i'm just going to post this because if i keep staring at it

Domestic Klance Headcanons
  • Lance tries as hard as possible to sleep in for as long as possible
  • this is a difficult task considering Keith is an early riser he doesn’t even need an alarm he just naturally wakes up at 7 to work out or whatever
  • one time lance tried to wake up early enough to surprise keith with a birthday breakfast-in-bed, but of course keith didn’t get the message to sleep in and was already awake
  • they made a mess making pancakes and bacon together instead
  • lance is a neat freak. it annoys the crap out of keith because he never had to clean up for anyone else whereas lance’s mother pretty much programmed him to clean up after himself and his little siblings
  • keith affectionately labels these tirades as The Nag™…brace yourselves, The Nag is coming
  • lance can also cook??? he chops vegetables like it’s nothing and keith is alway afraid he’s going to lose a finger at the speed he’s going
  • they couldn’t decide on a color scheme for their room so it’s just a mismatched mess of soft blues and and calm grays and vibrant red and angsty black and it looks awful. but it’s theirs
  • lance convinced keith to do weekly Couple Luxury Night where they did relaxing at-home spa treatment-esque routines. he told keith it’d be fun but really it’s just an excuse for him to pamper his boyfriend and take goofy pictures in face masks and cucumbers
  • lance always fixes keith’s hair before he walks out the door because that boy does not know that bedheads aren’t acceptable. keith always pretends to be annoyed but his favorite thing is feeling lances fingers run through his hair
  • lance got them really into competitive cooking shows and naturally it turned into a heated cooking war between the two. since lance is 1000x better at cooking (keith can barely peel a potato) keith is allowed to distract him by whatever means necessary. lance is extremely susceptible to neck kisses, side tickling, and obnoxious raspberries
  • lance in aprons with flirtatious sayings
  • keith complying with the aprons’ suggestions
  • lance totally has a childhood teddy bear that he still sleeps with with named tigre (as a child he didn’t really have a clear grasp on the difference between bears and tigers). He is now señor tigre, respect the title, and is appalled when keith calls it ratty and old-looking
  • whenever lance is mad at keith he pretends keith isn’t there and complains about him to tigre
  • when keith needs comfort and can’t get any words out, lance lets him hold tigre—he might be old as hell but he is soft—and just talks to him about anything until keith feels better
  • they have matching red and blue mugs with cute lions on them
  • keith sleeps on the left side of the bed, but always manages to roll all the way to lance’s side by the morning
  • keith also has deathgrip when he’s asleep, so lance had to buy him a body pillow for those nights when lance just wants to sprawl out
  • lance taped a fucking picture of his face to the body pillow the first night keith slept with it and the next morning lance was woken abruptly by keith shrieking in terror
  • lance likes to do voices and impressions all the time to keep himself entertained and uses random objects around the house as props. keith’s reactions range from tired-of-your-shit to must-hold-in-laughter, but most of the time keith likes to film him on his phone so he can watch it again later. he says it’s blackmail material but these are keith’s videos of the lance that only he gets to see every day
  • whenever lance decides to fart in front of keith he turns it into a punchline
  • keith would never fart in front of other people because it’s fucking barbaric but he feels comfortable enough to voice his body’s concerns (oh god lance i have to fucking dump pause the tv i can’t miss gordon ramsay ripping this neglectful chef a new asshole)
  • they have a weekly chore chart with shifting roles, except keith can’t do the dishes because sticking his hands under hot water and touching grimy dishes is a nightmare for him
  • keith never likes to walk around barefoot esp in the kitchen, so lance makes it fun by gifting keith with funky socks. his most recent pair has shooting stars with a moon made of cheese at the ankle. (keith unintentionally called them cheesy and lance keeled over) keith is known at work/school as the serious guy with uncharacteristically fun socks
  • lance likes to blast music but when it bothers keith, he turns it down and sings along at a moderate volume, which keith finds comforting
  • lance: KEITH HAVE U SEEN THE THING
  • keith: did u check between the couch cushions
  • it was between the couch cushions
  • they have a codeword for when keith misses a social cue and says something too blunt or rude, that way they can communicate easily in private and when company’s over
  • they also have a word for when lance is doing something annoyingly repetitive that keith can’t deal with
  • lance is superstitious and it’s all pretty humorous, but he never risks going to bed without saying i love you, even if they’re angry at each other. keith doesn’t understand why they need to say it out loud all the time but he knows it makes lance feel better so he doesn’t ask questions
  • some nights they like to sleep outside on the back porch so they can see the stars together, and they make their own constellations
  • when the Bad Thoughts hit lance, keith just stays with him, cradles him, strokes his hair. keith’s blunt honesty is a solace whenever lance splits
  • when lance dissociates, keith finds a simple activity for them to do together to coax him back like watching crap tv or going for a drive with the windows down
  • lance bought this weird porcelain duck cookie jar and every time keith comes into contact with it he stares it down for a good minute out of suspicion and spite
  • if either of them don’t feel like using their voice at any particular time, they bought mini whiteboards with tons of colorful markers
  • keith really likes to doodle?? its not his passion or anything but lance lets him draw on his skin and loves to show off his “new tattoo” to literally anyone
  • keith really wants a cat but lance thinks cats are too boring and moody. lance wants a dog but keith thinks they’re too high-maintenance and overwhelming
  • when they went pet shopping they became unwittingly enamored with a turtle struggling to eat a tomato. it was inspirational, and they named her Rita
  • they probably start a small garden and grow tomatoes for Rita and lance in floppy sun hats and keith digging gleefully into the earth
  • lance naming their gardening hoe keith and promptly running from an angry dirt-covered keith

im dy i ng I could go on about these dorks and their habits

if anyone wants to add anything more please do I'm thirsty for domestic klance fluff

post-emoji movie Trauma

WARNING: the following text contains spoilers and can be considered disturbing to some readers. especially my brain, because it’s leaking out my ears after typing this.

This is the first movie ever I’ve gone to see on opening night. And let me just say that, for the record, I’m glad I went to watch with friends. Without them, I would have most likely calmly exited the room, climbed up to the roof, and dived straight off.

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On Allura and Keith.

Because not everyone notices his low self-worth.

I think we all noticed that the only person that even tried to talk to Keith in s4 and remind him of his importance to team Voltron was Allura. It then occurred to me that she was the only one on the team that suspects Keith greatly underestimates his own importance.

