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        100 lyric starters taken from ‘wild world’ by bastille. change pronouns/sentence structure if necessary!


❝ so, what would you little maniacs like to do first? ❞
❝ what’s gunna be left of the world when you’re not in it? ❞
❝ every minute and every hour i miss you more ❞
❝ if you want to be a party animal you have to learn to live in the jungle ❞
❝ stop worrying and go and get dressed ❞
❝ you might have to excuse me, i’ve lost control of all of my senses ❞


❝ think about the power of your words ❞
❝ oh my god, i can’t quite believe my ears ❞
❝ you’re making me feel nervous ❞
❝ i need to clear my head ❞
❝ how can you think you’re serious? ❞
❝ do you even know what year it is? ❞


❝ kind of hoping this will turn me round ❞
❝ and now it follows me every day ❞
❝ it caught me by surprise ❞
❝ my back’s up against the wall ❞
❝ i feel guilty ❞


❝ never good, just the bad and the ugly ❞
❝ nothing quite like seeing the world through the tv’s window ❞
❝ i can’t stop thinking about it ❞
❝ tell me, did you see the news tonight? ❞
❝ hold me in this wild, wild world ❞


❝ did you ever feel like they were ringing true? ❞
❝ not everything had gone to plan ❞
❝ we made the best of what we had, you know ❞
❝ all their words were glory ❞
❝ stop looking up for heaven ❞

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Even if it’s just pretend

(Yes that is a Taylor Swift lyric, from Wildest Dreams)

For @carryon-countdown prompt: Angst

This is something that I wrote months and months ago, but I wasn’t happy with it so I didn’t post it. Lately I’ve started this fantastic new habit where if I don’t like something, I actually go back and make it better rather than pretending it doesn’t exist (very shocking much wow I know).

It’s based on this quote from page 382-383 of Carry On – ‘I came back because I was afraid of what might happen if I didn’t. Baz might just pretend that nothing had ever happened between us. He’d make me feel like I dreamt this whole thing – like I was a maniac and a moron for believing he’d ever felt something for me.’

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resbang 2016: Wanna Be Yours

Finally! My second resbang is done! 

I wanna thank my incredible artist partner @fuzzyfur455 who has been so patient with me these last few months as well as so supportive. I had so much fun working with her on this fic and sharing ideas and such, and I’m so appreciative for everything she did. Seriously, all my thanks goes to her. If it weren’t for her having my back, I probably wouldn’t have gotten through this fic.


Can you show me how to kiss someone?

It starts out as a simple request, but the one after it leaves Maka in a sexual mess she wasn’t expecting. The sex was meant to help her get over Soul. Not dig herself deeper into a hole and only make her love him even more. Friends With Benefits AU.

Warnings: explicit sexual content, mutual pining, denial of feelings, smut with a plot, fluff too

Rating: M

Maka makes a mental note to never trust Liz again.

Especially when it comes to blind dates.

Stabbing at her salad, she nods as her date goes on and on about his travels to third world countries, an attribute that’s wholly attractive. She always did find humbleness and charity an appeasing quality in a man, but this man lacks the former of the two. All he’s talked about for the last thirty minutes is himself and all the noble deeds he’s done for the less fortunate; he hasn’t asked a single question about her. It’s been all about him, him, him.

She prides herself in the ability to know when someone isn’t genuine, and her date falls under the category. Every red flag in her mind has been flashing since he started talking. Since she first sat down and heard him speak. The egotism had been oozing off him when they first met, and she has no idea how Liz thinks this guy is right for her. His only reason for doing so much is so he has the chance to gloat to unsuspecting girls on the off chance he’ll get lucky.

Unlucky for him, though, Maka isn’t dense.

“And then I went to–”

The Cantina Band song from Star Wars cuts him off and Maka jumps to dig for her phone, giving him an apologetic smile in the process while internally thanking every god in existence for the distraction.

“Sorry. I guess I forgot to put it on silent.” She pauses to look at the name on the screen even though she knows perfectly well who it is. “I’m sorry, but I really need to answer this.”

“Yeah, sure,” her date duly says, the charm and charisma disappearing in an instant as he leans back in his chair and pouts like a child. “I’ll stay here.”

“It won’t take more than a minute,” she promises.

Standing from her chair, she heads to the bathrooms.

“Thank you so much for calling,” she says once she’s out of earshot of her date. “Now I can finally leave this horrid date.”

“You owe me for this,” Soul growls on the other end.

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Check out Fuzzy’s art here and here (nsfw).

anonymous asked:

So I'm guessing it's a necessary thing to use like calcium? I feel bad cause I didn't know and they haven't been taking it (and mine are also adopted and I don't think the previous owners had it either). I'll start it ASAP but do you think they'll be alright?

Yes.  Calcium is absolutely vital and you should start supplementing with calcium/calcium+D3 ASAP.  I can’t say if your reptile will be ok or not; I’m not a vet and, even if I was, I’d need to personally examine the animal before making any diagnosis.  A vet visit is your best bet, so you can know the severity of your pet’s metabolic bone disease and the proper steps in treating it.

Thanks for sending this in; this is actually a topic I feel we don’t talk about in enough detail.  People quote “you need twice as much calcium as phosphorus!” without understanding what this actually entails and WHY it’s important.  


[edit so i can’t do cuts in ask, woops, but anyway beyond here we GET INTO A SCIENCE)

Relationship to Phosphorus aka “Why are we talking about a non-calcium thing when we’re trying to talk about calcium?”

Ok, so the first step to understanding the importance of calcium is to talk about bones.  First step in THAT is to stop thinking about bones as fixed.  They’re not an unchanging system; they’re constantly in flux, always either releasing or absorbing calcium as necessary, normally in relation to how much calcium is in the serum around bones.  When there’s not enough calcium in the serum, bone releases some.  When there’s a lot of calcium just floating around, bones are able to use it.

Bones themselves are made of calcium phosphate.  In order to form calcium phosphate, a phosphorus molecule needs to attach itself to one calcium molecule.  Thus bone is born! But wait.  We need calcium for ALL KINDS OF STUFF in the body!  It’s used to moderate the heart rate, the nervous system, the absorption of OTHER minerals… so the bones start worrying and will RELEASE calcium from themselves, which eventually makes them all spongy and fragile.  This eventually leads to a form of MBD (metabolic bone disease).  Yes, there are different types of MBD (more on that in a bit).  This particular one is called Osteomalacia and is the most common in reptiles.

I’d  like to make it clear that phosphorus is not bad; we shouldn’t try to eliminate that from a reptile’s diet, since it plays important parts in almost all of a body’s processes. The best thing we can do is make sure a reptile has plenty of calcium to spare.

With this in mind, the best ratio of calcium to phosphorus is 2:1.  We need twice as much calcium as phosphorus in our reptiles’ diets (with the notable exception of snakes; their meals are naturally very high in calcium, so they don’t need help.  Go, snakes!).

How do reptiles in the wild handle this?

In many different ways!  Non-basking reptiles handle it by consuming a wide variety of prey, including many that are high in calcium.  We’re talking 40 or more species PER DAY.  We simply can’t match that in captivity.  Vegetarian or omnivorous species consume many different plants.

Basking—-and non-basking, to an extent—-deal with this by sitting around in the sun and absorbing UVB rays, which helps metabolize vitamin-D3.

Vitamin D-what?

D3, D2, all sorts of D’s just flying around!  Vitamin-D3 is more properly known as cholecalciferol. It’s bound within serum protein and transported to the liver, where it’s metabolized into another form (1,25-dihydroxycholecalciferol), which is actually usable by the reptile.  Reptiles who have access to UVB can make their own vitamin-D3, which has been superior to calcium D-3 that’s included within a diet (Bernard, et al).  Now that the reptile has a nice dose of vitamin-D3, it can use calcium more effectively. Basically, it helps make calcium more usable.

