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whiterose-blackrose  asked:

Austisic!Peter and MJ. MJ knows Peter's autistic because of all the subtle things he does. Like, she's super observant and stuff so she knows when he's getting overstimulated or when he needs something to stim with. She doesn't mention it, but she has a shit ton of stim toys and super soft pieces of fabric in her bag (under all the books to kinda hide them). I love the idea that she knows he's Spiderman and she always gives Spider-Man something to stim with if she sees him.

the first time mj notices it is during their sophomore year of high school, when she’s watching him during band practice. she watches everyone, sometimes to draw them, sometimes so she can mimic them, sometimes just bc she feels like it. but she likes watching peter the most. he makes her head calm down a bit, like how it does when she listens to music or when she opens a brand new hardcover book.

he’s sitting there holding his triangle (what a nerd, who plays the triangle) looking focused on when exactly he should ring it. he’s tense all the time lately, and he’s always pulling ned aside to talk about “big bird” whoever that is. but then suddenly flash comes up behind him and plays the trumpet directly into peter’s ear. anyone would jump at that, and peter definitely jumps. but what catches mj’s eye is what happens when everyone is laughing, when peter sits down and people kind of stop focusing on him. he drops his triangle down and shakes out his wrist, he quickly hits his hand to the side of his head and closes his eyes really tightly.

it’s a familiar thing to look at. mj doesn’t hit herself, but she gets that urge sometimes when she’s trying to keep her meltdown at bay. when she can feel the sensory overload and the overstimulation trying to take her over and she wants to push it back down, and sometimes she’ll feel herself wanting to physically hit it.

she goes back to reading, but she only really begins paying attention to the plot of the book once peter appeared to calm down. then she felt calm again too. before they go she slips one of her stim toys into peter’s bag when he’s up putting away the triangle, and she doesn’t say anything when she sees him quietly playing with it the next day.

the second time she notices is late into their sophomore year towards the beginning of summer vacation. peter is sitting on the subway after class, probably on his way home. he’s seemed happier lately, it radiates off of him. apparently he got his stark internship back, and he’s even regularly coming to decathlon practice again. mj tells herself that she only cares about his decathlon attendance, she is the captain after all.

mj is sat behind him on the subway and she hears him muttering to himself. again, this is normal for anybody to do. but he’s writing in his notebook, and he’s making funny sounds. she peers over his shoulder and sees a bunch of formulas and spider doodles and science jargon and then leans back into her seat.

peter loves science. LOVES science. everybody knows that. they all go to a science school, but peter’s the only one she really knows who actually gets dreamy eyes when he talks about astrophysics and chemistry, and he can talk about it for hours. literally, hours. and right now it’s clear that his love for science is standing strong, he’s in his own little world right now. mj can hear him making happy squeaks and it feels familiar.

when she finds herself delighted she usually makes noises, happy trills and squeaks. neurotypical people give her funny looks when that happens, it’s annoying and rains on her parade. it isn’t as if she can even help it, and she doesn’t understand why it’s so weird. she tries to keep those noises in, but they still come out when she reads a particularly good passage in a book. and that seems to be what’s happening to peter. his shoulders tense everytime a happy warbled squeak comes out, and he begins scribbling more furiously into his notepad

he looks over his shoulder to see if anyone’s heard him and then startles when he sees mj sitting there. she raises her eyebrow at him and he blushes and turns around, and she can see him begin to bounce slightly in his seat.

mj goes back to reading but in the back of her head she feels things popping up. spider doodles in peter’s notebook. talking about a big bird with ned. dropping out of all his extracurricular besides decathlon. the whole incident in washington DC. she doesn’t know why she’s thinking about it, or why she knows that it’s all related. or even how she knows it’s related. she just chooses to read instead. if she slips another stim toy into peter’s bag, well, that’s out of her control.

the third time mj notices is during the summer. and it isn’t really with peter, at least not the peter he wants her to know about.

she’s at a small shop at around eleven at night, dressed in pajamas with her bag slung over her shoulder and a pack of hot cheetos in her hand. and then suddenly the shop is being robbed, and a gun is being pointed at her face. and her mind disconnects. her head is equal parts chaos and calm, thoughts are rushing around her brain but they’re going so quickly that it almost feels as if there are none. of course this is how she’s gonna die. of course she’s gonna fucking die in a corner shop at 11:07 pm in her flannel pajamas all because she wanted a bag of hot cheetos. of course that’s –

“you and i have to stop meeting like this,” peter chimes in, swinging into the shop and kicking the robber in the face. the gun falls onto the floor. “oh, my bad, you aren’t the criminal i thought you were. you guys really need to stop wearing masks, i can’t tell you apart.”

but oh wait. that isn’t peter. that’s spider-man. but that’s definitely peter’s voice. huh.

mj breaks herself out of her head and runs towards the gun on the ground just as the robber reaches for it, and she stomps onto his hand before he can grab it. the guy screams and mj just shoves her boot harder onto his hand.

“we make a great team!” spider-man cheers, shooting some webbing onto the guy’s legs

a few quips and thwips later and the robber is being seated into the back of a cop car. mj is sitting on the curb of the sidewalk munching away on some hot cheetos. and spider-man is walking up to her.

“you okay?” he asked, voice strained tightly.

“mhm,” mj hums. she’s pretty sure that she’s okay. time will tell. “are you?”

spidey startles. “of course i am, it’s my job, i love this stuff!”

“just because it’s your job, and just because you like it, doesn’t mean you’re okay.”

spidey kind of shrugs at that and sits down next to her on the curb. “i’m okay, just a bit shook up. he had a gun pointed at your head.”

“yeah,” mj sighs. “want a cheeto?”

they sit in a comfortable silence while they share the bag of cheetos, neither really wanting to talk but neither really wanting to leave each other. mj notices that spidey keeps shaking out his wrist, keeps bringing his hand up to his face to tap harshly at the lenses of his mask. she reaches into her bag.

“here,” she says, shoving a stim toy into his hand. “this one can be chewed on and pulled apart, it’s really neat. don’t worry, i haven’t chewed on it at all so you’re good to go.”

spidey gawks at her, mouth falling open. his lips are really red from the snacks. “um…. thanks. do you give these to everyone?”

mj pops another cheeto into her mouth and chews quickly. “nah, just you.”

spidey leans against her side and begins to aggressively pull on the toy. “thanks, mj.”

she decides not to point out that she never gave him her name.

Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.



WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)

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“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.

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Stiles doesn’t understand.

He hears the words, and they travel to his brain, and then they hit a roadblock.

“What?” Stiles hears himself ask.

“I needed my anchor to bring me back,” Derek explains. Simple. Straightforward. Still just words to Stiles.

Stiles shakes his head in big, slow moves from side to side. He goes to lean away from Derek. He’d moved himself closer but now he thinks he wants space. He thinks. He doesn’t know. He can’t—

Derek’s hand squeezes his, firm and unyielding, and there—something to focus on.

Stiles looks down at their hands, only now realising something strange about it.

“We’ve never done that before,” he states dumbly, opening out his fingers. Derek’s remain locked around his palm.

“I didn’t let us.”

Stiles looks up to Derek. It’s a weird and unpleasant déjà vu when he sees that open expression of last night. He can almost read exactly what Derek is feeling between that and his quivering hand.

“I’ve wanted to for months.” The confession drops like a penny—light and quick, but with a resounding thunk that echoes through Stiles’ head.

“How have I… could I not have…” Stiles speaks in broken phrases, half-finished thoughts.

“I hid it well.”

Stiles can only nod, because it’s true.

Stiles thought it was one sided. Stiles thought Derek only saw him as a friend. Stiles thought he had to feel guilty, and sad.

Now, he knows he doesn’t, and it’s aggravating. So much time—‘I’ve wanted to for months’, Derek said—not being together when they could have been. Frustration and guilt and yes, moments of happiness too. Stiles has been a big mess of feelings, trying to hide them away at any given time and Derek… did he really not know that Stiles had a tremendous depth of feeling for him? More than just a friend should.

Did he not know? Or did he ignore? Was it self-sabotage, like…

He’s doing it now. Stiles is sabotaging himself right now. Derek confessed to him and he’s trying to pull away.

Just like that, the mental block disintegrates, and Stiles’ lungs expand with a shocked gasp of air. He looks to Derek, wide-eyed, gripping Derek’s hand tightly.

Stiles’ revelations rush out, looking for confirmation before he throws himself into what this could be. “The hand holding, the anchor, last night with your memories. Why? What does it mean for you?”

