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anonymous asked:

do it kat. write that narukono time travel fix-it. drag us farther into hell.

*dumps this in front of you as a distraction/tribute*


Naruto is pretty sure he has a crush.

It is absolutely, definitely not on any of the many assorted women Jiraiya has dragged him to meet in the name of information gathering, even though he’s sure they’re perfectly nice ladies. But he’s seen Jiraiya disappear into their brothels a few too many times for comfort, and even when the pervert tries to hint that he should take one of them up on their offers to make him a man Naruto just plays dumb.

It’s kind of insulting that Jiraiya always buys it. Naruto might think at things differently, but that doesn’t make him stupid.

He’s also not a perv like Jiraiya, so there’s that, too.

But, the last few times Jiraiya has been otherwise occupied for the night—which usually means Naruto will actually be left to his own devices for the next week or so, until Jiraiya has burned through all of his cash and whatever he can bum off of Naruto—he’s ended up talking to the same stranger. Never at the same place twice, but—randomly. By the river washing clothes, or in the market buying dinner, or at a ramen stand that’s almost as good as old man Teuchi’s, or at the best camping spot along the road.

After the third time, Naruto thinks about being suspicious. He and Jiraiya are hardly falling a set path, after all, and to keep bumping into the same stranger—that probably means something. But—

But he’s nice.

It probably says a lot, that Naruto is still so unused to people showing him any sort of kindness at all.

“You must have been training pretty hard,” the man says, the first time they talk. He’s eyeing Naruto’s scorched, battered clothes with something that might even be respect, and he meets Naruto’s startled look with a smile as he tugs the blue scarf from around his neck.

“Uh, I try my best!” Naruto says, offering him a smile in return even as he rubs the back of his head a bit sheepishly. His clothes are in a pretty horrible state; Naruto isn’t sure he’s going to be able to patch them enough to wear, though Jiraiya probably won’t notice either way. He might even start campaigning for Naruto to switch to being a girl again so they can travel that way. It’s not that Naruto minds being a girl, but he doesn’t want to play eye-candy for his perv of a godfather. That’s just creepy.

“I could use some practice, if you want to spar,” the man offers. He grins, and adds, “I’m Kono—uh. I’m Konomaru!”

Well, that was…suspicious. Naruto eyes him for a second, but when he doesn’t sprout tentacles and fangs or start monologuing, he figures the guy is probably okay. He’s not getting any weird vibes off of him, at least, and Naruto even gets those off Jiraiya, as fond as he is of the pervert.

“Nice to meet you!” he answers cheerfully. “I’m Naruto!” Jiraiya’s drilled him on not offering a last name—or his status as a jinchuuriki, but Naruto would hardly tell anyone that willingly under pain of death—while they’re nominally laying low, so he doesn’t immediately announce his dream, either. No need to connect all the pieces for him if this guy is an enemy.

But, when he glances up, there’s no sign of villainous posturing about to start. Instead Konomaru is smiling, gentle and almost fond as he looks at Naruto, and—

It’s really not a way anyone has ever looked at Naruto before. Not even Iruka looks at him quite like that.

A little flustered, he ducks his head, pulling his black t-shirt off and dumping it with the rest of his things to be washed.

Konomaru promptly makes a noise like he’s choking on his tongue.

“You okay?” Naruto asks cautiously, watching him cough and turn red.

“Yep!” the man squeaks, in a pitch way higher than any Naruto has heard since Kiba hit puberty. He fans his red face with one hand, still coughing. “Sorry, uh, water. Went down the wrong way.”

Naruto’s fairly certain he wasn’t drinking, but he just shrugs and goes back to his clothes, debating whether to get his needle and thread first or just wash them. Probably better to see if they can be salvaged at all first.

“Are you a ninja too, then?” he asks, digging through his pack. He’s getting low on thread, but given how ripped his jacket is from the last time he experimented with the Rasengan, it’s not going to matter.

“I am!” Konomaru sounds a lot cheerier. “I even made jounin at seventeen!”

He’s probably a bit over that now, Naruto thinks. Nineteen, maybe? “That’s awesome,” he agrees, grinning up at the man. “I’m going to make jounin soon too, believe it!”

“I’m absolutely sure you will,” Konomaru says, giving him that smile again.

They never get that spar, since Jiraiya ends up getting kicked out of town for propositioning the headman’s wife while drunk, but they talk the next few times they run into each other. Each meeting is a few weeks apart, in different villages, but it’s clear they’re both traveling and Konomaru is delighted to see him every time.

It makes something warm twist in Naruto’s stomach, and…it’s not the loud-bright pay attention to me that Naruto felt about Sakura. It’s a little quieter, a little sharper, and sometimes when it’s dark he lies awake in his bedroll and just…thinks about Konomaru.

It’s probably definitely a crush.

“You know,” Konomaru says one night as they’re setting up camp together, Jiraiya back in the town and water for ramen waiting to be boiled. (It’s Konomaru’s favorite food too, and Naruto thinks that just makes him even more awesome.) “You said you’re training with a master, but…I haven’t seen him around.”

“He’s busy,” Naruto says, and keeps it cheerful through long practice lying about things like that. It’s not precisely a lie, because Jiraiya is busy, and he’s definitely doing important work, but—

Naruto just wishes that sometimes their training was more than just being told what to do before Jiraiya disappears again.

When he glances up, Konomaru is looking away, scratching at his cheek with a slightly uncertain expression. He swallows nervously, glancing at Naruto and then away again, and says abruptly, “My—my name’s actually Konohamaru. Sarutobi Konohamaru.”

Naruto blinks. He takes in the familiar blue scarf, the faint flush, the face stripped of its baby fat, and—

“Like—like my Konohamaru?” Naruto asks disbelievingly.

Konohamaru flushes further, ducking down to hide the bottom of his face in his scarf. “I time-traveled to save you,” he blurts. “And—and I’m going to help you save the world and then I’m going to save you because—because you’re Boss and you’re my rival and definitely have to make it to Hokage again so I can beat you…” He trails off, his face as red as the Hokage’s robes, and makes a noise of despair. “Oh gods, I screwed it up, that was supposed to sound cool and I totally failed, Boss, I’m so sorry but you’re so cute like this!”

Naruto is still kind of stuck on the time-travel and save the world parts.

And the cute part. Definitely that.

But—

But that’s definitely Konohamaru, loudly berating himself for being so uncool, and Naruto can’t help but laugh. Konohamaru glances up at him warily, like he’s just waiting for Naruto to take off running, but Naruto just offers him a smile.

“So where do we start?” he asks cheerfully.

Konohamaru’s face screws up like he’s about to cry, jounin or not, and he throws himself across the space between them to slam into Naruto’s chest, wrapping his arms around his waist and wailing, “Boss is still definitely the coolest!”

There’s heat creeping up Naruto’s cheeks, but he just swallows and ignores it, patting Konohamaru on the head. “Saving the world?” he prompts.

Konohamaru brightens. “I have a list!” he says proudly.

He does indeed have a list. And it starts with tracking down another jinchuuriki and learning how to make friends with the Kyuubi.

Naruto definitely gets the feeling that he’s not going to be bored again for a very long time.


(They leave Jiraiya a note. Naruto almost feels bad for that. But definitely not enough to change his mind.)

ghostofghostspast  asked:

Okay so kinda an odd request: could you maybe draw Faeb, or someone else, with a lazy eye??? I've had a lazy eye my entire life (actually I have two but that's besides the point) and it just struck me a couple weeks ago how incredible it'd be to see Faeb with a lazy eye. I basically never see anything about lazy eyes in Media or art so I just thought it'd be cool, but I understand if you're busy. I love your art, keep being awesome :)

I would love to do that. My older sister deals with this, too. It gets more noticeable the more fatigued she gets. And you’re right, you don’t see a lot of this in media. I researched some examples of the condition and I was surprised to see how many celebrities deal with it, too. So, I hope I did her justice for you. I think she’s pretty dang cute. :)

Vampire hunter/Vampire AU Rhack..!

Woo! Glad I got to finish this before Halloween ended haha. I wish I could color this too but I just don’t have the time. :’( October has been an especially busy month for me.

This drawing is a small thank-you gift to all the rhack fan-artists and fanfic writers who shared amazing stories, artworks, and ideas with everyone else.