Honestly, the best thing is natural sunlight.  So far, we haven’t created a perfect UVB bulb.  This is actually why I suggest that animals who require a lot of UVB (tortoises come to my mind first because of their unique needs; they can’t absorb UVB through their shells and are prone to being burnt by bulbs that are placed too close to them) are kept in outdoor pens at least partially.  

But since a lot of reptiles aren’t appropriate for outdoor pens, it’s up to the owner to research their needs.  A diurnal reptile who lives in the desert is best kept with 10-12% UVB, while a reptile who’s nocturnal or lives in a thick jungle environment does better with 2-5% UVB.

UVB may not be appropriate for all reptiles.  Albino geckos, for example, may suffer eye damage. Use your knowledge.  

There’s a particular rumor going around that vitamin-D3 is ‘easily overdosed’.  I have yet to see a single substantiated case of vitamin-D3 overdose.  While it’s theoretically possible, it’s highly unlikely.  I personally have seen way more MBD cases than even POSSIBLE vitamin-D3 overdoses.  

Ok, so how much calcium, calcium-D3, and multivitamins do I use?

It strongly depends on your reptile!  Baby and juvenile reptiles require calcium with every meal, multivitamins once a week, and D3 at LEAST every other meal.  I usually give my adults calcium every other meal, multi once a week, and D3 once a week (depending on species and UVB availability).

So… what about those OTHER MBDs you mentioned?

I’m only going to touch on these because most aren’t commonly seen in reptiles.  

Osteoporosis – if you’ve lived through the 90’s, you probably remember those Got Milk commercials where they claimed milk would prevent this.  This… isn’t entirely true since true osteoporosis isn’t caused by a calcium deficiency, exactly; it’s caused by a protein deficiency and can be more accurately attributed to lack of movement.  Reptiles who are kept in extremely confining shelters are prone to this.  

This is a risk of those ‘minimum-space’ racks.  You can prevent this by providing plenty of space for reptiles to roam and lots of things for it to interact with (climbing branches, digging places, swimming areas for appropriate species, etc).  

Secondary Nutritional HyperparathyroidismThis starts when the calcium levels in the serum are too low.  The thyroid is stimulated to produce parathyroid hormone (PTH).  This in turn causes the bones to release calcium, phosphorus, and vitamin-D3. Calcium becomes more easily absorbed in the gut.  Once again, bones are robbed of calcium and there’s simply not enough calcium to replace it.

Many of these conditions are entirely preventable simply by providing the right sort of diet and UVB exposure.

Shit, I think my reptile has MBD.  What do I do?

Go to a vet.  As I said before, I’m not a vet.  I can’t diagnose or treat your pet.  If caught early, MBD IS treatable.  Some bone damage may even be reversible.  It’s treated by calcium in various forms (some forms are more easily usable than others), injections, and UVB exposure.  It’s a plan you’re best off discussing with your vet.  


Bernard, J.S., O.T. Oftendal, P.S. Barboza, M.E. Allen, S.B. Citino, D.E. Ullry and R.J. Montali. (1991) The response of vitamin D deficient green iguanas (Iguana iguana) to artificial ultraviolet light. Proc Am Vet 1991:147-150.

Frye, Fredric F. “The Importance of Calcium in Relation to Phosphorus, Especially in Folivorous Reptiles.” Nutritonal Society. Cambridge University Press, 1 Feb. 2001. Web. 21 Jan. 2017. <https://www.cambridge.org/core/journals/proceedings-of-the-nutrition-society/article/div-classtitlethe-importance-of-calcium-in-relation-to-phosphorus-especially-in-folivorous-reptilesdiv/1CA93A72A18AA800D3FF9ACD2A234411>.

Center for Avian And Exotic Medicine - https://avianandexoticvets.com/metabolic-bone-disease-in-reptiles/

Pretty sure Yuya and Ruri had the most chill introduction out of all the counterparts.

It seriously went like this:

“HI, I’m Yuya”

“You’re Ruri”

“Now lets get out of here”

“Sure thing person I just met”

Ok not really but it was probably the quickest first meeting with little amount of drama, before the parasite factor, I’ve yet to see. 

I was impressed how quick they were to get with the program. I’m sure if that doctor wasn’t around Ruri would have aligned with the Lancers quicker than Serena did.

If you check under the cut, I have a bunch of examples of counterparts meeting for the first time.

