i never ever wanted this but alas

I don’t believe I’ve said this before, not once in my life, but this is a really great set of STAR WARS fics that really gave me a lot of feelings and just made me feel all fizzy and happy inside. This fandom is so talented, there’s so much that takes the potential of these characters, the things that were or could have been, and does brilliant things with them. Whether diverging from canon or exploring it further, the authors of this fandom are absolutely incredible and I want to share more of that.

Tano and Kenobi by FireflyFish, obi-wan & ahsoka & hondo & sifo-dyas & qui-gon & mace & cast, time travel, 93.7k wip
   Master Skywalker always said “The Force works in mysterious ways” and Ahsoka Tano has to admit, getting thrown backwards in time by about forty years was very mysterious.
Broken by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka & rex & appo & cast, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, dark themes, 33.5k wip
   The Twins are unstoppable enforcers of the Emperor’s will, the sun and moon that hang in the black void of his rule. It is said they are not the same age and that under their hoods they do not look alike, but they fight as one entity, silent and terrible as an eclipse in a spring sky.
Equinox by lilyconrad, obi-wan/anakin, NSFW, sith!obi-wan, 22.2k wip
   During the Clone Wars, Obi-Wan and Anakin crash on a remote planet and take shelter in the ruins of a grand estate only to find they are not alone.
The Nature of Fire by Phosphorescent, anakin/padme & cast, 3.3k wip
   “One Jedi, then,” Padmé offered to the others. At least let me speak the truth to my love. At least. Please, she pleaded with them silently. “There is one Jedi—one whom I truly know all of us can trust absolutely …” Her voice trailed off into appalled silence when she realized that she wasn’t talking about Anakin.
Trial and Error by aradian_nights, vader & luke & bail, 10k
   Prince Luke Organa accompanies his father to the senate and finds himself unexpectedly drawing some negative attention.
Layers of Dust by aradian_nights, obi-wan & leia & owen & cast, 10.3k
   Leia Skywalker gets herself into trouble. Again. At least Old Ben Kenobi was around this time.
For Love of a Queen by aradian_nights, luke & bail & vader & pooja & ryoo & cast, 35k
   Luke Organa’s simple diplomatic visit to Naboo is quickly soured when he is forced to confront Darth Vader… again.
Deep Doubt by aradian_nights, obi-wan & leia & owen & beru & cast, 19.1k
   Leia Skywalker’s general disdain for the rules leads her to visiting Ben Kenobi more often than not. In her mind, becoming his apprentice is less of an if and more of a when. And she is growing impatient.
Bad Actors With Bad Habits (Some Sad Singers, They Just Play Tragic) by citizenjess (givehimonemore), obi-wan/anakin, dark themes, read the warnings!, 5.9k
   Tired of his Padawan’s poor behavior, Obi-Wan sets out to teach him an unorthodox lesson.
Attachments by Shadow Padawan, obi-wan/anakin & cast, fluff, 1.1k
   It had been attachment that had almost turned Anakin to the Dark Side. But it had been attachment that had forced Obi-Wan to go against the Council…
It’s Not a Rule if You Don’t Try and Break It by avarand, obi-wan/anakin & ahsoka/barriss & mace/depa & cast, NSFW, a/b/o, 15k
   The Jedi Temple takes matching its Alpha Sentinels and Omega Guides very seriously. All Omega Guides must register with the Republic and the Temple. Anakin refuses, but gets caught anyway. But if he meets enough candidates and still says no, they gotta let him go. Problem is, there’s this posh Alpha Jedi with auburn hair.
Staggering Is For Those With Nothing To Live Up To by shiningjedi, mace & ponds & cast, 3.3k wip
   Ponds has fought side-by-side with his general for over two years, so if Windu thinks that he can’t tell when something’s off, then, with all due respect, he’s made a serious error of judgement.
Three People Who Knew But Never Told by LurkingCrow, luke & mon & pooja & kix & cast, 5.2k
   A brief look at a few characters who might have guessed the secret of Luke’s parentage, but canonically either never did or never said so.
It’s the Greatest Thing You’d Ever Imagine by WinterSky101, obi-wan/anakin/padme & bail, empress!padme, 2.1k
   Padmé is crowned Empress of the Galaxy.
Hello Again verse part 1 / part 2 by delicatefury, obi-wan & anakin & cast, 2.3k wip
   When Anakin Skywalker is born, Obi-Wan Kenobi is flooded with dreams-memories-visions of a life already lived.

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anonymous asked:

Could you do one of the writing one-shot thingys where Prince gets upset about him not being able to find a princess or his true love, and Anxiety comes to the rescue to comfort Prince. If you could do this, it would really make my day!!!<3

Okay okay okay. I know what you are asking for, but I’m going to teak it a bit. You gave me a great idea and I’m going to run with it. So if you see where I’m going with this idea, send in more ideas for thing Anxiety can do for Prince.


“I have no purpose!” exclaimed Prince, throwing himself on the couch.
“Who told him?” Logic joked, and Anxiety had to bite back a snicker. Prince threw Logic a dirty look.
“There is no one to save. I have no princess. I have no love. I have no purpose.” Prince sighed dramatically.

“Now that’s not true. You just haven’t found her yet. That’s not a problem.” Morality urged, with a wink.
“Statically, you still have about 30-40 years before you would be too old to go on a quest.” Logic provided, setting a hand on Prince’s shoulder. Anxiety quietly walked out of the room, nothing he could say would help Prince any. And he desperately wanted to help Prince.

But what was the likelihood of Prince finding some girl to save? Or even some girl who would love him? Even someone to love him? Not that he was impossible to love, but what was the likeliness of love in general? Did love even exist or was it just a made up emotion?
Anxiety knew love like he knew heartbreak. Because who could ever love him? No one. It had to be make believe. A trick his mind played on him.

How else could he be in love with Prince? How else could he feel the need to cheer him up? How else could he feel the need to make Prince be happy again like he felt the need to breathe?

It had to be make believe.

But that didn’t stop Anxiety from finding Valerie. It didn’t stop him from setting up this elaborate hoax to prove to Prince he was worth something.
Because regardless of if it was real or not, he still felt it. Like a twisting knife in his chest. Anything was preferable than Prince being unhappy. So he plotted.

At dinner the next night, Prince was still moping.
“I heard about a girl who needs rescuing.” Anxiety casually remarked.
Prince perked up, “A maiden in need of a prince to save her?”
“Yeah, too bad you would mess it up.” Anxiety sneered.

“I would never mess it up!” Prince exclaimed, his heart racing. A chance to prove himself. Finally. “I will find her and save her!”
“Prince! At least wait until it’s morning!” Logic said, but the other was too determined to notice such insignificant details as the darkness of the night.
“Run along and save your princess so you’ll stop moaning about it.” Anxiety said.

Prince was gone in a flash. Logic turned on Anxiety.
“Why did you egg him on? He’ll get lost!”
“The gloom is supposed to be my job. Not his. If he kept it up, he would be taking my spot.” Anxiety smirked, before leaving the table.

Anxiety and Valerie had left an obvious trail for Prince to follow. There was a monster to defeat and a princess to save. They made up a fantastical story to complete the tragic tale.
All that was left was for Prince to complete the “quest”. And that would be easy enough for even him to do.

Anxiety could feel the knife in his chest twist a little more when he thought of the princess Prince was always wanting to save. A girl. Not him. Because he didn’t matter. He could never be Prince’s dream. He would never be good enough.