Since I’ve understood the charm of Borderlands and rhack beginning of this year (2016), going through your works after a tough day has been one of the most enjoyable experiences I’ve had (and still continues to be! :D 

Thank you for being awesome and I hope you all have a great Halloween!!

anonymous asked:

Hi hi! First, you are amazing and so is your blog! Second, could you give me a run down on the Drarry fic Turn? Is it worth the read? What's it about? Is it super angsty? Thank you!! Keep on being awesome xx

Oh gosh this is so sweet, thank you so much! ALSO YES I WOULD BE VERY HAPPY TO GIVE YOU A RUN DOWN ON MY #1 FAVORITE FIC TURN

(beware, you have now unleashed the ranty beast)

Turn by Sara’s Girl might seem daunting at its 300k+ words, but let me tell you, you won’t even notice because you’ll be too busy praying for it to never ever end. It has a plot line that will make itself visible quite early on, so you won’t feel that “how the hell is this fic going to be 300k what’s even going to happen??” feeling that at least I tend to feel when I go into the long fics. Also, the pacing is on point. So don’t let the length scare you off!

What is it about then? The fic summary “One good turn always deserves another. Apparently”, while fitting, is woefully vague. So, a longer one:

The story starts a few months after the epilogue (yes, Turn is epilogue-compliant, but again, trust me on this one) with Harry having hit a bit of a rut in his life; he’s going through the motions, doesn’t like his job, his marriage isn’t what it should be, and he’s wondering “what if?”. What if he had done things differently in the past? What if he had gone back for Draco Malfoy after the Sectumsempra incident and apologized? Offered to help him out of his impossible situation? What would life have been like then?

And then, of course, Harry wakes up the next day in a parallel universe in which he did save Draco. It also turns out that they’ve been together for the past 18 or so years. Cue the shock. And confusion. And… excitement…

Angsty? I wouldn’t pin it down as an angsty fic, but sure, there are definitely moments that will make you cry. A lot, if you’re like me. In fact, it broke my heart and stomped on it. But the overall feeling is hope, warmth, humor, and lots of love. You’ll be laughing through your tears half the time!

Turn also has:

• the most wonderfully written Blaise in existence
• (side-pairing Blaise/Ginny is amaze you will ship this one so harddd)
• Harry’s snake Frank who is more narcissistic & melodramatic than Draco
• amazinggg original characters (Maura!)
• a LOVELY Romione they are both so well-written in this and their relationship is loving and beautiful. their friendship with Harry is A++
• no Ginny bashing whatsoever in fact she’s all kinds of great in this
• LUCIUS MALFOY SINGING CELESTINA WARBECK
• rlly good next gen
• excellent character development & personal growth
• cracktastic humor
• SO MUCH PINING
• my favorite Draco ever
• my favorite Harry ever
• all the feels
• such good writing I can’t

More than anything, it’s just such an inspirational story, you know? If you’ve ever been in that stage in your life when you don’t know what the hell you’re doing with yourself, this fic will speak to you. It does to me. Harry goes on an amazing journey in it and we’re so lucky to be allowed to join him. It’s like, if Harry can do it, if he can fight for his happiness like this, we all can

TL;DR: Turn is 1100% worth the read! GO READ IT NOWWW

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Argh I am SO CLOSE to finishing this asshole, and then I went and dropped him and the tip of one of his horns broke off and I lost it in the carpet. >_< So I had to re-sculpt it from Milliput, bleh, which is why one of his horns has a white tip in these photos. 

I’m still not happy with the back of the cloak, either - it just looks too busy to me, but pretty much everyone who’s seen it has said it’s awesome, so idk, maybe it’s just me being my own worst critic as usual or something. 

Still gotta finish his base and actually glue all his bits on (they’re just blu-tac’d atm until I figure out if I’m gonna do anything else with the cloak), decide whether or not I want to do any freehand on the inside corners of his cloak, and touch up a few things. So close to done but also so out of steam, hnngh help.

Lazy (Jack x Reader)

Character: Sean McLoughlin (Jacksepticeye)

Fandom: Jacksepticeye/Youtubers

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Fluff

Title: Lazy


A/N: Ever since I finished watching Jack’s gameplay of The Last Guardian, I’ve been really wanting to write a fluffy imagine of him. Which also explains that the game appears in here because all of it is giving me the feels. Enjoy! <3


Summary: Y/N is feeling extremely lazy, but when her boyfriend Jack calls her from downstairs and asks her to hang out the evening changes. 


“Y/N!” Jack called me from downstairs.

I rolled over in the bed and yawned before answering. I was feeling way too lazy, which I blamed on the almost nap I took. I would have fallen asleep gladly, but I just couldn’t and so I ended up just lying down and feeling the laziest.

He knew I was awake because he checked on me from time to time, and I complained to him that I couldn’t fall asleep.

“What?” I shouted back at him.

“Wanna come down and hang out?” Sean asked me, to which I groaned to myself.

Of course I wanted to hang out with him, it was the best thing to do! But go down? Actually stand up and walk? Ugh.

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The Joker x Reader - “Note to Batsy”

From time to time The Joker likes to light up a Batsy signal and bless Gotham’s vigilante with random handwritten messages. Bruce Wayne keeps them all, hoping that one of these days he’ll find something useful that will get Mister J busted for good. So far, no luck: even if the papers have fingerprints all over, there is never a match.

Here is the latest letter Batsy just found on top of the tallest building in Gotham:

NOTE TO BATSY

- I really wanna show you my kid; I have to admit me and Y/N made a very cute baby thanks to my awesome genes and her beauty. Maybe afterwards we can go for a drink. Wait, she’ll kill me if I go drinking and take the baby (don’t read this part, nobody can kill me). But anyway, if we end up going with the kid, don’t be a snitch and tell on me T___T

Wow, what an entitled prick! Bruce thinks, continuing to read. I am not a snitch!

- My Queen has a complaint: when she busted me out of Arkham last week, she noticed that the new straitjacket is a darker gray than the old one. Y/N said it doesn’t go well with my blue eyes, but the previous model did. I’m pretty sure I’ll end up there again so can you tell those guys to switch back to what they use to have? I don’t want my girl upset over such a trivial thing. She absolutely hates it when an outfit doesn’t match my eyes.

- I think I “accidentally” (Ha!Ha!Ha!) blew up your Batmobile today. I have a new grenade launcher I wanted to test, saw your car and Kaboom! But I think nothing happened to it; seemed alright afterwards except the two cracked windows, one flat tire and a bunch of scratches. So if you were wondering who did that, it was me. Were you inside? If you were, that was pretty cool, huh? You’re welcome.

That insane lunatic, it was him! Batsy huffs, annoyed. He had his suspicions.

- We have Commissar Gordon. I really wanted to kill him but Y/N likes him for some reason. Hold on…We had Commissar Gordon, my Kitten set him free like…5 minutes ago, she just told me. My God, do you ever have problems with your woman?! My Queen does what she pleases and she gets on my nerves sometimes. Any advice? Don’t read that, I don’t need advice from you.

- Can you be more careful when you chase us? Two nights ago we had a date and you almost ruined it. I had to take a sharp turn on 84th and Glisson St., she clenched to my arm so hard she broke a nail. A NAIL! My Doll hates breaking nails! I had to hear about it since. Can you be more considerate?! Pay attention to what you’re doing, man! If this happens again I will send my Pumpkin to you and see how you like to hear about it 24/7. Yes, this is a threat.

I don’t think you want to deal with her, she’s a tough little cookie. OMG, I love cookies and we just run out of the dark chocolate chip ones. If we meet for that drink so you can see the baby, can you bring me some? All my henchmen are away with business -see? I keep you busy, you’re welcome – and I am too important to go get that myself. And I can’t send my Princess; if she breaks another nail I’m screwed.

What the hell is he ranting about?! Bruce squints his eyes because he already forgot what the paragraph was about. He reads the last part again and sighs: Definitely needs some strong medications…

- Y/N wants to have at least 3 more kids.  AT LEAST THREE!!! Aren’t you happy there will be more like me around? I think it’s awesome - you’re welcome. I am tired from being a dad but I manage, I’m not The Joker for nothing.

- Oh, this is my request: next time I end up in Arkham I want to be in a glass cell. Why the hell did they put me behind brick walls last time?! How is everyone supposed to enjoy my handsomeness and breathtaking personality if they don’t see or hear me?! I bet the ladies were upset. Don’t tell my Queen though; she gets really jealous when other girls look my way. But how could I help it? I am just God’s gift to humanity – you’re welcome again by the way.

- I have to cut it short now, the baby’s crying and I am on dad duty at the penthouse because Y/N is breaking into Gotham Bank to steal some diamonds she wants badly. By the time you read this it should all be done with. Let me know when you wanna see my kid.