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otp tags (fall out boy edition)
  • otp: all the ways you make my stomach turn
  • otp: am i more than you bargained for yet?
  • otp: anything you say can and will be held against you
  • otp: bruises on your thighs like my fingerprints
  • otp: burn a little brighter tonight
  • otp: condemned from the start
  • otp: dance alone to the beat of your heart
  • otp: do you got room for one more troubled soul?
  • otp: don't breathe life into a monster
  • otp: don't pretend you ever forgot about me
  • otp: don't stop until your heart goes numb
  • otp: don't take love off the table yet
  • otp: get me out of my mind and get you out of those clothes
  • otp: go on pick your poison
  • otp: happily ever after below the waist
  • otp: have you ever wanted to disappear?
  • otp: here to collect your heart
  • otp: hoped for your name on the ouija board
  • otp: hot to the touch cold on the inside
  • otp: how heartwarming it is inside your skin
  • otp: i bit off more than i could chew
  • otp: i don't care what you think as long as it's about me
  • otp: i don't feel a thing for you
  • otp: i don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness
  • otp: i got your love letters corrected the grammar and sent them back
  • otp: i hope your lips will taste of me forever
  • otp: i just need enough of you to dull the pain
  • otp: i love everything about you that hurts
  • otp: i need your broken promises
  • otp: i only appeared so i can fade away
  • otp: i only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me
  • otp: i said i'd never miss you but i guess you never know
  • otp: i shot true romance in the head
  • otp: i try to picture me without you but i can't
  • otp: i want to hate you half as much as i hate myself
  • otp: i want to make you as lonely as me
  • otp: i wish i dreamt in the shape of your mouth
  • otp: i wish i'd known how much you loved me
  • otp: i'll save the middle finger for you
  • otp: i'll take your heart served up in two ways
  • otp: i'm about to make your heart beat in reverse
  • otp: i'm coming apart at the seams
  • otp: i'm half-doomed and you're semi-sweet
  • otp: i'm in the details with the devil
  • otp: i'm just a problem that doesn't want to be solved
  • otp: i'm just dreaming of tearing you apart
  • otp: i'm the best worst thing that's ever happened to you
  • otp: i'm two quarters and a heart down
  • otp: i've got a sunset in my veins
  • otp: i've never seen a heart i couldn't break
  • otp: if they knew how misery loved me
  • otp: if you are the shores i am the waves
  • otp: it doesn't matter how you feel
  • otp: it's our time now if you want it to be
  • otp: it's time for me to fall apart
  • otp: just a notch in your bedpost
  • otp: kick drum beating in my chest
  • otp: let me tear you to pieces
  • otp: let your body get a tolerance
  • otp: let's meet in the purgatory of my hips
  • otp: like a moth getting trapped in the light
  • otp: love never wanted me but i took it anyway
  • otp: make it easy say i never mattered
  • otp: make june feel like september
  • otp: maybe i'm a piece of art
  • otp: my conscience called in sick again
  • otp: my heart is a grenade and you pulled the pin
  • otp: nothing comes as easy as you
  • otp: now you're just a problem for someone else to fix
  • otp: one foot in your bedroom one foot out the door
  • otp: out of every miscalculation you have got to be my favorite
  • otp: pawnshop heart trading up
  • otp: put your venom in me
  • otp: remember me as i was not as i am
  • otp: say my name and his in the same breath
  • otp: seasons change but people don't
  • otp: setting fire to the sky
  • otp: shoot the sunshine into my veins
  • otp: should have left our love in the gutter where we found it
  • otp: something makes my chest stir
  • otp: strike a match and i'll burn you to the ground
  • otp: take our tears and put them on ice
  • otp: teach you a lesson in the worst kind of way
  • otp: the best of us can find happiness in misery
  • otp: the best part of believe is the lie
  • otp: the home wrecker with the heart of gold
  • otp: the lies just won't stop slipping
  • otp: the person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger
  • otp: the rhythm of the rain keeps time
  • otp: the sweetness never lasts
  • otp: the truth catches up with us eventually
  • otp: there's chemicals keeping us together
  • otp: this is the road to ruin
  • otp: trade all my tomorrows for just one yesterday
  • otp: trying to forget everything that isn't you
  • otp: turn off the lights and turn off the shyness
  • otp: we do it in the dark with smiles on our faces
  • otp: we don't fight fair
  • otp: we never stood a chance
  • otp: we only do it for the scars and stories
  • otp: we walk the plank on a sinking ship
  • otp: we're friends when you're on your knees
  • otp: we're the beginning of the end
  • otp: we're the things that love destroys
  • otp: we've been doomed from the start
  • otp: welcome to the demolition derby that is my heart
  • otp: when they made me they broke the mold
  • otp: wherever i go trouble seems to follow
  • otp: why can you read me like no one else can?
  • otp: would you mind if i sat next to you and watched you smile?
  • otp: you and i were fireworks that went off too soon
  • otp: you are my favorite what if
  • otp: you are the dreamer and we are the dream
  • otp: you can get what you want but it's never enough
  • otp: you can wear the crown but you're no princess
  • otp: you get scared when you look at me
  • otp: you got me all fucked up on love
  • otp: you were my versailles at night
  • otp: you were the last good thing
  • otp: you were the song stuck in my head
  • otp: you wouldn't know a good thing if it came up and slit your throat
  • otp: you're appealing to emotions that i simply do not have
  • otp: you're the only place that feels like home
  • otp: your best kept secret and biggest mistake
  • otp: you’re the antidote to everything except for me
And you’re going to say that you can’t do this anymore, like the waves just keep crashing and you’re just another pile of rocks that take the beating. Unable to get away, trapped by boundaries, and restricted to feel anything but the great blue sea of repeat after me you’re nothing but worthless, but the truth is– you’re not. And I’m going to tell you why. The why. Every letter of the why. W for Weight. You keep your weight down because they called you fat once. You don’t look pretty because you don’t feel pretty, that’s the thin line, right? A thigh gap to fill your insecurities, but repeat after me– they don’t know pretty until they’ve stayed up as late as you. They don’t know pretty until they’ve looked into the mirror with tears falling while you’re crying for help– crying isn’t pretty, no. But your trying. The very act of surviving your surge of fears. The he’s coming back to get me. I can’t do this alone. I can’t do this anymore. I just want it to go away. I’m tired of this life. The w is why I love you. The weight you’ve put into my smiling, the beginning of the why is that I love that you’re never going to fall back down just because the weight of this shit is too heavy. You are the why. H for Hope. Even though you stay up late to drink your perfections away because they once said that you’re nothing but a complete waste of time. Even though you take painkillers to kill pain that just won’t leave because we just can’t take it while it’s getting late… your eyes are heavy, but your soul just won’t let you sleep. You’re always in the worst mood, but even then… when you’re trying to calm me down, when you’re trying to make me smile even if you’re bleeding from your wrists, and when you’re trying to not be a writer but a few honest quotes about staying strong and keep going slips out… you’re the definition for hope that they don’t put into the dictionary. The fact that you’ve survived every noose must mean something. You’ve been close, you’ve edited those letters, you’ve rewritten, you’ve tried to press send– but they never make it to the inbox and you never really never, and you’re still fucking breathing. You’re still here. You’re still existing. You sill matter. That gives me that solid hope. That iron hope. That lava flow that’ll create fertile ground one day even if it’s impossible until a million years kind of hope. I know that deep inside of those scars, lodged into your brain… there sleeps a person that’ll break out. A person that’s going to smile one day. A genuine one. You are dying, we all are… but Shane also said, you are not dead. So keep on trying. It does matter. And that darling… that’s the h. You are my hopeful. You are my hopes and dreams, so before you rip into your skin again, know that you are loved. You do matter. You’re going to survive this too. All of it. You are living in the middle of this heart attack at a such a young age, your youth isn’t faded yet… you’re just an old bandaid that needs to be removed, beneath that though… the scab will heal. You will heal. And the last part of the why. The last thing is and will always be you. You’re not much of anything from what you’ve been telling me. You don’t feel like you’re going to make it by the end of this week. I’ve been listening to your struggles for half a year and you’re still here and I’m still listening. I’m a really shitty friend. I don’t give out much but more poetry. I write really fast, so if the weather is grey, at least my poetry is consistent. And yeah, our feelings are busted, but that heart of yours just won’t die out. You don’t know anything about a u-turn, you just know how to keep going. I know that time heals all wounds, and fuck, it’s taking so damn long… but if it’s any consolation… some constellations are never seen if the lights are on because of the monsters underneath our bed, some thoughts creep into our smile– you never learned how to laugh without a shy curve to it, you never learned how to love without breaking with your own heart, and you never learned how to be gentle without the rough… that just goes to say– life has fucked you over more than ten times, but you’re still resolved. Whether you like it or not, whether you admit it or not… you are the why. The weight of your hope keeps me sane and if it means anything at all… I’m glad that you didn’t send me those suicide letters. I’m happy that I don’t have to send it to that one friend. I’m thankful that you’re still here… and yes, you’re struggling, but if you had an easy life, if your parents loved you, if that guy never ruined you, and if those scars weren’t all over your body… you might not be as brave as you are, you’re a flower that still tries to bloom even after being removed from the soil and even after the drought, and even after the crying and even after the dying– you’re alive. My dear, that must mean something. I don’t know why you’ve been tested so often, but if you’re still trying, I have to believe that life is worth every damn battle. Your smile has been through wars, but indeed– you’re still smiling. Best days, bad days, shit. You’ve been through some things, and I’m so damn proud of you for putting up with it. And although they don’t call you pretty behind your back. And yeah, so what? You speak your fucking mind. And yeah, you’re not perfect… but at least you made it this far. At least you know the why. And at least one day, you’ve got a story to tell.
—  This is the why.

I’m a few days late, but this whole tumult over @knightinironarmor‘s post finally drove home why so much Tony critique falls flat to me: it’s almost all seated in ableism/mentalism and is therefore invalid right out the gate.

Some notes before I get started:

1. I’m going to stick to responding to the posts that Nat herself responded to; if I branched out from there, I’d be here all night, I don’t doubt.

2. I’m also going to stick to the MCU, because that’s the context of the original post. All the gate-keepy “been reading comics for x years and I therefore know more than you” nonsense has not only already been addressed but is irrelevant in a discussion about MCU Tony.

3. I’m not a psychologist or LSW or otherwise formally educated in psychological analysis. I do, however, have both generalized depression and anxiety and therefore have firsthand experience with unhealthy thought patterns and how those can manifest, as well as how neurotypical/mentally healthy people can interpret and react to those manifestations in ways that aren’t necessarily constructive or well-informed.

