i quit omg i'm sorry for this

sigma-castell  asked:

Have you ever thought about writing a fic in which Voldemort went after the Longbottoms instead of the Potters?

If Voldemort had chosen the pureblood boy, not the halfblood, as his opponent? This Neville would have had graves to visit, instead of a hospital. He’d still have grown up in his grandmother’s clutches, tut-tutted at, dropped out windows absentmindedly, left to bounce on paving stones.

Let’s tell this story: Alice Longbottom, who was the better at hexing, told Frank to take Neville and run.

She died on the braided rug of their sitting room floor. Frank heard her fall from where he stood in front of the cradle. He did not have time to run.

When the Dark Lord climbed the stairs and saw Frank, he laughed at the small man in front of him. Frank had crooked teeth, a mis-sized nose, big fingers and small, watery eyes. Voldemort looked at him the way children would look at Neville, in almost a decade, at stubby fingers around a rememberall, a wrinkled brow and a stammer. “Move aside,” he said, the way a different Voldemort had once offered a way out to Lily Potter. That had been for the sake of another man’s love, and this was for his own contempt. “Just let me have the boy. Did you really think you could–”

When Neville met Voldemort again, in his fourth year, when Luna’s advice, his own gillyweed knowledge, and Ginny’s Bat Bogey Hex lessons had gotten him through the Triwizard Tournament he’d never signed up to enter, there would be a bubbling scar on Voldemort’s sunken left cheek. His father had had time for one curse. Frank’s love had saved his son, marked him, but his hate had been enough, too, to scar Tom Riddle through every rebirth and transformation he would ever have.

Harry Potter would have grown up as James’s oldest son. I think Lily, who missed her sister, and James, who had found three brothers at school and loved them more than life, would have had more children: a little sister who James taught to fly (little Tuney’d be Keeper to Ginny’s Seeker, in a decade, and gossip terribly about Harry), a baby brother Lily fervently talked James out of naming Lupeterius. Harry would have grown up spoiled and loved, magical, with toy broomsticks and playdates with the other Order kids– stumbling Neville, the Bones girl and the rollicking Weasley bunch.

If the Potters were never the main targets, never hiding and frightened, I don’t think Peter would have turned when he did. Not enough gain. Not enough tail-tucking fear. Peter would have limped through to the end of the war, whiskers shivering in his soul even when they were popping champagne on the night Neville Longbottom’s parents died.

They raised delicate glasses that had somehow survived all the first war, laughing, in Godric’s Hollow, to the Boy Who Lived. Augusta Longbottom planned her children’s funeral and wondered if her grandson’s forehead would scar like that. Lily danced in the living room with James, on the garish rug that Sirius had bought them as a joke and that they had kept just to spite him.

But this was a story about Neville now–it would always be a story about Harry, somewhat, because it had never been the scar that made the boy. When Draco Malfoy stole Neville’s rememberall, this Harry would still jump on a broom; when Hermione, weeping in the bathrooms, didn’t know about the troll, Harry would still run to tell her–that instinct was not something even having loving parents (especially these parents) would have kept from him.

But this had always been a story about Neville, too– unscarred Neville, Neville with his pockets full of gum wrappers, this had always been the story of his rise and his steady soul. But this time he was marked from birth, a scar on his forehead and hands that weren’t any better at holding a wand. This time, his grandmother had even more reason to look at him with disappointment when he spent all his childhood looking powerless.

Neville was not the disappeared savior who they whispered about. Halloween was still a celebration of Voldemort’s fall, but Neville was a lucky object, not a small hero, because where there had been a vacuum to fill when it had been Harry Potter, to fill with wonderment and thanks, here Neville toddled down Diagon Alley and held his grandmother’s hand. The whole world knew this boy was probably a squib, with pudgy fingers and a slow stammer, who didn’t learn to read until it was almost time to go to Hogwarts.

When Neville got his Hogwarts letter, the whole wizarding world was very politely surprised. He got told congratulations from strangers in the street, who in different universes would be shaking Harry Potter’s hand and swooning. Neville was far above smart enough to recognize than none of the other children got congratulated for the victory of being asked to attend school.

He asked the Hat for Hufflepuff and it gave him Gryffindor. He hoped they did not expect him to learn how to roar.

This was a Neville scarred. This was a Neville who would still get a rememberall and still forget it in his room two days out of five, who would eat a Weasley treat and turn into a canary, who would take Ginny Weasley to the Yule Ball and not once step on her toes.

This was a Neville who had had long conversations with the garden snakes in his backyard as a child and who had snuck them bits of his breakfast, kept track of which little serpent liked soft boiled eggs and which would dare to try a bit of sausage if he wiggled it properly. When he first got to Hogwarts, lonely, a lion in lamb’s fleece, Neville hid out behind the greenhouses and made friends with the snakes who curled on the warm rocks there.