Another memorable note, Batsy concludes, folding the paper and placing it inside his belt. But I kind of want to see the baby…

Also read- MASTERLIST:

http://diyunho.tumblr.com/post/153664676321/joker-x-reader-masterlist

anonymous asked:

Hello there! I have a question on GDV for dogs. I saw an ep from Dr. Pol and My Life is a Zoo and they sort of deflated a bloated cow's stomach by poking it with a needle and then suturing the stomach in place. I am wondering why the same cannot be done for dogs, will their tummy explode and cause sepsis? is it because the cows tummy is thicker or something? Thanks for being an awesome person behind an awesome blog and I looooved the werewolf post. Feel free to skip the query, if you're too busy

Just FYI, Dr Pol is widely considered to be a poor ambassador for veterinary medicine, so don’t take anything from that show as best practice medicine. Folks on private vet forums frequently lament the poor way things are done, and I understand there has been some straight up malpractice. Ant vet that claims animals don’t feel pain like we do should not be practicing in my opinion and I would prefer to distance myself from them as far as possible. Read more here if you want to get angry today, but I would advise you to stay away from the comments for your own sanity.

GDV in dogs, gastric dilatation volvulus, is often called bloat, but it’s more than just bloating. It’s the volvulus part that’s important. That means the stomach twists on itself, cutting off its own blood supply and compressing venous return to the heart.

(Diagram from here)

You can stab a needle in there to take off some pressure, but you run the risk of rupturing the stomach and you still need to surgically de-rotate the stomach in order to save the dog. Assuming enough of the stomach wall is still viable in the first place.

Bloat is cattle is just a huge gas and foam distension of the rumen, preventing the cow from burping out that gas. The distended rumen can still kill the cow by restricting respiration and venous return of blood to the heart.

(Diagram source)

In this case the rumen hasn’t moved. You can basically deflate it, treat the cause of the bloat, and get on with life. This is often done by stabbing the cow as politely as possible, you can stitch her up later. Cows are tough.

Although they’re often both called bloat, they’re quite different conditions. The equivalent of GDV in a cow is a displaced abomasum, You can read more detail here, but basically the abomasum is the ‘true’ stomach, the part that actually produces acid, and it can be displaced to the left or right side. Displacing to the right is less common, but more urgent, and must be treated surgically.

Picture Perfect - Part 3 (Final)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,719

Summary: The reader tries to convince Dean to be her fake fiance, so she can impress her boss and get a promotion.

Part 1 Part 2


“What the hell?” You mumble to yourself as you sit up in bed.

How did you get in here?

The last thing you remember is drunkenly eating omelets with Dean and then watching TV on the couch.

You lazily stand up and stretch before walking into the living room.

Hmmm. Dean isn’t here.

You remember that Sam was supposed to pick him up last night. That must be what happened.

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What I would love to see out of a redemption arc in Episode VIII and IX

I think I may have mentioned in my introductory post that I’m a mother of a large family. Six kids, five of them boys. And my little boys love Kylo Ren. I mean really love him. This morning on the way to church my five year old was insisting that his Kylo Tsum Tsum come with him and ride in his pocket.

So I realize that at least one reason that I would love to see a redemption arc is how amazing would it be for a badass villain to redeem himself and become just as badass for the forces of good? Because I think it would be really cool for my children, especially my little boys who love Kylo Ren and Darth Vader to see the cool bad guy become a cool good guy. I don’t want them to see evil as cool. Snoke is evil. Snoke is not cool. I want them to see that all of the things that make Vader and Kylo cool, all of that power, can be directed to something better than the tyrannical whims of creepy old dudes. 

But the other reason I would love a redemption arc is because of the possibilities for romantic Reylo. Yes, Rey could experience sexual attraction even to an unredeemed Kylo, and I love a lot of the fanfics that explore that, but outright love of the lasting sort has to be based on mutual understanding and respect. I can’t see that without a redemption arc for Kylo/Ben. 

But what I find really cool, and I hope happens, and I hope doesn’t get screwed up, is the possibility for the one of the best examples of a positive vision of romance since The Incredibles. 

Stay with me here.

The Incredibles is one of the best movies about marriage ever. You have an amazing romance between two super-powered people. Neither needs the other. Elastigirl didn’t need a husband to provide for her. Mr. Incredible was probably perfectly able to take care of himself, or at least use restaurants and drycleaners. Look at their mottoes. Mr Incredible says it repeatedly: “I work alone.” Elastigirl is a strong confident woman who can save the world without help, thank you very much.

Originally posted by profeminist

But then the avalanche of lawsuits drives the pair into living out their “secret identities as their only identities” and it fits them like a badly cut suit. Helen Parr was never meant to be a housewife. Bob Parr was never meant to be a wage slave in Cubeville. More importantly, neither was ever meant to live an utterly separate life from the other. Helen would not have been any happier if she had a “meaningful career”. She and Bob had met and fell in love as super heroes. They both were meant to battle evil. But neither had come to terms with what it meant to do so as husband and wife. 

Enter a whole lotta plot. It takes most of the movie for them to figure out that their family is more than the sum of their parts. The complementarity that has been clear to the audience from the beginning finally starts to become apparent to the Parrs as they reach the climax of the story.

Bob is preparing to fight Syndrome and the Omnidroid. He tries to keep Helen and the kids out of the fight. Helen is justifiably upset. 

Elastigirl: While what? I watch helplessly from the sidelines? I don’t think so.

Mr. Incredible: I’m asking you to wait with the kids.

Elastigirl: And I’m telling you, not a chance. You’re my husband, I’m with you - for better or worse.

Mr. Incredible: I have to do this alone.

Elastigirl: What is this to you? Playtime?

Mr. Incredible: No.

Elastigirl: So you can be Mr. Incredible again?

Mr. Incredible: No!

Elastigirl: Then what? What is it?

Mr. Incredible: I’m not…

Elastigirl: Not what?

Mr. Incredible: Not… I’m not strong enough.

Elastigirl: Strong enough? And this will make you stronger?

Mr. Incredible: Yes. No!

Elastigirl: That’s what this is? Some sort of work out?

And then Bob responds with unexpected vulnerability.

And this is the lovely moment where Helen replies that if they work together, he won’t have to be strong enough to face losing her.

This is what marriage is supposed to be. Two people with different but complementary strengths forming a union where they work together toward a common goal. It’s amazing that an animated film got marriage right where so many live action films can’t even come close.

Back to Rey and Kylo/Ben.

I love the idea of romantic Reylo because it has the potential to have a dynamic as good as Bob and Helen Parr. They’re both super-powered. They have a remarkable degree of complementarity in their talents (at least from the little we’ve gleaned on EA game leaks and inference from Rey’s latent abilities). Tell me they would be awesome to see battling together on the same team. And that only happens if there’s a redemption arc. 

Eros is powerful thing, but it generally isn’t lauded for its salvific qualities. If Ben is brought back from the dark side and finds balance, its going to be through the compassion and vulnerability of something deeper. Don’t get me wrong, I want the attraction as well, but the friendship (philia), the affection (storge), the selfless love (agape) also need to be there. So whatever would be present would actually be a much better, fuller romance than the previous Star Wars romances.

Look at Anidala. I love them. I really do. But they were a trainwreck. There was mutual attraction aplenty, and some real affection, but there was no common ground on which to form friendship. (Quick clarification: friends share common interests. Familial relationships can survive on long acquaintance, and this is why we still love some friends even after we lose common interests. They have become like family, who we love even when we don’t like them.) 

Han and Leia were a different kind of trainwreck. Again, mutual attraction. And so long as they had the Rebellion, they had common ground. But the end of the war brought that common ground to an end. Leia put the Republic before everything, including her family. Han was home more than he would have been otherwise, but he was still away a lot. They just didn’t have a common life. And Ben suffers for that. Neither parent is really there for him when he needs it. 

Reylo could be something really different. Not just a romance, but a romance between equals who understand each other completely, and who are united by common talents in a common cause. They could be like Mr Incredible and Elastigirl, working better as a couple than they could as individuals, and better as a family then they could as a couple. Because with their common history of isolation, neither would want their children to have absentee parents. Working a “family business” as magic space knights might actually be a possibility where self-actualization is not achieved at the detriment of family but instead enhances the family. 

Am I being too optimistic? Probably. But if Pixar can pull it off, I see no reason why LucasFilm couldn’t.