4. I admittedly have not read the post in full, but Nat herself addressed quite a bit of this in her own response to some of this commentary, especially the nature of altruism. I swear I’m gonna read the whole thing soon, and I highly recommend that y’all do, too~

So – the TL;DR version is that Fandom needs to work on not conflating mental illness with character flaws. For more of my thoughts and observations on the subject, read on.

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sociopath-with-a-heart  asked:

hi, i really love your poems and writing! i wondered what preparations you do before starting to write your novel, do you just start writing with little preparation or do you make a list of every scene you want to enclude or something else? i have this idea for a story myself, but i'm scared to start writing because i'm afraid i'll lose my motivation when i'm stuck somewhere or have some difficulties... anyway, thanks and i hope you have a lovely day!

There are a lot of ways to start a novel, or any project, and I think everyone has an own way of going into it actually. So I don’t say my way is the right one, you should experiment until you find out what you find most comfortable. I for example, found out that I work better if I start with a general plan before I just go all in. So I usually go for a six steps plan for all my works (edits, art, fanfics, poetry and novel writing).

Step one: The idea.
I always start with the idea, be it small or bigger. I plan the concept, the genre, the atmosphere before I start with anything else. I make notes about general things I want to include or general things I need to do researches about and I go picture hunting. These pictures are usually just to get the mood of the project - sometimes I find book recs and I even read these to get a better feeling: like for my fanfic Murderer’s Maze I knew I wanted a horror/crime fanfic with Tom Riddle as the psychopath so I searched for some pictures to get the mood right and found book recs for psychopathy so I put them on my to read list asap.

Step two: The characters.
This is actually the most fun part in my projects. I chose the characters carefully and decide which will be main protagonists, which will be second and which will just be passing by. I flesh them out, I give them life. I make moodboards or doodle them and search pictures to make them come alive. I make pinterest boards for them (not on my ibuzoo account but on my personal account) and I sometimes save pictures in folders to have them handy. I make meme games in their names, playlists on itunes, etc. Then I start to write scenes with them. Just short ones, not bigger than 200 or 500 word drabbles to get a general feeling for them, to know their language, the way they walk or the way they feel. I always try to give the characters an own voice when writing them, even in fanfiction.

Step three: The first draft.
With my general idea and my characters on board, I try to flesh out the story as much as I can. I start to make plot points and turning points and scenes that need to happen. I try to connect all points and flesh out what misses. That’s hard sometimes, especially if you have a hole between some scenes that you can’t connect immediatly. If that happens I just leave that scene be and work on something else. I do timelines to keep track of all characters and days that are passing. I make notes and more notes and lists with things I want to add, things I might add or even tiny details like what job some random character has that only shows up once in the whole story. I make notes for more researches and details to add. Sometimes I find some inspiration in random posts and pictures. Then I try to write the first draft in a linear one-document tale so I have a good synopsis of what happens in the story.

Step four: The researches. 
With a good draft I start to do my researches. I have to say I do researches excessively. I read books and visit free lectures - I once visited an autopsy room and talked with a pathologist just to know what his job is like. I search hours on the web and sometimes phone around just to get the correct informations. Researches are the longest, hardest and most intensive things I do for writing and I never stop at the first answer I get but I always look if there is more to find. There’s a lot of details I’m adding during this process too.

Step five: Scheduling.
After I’ve done all the other steps I know exactly where I want my story to head and what I want to include. So I start to plan it. I admit I never start writing without having everything planned out. At first I start with planning the whole story - how many chapters? How many words roughly? What narration form? 
Next I start to plan chapter by chapter: what characters will be leading the chapter? What will happen in it? What do I need to include? What hints to I need to give?Sometimes you feel if something is still missing - or if something is simply too much. Try to listen to your gut and drop it if it simply doesn’t fit. Don’t try to hang onto something because you loved the idea so much - it’s all about telling the story in the end. 

Last step: Writing.
When everything is done my project usually just needs to be written. This is actually the most tricky point. People easily run into a writer’s block because they used already so much energy that they don’t have any left for writing anymore. Good thing with these steps is, that you can actually write whatever scene you want because you already know how everything’s gonna plan out. I never do that however, I always write chronologically because I just have a better feeling for the story if I grow with it together. Fear of losing your motivation should never stop you from writing. There are lots of tips to come back into the mood again - and sometimes you just need a break and start with a fresh mind. 

Song lyric inspired Sentence Starters (Ke$ha edition)
  • "I always knew you were a bad boy."
  • "You used to be what I would live for."
  • "Watch your back."
  • "I wish I'd known from the start."
  • "I'll string you up to have some fun."
  • "There's not enough room for you and for me."
  • "You better run 'cause there's gonna be some hell to pay."
  • "I was dancing with the dark."
  • "You better get yourself a gun."
  • "Listen to yourself, you're a hot mess."
  • "What's it gonna take to confess?"
  • "We both know."
  • "Now your little party is gonna end."
  • "Here we go."
  • "And now some shit's about to go down."
  • "You really should've kept it in your pants."
  • "I never thought that you would be the one."
  • "Maybe you shouldn't kiss and tell."
  • "I'm hearing dirty stories from your friends."
  • "You're looking like a tool not a baller."
  • "I can find someone way hotter."
  • "You weren't smart enough to keep your stupid mouth shut."
  • "I'm so sick of it.."
  • "I've had enough!"
  • "I hope you know you gotta go."
  • "You said you want a ride, you're gonna get it."
  • "I need a quick fix."
  • "Only thing on is the radio."
  • "Give it up and let's go."
  • "We got chemistry, damn it, it hurts."
  • "Look what you do to me."
  • "We're steaming up the windows."
  • "No better place for you and me to be alone."
  • "I feel you on my skin."
  • "You got my heart racing."
  • "Pull over quick!"
  • "C'mon let's cause a scene."
  • "We gonna do it now."
  • "C'mon let's do it."
  • "There's a party at a rich dude's house if ya wanna go."
  • "No, we are not on the list."
  • "No, we don't give a shit."
  • "C'mon get naked."
  • "Party till the break of dawn."
  • "I threw up in the closet."
  • "But I don't care."
  • "We're young and we're broke."
  • "I think I'm still drunk."
  • "The sun is coming up."
  • "I got drunk and totally lost it."
  • "Here we go."
  • "Welcome to my funeral."
  • "Without you I don't even have a pulse."
  • "All alone."
  • "It's dark and cold."
  • "With every move I die."
  • "Nobody can save my soul."
  • "I am so delusional."
  • "I have destroyed our love, it's gone."
  • "Payback is sick."
  • "It's all my fault."
  • "Just fighting to get through the night."
  • "I'm fading."
  • "I'm broken inside."
  • "I've wasted the love of my life."
  • "I'm losing it."
  • "When did I become such a hypocrite?"
  • "Lies that you caught me in."
  • "Trust me, I'm paying for it."
  • "I'm just a zombie."
  • "Who I am, is not who I want to be."
  • "I'm such a tragedy."
  • "I'm dancing with tears in my eyes."
  • "This is it."
  • "You're really gone this time."
  • "Never thought I'd be in pieces left behind."
  • "You don't wanna mess with us."
  • "Tonight, we're going hard."
  • "We'll be forever young."
  • "I'm so sick of being serious."
  • "I'm making my brain delirious."
  • "I ain't coming back."
  • "Trying to get a little bit tipsy~"
  • "Ain't got a care in the world."
  • "And now the dudes are lining up."
  • "I'm already here."
  • "You build me up."
  • "You break me down."
  • "You got me with my hands up."
  • "You got me now."
  • "There's a place downtown where the freaks all come around."
  • "It's a dirty free-for-all."
  • "When the dark of night comes around."
  • "That's the time."
  • "I'll regret it in the morning."
  • "There's a place I know if you're looking for a show."
  • "Now we're getting so smashed."
  • "It's a filthy hot mess."
  • "Gonna get faded."
  • "I'm not the designated driver."
  • "We don't need a key."
  • "We get in for free."
  • "Now you're one of us."
  • "You're coming with me."
  • "It's time to kill the lights."
  • "Tonight we're taking over."
  • "No one's getting out."
  • "This place about to blow."
  • "Now what?"
  • "We get what we want."
  • "We do what you don't."
  • "We're pretty and sick."
  • "We're young and we're bored."
  • "It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out."
  • "I couldn't find someone last night."
  • "I went alone."
  • "I was too young to get in."
  • "I stood by the back door."
  • "I saw him."
  • "Is that really you?"
  • "He's like a god."
  • "Wasted too much precious time."
  • "I wasn't good enough for them."
  • "I almost died."
  • "I still can't believe that."
  • "Did you make out with a rockstar?"
  • "Now look here what we all found out."
  • "You have got a set of loose lips."
  • "You're jealous."
  • "I know exactly what you're all about."
  • "You're such a backstabber."
  • "You're such a shit talker."
  • "I'm sick and tired."
  • "Maybe you should shut your fucking mouth."
  • "I think it's kinda funny."
  • "Got me feeling kinda special."
  • "You're looking like a lunatic."