“It means.” Derek stops—looks down at their hands and rubs his thumb over the back of Stiles’ hand.

Stiles’ attention is so focussed in on Derek. Derek’s on him. Neither of them hear the slamming door from the tenant below.

“It means I like you.” Derek’s head lifts back up, his eyes as clear as topaz, and expression softening his face. “As a friend, but also as more.”

Stiles nods slowly, hand squeezing Derek’s even more and involuntarily.

“I feel the same.”

With his confession, Stiles’ body easy, dropping tension he hadn’t been aware of while focussed on Derek. He smiles. He beams, even, and Derek huffs out a laugh, probably thinking Stiles is too overeager. He doesn’t care.

“I want to date you, Stiles,” Derek says leaning in to him.

Stiles’ body heats and he leans in toward Derek too, bringing their faces so close that he can see each gradient in Derek’s iris’s, and his gaze slips into and out of focus, clarity difficult at close range.

“Derek,” Stiles whispers.

He realises his palm is sweaty and that Derek’s is shaking, vibrating with tension. They’re both holding so still, though it would be simplest thing to tilt, go with the gravity Derek’s body seems to be exerting on him. Let his lips press soft and gentle into Derek’s skin. His cheek, his jaw, his eyelid, his lips. Wherever they land when Stiles lets himself go.

“I want to date you too.”

Derek nods, then leans his forehead in to rest against Stiles’. He shuts his eyes, and Stiles shuts his too for a moment. With his eyes shut, he lifts his free hand up to Derek’s face, gently pressing just the pads of his fingers into his cheek, feeling the warmth there, the life, the bristle of stubble. Derek’s own hand lands on his thigh and settles, big and heavy and comforting.

Stiles sighs out, feeling bigger than his body. So slowly, like caught in a trance and lulled into drowsiness by the sun streaming into the loft, Stiles tilts his head. With his eyes still closed, his nose bumps into Derek’s. He tilts his head and slips to the side. His thumb drops down to find Derek’s lips, smooth and full. He presses his mouth down where his thumb is, then moves it gently from beneath them so his lips are pressing against Derek’s.

Stillness for a moment, as neither moves.

Derek’s hand on Stiles thigh creeps upwards, and Stiles parts his lips slightly until Derek’s bottom lip pops in between his own. That’s all he needs for now, to know that they can slot together like this.

He pulls back and at last opens his eyes. Derek’s looking at him with a fondness Stiles has never been able to pick in his gaze before. He likes seeing it now. He wouldn’t mind seeing it for a long time to come.

~ the end

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durfeedraws  asked:

I'd love more info on the Russian school system/traditions, especially university (especially since I'll be studying abroad in St. Petersburg in about 2 weeks :D )

God, I am. SO SORRY for how long this took. It’s been way longer than 2 weeks since I received this ask, and I can only hope that you’re doing great figuring out your Uni’s traditions on your own.

[EDIT]: Un-readmored this post, because several people couldn’t access it.

Anyway! The scheme of Russian education looks something like this (image source):

You may notice a weird fork on the road to higher University level education. Well, that happened because USSR had the 5 year Specialist system, then Russia decided to move to the more western 4+2 years system, but didn’t do it all the way, so now they kinda. Coexist.

Another amusing fact is that until the 90s Primary general education was 3 years, not 4, and overall school lasted 10 years. But once again, when we were trying to make our education system more western weird things started happening.

First, Russia tried adopting the 11 year school system wholesale. But then primary school teachers started complaining that they were fitting what was now taught in 4 years just fine in only 3 years before. So instead of extending the program or something Russia decided to uninstall Grade 4 from existence. Yep, for some time the Grades went: 1, 2, 3, then 5, 6, 7 etc. And one year was famous for making everyone skip their next grade, whatever that was.

By the way, children and even some teachers were mystified by this arrangement and many continue not to know why the hell it happened to this day.

One last big recent novelty is the Unified State Exam, aka ЕГЭ, which descended upon unsuspecting students out of nowhere one day and doesn’t seem to be going away soon, despite all the controversy.


Ok, now let’s briefly touch upon traditions! On all levels of education you can expect big fancy ceremonies for entrance and graduation, and outside of them the traditions are pretty malleable and depend on the institutions and their speciality. For example, students of MSU Faculty of Chemistry celebrate Chemist Day every year, taking a different element from the Periodic Table as a theme each time. Many schools and Unis compete in a hugely popular, versatile and competitive humorous game called КВН, and yep, you’ve guessed it, I’ll probably talk more about it later.

Now, as for entrance and graduation ceremonies, every level puts their own spin on it. In higher education you can expect to be welcomed with an official ceremony in the largest auditorium available, and bidden farewell with a concert and/or banquet. Graduate speeches, caps and robes are also a thing in some places.

In general education all 1st graders go through an acceptance ceremony on the 1st of September, where this goddamn song plays at least once and 11th graders give them presents. (Oh yeah! I forgot to mention: in general a Russian kid will study in the same school from start to finish. There are exceptions, of course, but the “everyone in the same building” system is the most widespread.) And in the end of May Последний Звонок (Posledniy Zvonok) - the Last Bell/Farewell Bell ceremony takes place, where 11th graders waltz, let helium balloons (that are supposed to symbolize their destinies or w/e) into the sky, wear a “graduate” sash, and hear this goddamn song at least once. The eponymous last bell is the one a 1st grader rings while perched on an 11th grader’s shoulder. It looks cute and almost never ends with them getting dropped. Almost.

After that, there’s a second, less official part to graduating school - Выпускной Вечер (Vypusknoi Vecher) - Graduation Evening. It’s kinda like a prom, except there’s no King or Queen, it lasts till sunrise, and might take place on a boat, or in a cafe, or in a park… Come to think about it, it’s not really like a prom at all xD Here, check out this photo report from 2017 Vypusknoi in Gorky Park to see what the graduates’ outfits and activities may look like.

Thank you for the question, @durfeedraws! I hope I got all of this right, but if not @yantiskra (or anyone else) are welcome to correct me.

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I looked at the teacher yet again, still not being able to completely focus on his words. Not because I didn’t want to or because I thought that his class was boring. I loved his class, it was actually my favorite. I couldn’t understand what he was saying because the people out front, the popular kids, were being too loud for whatever reason.

I rolled my eyes at them and tried my best to block them out. I had done the same thing many times before so it shouldn’t be a problem to do it once more. But when I finally managed to do it I wished that I had stayed oblivious for the rest of the class.

“Yoona, you’re paired with Jungkook”

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i…really don’t have time to be doing this lmao but i couldn’t resist. since i’ve gained some new followers lately and the grand prix is about to start, here’s another intro post about one of the bright young stars of figure skating and my favorite current men’s skater, shoma uno!

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thewisemankey  asked:

Alright, I'll be the one to ask it: What are your headcanons for M!Corrin x Camilla?

Oh boy, it’s been a while since I’ve done headcanons.

  • M!Kamui will never be taller than Camilla. Mainly because Camilla is as tall as a freaking amazon AND she always wears high heels. Even several years later, when he goes from teenager/young adult to full adult, she’s still slightly taller than him. He doesn’t mind though: since he’s a kid, he’s used to Camilla being a tall big sister. Now she’s a tall wife. It’d be so weird for him if he outgrown her!
  • Also whenever he’s too injured in battle to keep going and needs to retreat, she’s able to lift him up bridal style. Still not really surprised: he sees her wielding that two-handed axe with one hand every day. Unless he turns into a dragon, he’s pretty sure she beats him in raw strength.
  • When her wyvern laid eggs, Camilla gave one to Kana. Dragon daughter gotta have her own wyvern.
  • Speaking of Camilla’s wyvern, whevener Kana goes playing and her parents are too busy to come with her, the wyvern is tasked to watch over her. Somehow, Camilla managed to teach it the concept of stranger danger.
  • Before leaving the fortress, Kamui really had no idea that Camilla was acting flirty towards him, simply because he never saw her interacting with other people. Sure, she acted differently with Xander and Leo, but maybe she was being more affectionate because he was the one brother she couldn’t see often? Then he went out, saw her talking to all kinds of men and… was genuinely surprised to see how differently she behaved.
  • Camilla sometimes teases him saying he owns more rings than she does (engagement ring, wedding ring, Hoshidan family ring, Kana’s ring).
  • 2 years old Kana used to call Camilla’s wyvern “Wywy”. Papa, Mama and Wywy.
  • She also owns a “Wywy” plushie, handmade by Camilla.
  • Elise once pointed out that Kana most likely inherited Camilla’s… figure. To which Camilla chuckled and said “Well, we’ll have to wait and see.” To which overprotective papa Kamui immediatly started to mentally count just how many sons his fellow soldiers had. Camilla chuckled louder.
  • Kamui loves Camilla’s hair. Always had. When he was child, he once anxiously asked her if she was ever going to cut it, and she promised she would not. Now, when they have free time in the morning, he helps her brush her hair.