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Prompt: Three times Michael has lied to either Gavin or Ryan for the wrong reasons, and one time he did it for the right ones. (GTA mavinwood)

For Olivia - thank you so much for all your support <3 <3


Michael’s in too deep before he even knows it.

It starts in a club the night after their first successful heist as a full crew, a motley assortment of bounty hunters, hit men and vagabonds that Ramsey pulled together from fucking Craigslist, beggars with big dreams who all have just a touch of eccentricity to them. Enough to make things work.

It’s the most fun he’s had in years. He’s known these men seventy-two hours but they feel as close as family already.

Well, maybe not quite like family, because the three of them have wandered away from the rest of the group to sit together at a booth close to the dance floor, and if they were family he wouldn’t be noticing how nice Ryan’s lips look as he lifts his glass to drink, or how the colourful lights flicker across Gavin’s skin so prettily, how good they look sitting side by side - Gavin latched himself to Ryan early on, like a little golden bird perched on the back of a huge dark-haired wolf - now their shoulders brush, they’re sat so close, and Gavin’s fingers trail across Ryan’s wrist to get his attention. Michael can’t stop thinking about how well he’d fit between the two of them.

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A birthday gift to Roxi! Happy Birthday to my dam book godmother. LMAO I will never forget the first time you messaged me was because I drew Leo Valdez and Nico di Angelo BLESS THE GODS I DREW THEM or else we wouldn’t even be friends. So here’s my your Mako-chan after rescuing a cute lil bunny who seems to develop a sort of crush on this big adorable human fireman.

anonymous asked:

Ok ok ok so I really love your blog to the moon and back it's so good omg you are amazing !! but anyway my request is RFA + V and Saeran finding out MC was the creator of LOLOL but did it under an Internet alias like "THE MAIN CHARACTER" and decides to join LOLOL and overtakes everybody in the Shooting Star server?? I'm really sorry if this is too hard or specific ;; ahh I just love your blog so much!!


  • hjkh?
  • jkhkjhagljkah?
  • jkshjhjhjh *but with emotion* ajkfghjlhKJHJH?
  • like he cannot? function for like an hour?
  • listen. since he lost rika, 70% of his life is just LOLOL. he literally depends on the game for quite a bit of his days.
  • and now he’s dating the creator of LOLOL
  • and he found out when they entered his server and overtook everything
  • at first he was shocked, because everyone knows THE MAIN CHARACTER is the creator
  • but then he hears MC cheer from their computer and when he peers into their screen-
  • oh
  • they’re THE MAIN CHARACTER playing right now
  • the initial shock lasts for like a month
  • he probably asks MC to reveal some easter eggs before anyone else finds them or to please let him know when the next double XP campaign will begin so he can start farming early


  • she finds out after Yoosung comes to whine on the chat
  • blah, blah, he’s sad, blah, he says that he can’t believe he got to see the creator of LOLOL, blah blah
  • when MC starts typing, she perks up- though she’s been doing that at any mention of MC as of lately
  • but their reply is?
    • haha sorry yoosung I just felt like visiting ur server since u mentioned u played in shooting star ^^;”
  • she connects two and two pretty quickly and before Yoosung can answer she’s already asking MC
  • you created LOLOL??
  • as much as she doesn’t find the appeal in the game, she has to admit it has to be very carefully designed in order to hook in people and keep them in
  • admires MC lots and honestly? she’s proud and thinks really highly of MC’s achievements


  • similarly to Jaehee, he doesn’t get the appeal of the game
  • probably because he isn’t too much of a video game person himself
  • he finds out (like mostly everyone) through Yoosung’s whining about the situation
  • he almost drops his phone when MC just reveals they created the game?
  • sure he doesn’t play it but he knows the game is a pretty big deal
  • honestly? how else can he react other than constantly telling MC they’re awesome?
  • he adores when MC talks about their game because he adores seeing them bask in the glory of their creation
  • also may ask MC if it’s possible to create a character that resembles him just out of curiosity and MC may or may not actually put the plan into motion


  • when he connects to the chat, it’s been a while since MC and Yoosung’s combo about LOLOL where MC dropped the “I made LOLOL” fact
  • he’s a pretty accomplished person so he sees that and just doesn’t think much like? oh cool MC has done some cool things, ok
  • but then MC connects and he starts talking about the business side of stuff
  • MC is the creator- they know about the whole sales and business side of the game too- and Jumin would like to talk about that
  • when Jaehee joins, it turns into a complicated conversation on sales, marketing strategies, how to get a project to launch off, and all that
  • everyone else is just staring at the chat like ?? ????


