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bubbitlife  asked:

💟 Hello, how are you? I really love your blog, your writing is wonderful. Could you write something for me? I was thinking about 2D being very depressive before meet S/O, she's the sweetest thing that crossed his eyes and his life. I thought about that 'cause he said that sometimes he doesn't like being famous and if wasn't for Murdoc obligating him, he wouldn't be in the band but living a simple life instead. I think sometimes life can be really hard for him.

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Call it a Rendezvous 

Paring: 2D/Reader

Word count: 3,346

Rating: T

Summary: Takes place before Phase 4 begins, in the house on Wobble Street, everyone has reunited and production for the album has begun and tensions are high. 2D begins to wonder what his life would be like Gorillaz. While wandering the streets late at night, he seeks refuge inside a coffee shop.

Warnings: British swearing, mild violence, implied alcoholism, implied caffeineism

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A Stampede

Lance could feel his heart pounding in his chest, a slight distraction from the pain in his cheeks from smiling too much. God, when had these feelings surfaced? He could’ve sworn they weren’t there before. Keith laughed at whatever spilled from his mouth and Lance forgot everything else but that laugh. That laugh smothered by his glove-free hand. The way his face was flushed from amusement. The surprisingly soft hand that fell from his mouth to brush back the hair that fell into his face, giggles still falling from his lips. Everything. He doesn’t even know what the hell he was saying; he would talk forever as long as Keith kept laughing.

As long as he could keep him laughing.

Keith cleared his throat, looking at him with a little question in his eyes but a smile still playing around his lips. “Lance? You okay over there?” Lance jolted, realizing that he was just staring at him. Just staring at his pretty, pretty blue eyes, the ones that always seemed to change colors, that looked like galaxies, and his cute nose, and his lips

“M-me? Of course, perfect! Ha ha!” God, his face must’ve been so red, he could feel his face warm up as if he just walked away from a bonfire. He leaned back, hands behind him to support his weight. “Just—just thinking.”

God, his heart was racing so much.

Forget butterflies, a stampede took home in his gut. Threatening to trample him under the weight of his sudden feelings.

…But…looking back perhaps these feelings weren’t so sudden.

Keith shifted back, mimicking Lance’s pose. “What about?”

Lance wished he could answer.

An answer would be great at the moment; but it felt like he was paralyzed. He couldn’t answer, he couldn’t even breathe. When Keith shifted back he placed his hand nearly on top of Lance’s, his fingertips barely brushing his but they fit perfectly between the digits. Like a goddamned puzzle piece.

When he didn’t answer Keith looked to where his gaze was fixated and froze. The tops of his cheeks and the tips of his ears pinkened.

Lance took a risk and barely, infinitesimally, shifted his hand closer. His long brown fingers overlapped Keith’s pale ones, fitting them like two lost puzzle pieces.

He couldn’t breathe and it seemed like Keith couldn’t either.

Like all of the oxygen was sucked out of the room, leaving this moment suspended in nothing. Frozen. Paused.

Somewhere in the cold dead of space there was this tiny light from a tiny star and any sort of movement, by the breath of whatever deity you believed in, the star’s light would be snuffed out quicker than a birthday candle.

Slow movements.

so

so

slow

A look

A lick of dry lips

Hearts pounding in tandem

The slightest shift of a chin, waiting, preparing

Slow, slow, slow, like someone was enjoying the show and pressed a button to extend it to infinity, time consuming, but he found he was closer than anticipated.

Soft breaths puffing against their faces, the scents of mint and sugar mingling. Through his lashes he could see Keith’s half lidded gaze on his, the stars in his eyes swirling, making Lance feel lightheaded, mesmerized.

He swallowed; he could feel his Adam’s apple bob but closed the centimeter between their lips, eyes fully closing.

His forehead brushed Keith’s, the hair he teased so much brushing his face in soft tickles, noses brushing in an unintended Eskimo kiss, hands fully twining together like they belonged.

The kiss itself was soft. Sweet like spun sugar. Tender. So different from how they normally act. Soft lips meeting equally soft, if a bit chapped lips. A gentle pressure before parting.