But there you are. Why I really want a redemption arc to be part of the endgame. Because I want my little boys to see a cool bad guy turn into an equally cool good guy and see that it’s not the evil that’s awesome, it’s the power that is so much better when it’s in service to something worthy. Because I don’t want Rey to be stuck in the role of striking down the bad guy (at least, not the relatable bad guy) when she could be showing that real power doesn’t come from a magic sword, but from compassion and courage, qualities that aren’t restricted to magic space knights. And because if romantic Reylo is a thing, it could be the most positive and balanced relationship I’ve seen on screen since The Incredibles. The potential is there. I’m hoping those involved in creating this see that same potential. 

My Brother’s Best Friend! (Brendon Urie/Josh Dun Imagine)

Originally posted by britishwantingcanadian

Requested by anon! 

Sigh, I don’t even know what the hell the time is right now, but according to my clock that is currently sitting on my nightstand it is a quarter passed (Y/N) go to sleep already!!
But unfortunately, that is pretty much mission impossible for me at the moment.
You want to know why? Well, you probably don’t, in fact you probably have something much more better to do than to hear me bitch about this amazingly gorgeous rock star that is sleeping under the same roof as me as we speak, and how I am going completely nuts because I have feelings for him, strong feelings actually, I mean why even try to hide it right?
You know what? I apologize, but I’m gonna go ahead and ramble on anyway, because obviously keeping all of this bottled up inside of me and tossing and turning like a idiot in bed clearly isn’t helping me in this situation.

Alright, where do I even begin? I guess I’ll start off with his name, which would be the obvious thing to do….
His name is Brendon, that’s right, I’m talking about THE Brendon Urie from Panic! At the Disco! One of the most awesome bands in the world which is also personally my number one favourite, I can assure anybody that I know every single song of theirs by heart.
And now that his awesome name is out there in the open, I’m pretty certain absolutely NOBODY can blame me for feeling this way.

Now you might be wondering how someone as sexy, funny, and down to Earth guy as Brendon is in my house…just down the hall from my bedroom may I quickly add…
The answer to that question is quite simple, when you have a rock star BROTHER who so happens to be a world famous drummer for an amazing band called 21 Pilots, it’s pretty much easy to meet very important and amazing people.
And the way I met this very important man, I will truly never forget…
I feel like it was only yesterday when Josh, whom I like to consider more of my twin than my older brother because we are too much alike, came home from his big tour with Tyler, that featured Brendon’s band….

*FLASHBACK*

I had gotten a call the previous night from Tyler saying that they were on their way home, that they did their very last show from their almost year long tour and it was the biggest one yet, and as always he started going into detail with me about how epic it was, I swear I consider Tyler to be the second brother that I always wanted, well he sure as hell acts like it overall but I actually love it, he’s more understanding than Josh that’s for sure, Josh could get so overprotective with me almost all the time and it really gets under my skin.
Although I couldn’t help but feel so much excitment in hearing the awesome news, lord knows I almost never get to see these guys, sure sometimes they would take me to their shows and I would watch them in action from back stage, but that’s only if they’re playing in our hometown, I often wish that I could go on tour with them, just being able to go to different cities all around the world sounds like the biggest dream come true, but unfortunately with Josh I would not have the greatest time anyway.
He would be too busy the entire time watching out for boys talking to me and trying to get me to go out with them, and telling them “Hey, take your peverted ass somewhere else!”

Don’t get me wrong now, I love my blood so much, I would actually take a bullet for that guy, but sometimes I just seriously want to kick him in the balls so hard that he ends up turning into my sister.
Anyways, I don’t want to waste too much time just ranting about him, let me cut to when I actually got the honor to meet Brendon.
The time was approximately four thirty in the morning when I heard the loud knocking on my front door, no joke I jumped out of bed even though I was deeply half asleep and pretty much stumbled everywhere as if I had one too many, including being the clutz that I was born to be and hitting my face on the doorframe like an idiot.
Thankfully that helped me fully wake up though and I made it down the stairs without getting badly injured.
“Oh my God Joshy!! I missed you!!” I squealed as I ran to the door, but when I opened it, the man standing on the other side was certainly not my bro…
“Hi there.” Brendon nicely greeted as soon as his eyes caught sight of me, standing with his luggages beside him.

I cannot even begin to describe how heavenly he looked, the way he was standing perfectly tall, enough to make my neck hurt from looking up so much.
And also the sexy scent of that cologne of his he was giving off, not to mention his forehead, I know a lot of people make fun of it but I actually find it to be cute and it was a hell of a lot cuter in person.
He was dressed pretty casual of course but he still looked stunning in my eyes.
At this point I really couldn’t tell if I was dreaming or not, but I must’ve had a stupid look upon my face because I instantely snapped myself back into reality at the sound of a chuckle comming out of him.

“Um…(Y/N)? Right?” He asked with an adorable smile.
“What? OH! Yeah yeah, that’s me, wow…holy shit…Brendon Urie?!…Uh I’m so sorry if this sounds rude but what the hell are YOU doing here?!” I asked, a huge grin appearing on me.
“Hahaha, I’m guessing your brother didn’t tell you?”
“Tell me what?” I quizzed, but before he could answer Josh came into the picture.
“(Y/N)!! Hey!” He cheered, but I was too concentrated on the angel standing in front of me to even pay attention.
“Well shit…” I heard him mutter and once again, I snapped myself back into reality.
“Hm? Oh crap!! Josh!!”
“Yeah that’s more like it!” He exclaims with slight laugter as I give him a huge hug.
“I missed you bro!”
“Missed you too brat, I see you’ve met Brendon.”
Once again my eyes land on him and this time I try my best not to allow myself be hypnotized by his radiant beauty.

“Yeah….w-we met…hi again Brendon.” I beamed.
“Hi again (Y/N).” He played along.
“Yeah my bud here is gonna be staying with us for a few weeks before he flies out for his next performance.”
“I’m sorry did….did you just use stay here and weeks in the same sentence?” I asked, feeling like I was gonna have a heart attack right then and there.
“Yes, I did, whyyy?” Josh pressed in a radther curious tone.
I rolled my eyes and punched his arm…
“Dude! What do you mean why?! You know how much of a fan I am of this guy!” I squealed, smacking my hands together for a happy clap.
“Are you really?” Brendon chimed in.
“Hell yeah! I especially loved you as a demon for that one music video for Emperor’s New Clothes!! Seriously bravo! That’s like one of my all time favourite Panic songs! How does it go again? Oh yeah! I’m taking back the croowwwwn!!” I began to sing, I was about to stop immediately in fear of looking stupid in front of my favourite singer of all time, but to my shocking, tit twitching surprise, he actually sang along with me….
“I’m all dressed up and naked!! I see what’s mine and take it!!”
“Finders keepers!! Losers weepers!!” I playfully add.
“Oooooohh yeaaaah!!” He sang loudly, causing my mouth to drop, his voice honestly sounds ten times more beautiful up close in person.

I couldn’t even sing along anymore…
Josh had to go ahead and ruin everything though by interrupting him with a pat on the shoulder.
“Hey man, first of all it’s late and I have neighbors, second, you just came from doing a night long performance you should be on vocal rest.”
“Fun sucker.” I glared, earning myself his middle finger.
“Right, sorry bro.” Brendon sweetly apologized, shyly looking down and I could’ve sworn his eyes looked back up to stare at me for a couple of minutes, although it was a little dark to tell.
But seriously from that little moment we had, I could tell that having him under my roof for the next couple of weeks was going to be awesome.
“So (Y/N), I’m gonna help him carry his stuff in, you prepare the guest bedroom. We are gonna catch up on as much sleep as possible.”
“Sure thing.” I assured, running upstairs to clean up a little in the room Brendon was going to be sleeping in.
Only moments later as I was still doing that, I heard footsteps comming down the hallway.
I was done preparing the room anyway so I stepped out, only to be a clutz again and bump into Brendon, causing him to drop his stuff and make a loud noise.
“Shit! Brendon I am so so sorry, ugh why does that always have to happen to me?” I whined.
“It’s okay don’t worry about it, it’s not like you meant to do that…right?”
“Of course!” I promised, helping him bring everything inside.

“(Y/N) did you kill Brendon?!” Josh called out from the living room.
“Ha ha dumbass.” I huffed, rolling my eyes once more.
“You guys are pretty funny.” He complimented.
“Not even, just natrual brother sister crap.”
“Right. You know Josh has shown me a lot of pictures of you during tour.”
“Oh God don’t tell me he showed you the one where I had chicken pox and he played connect the dots with me…” I pleaded, genuine fear evident in my face.
“Um….no…more recent ones like from your instagram.”
“Oh…” Was all I could manage to say, way to go (Y/N)…
“Did he really?”
“Yeah, I can tell you guys have a really close relationship, I think that’s pretty cool, and he also told me that you want to be a singer?”
I felt my cheeks go red in less than a second at the mention of my life’s dream…
“He’s such a big mouth, but yes…I do want to be a singer, him and Tyler have inspired me a lot to just go out there and show the world my talent. I never thought that these guys would be as big as they are now, it still shocks me.”