The next afternoon Prince got back with a glowing tale of monsters and villains and the beautiful princess waiting at the end. Alas, he was regretful to find out the princess had another betrothed, but she would forever be grateful to him and promised to give him any help he would ever need.

“There, Anxiety, told you I wouldn’t mess it up!” Prince gloated, “All the princesses will be begging for me to save them.” Anxiety felt his smile fall. All the princesses. Yes. Princesses. He would do well not to forget that.
“You might have won this time, but your luck won’t hold out.” Anxiety replied, and he quickly left the room, lest he give something away. Valerie had done her part. Now it was time for him to do his.

anonymous asked:

Have you ever seen Liam with man? And have you questioned if he can be gay? I am not a Ziam shipper. Its a question, sincerely. Why I'm asking this is that remember the twitter feud with the wanted? One called him gay. There is something doesnt make sense about Sophia and him like : He fucked with her so many times "I like girls with so much foundation that you cant see the face" or Niall's Sophia pictures. I dunno, have you ever seen him with Zayn or smth

Hello! Thank you for your message. I had to really have a think about whether or not I wanted to get into this, but seeing as Larry is basically a sure thing by now I can finally start to investigate this Ziam thing properly. 

The first time I saw Liam he was with a group of guys, like five guys, which is why I didn’t immediately recognise him. Also, I was listening to Midnight Memories so I just thought my mind was playing tricks on me, but alas, it was him. I’ve never seen him just with one guy one on one, he’s typically with a group. Which is also why I’ve never spoken to him - never really seems like the time or place, plus he looks like a wild scared animal when he’s outside. Legit, looks terrified to be outside which is why I just let him be. 

When I first heard about the Ziam thing I was like, ‘lol, okay. SURE.’ Because for me I saw Larry before I heard about them. I just legitimately assumed that they were out and together. My first reaction was, ‘Oh, that’s cute - two guys from 1D are together.’ Then after some YouTubing it was downhill from there and here I am. In Larrie trash hell writing more blog posts about them than I do about my own life - which is how I became quasi-J List celeb famous in England. True story. Google it.

Anyway, I opened a bottle of wine and watched a Ziam video a couple of months ago out of pure fascination and by the end of it I was like:

Because it seems so. Damn. Real. 

There were so many things that I completely missed or disregarded because there was something Larry happening beside it. Legitimately for every Larry moment there is an equal and, quite frankly, more open Ziam moment. 

So WHY then do we believe so firmly in Larry but, for the most part, completely dismiss Ziam?

Could it be that their management company actually learned from their colossal Larry mistakes? That aggressively shutting down a rumour by having Louis and Harry go from this:

 To this:

Was insane? 

Part of the problems faced by the media industry when One Direction was on the rise to becoming one of the biggest bands in history (forget of the time, because after five years it’s safe to say that like them or not they have left a huge mark on the music industry) is that social media management was not really a “thing” as it were in 2010. No one was prepared for the way in which every moment, every look, every touch would be documented on someone’s phone (or potato as it were in Wellington) and put on the internet for everyone to see. 

At the moment we are witnessing a previously unseen situation in which we literally have a case of seeing what goes on behind the smoke and mirrors. Whether it’s through anonymous stuffed animals or moments captured on someone’s phone that no one was meant to see, there is no way to effectively hide what is going on with Louis and Harry, no matter how many NDAs or shit articles you put out there.

That brings us back around to Zayn and Liam. You could argue that they weren’t censored because nothing was going on, or you could look at the fact that people see Zayn as the ‘bad boy’ and Liam as the ‘aggressively hetero one’ ever since he stepped out to go surfing with a six pack a couple of years back. They don’t LOOK gay, and unfortunately in this current day and age, that is still enough for people to ignore what is right in front of them.

These two:

Display very different mannerisms than these two:

They just do. Though all four have their flamboyant moments, people are looking for Larry moments, whereas an identical action from Ziam is just accepted as bros being bros because it would have been impossible to create a second massive divide in One Direction without making this entire dog and pony show implode.

Have a search through Tumblr for ‘ziam’ or ‘ziam is real’ and I guarantee you’ll find some very interesting information. 

Short story long: this whole band has been shady af since they came in third on the X Factor (you can read about that here: 5 Times One Direction’s Management Company And Record Label Were Shady AF)

Anyhow, I think that Ziam is as possible as Larry. Just better handled. 

And that’s what I have to say about that. 

Digi-Destined Guys: Drinking/Drunk Headcanons

Taichi Yagami: This is the guy who always ends up passed-out in the first couch available. Though not by his own volition, as you may imagine at first. Rather, everyone always seems to be bringing him a new shot just as he has finished his last one. The minute he puts down his cup, someone else shows up with a new one. Truly, it is quite an enigma that he can never understand. Before he knows it, the night is a whirlwind around him.

Drunk!Taichi: A drunk Taichi is the life of the party. A drunk Taichi is also the goofball of the party. Any filters he has while on good sense are gone, and all that is left is nonsense. Ask him any question, he’ll tell you his honest-to-God opinion, no matter what. He once told Mimi that her cooking was for crazy people, which earned him a slap. Needless to say, he did not remember it the next day.

Yamato Ishida: This blond haired astronaut-to-be does not indulge in the light/economic beers that are abundant in these types of gatherings. A deep thinker with an equally profound sense of emotions, he likes his drinks to be as reflective as him. He is all about your Nihonshus, Awamoris, and your Shochus, something that has gained him a great ally in Jyou. You often see him drinking in his corner as he attempts to keep an eye on his fellow digi-destined. At this point in time he has given up trying to beat sense into Taichi.

Drunk! Yamato: Drunk Yamato is a rare sighting indeed. It does not happen too often, but when it does, get ready. With every glass of genuine Japanese sake, Yamato becomes more and more of his OldMan!Yamato alter-ego. Ever wanted to hear a lecture on how the future of music/culture/infrastructure/science/education is going down? No? Then you best steer clear of him. Only Sora and Takeru are able to withstand the full power of his ramblings. They just know to put him to sleep.

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anonymous asked:

Will there be omnibuses of WicDiv or are the year hardcovers the "definitive" release?

There’s no current plans. I don’t want to say never, but Jamie and I are twitchy over an Omnibus that size, because of the problems with losing art in the gutter - we use double-page spreads a lot. For that, and other reasons, I suspect the Hardbacks are the definitive version - I could more likely see a cheaper omnibus (ala Walking Dead) if we were ever to do one. Which we probably wouldn’t, as the losing-stuff-in-gutters problem would remain.

In other words, I’d say they are the definitive version. As Jamie said on twitter, the latest hardback had to have a run print due to a relatively minor printing problem which we wouldn’t let through because they absolutely are the high end collector’s edition, and it needs to be perfect.

EDIT: Oddly, the proofs for the reprint have turned up, including the much-better silver on cover. Have a nose…

Sherlolly Appreciation Week Day 7: Free Choice

Flirt (Regency Sherlolly, Rated T)

“Mr. Holmes! Wh-what are you doing here?”

Sherlock Holmes, reputed rake and highly eligible bachelor, raised one elegant eyebrow before glancing down at the fan clutched so nervously in Miss Molly Hooper’s hand. “Ah,” he said, bowing slightly. “You were signaling someone else with your fan to meet in the gardens. I thought you were looking at me…well this is awkward.”