This is not to say that the others don’t care about Keith, but nobody else had any reason to believe that he felt this way. Shiro has paramount trust in Keith’s abilities, Lance thinks he’s got it made because he’s so talented, and Hunk and Pidge don’t even seem to know him all that well. 

But Allura was the one there with him in that pod in s2e6 when he talked about how the team needed Allura to pilot the castle ship while brushing off his own importance, and you can bet your life she noticed the stunned looked in his face when she implied the team needed him just as much. I believe it was then when she first realized that Keith’s opinion of himself is so low that he fails to see just how much she matters, even as a paladin.

From the look on Keith’s face, it was obvious that he’d never even stopped to consider it, and that’s something that the perceptive Allura didn’t miss.

She was also there later, s2ep12, when Keith volunteered himself to infiltrate the main galra ship to finish what Thace had started. You can see the shock and concern plainly on her face, especially considering how Kolivan had basically just called it a suicide mission. It affected her enough that she made the decision to approach him by the pods before he left. She took this moment not only to apologize to him for her unwarranted actions earlier but also to remind him that he was indeed cared for.

By this point, I think Allura realizes that Keith’s detachment does not stem from stoicism or lack of caring (she’s seen him care… she was the sole witness of Shiro and Keith’s hug in s2e9) but from his own lack of self-worth. This moment isn’t just about her getting over her personal issues and prejudice against the galra. It’s also about her trying to drive the point home that Keith is important to them, not just as a paladin or resource in this war, but as a person. 

And then we see this again in s4e1:

SHE IS THE ONLY ONE TO APPROACH HIM without the intention of scolding him. She probably didn’t know that Keith had almost died, but she did know that Keith lost a comrade. Just from the soft “thanks” that he manages after, you can tell that he hadn’t been expecting that kind of concern and I’m pretty sure she knew that and provided her support as best she could. 

She’s worried about the growing distance between him and the rest of the team and she tries to remind him that he’s important. The way she adds “WE cannot” at the end of her statement is deliberate. She wants him to understand that he matters to the team AS A PERSON, rather than just a resource. Sure, he’s important to the mission… but he’s more than that to them.

Keith seems to ponder over this, but the idea probably just seems too farfetched to him. The only person in his life that he thought for sure cared about him was Shiro and their relationship at this point in the series is so degraded that he just can’t fathom it. In his eyes, if Shiro doesn’t seem to care, why would anyone else? (This is not me saying Shiro doesn’t care, by the way. This is just how Keith probably sees it, especially after their last few encounters.) And of course, the distance keeps growing and Allura is the only one that seems visibly concerned and it breaks my heart.

After Keith confirms her worst suspicions.

And that’s when it fully hit her just how unworthy Keith considered himself of being the black paladin, the leader, and that HE WAS PLANNING ON LEAVING. She just looked like her heart dropped when it happened. But Keith’s made up his mind and Shiro gives him his blessing, so all she can do is support him and remind him again that they do care.

TLDR;

Allura was probably the only one aware of Keith’s low self-esteem since s2e6 and she tried her very best to make him see how far from the truth he really was, though Keith never realized this.

A side note, I think if Lotor hadn’t shown up at the end and stopped Keith from sacrificing himself for everyone else, she would have taken it the hardest because she knew exactly what would have been going on inside his head when he made his decision, and she couldn’t stop him.

anonymous asked:

andreil pda around the foxes pleaseee my soul needs it

my marvelous anon, i am here to grant thine request, with a small side of accidental lowkey renison. enjoy <3. also on AO3.


He did it. He actually did it. After months of constant warnings and threats, Wymack finally followed through.

Neil can do nothing but stare at the flyer in his hand, mildly in fear and majorly in shock. A mere thirty seconds prior, Wymack had stormed out of his office brandishing this piece of paper like both a white flag and a declaration of war. He had paused just inside the lounge, making sure to gather everyone’s attention, before striding over to Neil and shoving the flyer in his face.

“This is for last weekend,” Wymack had said. “I already—don’t give me that look, you know exactly what the fuck I’m talking about. I already signed you up. It starts at 8:00 AM on Saturday, and unless you want your ass glued to the bench for the rest of the season, I suggest you be there.” He had then turned back around and disappeared into the hallway, leaving a room full of confused and curious Foxes in his wake.

A full minute passes before chaos breaks out and everyone starts moving at once. Various forms of “What the hell?” can be heard from all corners of the room. Neil blinks as the flyer is yanked out of his hand. He looks up to see Andrew, his eyes scanning the paper. Andrew looks up at him, and Neil’s heart nearly explodes because this look on his face, it looks like the honest-to-god beginnings of a smile. And sure, it’s at Neil’s expense, but he would embarrass the fuck out of himself at every turn if this was his reward. Andrew moves to hand the paper back to Neil.

“Okay, seriously,” Kevin huffs out with impatience as he pushes through his teammates. He snags the flyer away from Andrew who couldn’t be bothered to stop him. Kevin reads aloud, “The Annual Hilton Head Island Marathon…a MARATHON? Really, Neil?! Is this a joke?”

“I don’t know, Kevin,” says Andrew, his voice taking on the persona of a kindergarten teacher. “Did it look like a joke to you?”

Kevin’s only response is to scowl and shove the flyer into Neil’s chest. “This better not affect your performance at our game on Friday. You don’t get to take it easy just because you have to run 26.2 miles the next day.”

By the time Kevin has stormed out of the building, the rest of the Foxes have commenced their team wide freak out.

“Seriously?! He actually came through on that threat?” Dan is caught halfway between being genuinely worried and dying of laughter.

“Neil…bro…what the fuck…” Matt says from somewhere on his left, placing a consoling hand lightly on his shoulder.

“Oh my god, Neil. We have to be there. I have to witness this historic moment. You finally get to put your insane running habits into practice,” Allison is rambling from across the room.

“Wait, what was Wymack talking about ‘last weekend’? What did you do?” Asks Nicky, unaccustomed to being out of the loop.

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farminmomma  asked:

I'm a newby to Nanowrimo and it's been a long time since I've written anything outside of a Facebook post. I'm starting to fizzle out, and I was wondering if you had any tips for motivation/inspiration?

Hi! Congratulations on making it this far! 

I totally understand about losing motivation. I’ve gone entire months without writing just because I don’t feel motivated or inspired. But NaNoWriMo is a special case, so here’s what I recommend.

Walk away for a second. I know this is recommended a lot, but that’s because it works. Stop staring at a screen, walk a few blocks around outside, get some water, cuddle a pet. Take a moment to breathe and when you come back, try to come back with fresh eyes.