“Oh yeah they’re truly amazing, but I bet you are too, I would love to hear you sometime.”
“Well…technically you just did, like a minute ago downstairs.” I pointed with my thumb behind me.
“True but you really held back, I want to hear you go all out.”
I couldn’t help but smile a little at his sweetness, especially because he kept smiling himself everytime he got a sentence out to me.
“R-Really?…”
“Of course.”
Just then Josh came inside with the last of his luggage.
“Alright man here are the rest of your things, you know how the saying goes, mi casa su casa, so make yourself comfortable and have a good sleep, (Y/N), quit bothering him and get your butt to sleep too, you’re starting to get crow’s feet as we speak.”
“Shut it asshole!” I glared at him again, back handing his stomach.
“Hehe it’s okay man she’s not bothering me at all, in fact you interrupted our nice conversation.” Brendon playfully stated.
“Hey now I’m just trying to save you from having nightmares.” Josh said, motioning to me, and I gave him an even harder smack for that.
“Ow!”

“Don’t be mean to your sister.” He tells him.
“Yeah don’t be mean to your sister!” I gladly repeated.
“You know that I’m just joking (Y/N), don’t start getting all sensitive on me now, besides, I really did miss you brat.” He says, side hugging me and roughing up my already messy hair.
“I missed you too idiot.” I assured, fully hugging him this time.
“Good, well my ass is gonna go to bed now I’m tired as hell, you guys have a good night.” Joshua yawned, waving goodbye at both of us.
“Goodnight, and thanks again for letting me crash here man, although I could’ve just stayed at a hotel or something.” Brendon pointed out, high fiving my brother.
“Dude no, I wasn’t gonna let you do that, and no need to thank me I’m happy to open my doors for you.”
So am I brother….so am I….
Brendon thanked him once more before he finally left us alone again.

For a minute I began to picture this moment  like those sappy love movie scenes where as soon as the two people who are secretly in love with each other are alone again, they start making out like crazy and even start to take each other’s clothes off.
I know I sound completely insane because him and I had literally just met moments ago but hey now, a girl can still fantasize all she wants.
But I should really get to my room before I jump on him without me even knowing it.
“Okay uh…I should go back to sleep now so, yeah have a good night, and it was really nice meeting you Brendon.” I said, taking steps towards the open door.
“Wait!” He quickly called out, and of course I turned around to face him.
“What’s up?”
“Are you gonna keep your promise?”
“Hm? What promise?” I slightly laugh.
“That you’re going to sing for me.” He smirks, good lord, smirking really suits him well.
“Hold up, I never once said I promise to sing for you.”
“Now you did.” He grinned like the devil himself.

My mouth almost literally dropped to the floor, wow, he’s good I must say…
“Smooth.” I compliment with squinted eyes.
All he did was chuckle in response and finished with a…
“Goodnight (Y/N)…”
I don’t know if it’s just me but it seems to me like he loves to say my name a lot.
“Night Brendon, oh and I’m sorry I so don’t look like my instagram pictures right now.” I tell him, seriously if you could see just how much of a wreck I looked that night, it just makes me want to facepalm myself a thousand times.
“It’s okay, you actually look better.”
I couldn’t find the right words to say to him other than a simple thank you, his words really touched me and made me feel major butterflies form in my tummy, was he really flirting with me? Was all I could think of over and over.
Obviously it was extremely hard for me to believe because of who he is, I mean sure I’m Joshua Dun’s younger sister, but that’s it.
“Are you joking?” I accidently blurted out, but then I was happy to have asked that because of his answer…
“Not at all, you’re prettier in person, trust me.”

“Well…wow thanks that’s really sweet of you…”
“What can I say? I’m a really honest guy.” He shrugged, grabbing one of his suit cases and began unpacking.
I just gave him a shy smile and walked away into the hallway, down to my bedroom.
It was very safe to say that I went to sleep with probably the brightest smile of my life that night, and little did I know that that wasn’t going to be the only time Brendon would make me smile so hard meanwhile he became our handsome temporary roommate.

For the next four or five weeks or so, how can I describe them really? They were the absolute BEST weeks of my life, Brendon was just what this house was missing all along, he would take Josh and I out to the most amazing places we didn’t even know this city had, there was never a dull moment because of his great sense of humor and goofy personality, but what started getting to me the most was the way he was with me whenever Josh wasn’t in the house.
Don’t dare begin to think wrongly of him now, Brendon in no way would try to get all touchy and disrespect me, not at all.
In fact, he would be the sweetest soul in the world, and the more days he spent with us here the closer the two of us became.
I started to feel like I could be so open with him,  and he was seriously the best listener on Earth.
He also knew exactly how to make me smile whenever my brother and I would have a fight and it left me feeling down in the dumps.
Soon, I even began to see Brendon more as a person, not just a famous band singer, and I was loving the fact that I was getting to know him more and more on a deeper, more personal level.

But it also led me to develop some really emotional feelings of love for him.
I know it was very much obvious from the start that I was head over heels for him, but now that I think about it, those feelings were just nothing more than a fangirl crush.
Now that I know him this way, I would really want to be a in a true connecting relationship with Brendon.
And if I’m not mistaking, he kind of feels the same way for me…I mean I really don’t want to get my hopes up high either, but I can easily tell when a guy is truly feeling a girl, and Brendon is surely showing signs of that with me.
It might sound just a wee bit crazy because it’s only been a few weeks, but this close bond that we share makes me certain about how my heart beats loudly like a drum for him, that I can never deny even if I wanted to.
He’s just so amazing and beautiful inside and out.
He’s for sure everything that I ever wanted in a man. Plus I love playing with that great hair of his very much.

Well, besides all the amazing weeks I got to spend with him, absolutely nothing could prepare me for what happened just this morning….

I had gone out to the grocery store since since it was my turn to make dinner tonight, big surprise there since fucking Josh burned the food he was trying to make the night before.
We didn’t even know what it was, hell, my brother himself didn’t even know what it was.
So of course, I volunteered to save our stomachs some food poisoning, I just hope that Brendon likes what I’m going to cook.
Right as I was putting away everything in it’s place in the kitchen I heard his angelic voice call out to me…
“(Y/N)?! Is that you?!”
“Yeah it’s me Beebo what’s up?!” I yelled in return.
“Is Josh down there too?!”
“No! Just me!” I answered.
“Oh! Can you come up here for a moment?!”
My brows furrowed for a bit, and I couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, I swear if I find him naked on his bed with rose petals spread all around…I’m not gonna hold back…just kidding….maybe not.

“Comming!” I notified, placing a few more things away before going upstairs to the guest room.
Unfortunately my fantasy didn’t come true, he was just sitting on his bed with a small keyboard in his hand and a few crumpled up pieces of blank papers all over the floor.
“Hey, come on in, crap, sorry for the mess I’ll promise I’ll clean it up.”
“Don’t even worry, Josh’s room looks like a damn cave with weird undiscovered creatures inside.”
He chuckled and cleared the chair he was resting his foot on, then patted the seat signaling me to sit.
“So what are you busy with here?”
“I wrote a new song, and I wanted to show you, tell me what you think okay? I really need an honest opinion.”
I nodded in agreement and got comfortable, as he began to play his little keyboard which looked super adorable by the way, the melody was already sounding amazing.
But it really hit home when he began to sing the words that were beautifully put together.

I was so lost in his talented voice, and it made me feel so special that I was the very first person to hear this new track, live.
Our eyes were locked the entire time, this had to be the most romanitc moment him and I shared, I didn’t even realize that the song was long over…
“(Y/N)?…(Y/N)!” He laughed, waving his hand in my face to bring me back.
“Huh? My bad…”
“Soooo? What do you think? It wasn’t stupid was it?”
“What? Brendon no that was completely breath taking, in fact I think I have a new favourite panic song. It was amazing believe me.” I smiled.
He also beamed very thankfully…
“I’m very happy you think so. You know you never fullfilled your promise.”
“What are you….oh…right…” I giggled.
“I think now would be the perfect time.”