Miss Hooper’s cheeks turned red with mortification. “I was not…how dare…”

He had the audacity to laugh at her reaction. “However, I fear the object of your flirtation, Mr. Thomas Ashe, is untutored in the language of the fans, and is currently dancing with Miss Janine Hawkins.”

Instead of wilting, Miss Hooper straightened her (delightfully bared) shoulders and gave him a look of cool appraisement. “The same Miss Hawkins who has been seen much in your company as of late, Mr. Holmes?” She snapped open her fan and fluttered it in front of her (impishly lovely) face, so that only her (large, doe-like) brown eyes showed above the yellow lace.

Sherlock studied her through narrowed eyes. Clumsy as her use of the fan had been when attempting to signal to the young man for whom she’d presumably set her cap - and as nervous as her reaction to him had been when he instead of the insipid Mr. Ashe had joined her - he’d anticipated a corresponding lack of spirit in her responses to him. Instead, he found himself facing a very spirited young lady, not at all the wallflower society whispered her to be.

“Miss Hawkins finds my company tolerable only in that I am able to steer her towards the unmarried young bucks who might best suit her temperament,” he said, surprising both Miss Hooper and himself with his honesty. “She believes me to be, shall we say, uninterested in the charms of the fairer sex, despite my reputation to the contrary.”

“And why would she believe such a thing?” Miss Hooper asked, her fan lowered and her face bright with curiosity. “Could it be because you have deliberately led her to such an understanding, in order to keep her attention away from you? I have heard that you are not much interested in putting aside the freedoms of bachelorhood in order to take on the role of husband.”

“Well, Miss Hooper,” he replied, dropping his voice an octave and quite enjoying the way she swallowed and moved a nervous step backwards, “I find that you are much more interesting than you have presented yourself previously at these tedious functions.”

He took a deliberate step forward, causing her to back up yet again, until stopped by the presence of a pear tree. He leaned one arm above her shoulder and dipped his head low. “Tell me, Miss Hooper,” he purred as his mouth hovered just above hers, “what other fascinating things shall I learn about you this night?”

She surprised him yet again by breathing out, “Why don’t you kiss me, Mr. Holmes, and find out?”

Sherlock quirked an eyebrow in surprise, lips curling in a reluctant smile of admiration at her daring - nay, challenging! - response to his blatant sexual teasing. If she thought he’d back down she was in for a shock as he closed the slight distance between and claimed her lips with his own.


Oh, la, what was she doing? Molly felt her heart hammering in her chest, not so much a frightened dove seeking freedom as a war-drum beating out a dangerous rhythm. Sherlock Holmes had just complimented her; he’d joined her in the moonlit garden even knowing that her fan signal hadn’t been for him…and now he was kissing her. Her very first kiss, and hardly the chaste, tender peck her novels told her young ladies should expect from their swains. No, this kiss was hungry and demanding and made her heart beat even faster.

She barely noticed when she looped her arms around his neck, her hands clinging there for dear life as he slid his tongue between her lips. Her mouth parted in surprise and then his tongue was sliding against hers and it was all sorts of sinful and wrong and she never, ever wanted it to end.

All too soon, alas, he pulled back, studying her intently. She felt her already-flushed cheeks warming even more beneath his scrutiny, but she raised her chin and met his gaze unflinchingly.

“Miss Hooper,” he said, “I do believe we are about to shock everyone at this ball.”

“How so, Mr. Holmes?” she asked.

His smile was closer to a smirk as he stepped away from her, bowed, then straightened and offered his arm. “Because I am going to fill your dance card, cause Miss Hawkins to berate me for misleading her, and give your chaperone palpitations when I announce my intention to call on you tomorrow.” He tsked in mock sorrow. “All very shocking behavior for a supposed rake.”

It might be a scandal in the making and the ruining of her reputation, but all Miss Molly Hooper could do was laugh helplessly and allow him to lead her back into the ballroom.

No matter how the night might end, she decided, it would all very much be worth it.

Rambling On About Dr Who

If there is one word in the English language that best describes how I feel about Peter Capaldi’s run as the Twelfth Doctor coming to an end it would be disappointment, disappointment in the fact the Dr Who fandom didn’t give him a chance and just acted like spoiled children ever since it was first announced that he would be taking over the role from Matt Smith in 2013.

Capaldi’s Doctor was a breath of fresh air, he was like a perfect mixture of Pertwee and Eccleston, he knew when to be goofy and when to get serious. He was the perfect mixture of classic Who and new Who and it pains me that such a perfect choice for the character had such a short run.

To be fair there was only so much he could do under Moffat’s rule, as Moffat showed the world that he didn’t care that much for the Doctor’s character in the eighth and ninth series, instead having Clara the Mary Sue to end all Mary Sues upstage the Doctor on his own show at every turn.

Hell the ninth series should have been called “The Clara Oswald Show Also Starring the Doctor” as she had become the main focus of the show and The Doctor just felt like a side character. Hell Bent being one of the worst examples, as it featured The Doctor returning to his home planet of Gallifrey and confronting Rassilon for the first time in this incantation, only to have that be the set up to the actual plot of the episode, the actual plot being about The Doctor trying to break his one rule to save Clara from dying.

That’s not to say the eighth and ninth series didn’t have their highlights, Capaldi stole the show throughout the entire Zygon Invasion two prater, but again there was only so much he could do with the material he was given.

With all that being said, I am still appalled at the behavior of the fandom, constantly giving Capaldi shit because of his age and looks, because you know an older actor has never ever played The Doctor before am I right? Your immaturity and disgusting behavior are the reasons why the BBC got cold feet when it came to Capaldi’s run. It wouldn’t shock me at all if the BBC starts looking for a younger actor to replace Capaldi, because thanks to you idiots and your constant whining we might never see an older actor play the role of The Doctor ever again. So chances are the Thirteenth, Fourteenth and Fifteenth Doctors will all be played by Twilight and CW rejects.

I had kind of hoped Capladi would stay on after Moffat left, because I wanted to see what the new showrunner was gonna do with the character but alas that’s not happening and any future Twelfth Doctor adventures will be told via comics or Big Finish audio dramas (if we’re lucky).

Had you idiots put aside you entitlement and gave Capladi a chance his run would have lasted longer, but you just kept shitting on the man at every turn and now he’s gone.

So fuck you all for ruining this man’s childhood dream of playing The Doctor.

The Sun And The Moon

[This is for @keirdark since she has awesome AUs and makes awesome drabbles all the damn time. <3 you and I hope you like this! This could have been done a thousand different ways, sure but I went with this one and I’m hoping it’s okay.]

Have you ever heard the story between the Sun and Moon? Of the love between them that gives us life at the cost of their own happiness? Let me tell you.

The sun brought everything people could wish for; light to farm and play under, gave beautiful flowers that bloomed under his light, crops that grew and fed thousands, even animals to hunt and kill for their hide and even more food. Everyone praised the sun for his abilities and gifts he nurtured and cared for. Without the sun, there would be nothing. The sun was so happy to do this, to make people smile, yet, he had a piece of him missing. An emptiness that could never be filled no matter all the laughter and cries of happiness he heard from those that thanked him, remained. Yet, he never wished to bring sorrow to those that relied on him so much, and so, he pushed that feeling as deep down as one could, and let the warm golden rays of sunlight flow from his fingertips to the people as far as he could spread it.