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James and Lily go to a concert

I know these are taking a really long time. I know. 

“This is never going to work. This is never going to work!” 

James rolls his eyes and thwacks Peter’s arm, shushing him hurriedly. “Of course it’s going to work,” he hisses. “If you shut up.” 

Sirius nods in agreement. “Maybe it would work better if we leave you outside, Pete. Put a sock in it.” 

Remus, at the back, raises an eyebrow. “I think he has a point. This probably isn’t going to work.” 

James and Sirius shush the other two boys with movements so identical, it’s a little scary. 

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time for the annual call out of the hetalia fandom for all the shit only it and no other fandom does

because these all make such a huge difference in the way the fandom operates and incites such meaningful and life changing conversation, i thought i’d make my own contribution

edit: this is in no way shape or form sarcasm

-holy shit everybody has just so much control over the twelve year olds who just learned what penises are they are definitely representative of the entire fandom without a doubt. it is such a small fandom after all that it has to be the case.

-well fuck my titties i just learned that there are people who don’t agree with the ships i ship. quick better come up with a 100% valid reason why they are terrible people for liking it. incest and abuse are triggering enough for people to buy, right? i’ve certainly never seen a character’s age or circumstances changed for a ship to work, that would be simply ridiculous

-wow some pussyfarts just don’t respect history. it’s a good thing the show never ever makes light of any serious events in the past or i might get upset. i legit cried the last time told me “bush did 9/11” so there better not be anything remotely to do with any tragedies in the fandom

-wait, wait, you’re telling me assholes exist? all over the world? surely not. i’ve only ever seen that happen in this fandom. nobody else ever has tried to bully something over something trivial

-hm, it also seems that several items of fan made content are quite popular. that’s not good. nothing should be popular ever when there are a lot of content creators. because then nobody cares about those losers on tumblr getting thousands and thousands of notes and honestly that’s upsetting

-it’s either no gays or no straights. i can’t really make up my mind. also nothing to do with personal shipping opinions obviously the whole fandom is in agreement about every sexuality ever. what the fuck’s a bisexual?

-characters being changed to fit a person’s perception? never heard of it ever. no other fandom has committed such an unforgivable sin. we must pay with our very lifeblood

to make a long story short, hetalia is bad and if you like it you are a bad human being that should feel bad. ignore my halfhearted concession that any tiny percentage could even remotely decent, i just did that to save face. good thing that i am nothing remotely close to a hypocrite and have never done anything on this list ever.

this is going to blow people’s mind’s when they realize once again that something they’re interested in may not be perfect. i can’t wait for this post to make the fandom great again cuz people just love it when you post stuff like this in their shipping tags

Preference #87: THAT Picture

Jack: You walked into the office as usual, seeing everybody working away on laptops and computers with headphones on as if the world didn’t exist. Hardly anybody noticed you walk in the room at the beginning. Not even your boyfriend, editing his newest video with his headphones over his ears. You smiled, creeping up on his slowly until you quickly tapped his shoulder. He jumped a little with a head turn, instantly smiling at the sight of you. ‘Hey beautiful,’ He grinned, removing his headphones, 'How’s your Mum?’ You normally went to see your mother on Wednesdays, since it’s her only day off, but Jack always worked out a way into not coming along. 'She’s fine. Complained about work, a few friends, and her new boyfriend. I think they’re going to break up soo…Jack…’ 'Yeah? What’s wrong?’ 'Why is that here?’ You saw a highly familiar photo sitting on Jack’s desk in the corner. Set in a black frame was a photo of you posed on your bed quite provocatively, dressed in black lingerie. Jack looked at the picture, he smiled, 'Oh yeah, I forgot this was here. Yeah, I put it on my desk.’ 'Where other people can see it?!’You whispered. 'Oh Y/N, don’t worry. They don’t care.’ 'You look lovely!’ Gregg, a new editor in the office said nearby. 'Yeah, you have a nice figure,’ Agreed Finn. You looked at Louis next, who simply hid behind his laptop. You blushed, taking the picture off the desk and storming out with it under your jacket. You really hated Jack sometimes.

Finn: It was his wallpaper. Yes, a photo of you half naked was his desktop wallpaper. Whenever he opened his laptop, the first thing people see is you in a corset and panties sucking seductively on a lollipop. You hated seeing it every time he opened the laptop. You only hoped he didn’t open it in front of people. You soon found out, he did and often. 'Baby! Why would you have that?’ You asked, bringing him into the kitchen whilst a get together went on in the next room. 'Because I love you and that’s my favorite picture of you,’ He reasoned. 'Finn! That was supposed to be private!’ 'Well, it’s not like I posted the fucking thing all over twitter! I have it on my private laptop, that’s privately locked with a password that’s private and that I only privately know and the only reason people see it is because they privatelyhappen to see it.’ You hated it when he treated you like you were overreacting. 'So, you’re telling me if I had a picture of you in your boxers, you wouldn’t mind? It wouldn’t bother you in the least if I just had it plastered on my desktop like no big deal?’ 'No, it wouldn’t. Matter of fact, why don’t I take one for you and you can put it up?’ 'Good. I think I will. Why don’t you privately take a picture of it and I can privately do it?’ 'Okay, now you’re just mocking me.’ 'Damn fucking right I am. Take it down, Harries, or I’ll take YOU down.’

Dan: You never expected him to have that sort of picture there. Completely out in the open, clear as day, underneath a fucking lamp where people could just chance a glance at it. You didn’t mind it much before…until fans noticed it in one of his videos and started making zoomed in pictures. Dan told you not to worry since a lot of the pictures came out pixilated and blurry. You worried anyways. People knew what you looked like semi-nude! 'Dan, seriously…just put that somewhere else,’ You told him. He shook his head, 'No. I’ve moved it around the apartment four times because YOU weren’t happy where it was.’ 'Because I didn’t expect you to fucking frame me half-naked in a towel and put it on the end tables!’ 'It’s a nice picture of you. Your smile, your eyes, and your hair all wet like that. You look gorgeous, babe. Why wouldn’t I frame it?’ 'Uh, because I’m naked!’ 'Half-naked’ 'Whatever! Naked is naked!’ 'You know what?’ He stuck the frame in a drawer and shut it, 'There. Problem solved. Happy now?’ 'A little.’ 'I’ll just frame that picture of you with cake all over your face and put that instead.’ 'No!’