Juhannus

Now, in midsummer, Finnish people are celebrating this thing called Juhannus: it’s basically a celebration of midsummer and light, which we indeed have a lot of this time of year. I’m sure other countries have similar celebrations, but I thought I’d tell you how we celebrate it here in Finland!

So, first, the name juhannus actually comes from Christianity: some people say it’s the birthday of that guy who baptized Jesus. I think his name was John or something. The Finnish form of the name John is Johannes, so johannes, juhannus, see where the name comes from? However, I know exactly 0 people who really celebrate juhannus because of that. It used to be a festival related to the old religions here, from the time before our neighbours made us Christian.

When do we celebrate it, exactly? Well, since 1955, juhannus has been celebrated - in Finland and also in Sweden, but probably not as juhannus - on the Saturday between the 20th and 26th of June. This year juhannuspäivä (”juhannus day”) falls on 24th of June, while juhannusaatto (”juhannus eve”), which, according to my mom, is when most of the celebration takes place, is 23rd of June, the Friday before. Also known as yesterday at the moment I’m writing this. 

How do we celebrate? The most common way is to get together with friends, maybe go to a summer cottage, by the sea or one of our 187 888 lakes, and get drunk. Of course. Finns love all the holidays that give us a reason to get drunk. It’s a little sad, really. 

Of course, when you’re drunk, it’s a great idea to go for a swim, especially if you can’t actually swim while sober! That is why many people drown during juhannus, I checked the news just a while ago and already two people had done just that. It’s… also pretty sad, really.

Anyway, there are also people who don’t get terribly drunk on juhannus. I know, because most of my family belongs to this category. The way we usually spend juhannus is that we go to our summer cottage in the beautiful Turku archipelago, usually our grandparents and cousins are there too. We go swimming - while sober because we’d prefer not to drown - go to sauna, roast or barbecue sausages, and just enjoy the summer with the whole family. 

And, of course, a crucial part of celebrating juhannus is the juhannuskokko. Bonfires are burnt around the country. It’s a tradition! It was originally used to fend away evil spirits, I’ve heard. 

There are also specific ways to decorate your house during juhannus. The most common and simple way is perhaps the juhannuskoivu. People cut down small, young birch trees and tie them to the doorposts of the front door of the house. Wikipedia tells me that the same thing is practiced in Sweden, too, which is not a big surprise since we have been influenced by Sweden quite a lot. I mean, also not a surprise, since we were a part of it for ~600 years. Another common decoration are just… flowers. In my experience, at least.

In Finland’s Swedish-speaking areas and in Åland juhannussalko is a tradition too. It’s also used in Sweden, as well as similar things being used in other European countries, but usually during some other time than midsummer. It’s called a maypole in English, a tall, wooden pole decorated with flowers and such. People dance around it, and, I’m sure a lot of people know what they’re for. 

I mentioned sauna very quickly, but it is a tradition to go to sauna on juhannus. It’s called juhannussauna. You’re supposed to make a fresh vihta or vasta  - there is a lot of debate on which is the correct word - from the branches of the juhannuskoivus you just cut from the forest, though any birch tree is fine. When the vihta/vasta is made around juhannus, the leaves are as big as they’ll get but also still soft, so they’re perfect for what you’re supposed to use them for - hitting yourself and everyone else in the sauna with you. 

Yes, that is really their purpose, but you’re not supposed to hit them so hard it hurts, just… Hit them. Carefully. Not as if you were whipping them to death with a bunch of birch sticks and leaves. People do this other than on juhannus, too, by the way. I’ll make a post about saunas someday, so I’ll talk more about vihtas/vastas too. 

There are also a lot of music festivals in Finland during summer, and juhannusfestarit is a thing. A quick Google search tells me that this year alone there are at least 8 of these. There are other, smaller celebrations too, of course, and there is the event called juhannustanssit. People get together to… dance, really, and probably also to drink. I don’t know, I’ve never been to one, as far as I remember.  (Below a painting by Anders Zorn, called Midsommardans, the Finnish name is Juhannustanssit. Zorn was Swedish, though, but he was friends with a couple of famous Finnish artists, so it goes. It also has a juhannussalko in the background.)

Then, there is also the most important part of juhannus… Juhannustaiat! Juhannustaika is like a “spell”, usually to try to find our your future spouse or to get a good harvest. For most spells you had to be naked for them to work, had to run around fields and saunas and look into wells and jump over brooks and stuff, all while naked. There is, however, one juhannustaika that is still practiced to this day (not saying that the others aren’t, but I personally haven’t done any of those) though probably not that seriously. 

It’s very simple, and I’ll tell you how to do it, so you can use it some juhannus, wherever you live! If you can find flowers nearby, I mean. Anyway, it goes like this:

  1. Go outside.
  2. Find 7 different types of flowers.
  3. Pick at least 1 of each type of flower. (Some versions say you have to be naked while picking them, but it’s not necessary.)
  4. Go back inside.
  5. Place the flowers under your pillow.
  6. Go to sleep with the flowers still under your pillow.
  7. Dream.
  8. You should see your future spouse in the dream. 

Dating tips from DREV to you all. <3 And happy midsummer, hyvää juhannusta! (Or what’s left of it!)

I saw this post by @milesmoralles and I couldn’t stop myself from writing something so here we are! English is not my first language and this wasn’t beta’d so if you see anything weird please let me know! :D


“Mr. Stark! You have to pretend to be my dad to Ned’s dad!” Peter asks as he enters the workshop, doing his kicked puppy face with his big innocent eyes, pouting. “It will only take a second and then I promise you that I’m not gonna ask you anything like that ever again. Can you do it? Please?”

Tony raises his head to look at Peter, putting the gaulet aside for a moment, frowning as he clean up his hands with a rug. “Okay, one: don’t you know Ned since you are twelve or something? And two: isn’t your aunt the one who should do this kind of stuff?”

“I’ve met Ned’s stepfather, not his dad. Also, his parents are traveling so Ned is staying at his dad’s house and his dad wants to talk with a responsible male adult before letting him sleep at my place,” Peter says with an enphasis on the word male as he roll his eyes. “Aunt May tried to talk to him but he don’t want to listen.”

“What a jerk, huh?” 

“Yea, he is not a nice guy, Ned doesn’t likes to talk about it. Anyway,” Peter shrugs, handing the phone to Tony, going back to the pouting face. “Please?” 

“Oh fine, you can drop the act.” Tony agrees, picking up the phone with a sigh. How on Earth this has become his life? He could still remember the time when he used to call top models. Nowadays his calls are only to secret agencies and now to parent figures. Damn, maybe Pepper is right and he is getting old. 

The phone rings a couple of times before someone finally answers and suddely Tony’s mind is completely blank. He can’t think. What parents talk about? What should he say in this kind of situation? “Hello, this is… Uh… Dad Parker. Yes.” Okay, maybe he can do this. It’s not so bad. “The kids are fine, they are playing something right now. What game? Uh-” What kind of game Peter would play with Ned? He is going thourgh an Tolkien phase, isn’t he? “They are playing swords- I mean they are playing with swords- No, wait-”  This is harder than he though and Peter looking at him with his excited and anxious face doesn’t helps either. He really hates talking with dads in general, this is the worse thing ever why did he agreed with this? Urgh- “And now they’re bleeding. Oh no.” He could see the moment Peter went from looking anxious to panicking. Damn he fucked up badly didn’t he? Abort abort abort- “They are dead. Don’t call again.” 

When Tony hangs up the workshop gets dead silent, Tony staring at the phone with wild eyes as Peter stares at him, both trying to process what in the hell just happened.

“Sorry,” Tony finally said, before the silence starts to get even more awkward. “I panicked.”