The moon on the other hand, brought things that people were grateful for; telling them when to rest from a hard day’s work or to go home after playing, a time for everything to rest and have more energy to grow under the sun’s light, it gave some things the time to move and play, and some flowers to bloom for the moon’s glow. It was never as lively as the sun, yet, the moon was happy with what he had. The beings that howled to him praised him for the sleep, the waters that he pushed up erasing everything from the sun’s play to start fresh again. He brought a beauty that few could see with his companions. The stars above basked in the darkness and thanked the moon for their time to be seen by stunned eyes.

It was like yin and yang, light and dark, though, no evil arose between them. Although the moon was happy with what he had, he wanted a taste of the sun’s light, of the rays that seemed to make his own quiet palace rumble and quake with unknown efforts.

One day, the moon did not move, he waited to see the sun and his beauty, to see what people praised and adored. It was not long before he felt that need to start moving, bring darkness and rest to those that needed it. He told himself to stay, and watched with eager eyes.

It was like nothing he had ever seen before.

The sun seemed so young and lively, beautiful caramel skin that had speckles of gold littered about, and from his fingertips spouted rays that brightened everything in their path. He made colors come to life, he made flowers start to bloom in the morning dew, and made the moon’s heart skip a beat. The sun had a beauty that was like no other, and when he shifted his gaze to him, his eyes were captivating. They were so blue, mimicking the sky that now was bright under his authority. He felt hooked from the very beginning. He saw a wonderful smile fall onto the soft lips, it was small, yet, and it held such a brightness it almost made the moon want to retreat. He wanted to stay longer, to bask in more of the sun’s beauty and what it was doing, but he knew he couldn’t. No, he had to continue to bring rest; but surely, he would see the other again.

The moon left with no words and the sun felt so saddened. A stranger he never knew before, another god that felt so like him. His pale skin was so unlike his own, he wanted to touch it, to feel that one hand he could see. Was he the moon that those spoke about? That brought gleaming stars that shined like precious stones? He hoped so, his own shine was breathtaking, and caused him to immediately feel that hole in him to fill. Love at first sight was silly to mere mortals, but to gods, they knew when they were destined to be with someone.

He was not sure if it was a blessing or a curse.

Months and years went by in seemingly seconds to the gods. The moon was infatuated with the sun, and stayed after at times to catch glimpses and see what he could. The sun quick other times to pass through earlier, to see the moon he had fallen for. The two attempted to reach, but never came close enough to fill that part of them missing. Throughout the years, the moon found the sun to have the other gods call him Lance, and he had never heard of such a more fitting name for the god in his entire creation. He once had stars crash into Earth a few times to give the sun a name for himself. It was the name of a child born in the moon’s glow that he had found himself attracted to. Shiro. Both of the gods fell into adoration for those names, often thinking about the other when they could.

At one point, the moon could not take enough. He needed to see the sun, he needed to see Lance for all he was and hold him just once even if it meant rejection. He waited until the middle of their days, and pushed himself into the sun’s domain. He could see the way those blue eyes widened at him, and those lips part in a gasp. It was so painful, to know he could never completely be with the sun as he wanted to.

The sun had no idea that the moon would do this, though he was not complaining. He opened his arms and once the moon was close enough, embraced with all of his might. His bright rays turned into a reddish hue with the moon’s dark ones. Lance could feel Shiro’s soft and cold skin, his god-like body, his pale skin, even the cosmic dust that made up for an arm. For just a little bit, that emptiness in him was finally filled.

He pulled back, cupping the moon’s cheeks and smiling as he tilted into his warm touch. It felt so right, and brought both of them to tears at their union.

“I could not wait another moment without seeing you my Sun, you have taken my heart and wrapped it in your warm glow. Every moment without you is painful, and brings sorrow to me.” It was whispered, and with a chilled hand, he cupped the sun’s cheek in return. He could hear that chuckle and he knew flowers bloomed once they heard it.

“My moon… Your cool beams have entrapped me since I first laid my eyes on you. It is just as painful for me, I wish nothing more than to have this moment with you forever. My dear Shiro.” It was soft, and carefully the two came together in a kiss. It was like nothing else the two could ever describe. They wanted to hold each other dear and never let go.

Alas, this could not happen as the moon felt a pull and he could not disobey it. Both blue and grey eyes widened, but understood. They held on to their hands for as long as one could. The moon basking in the sun’s warmth for just a few moments longer while the sun relished in the coolness the moon had.

“Shiro! Please do not leave me!” The sun begged, golden tears flooding his eyes.

“It will be alright my darling, I will be back once more. We will never be apart for long. I promise Lance.” The moon assured, smiling somberly before the grip was lost. The moon was back where it belonged and the sun was returned to shining its light with no disturbance. If one could hear close enough however, the sound of heartbroken cries could be heard, flooding the Earth in a sudden warmth that was almost bitter.

It would not be for years until the moon could make such a bold move again, yet with every passing Earth second the two fantasied about their next meeting. They had duties as gods to help the people that worshiped them.

The sun chased after the moon, to attempt to finally catch what he wished and longed for; bringing day in his path. The moon did the same, bringing night as he went after the sun. It wasn’t uncommon for one of them to stay or arrive and get longing looks at each other, a promise in their eyes that they would become close again soon.

Until the end of time, the sun would chase the moon in fleeting hopes to entangle him in his warmth for all eternity. The moon would chase the sun in desperate attempts to have his coldness catch the sun until nevermore. Their love is the reason the sun rises and the moon sets, and why the solar eclipse is so beautiful to us.

Nothing is more beautiful than the love that is seen between the sun and the moon.

anonymous asked:

Not an angry ask, I promise: why don't you like Steven Universe? More specifically, what do you find 'manipulative' about it?

It’s suffers a lot from lazy writing, in the sense that it loves to introduce big plot points at the end of otherwise uneventful episodes, but then sits on them from far too long while dwelling on bullshit slice of life plots that account to nothing and usually have little to no interactions with the gems. 

The infamous filler many hate to talk about. 

There’s also the constant underwhelming conclusions to big story arcs, from Lapiz redemption to that terrible cluster arc end, where Steven use his now OP sweetalking no jutsu to fix everything. 

And then there’s the other side of the coin: Those plot points the show just won’t let go, Amethyst’s insecurities and Steven’s doubts on her mom’s role (triggered after that rushed mess of a two-parter with the doughnut steel-looking gem) being the most prominent, although to be frank, I actually really liked Pearl’s arc with her grieving over the loss of Rose, and how it got resolved. 

(Let’s hope they don’t fuck that up too) 

Now, characters: I fucking hate the humans, all of them sans Sadie, which I like, and Connie, who is eh, as they keep on showing up and taking the spotlight, distracting for the stuff that actually makes the show interesting: The fucking gems!

And the gems themselves, as said, Amethyst insecurities can go fuck themselves, although at least she’s no longer the cunt of a person she used to, Garnet is still way too much Mary Sue for my liking, Pearl is perfect and the show should be about her, Lapiz basically lost everything that made her interesting after she joined the CGs, the same happening to Peridot, which is a pity really, as both of them have proven to be great characters when used right, but alas, those hack fraud writers can’t for the love of the integrate them to the overarching plots of the show ever since the cluster fiasco. 

(Rumor has it that’s because RS herself won’t allow her writer to use Peridot more, as she didn’t create her, with Lapiz just getting dragged into that mess as she’s now chained to Peridot).

I never liked Steven, and probably never will, but as the eyes of the viewer he has his purpose, so eh. 