Phil: You waited in his bedroom while he changed into some clothes for the party tonight. You hadn’t been snooping around his bedroom or anything, but your eyes happened to catch it. You normally expected Phil to keep things like this a secret. But no, the photo of you in your bra and panties, lying on your hotel bed, was flat out on top of Phil’s dresser for people to see..  'Phil?’ You called him while he dried off from his shower in the bathroom. 'Yeah?’ 'Why is this picture here?!’ You heard him go silent in the confides of the bathroom, but then say, 'Because I really like it. Why? Does it…Do you want me to take it down?’ 'A bit, yeah.’ You didn’t want to be a complete bitch about it because nobody really comes into his bedroom and he’s allowed to have what he likes. Though, thinking that people could see it if they took a good look around bothered you, 'Just put it in the drawer…by my bed.’

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You're the clumsiest person I know for newtina because we all know newt had trip over himself while working in his suitcase more times than he can count that dork

Newt Scamander makes Tina think of those ordinary No-Maj creatures she’s only read about in books, chameleons (no doubt he’d give a dozen wizarding examples of creatures with a similar power, but magical creatures are a bit thin on the ground in New York City, thank god). She vaguely remembers the textbook saying that chameleons change color to blend in with their surroundings, move slowly, have quick tongues–alright the comparison ends there, because that goes down roads she can’t begin to think about. 

The point is, people only see what Newt wants them to see–a gangly, skinny man with a mop of red hair, interacting with the rest of the world like he doesn’t truly inhabit it, with a distracted, absentminded air that she strongly suspects he cultivates deliberately. That must’ve gotten him out of trouble quite a bit over in that fancy English school of his, his look of who, me? and I had no idea that would happen but it’s perfectly fine I have it under control, to which Tina Goldstein says, ha and ha and bloody HA! again. The only thing Newt has control over is his animals and he’d deny it violently and give you a three hour long lecture about how that went totally against the notion of protecting and ensuring the safety of his creatures if you accused him of it (she’s made that mistake already). But Newt is not–he is not merely abstracted and distant, swanning through the world like all is a fine meadow and he’s just walking along, minding his own business. No, to think that is to set yourself up for being caught, tripped up by an observation as sudden and as unexpected as…well…a dragon in the subways of Manhattan. 

Tina can’t entirely suppress this, even though she knows better, the instinct to protect him, shield him, a older sister protective instinct, even though her feelings for Newt are most certainly not older-sisterly. “Gee, I’d hope not,” says Queenie lightly, catching the thought once. “That’d be real awkward Teen.”

“Stay out of my head,” Tina grumbles, though she might as well tell winters in New York not to be horrendous, the house elf Red not to make awful jokes, or the sun not to rise. “You know how it is.”

Queenie shrugs, lightly flicking her wand through the motions of making stew for the two of them. “He don’t quite love her like that, you know. Not now. It’s all muddled in his head, like yarn all tangled up, like when you try to knit your socks. But he looks at you and all the tangles get smoothed out…or made worse, dependin’ on what you say to him.” 

“Queenie,” says Tina tiredly, this conversation a threadbare hat between them, “you can’t be telling me what’s in other people’s heads. They should have the luxury of privacy.”

“Like I should have the luxury of not carryin’ other people’s thoughts?” says Queenie, though still gently, still sweetly and that makes it worse, somehow.

Tina sighs, gets up, puts her hands on her sister’s shoulders. “I’m sorry,” she says gently, “I don’t mean to be mad. Just–it’s no good thinking about what’s never gonna happen, you know? He’s in England now, and I’m an Auror over here. And Madame Seraphine might curse him if he ever comes back to New York again.”

Queenie sends Tina a sidelong glance. “They got Aurors in England too, you know.” 

“Don’t start,” Tina says and Queenie shrugs and doesn’t. They don’t bring it up again.   


Newt Scamander shows up in New York again, with his ever-present suitcase, this time with an unbreakable (so he swears) returning charm on it and a find-it-again spell he says he learned in China. “Fascinating wizards, the Chinese,” he tells Tina earnestly, seeming able to completely ignore the dark glowers he is getting from almost literally every other being, including the goblins and house elves, in the MACUSA building. “Far more advanced than any of the wizards in Britain, picky about who they teach, but I convinced them with some of the Swooping Evil potion I’ve developed and–”

Tina hauls him out of the office before someone starts flinging hexes, Lord knows she’s overheard enough people muttering about it, if that skinny no good snobby British guy shows his face here ever again and she’s flung her own hexes in return, in defense of Newt (not that she’d admit it). “Did you finish your book?” she asks him, tugging him along, as seems to be their habit. “Do I get a copy of it now?” she says, trying to imitate Queenie’s way with lightness, with easiness, like she’s never heard of anything so fascinating in her life, what the other guy has to say (admittedly, Tina’s always been rubbish at this and frankly, she doubts Newt would notice).  

Seemingly entirely without thought or notice, Newt shakes his head and swings out of the way of a pair on construction walking by, their lunch pails dangling from their hands. “Watch where you’re going pal,” yells the taller one and Tina snaps back, “Same to you mister,” inflecting the word with as much sarcasm as she can, only to turn around and watch Newt collide directly with a light pole. Tina resists the urge to cover her eyes with her hand, or get out one of the handkerchiefs Queenie always insists she carries every where and spit on it, dabbing at the smudges on Newt’s face like she’s turned into her mother or something (she will not entertain the notion, she will not). 

“How can you wrangle Nifflers and Thunderbirds and still brain yourself on a pole?” she asks, gently guiding him to the relative safety of the side of a building. She gets out of her handkerchief anyhow, gives it to him after murmuring a discreet soothing charm on it. “You have got to be the clumsiest person I know.”

“Camouflage,” says Newt, taking her hankie and pressing it to his forehead, the lace edging Queenie sewed on fluttering against his hair. “Lulling them into a false sense of security, you know.” 

“Yeah, you’re a real terror,” says Tina dryly, smiling despite herself and the look Newt shoots out at her from under his bangs is…weirdly intent. 

“I should hope I would never be considered a terror by you, Auror Goldstein,he says seriously. “That would–that would be most unpleasant.”

English understatement, Tina thinks, with that weird paradox of her heart both swelling up and being squeezed in her chest. “After everything we’ve been through, Mr. Scamander, you’re not even on the lists of things that scare me.”

His smile is a flash here and gone, like heat lightning in the summer. “I am here in New York to talk to a publisher,” he says. “But for you–I brought this.” 

He reaches into his ever-present midnight blue coat of his and pulls something out of the inner pocket in the lining, a hardback book with a verdant cover and golden vines embellishing the spine and the title: Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. 

Oh,” says Tina faintly, seeing the words she once said in feeble joke staring back at her, so much grander and lovelier than she could’ve imagined them. “It’s–it’s–”

“You don’t mind?” he asks with sudden anxiousness. “About the title? You summed it up perfectly, I didn’t think to ask you, I should’ve sent an owl or something–”

“No, no,” Tina says hurriedly, already clutching the book to her heart like it’s gold, “No, it’s lovely, it’s…it’s perfect. Thank you.”

His shoulders relax, his posture goes loose–looser, she means. “That’s the first English edition,” he says, gesturing to the book. “The first one they printed. If–if you like I’ll get you the first American copy too.”

“I–I would like that,” Tina says, looking back at him, her heart a wild creature in her chest, he could touch her and it might go completely still under his hand. 