Ask yourself: what are all the things that could go wrong in this situation? Then pick one, and write it out. Some advice says that your plot should be caused directly by your character–them doing things instead of things happening to them, but all conventional advice goes out the window for NaNoWriMo.

On a semi-related note, don’t be afraid to take your time in your writing. Once you pick a plot point to write, you can take it slow! Write out the details, write out your character’s initial reactions, write out the consequences, and stretch all of this out like taffy. 

Know that even if you don’t hit the 50K, you are still a great writer. NaNoWriMo is a big commitment, and sometimes it doesn’t always work out. My first NaNo, I only did about 22K. But that was more than I wrote in a year, and so I still counted it as a success. Plus, it was fun! 

Find a good soundtrack to pump you up when you write. I personally use this site as background noise, but there are also a ton of ambient noise lists out there.

Try and remember why you love the story you’re telling and the characters you’re writing. You’re doing NaNo because there’s a story inside you, and it might be hard to get it out, but it will happen, and that’s a great thing!

Long story short: don’t forget to take care of yourself, breaks are healthy, and writing is fun! You should be proud of every word you write and every day you keep going. I believe in you!

we may be hollow, but we’re brave

Summary: Even had insisted they spend the night before their wedding apart, because he’s dramatic as fuck, but he ends up calling Isak anyway. Isak doesn’t even try to hide how endeared he is.

Words: 1,248

Isak groans as he adjusts the pillow under his head for the thirtieth time that night. It’s the first time in weeks he’s had to fall asleep without Even, and it’s fucking with him bad. Once upon a time, he thought he’d outgrow this urgent need to have Even next to him, touching him, just being with him always. But after a year together, he feels the exact same desperate ache for Even as he had when they first met—when real love, the kind that comes naturally with Even, still felt like a fleeting fantasy. He’s more or less accepted that forever is in his grasp now, but being without him when Isak could so easily drive over to Even’s parents’ place and crawl into his bed, still feels like the worst kind of self-inflicted torture.

He’d whined to Jonas about it for a good two hours earlier, until Jonas had threatened to hand over best man duties to Magnus instead. Isak had been scared enough to shut the fuck up, but not he’d just pouted silently instead. “I can’t wait until Even marries you, this whole engagement has brought out the clingiest, sappiest parts of both of you,” Jonas had complained.

“Do you really think that it’ll get better after we get married?”

Jonas considered this for a moment, before burying his head in his hands. “Fuck, it’ll be even worse.”

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anonymous asked:

tw for sexual harassment, but how would the guys react if they were out with their SO and they come back from the bathroom or something to find their SO being harassed by someone who's getting a little closer than they should? I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable

Let’s see how many beatings I can fit into one post.

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Roadhog

  • Whoever’s harassing you isn’t harassing you for long
  • They’re too busy getting thrown through a wall one-handed by a big angry hog-man
  • Doesn’t care if he’s causing a scene in a public place; he usually does that just by being in a public place
  • He checks to make sure you’re okay, then goes to pummel the guy to a pulp
  • No one’s willing to interfere because Mako’s terrifying as all fuck and, y’know, a few bystanders think the creep deserves it
  • After he’s done he wipes his hands clean and proceeds to silently fuss over you
  • Brushing his fingers lightly through your hair, gently feeling your arms and body for any bruises or signs that you’ve touched or hurt
  • Then he simply picks you up and hauls you home to vocally fuss over you and pamper you
  • Apologizes for leaving you alone several times, as well as grumbles about people like that creep being one of the many reasons he hates society

Junkrat

  • Again, the creep’s not bugging you for much longer after Jamie notices
  • He’s on the guy in a second
  • Marches right up to the guy and decks him in the face, then catches him by the shirt collar before he falls to the ground
  • Proceeds to threaten to fill every crevasse in the man’s body with dynamite, then keep him locked up in a shed like that for a special occasion
  • Like a firework party
  • Then he shoves the man, who stumbles and curses, away
  • Then he finally goes back to you to confirm that you’re okay
  • When you assure him as much, he continues on with the date or activity as if nothing happened, though he’s got a tighter hold on you than usual
  • You get extra stolen gifts and special gentle cuddles when you two get back home

McCree

  • Manages to keep his cool but just barely
  • Slowly saunters over and gets all close you, wrapping an arm around you while putting him between you and the creep
  • Then he gets close into the guy’s face and uses his free hand to show him the precious Peacekeeper he’s hiding under a long jacket
  • He just quietly threatens the guy
  • “Now you better be gettin’ along before you start up some real trouble, ya hear?”
  • Needless to say, the guy backs off
  • Then Jesse hugs you close to his side and takes you to your favorite place to make you feel better

Genji

  • Anyone who sees a buff robo-man coming their way at even the most leisurely of speeds better check their blessings and make sure they haven’t done anything in the past five decades to make someone send of ninja beast after them
  • So, I mean, when the guy creeping on you backs away a little bit when they see Genji marching over to your side, they’re not the dumbest person alive
  • But they’re still a creep and they’re going to suffer for it
  • Genji walks right by you and up into the guy’s face, and then keeps walking
  • He pushes Creepster back a fair way, until he eventually hits something to stop him from moving farther away
  • Then he gets a face-full of emotionless Genji (which is terrifying, let’s face it), who’s letting every threat he can think of go
  • Threats of him, his family, his entire clan hunting this guy down, even if he runs forever and literally falls off the face of the earth
  • He’s not a fan of his past but he sure as well will use it to terrify a shitty man back into his place
  • Then he thumps the guys back against the wall and walks back to you
  • He takes your arm like a gentleman and leads you out of there

Hanzo

  • Tbh, what he does is pretty simple
  • His dragons are just as protective over you as he is
  • So he just walks over and wraps his arms around you from behind
  • Rests his chin on your shoulder and looks the man dead in the eye after asking you quietly if you’re okay
  • Then his arm starts glowing and there’s a very vague reptilian shape made of blue light encircling his arm
  • Oh, look, there’s two of them now and the shapes are gradually getting bigger as the light slowly gets brighter
  • Of course, he doesn’t acknowledge this and just keeps giving the guy a deadpan stare, who’s now fidgeting and glancing at his arm every few seconds
  • “So, can we help you or are you going to leave my partner and I alone now.”
  • He does not phrase it like a question but as an order

Soldier 76

  • He literally just walks up to the guy
  • Puts a hand on his chest
  • Lightly pushes him back
  • “Unless you want your lights knocked out, you better be getting your ass out of here.”
  • And if the guy decides to push back, Jack keeps his promise