And finally, why I think it’s so manipulative.

Tears, tears everywhere! What the fuck man, if you want to make your audience feel, make it so by, you know, actually showing drama and conflict and all that stuff, great examples of this being Courage’s Last of the Starmakers, one hell of a wild ride of emotions in a show about a dog that screams and makes silly faces, or TAWOG’s The Choices, a bittersweet episode dealing with unwanted pregnancy, broken families and failed dreams, all made in a show where they also scream way too much and where humor is the king. 

Not just by having your characters randomly break down after something introduced out of the blue made them so. 

And that, my good anon, is why I dislike Steven Universe.

But as a latino, I have it in my veins to be struck by telenovela-tier writing, so here we are. 

The weirdest new experience I’ve had in 2017 is doing a full Korean body scrub and massage. They scrubbed me with a dry brush, then soap, then oil, and even with milk. I was butt naked for 2 hours. She scrubbed parts of me that I never expected to be scrubbed by another person. I had a cucumber facial that smelled so good I just wanted to eat it off of my face.

One good thing about this experience was the way the older women carried themselves. Older women who still loved their bodies and were taking care of them. It was nice to be around them. I also love the social aspect of it. The lady who helped me was the sweetest thing ever. She told me about how she likes to walk to Ala Moana to start her mornings and how excited she is to see her son in August. She didn’t know much English but we got around that hump. You can communicate with anyone as long as you put in some effort.

The spa teaches women that the naked body is nothing to be ashamed of or hide. It is something to celebrate and take care of. There is a reason bathhouses are an integral part of every collectivist culture in our world. It is a place to feel good spiritually, mentally, and physically.

Also invest in a full body scrub at least 2 times a year. Good for getting your body all nice for the summer and winter months. I feel as soft as a hibiscus flower.

anonymous asked:

So uh I... saw a cute girl while traveling and I loved her whole aesthetic, she was great. I had a brief, fleeting crush on her(alas, a stranger from who knows where) but I never would consider ANYTHING sexy like... the most I could ever imagine was maybe holding her hand. So I think that means I'm ace with romance? Also I've never seen anyone dress like that irl and now I want to dress like her, rip me. But just the thought of touching her inappropriately is gross and uncomfy to me.

I d’unno if I like her or want to be her’ is a classic wlw feeling so I’d say yes sounds like romantic attraction with zero sexual attraction and maybe even a touch of sex repulsion. But that’s only my limited guess, you are the expert on your own feelings.


hi so i never really share what i do w my commissions very overtly but this is the first time someone has commissioned long hair and it was the first time i ever even did long hair from scratch so i was pretty spooked bc (if u dont know me very well) long back hair is one of my top weaknesses ehehe

but alas!!! it’s not even finished yet and n im pretty proud of it already and i just wanted 2 immortalise my accomplishment even if noone rly gives a shit but its just nice and i just wanna share one of the few moments in life where i can finally look at something i do and im like 

man wow good job me finally not disappointing

anonymous asked:

what would the mythros route have even entailed? would it be like the "villain" route? would you dive headfirst into being evil or smth?

So we’ve actually discussed this before as a team since a Mythros route has always been very appealing! (But unfortunately not really feasible…) Still, I’ll answer this as “Tajina” since I was obsessed with this concept for awhile.

*CP Spoilers*

To put it simply, most of our considerations for a Mythros route revolved around a friendship with he and Lucette. I personally never got as far as considering a romance between the two of them, but I like to imagine that Mythros and Lucette could eventually become friends through their “shared” history with Hildyr. Both of them are alike in the way that they appreciate her (were influenced by her, so to speak) and both of them are pessimists, probably even misanthropes. At least, Lucette starts out that way.

I don’t think a “villain” route ever really crossed our minds since we wanted to highlight certain messages in Cinderella Phenomenon and triumphing as a villain was never one of them. I do like to imagine that the two of them would somehow be able to help each other open up to the world.

On a not so related note, I like to imagine Mythros, Lucette and Waltz all being able to practice magic together, even as just friends. Even just the hypothetical situation has me shedding tears of joy, but alas…

Anyway, even though Mythros never got his own route, we’re happy that so many people are interested in him, even as just a character :) — Tajina

Help I've Fallen In Love

prompt: dan falls off his chair during a spooky week video and pulls out a ring and says “I’ve fallen in love and I can’t get up? Will you marry me?”

tw: none

genre: fluffy proposal

wc: 1.5k

a/n: prepare for fluff overload! Also I’m really crap at endings so sorry about that!


“Yes bear" 

Waking up next to the love of your life is one of the best feelings there is… especially if you know they will hopefully be your fiancé the next day. 

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Tumblr is basically a massive enabler.

Tumblr is great. It’s a place that fully embraces the right to free speech, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I mean, as far as societies go, being allowed internet access to share thoughts and say what you want and be free to believe your own thing, regardless of how fucking delusional that thing is- is actually kind of awesome.
You know when you’re a kid and your parents give you these things called boundaries? I mean, a lot of you won’t remember what boundaries are because you never hit one. Mom or Dad might have been too distracted to set you any, so they were like ‘sure honey, do whatever you want’. And that’s why you are how you are, constantly overwhelmed by your inability to accept that things aren’t the way you want them to be because no one ever told you in life that you don’t always get your own way- and not getting your way once in a while teaches you to be a better version of yourself. But alas, the internet happened, it allowed you to indulge your insufferable victim complex, your parents made a rod for their own back and now you’re all everyone else’s problem as we all compete in a sea of hypocritical nonsense in our self important quest to feel 'valid’.
If I see 'my pain is valid’ one more time I’m going to puke. I know that’s a 'problematic™’ thing to say on the hyper sensitive mine field of Tumblr. You know what, so is life. Life isn’t fair. It’s something we all have to deal with…
Moving on.
If you have to do mental gymnastics, if you have to resort to bullying people over semantics because you haven’t actually got a point- you really are not the snowflake you think you are. You’re actually a bit of a bully! You are in drastic need of this thing I like to call perspective.
Let me tell you about this magical thing!
Perspective comes when you realise that you’re making a mountain out of a mole hill, and in real life terms you should just grow the fuck up, and learn to deal with a reality that you don’t like, like a real adult.
Rather than lashing out at everyone for not being what you want them to be and doing what you want them to do, (like: calling everyone homophobic for simply not being gay or not shipping your ship) you search inward, and you realise that a lot of the things you are angry about don’t really matter in comparison to say, watching someone you love die.
Life is too short to complain about not getting what you want when you could be creating things and contributing to real life causes that actually help real people/ creatures/ the environment.
But here you are, still on your self important crusade for canon slash dressed as representation. Seriously? Still?
One day I can only hope that something happens to make you realise that the way you deal with not getting what you want is completely unhealthy. You should enjoy your slash fiction to your heart’s content, but once you start making it into something else- that my friend is a slippery slope and honestly I’m surprised more of you aren’t just done with it.
I used to draw back and retract my statements a little. I am always up for having an opinion challenged, but to be honest I have done a lot of growing up recently. I’ve realised all over again that it’s a tough world snowflakes.
It’s time someone told you how it is.
Ship your Destiel all you want. It’s fine.
It’s not going to be canon, you should just accept it.
You can’t always get what you want, life isn’t like that, and as someone who watches Supernatural how the fuck can you not understand that sentiment? Smh.

the switch up pt. 2

*Part 1*

draco malfoy x reader

word count: 720

When you finally got to the tower you found Draco standing at the railing look at the beautiful scenery below.