  • uh
  • how did he not know this????
  • look. this THE MAIN CHARACTER person may have created LOLOL but how dare they log in for like, 30 minutes and remove his best player ranking?
  • yoosung is also pretty mad because since Seven got bumped down to number two, he got knocked down to third place
  • and it’s not like he even has to hack the player to find who they are- MC just admits it on the RFA chat
  • when he finds out, all anger is out the window he is now in awe
  • programming chat? you bet your ass it’s time for that
  • MC jokingly threatens to ban Seven for hacking the game so many times
  • he decides to help MC patch some weaknesses that can lead to in-game abuse of hacks (but some he won’t bc he uses those to get healing items)


  • lucky him! he’s at Yoosung’s place when MC decides to destroy his server with skills that are fit for the creator of LOLOL
  • he sees Yoosung angrily shut down the computer and cross his arms in a hissy fit of i lost
  • saeran finds this a bit funny, and snaps a sneaky picture and sends it to MC for them to see
  • MC replies with “he’s prolly mad bc I just destroyed his ass on LOLOL ;) being the creator has benefits lol”
  • he finds it so hilarious?
  • like on one side he has his friend cursing his luck and damning this “THE MAIN CHARACTER” player and whining about how unfair it is to be the creator and on the other hand he has his partner laughing about being said player
  • he doesn’t tell Yoosung until after he calmed down and then he snaps another photo of his shocked face to send to MC because the situation is just hilarious to him


  • he hears MC and Yoosung bantering in the chat with his phone’s text-to-voice, but most of the slang they use doesn’t really translate to well with the program so he doesn’t understand too much
  • he later asks MC in person about what the conversation was, and MC gladly explains
  • V isn’t too shook or anything; he knew MC was a very talented and capable person, and an achievement like a hugely popular game was another one of their amazing achievements
  • also, he’s always been grateful to that game- even though he never really got the point of it, he saw how Yoosung used it as an anchor of sorts in his life when he was going through a rough patch, so he has MC to thank for that too
  • grateful man is even More Grateful to his partner
"Yeah, I'm trash~"
Suzuki Tatsuhisa
"Yeah, I'm trash~"

Q: If you could create a “Humandroid” [humanoid robot], what kind of Humandroid would it be?

Tatsu: Oh there’s no other answer to this than someone who would take care of all my housework (hello Noct do you mean Ignis lol). I really can’t handle that sort of thing. In addition to housework, it’d be great if the person could also do my office work… I’m kinda in a dire situation even when I came to the recording studio today. After saying goodbye to everyone at the end of today’s recording session, there’re several people who I need to apologize to in all seriousness. I’ve got quite a few apologies to make. This is really yabai. It’d be such a great help if there is a Humandroid to do all these things for me! Recently I really started to feel like I’m failing as a human being. Yeah, I’m trash~

~from bonus track in Humandroid ~マイカノセンゲン~ Vol.1 (2013)

me: why are you like this tatsu pls get yourself together

also me: omg same

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm a new adlock yacht member, can you recommend me A Must Read Sherlock/Irene fics? because I falling deeper and deeper with this ship and i'm not even sorry! P.S.I check out all your fics on AO3 and the quite remarkable. Thank you, have a good day/night.

*Grins and waves* Hello and welcome aboard :D More than a little surprised to be asked (because surely anyone would’ve already been admiring my fandom heroes’ brilliant works before they came across any random stuff I wrote?) but thank youu and I’m honoured to share my personal ‘Omg amazing writing’ list!

(For a non-waffly version of recs, please simply refer to my bookmarks on AO3 - they’re mostly adlock x)

1. These fandom classics ♡ (Apologies if, like me, you already know them so well you find that you can effortlessly recite the chapter titles and many of the beautiful lines therein, but they absolutely need to appear in every adlock rec)

Neither a Soldier Nor a Gentleman and (work-in-progress) Sui Generis by Francesca_Wayland (the author is a legend and @francesca-wayland​ is the adlock blog, where you’ll find her list of fic recs, amongst other adlockness)

^ Exquisitely written. NaSNaG [97k] is basically fanon for what happened between Sherlock and Irene in Karachi, and SG [224k+] is its incredible (AU) sequel. The latter was what converted me from a non-shipping BBC Sherlockian into an obsessed adlocker.

- (work-in-progress) The W Hypothesis by ElinorX ( @elinorx​ this girl’s an evil genius x)

^ Victorian AU [75k+]. Another masterpiece, like seriously it’s literature. Clever and intricate plot, layers of mysteries, immense magnetic pull and tension between our OTP. Angsty. Though according to a reliable source the readers might get a treat in the next chapter(s).

- Come Attrition, Come Hell by InkInc ( @tales-of-inkinc​ The Angst Queen, whom I really hope is doing well at this moment, sending her best wishes)

^ aka Angst and Heartbreak and (Despite Everything) Love [89k]. You will likely not be okay whilst reading this story, and you will quite possibly not want to be. Certain strings of words in the English language will never be the same again. Gosh. There’s a letter/email from Sherlock to Irene, and it’s just T T. Also, CACH was the reason I registered on AO3, to leave my first ever comment.