Lance backed away, forehead still leaning against Keith’s.

Sea blue eyes wide a little scared, breath caught in throat, connected with the stunned purple-blue hue of his partner.

Lance was worried that the little star somewhere out there was flickering, losing light, before its quiet death.

It went supernova.

Keith surged forward, hands clasping either side of Lance’s face before capturing his mouth in another kiss after kiss after kiss. Pushing forward until Lance had no choice but to recline against the floor.

It was a little uncoordinated, a little sloppy, their teeth clacked and lips were bitten, but it was all Keith. Lance couldn’t help but smile.

Soft hair brushing their faces, sweet breath from the candy he was eating earlier, eager, reckless lips, and a tight grip cupping his head as if this was his last chance.

Silly, sweet boy.

Arms wrapping around his waist he leaned towards the kisses, smiling. An arm sliding up, stroking all the way, to slip a hand into the hair at the nape of his neck. Carding through, petting, until their kisses slowed into something deeper, slower, but no less passionate.

He rolled them over until he was hovering over Keith. So pretty. Face flushed a pretty, pretty pink, pupils blown wide making his eyes look endless. His hair in disarray, fanned out on the floor.

Is it healthy for his heart to beat this fast?

That stampede made an appearance again. Running from his stomach to his arms, heart, throat, everywhere, making him tremble. Hopefully Keith didn’t notice. He smiled; his voice only shook a little bit, “Hi.”

The boy under him only pouted; taking an arm from where it gripped his shoulder he brought it up to a firm hold behind Lance’s head. He pulled him down to greet him with another kiss.

anonymous asked:

Hey, if you're still taking Malec prompts: Human!AU where Alec delivers the pizza to Magnus' birthday party and the guy is so hammered he is 110% certain that tall, dark and dreamy is a stripper his friends have hired for him.

Alec gets off his bike, grabs the pizza box and adjusts one of his earphones that came loose. It’s his last delivery for the night and he’s glad he can finally get home, grab a cold drink and read a few pages of his textbook for next week’s uni lecture.

He’s been in this area before, but never this apartment. He can hear music through his earphones, through the walls, probably some party. He hopes they’ll even hear the door over the noise. He’s lucky and led in and pulls his earphones out as he climbs the last few steps and arrives before an open door, with no one waiting for him.

The music is almost deafening now and he takes a step into the apartment. Neon lights, a spinning party sphere and a dozen more people than should fit into the apartment come into his view. Everyone’s chatting, dancing and drinking, not sparing a look his way.

He sighs inwardly, braces himself and steps inside, “Hey, hello! Pizza delivery!” 

He talks to the first person in his way, a blond petite woman with a ponytail and blue eyes that are watching him in a daze, and she smiles but shrugs and goes back to dance with her partner. Alec frowns, lifts the pizza box higher and carefully pushes through half a dozen dancing people, again trying to shout over the noise, hoping whoever ordered the pizza will hear or see him.

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Link sat up in bed. The blanket across his lap and the bed beneath him radiated the heat of the curled, slumbering form beside him, but the air without and beyond was chilled, raising bumps on his arms and drawing a long shiver up his spine. He swept a lock of feathery hair back from his face and behind his ear. His gaze slowly slid over the darkened room, settling tiredly on unfamiliar shapes and forms, all bleeding and reeking of Sidon. The sounds of traffic and life and the buzzing vitality of the city leached through the window, drawing Link up and out of Sidon’s room, out of his body, out of himself. He was eternal, endlessly and ceaselessly present, feverishly existential, simultaneously within and without, tangled in the bright, shivering waves of reality, hovering and trembling between what truly was and was not. The urgent thrum of his heartbeat mingled with that of the world’s, and he felt for a moment that he no longer was, no longer held a place within the rushing, expansive, bursting reality, nothing more than a homeless soul without a vessel in a hushed, windowless, muted limbo.

Beside him, Sidon shifted. Link was dragged back, harshly funneled and packed back into his mind, his body, back beside Sidon, where he found himself staring at his pale, bony hands.