“Hey,” You said sneaking up on him.

“Where the bloody hell have you been?”

“I think Pansy’s getting jealous,” You quickly said.

You feared this would happen.

“Why? Wasn’t this her plan?” He ran his hands into his hair.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she thought we would actually become close and start…” You realized you said too much and Draco noticed.

“Start to…like each other,“ He moves towards you.

Originally posted by lenhndrx

“Yes and I feel guilty for lying to her and telling her that there is nothing goi…”

Draco shut you up with a kiss. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked it.

In that moment you had completely forgotten about Blaise and Pansy, all that mattered was the two of you.

When it was getting a bit heated you pulled away and rested your forehead on his.

“Draco I..”

He put his finger on your lip. “Please don’t ruin this moment by bringing them up. Y/N I like you, a lot and maybe it’s not the best time for us but I’m done hiding my feelings,”

“I like you too and thats why I’m gonna talk to Blaise tomorrow and tell him everything,”

“Try to let him down easy alright? He’s still my mate,”

You smile and gave him a quick kiss. “I’ll see you later,”

Telling your boyfriend that you have fallen for his best friend wasn’t a situation you pictured yourself to ever be in. Alas here you were in the Slytherin common room late at night waiting for Blaise to arrive.

He came in wearing the biggest smile. Giving you a bear hug he says, “Its like I never see you anymore,”

“Sorry, I’ve been very busy,” You lied.

“What did you want to talk about?” Blaise scratched the back of his neck and he only did that he was nervous.

You didn’t want to sugar coat anything, “I think we should break up,” The look on his face was exactly what you wanted to avoid but that was ultimately impossible with news like this.

“It’s Draco isn’t it?” He never made eye contact once. As if I was dementor that was gonna suck the life out of him.

You took a deep breath. “Yeah, it is and Blaise I am so sorry…”

“Save it Y/N, just save it. You said it was going to be ‘harmless fun’ but that was total bullshit,”

You were genuinely sorry it had to get like this but better it came from you than hear it from someone else.

He continued. “And bloody hell? With my best friend too?… Go ahead you two deserve each other,” Blaise stormed off on you and that was the last thing he ever said to you.

You met up with Draco the next day in the Potions classroom. While the professor was talking you two were having your own conversation.

Originally posted by daisridrey

"How’d it go last night?” The paper read.

“I broke up with my boyfriend to be with his best friend. How do you think it went? Blaise didn’t talk to me at all this morning,” You wrote back.

You were guilty that so many people were getting hurt.

“If it makes you feel any better, Pansy gave me the silent treatment too,”

You were too into your note passing that you hadn’t noticed the classes attention had shifted over to the two of you.

“Ms. L/N, Mr. Malfoy is there anything you’d like to share?” Your professor said.

Embarrassed, you shake your head no and look back down.

‘Bloody hell’ You thought. ’This is going to be a long year.’

Originally posted by queerdraco

It was late at night and Pansy’s bed was still empty. As a best friend you were concerned until you heard the door knob turn.

You yelled even though you couldn’t see her, “Oh god Pansy, where have you been? I thought…”

“Y/N, its me,” That definitely was not a girls voice.

Originally posted by the--boy--who---lived

“Draco,” You lept from your bed and into his arms. With your head buried into his chest you asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to spend the night with you,”

“Then come on in,” You held his hand, leading him to your bed.

Draco slid in behind you spooning you. He put his arm around you and kissed your head.

Softly rubbing your thumb on his hand, you slowly fell into deep sleep.

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anonymous asked:

I want Zeus to grant Liam The Original a 24hr reprieve from death to see his brother get married. I don't even care if he's a ghost. I want this so much and we'll never ever ever get it.

Maybe he could be a Force ghost, ala Star Wars? LOL

I will be MIGHTLY disappointed if the eldest Jones isn’t at least MENTIONED in the run up to the wedding. Yes, Killian and Liam parted on good terms and got to say goodbye, but that doesn’t mean that Killian doesn’t still miss him and wish he could be there for his special day.

Killian’s got a new family with Emma and the Charmings, I just don’t want the show to forget about his other family, even though they’re gone.

His Life Before [a Barry Allen AU] (Pt. 5)

Request: Girl, your Barry Allen AU is giving me all the feels. Pt 2 and pt 4 got me all teared up <3 please keep it up. Maybe a part where he starts to open up a bit more and share some of the things he’s passionate about with the reader?? Or reader takes him to do stuff he was afraid of doing again or thought he’d never be able to after the lightning and the scars and stuff, maybe? ;)

a/n: I live for this, changed it a little

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4

Barry would have laughed in someone’s face if they told him you were into him. But alas, here the two of you are, snuggled together on his couch; your body sprawled over his lap. He’s surprised that he’s not annoying you with his shaking frame. Nobody wanted to cuddle with him ever since the accident. He moves way too much.

Your hair flattens as you tilt your head against his plush chest. His long eyelashes glimmer in the sunlight peeking through the curtains, outlining his forest colored eyes, and allowing the faint freckles to show. There’s a delicate scar on his upturned nose, not as intense as the ones mapped on the rest of his body.

“What did you like to do?“ you hum, trailing your fingertips up his neck. He flinches, a pout beginning to form on his chapped lips. Right, that’s where his scars end; he’s really conscious about it. “Sorry.” you squeak, balling your hands up. “But, erm, you never tell me about your life before…You know… Not that you have to! I was just wondering…“ you whisper the last sentence, toying with the brown blanket covering you.

His adam’s apple bobs down, a staggered breath escaping past his throat. “W-well, I w-was a for-for-forensic sci-entist. I-I’m kind-kinda a n-nerd, s-so to sp-speak.” he says bashfully, blushing as his untouched hair flops against his forehead. “Not th-that y-you do-don’t al-ready know t-that.” he chuckles awkwardly.

You brush his chestnut mane from his eyebrow softly. You squint at him, “Were?“ you frown, fixing your position on his lap. “As in past tense?” you state more than ask, pulling yourself up in a sitting position.

Barry grins sadly and nods. “T-they told me I-I wa-wasn’t a…able to d-do my j-job.” he mutters, motioning to his fidgeting hands. “I…I, um, k-kept sp-spilling cer-certain chem-icals, m-messing up th-the ev-evidence. Th-they had to l-let me g-go.” he shrugs. The blanket suddenly is extremely important; can’t look anywhere else. “A-and my p-panic attacks w-were be-bec-“ he pauses, “happening m-more.”

Trying not to cry, you snuggle to his chest. “I’m sorry, Barr.“ you whisper, kissing his cheek. “Maybe I could help you!” you beam, causing him to quirk an eyebrow skeptically. “I know about occupational therapy and stuff, maybe we could try that!” you say hopefully.

He knows it probably won’t work. Yet, the cute sparkle in your eyes breaks him into pieces. “S-sure, Y/N. T-tomorrow? To-tonight I jus’ w-wanna pre-tend I ha-have a nor-mal life.“ he huffs, pecking your temple.