- Death Takes a Holiday by LyraNgalia and rude_not_ginger ( @lyrangalia​ and @team-science​​, they have got to be the best role-play/writing partners in the history of RP-ing and their works are a synergy of brilliance; dreamwidth)

^ Fanon for Sherlock and Irene’s adventures during The Fall, collaborating to dismantle Moriarty’s web. Emotional constipation journey inevitably ensues. The DTaH series [546k] is approx. the length of the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy plus The Hobbit. Epic.

- What He Likes and its sequel (incomplete) The Way the Heavens Go by solojones

^ WHL [65k] also features post-Reichenbach Sherlock and Irene. Dark, with soul-crushing angst, and a spiralling-into-drugs-and-demons Sherlock. Don’t worry though it gets bittersweet and everything will be okay and aww these two are adorable. TWtHG [71k] is post-Resurrection, canon-divergent since it was written before Series 3 aired but still marvellous.

2. A few more multi-chapter must-reads (Sorry I realise how ridiculously long this post is getting, after merely five recs, and shall turn down/off the commentary hereinafter, but should reiterate that these are all absolutely wonderful)

- The Price of Retrouvailles [76k] by akajustmerry ( @akajustmerry​ who also has another beautiful work-in-progress, In the Absence of Skulls)

- The Games We Play [13k] by Maple_Fay

- This is Not a Safe House [14k] by SaraDobieBauer ( @saradobiebauer​)

- Staying Alive [6k] by  g_girl143 ( @adlocksentiments​)

Ships in Glass Bottles [49k] and A White Flag on Baker Street [13k] by Scatterboom (also, would recommend subscribing to her work-in-progress The Shape of the Universe and allowing it to brighten up your Tuesdays : ] )

The Curious Case of the Boy In the Raincoat [44k] by rude_not_ginger

- Dining with Frogs [61k] by CherryBlossomTide

3. My single-chapter favourites (Not an extensive list, my AO3 bookmarks contain more x)

Exceptions by Del (Everything @goddessdel​ writes basically ♡)

The Uneventful Afternoon by Del (goddessdel) >>> John’s perspective; fluff in the uniquely adlock way, always such a delight to reread!

Life among the dead by Del (goddessdel) >>> His Last Vow missing scene

A Most Murderous Case by Del (goddessdel) >>> Our OTP & Scotland Yard

- Ave Verum by Francesca_Wayland >>> John’s discovers Sherlock’s secret

Midnight by rude_not_ginger >>> It’s like poetry

A Very Different Level by SorrowsFlower ( @sorrowsflower who is another very, very talented yacht member) >>> A collection of lovely gems

broken hearts, like broken bones by Tyleet ( @wildehacked)

- the way we live now by themuslimbarbie

- Twenty Degrees of Inseparation by nom_omnis_moriar

4. Seriously I cannot begin to describe how much I admire some of these authors. Our yacht is so fortunate to have them. (I’ve mentioned some of their works above but do check out the links to their AO3 page or tumblr for more adlock-y awesomeness!)

Have a good day/night to you too, anon, and to anyone else reading this x

mnemnems  asked:

Funny that I found out I was ace right before pride month lol. Anyways, would the Voltron Family do anything for pride month? Maybe involving older Lance, Pidge and Lotor with their two daddies (Hunk joins in too of course).

helena1205 said: Can we get the Voltron Family celebrating Pride-month?-or a little celebration for themselves as a family? They all have their own sexuality that is a part of the lgbtaq+-community. Happy Pride Month!!!

[The Voltron Family] Lance was the very first one out of the three to join an LGBTAQ+ organization in college. He loved it so he invited Pidge, Lotor and Hunk. They had upcoming events for pride month and they were all brainstorming and Lance was part of the events committee. 

President: Do any of you guys know anyone who could perhaps give a talk about their experiences or at least just share something inspirational?
Member 1: Doesn’t Lance have two Dads?
Lance: *turns head* *whisper shouts* What the hell, Jack?
President: *hopeful* Is that true, Lance?
Lance: *turns back* Um, yeah. 
Member 2: We have to invite them! You think we could do that, President? 
President: Are they free sometime this month?
Lance: *pouts* I’m not sure.They’re super busy *looks around at his friends with hopeful eyes* *sighs* But I can ask?

Lance took a deep breath as he entered the master bedroom at 10pm. He climbed the bed and placed himself between his two daddies.