“Look man….I know I said I wanted to be a singer but my shyness is bigger than my confidence.”
I couldn’t help but let in a small gasp when he grabbed a hold of my hand…
“(Y/N), you might not believe this but I was just like you, I was so scared and I had the biggest fear of performing in front of atleast one person. But in all my time as a singer I’ve learned that you are never going to really enjoy life if you allow fear to hold you down all the time. Now come on, you can do this. What other song of ours do you like besides Emperor’s New Clothes?” He questions.
“Hmm….I always did love to do covers of This is Gospel.” I replied.
“Good, that’s awesome! Go with that. Here I’ll even play it for you here.”
“No!” I blurted out.
“You want to go acapella?” Brendon asks.
“It’s not that it’s just…I don’t know why you holding my hand would make me feel more comfortable singing…” I hesitantly confessed.

But Brendon, as I have mentioned, being the nicest guy ever, he lovingly held my hand securely in his with an assuring smile.
“Better?”
All I could do was nodd and clear my throat…
“Okay…one…two…three..go..”
“This is gospel for the fallen ones, locked away in permanent slumber….” I began to sing, truthfully I did hold back a bit, but then as I sang more of the song I started to get really into it.
Although I was having fun whaling my heart out, my cheeks were burning like crazy as I saw Brendon grinning brightly, but even more when I saw how dangerously close his face was getting to mine.
“Cause these words are knives that often leave scars, the fear of falling apart, and truth be told I never was yours…the fear, the fear of falling apart…” I trailed off, witnessing how our lips were just mere inches away from each other.

“Beebo?…” I softly muttered…
And his response was pressing his lips against mine, I felt such a fire inside of me, I couldn’t believe that he was actually kissing me, his beautiful tastey plump lips felt sensational upon mine.
I don’t even remember how long the kiss lasted, but all I knew at that time, was that I never wanted it to end.
When we finally got the strength to lean away from each other, with our eyes slowly opening, things were quiet, but then I got the courage to speak up…
“Brendon…w-what was that all about?…”
“God I’m so sorry (Y/N)…I just…I’ve been wanting to do that for some time now…but I’m sorry I should’ve asked first.” He says, looking down, once more I grabbed his hand and made him lock eyes with me again.
“No no, don’t be sorry…I’m actually happy that you kissed me.”
“You are?”
“Yeah, Brendon ever since you came here and, I got the pleasure of getting to know you more over time, well, I really like you.” I tell him.
“You have no idea how happy I am to know that, I really like you too…” He chuckled.

“Then kiss me again please.” I softly murmured.
Now I was feeling like I was in a sappy love movie scene.
I saw how his bottom lip was taken in between his teeth with a smirk while he slowly leaned in and kissed me again.
Now that I knew for certain that he was into me like I am into him, I embraced our little make out session…until unfortunately…
“What’s going on here?” We both heard a voice sternly inqure behind us.
We quickly leaned away from each other and sure enough my brother was standing in the doorway, and the expression he had was very unpleasant, I felt like I was in for the embarassment of a lifetime.
“Josh-” I began but he cut me off in less than a micro second.
“Hey man! Just because I invite you to crash here doesn’t mean you’re allowed to hit on my sister!!” He yelled, slightly pushing me to the side.

“I wasn’t hitting on her!! I’m sorry but it’s more than that! I really like (Y/N) and she really likes me.”
“Well guess what Brendon?! I don’t want my little sister dating a rock star! I already know how much of heartbreakers you guys are! So (Y/N)! You stay away from him! And you! You pack your shit and leave tomorrow!” Josh yelled.
“Excuse me?! But what about what I want?! You may be my family Josh but you’re not the boss of me! And you especially don’t get to run my love life!” I spoke up.
“Look I know what I’m doing!” He claimed.
“If that’s making your little sister miserable! Then good job jackass!” I shot.
“Shut up!! You’re not gonna be with him and that’s final!”
“Don’t talk to her like that!! And how dare you accuse me of being a heartbreaker?! I thought we were cooler than that Josh! I thought you knew me better!” Brendon stepped in.
“Dude I’ve known you for half a year!”
“Wow…well It only took a couple of minutes to really know YOU.” He death glared.

“Alright look!” I announced, both of them glancing at me.
“Brendon I really like you, I meant it when I said that, but I don’t wanna be the cause of your friendship being ruined, so you know what? Let’s just pretend that none of this ever happened, that way everybody is happy!!….
except for me…” I halfway whispered at the end and walked away to lock myself in my bedroom before they could even respond to me.
I heard them calling my name but I just wanted to be alone….

*END OF FLASHBACK*

And that is how I am where I am now, I’ve literally stayed locked in here the entire day up until now that it’s way passed midnight.
This is why I said from the start that my brother really gets under my skin with his overprotection.
Obviously the only time I would get out of my room was for the bathroom, both Brendon and Josh would come and knock on my door to try and talk to me, but I knew I was going to explode with anger and tears so I kept on ignoring like if they weren’t in the house.
A heavy sigh released itself from me in frustration to know that I have to go to the bathroom yet again.
Hopefully these two are deep asleep right now and not trying to rip each other’s heads off.
I got up off my bed and walked to open the door, when I stepped into the hallway I saw Brendon with his packed up luggages, exiting the guest room, he was all dressed up and ready to go from what it seemed.
Seeing that made my heart shatter and my eyes water almost instantely….
“Brendon…” I loudly whispered, immediately he looked up and stood almost frozen.
“(Y/N)…what are you doing up at this time?”

“I was getting up to go to the bathroom…are you leaving?…” I fearfully question, my voice trembling at the end.
“Yeah…I am…I have to go.”
“What? No you don’t! I don’t want you to go!” I truthfully said, raising my voice slightly.
“But your brother does…”
“Who cares what the fuck my brother wants! He clearly doesn’t care about what I want!”
He looked as if he ran out of what to say to me, but I see the sadness in his eyes, I know he didn’t want to leave either, he was just forcing himself to.
“Hey listen I am so sorry for ignoring you the whole day but Josh got me really upset and….just please don’t go Brendon! Please! Don’t leave me yet!” I begged, running right towards him and wrapping my arms around his waist.
As soon as he held me back in a tight and loving embrace, I allowed my tears to fully run down my face, quiet but also loud sobs escaping me as well.

“I don’t want to leave you (Y/N), trust me baby if it were up to me I would stay and be with you as your boyfriend. But I can’t….”
“Son of a bitch….” We heard Josh’s voice sigh one more time behind us.
I leaned away and gave him the biggest death stare of his life…
“I hope you’re happy Joshua.”
“(Y/N)-”
“No!! You’re gonna listen to ME this time! Brendon and I are gonna be together whether you like it or not!!”
“(Y/N)-”
“And no matter how much you BITCH about it it’s not gonna stop us!!”
“(Y/N)-”
“And you know what else?!-”
“Shut up brat!! Let me talk!! Geez! You’re worse than mom when you get heated! I feel sorry for your future gremlines that you’re gonna call your children! Now keep it zipped for one moment and hear me out!” He yelled.

Brendon took a hold of my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to relax me.
I took a really deep breath and persuade him to go on…
“I’m sorry for the way I reacted earlier okay? I’ve been giving it some really deep thought the whole day and…you’re right I shouldn’t get to run your love life. I should be able to just trust you in making the right choices. And I hate to admit it but, Brendon is a really nice guy, I know he wont break your heart because I’ve seen the way he treats you from the time he’s been here with us. I’m sorry for being a jackass sometimes with you but you’re my little sister, just like dad would always say to you, no guy is ever gonna be good enough for you.”

More tears came down my face, but this time they were tears of happiness.
This is also why earlier I said, that I would take a bullet for this guy, I really would.
I ran up to him and gave him a bear hug…
“Thanks bro.”
“Yeah yeah, now get away from me.” Josh joked, playfully shoving my head which I did back.
“Thank you Josh.” Brendon tells him, also approaching him and giving him a handshake.
“No problem dude, and you don’t have to leave so put your stuff back in your room. You can stay here until you really have to go. BUT! If the two of you are really gonna be together, I’m gonna lay down just a few rules!” My brother sternly states, pointing his index finger at us.
We both took a deep breath, and waited for him to hit us with all the strictness he has.

“Okay what are they?…” I lightly pressed.
“First of all, no making out in front of me! No PDA whats so EVER in front of me. Or I will kill both of you in your sleep!”
“Sounds fair.” Brendon slightly laughed, and eventually I agreed as well, although it’s gonna be hard.
“Alright, second! If you guys are gonna do the dirty-”
“Joshua!” I scolded, I don’t ever want my brother even thinking about that with us! Doesn’t mean it’s not gonna happen though just saying.
“Wait I want to hear this.” My new boyfriend smirked.
“Watch it Urie.” Josh warned, making his sexy smirk dissapear.
“As I was saying, if you guys are gonna do the dirty it has to be OUTSIDE of this house! And I’m gonna be able to tell if you did because I’m the one who does laundry here! Understand?”
“Yeah yeah.” I roll my eyes.
“And lastly, you sleep in your own bedrooms every night.”
“But-”
“Period!!”