And who are you to deny him of that? “Okay, Barry.”

heres some #receipts for why a. ham (the character from the musical not the irl a ham) is an aspie 

- tactlessness / social awkwardness / trouble w/ reading ppl (or like… general social obliviousness?)
> “you’re an orphan! of course! i’m an orphan! god i wish there was a war! then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for!”
> “if you stand for nothing burr, what do you fall for?” (no one asked u ham)
> “i gotta holler just to be heard! with every word i drop knowledge” & “so there will be a revolution in this century - enter me!”  (see this isn’t necessarily a #receipt it just reminds me of myself. like there’s this type of arrogance that i see in a lot of aspies incl myself)
>  “don’t modulate the key then not debate with me!” (NO ONE ASKED U HAM!!!!!!!)
> “hamilton, how come no one can get you on their staff?” “sir!” (genius:  “Hamilton’s shocked “Sir!” isn’t a reaction to a double entendre. He’s misreading Washington’s question as implying that he doesn’t want to work for anyone to support the revolutionary cause, and reacts indignantly at the thought that Washington might think that of him (keep in mind that Hamilton was obsessed with his reputation and legacy). Washington sees this, so then immediately says “Don’t get me wrong.””
> “co-counsel, hamilton, sit down!” 
> “i practiced the law i practically perfected it! ive seen injustice in the world and ive corrected it” more casual arrogance! 
> “why do you always say what you believe?” “why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room?”
> “it’s the middle of the night!” “can we confer sir?” 
> “ Mr. Jefferson? Alexander Hamilton” (sung in his own melody. thanks ham)
> “so quick-witted” “alas, i admit it”
> “is that a yes?” (yea)
> “angelica, thank god, someone who understands what i’m struggling here to do”
> “here’s an itemized list of 30 years of disagreements” (sweet jesus)

- ~special interests / obsessions~ 
> his god damn fuckin legacy . we get it alex u want 2 be remembered 
> duh, he never stops writing. ever
> "I have to get my plan through Congress, I can’t stop until I get this plan through Congress”

- volume control issues
> “oh, am i talking too loud? sometimes i get over excited, shoot off at the mouth”

echolalia (basically repetition of words/phrases)
> see i know this is a musical and often things are repeated because thats just how musicals work 
> but 
> “outrun” “outrun” “outlast” “outlast”
> “aaron burr, sir” (+basically all words that rhyme with burr)

- autism ™ thoughts/beliefs/ya know
> “i wished for a war i knew that i was poor i knew that it was the only way to rise up” (now idk if this is actually true but like he literally wrote himself up and yet he still wont let this idea go?)
> “i will never understand you! if you love this woman, go get her! what are you waiting for?” (i’m sure burr would if he could but, buddy pal,,,)
> “i cant disobey direct orders”
> “i don’t understand how you stand to the side”
> “i’ve always considered you a friend” “i don’t see why that has to end” “you changed parties to run against my father in law”
> “but when all is said and done, jefferson has beliefs, burr has none”
> “i can’t apologize because it’s true”
> “how do you not get it?”

- body stuff
> “his hands started fidgeting” (hey nervous stimming)
> his posture throughout the play but espec in the first few songs is painfully forced like…. really weird? like stiff and unnatural
> “i spend hours in the garden” “they say he walks the length of the city” (stimming ! sadness ! grief ! s t i m m i n g !)

- emotion issues
> [after eliza reads him the letter informing him of laurens’ passing] “i have so much work to do” (and then he never mentions laurens again)
> “stop crying god damn it, get up!”

please feel free to add more 2 support my autistic son


Pairing - Rob Benedict x Reader
Word Count - 2,552
Warnings - fluff, teasing, really, I think that’s it lol
Author - Sam
A/N - Request by @sammys-angel — Can you do a Rob x Reader where she’s part of the cast but loves to sing, but she never sings in front of ppl and one day at con, Rob passes her hotel room and hears her singing and playing guitar and that’s the moment he knew he was completely in love with her, and he walks in and sees her sining and playing guitar.

The earth was quaking
My mind was aching
And we were making it
And you shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me all night

It was the last song of Karaoke Night at the convention. You were with Jensen, Osric, Briana, Rich, and Rob next to you. You guys were rocking out to the song “You Shook Me All Night Long” by AC/DC. Jumping and dancing to until the end of the song.

You really got me and you
You and Rob pointed to each other laughing like lunatics as the music played.
Shook me all night long
Yeah you shook me
Yeah you shook me
All night long

The song and night finally ended. All of you exhausted and voices crackling from yelling all night with the fans. The rest of you walked off the stage and headed back to the green room while you waited for Rob and Rich to end the night. Osric threw you a water bottle noticing that you were starting to cough a lot from screaming all night.

“Here, catch!” he giggled chucking the bottle to you.

“Thanks Os! Did you have fun?” you sat down next to him, leaning your head on him. The two of you were like best friends, he was your confidant when Rob and Rich weren’t there. Even then, you knew you could count on Osric when it came to anything. You trusted him with one of the biggest secrets that you were holding back from the rest of the world. What was that you might ask? Nothing big, you know? Just how you had a huge crush on your other best friend, Rob Benedict.

It all started when you came onto Supernatural in season 5. You were the badass hunter chick, Scarlett, that stole Chuck away from Becky. Scarlett was pretty different compared to Chuck. You were confident, fearless, and according to Chuck’s character, “way out of his league.” Once you were introduced to Rob, the two of you instantly became friends, as you also became a series regular.

To you and Rob, the age gap between the two of you made no difference in the strong connection the two of you had has best friends. Rob was there for you when your asshole of an ex-boyfriend cheated on you, and you were there for him when his wife left him behind (side note, I love Molly, so let’s just pretend that this happened). Rob was also another reason you started playing guitar, but never let anyone hear you sing alone. It was something you enjoyed keeping private, to yourself.

Over time, it was inevitable that you developed a strong crush for the blue-eyed, scruffy-faced, loving man. You could be having a really awful day, and just hearing Rob’s laugh and seeing his smile changed your day for the better instantaneously.

“Yeah I did! By the way, I saw Rob looking at you the whole time,” he teased you.

Your face flushed with a shade of pink, and you punched him gently in the side, “Quit it Os. No one needs to know.”

“No one needs to know what?” you heard the familiar voice of Rob ask.

You spun around and stuttered while making a joke, “Oh you know, just how much in love I am with Rich!” You shot up and threw your arms around Rich, and he mirrored that.

“Oh Y/N, I love you too!” he played it off so dramatically it made the rest of the room laugh, except for Rob, but you didn’t notice.

“So Y/N, you sounded great tonight! Why don’t you sing with Rob tomorrow?” Rich suggested. That was one bad thing about Rich, he always had to open his mouth. Mostly everyone on the cast knew that you enjoyed singing, but that the only time you would do it in front of others is when there was a group of people with you, like tonight. Another issue, you may have accidentally let Rich ALSO know how much of a crush you had on Rob. Unfortunately, Rich learned that Fireball Whiskey makes you talk, and you let it out a couple of months ago. Although he was kept his mouth from saying the exact thing, he continuously has made suggestions that would get Rob and you alone.

It’s not that you haven’t hung out with Rob alone, you guys do it a lot. However, recently, it has become more difficult to withstand your feelings, and you’ve know Rob has noticed it and it kills you. Falling in love with your best friend, not so lucky when you know they don’t have the same feelings for you in return.

You rolled your eyes at him and shot him a glare, “Uhm, I’m good. Thanks Rich,” you tickled his sides, getting him back for embarrassing you.

“Awww, don’t feel bad Y/N,” Rob throws his arm around your shoulder, pulling you in tight, “You don’t have to sing with me if you don’t want to.”