Perfect (Oneshot)

Okay, so I made this before the second season was released, so it’s obviously not accurate at all. But it was something I imagined at the time and I really wanted to write it. I just wasn’t sure if I should post it at all. It’s the story that goes with these two pictures: http://blackrosemii.tumblr.com/post/150873997452/look-at-what-monster-i-have-become-part-2
http://blackrosemii.tumblr.com/post/151153964067/thats-not-true-part-1

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Perfect. This was the impression Lance always had when he saw Keith. He didn’t want to admit it, he wasn’t even sure of it himself. But whenever he saw him at the Garrison, when he saw how he kept his good grades so effortlessly, he couldn’t help but admiring him. Whenever he heard his fellow classmates talking about him, saying how amazing he was, he couldn’t help but being jealous of him. Whenever he was compared to him, he couldn’t help but hate him. He was better in everything. No matter what he did, he always made it look so easy. While Lance spend a lot of his nights studying, worried if he might pass the next exam, Keith kept his cool demeanor. He never looked like he had any problems. In Lances eyes, he looked arrogant and distant. It made him want to just push him off his high horse. He didn’t want to admit that whenever he saw him, he saw a person he wanted to be. To him, Keith was perfection. But that wasn’t true.

It was shortly after the paladins had been separated after escaping from Zarkons main fleet. Everybody was scattered across the universe with no idea how to get back. Those who could drifted around space, trying to find the others. Those who couldn’t were left no choice but to wait where they had crashed. Keith was one of them. His lion was severely damaged after the fight with Zarkon and it would probably take a long time until he would be able to take flight again. Lance found it weird that he was thinking of him now. He wasn’t the only one he hadn’t found yet after all. Actually, he didn’t find anyone. He was just flying from galaxy to galaxy, only landing somewhere when he needed to rest, always hoping the sensor build in his lion picked up a signal of his friends.
Where was he? Was he save? Was he hurt? Did he eat enough?
The blue paladins thoughts spiraled between questions like these. Knowing Keith, he was probably alright. After all, he lived a year in a desert. He’d be able to survive on his own. On an unknown planet. In the middle of a war. Somewhere in the endless space of the universe. Where it might take them weeks, months, years to find him. If he was even alive.
The boy shook his head trying to get rid of that thought. He would definitely be alive. He had to. He had to. He had to.

Repeating those words like a mantra, Lance kept flying aimlessly until he heard an alarm ringing through the cockpit. The sudden noise startled him and he quickly turned his lion around to search for its source, until he finally realized the alarm came from his lion itself. Realizing that, he opened the screen of his radar and kept staring at it.
Red. His lion picked up Reds signal.
Unconsciously the corners of his mouth moved up and he let himself sink into his seat with the most relieved sigh he had in ages. Only then did he realize his heart was beating fast at finally finding one of his team alive. Or at least the whereabouts of one of the lions.
The paladin quickly cut off his thoughts before they trailed off somewhere he definitely didn’t want them to be and headed into the direction the radar was showing him.
The planet wasn’t that far away, it was still in the same solar system as Lance. He entered the planets atmosphere and lowered the speed of his lion so that he could scan the surface for any traces of the red lion. The planet was completely covered in sand and rocks. There didn’t seem to be any water around. Or any sign of life. The boy swallowed at the thought of how someone could survive in a place like this. Just as he wanted to speed up his eyes caught a glimpse of shining metal. He quickly turned around to take a closer look and let out a breathy laugh when he saw a red metallic paw stick out behind one of the many mountains. Without hesitation, he flew into its direction and landed right in front of the red lion. It was stretched out like a sleeping cat instead of sitting upright with a barrier around it like the lions are supposed to be, but it didn’t seem too damaged. It’s mouth was open, which must have meant that Keith was at least able to get out.
Once his lions paws touched the ground, Lance practically jumped out and started to call Keith’s name. But nothing came back. The paladin went closer to the lion, checking it’s mouth and calling his name again. No answer. He started to worry that he might have left his lion alone.
Lance waited a few more seconds before he decided to go around the lion to see if the red paladin was hiding somewhere in the shadow of the mountain. Several meters and a few more calls later, he saw a figure leaning against a rock with his legs hold closely to his chest, face buried between them, right next to the robots hind leg. He recognized him right away thanks to the white uniform sticking out from the shadows. It was Keith.
With a big smile on his face he ran towards him, throwing his helmet away and calling out to him again. Upon hearing his name, Keith pulled his legs closer to him. This wasn’t the reaction Lance hoped to see. He realized that something was off and his smile and the enthusiasm in his voice turned into genuine worry.

“Keith? Hey, what’s wrong? Not happy to see me?”
He tried to crack a small joke, but it didn’t work. His steps became slower until he was standing right in front of his fellow paladin.
“Go away.”
His voice was muffled, but Lance could hear the tremble in his voice. He ignored his words and crouched in front of him.
“What? Keith, are you okay?”
“I said go away!”
Just as he wanted to reach out to him, Keith slapped his hand away with enough force to make Lance tumble backwards. The blue paladin was ready to yell at him, but his words were stuck in his throat when he saw his friends exposed face.

The first thing he noticed were his eyes. Gleaming yellow and wide with fear. They were swollen and he could see small tears running down purple cheeks. Then the ears. Trembling wolf-like ears where small human ears were supposed to be.
And there were fangs. Almost adorably tiny, but still sharp.
The creature in front of him was not a human anymore, it was a galra.
Several seconds went by in which the paladin had to take another look, just to be sure the heat wasn’t playing tricks on him.

It definitely was Keith. Besides the inhuman features, he still had the same face. The same small nose, the same almond-shaped eyes, the same stupid mullet that looked good only on him. Seeing him curled up like this, trying to hide himself from the world made Lances gut twist and there was only one question on his mind now. What in the world has happened to him?
The paladin slowly went back on his knees and moved his hand forward to touch him, to make sure that what he saw was real. But before he could even reach his cheek, Keith slapped his hand away and tried to yell at him.
“Don’t! Just…go away, leave me!”
It was a pathetic excuse of a shout. His voice was cracking and barely recognizable from his usually confident voice. Never has he seen his sworn rival in a state like this. So vulnerable, so fragile, so weak. His heart pounded in his chest painfully and he felt tears welling up in his eyes. He moved his hand forward again and expected another defensive move, but he was too weak to resist Lance anymore. His hand cupped the red paladins gently and he felt soft fur on the edges of his jawline, just below his ears. Without giving it a second thought, he pulled his friend closer to him, earning him a surprised gasp from his friend, and wrapped his arms around him tightly. It took a few seconds until Keith finally returned the hug and cried into the crook of Lance’s neck.
“Look at what I have become.” he said between his sobs. “I’m a monster!”
The blue paladin shook his head in response.
“That’s not true, Keith. That’s not true. Look at me.”
He pulled away from their embrace and held his face with both of his hands close to him, forcing the paladin to look at him. He tried to keep his voice gentle and steady.
“You’re still Keith. No matter what you are. You’re still a valuable part of this team. You’re still the pilot of the red lion. You’re still my rival. I don’t care if you’re human, galra or whatever.”
He pressed his forehead against Keith’s and lowered his voice, speaking in a tone he never thought he would use for his rival.

“You’re still a precious friend to me.”

A few more seconds passed in which Keith realized that, despite of what he was now, Lance would always be there for him and his sobs became louder, his tears streaming down his cheeks again. The blue paladin wrapped his arms around the others neck and pulled him back into a tight hug. They stayed like this until Keith’s voice became hoarse.

That’s right. He was still the same. Whenever he saw how gracefully he was able to pilot his lion, he couldn’t help but admire him. Whenever he saw him fighting off enemies, protecting his allies without regards to his own health, he couldn’t help but wanting to be like him. Whenever he saw his bright smile, his fluid movements, him, he couldn’t help but seeing someone perfect. He knew he wasn’t. Nobody was perfect, Keith was no exception. The person he has always looked up to was now in his arms, crying his heart out, broken and weak.
And yet, despite – or maybe because of – these flaws, Lance couldn’t help but see Keith as someone perfect.

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“Also, coming from the fandom, apparently WIT Studio gave Mikasa the…”

Personally, why I don’t appreciate bigger boobs on Mikasa, Annie, etc, while I enjoy Levi’s look, is that he’s an adult and 104 are underage kids.