He took in a soft, shallow breath with unfamiliar lungs.

what i don’t think this fandom understands is that the shared experience of consuming media in this way is inherently critical. i once read a quote from anne jamison’s book fic: why fanfiction is taking over the world, which stated as follows:

Writing and reading fanfiction isn’t just something you do; it’s a way of thinking critically about the media you consume, of being aware of all the implicit assumptions that a canonical work carries with it, and of considering the possibility that those assumptions might not be the only way things have to be.

While this quote is specifically about fanfiction, I feel like it can be applied to fandom as a whole. fandom isn’t, and never has been, a space purely for unquestioningly consuming a narrative. fandom, in it’s essence, is a critical space, because it is one which a community is constantly discussing the media it consumes. the way we talk about characters, the way we write them in fanfiction, the parts of the show we choose to gif and the bits we choose to ignore, the quotes we add to gifsets: all of these things are critical choices. the media we consume is no more than source material which is used to facilitate further discussion.

this is why it frustrates me when fandom moves to shut down criticism of either the source material or the fandom itself. it pushes for one, accepted, unquestioned view of a piece of media. it’s unconstrutive, because fandom is almost synonymous with discussion; the two cannot be separated.

the media we consume can be viewed in endless possible ways. there is no one objective experience of the narrative because it’s impossible for humans to view anything from a purely objective point of view. this is why discussion and disagreement happens; we are all shaped by our history, experiences, backgrounds and values. an attempt to shut down discussion within fandom can only ever fail, because fandom experience is not homogeneous. attempting to do so is attempting to force your fandom experience on everyone else.

you can craft your own fandom space. you can find people who have a similar fandom experience to you. you can add your own voice to the discussion. what you can’t do is shut down fandom discussion, because shutting down discussion is shutting down fandom entirely.

Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so

Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:

Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing

Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?

When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good

Collar Bones

Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt

When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything

about shiro not backing keith’s story in bom: i think there’s other factors that a lot of people overlook. namely, the fact that shiro’s response isn’t just him reacting to an isolated incident–its him finally putting together the pieces after a long time of dealing with constant doubt and concern. because he knows something’s up with keith. in season 2, he’s the only one that does. on two separate occasions, he takes keith aside and tries to talk to him, to ask him what’s wrong, to try and get him to open up. and every time keith shuts him out? you can see the fear on shiro’s face, can see that he feels like they’re slowly drifting apart and he’s losing keith

these two strike me as friends who probably used to tell each other everything. so the fact that keith is refusing to talk now, that he’s forcing this distance between them? shiro doesn’t know what to think. and when he sees keith has this alien knife and is maybe part galra? maybe isn’t even from earth at all? shiro is very quickly finding out that this person he’s very close to, someone who he thought he knew everything about, is quite literally becoming alien. his best friend is suddenly a stranger, and he’s questioning whether he ever even knew him at all  

looking at shiro’s face here, he looks just as panicked as keith. despite how good he is at improvising and acting, he doesn’t even have it in him to scrape together an excuse or cover story. he’s genuinely shocked, and just blurts the words out without thinking. “I…I don’t know”–he hesitates, stumbles. he’s seeing the person he thought he was really close to in a whole new light, and he doesn’t know how to handle it

and keith? when he’s down on the ground, the first thing he says is “Shiro, you know me.” becuase he’s trying desperately to bridge that gap, to make shiro see–to prove that, even if keith’s going through some shit, even if he doesn’t know who he himself is, he hasn’t changed. the person shiro knew is still the same. 

also, look at shiro’s face after that exchange. that doesn’t look like someone who just sold out or distrusts their friend. he takes the time to look at keith and kinda check in, to see how vulnerable and scared he looks (scared because he thinks shiro doesn’t trust him)

before he goes right back to glaring and confronting the bom

he then tells keith theyre leaving and starts walking away. he realizes there’s some kind of conflict here between keith and the bom, so he tries to separate them. if he really didnt trust his friend, he would’ve insisted he either 1 hand over the knife or 2 started asking a bunch of personally invasive questions–after all, this is the person that insisted on morally grey mind control interrogation to extract information from a galra. 