Reaper

  • He doesn’t do much right at that moment
  • He asks you to confirm the guy is harassing you, then he decks the man in the face in a knock-out punch
  • Then he takes your out of there
  • However, once you’re in the safety of home and relaxing, he goes back to hunt down the douchebag
  • The man shows up on the local news missing a couple days later

Zenyatta

  • He’s a pleasant guy, so he’ll start out asking pleasantly
  • Carefully sliding himself between you two and asking him to leave, as he’s making you uncomfortable
  • If the man persists and tries to move forward, Zen puts a hand out, stopping the dude from making any headway (dude, he’s a robot; you bet your ass he can stop you with one hand)
  • Not to mention the orbs around his neck are whirling a bit faster and glowing lightly
  • “Sir, I asked you to leave. I will not ask you again.”
  • If the guy still doesn’t move, he gets a little push that causes him to fall on his ass (again, robot = stronk)
  • Then Zen lightly slips an arm around you and escorts you out

Reinhardt

  • All he has to do is walk up and whoever’s bugging you will stop and run for the hills
  • If they’re really stubborn (and are one of those people who thinks they can take an old guy, even if it’s a 500+ pound old guy who has several visible battle scars), they run off with their tail between their legs when he picks them up by their torso and quietly growls a threat into their face
  • Then he goes back to German teddy bear Rein and sets up to finish your date/whatever activity you guys have been doing

Lucio

  • He gets a little rowdy but doesn’t actually put up his dukes
  • He puts on a scary face (yes, even our precious frog bean is capable of doing such a thing for someone he loves) and gets a bit pushy with them, trying to get them to back off
  • If they get pissy enough to swing a punch, then he kicks their legs out from under them
  • Then he grabs you and starts to leave, hollering that if they try it again they’ll get a lot worse
  • He buys you your favorite treat to make up for the incident, all the while apologizing profusely for leaving you alone and allowing that to happen
Just a Push

gif by @tomshollandss isn’t it beautiful

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Summary: Peter thinks he has discovered the key to predicting his crush’s mood just by looking at her. It’s a completely harmless investigation, until someone stumbles upon his notes and delivers an ultimatum which threatens to expose him.

Warnings: none that I can think of

A/N: this was based on a stupid thing I told @thekillingquill and she said I should write a short blurb about it just because I’ve been in a slump. It’s literally the weirdest idea ever but here we are. She tricked me guys she bamboozled me into writing a full fic based off an offhand comment. She is devious, but I also owe her a huge thanks for beta-ing this and getting me out of my funk. Sorry if it’s not great friends

I present to you: ZipperFic version 3.01

{ Also: N.B. is used in here to denote the Latin phrase Nota Bene, which basically means take note <3 }

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samwisegamgeeee  asked:

Hey Alan! I just saw a post about different types of allistics on my dash... one of them was "The 'Ally'™". I'm allistic and I want to know how I can be a good ally, so I thought I'd ask about certain things mentioned in the post so i can avoid doing them! What are person first language and functioning labels and what can I do as an allistic to be an actual ally (not an “Ally"™)? Thanks so much!

okay, first of all, I’m going to assume that you meant [this post]. If not, sorry. Second, I’m not going to get this perfect. I’m viewing this as a bit of a first draft, which (note to self) I will edit at some point.

definitions: person-first language is “person with autism” as opposed to “autistic person”. Please use “autistic person”. I dealt with functioning labels later in this disorganized hell-post. 

So here’s my stab at allistic ally 101

1) You follow the same rules as if you were an ally for any other group: [Here’s a pretty good ally 101 article], but it’s not the end-all-be-all. Keep listening to autistic voices, and if we contradict the rules hold our voices higher. 

Also, above all, rule #1 of allyship is don’t be a shithead–come to conversations with the intention to listen and learn first and treat us like human beings (this is particularly critical with disability rights)

2) Our voices are the important ones: this is important with being an ally to any group, but autistic people often struggle to communicate or express ourselves. Be patient. Ask people how they’d like to communicate and be prepared to be a bit flexible.

Some autistic people use AAC (Alternative or Assistive Communication), and their voices matter just as much as verbal people’s. You don’t have to learn ASL or anything, but don’t assume that because someone’s not communicating verbally they’re less intelligent or competent. And, even if someone can’t communicate using language (or communicate at all) don’t assume that they don’t have thoughts, feelings, and needs.

3) Nothing about us without us: knowing an autistic person doesn’t make you an expert on autism. BEING an autistic person makes you an expert on autism. If you see anything claiming to help autistic people that doesn’t prominently feature Actual Autistic People, don’t support it (unless Actual Autistic People are telling you to support it, see #2)

This goes double for any charitable organization focused on autism which leads me into point number 4 (also from here on out things are a bit smaller-scope, that doesn’t make them less important):

4) Autism Speaks is trash: [and] [here] [are] [some] [sources

If you want to support charities try ASAN and The Autism Women’s Network

5) Please don’t try to “cure” us: I’m dealing with some internalized ableism with this one, so let me turn you over to  Anya Ustaszewski who in [this article] writes:

My autism is part of who I am. It is not something “extra” that can be taken away from me to suit the agenda of an intolerant society. My abilities, challenges and perception of the world all go hand in hand. If I were to be “cured” of my autism, the person that I am would cease to exist.

so yeah cure = bad, acceptance and accommodation = good

6) Celebrate the things that make autistics unique: lately, tumblr has gotten a lot more stim-positive, but stimming isn’t solely a pretty, paint-mixing or slime video (in fact, stimboards are rarely tagged and can overstimulate the SHIT out of me). 

A lot of time, stimming is viewed as ugly, distracting, loud, disgusting, or socially unacceptable. Support your local autistics, don’t expect people to stop stimming and try not to stare or comment (many autistic people have to work very hard to reclaim stimming after childhoods of expecting to suppress it entirely).

Also, try your best to support different cognitive styles and processing issues. Try to keep your websites accessible, provide image transcripts, try not to make posts that are entirely text in images (like screenshots of twitter posts), and help to subtitle videos if you can. <- these things also help d/Deaf people and anyone who accesses the internet via a screenreader

7) steer clear of stereotypes: I’m not rain man or that dude on the big bang theory or your cousin’s dentist’s sister’s younger brother’s son. The ‘idiot savant’ stereotype is almost never true and puts unreasonable expectations on autistic people. Also, not all of us are good at math or science, have incredible memories, etc. Fitting or not fitting stereotypes don’t change the fact that every autistic person is human and deserves rights and respect.