I don’t think their boobs are really bigger, this the guide design for Mikasa’s character for example : 

they might look bigger because of the whole style of the anime with waists being too thin, but they are not really big in themselves, we have to remember each episode has different animators, and each one has their own style too

but as far as the “guide” design, there’s nothing sexualized or exaggerated
and they are also not animated in a sexualized way
they are not unnecessarily bouncy, or move in a weird way, they haven’t shown any cleavage out of their character, beside that, boob size has very little to do with age, there are teenagers who have bigger boobs than adults, the size when not extremely overdone should not be a reason of sexualization

and in snk, their boobs are literally just … existing, well covered as they are in the manga and all, I’m very opposed to people being triggered by simply that, what are we telling young girls? that simply having boobs of a certain size is a reason of sexualization?

mind you peach, this is not about you, since I’m talking about this I got carried away and started addressing the things I read in the fandom ^^;
but I see where you’re coming from ^_^

huck finns, rated

E.W. Kemble illustration: the original huck. detailed artwork and really the classic image of huck finn. however if you look too closely at his face he sort of looks like he came straight from the mouth of hell… literally even mark twain complained to his publisher that it was “an ugly, ill-drawn face” and said that “Huck Finn is an exceedingly good-hearted boy [who] should carry a good and good-looking face.” yeah. he said that. 6/10

Elijah Wood: mmmMHHMMMM DID SOMEONE SAY GOOD AND GOOD-LOOKING FACE???? oh my GOSH what a PRECIOUS ANGEL, my heart is melting, look at the way his perfect baby skin glows in the light, his big blue eyes, his soft feathery chestnut hair, I LOVE?? HIM??? i’m so down for tiny frodo huck finn; he is vaguely reminiscent of a baby deer and so so pure and blessed (but maybe a little too pure and blessed, he looks…rly clean for a homeless kid) 8/10

Brad Renfro: 90′s huck. so unforgiveably 90′s. look at his face. you can almost hear him saying “chaa dude.” he looks like he belongs in bill and ted’s excellent adventure, not in nineteenth-century missouri… but one time someone called him “blueberry” by accident and i guess that was funny. he is one of the dreaded “hot, rebellious, brooding teenage hucks.” however, he is not the worst. that is still yet to come. 4/10

Tom Sawyer no Bouken Huck: awww! what a cute!!! he’s kinda slow and awkward but in a good way and it’s real precious. because he’s an anime he does weird stuff when he’s excited. like. bite things that aren’t food. i won’t try to explain just watch the show sometime. ALSO, one time he almost took a pee in front of the girl he liked, but depending on which dub you watch you might be saved the embarrassment 7/10

Huckleberry no Bouken Huck: the distant cousin of tsnb huck. and leT ME TELL YOU, he is GOOD, he is SWEET, he is PURE, nggggggnhhh and i think i know why. tom sawyer literally does not exist in this specific adaptation and therefore has not been able to wield his corrupting influence. just kidding. no. but. this huck has an animal sidekick so he’s basically a disney princess. his character is fleshed out SO WELL, his relationship with jim, and also his backstory with his father?? only problem is a low animation budget, so sometimes he looks derpy, but overall he is a Good Huck™ 9/10

Jake T. Austin (in case you couldn’t read the giant frickin credit oh my gosh tone down the ego): yeah remember when i said the worst was to come?? this. is it. hOOOOOO BOY when you look at this angsty teen the emo levels are OFF THE CHARTS. look at his bad boy rebel pose. look at his busted up hat that vaguely makes him look like a pirate. for heaven’s sakes even his pipe is extremely frickin extra, what even is that thing? says poetic crap like “the river is my mother” and is probably perpetually stoned. is this the kid who traded an insect for tom sawyer’s baby tooth?? that’s not huck, that’s just the overdramatic moody loner kid at your high school 2/10

Jeff East: look how cute and precious this boy is!! unlike several of the other hucks, he looks adequately dirty. he also has this really awesome cabin all to himself by the side of the river where he lets muff potter and tom sawyer come over to sing songs. he looks the right age, unlike the teenage emo hucks. yet, he isn’t TOO pure like elijah wood is, and he strikes a good balance between being too much of a good boy or too much of a bad boy. however, he crosses the line of puberty in the sequel and becomes a little awkward and can’t sing very well…but…never mind that, he is a very good huck 8.5/10

Leon Seidel: cute!! precious!! a little ball of sunshine!! he’s just…aaaaa i wanna hug him!! he looks the right age and is also dirty-looking enough to be believable. watches cows roam over the fields and just wants to live a simple life. he will make you sad sometimes, but not in an emo way, so it’s okay. i’m loving the blue color scheme, it really ties him in to his connections with the river also 8.5/10

furry huck: BLOCKED, DELETED, AND REPORTED. holy CRAP what a cursed sight to my poor virgin eyes. NOT?? HUCK??? AT ALL???? this is a TALKING FOX, a talking FOX, voiced by a 30-year-old country singer. it’s just…all so wrong. he ends up with amy lawrence at the end of the movie what the frick??? worst thing i’ve ever seen. let’s just forget all about this monstrosity and pretend it never existed. -99999999/10

anonymous asked:

I politely request any Seliph and/or Leif headcanons you might have. If not, well I'll settle for any headcanons you haven't done yet. Thank you!

Seliph: 

  • He wears his hair long because he’s always wanted to be as much like Shanan as possible! 
  • He also tried to grow a moustache, because same goes for Oifey, but, uh. That didn’t work out as well. Edain guided him toward a razor with patience and nonchalance – immediately. 
  • (This goes contrary to most of fandom I think but) He’s a little on the short side (maybe 5′7″, 5′8″), but he’s not thin or moe. He’s actually pretty solidly built and has a broad chest+shoulders. 
  • He looks more like Deirdre. He has all her facial features and especially her big, expressive eyes. He has ridiculously long eyelashes.
  • He got Sigurd’s hair and hand shape. 
  • He and Oifey wouldn’t look related at a glance but they have the same ears.
  • He can read silently (a big feat for the well-educated in medieval culture) but still has to move his lips. His education was good but not as good as it would’ve been if he’d grown up in peacetime. 
  • He can’t handle spicy food. He just can’t do it. 
  • He’s demisexual af. 
  • The white boots and gloves are purely ceremonial. They make him look sharp and clean and leaderly, but he can’t afford to get them cleaned all the time!! He only wears them while addressing crowds or around camp; never while marching or into battle.
  • He’s mildly attracted to Julia, but making a romantic move felt weird and invasive to him while she had amnesia, so he figured he’d just step in as a friend/brotherly figure and let her figure out her own life. (Not pictured: Seliph wheezing “thank naga” on the ground after her heritage is revealed.) After the war it’s pretty easy for him to reconcile his feelings into something entirely familial. There are many fish in the sea for him, but there’s only one sister.    
  • When playing in Tirnanog, he always volunteered to be “it” first in tag or hide-and-seek. 
  • Oifey and Shanan taught him all about Bein’ Manly but Seliph actually really enjoyed hanging out with Edain and watching her do nun/housekeeping stuff. He’s accepted his role as king with open arms, but waaay deep down, if he weren’t royalty, he thinks he’d be decently happy being a house-husband and raising kids. 

Leif:

  • The white armour was Finn’s idea. It’s kingly. Leif hates it and has to clean tf out of it every day.
  • He does kill Travant with his bare hands. He wins their duel and has him in the perfect position to kill him with the Light Brand…and tosses it aside.
  • A very hardy boy! He’s scrawny in-game, as is normal for his age, but when he’s fully grown he’ll be tall and ripped – possibly even bigger than Cuan. 
  • He’s really awkward with Altena at first, since he’s never actually known her, and she’s his elder and has the holy blood… He’s desperate to form a close relationship with her, but really it all depends on how approachable she is.  
  • As opposed to most of his friends, who enjoy tales spoken aloud with changing voices and exaggerated gestures, Leif likes to be alone and read the books himself. It’s a little bit of introversion, a little bit of control-freakiness, and a little bit of secret nerd. 
  • Unlike most boys his age, he is not prone to random mood swings. This is due to the intense emotional trauma of his…I was going to say “childhood” but lbr, it’s his entire life. He can get Fired Up, sure, but he has a lot of repressive tendencies and pushes a lot away. 
  • He has a lot of internal conflict over his relationship to Finn. In a lot of ways, Finn was the only father he had, but in a lot of other ways, there are some uncross-able lines between them as lord and servant. – and the nagging thought that maybe Finn only raised him out of obligation to Cuan, not because of any love for Leif himself The older he gets, the more he wonders if he’s disappointing Cuan’s spirit somehow by caring for Finn so much, or discrediting Finn’s effort in raising him by not fully accepting him as a father figure. 

anonymous asked:

Saw a prompt for a wayhaught fic somewhere that went Nicole and Wynonna were best friends and Waverly was always just Wynonnas younger sister. Nicole went away for a period of time and came back and Waverly suddenly wasn't just an annoying little girl anymore. Would be really cool to see this as a fic. If you're still looking for prompts that is?