Rob was always so sweet, trying to make you comfortable and happy. The only thing you could do was look into this blue eyes and smile sweetly. You stood there for a few minutes before you finally let out a huge yawn.

Rob giggled, “Well, someone must be tired. That was one long yawn.”

“You’re not going to go out Y/N?” Briana and Rich ask.

You yawn again, “Nah. I’m pretty exhausted. I’m sorry guys. Rain check?”

“You’re so lame. But that’s fine. See you later sweet heart. Rob are you coming out?” Rich waved off Briana and the rest, letting them know he was coming.

“I don’t think so. I’ll walk Y/N up to the rooms and I’ll probably just crash in there. I don’t know how you guys keep going out. It’s like 1am, we have to be up at 7am, and it just sounds like a bad idea to me,” Rob explains.

“Welp, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do you crazy kids!” Rich waved the two of you off and you turned to Rob.

“You didn’t have to do that Rob. You should go out with them,” you insisted, giving him a look of assurance.

The entire time, his arm had been around you and he giggle once again, pulling you in and giving you a kiss on your temple, “It’s alright. I’ll just walk you to our adjoining rooms and we can go to sleep.”

The both of you walked to the elevator and headed to the floor of your rooms. As you arrived to the door, you pulled out your card, but looked at Rob before you went it.

“Goodnight Y/N” he said, giving you a hug.

You reciprocated the hug by throwing your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly. Squeezing and holding you a little bit longer then normal. You really didn’t want to let go, but the feelings you had for him were bubbling up inside you. You were the first one to pull apart, and both of your faces only mere inches apart. The anticipation was killing you, but knowing he didn’t feel the same, made it worse.

“Well, night Rob,” you rush and push through the doors.

Rob stood as the door closed. His heartbeat racing and face heating up from the two of you being so close. The two of you had hugged and been close for years, but now, it was different. Rob was normally able to tell you everything, but recently, he started feeling something different with you. There were feelings of butterflies in his stomach, and like every other time, he decided to just shake them away, letting them linger in the back of his mind.

The next day, you woke up, got ready, and grabbed some coffee before your panel. You loved talking to the fans and they always made you laugh. However, it never failed that at least one question was about you and Rob.

“Hi Y/N, I just love your character Scarlett. She gives me the power and mindset to be strong and confident, and I think Scarlett and Chuck are adorable together. A lot of us wish they would bring Chuck back,” the young girl was dressed as your character. A typical “Winchester” look. Plaid shirt, rocker shirt underneath, skinny jeans, and black converse.

“Aww thanks! I love to hear when my character encourages others to be their very best. As for Chuck, I think Scarlett would love to have Chuck back,” you giggle.

“So my question is this. We know that Scarlett and Chuck had hinted that they were once a couple, but never told anyone, do you think you and Rob would ever be more then friends?” she asks.

The whole place went quiet. You yourself didn’t even know what to say. “Well my darling, Rob and I are just best friends. Yes I love him as a friend, but my true love goes to Rich,” you laughed making a joke, “Ohhh Richard! Where are you my Knight in Shining Armor?!” All you wanted was to be saved from this question and Rich knew you would want it.

“Alas! The princess calls for me! It’s the ending of her panel, I shall save her,” he scoops you up and you blow kisses to the fans as they laugh and scream in hilarity. He runs to the back as Misha and Jared enter the stage after you.

You let out a huge breath and hug Rich, “Thank you so much for saving me from that. I have no idea what I would’ve done without you.” You look him in the eyes with seriousness and he notices that the situation caused you anxiety. Rich could’ve made a joke, but didn’t.

“No problem Y/N. You know I care about you,” was simply all he said. There was nothing else that needed to be added, as he hugged you back.

“Well, I’m going to go to my room and relax until my photo ops,” you said waving him off and heading to the elevator.

“Hey, Rob! Are you ready for lunch?” Rich asked, noticing Rob coming from the other side of the stage.

“Yeah, I think so,” he said reaching in his pockets, “Shit. I left my wallet in the room. I’ll be back in 15.”

You went into your room and grabbed your guitar. Rob had given you lessons years ago and you continued to pick up on some tricks from him and other musicians. You began to strum the chords to a song you recently learned to play, and sing.

Do you hear me, I’m talking to you
Across the water across the deep blue ocean
Under the open sky, oh my, baby I’m trying

You start off slowly, taking in the music and string as you play the melody of the song. You get lost in your own little world, not noticing that someone was listening and peaking through the door from your adjoining room.

Boy, I hear you in my dreams
I feel your whisper across the sea
I keep you with me in my heart
You make it easier when life gets hard

Rob entered his room, rummaging around near the adjoining door where his bags were and tried to find his wallet. That’s when he heard it. Music was coming from your room. At first he thought it was just the TV, but that was too loud. That’s when he snuck his way through the doors and opened it up.

Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been
Lucky to be coming home again

He stood there listened as you sang. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. Your voice was amazing and your guitar skills had definitely gotten better. He couldn’t help but smile as you played. The way you sang to the melody was perfect, and the lyrics, well, created a final connection in Rob’s brain. He was in love with his best friend.

They don’t know how long it takes
Waiting for a long like this
Every time we say goodbye
I wish we had one more kiss
I’ll wait for you, I promise you, I will

Hearing your voice as you sang was the final link for him. Rich was right, he did love you and have feelings for you, but was afraid that it was just a fluke. But oh boy, was Rob’s logic wrong. Rob knew he had to do something. He couldn’t stand this any longer, and he knew the song so when you started the next verse, he walked in singing along, creating a harmony with you.

Lucky I’m in love with my best friend
Lucky to have been where I have been

You heard a voice that sounded familiar and Rob appeared in front of you. You began to slow down.

“Don’t stop Y/N, please,” he says to you with eyes of encouragement, so you continue, just the two of you.

Lucky to be coming home again
Lucky we’re in love in every way

Rob and you looked into each others eyes, pouring emotion into the song as you both sang to the words.

Lucky to have stated where we have stated
Lucky to be coming home someday

You both sat there, finishing the chorus, staring at each other in silence. His confidence growing as the moments went on, he grabbed the guitar and put it behind the both of your, and then grabbed your hand.

“Rob,” you whispered, feeling the heat of red form on your face again, darting your eyes to the ground in embarrassment.

He put his hand on your chin and tilted you back to face him, “Hey, no, don’t look down. Don’t be embarrassed,” he breathed out, “Y/N, your voice, it’s beautiful, just like you are. I can’t believe..” he trailed off, becoming nervous and losing his confidence.

You looked at him confused, “Can’t believe what Rob?”

He looked back into your eyes, almost losing himself in them, “I can’t believe it took me this long to realize I’m in love with my best friend.”

Your mouth falls slightly agape in shock that Rob just admitted his love for you, but you couldn’t hold back the next thing you were about to do. You lean into Rob and pull him in for a kiss. Your lips land on his and all you could feel were sparks, his scruffy beard, and it was only the two of you. Nothing else mattered or existed. You felt him sigh in to the kiss, as if it were relief for him as well.

After a few moments of exploring each others lips, you pull away and smile, “I’m in love with my best friend too Rob. You, and I have been for years.”

He wiggled his eye brows and giggled, touching your face softly, “Well, I guess the song does ring true. We’re both lucky to be in love with our best friends.”

You smiled again unable to fight the urge and pulled him in for another long kiss, because you weren’t about to waste anymore time not kissing the man you loved most, your best friend.

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