8) functioning labels are fake: never listen to anyone who describes autism as “high” or “low functioning”. Every autistic person has struggles, and putting labels on functioning basically sorts people into “can be ignored” and “subhuman”. [here’s about a million posts about why they suck because if I put it all here this post would be five times as long]

9) ABA is trash: this is trigger territory for a huge number of autistic people, so [here] and I’m not going to say anything else just take my word on this one

10) If it has puzzle pieces on it, run: if you’re looking to see if a group is okay, look for the rainbow infinity sign. The puzzle piece is a huge red flag. Please don’t support anything with puzzle pieces on it. Please. I’m begging you.


Okay that was WAAY longer than I meant it to get, sorry. Also, I’ve missed a bunch of things, but I’ve been working on this for an hour and I don’t have the energy to add more. I’ll throw this in #actuallyautistic and hopefully someone else can add anything important I missed.

sometimes I think about bisexual Harry Potter, and about how it could have changed so much of the story, and right now I’m thinking about how it could have related to Dudley

like, when Dudley laughs and sneers at him at the beginning of OotP. “Who’s Cedric? Your boyfriend?” Dudley asks Harry with an ugly grin on his face.

And Harry breaks down and cries, because yes, Cedric was his boyfriend, and now he’s dead. Dudley just stares at him, pale with shock. Harry has never cried like this in front of him, not once in all these years. Harry always has a witty come-back, thinks he’s so bloody smart, and this is something Dudley can’t deal with.

And then the Dementors come, and it makes Dudley see the kind of person he is. Harry protects them, and even though Dudley can’t see the dementors, he somehow knows that it wasn’t Harry who did this.

Harry of course expects that Dudley uses this new knowledge of Harry against him - he packs his bags, waiting patiently to be kicked out as soon as Dudley tells his parents they got a raging queer living under their roof - but nothing happens. 

In the next few days, Dudley is quiet and withdrawn. Harry thinks it’s because the dementors scared the crap out of him, and he’s glad, because Dudley’s friends are never there anymore, and Dudley seems to be too lost in thought to be violent.

The night before Harry gets picked up by the Order, Dudley walks into Harry’s room unannounced and completely startles Harry. This never happens. Dudley looks pale, even scared. Everything about this is so absurd that Harry forgets to put his guard up like he usually does around Dudley. He watches his cousin closely as Dudley sits down uncomfortably on Harry’s chair, his eyes nervously darting around the room.

“When did you know?” Dudley asks eventually. It’s obviously tormenting for him to say it.

Harry is confused. “What do you mean?”

Dudley looks like he might choke on his tongue, trying to get the words out. “That you’re - you’re -”

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Malec Goodies Part 2

As always, if you know the author and want to give me a hand, please tag them :)

Never Better by satonawall

Three times Alec offers to give Magnus a backrub + one time Magnus asks for one.

No matter what by @hufflebee

Alec often thought about kissing Magnus.

Whenever Magnus would casually touch him, a hand of his arm, an arm wrapped around his shoulders, Alec would be overcome with warmth, feeling each touch throughout his entire body. Each touch left him wondering how his body would even contain him if Magnus ever kissed him.

And whenever Alec thought about this, his mind barely registered the world around him, barely aware of anything existing but Magnus. Which was a wonderful thing, a beautiful world to have his mind focused on, a world consisting of only Magnus.

Still, their English teacher didn’t really appreciate it.

Now and Forever by EmilyRLightwood

Magnus and Alec like to get down and dirty, but they are also totally soft for each other, even in the throes of passion.

Nulla Salus Bello by Nia_dAstarte

Long after Magnus is back in his own body, long after he goes again suavely about his business as High Warlock of Brooklyn, he still wonders what Alec was thinking. Coda to 2x11.

Oblivion by  @heartsalmighty

Alec stood up, keeping a careful distance and being sure to move slowly as he approached. “Magnus, I am so sorry. For everything you had to go through.”

Magnus’ eyes never moved from the spot on the floor he was staring at. He shook his head slightly, eyebrows furrowed deeply. “That agony rune…” He paused, taking a moment to swallow. His face was drawn in so much pain that Alec had to look away for a moment. He immediately punished himself by digging his fingernails into his palm. It was selfish to worry about his pain. He had certainly inflicted more than enough on Magnus that he had to atone for. “Made me remember things that I spent…centuries trying to forget.”

Off Duty by KouriArashi 

“I’m talking about an actual day off,” Magnus says, and Alec’s blank expression doesn’t change. “Off duty. If something goes wrong, they call someone who isn’t you.”

“That’s … not really a thing that the Head of an Institute gets,” Alec says.

One Easy Answer by @ameliacgormley

Magnus warned Alec he wouldn’t ask again.

And he didn’t.

Alec called off his wedding, but the next day walked in on Magnus with Camille and hasn’t spoken to Magnus since.

Now, months later, relations between the Shadowhunters and the Downworld are growing increasingly turbulent as the Downworld blames Jace for Valentine’s massacre of dozens of Downworlders.

It’s up to Alec, as Head of the New York Institute, to forge a peace that could save thousands of Downworlder and Shadowhunter lives—even if it means re-evaluating everything he once thought mattered.

Our Battles Choose Us by @thepinescentedair

Alec shakes his head and rubs his palm over the white scar of the faded deflect rune permanently inscribed on the left side of his neck. He wishes he had his stele or his bow or even his sword. Anything would be better than facing an unknown foe nearly weaponless and certainly powerless. He wishes a lot of things. “Keep your head and don’t get cocky, Izzy. We stick together, remember?”

Isabelle nods and stares at the door, weapon hanging loosely from her hand at her side. “You and me against the world, Alec.”


Or, after the Downworlders rise up against the Shadowhunters, the United States is quarantined off. Downworlders capture Shadowhunters and force them to fight in arenas for entertainment. Alec and Isabelle do their best to stay alive in the ring despite everything that has happened in the year since they were captured, but what happens when they try to escape?

Please, believe me by @katychan666

After swapping bodies, Magnus needs to make Alec believe that he isn’t really Valentine. Alec needs a bit of a push, but after hearing him out, he’s prepared to believe him.

Please, tell me what I can do by Shipper_Soprano

Aftermath of 2x12 “You Are Not Your Own”

Public display by @simonlewhiss

He’s going to cuddle with his boyfriend if he wants to, because he just put his body through hell for these people. They can tolerate seeing Magnus’ fingers in his hair.