Long overdue, I know, but better late than never, right? I hope this doesn’t suck!


“Come out with your hands up!” Nicole yells, gun in hand pointing toward the shed. When no one responds, she steps closer. “I’m not gonna ask you twice! Come out now and I’ll go easy on you!”

“Okay, okay!” A voice calls from inside the shed. “I’m coming already! Don’t shoot!”

The doors to the shed open and out comes Wynonna, raising her rifle in her hands toward the officer in front of her.

“Bang, bang, bang!!!” Wynonna yells, and Nicole jumps out of the way of the imaginary bullets. She barrel rolls across the dirt and behind a stack of boxes. “I’m not surrendering that easily, Sheriff! I got this money fair and square!”

Nicole leans past the boxes and aims her plastic pistol at Wynonna. “Pew, pew!” Wynonna is too slow to dodge and she knows it. She pretends to get shot in the shoulder and drops to her knees. Nicole runs over and kicks the rifle out of her hands before she can aim again. “Hands up!”

Wynonna obeys, bringing her hands up above her head. Nicole steps around her and pulls her hands behind her back, wrapping a thick rope around her wrists and securing it snuggly. “Where’d you put the money, Earp?”

“I’ll never tell!” Wynonna exclaims.

“Nonna!!!!” A tiny voice shouts from the door of the house. Nicole and Wynonna look up to find one Waverly Earp running down the front lawn toward the two playing girls. She throws herself into Wynonna’s lap in a big hug. “Don’t take her away! She’s sowy! Please!”

Nicole and Wynonna burst out laughing at the four year old, who has tears in her eyes. “Waverly, we’re just playing Cops and Robbers!” Wynonna explains. “Nicole isn’t really arresting me. Besides, she couldn’t even she really tried.”

“I’ll have you know my daddy has been teachin’ me a lot about law enforcements.” Nicole brags, unwrapping Wynonna’s wrists. “I could have you locked up for mocking a future sheriff.”

Wynonna scoffs and rolls her eyes and she rubs her wrists before pushing Waverly at arms length to climb to her feet. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, Nicky.”

“So you’re not getting ‘rested?” Waverly asks, wiping her cheeks.

“Not yet. Wait a few years.” Nicole teases, earning a playful push from Wynonna.

“Come on, lets get some food already. I’m hungry.” Wynonna says, leading Waverly back toward the house with Nicole on her other side.


Nicole sets the last of the boxes on the kitchen counter with a huff. She steps away and leans her arms against the counter, resting her hand in her palms. Her grey tabby cat jumps onto the counter and runs against her arms and she strokes her backside. She looks around the apartment. It’s empty, aside from the many boxes stacked on top of each other and the love seat in the living room.

This was her favorite part of moving into a new place: unpacking. It was usually everyone least favorite thing, but unpacking meant she got to organize and place things the way she wanted them and it was just so satisfying for her to do that. She lifts her cat from the counter and sets her down on the floor before moving back to the box on the counter. It’s labeled ‘Kitchen’ just like the other boxes set around the small room.

“Kitchen it is.” She says to herself, opening the box and taking out the first thing her hands touch. When she finishes unpacking the kitchen, she works on the living room and by the time she’s done with that, it’s already starting to get late. Tomorrow was her first day on the job and she was anxious to start. She would finish unpacking tomorrow, but now it was time to sleep.

She walks into her room and drops onto her bed. Daisy hops onto the bed as well and finds her place perched on top of Nicole’s chest. She was back. Back in Purgatory after all these years. Why she asked to be put here in such a small and weird town where everyone used to hate her, she wasn’t entirely sure. Her family wasn’t here anymore, so what was it that was pulling her back?

“Welcome back home, Nic.” Nicole mumbles as sleep envelops her.


“Nicky, over here!” Wynonna calls to her when she steps onto the school bus. Nicole smiles widely at her best friend and joins her in the seat. Willa and Waverly sit across from them and greet her happily. “You wanna come over and ‘do homework’?” Wynonna use air quotes for the last two words. Wynonna and homework? Pft.

Nicole never really understood why Wynonna picked her of all people to become best friends with years ago. They weren’t in the same grade, not even close. Nicole was three years younger than the girl, but Wynonna picked her out in the park one day when she was swinging alone on the swings. She caught on quite quickly that Wynonna wasn’t exactly the most liked kid in Purgatory. In everyone else’s eyes, she was just plain weird. The whole Earp family was, but specifically Wynonna. Trouble found her quite often, and since Nicole was always with her, trouble was something she was used to by now.

Daddy wasn’t a big fan of her being so close to Wynonna. He always said she’d grow up to be no good. “Prolly end up in prison or dead.” is what he would usually say. Though he didn’t like the girl, he never stopped Nicole from being around her; he was pretty good friends with their father, after all, what with the both of them being Purgatory police officers.

“Heard you’z makin’ devils for yer project, Wynonna.” Larry says as he walks down the middle of the buss to his own seat. “My momma says you Earps just bad news. Specially you. Says you needa get expelled already so us good normal kids’ll be safer. You’z nuthin’ but trouble.”

“Shut your mouth, Murphy.” Wynonna grumbles, narrowing her eyes at the boy now standing beside their seat. Wynonna sits by the window with Nicole sitting between her and the boy, who is in the same grade as Wynonna. This was the kind of stuff Wynonna dealt with all the time: bullies harassing her and being mean all because she was a little different. Wynonna could handle herself, for sure; the girl always got into fights and Nicole found herself in the middle of them a lot of the time.

“Momma says you should be locked up in a asylum cuz you aint nothin’ but a crazy little girl–”

“Leave her alone!” Nicole yells, standing from her seat and pushing the boy hard. He falls backward and is about to get up and fight back when Willa gets up from her seat as well, standing defensively in front of Nicole and Wynonna.

“ You leave them alone, Murphy, or I’ll tell your momma about what I caught you doing last week.”

Larry climbs to his feet and glares between Willa, Nicole, and Wynonna before turning away and storming toward a seat closer to the front.

“That boy doesn’t know when to quit runnin’ his mouth.” Nicole grumbles, patting Willa on the back and sitting back down. Wynonna wraps her arms around her friend tightly.

"You’ve gotta tell us what you caught that douche face doing last week!” Wynonna tells her sister, who smirks in return and looks out the window of the bus.

“When we get home.” She says.

“Nicky’s the best!” Waverly shouts, bouncing around in her seat across from them.


Nicole’s sat at her desk in the office doing paperwork when a voice calls through the hall in front of her. “Wynonna, you’re late. Again.”

Nicole looks up at the familiar name. “Some people need their beauty sleep, Dolls.” A female voice says loudly, laced with annoyance that Nicole knows all too well, even after all these years. “And a cup of morning whiskey, or two. Or three.” The lazy shuffle of a woman past the opening of the main office, has Nicole standing in her spot.

“Wynonna?” She calls after the woman in more of a questioning tone. It couldn’t be… She watches as the brunette steps backwards, back into view, and looks over at her.

“Nicole?”

“Well, I’ll be damned!” Nicole says, a wide smile on her face. “Wynonna Earp! Look at you!” She crosses the office and pulls Wynonna into a tight hug. “It’s been so long!”

“It has!” Wynonna says, holding Nicole at arms length to get a good look at her. “Damn girl, if it weren’t for you being the only ginger in Purgatory, I wouldn’t have recognized you from when we were kids! You used to be the shortest kid in your grade! You went from being Nicole Haught, to Nicole Haught-Stuff!”

“Time’ll do that to you.” Nicole teases. “Wow. Who would have thought I’d see Wynonna Earp’s mug again?”

“What about you? I thought you left this shithole a long time ago?”

Nicole chuckles. “I just got moved back. Got a job on the force.”

Wynonna scrunches her face up in disgust, and mumbles, “I’m sorry.”

“Wynonna!” The voice from earlier calls out again. Wynonna rolls her eyes.

“Sorry, Haught-Stuff, boss man’s always got this stick up his ass, and if I don’t go pull it out, he’ll come beat me with it. And as pleasurable as a good stick sounds like right now, I don’t think he and I on the same page on the kind of stick, exactly.”

Nicole laughs loudly. She was used to this kind of talk with the woman through text every once in a blue moon that they would message each other, but hearing it coming out of her mouth was ten times better. “I wouldn’t want you to get sticked down, Wy.”

Wynonna smirks at her childhood best friend as she steps away. “How about we go out for coffee, Haught-Stuff? I miss seeing your stupid smile!”