Lance: *looks up at the ceiling while lying down* *nervous* So.
Shiro: *puts down his book* *looks at Lance* So? 
Lance: *connects both of his hands on his chest* There’s going to be an event in school for my org. And. *gulps* We’re looking for speakers.
Keith: *raises an eyebrow* Speakers. With an “s.”
Lance: *gulps* *nods* And my stupid friend—let’s hide him under the name of Jack Hudson—mentioned that I have two dads. And they asked me if you guys could be speakers and share your experiences as part of the community and—
Shiro: *smiles* When is this?
Lance: It’s more like, when are you BOTH free, if ever you’ll do it. I know you’re all very busy and stuff—
Keith: *checks his phone* I’m free… *scrolls* the week after next.
Shiro: *checks his phone* Don’t have any operations on a Friday that week.
Keith: *looks at Shiro* We could do Friday then.
Shiro: Friday it is. 
Lance: *looks at them back and forth* WAIT. HOLD THE PHONE. You’ll do it?

Lance was pacing back and forth outside the auditorium, waiting for his Dads. Pidge, Hunk and Lotor were already inside along with the rest. When they arrived, he ushered them backstage and signaled the president to begin.

President: For our speakers today, we have two Dads of our very own Lance, Pidge and Hunk. *smiles* One of them is a Best Selling author which I believe most of us have read his books, the other one is one of the top brain surgeons of the country. *muses* I know. What a very interesting couple. So let us all welcome Keith Shirogane and Dr. Takashi Shirogane.

Everyone clapped and soon Keith and Shiro emerged from backstage and the clapping kinda stopped for a few seconds because apparently everyone was staring at the two men (except for Pidge, Lance, Hunk and Lotor who were all looking at everyone else’s reactions). Both of them were holding hands while smiling, walking towards the center of the stage. Keith had his red leather jacket on, while Shiro wore a black formal dress shirt. 

Person 1: *whispers* Holy. Shit. They can’t be Dads. They look so young?
Person 2: *whispers* The one in red is so my type. 
Pidge: *looks at Lance, Hunk and Lotor* *smirks* It has begun. 
Hunk: *face palms* Every. Damn. Time.
Lotor: *chuckles* They make quite an impression. 

Shiro: *holds his mic* Hello, everyone. *smiles*
Everyone: Hi! *cheerful*
Shiro: *chuckles* Excellent crowd tonight. So, my husband and I— *looks at Keith fondly*
Everyone: *teases them* *whistles*
Keith: *looks at the crowd* Please. We’re already married. None of that teasing.
Everyone: *laughs*
Keith: Anyone here who are asexuals? Please raise your hands. *sees a few hands including Pidge’s and Lotor’s* Beautiful. *smiles* I’m ace myself. *places hand on chest* And I married someone who isn’t.

Suddenly the audience were a bit surprised and a lot of hands shot up to ask questions. They shared their story, from when they met, to falling in love, to getting engaged, to finally getting married and then adopting kids.

Shiro: The thing is, there will always be people who will judge us, stare at us like we’re wrong to be who we are. But please, don’t even let that get to you. Ever since I got together with Keith and had our little family *smiles lovingly at Lance, Hunk and Pidge* we’ve been kicked out of a restaurant by a homophobic manager, our kids had been bullied for having two dads. Every day has been a battle, but it’s a battle that we’re all winning. 
Keith: You get up to face a new day, you’re already winning. You put on that binder while you dress, you’re already winning. You look at your face in the mirror knowing you’re not going to take anyone’s shit, you’re already winning. No one, and I say no one, should tell you how you should feel, dress, act and speak except yourself. There might be bruises along the way, but let me tell you it’s gonna be worth it once you get back up again. *smiles at Shiro*
Shiro: *squeezes Keith’s hand*
Pidge: *sniffles* What the hell. They’re still so corny.
Hunk: Pidge, use this. *hands a hanky for her to sneeze on* And Lance stop taking photos of Pidge being sensitive. Lotor, can you please stop him? Pidge, that’s my hand!! 

After the talk, so many people went up on stage to take photos with Shiro and Keith and they were both so overwhelmed. So many aces gathered around Keith to ask him more questions, while Shiro entertained those who were telling him they were such an inspirational married couple. Lance, Hunk and Pidge saw all of these and they were quite proud of them.

Pidge: *points at a guy beside Shiro who was smiling so wide* That’s the dude who said Daddy Shiro was hot.
Hunk: PIDGE!! *scandalized*

If eremin became canon
  • Some of you: ew that doesn't make sense!! they're just friends!! well whatever I'm sure it'll just be a fling, everyone knows Eren will end up with Levi eventually 😍
  • The rest of you: omg so revolutionary!! i shipped it allll along
  • Me, a steadfast eremin shipper since chapter 5: oh goodness
  • Me:
  • Me: I'm sorry, my memory must be failing, I don't remember seeing you at the meetings
  • Me: my apologies, I must've imagined the snk fandom's complete and utter lack of support for eremin
  • Me: but sure
  • Me: yes quite revolutionary who could've seen it coming

anonymous asked:

JESUS YOU KNOW WHAT I JUST THOUGHT ABOUT OMG what if Napoleon is so hopelessly in love with Illya that he feels the need to tell him, but he doesn't have the courage to, so he says it all the time, in a language he knows Illya doesn't understand. Little did he know, Illya DOES understand this language. Napoleon finds out when after weeks of this, Illya finaly answers him, perfectly fluent in language he was not supposed to know.