Rainy Morning or the One Where Magnus Checks Alec’s Phone by @mfika

“Alec sat up quickly, keeping Magnus in his lap as he closed his fingers around Magnus’ wrists, kissing his fingers in a lame attempt to hide the embarrassed blush that covered his cheeks. At that, Magnus relaxed. No, Alec wasn’t faltering in his trust, he was just embarrassed by something and Magnus was now making it his mission to find out what that /something/ was. “Alexander, you screeched. That’s highly unlike you,” he grinned, amused.”

Ruin Me (Gently) by @thesorrowoflizards

It involves spells gone wrong, smutty smut, and a second virginity.

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First time ... Sleeping

HC: The first time Victor slept with Yuuri, it was because he had fallen asleep on the man’s chest.

It had been a long day of practice at the Ice Castle, and both of them were exhausted. Yuuri had dropped down onto Victor’s bed, with the intention of watching the video that the Russian had taken that day so they could go over what Yuuri needed to work on.

Having been the first out of the hot spring, he was wearing his soft cotton pjs and was waiting for his couch / not sure yet if we’re boyfriends (Post-CoC) to return from the bathroom.

When Victor entered, he was only wearing a pair of the inn’s comfortable, soft green pants, as he looked at his stufent who was laying on his back, watching the video on his phone.

When Yuuri noticed Victor standing there, staring at him with a small smile, and a wishful expression, he stopped the video, put his phone aside, and opened his arms wide as an invention for the silver haired man.

Victor didn’t think twice to dive into those waiting arms, and wrap his own around the smaller man’s mid-section. He nuzzled his face into Yuuri’s chest, which elicited a small laugh, and heaved a heavy sigh of contentment.

They talked briefly of their day, but soon, Victor’s eyes grew heavy, and before he knew it, he was fast, and sound asleep.

Yuuri, who had been gently running his fingers through that beautiful soft hair, noticed when the love of his life drifted off to sleep, and with a smile planted a gentle kiss on that little whorl on the top of his head.

Laying still, so as not to disturb the sleeping Russian, Yuuri wondered if he would be able to reach the blanket that had been tossed aside from that morning. Unfortunately it was just out of reach, and so reluctantly he figured he’d just have to do his best at keeping the man on top of him warm on his own. That was until his sister knocked, and opened the door.

Holding some extra sheets, she raised at eyebrow at her brother holding his coach, who was laying on top of him,  but then she smirked as she leaned against the door.

“Comfy?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, actually.” Yuuri whispered as he hugged Victor just a tiny bit more.

“I’ll just leave these here then, you might need them later,” Mari teased.

Yuuri felt as his cheeks turned pink, but didn’t justify her comment with a response.

As she was about to leave, he called out to her quietly. “Mari?” She turned back to him, as she waited for him to continue. “Would you help me get the cover?” he asked.

She looked over at his dilemma and nodded.

Gently she lifted Victor’s feet as they were laying on the top of the blankets at the end of the bed, then she pulled them over the Russian and her brother, essentially tucking them in.

Yuuri whispered his thanks as he got more comfortable, Mari pushed the other pillow closer to him. With a small smile, she turned the light out and gently closed the door.

Not long after Yuuri fell asleep, Victor still covering his body, Yuuri’s fingers still in his coach’s hair, while his other hand wrapped around the man’s body.

Many hours later, an hour before dawn broke over the horizon, Victor slowly woke up feeling warm, and very relaxed.

The first thing he noticed was how good he felt. Then he realized that the pillow beneath his head moved in a steady pattern, and sounded like the most peaceful drum.

Opening his eyes, he took in his surroundings. He was laying in his bed, covered by his blanket, on top of Yuuri.

He was in his bed, wrapped in the arms of the man who made his the happiest he’s ever felt.

He was in bed, with Yuuri.

He slept with Yuuri

When the thought penetrated his sleep addled mind, he grinned so hard, his cheeks hurt, and his eyes stung from the tears that threatened to fall.

He turned his face, gently pressing his nose into the soft fabric of the Yuuri’s top, as his happiness washed over his mind and body. His arms, that were still wrapped around the other man’s waist, squeezed just a little tighter, and a tiny laugh escaped his lips.

His movements must have woken the smaller man, as he felt the body beneath him shift and move. He looked up just in time to see brown eyes just opening as they looked at him.

“Are you okay?” Yuuri’s soft voice asked.

“Just really happy,” Victor responded honestly.

Yuuri hummed his approval, and gave the Russian a gentle squeeze.

“That’s good,” he said with a yawn. “Is it time to get up?”

“No,” Victor responded. He didn’t really care what time it was, at that moment, he wasn’t getting out of bed for anything.

“Okay. …. Go back to sleep then,” Yuuri said before he placed a soft kiss on the top of Victor’s head. Within moments, the Japanese man was back to sleep.

Victor couldn’t even respond he was too happy, he only hoped that the dawn would take it’s time, and allow him more time to finally sleep with Yuuri.

the eyes are the window to the soul (and to the heart)

pairing: jeon jungkook/park jimin; jikook

rated: T

word count: 7,780

tags: fluff & humour, attempted crack, college!au, emotionally constipated!jungkook, awkward!jungkook, sweet and kinda scary!jimin, eye colour changes, f l u f f 

summary: In which Jungkook’s eye colour changes according to his mood, but when Jimin wants to know what the colour ‘pink’ means, Jungkook hesitates. Jungkook doesn’t want to tell him that his eyes turn pink whenever he’s around Jimin because it means love.
(based on this prompt)

a/n: DEDICATED TO YOU, JAY-Z. (not the rapper) @gracefulweather ILY!! HAPPY RLY LATE BIRTHDAY??? i’m so sorry omg rip but enjoy my poor humour!!!!

crossposted on ao3


Sometimes, Jungkook really hates his eyes.

Jimin knows that when his irises turn a deep red, resembling that of burnt umber, it means all variants of anger– arising when Jungkook loses a round of Mario Kart that strikes a low and petty blow to his ego as a proponent of competition, becomes frustrated when he’s unable to make that absolutely perfect stroke of detail he’s trying to recreate in a painting, and mostly definitely when Jimin keeps borrowing his shampoo without asking for permission and keeps on leaving his belongings all over his living room floor when he comes over to freeload (but of course, Jungkook can never stay mad at him and his angelic character for too long).