He does touch her–no more than a hesitant offer of his arm which she takes, as delicately as if she’s some society lady, not the half-blood daughter of Polish-Jewish immigrants, who fought and scrapped her way through school and work like it might be taken from her at any moment. And her heart does steady under Newt’s hand, and his pulse goes wild under her touch like a creature of myth chasing light. They walk down the streets of New York like any other young couple, but the air and the light treats them just a little differently, just a little gentler around them, magic leaking out and shifting the world by degrees, the smallest indications of what they can’t say yet–but will, if Tina has any say about it.           


Requisromanticism is a form of aromanticism, or the lack of romantic attraction. Requisromanticism, specifically, is an aromantic spectrum or arospec identity reserved for neurodivergent and physically disabled people only. You might be requisromantic if you feel your mental illness or disability has caused or has somehow influenced your ability to experience romantic attraction

Essentially: Are you aromantic? Are you disabled? Do you have a mental illness or use the spoon theory? Have you said yes to one or more of these things? Requis might be for you.

Requis occurs when your disability interferes with your ability to feel romantic attraction (for example you may have been alloromantic or somewhere else on the arospec before becoming disabled or nd) For me, when I look for the ‘romantic love’ tiny me used to foster crushes all I find is a feeling of emptyness, a void my mind interprets as a dusty cement hole in the wall filled with spiderwebs and small rocks.

While not everyone may get such a clear picture or impression Requisromanticism is the result of emotional exhaustion- what’s more exhausting than chronic pain? Hallucinations making you second guess yourself? Depression numbing every emotion, not just romantic love. Disability comes with the possibility of a lifetime of being stuck in a body or with a brain that doesn’t work the way everyone else’s seems to.

The energy that you might have once used to experience romantic attraction is moved or budgeted to somewhere else that needs more energy. Romance is described in novels and movies to be the most important thing in many peoples lives. For people who need that energy to go towards feeding themselves.. well they might disagree a little bit.

For people with fluctuating conditions, or conditions that get better or worse may find that on easier days they can feel more romantic emotions- for example last year I thought I may be quoiro. Now with another 12 months of time to worsen my conditions I can’t feel anything when I scrabble at that little cement hole. People that recover may become alloromantic because their emotional exhaustion is gone, or that they may fit somewhere new on the arospec

Requisromanticism, while it may only be for people who have disabilities, isn’t a gate-keeping identity- if you have a mental illness or chronic condition, even if it’s a slight one, and you want to use requisromanticism you absolutely can! It’s for everybody with health problems, not just the ones ‘bad enough’ to warrant a special name. Seriously- we’re all in this together!

If you need anything clarified or perhaps you want some more information added to the post drop me an ask and I’ll do my best to make sure you understand. 

If you’re not disabled or perhaps want to look into a few more identities here’s a few excellent aromantic blogs to check out

@arospecawarenessweek​ and their amazing glossary

@shades-of-grayro​ and their glossary

Here is a link for how to join a skype group comprised of aromantic people if you want to talk :)

and my askbox is always open for anybody that wants to talk about identities/disability or any mix of the two 


Deep Blue \\\ Luke Hemmings Imagine

Description: Lazy mornings with Luke were always filled with caring words and impossible plans, but on that specific one, his planning went a little too far, a little to high and a little to close to the altar.

Word count: 1881.

Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in.
Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms.


He was an ocean. That was all I could think while resting myself over him as if he was part of the mattress of the bed, listening with little interest as he went on and on about his plans for the week or the way my hair would look under the morning sun. Even though that was not our first lazy morning by any means, every time I woke up by his side I’d still find myself lost on his eyes, his face, the love leaking from every corner of him and making my chest warm.

My chin seemed to have found the exact spot to rest over my hands on his chest, and my eyes would close for long minutes while I listened to his heartbeat. Whenever I looked into his eyes, the ups and downs of us both were too the ocean, and the inhaling and exhaling of ours lungs felt like sailing. In and out, calmly, I’d breathe along with him, trying my best to keep myself conscious so I could look directly into his deep blue irises as we talked about anything and everything.

And in the second it took me to once again listen to his heartbeat, that was mine in so many ways, I could feel his voice surrounding me with such easy that my own heart couldn’t help but skip a beat. That was the thing about dating Luke: my body understood every little detail about us even before I could think about it and react accordingly, making me all flustered in the process (it was an effect exclusively caused by the one Luke Hemmings).

“I’m sorry, what did you just say?”, I lift my face up, resting my body on my elbows so I could look at him better, absorbing his every detail, his every line. My face’s one of pure doubt.

“I wanna marry you”.

And I just stare silently at him for another minute, my mind completely blank. Everything I can see is the deep blue and the me-and-him-for-all-of-eternity that we are supposed to be. His smile shines so big and bright that I feel dizzy, completely taken back by the world and the way it seemed to be spinning very, very quickly right now. I suddenly close my mouth, not even noticing it had fell open before.

“You wanna… marry me?”

“Yeah. Marriage. Me, you, an altar, some rings. All of that”.

“Yeah… We can’t get married”.

“Why not?”, he seems genuinely confused, and my eyes get a little wild.

“We’re too young. And we’ve been together for like six months, that’s too little time for you to decide you want to marry me”.

“What are you talking about?”, he asks, his face completely puzzled now. “Next month it’ll be a year since we started dating, and that’s just for going official”.

“Still not enough time”.

“It’s more than enough for me to know that I want to stay with you forever. And I really, really want that”.

I blink, hating how much Luke’s always able to simplify everything. And the worst part is that he looks so sure of what he’s saying that I usually end up agreeing with him. But not this time. This is too big of a step to be taken on a whim, on a lazy morning, under the still weak sunlight and with a groggy and tired voice.

“It’s not that simple, Luke”.

“Sure it is. This is the important part. What else do we need but the will to be together?”

“Just for starters, we have never even shared the same roof for more than a few weeks. What if living together actually make us hate each other? Or if we discover that we can’t stand each other’s habits? Like the way you make a mess on the closet every morning looking for a shirt or when you leave the damn wet towel on the bedroom floor every time you shower. And even you, you could wake up one day and notice that you hate the way I need to have all the mugs turned down and with their wings turned to the right or I’ll get crazy”.

“We’ll learn how to deal with those things as we go, baby. This is a perfectly normal adjusment every newly wed couple has to go through. It’s no big deal, I promise”.

“Don’t act all mature husband on me, Luke. You have absolutely no idea what a newly wed couple has to deal with, because as far as I know you have never been married".

And he laughs, lacing his fingers with your absently.

“No, I have never. I was waiting for you, obviously”.

You ignore him.

“And with all the touring and stuff, you never got to really meet my family! What if my mom hates you? Even worse, what if you hate my mom? Or if you get into a petty fight with my sister, or can’t understand why my brother is so special? What if you hate granny?”

What if you hurt me? I don’t say, but both of us know that those are the words that are hidden underneath my panic. They throb, pulsating, trying to escape between my other fears. My other excuses.

“You’re just trying to find an easy way out of this, baby. I like your parents and they like me too. Granted, skyping is not the same as actually meeting them, but we’ll get there. It’s not like we’re going to get married without them, anyway. I’m not in that much of a hurry”. I bite my bottom lip, uncertain. “We’ll be just fine, Y/N. I’m good with parents, I promise. I’m shy and clumsy, sure, but I love you and I’ll show them that. And if they don’t approve of us, we’ll deal with it. Together, just like we dealt with everything else over the last year. I promise I’m not leaving or hurting you. I would never”.


“You don’t have to be afraid of us”.

“Sure I do. This is a huge step, Luke. Of course I’m afraid. You’re terrifying me”.

“You have this nasty habit of making a problem out of everything, Y/N. But this is not a problem, I promise. I love you, and that’s just the natural progression of things”.