ANON I’M YELLING wtf this is so good!! aksdfbshd

So imagine the silence afterwards. Napoleon blinks, before he closes his mouth. He never would have guessed his partner knew how to speak Irish.

Asking Illya since when he speaks it is the first thing to leave his mouth, after long moments of silence, stretching out between them and making Napoleon wish he could disappear. “I don’t,” Illya answers, smiling sadly, “But I know how to speak Danish.”

Another shiver runs down Napoleon’s spine - cold as ice, like the first one that had shocked him to his core. “But I only used it once,” he protests.

He hates how weak his voice sounds. A slight tremor, as if he’s on the verge of tears. Maybe he is. He doesn’t care, because Illya’s eyes are on him, so incredibly soft.

“You knew the whole time,” Napoleon gets out, finally.

“I knew the whole time,” Illya repeats and nods, “I-” His voice breaks, as if he’s close to crying too.

“I was afraid you would stop saying those things to me,” Illya confesses, voice small, eyes cast downwards.

It’s a gesture so unlike him, Napoleon has to step forward and hug his partner. There it is, both of them flayed open, ripped off the last layer of pretense. No secrets, no lies, just them. At the same time, it’s too much and not enough.

“I mimicked your speech pattern, looked a few things up,” Illya says, trying to disarm the situation, but only adding more ballast to the gravity of it, to the weight on Napoleon’s chest.

“You love me too,” he whispers and closes his eyes.

Finally, Illya’s arms come up, wrapping themselves around Napoleon’s torso. “Of course I do, how could I not?” Illya bumps their foreheads together tenderly.

“I don’t know,” Napoleon breathes, his usual charm creeping into his voice, “I’m irresistible.”

“Incorrigible,” Illya corrects, but his smile is fond, his eyes giving away everything.

“That too.”

Before his partner can protest, Napoleon kisses him. Illya makes that small sound of surprise that never fails to make him smile.

“For evigt?” his partner asks, a whispered vow against his lips.

“I can’t promise you that,” Napoleon says, what he doesn’t add is: It’s our line of work. It’s the blood on my hands - on your hands. It’s the trouble we’ll get into. It’s the things I would do to protect you.

“Forever might be a long time,” Illya agrees and Napoleon hates the doubt he hears.

Years and years of insecurity, of not being loved. A lifetime of anger, of loneliness and things he doesn’t want to think about.

Napoleon’s hand comes up to trace the scar on Illya’s temple. “Yes, but I’ll never stop fighting to be with you.”

There it is. A sloppy vocalisation of a thought that’s far more poetic in his mind. His last defense is gone - it’s only him now. He’s at Illya’s mercy.

A heartbeat. A strangled sob. Lips against his, in a kiss too desperate, too consuming.

“Neither will I,” Illya says finally and presses his lips to Napoleon’s forehead.

It’s not a great declaration of love, nothing to write or sing about, but it’s them. Thus he knows they don’t need anything else. And maybe it’s their own version of Forever.

Napoleon smiles and shakes his head at Peril’s horrendous pronunciation of an Irish term of endearment. Illya tries again, butchering it even more. Now he has to laugh, kisses the angry expression right off Illya’s face.

Yes, he thinks, they have found a way to promise each other a future together.

Måske for evigt.

Can you imagine if Disney called Dreamworks for the rights to Jack Frost?
  • Disney: Hey, it's been a while. How have you been? So, we were just wondering...uh...can we get the rights to use Jack Frost in Frozen 2?
  • DW: ...
  • Disney: Come on, dude. We really need this...
  • DW: I knew you'd come crawling back.
  • Disney: What?
  • DW: We knew if we made a perfect character for Elsa, you'd be begging for the rights.
  • Disney: Wait, how did you-
  • DW: We'll cut to the chase. I'm willing to hand over the rights to Jack Frost. Hell, I'm willing to hand over the rights to the whole ROTG franchise!
  • Disney: Really?
  • DW: For an exchange...
  • Disney: ...
  • DW: I want an apology.
  • Disney: But we didn't do anything!
  • DW: Then we don't have a deal.
  • Disney: Okay, okay...
  • DW: ...
  • Disney: We're...sorryforfuckingyouaround.
  • DW: What was that? Sorry, I didn't quite hear you.
  • Disney: *sigh* We're sorry!
  • DW: Tell me that again. There was some static, on the line...
  • Disney: OMG! We're. Sorry!
  • DW: One more time...
  • Disney: SORRY! WE'RE SORRY!
  • DW: Ah, the sweet smell of satisfaction...
  • Disney: ...
  • DW: Alright, we'll call you tomorrow. Sign the papers, hand you the rights, introduce you to the team, yadda yadda yadda...
  • Disney: ...thank you.

anonymous asked:

"quit it or i'll bite you" with brian/young k please 💛

All I could think of was Vampire!Young K omg I’m so sorry I’m such trash asdfghjkl;

“Quit it.” 