instead, he sees how honestly hurt and confused keith looks, so he gives him some space and tries to quickly remove him from the situation 

and when keith insists on staying? shiro’s worried look in the background there? even if he doesn’t understand what’s been going on with keith all this time, he’s clearly concerned, clearly cares. he backs off a bit and let’s keith say his piece, because he realizes just how much all this means to him. shiro doesn’t interfere again until after he hears keith’s life will be on the line, and immediately tries to get him out of there 

he goes right up to keith’s side when he tries to reason with him, and we get a repeat of that shoulder touch thing these two do so much. shiro especially does this to keith a lot, and it honestly seems like a kind of grounding thing. he reaches out to keith, tries to tell him that whatever’s going on his life isn’t worth it, holds onto him to offer some kind of comfort. the way shiro tries to convince him here reminds me a lot of that thing joaquim said in an interview, about how “shiro is sort of the only thing that can really calm him down and keep him in check.” shiro very much tries to do that here, sees that keith is angry and upset and tries to keep him from making a reckless decision. 

was shiro really taken aback and hurt initially? i think so, yes. but once he kinda has a bit of time to recover and think things through he’s still thinking of keith and trying to help him as best he can–this is also why he doesn’t try to stop him again until it’s absolutely necessary, because he respects keith’s volition and understands the importance of that autonomy. when push comes to shove, regardless of the situation, shiro still steps up to protect keith 

@poulerslashes​‘s fic sore must be the storm did things to me

Through his shock, a cold thought occurred to Midoriya, tamping down any other reaction he might’ve had to such a confession. “Todoroki,” he said firmly. “Don’t give up. We’re getting out of here.”

“I’m not giving up,” Todoroki said. “I’m only considering all possible outcomes.” His tone grew quiet again. “And I just…I wanted to know that I told you. At least once.”

lance: that’s shiro! that guy’s my hero!!

hunk: oh because he was the top pilot and youngest to graduate the garrison?

lance: *rapid flashbacks to seeing shiro set the champion keg stand record at a frat party* y-yeah…best and brightest pilot hhaha…

after they start dating otabek totally develops a fixation for yuris hands

he loves them. loves the way yuri’s long fingers feel whenever he cups otabeks face, loves the smooth way they feel against his own palm when their hands are interlaced, loves the way they look whether yuri’s wearing rings or bracelets or any shade of nail polish

he loves pressing his lips to yuri’s knuckles, or turning his head to kiss yuri’s palm whenever yuri holds his hand to his cheek, or spontaneously grabbing yuris wrist and kissing his pulse

and when he sees yuri with ice cream on the corner of his lips and grabs yuri’s hand and guides it so yuris thumb can swipe it away, and then guides his hand to his mouth and licks the ice cream off, well. he realizes that maybe he should get his fixation under control.

(or not, because yuri’s face is an adorable shade of red right now, and he would like to see it again.)

okay but i was just thinking

imagine being one of the older people who were around to witness the heyday of the Former Extra Duo™ aka victor nikiforov and christophe giacometti. you probably still have a clear imprint of you palm on the side of your face from facepalming so much. imagine that beautiful feeling of relief because okay, while vitya will never stop being Extra™, he’s obviously settling down with the love of his life (who seems like a pretty calm person thank god) and chris… well, he’s still doing his mature eros butt thing but let’s be real you’re pretty much used to it by now and he’ll most likely retire in a few years.

so things are looking pretty nice and peaceful compared to what they were some years back! right?

now imagine hearing the first notes of welcome to the madness and feeling that familiar dread creeping back in. oh dear god no. not again. there’s heavy metal! sunglasses flying into the audience! is that the 15yo gold medalist stripping on the ice?! gloves are being ripped of! with teeth! and what’s up with the finger guns??

you fit your palm into it’s familiar position on you face and sigh.

looks like there’s a New Extra Duo™ in town.