We both huffed and slowly nodded in hesitation to agree with his stupid little rules.
“Got it.” We said in unison.
“Okay, now can we please get some sleep while the moon is still up? Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Joshy.” I replied.
As soon as he was out of sight I pulled my man’s shirt down and kissed him.
He deepened the kiss a little and then peppered my face in pecks that made me giggle.
“So I guess we’re official now huh?” He beamed.
“I guess we are, see you in the morning boyfriend.” I grinned.
Brendon pecked my lips once more and them my cheek.
“Goodnight, my beautiful girlfriend.”
We went ahead back inside our rooms, atleast now I’m returning to bed with a huge smile on my face that makes my cheeks surely be sore when I wake up.
I grab my pillow and hug it tight as my eyes slowly drifted off to sleep, but then I wake up in a realization that…

I still need to go to the bathroom….

(Hopefully I did a good job on this and this is what the anon who requested this had in mind ✨)
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I seriously cannot believe that I’ve come this far, and I could’ve never done it without all of you. So I want to thank all of my mutuals, friends, sempais and people who generally inspired me greatly.

Mutuals:

@lucy-heartflawless: We’ve been friends for almost a year now, and you’ve been a great friend, you gave me advice when I needed it and cheered me up when I was sad…….thank you so much!!! You mean the world to me!

@stars-on-fire7: …..where do I even start. You’re such a lovely person, you always give me such nice compliments on my colorings…..you’re too sweet for this world…….thank you so much for being my friend!

@sunflowerchrysalis: We haven’t spoken in a while, but I understand that you’re busy with work and family problems. But still…….thank you for helping me grow in my writing, inspiring and being a totally awesome friend!

@indayiashow: You’re a sweet person, and it’s wonderful to talk to you and be friends with you……thank you!!

@fadingsoulss: You’re a great person to talk to, and your blog is absolutely amazing. I’m so lucky to have you as my friend~:)

@jerzafangirl: I love stalking your blog and you’re a lovely, great person on the whole…….thank you!

@itschildofthefairies: You were my first friend on tumblr. You helped me so much, were a perfect Mavis 2.0 and your blog is so cool. And your edits, they’re out of this world. I really owe you a lot!

Sempais:

@rboz @hirata-s @keiid @lonestorm @unisonraidd @unashamed-shipper @missyplatinum @bonneyq @oldfriend7876 @elieglory3173 @zervis-is-my-life @arya-aiedail @nanakoblaze @fuck-yeah-gruvia @mslead @freezinrain and many more, all of you have been such inspirations and your blogs are just amazing. Thank you so much for contributing to the fandom!

As to everyone else who followed me, thank you all so very much!!

On a completely unrelated note…….Happy Valentine’s Day!

anonymous asked:

Hey, I love your writing and every time I see one more I go running to read, even if english is not my first language. It's always so, so ... wow. Even when it is an au you can maintain the essence of the characters. Your Killugon are awesome. I do not know if she appeared in the manga, I've never seen anime either, but I wanted to ask, if you're not too busy, how Mito-san reacted to Killua being a killer.

This message made me so, so, soooooo happy, thank you so much for saying all those nice things about my writing ;;__;; the fact that you like to read my fics even though they’re not in your first language is so amazing to me ^////^

I really liked this prompt! I don’t remember how Mito found out about Killua’s past, or if she ever did, but this is how I think it would go! I hope you like it~

Canon universe, set during Gon and Killua’s visit to Whale Island


“So, Killua,” Mito said as she dropped the heavy load of laundry onto the grass. “Tell me, how did your family let you participate in the Hunter Exam? You’re so young!”

Killua gave her a questioning look, brows furrowed. “Why are you asking? Didn’t you let Gon take the Hunter Exam, too? He’s only two months older than I am.”

Mito couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. It was true; she had left Gon to his own devices, like she always had. Because while Gon was obedient and always respectful towards her wishes, he was still Ging’s son. Ging had done whatever he wanted, and she knew if Gon was determined enough, he would too.

“Gon wanted to take the Exam,” she said. “He would have gone off whether I wanted him to or not. So it was better to let him go with my blessing.”

“Hmph.” Killua grabbed a shirt from the laundry and shook it once before hanging it up on the line. “I guess you have a point there.”

“Did you leave with your family’s blessings, Killua?” Mito asked in a teasing tone.

Her movements faltered though at the dark expression that suddenly appeared on Killua’s face.

“Nah,” he said. “I’m…well, my family didn’t want me to take the Hunter Exam, or leave home at all, really. They’re really annoying like that. So I had to fight my mother and brother before I could get away. My mother’s face was covered in bandages the last time I saw her from where I stabbed her.”

Mito blinked. She stared at the twelve year old currently hanging up Gon’s green shorts, unsure if he was joking or not. He didn’t say anything else though and the unnatural silence made Mito’s heart twist.

Killua was rarely so quiet. From the short time Mito knew him, she had learned that he was an extremely bright, mischievous and usually cheerful boy. He had as much stamina as Gon, sometimes even more, which truly astounded her. He spent every day with her son without ever showing a sign of boredom and the way they grinned at each other filled Mito with warmth.

She was happy for Gon and that he had finally found a friend who could keep up with him at every turn. And she knew that not every family was as beautiful as theirs. So, no matter what Killua said, she would listen.

“Was it a long fight?” she asked and Killua’s head snapped up.

“…no,” he said after a pause. He spoke slowly, as if unsure of how much to tell her. “I’ve always been better than Milluki, and my mother wasn’t expecting it. If anything she was probably proud of me for attacking her.”

He shook his head and muttered, “She’s so controlling. She never let me go on my own missions until after I returned from Heavens Arena! And even then she had Illumi tracking me, the bastard.”

“What kind of missions would she send you on?” Mito asked, genuinely curious, as she picked up one of Killua’s shirts from the pile.

“Assassination missions,” Killua explained offhandedly and Mito’s blood turned to ice. 

“Assassination?!” she squeaked.

Killua’s face fell.

“Oh…I guess….Gon didn’t tell you? I’m not surprised.” Killua looked off into the horizon. The look in his blue eyes was unreadable. “I’m a Zoldcyk. We’re a family of trained assassins. I’m a professional killer.”

Mito’s arms dropped her her side, Killua’s indigo tang top brushing the tips of the grass. She didn’t know what to say to that. Who would know what to say to that?! It wasn’t normal to suddenly learn that your son’s best friend was an assassin!

But Gon, Mito knew, wasn’t normal either. Not in the usual sense of the word. He was too strong, too powerful for someone his age. Again, like Ging. 

And like Ging, he attracted the most unusual company.

“I left them,” Killua said and his voice cut through her inner monologue.

She glanced at him. Killua’s expression was hard, but not angry. It was almost like he had been expecting her immediate shock and horror.

 Killua continued, “I won’t lie and say I haven’t killed people before, because I have, but I never wanted any of that. My family didn’t give me a choice. I didn’t want to be like them, so I left.”

Mito swallowed thickly. Killua was only twelve, but he had probably seen more blood in his life than Mito ever would. Killua was born into death, but had walked away from it. Killua was her son’s best and only friend, and Gon had taught her on numerous occasions the meaning of looking past appearances to see the things that mattered most.

She took a deep breath. 

“It sounds like you had a horrible family, Killua,” she said softly and Killua’s eyes widened. 

He looked down, grip tightening on Gon’s jacket in his hands.

“They were the worst,” he muttered and there was a deeper meaning in those words. A hint of frustration and misery that caused a swell of pity in Mito’s chest.

He was only twelve years old and he had experienced such horror. Being here must be a kind of paradise to him.

“Well, you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like,” she told him.

Killua’s mouth fell open. “R-Really?”

She smiled fondly at him. “Of course. Are you getting hungry, by the way? Its almost lunchtime and Gon should be getting back from town soon with the ingredients I asked him to get. I can make more of that salmon, if you like.”

Killua’s responding smile was small but hopeful. “That would be awesome. Your a really great cook, you know.”

She laughed at that and the sound was whipped away by the breeze.

When they finally made their way back to the house, Gon was jumping up and down in the doorway as if bursting with excitement, waving his hands and yelling Killua’s name.

Killua’s eyes lit up and Mito knew then that she had made the right choice.