His voice made you jump when you heard it from the dark spot he was sitting upon his chair with his bass on his lap as he practiced.

You weren’t doing anything in particular annoy the vampire - at least you weren’t doing anything intentionally to annoy him. You were just bored as you wondered around his bedroom and played with things he had on his shelves, you wanted something to occupy you whilst you waited night to fall so you could go out with your boyfriend. 

He had promised you a date during the night when he refused to go out during the day because he didn’t particularly feel like having his powers taken from him that day. You understood his reasoning - kind of. You supposed that if your senses and such were as heightened as his then you’d be reluctant to give that up too, so you took his promise of a late night escapade.

“Quit what?” You questioned as you tugged out one of your earphones and turned to your beau with an eyebrow raised.

“Skipping songs on your playlist - it’s distracting me,” his hands stilled on his bass when he met your eyes, causing your thumb to halt over the skip button on your phone, “I can hear it, you know, so stop it.”

A slight pout slipped onto your lips and he gave you a smile for your compliance before going back to his bass. With nothing else to do you went over to his window and peeked through the curtains to see if the sun had set yet, when you saw that it hadn’t and was in the process of setting, you decided to stay in your spot and watch the sun go down.

You were content with staying as you were, much to Brian’s relief.

Up until the next song played and you didn’t feel like listening to it.





Suddenly the curtains were shut and your phone was no longer in your hand. You didn’t have time to register that though, you were too distracted by Brian spinning you around and pressing you against the wall beside the window, annoyance sparking in his eyes.

“Quit it or I’ll bite you,” his voice was low as he lowered his head to murmur the words in your ear, not missing how a shiver passed through your body when he leaned so close that his cheek was almost touching yours.

“You wouldn’t,” you challenged, words easily slipping from your lips because you knew all too well how he enjoyed it when you didn’t always follow what he wanted you to do.

However, something gave you a feeling that, perhaps, this was not a good idea this time. The feeling amplified tenfold when he pulled away slightly so you could see his face smirking at you and see him - God your knees almost gave out at the sight - draw his tongue over his lips.

He knew full well what he did to you and knew what effected you most, he reveled in the way your hands reached out to cling to him, he loved the way your eyes fluttered shut and he could hear your heart pick up pace when he brushed his lips ever so lightly against yours before pulling away.

You didn’t have time to complain about the tease because when you opened your mouth, you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you when his cold fingers made contact with you’re overly warm skin as he moved your hair away from your neck, you couldn’t help but tremble when you felt him lower his head to your neck then breathe right over your pulse and you couldn’t help but instinctively tilt your head to allow him easier access.

Damn him for being for being so intoxicating.

At your reactions you could hear the slight delight coloring his tone as he chuckled, “Wouldn’t I?” He paused to trace over the healed bite mark he left a few days prior with his icy fingertips. “You know I can never get enough of you, princess.”

anonymous asked:

Omg so I was watching this video on Instagram or twitter (I mean everyone posts the same thing) and it was a guy and a girl obviously dating. And one would say something along the lines "the floor is lava" and they would have to get somewhere off the floor. And I was like omg how cute would that be with Shawn. Imagine your at a q & a with him and you just whisper "sorry love, but the floor is lava." And just him freaking out like what. I'm shook now.


We did this when I just started Uni, then the older class would say it to us and we’d have to do it.

And I think in the beginning Shawn and you would just think it was fun, you know? And you’d do it like a day and then stop, but then you both became too competitive and neither of you wanted to be the one quitting, you know? So it would just start being all about how to humiliating each other as much as possibly or making the other one do it at the worst possible time, haha.

Imagine Shawn sneaking up behind you, when you’re talking to someone on the street and gently whisper in the your ear “oh, would you look at that. The floor is lava” or you’d suddenly while Shawn was filling gas on the car, roll down your window down with the biggest smile and just say “ey babe, I believe the floor is lava” and Shawn would just look at you so annoyed but not able to strangle his smile. “Hurry up, before you lose” “I’ll never lose this game” 

Or as you say in a Q&A you’d gently lean in and whisper it into his ear and Shawn would just look back at you “You cannot be serious” “Oh yes, yes I can” “Dammit”

And you would always look around for each other, when going into someone public because you knew it would come. 

anonymous asked:

It's mind-boggling that so many adaptations try to push the Benvolio/Rosaline pairing. We got After Juliet, Romeo's Ex, the 2013 film, and now Still Star-crossed.