There’s aquamarine blue for when he’s feeling all doom and gloom and blue; a dark indigo with a lingering grey shadow when he’s feeling mercurial like the rainy skies; a golden orange with flecks of warm yellow when he’s happy and carefree; a murky green for when he’s feeling sick and tired and a rich brown for when he’s feeling neutral and generally placid about life.

There were many colours that came with different kinds of moods, each to their own individuality that was certainly distinctable. And, well– Jungkook felt relief and joy to know that Jimin was more fascinated with such a phenomenon than skeptical as he eagerly pursued him with questions concerning the malleable colours of his eyes and wanting to know what each meant to the point where Jungkook felt comfortable enough to forgo his sunglasses around him, until one day–

“Hey, Jungkook,” Jimin sits his chin on top of his palms quite endearingly with elbows over his pile of notes, pink cheeks squished while he leans forward with soft blonde locks falling above rounded eyes that blink curiously as he stares right into Jungkook’s soul, “I’ve been wondering about your eyes.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook hums nonchalantly, “About?”

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How Far

A little something for @alphacrone​ who wanted to read some Friendship!Jack and Bitty.  A restless night at the Haus leads to an impromptu visit to the local bowling alley.


“Just trust me on this one, Jack,” Bitty said out of the side of his mouth as he reached for a bowling ball.

Jack nodded, then turned toward Shitty.

“Yeah, sure.  I’m in,” Jack said as he handed Shitty a twenty dollar bill. 

“Lord, that’s kind of steep for me right now,” Bitty said hemming and hawing. “Well, at least it’ll be fun.”

“I feel bad taking your money, Bitty,” Shitty said as he took two crumpled tens. “But not too bad!”

Bitty looked at the balls, and decided on a neon green 12 pound ball.  

“How hard can it be?” he asked Shitty as he lifted the ball and held it to his chest.

Jack smirked, and sat down as he entered everyone’s name into the automatic scorer.  

Lardo and Shitty had been restless at the Haus that evening, and their restlessness began to spread to the rest of the team.  Even with midterms quickly approaching, no one else had any real inclination of actually doing work.

“It’s Friday night.  We’re young and alive… let’s do something. Anything for fuck’s sake,” Shitty moaned as he dramatically spread himself across the kitchen table and sighed.  

Lardo sat on the counter looking through her Instagram feed while Bitty frosted some cupcakes, and frowned upon seeing Shitty plastered on the table.

“Can you please get your stank ass head off my kitchen table?  We eat there, you know.”

“Stank ass head.  Good one, Bittle,” Jack snorted as he also sat at the table, doodling some hockey plays in the margin of his history book.

Lardo jumped off the counter and shoved her phone in front of Shitty’s face.  

“Look!  An online coupon for free pizza with a paid game at Strikers.  Get up, peeps.  We’re going bowling.”

Shitty immediately sat up and threw his fist into the air.

“Yes! A little ten pin, m’lady and gents?”

“Bowling?” Bitty said with a slight moue.

Jack stood up and said, “I could bowl.  You don’t bowl, Bittle?”

Bitty shrugged and put down the last cupcake.  “Fine… let’s go bowling, I guess.”

“Thank god, I was just about to pass out of boredom,” Lardo said as she grabbed the Haus keys from the glass bowl on the kitchen counter.

“Let’s go, kiddles.  And bring those cupcakes,” Shitty said as he followed Lardo outside.

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RANT.

I like to look at all BTS ship videos on YT.. I just love seeing cute moments between all the members :). I know the likelihood of any of the ships being real in a romantic way is slim to none because shipping is for fun after all (something I enjoy doing). And I get that everyone sees what they want to see, which is fine. I admit that there are moments in each ship that sometimes make me wonder. However I CANNOT for the life of me see what V/kook shippers are looking at when they say that V/kook are the realest romantic ship…. I just don’t look at a V/kook moment and think “wow there is definitely something going on there”. I always see them and think “aww that’s such a cute moment, I love how close they are (I wish I had friends like that)”. I love all  BTS ships and how close everyone is. But even if I see a questionable moment or two, I mainly see everyone as a close family who love each other and it’s adorable. I just happen to think that there could be something much more romantic going on between Jikook. My opinion (with valid situations to back it up). But if you really ship V/kook like that then that’s great, to each their own. That being said, today I stumbled across a V/Kook vs Jikook video and OMG…

THE COMMENTS SECTION IS AN ABSOLUTE MESS. 🙈 and it’s only been up for 2 days. After going through the MANY V/kook comments I just have to get this off my chest.. 

The logic is just NOT THERE lol. I get defending your ship with what you think is really happening, but make sure you back up what your saying. Show the evidence you claim to have without dragging Jikook down. It just bothers me when shippers feel the need to discredit other ships, as a way of proving theirs is real. I understand there are terrible Jikook shippers out there that are just as bad as some V/Kook shippers, and I know that it’s not just them cause I’ve seen Yoon/min and other shippers get pretty bad. But I’m just finding more and more negative comments about Jikook because “V/kook is more real and jikook shippers are blind”. I had to say something lol. These are just some of the comments that had me shaking my head.. 

-V/Kook always share clothes and JK doesn’t like to share clothes, yet he shares them with V. I don’t see him doing that with JM”

The replies to this comments went off, and there were SO many V/kook shippers saying they never saw them share clothes. HOW. WHAT ARE THEY LIVING UNDER. I’m just going to leave this here.. because I just… can’t. lol.

Not saying JK doesn’t share with TH, but Maknae line definitely at least share with each other. 

-  “Omg GUYS IF JIKOOK WERE REAL, Jimin and JK would spend more time together. But we know TH and JK are always playing games and etc together.. They even went on a trip together..”

OKAY… I know I’m not the only one face palming here lol. First off, the only way you would know if Jikook spent more time together is if they show it or say it. & If I was in a REAL relationship that I was trying to keep private, I would not spend more time together in front of the world to see. I mean, COMMON SENSE people. Also from my experience, spending time together playing video games and bonding is something friends do with eachother. How can people forget that underneath all of these ships BTS are real life friends and brothers that do spend time together on their off time. They live together. Even if any of the ships were real they aren’t going to avoid the other members and not hang out with them because of that. Secondly, You know that V/kook spends time together and plays games because that is what they chose to share with you. You know they hang out because people have spotted them hanging out together. That’s great. But Jikook have also been spotted hanging out before, as well as stated moments of them spending time together off camera (e.i JK practically being Ji/hope’s honorary roommate, and them *cough* staying up till 4am to do laundry together *cough*). They are also GLUED to the hip at airports and in the background of many of their videos, assuming you mean off camera -.-. So just because your ship spends time together doesn’t mean that others don’t. (& also by that logic V/min would be the realest ship since even the members say they are the closest, have taken trips together and spend A LOT of time together). 