So get this….first this happened…

and I was like OH! That’s hella cool, I landed right on Dean’s birth year! I could totally do my celebration early, I better put the finishing details on that and get it posted….then as I was working on that this happened…

And I was like well, OKAY then…AWESOME! And now I’m up even higher than that. So…I’m going to do a massive celebration and celebrate all of my wonderful followers…plus my birthday is coming up next month so I’ll throw that in there too. :)  So I have several parts to this celebration, but I’ll get to that in a moment.

Before I get to the celebration I just want to say, THANK YOU ALL! My followers, my bunnies who are continuously rapidly multiplying, you guys amaze me. I went on hiatus, slowed way down with my writing and posting, and yet you continued to grow in numbers. THANK YOU. Beyond growing in numbers you have shown me so much love and support and kindness and for that you deserve to be celebrated. So this celebration isn’t about me…it’s about YOU! So high five for being the hella awesome followers that you are! Seriously, I cannot even begin to thank you all enough. 

Originally posted by chrisimagine

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anonymous asked:

I almost forgot to mention but I absolutely love your use of Allura (specifically in the sickfic of Lance trying to be quiet-) cuz not many people portray her as gentle or even nice when writing Langst! I cry from happiness when people have the /entire/ team acting nice to him yessssssss

Aw, thank you so much!

I’ve said it before, but I honestly think that all the characters in the show are doing their best with a shitty situation and while they’re not always going to be nice to each other in the moment, it’s not like they really want anything bad to happen to one another. They really care for each other, Allura included–Allura especially! The paladins are her family now. She may get irritated, but that’s only because they have such an important job and she needs to crack down on a bunch of homesick, traumatized kids to make sure they can do that job without dying. That’s a rough position, and you’re not always going to be able to be the good guy when you’re put in that position. 

I think Allura makes a lot of sacrifices, too, in order to do play her part in saving the universe. She CAN’T be their friend–she has to be their leader, the disciplinary figure. They have to see her as a trainer and as a princess and as a commander. She obviously likes hanging out with the paladins–she wants all their gossip and she was laughing during the food fight–but she makes the sacrifice of her own playful side in order to be their leader. And I think that makes her an awesome character. 

Also canonically, when Lance was down/injured/unconscious early in season one, even though Shiro is the first one to reach him, ALLURA is the first one to call out his name in fear. She worries. She cares. She just can’t afford to show that side of herself all the time. Because she’s too busy being a badass. But it’s still there.

anonymous asked:

Hey what's up I'm a trans dude and I never really wear what I want because I'm worried it's not like "proper passing clothes" or my (transphobic) parents will get mad that it's not feminine enough but today I bought some cool Hawaiian tourist dad shirts because you gave me strength and I'm really glad I did because it's hard for me to dress how I want so idk it's a small thing but thank you

getting tourist dad stuff is a great way to make that transition into “passing” because they’re goofy and fun and can be explained to parents as unisex - i’m still working on my guide to passing/dysphoria relief without HRT and i was going to include a list of excuses i used to give to my mom for shorter haircuts/affirming clothing including pictures of what i used etc, i’m just super busy right now but hopefully soon.

and don’t sweat it. it doesn’t seem like that much of a big deal in concept but everything i took pictures of recently was the first time i ever went into the men’s section for clothes. i’m 19! it was terrifying and i felt like i was being watched and criticized but honestly, it was a great experience and made me more confident for the future and now i have a slightly more interesting wardrobe. 

also floral shirts are awesome too. i got this one and i’m thinking of wearing it with a bowtie. people that i hang around don’t get pent up over pink vs blue stuff, & floral shirts are awesome anyway.

Late Night Confessions

Jack thought he was being quiet. He wanted to be quiet, because he didn’t need to bother anyone with his issues.

But apparently, he wasn’t careful enough. Because there was a soft knock on his door.

Pulling the blanket higher up, Jack tried to muffle the cries coming from his lips, hoping that whoever was there would leave. And if they didn’t, he really needed it to not be him.

“Jack?” Conor’s voice snuck through the crack in the door, and he flinched at his brother’s worried tone. “Can I come in?”

No. “Sure.”

Opening the door further, Conor slipped through, the light from the hallway spilling in, illuminating him.

“Is it okay…”

“Yeah.”

The older Maynard crossed the room, laying down on the bed next to his brother, shoulder to shoulder. They stared at the ceiling, and Jack pretended that the tears weren’t still falling down his cheeks, that his shoulders weren’t shaking with the cries that wanted so desperately to escape, that he wasn’t laying next to his brother, holding back his biggest secret.

“Do you want to tell me?”

“No.”

“Alright.” Conor replied, his hands clasping together on his stomach.

That was one of the things Jack loved about his older brother, how he never pestered him to talk. He always let Jack decide when it was time to talk, when he was ready to talk. But he would lay there, for hours if need be, because Conor just knew Jack needed him.


“Hey, Con?”

“Yeah?”

“I—I think I like guys.” The words lifted off of Jack, and his breath caught in his throat as he waited for a response. The mere seconds felt like hours, weighing down heavier than the secret had.

“You think? Or you know?”

“I know.”

“Okay.” That one word held so much more to it then what it meant. Because Conor had said it with such love and acceptance, an understanding that an older brother only has, and Jack wondered if maybe Conor already knew.

“I’m sorry.” Jack said softly into the dark room, and he heard Conor shift his head, so he did too, staring into his brother eyes.

“What the hell are you sorry for?”

“For…for not telling you?”

“So fucking what.”

“Conor…”

“No, Jack. I want you to listen. I don’t care when or how you told me. I don’t care if you blurted it out in the middle of a busy park or right here in the darkness. I also don’t care that you like guys. Or girls. Or who the hell you like. I just care about you. And I want you to be happy. So if you being happy means that you like guys, awesome. But don’t you dare apologize for it. Or for not telling me. Because until this moment, right here, you weren’t ready. And that’s fine. Because now you are, and you told me, and that, that is what matters.”

“Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me, Jack.” Conor smiled over at his younger brother, “I’m always gonna love you. You’re stuck with me.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” The younger Maynard offered a weak laugh, turning to look at the roof.


They both fell back into a silence, the sounds of their flat creaking around them.

“So who was it?”

“Huh?” Jack asked, the sudden question both surprising and confusing him.

“Who made you realize it?”

“Oh.”

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“It’s Joe.”

“Like…Sugg?”

“Yeah,” Jack mumbled, his cheeks burning. “I don’t know when it happened, but it hit me, just suddenly one day. I like him. Really like him, Con.”

“But he doesn’t know.”

“He doesn’t know anything.” Jack sighed, sitting up so his back rested against the headboard. “No one knows.”

“Do you want to tell him?” Conor asked, pushing himself up as well, eyes catching on a shadow by the door.

“Yes. No. Maybe. Fuck, what if it ruins everything? I can’t not have him in my life!”

“I think you need to tell him.”

“Oh yeah,” Jack rolled his eyes, “I’ll just walk up to Joe tomorrow and be like ‘Hey, I like you. As more than a friend. Do you like me too?’” Jack shook his head, “He’ll either laugh in my face or look at me with disgust.”

“How do you know?” Conor nudged him with his foot. “You don’t know until you try. You didn’t know I’d be so accepting.”

“This is different.”

“I don’t think it is.” Conor said as he stood from the bed. “I’m going back to bed. You alright?”

“Yeah. Thanks.” Jack mumbled, picking at the blanket over his legs.

When Conor left the room, he purposely didn’t look at the body who stood against the wall, eyes wide. But he did stop just before entering his room, speaking the words loud enough to be heard: “Don’t hurt him.”


Jack looked up at the door as it was pushed further open, more light spilling in.

“What? Did you forget to tell me something else?” He said to the person he expected to be his brother.

Except it wasn’t.

“Yeah, I did.” Joe said, shifting from one foot to the other.

“Joe.” Jack stared wide eyed, fear running through his veins. How much did he hear?

“Did you mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Joe said before he crossed the room quickly, one knee on the bed as he surged forward, his lips crashing against Jack’s as one hand moved to the back of the younger man’s neck.

One of Jack’s hands found a place on Joe’s back, the other on the smaller man’s arm, gasping at the sudden contact, but he returned the kiss instantly, his eyes fluttering closed as Joe’s lips moved against his.

“I like you too.” Joe muttered against Jack’s lips. “As more than a friend.”

“I sure hope so.” Jack chuckled, his forehead resting against Joe’s, “Or this would be really awkward.”

“You dork.” Joe laughed, moving so he was straddling Jack’s lap, hands coming to Jack’s cheeks to pull him back in for another kiss.