i'm just attempting to fish for some asks for him or something i don't know;;

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*
Fun, Friendly Family Dinners

A heavy shoutout to @girlofthearts​ for basically inspiring this and helping me with cooking knowledge.

In short: the Italy brothers attempt to “share” a kitchen. 

On AO3. On FFn.

Germany cleared his throat. “Perhaps my brother and I should make dinner.”

Veneziano blinked, then grinned. “No, this is my brother’s and my house! You’re our guest, we can’t just have you cook for us, that’s just rude. Besides, you guys visit our house for our cuisine—it wouldn’t be very fun if you cooked for us.”

Prussia clapped Germany on the back. “Yeah! I can’t remember the last time we call got together. Relax, West.”

Germany glanced between Romano and Veneziano. “I… suppose.”

Romano rolled his eyes, already washing his hands. “Don’t make it sound like we’re pulling teeth.”

The kitchen, Germany observed, was spacious. Plenty of counter space. More than the last house. He sat next to Prussia at the island counter. Double stove, a bath of a sink. It would be fine.

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marycontrary82  asked:

I don't know if you're taking prompts or anything, but I am having a terrible terrible day. My company started layoffs today, and I'm truly heartsick. Anything fluffy would be appreciated.

I’m so sorry you had a shitty day.  Sorry this took a little to fill, but I hope it helps.

Set at some vague point in a canonish future.

Clarke stood at the edge of the lake and watched tiny waves ripple out from where a fish had surfaced.  On the Ark, she hadn’t considered just how many different types of water there would be on the Ground.  On the Ark, water was something that came in a thin stream from a faucet, endlessly recycled.  But here water was so much more.  Oceans were enormous, making her feel small and insignificant, the crash of waves soothing in their constant roar.  Rivers took her breath away with their swiftness, the rapids dangerous but alluring.  Streams were softer, an offer of fresh water and a chance to wash the grime from your skin.  She’d seen a few ponds since they landed too, stagnant pools of green algae and deformed fish.

But this— this was different somehow.  It was bigger than the one behind Arkadia but smaller than the one she’d spent four days skirting during her travels, and this one didn’t have a shore rimmed in swamps.  It had rocky cliffs to the north with a small waterfall gurgling down the boulders and a small sandy beach to the south, sloping gradually out into the water.

She stood on the beach and dug her toes into the sun baked sand.  This lake made her feel safe.  At peace.  They were lucky that the valley Raven had found had everything they needed— water, good land, and towering mountains that sheltered them from the worst of the fallout.  It was a good place to start over, a good place to build a new world without the mistakes of the old one.

“Thinking about going for a swim?”  Bellamy asked, emerging from the tall grass to her right.  A bead of sweat worked it’s way from his temple down to his jaw, glistening in the hot sun.

Clarke smiled faintly.  “Just taking a break.”

The sand shifted under his weight.  “Well, I’m going to swim,” he said and dropped the cloth he was carrying as a towel.  Clarke recognized Luna’s handiwork, the blues and greens she favored standing out in bright relief against the pale sand.  “Want to join me?”

Clarke raised an eyebrow. “You know how to swim?”  They’d all gotten a basic lesson from Pike in fifth year Earth Skills, but all that had done was make them feel supremely stupid attempting to dog paddle in thin air.  The few times she’d gone into the water on the Ground she’d been mostly terrified, slamming into the water from the Mount Weather Dam or paddling frantically for her life after failing to take down a boar.

“Miller had a thing for rewatching Olympic swimming races up on the Ark. He gave us lessons when—” Bellamy broke off, and Clarke wondered if those three months would ever not hang between them.

“When I was gone,” she finished.  “I’ll let you get to it.”  She turned to go, but his hand on her arm stopped her.

“Hey, fresh start, remember?” he said with a crooked smile that hid so much pain.  But he was trying, so she would too.  “Let me teach you.”

“Okay,” she relented, and averted her eyes when he took off his shirt.  She’d been noticing him more lately, taking in the breadth of his shoulders from across the village or the way he rumpled his hair when Council meetings ran long and he got fidgety.  This was even harder, with his bare chest just inches away from her eyes, but she shrugged out of her shirt too and then stepped out of her pants.  Bellamy’s eyes might have darted to her legs, but he looked out at the lake so quickly she wasn’t sure.

“Come on, the water’s warm,” he said and took her hand.  The water splashed up his bare legs and darkened the tight charcoal boxer briefs he was wearing as he towed her into the lake.

Clarke followed a little more hesitantly, fighting memories of fear that surfaced when the water hit her chest.  Bellamy stopped where the water was just up to her shoulders and ducked his head back to wet it.  Droplets dripped from the ends, already springing back into those haphazard curls she knew so well.  

“Okay, we’ll start with floating,” Bellamy said.  “Lean back.  I’ll support you at first, and then—”

“–then my body’s natural buoyancy will take over.  I took Earth Skills too, you know,” she said with a smile.

“All right then, smartass.  You ready?”

Clarke grinned and leaned back, Bellamy’s hand warm against her back, and started to lift her feet up from the soft, muddy bottom.  Almost immediately panic surged through her veins.  She remembered being torn through the water after running from Mount Weather, fighting the current and then slamming her head into some rocks.  The last thing she remembered was water filling her lungs and then an awful blackness, sure she was about to die.  Clarke scrambled back to her feet and shook her head.  “I’m sorry, I can’t— I— I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” he said soothingly.  He touched her cheek, just briefly.  “But I’ve got you, okay?  I won’t let you go under.”  Clarke nodded, and this time she managed to bring her legs up, her back supported by his hand.  “Now start moving your hands in figure eights,” he instructed.  “No, not like you’re waving— cup them.  There you go.  I’m going to let go now, okay?”

“Okay,” she agreed, and then the soft pressure of his hand was gone and she was weightless.  

Bellamy smiled down at her.  Above him was sky, clear and blue and endless.  The water caressed her skin, cool and gentle, and she smiled back.

Things weren’t perfect and maybe they never would be, but they had a chance to try and make a better world.  

And together, they could.

Reset Day

We interrupt this sadness with some requests from followers. Thank you guys so much for being such amazing fans of my fanfic. You guys are the best, and I don’t know where I’d be without you.

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Warnings: Panic attack, Undyne, Happiness–whatever that is

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