I wonder why! After reading a summary on Goodreads, I found the love plot of Romeo’s Ex rather repetitive—a Capulet and a Montague who fall in love and try to end the feud? Isn’t that exactly what Shakespeare wrote in Romeo and Juliet? If we are to create a romantic relationship for Benvolio, I would rather he loved Mercutio. (I’m still waiting for a production that follows this text post.) As for Rosaline, I do like what the canon explicitly specifies: she does not want to have anything to do with men, so let her.

I have mixed feelings about Still Star-crossed. On the one hand, the diversity of the cast makes me very happy, and it was filmed quite near where I live! (I actually found out about it because a professor from the University of Salamanca mentioned it on his Facebook page.) On the other hand, I’m uncomfortable with the whole premise of the story. It revolves around the idea that the households did not cease the violence after Romeo and Juliet’s suicide. I’ve always thought, however, that the reconciliation of the families was pretty much the whole reason why the story was even told in the first place. If you look at the Prologue, Romeo and Juliet are first mentioned because they were the ones to stop the feud: ‘A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, / Whose misadventured piteous overthrows / Doth with their death bury their parents’ strife.’ A few lines later the same idea is repeated: ’… the continuance of their parents’ rage, / Which, but their children’s end, naught could remove.’

To me, the fact that their love defeated all the hate and violence of Verona is one of the reasons why their story is so powerful and worth telling. This is why I think the idea of Still Star-crossed demolishes Shakespeare’s play and takes away its beauty… if the households impassively continue to exert violence after their children kill themselves in a desperate attempt to escape from the feud, what is the point of their deaths? It becomes quite a desolate story, where nothing can stop tyranny and where not even ‘a glooming peace’ is brought by the morning. However, I think the play does suggest that Romeo and Juliet’s love can indeed overcome their households’ hate. This is why I’m not particularly fond of the plot of the show, not only because of the Rosaline/Benvolio pairing, but because it kind of makes Romeo and Juliet’s deaths pointless.

anonymous asked:

aah!!! this is my first time ever requesting a headcanon and im a little nervous ahah so im really sorry if your requests are suddenly closed or something haha but can you do a headcanon about credence being in a relationship with a reader who listens to heavy metal? ahh gosh this is really weird but i would really appreciate it if you would do it! I'm also sorry in advance if you aren't able to do it or this isnt just your type of thing :) i totally understand 💕

omg hi, babe, i know this is from forever ago, but i’m finally getting a chance to actually look at what’s been requested rip,, this isn’t weird at all, and i’m absolutely down to give this a crack!!

  • he’s taken with you when he first meets you but doesn’t know quite how to place what that means
  • you just have a quiet intensity that he can identify with and that he appreciates greatly
  • he tends to think of you in soft colors and loves how you make him feel that he doesn’t have to say anything if he doesn’t want to and that you’ll get him anyway
  • so imagine his shock when he hears your music through the wall, drumming causing the walls to rumble and bass causing the floor to pulse
  • not to mention the voices, so loud and present and unlike how you yourself are (or how you present yourself around him)
  • he isn’t quite sure what to make of it at first, since he’s just listening through the walls, but he wants to find out
  • after all, it’s you who’s listening, and at this point, he’s accepted his crush on you and knows he wants to Understand
  • he wonders if you’ll hear his knocking on your door over the music
  • you do
  • when you open the door, you smile in surprise at credence, and he hopes he hasn’t interrupted you or anything, but you just invite him in, so he supposes he hasn’t
  • he asks you about your music, so you explain to him
  • what it means to you, who your favorite bands are, who is currently playing, etc etc
  • credence finds that he doesn’t mind it so much now that he sees the light it puts in your eyes when you talk about it
  • he also admires your expression when you listen to it, how the music seems to take you over and it’s all you can pay attention to
  • he visits your room every day after that to talk to you about music and listen to whatever songs you recommend or put on
  • he especially likes when you explain why a certain song is important to you, since it often means you share a pretty private piece of yourself with him that most people don’t know
  • it makes him feel special
  • he also finds he especially likes the lyrics–they tend to have a weight to them that he really likes and feels give voice to some things he hadn’t been able to express
  • it’s during one of these Music Conversations that you admit your feelings to him, leaving him dumbfounded
  • but he’s sure to confess that the feeling is mutual
  • so music is really the thing that brought the two of you together, giving you a link and a means to express complex/heavy emotions that are hard to bring up casually
  • music was just how you two really got to know each other
  • so credence ends up having a soft spot in his heart for some heavy metal

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While I am fighting myself alone in my time, I find myself little by little, I erase you day by day.