“Absolutely!”


When Wade was killed and Willa went missing, and Wynonna was sent away, it was just Nicole left. Waverly had been pulled out of school for a few weeks by Gus and Curtis. Nicole never had many friends. Really, the only friends she had were the Earp sisters. With Wynonna being her best friend, Nicole was shunned by all the other kids in Purgatory; being placed as a weirdo “just like that Wynonna.” So when Wynonna and Willa and Waverly were gone, Nicole was left all alone, either ignored or made fun of by all the other kids.

When Waverly came back to school, she wasn’t the same. Nicole understood, she had just lost the three most important people in her life, and she was only six. Nicole tried to be there for her; Waverly was like a sister to her, after all. It took weeks and weeks, but she finally began to make progress with the littlest Earp. Occasionally, she would come over and play with the girl, but it wasn’t the same, and she started seeing her less and less.

It was a year later, that Nicole’s parents had decided it was time to move. They told her it was because daddy had found another job elsewhere, but Nicole knew very well it was more due to the fact that she had still yet to make friends with any of the kids in school. Nobody wanted anything to do with the weird ginger that was best friends with the crazy Earp girl that killed her daddy and went on and on about demons.

The day before the official move, Nicole told Waverly. She would never forget the look of abandonment in that poor little girl’s eyes. Everyone was leaving her: her daddy, Willa, Wynonna, and now Nicole.

“I’m gonna miss you, Nicky.” Waverly says with puffy red eyes.

“We’ll see each other again, Waverly.” Nicole says with a comforting hug. “You, me and Wynonna will be back together again some day, just you wait.”

With a final goodbye to the last Earp in town, Nicole hops into her daddy’s truck and watches as the tiny figure disappears from the rearview mirror.


About a week after moving back, Nicole has caught sight of Waverly a handful of times. It’d been a long time since she’s seen the girl, now a woman, and she couldn’t take her eyes off of her. She’d already spent some time with her old best friend and it had been as though no time had gone by between them, but when it came to Waverly, she couldn’t even walk over and say hi. Before her shift one morning, however, she found herself in front of Shorty’s in her police uniform trying to even out her breathing.

When she steps into the bar in time to see the woman fighting a losing battle with a beer tab. She stands at the door frame watching amusedly as Waverly finally manages to closes the dispenser and sigh exasperatedly at her now soaked front. “Perfect.”

“I didn’t know Shorty’s had wet t-shirt competitions.” Nicole says from the doorway, grabbing Waverly’s attention. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” Waverly starts, grabbing a clean rag and wiping herself off some more. “I, uh… Just a bit jumpy. Had a… A crazy night.”

“Sorry I wasn’t hear to see it.” Nicole says, setting her Stetson down on the counter. Nicole had already guessed that Waverly probably didn’t remember her, and the look on the woman’s face now confirmed it. It was like meeting each other for the first time again. “I, uh, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself. I’m Nicole. Nicole Haught.”

Nicole offers her hand out to Waverly, waiting for the recognition to hit the woman across the counter. When Waverly doesn’t seem to catch on and instead takes her hand and smiles, Nicole practically laughs in her mind. That smile was all too familiar, even after all this time. “Hi.”

“And you are Waverly Earp.” Nicole says. “Still as sweet as ever, I see.”

Waverly tilts her head in confusion. “Do I know you?”

“You did.” Nicole says, a flirty smile playing on her lips. “I used to be at your place all the time when we were little. I was Wynonna’s best friend. Wynonna’s only friend.”

Waverly’s mouth forms an ‘O’ shape when she finally catches on. “Nicky! I remember now! Of course, how could I forget! You two played Cops and Robbers all the time!”

Nicole’s smile grows wider. “The irony is astonishing, isn’t it?”

“Not too astonishing. You were always really interested in being a cop, I remember. Wow, look at you! You’re so… tall!”

“And my, Waverly, how much you’ve grown.”

Waverly catches her eye and they stand looking at each other for a beat longer than necessary before Nicole manages to remember how to speak. "You know, I’m actually a little surprised to see you’re still here. I always thought you would be the one to willingly leave the nest. I remember you used to talk about going to a big town when you got out of school.”

Waverly scoffed lightheartedly. “I was, what, like six? Seven?”

“Yeah, and you would talk about being a dancer when you were older. You used to come into Wynonna’s room and just start dancing out of nowhere. It was quite entertaining. Very adorable when I think back to it now.”

Nicole holds her gaze again until Waverly shyly looks down at the counter in between them. “Yeah, well someone had to hold down the fort when everyone else left, right?”

“I’m not complaining,” Nicole says, a flirty smile playing on her lips. “Purgatory wouldn’t be the same for me without a one Waverly Earp. Plus, I told you we’d see each other again, didn’t I? I’m not one to go back on my promises.”

A small smile graces Waverly’s lips as she looks back at Nicole with gentle brown eyes. “You know Wynonna is back too, right?”

Nicole leans back on the stool and taps her fingers happily on the counter. “I saw her at the station the other day, and we’ve gone out to catch up a couple of times already. She’s just as wild as when we were kids, that girl is.”

“Yep, sounds like her.” Waverly laughs and dabs at her wet shirt again. “God, I’m sopping wet. You know, I keep telling Shorty he needs to fix the darn tabs. Sorry, do you mind just, uh…” She brings her hands to her eyes to explain what she was talking about.

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” Nicole says, spinning around to give the woman some privacy.

“Uh, officer?” Waverly calls after a bit. “I’m stuck.” Nicole turns around to find the girl arms in her shirt above her head and she hurries to help.

“Good job you’re not some guy, right? Otherwise this would be really… Really awkward.”  With the shirt now off, Nicole comes face to face with Waverly, almost a head taller. “I – I owe you one.”

It’s the perfect time to ask her out, Nicole thinks. She locks her eyes on Waverly’s, and speaks with charm in her tone. “Alright, well, how about we catch up over some coffee? How about tonight?”

“Oh, I can’t, no. ” Waverly shoots out almost immediately, slightly throwing Nicole off guard and stomping on her confidence. Her smile drops without her permission from the force of the rejection, but when Waverly backtracks with a stammered and nervous, “I mean, I’d love to–li-like. Like to… uh… But I have plans.” Nicole’s smile returns with amusement as she listens to the brunette chatter on. “Yeah, I’m a planner. I like to know what I’m doing two or three days in advance.” Nicole just watches as the woman scrunches her face in self-frustration and gathers herself. “I’m in a relationship. With a boy–man.”

It takes all of Nicole not to laugh right in Waverly’s face. She’s so damn cute when she’s nervous, Nicole can’t help it. But she just smiles and repeats her, before walking back around the bar counter. “A boy-man. Yep, I’ve been there. It’s the worst.” She grabs her Stetson from the counter, “Okay, well, some other time.” She sets her information card down and starts for the door, but not before turning back around to get one last look at Waverly Earp as she puts her Stetson on. “I mean it.” And she walks out.

The air smells fresher than it did before she entered Shorty’s. The sun looks brighter, the sky looks bluer, and Nicole feels happier, despite the fact that she had just been shot down. Shot down in the cutest way possible, by the most beautiful woman in Purgatory. That woman, mind you, being her best friend’s baby sister…

Nicole’s still not sure what pushed her to return to Purgatory, but damn was she happy she did.

Nicole was in for a world of trouble, because she had the biggest crush on Waverly Earp.

2

holy heck! one hundo followers! what a beautiful day for this dumb little blog.

i’m sure you don’t want to see the proprietor of weirdzootopiaframes dot tumblr dot com get too mushy or anything, so i’ll be brief. this truly excellent film has, over the course of a little over a year, cultivated a truly excellent fandom. and i don’t say that lightly. fandoms are often garbage fires! fandoms are usually garbage fires! but this one is amazing, brimming with enthusiasm and creativity and just lovely people. maybe it’s because the message of the film is so great, stressing inclusion and communication. or maybe it’s because we all rally around one really solid ship instead of getting into slapfights over who judy should marry. (”what ship?” “wildehopps!”) whatevs.

point being; running this blog has been a lot of fun, and most of that is reading people’s comments and riffs on the posts i make. keep being great, zootopia fandom. you’re the best.