“I don’t know about that”.

“Don’t be childish. You’re about to get married, for God’s sake”.

I pout my lips, offended for a minute. Then I let it go, because he’s right, as usual. Even though his friends are always picking on him for being the youngest among them and for having a older girlfriend - fioncée, my mind tries, and I shudder - Luke’s actually pretty mature and responsible. A bit messy, that’s true, but Liz did a good job with him. His head is on all the right places.

“It’s just that getting married”, I pronounce like it’s a deadly disease, and he smiles at me, clearly amused, “can make everything confusing. It could turn our little heaven into hell. I mean, you just have to take a good look at every other couple in the world. They all hate marriage, the compromising, the sacrifices. They talk so badly about it that I don’t want to walk on those same shoes. I don’t want to waste what we have, I don’t wanna ruin this”.

Because what we have is all I have, I silence again, but I know he can read it in my eyes. He knows how much I cherish what we share. He always knew. Luke has always been aware of the intensity that scared away so many others over the course of my twenty something years. Yet he held my hand, loved me in the dark, embraced my imperfections and chased away all my fears, taking on promises that he held true over all the time that we were together without as much as few bumps on the way.

He was intense for me, because I had no idea about how to be any other way, how to love any other way. But now that his piercing blue eyes are staring into my brown ones so lovingly and welcoming, I can only think that maybe I got everything wrong. Maybe he is the intense one, out of the both us. He smiles, as if he could read my mind, and my breath gets uneasy. Almost a year of dating and I still get to feel just as the innocent your girl I was when we met long ago, long before we even shared our first kiss.

“I’m not saying there won’t be rain, maybe even one or two complete storms, from time to time. That would be silly of me. They’ll happen and we’ll fight and scream and cry, but we’ll deal with that then, and we’ll get over it, just as we always have done. And I’m not saying that things won’t be different either. I mean, actually calling you my wife? It’ll change things forever. But it will still be same love between us, the same we’re feeling now. It’ll be just fine, you’ll see. It’ll be great”.

“But Luke…”, I try to start, but he places his fingers gently over my lips, shutting me up.

“I know it’s a bit scary. It’s normal to be hesitating, really. We’re pretty young, after all. But we love each other. And even if the world keeps trying to tell us the opposite, love is the simplest thing. It’s just as easy as breathing. We’re the ones who like to make it complicated”.

         I swallow my words, one by one, as he speaks. His voice is heaven, home, and it drips love in every word and breath inbetween them. And I just wanted love, anyway. I just wanted him. So, why shouldn’t I take it? Why should I hesitate when he offers me himself and forever, just as the way that I dreamt about?

“Ask again”, I say, simply, interrupting his never ending kind words. He blinks, lost for a moment.


“Ask again”, I repeat, a small smile taking form on my lips as I sit straight, my heart pounding against my chest almost painfully. His blue eyes light up when he catches up on what my request means, and I have never seen so much happiness in his deep blue before. It takes a heavy weigh out of my back, to be honest.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes, I’ll love you. Yes for a forever with you, yes, yes, yes”.

Luke takes a whole minute to drink in my words. Then he pushes me down, making me fall back over his body, my lips on his neck and my hands against his chest as we lay back in bed, laughing happily. His lips clash on mine with such a need and euphoria that I can’t help but sigh against him, my own chest feeling full and complete like never before. And his eyes are so happy, so calm and certain and deep, that I can see perfectly what he meant when he said we’re the ones that make loving complicated. Luke was right. Love was actually quite simple. Love was right there, where I was. Just between his arms. Forever.

Souharu Week Day 4: Fight

Something short.  Thanks to my sister for the idea.

Haru pushes the door open to their apartment, only to find Sousuke glowering at him with his arms crossed, looking as if he’s been waiting there for a while.

“Hey,” Haru greets disinterestedly, a single eyebrow raised.  Whatever has got Sousuke riled up probably isn’t worth his time when he has mackerel to cook.  He moves to step forward, but his boyfriend promptly blocks the way, eyes narrowed.  Haru huffs in annoyance and attempts to to slide under Sousuke’s arm, but the taller man stops him with his hip.   

“Aren’t you going to ask?” Sousuke bites out, mouth pressed into a firm scowl.

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Fic Rec Central UPDATED!

These are all the fics I reviewed in October! 

They’ve been added to the appropriate category(ies) in the Theme Rec: canon, friends to lovers, pining, PWP, fashion, fake boyfriends, supernatural, enemies to lovers, uni, time travel, musician, fics that made me cry, adventure, angst, crime, ABO, and banter


Taste of a Poison Paradise - REVIEW

Louis notices Harry’s mouth right away.

How Fast the Night Changes - REVIEW

“I’m sorry, Dominic. I’m-“ Harry tugs on his trousers again, finally getting them to slip over his arse. “I’m pretty sure my boyfriend would be opposed to me going on a date with someone else.”

Harry thinks he delivers the lie pretty convincingly but he doesn’t stop to check, reaching for the next shirt on his rack. Isn’t there supposed to be someone helping him with this?

Dominic stiffens at Harry’s words. “You have a boyfriend? Who is it?”

“That would be me,” an absolutely gorgeous man that Harry’s never seen in his life answers…

They Never Quite Leave - REVIEW

When Liam Payne inherited his great aunt’s mansion, he never expected it to be haunted. With the help of famous ghost hunters Harry and Niall, Liam is hoping to evict the ghost and sell the house once and for all.

There’s just one problem: Louis has been in that house for a hundred years, and he doesn’t much feel like leaving.

Alternatively; come for the ghost sex, stay for the feels.

Like You Hate Me - REVIEW

“You have poor taste for someone with the last name Styles,” he says, turning to show the back of his pants to Harry—the pants Harry had just stitched his name across last night to keep this type of thing from happening again.

Of course, he’s accomplished nothing but indirectly making himself pop a stiffy over Louis fucking Tomlinson.

The Impossible Now - REVIEW

A wish on Christmas Eve sends Louis to an alternate dimension where Harry is a member of One Direction.

Once Upon a Dream - REVIEW

Louis is psychic and gets caught in the middle of a murder investigation led by FBI Special Agent Harry Styles.

aka. the Medium/Criminal Minds-inspired AU no one ever asked for.

Cameras Flashing - REVIEW

With his breakout single platinum three times over and his second album still selling out in stores around the world, Louis Tomlinson has made it to the top. However, his position as Pop Heartthrob of the Decade is threatened by the edgier, more artistic Zayn, who happens to be releasing an album a week after Louis’ upcoming third. Louis needs something groundbreaking- scandalous, even- to push past him in the charts. Much to Louis’ dismay, his PR team calls in The Sexpert.

Consulting with PR firm Shady, Lane and Associates pays the bills so that Harry Styles can spend his down time doing what he really loves: poring over data. On weekends and late into the evenings, he researches gender, presentation, and sexual orientation, analysing the longitudinal study that is his father’s life’s work. That is, until his newest client, the popstar with the fascinating secret, drags him off his couch and frighteningly close to the spotlight.

As the album’s release date approaches, will Tomlinson and Styles be able to pull off the most risky PR scheme of the millennium and beat Zayn in sales or will the heat of their feelings for each other compromise everything?

and last but CERTAINLY not least, I want to give a huge shout out, thank you, and hug to every author, artist, and moderator involved with @30daysofsmut. You made October a FANTASTIC month, and gave so many people something wonderful and smutty to look forward to every day. Congratulations on your massive success, and I’ll be patiently (read: not patiently at all) waiting for the next edition :P 

If you haven’t checked it out or want to reread - Crave Me: The 30-Day Smut Challenge <3333