Natza Drabble - Mirror Image
  • Natsu: Don't you got Wendy or Lucy for this kind of thing? *grunts as he tries to follow her directions*
  • Erza: Maybe~. But I only needed a little help with the back. The girls would've wanted to help with my hair, makeup, and other things, and I just... *sigh* I'm not up to doing all of that. I'm still really sore. >.>
  • Natsu: Yeah... I can appreciate that. We probably should have waited another week before throwin' a big bash. *I* can't even muster up my usual energy. >__>
  • Erza: *as Natsu finishes buttoning up the back of her dress, she turns around in the mirror to inspect his handiwork; she nods appreciatively, as that seems good enough for her*
  • Natsu: ... Weird how we both got casts for our arms. It's like we mirror each other! ^___^
  • Erza: *turns her head back to face him and gives a closed eyes smile* Not quite. My mother broke my left arm, while you broke your right. It'd be a "mirror" if we both broke the same arm.
  • Natsu: >__> Details, details.
  • Erza: *chuckles* Anyway... Your turn, now~.
  • Natsu: 0.0 Whaaat?! Why can't I go dressed like this?!
  • Erza: Because we're celebrating our hardest won victory. If I can manage to get dressed up even this much, then you can, too.
  • Natsu: >__> Don't wanna.
  • Erza: Natsu. -_-*
  • Natsu: Fiiine. I'll wear a damn tux.
  • Erza: I'll help you~. Then you can be my date.
  • Natsu: I didn't know this was a fancy-shmancy ball thing. I thought this was just a thing we threw together after a "week of rest". >.>
  • Erza: Maybe it is, but I'd still be honored if you accompanied me~.
  • Natsu: ... Crime Sorciere not comin'?
  • Erza: *shakes her head* They're technically still fugitives, so no. Even if they could, this is more of a... Fairy Tail celebration. There'll be time for celebrating with our allies later, but for now, this is for... us.
  • Natsu: ...
  • Erza: C'mon, we don't have much time. Strip down~...
  • Natsu: *snicker* Gotta say, you're the first girl who's asked for that~.
  • Erza: *flushes a deep red and looks away bashfully* W-W-Well...
  • Natsu: *sticks out his tongue* You know I'm kiddin', right? We've taken baths together, I don't care if you see me naked. I mean, I just helped you, so it's only fair... right?
  • Erza: >__< What were you kidding about? That you're really okay with it, or that I was the "first" girl to ask this of you?
  • Natsu: Uh...
  • Erza: WHO WAS IT?! MIRA? CANA?
  • Natsu: ^^; C-Calm down, you really were the first to ask that. You really think I'd jerk off in front of other girls? >.>
  • Erza: You're the one that walks into the girls' side of the bathhouse so carefree, you tell me. >.>
  • Natsu: You called me in there!
  • Erza: ... Touché.
  • Natsu: L-Look, let's just get this done and go to the party, okay? ^^;
  • Erza: *gleam in her eye* Let's~.
  • Natsu: *shimmies out of his pants, and he's not too surprised Erza's already got his vest off as she slides his arm into the sleeve of a dress shirt* I don't think I've met a grabbier girl...
  • Erza: It's called skinship~. And I don't see you complaining~. ^.^
  • Natsu: ... Touché.

anonymous asked:

So who's the best/worst artist?

(This is gonna be a long post, so I’m posting most under the read more option. But hey, you asked for it! And probably regret it now. This isn’t as serious as it probably should have been considering the length of this post, though.)


There are plenty of great artists that have done decent or even amazing work drawing John, and I’m mainly going to concentrate on them because every Rockerduck is beautiful deep within. 

So, let’s begin: some of the official artists who have successfully drawn him - a.k.a the only relevant ones - are…

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Technically Speaking


Tech!Killian/Misfit!Emma Fic based off of this post. Tagging @jscoutfinch @xhookswenchx and @trueromantic1 for letting me invite myself into this conversation. 

Special thanks to @snow-into-ash who beta’d for me despite having an actual life this week, I really appreciate it!!!

rated T for language

She’s zeroed in on the stinging of her knuckles when the hall monitor grabs her by the collar of her flannel.

“Seriously, Swan?” It’s Leroy. It’s always Leroy, and the idea of calling hall monitors by their first name to establish equality is the weirdest thing she’s ever heard. She doesn’t need to feel equal to a middle-aged grumpy man.

“He grabbed my ass! I don’t hear you saying ‘Seriously, nameless-jerk-who-can’t-keep-his-hands-to-himself.”

“My name is August!” Mr. Nameless-jerk yells. Honestly, the anonymity was working for her. Now there’s an actual person, with a name, having a flathead screwdriver removed from his bicep. Now there’s a set of parents who are going to flip out and get her expelled from another school.

“No one asked you, August!” she shoots back and he actually flinches. He doesn’t seem so handsy now. If he starts to act like the victim here, she’ll be forced to stab him again.

“You know the deal.” Leroy shoves her like suddenly violence is okay. She brushes him off and marches out of shop class towards Principal Mills’ office.

When she gets there, there’s this boy dressed in all black, with his dark hair and a sad expression. She slumps on the bench beside him and he brings his knees together to allow for space. It’s more than the grown men on the city bus do on her way home, so she figures he’s worth a chat.

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anonymous asked:

The beginning of my story is going to be pretty dense and will take place over a few weeks, but right after I need to skip some time to make it to the next big event. I'm having trouble coming up with a way for the beginning to transition naturally into a more spaced-out story (it takes place over a few years, so I'll have multiple large timeskips like this). I feel like it might be a bit weird to have that abrupt change in pace. How can I make multiple timeskips feel natural in that situation?

I have another question about time skips [HERE]

This sounds perfectly reasonable, the thing that is going to ensure that your story works is to work on having strong transitions between scenes so that the narrative flows easily from one event to the next.

Think of it this way, all stories are made up of the most interesting parts of a sequence of events. In Harry Potter you rarely hear about classwork unless it is related to something else in the plot, or something goes wrong. We see enough to get a sense for how it all works, but the drive of the story is focussed on the plot, and the troubles that Harry faces, not what his History of Magic homework is about.

It’s perfectly fine to say something like ‘for the next few weeks nothing changed, but then one afternoon as he stepped out of the cafe, he saw …’ and then get right into the next big thing.

I think that this is one of those things that a lot of people have trouble with starting off – I know I still struggle with it – judging how much context you need to include between major events to make sure that it isn’t turning into a dull slog, but also to make sure that the story feels weighty and the events feel like they are taking place in a world with consequences.

A good litmus question for this kind of thing is ‘but why do I care?’

So, a Big Event happens, and you know that after a short journey, the Betrayal is going to occur. How much of the short journey should you include?

Well, if we’re looking at it in terms of ‘but why do I care?’ then you should include as much of the short journey as is relevant to the surrounding events.

So, if the short journey is uneventful and it’s only the events either end that actually add to the story, you can finish it up in one sentence: “Protagonist and their friends set out from the mountain and travelled along the well-worn paths in the Spooky Forest, until they reached Betrayalton.”

Does something significant happen during the journey, though? Does the Protagonist have a moment of revelation, or is there a moment of bonding on the road between a couple of the characters? Do they face a spider-deer creature that forces them to participate in a spelling bee to cross through a part of the woods? Then include those key scenes.

Is the whole journey significant? Are characters learning and changing as they travel? Are they going to have experiences on the road that will be important? Then write the journey out in greater detail, give it a whole chapter. 

Essentially, you don’t want to be including a lot of ‘travel time’ if it isn’t bringing essential new developments to the story ASIDE from getting the characters from A to B. Now, by travel time I’m not only referring to literally travelling from one place to another, but ‘travelling’ through time (time passing), etc. If you’ve got a big chunk of nothing happening between point A and point B, then it can probably safely be cut and replaced with a simple transition that informs the reader how much time has passed and set up for the next section.

If you’re not sure whether something is ‘travel time’, set yourself up a little list, titled ‘why do I care?’ and write down the key, significant, and interesting points that happen in this section. Can’t think of any except that the travel happens? Cut it! Can only think of one or two? Write a brief couple of paragraphs bridging those events? Got a truck load of things to care about? Then go ahead and write it all.

When you think about it, most stories aren’t just a moment by moment walkthrough of the entire length of time that the story takes place over, it’s absolutely normal to skip days, months, years, in a paragraph or two to get to the ‘meat’ of the story.

If you’re having trouble with writing transitions between sections, then leave it until later. Just write each section out, and put them in order, and then you can go back and list the things that the reader will need to know for the transition from one section to the next to make sense. Write a list for each space between sections, so section 1 to section 2 needs these events noted, section 2 to 3 needs to be clear on this big change that has happened, etc.

I hope this helps!

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