Originally posted by jikookdetails

“JM said that he loves JK as a brother and JK said that he loved his hyung (JM) as a brother.” “JK once said that JM is his brother and TH is his friend. I can not imagine a romantic relationship between brothers, but between two friends…” “JM TREATS JK LIKE HIS YOUNGER BROTHER HE SAID IT HIMSELF”. 

Another face palm. Like really. Again with the logic going out the window lol. They all call each other brothers because they are close like a family. I am pretty damn sure JK has called TH a brother at some point and vice versa, but go ahead and use that example of him calling him a friend instead. To me, that just means that JK considers himself closest to JM if he considers him a brother, because that is stronger than calling someone a friend. AND If any of the members were actively trying to hide their relationships or keep things private why in their right minds would they openly say anything to make people suspect something. Really. (& again by that logic V/min would be the realest ship here since they have openly called each other Soulmates and more.. Just sayin)

Plus in my opinion, there is nothing brotherly about this stare ..  Actions speak louder than words my friend.

Originally posted by jikookiscanon

Obviously if you are only paying attention to your ship, you’re not going to see the moments we see. Even then, we don’t know exactly what happens behind closed doors and off camera. We can only go by part of what we see and some of what the members say (Because fan service is still a thing). And even though the boys share a lot of their idol lives with us, we don’t really know what their personal life is like, only what they feel like sharing. At the end of the day shipping is just for fun because we don’t really know what is going on. We should all be supporting BTS as a whole, because without Bangtan the ships wouldn’t exist. So fighting between ships and constantly dragging other ships and members down because of your ships shouldn’t even be a thing. You can easily like your ship and respect the others. If you don’t think you see something romantic between Jikook that’s fine, because I don’t see anything romantic in v/kook. It’s all a matter of opinion. But don’t tell me that I am delusional for seeing something in my ship or use the “their brothers, it would be weird. it’s one sided” excuse to drag my ship down. We should all just enjoy our respective ships peacefully :). And with that I’m going to end this long rant with a comment I saw that really just fits with this post lmao. Because Ship wars are tiring & after re-reading this I realized that there is a Vmin situation for everything haha. 

- “It would be funny if in the end of all these fights between Jikook and V/kook the real one was actually Vmin…”

Originally posted by beuits

Yup. 

Disney Lyric Starters
  • [ Classic, modern, golden days, you name it, i got it. Feel free to change pronouns etc. Also this is a looong post]:
  • "Some day, my prince will come."
  • "Some day, we'll meet again."
  • "Some day when spring is here, we'll find our love anew."
  • "And soon you'll find you're dancing to the tune."
  • "There isn't any let up. I hear them calling, calling."
  • "Every time she/he'd find a minute, that's the time that they begin it."
  • "They always keep her/him hopping."
  • "She/He goes around in circles till she/he's very, very dizzy."
  • "They have stars in their eyes."
  • "Side by side with your loved one, you'll find enchantment here."
  • "The night will weave its magic spell when the one you love is near."
  • "This is the night, and the heavens are right."
  • "Look at this stuff, isn't it neat?"
  • "Wouldn't you think my collection's complete?"
  • "How many wonders can one cavern hold?"
  • "I want to be where the people are."
  • "I want to see, want to see 'em dancing."
  • "Flipping your fins, you don't get too far."
  • "What would I pay to spend a day warm on the sand?"
  • "Sick of swimming. Ready to stand."
  • "And I'm ready to know what the people know."
  • "When's it my turn?"
  • "I can see what's happening, and they don't have a clue."
  • "With all this romantic atmosphere, disaster's in the air."
  • "She'd turn away from me."
  • "He's holding back. He's hiding."
  • "Why won't he be the king I know he is, the king I see inside?"
  • "Love is where they are."
  • "If there's a prize for rotten judgement, I guess I've already won that."
  • "No man is worth the aggravation."
  • "Honey, we can see right through you."
  • "It's too cliche. I won't say I'm in love."
  • "I thought my heart had learned its lesson."
  • "You keep on denying who you are and how you're feeling."
  • "Get off my case. I won't say it!"
  • "I steal only what I can't afford."
  • "These guys don't appreciate I'm broke."
  • "I can take a hint, gotta face the facts. You're my only friend."
  • "I'd blame parents except he hasn't got 'em."
  • "Tell you all about it when I got the time!"
  • "I think I'll take a stroll around the block."
  • "Let's not be too hasty."
  • "They're quick, but I'm much faster."
  • "Barely even friends, then somebody bends unexpectedly."
  • "Both a little scared, neither one prepared."
  • "Finding you can change, learning you were wrong."
  • "Certain as the sun rising in the east."
  • "There's something sweet and almost kind."
  • "I wonder why I didn't see it there before."
  • "Who'd have ever thought that this could be?"
  • "True he's no "Prince Charming"..."
  • "Who'd have guessed they'd come together on their own?"
  • "We'll wait and see a few days more."
  • "What I love most about rivers is you can't step in the same river twice."
  • "To be safe, we lose our chance of knowing."
  • "Can I ignore that sound of distant drumming?"
  • "Is all my dreaming at an end?"
  • "For a long time we've been marching off to battle."
  • "Our aching feet aren't easy to ignore."
  • "Think of instead, a girl worth fighting for."
  • "I want her paler than the moon with eyes that shine like stars."
  • "It all depends on what she cooks like."
  • "Bet the local girls thought you were quite the charmer."
  • "Yet the only girl who'd love him is his mother."
  • "Whatever you do, I'll do it, too."
  • "Show me everything, and tell me how."
  • "It all means something, yet nothing to me."
  • "It's all so close, and yet so far."
  • "I wanna know. Can you show me?"
  • "I wanna know about these strangers like me."
  • "Why do I have this growing need to be beside her?"
  • "Come with me now to see my world."
  • "Don't you disrespect me, little man!"
  • "You're in my world now, not your world."
  • "And I got friends on the other side."
  • "Sit down on my table, put your minds at ease."
  • "I can read your future. I can change it around some, too."
  • "You come from two long lines of royalty."
  • "I'm a royal myself on my mother's side."
  • "Your lifestyle's high, but your funds are low."
  • "Mom and dad cut you off, huh, playboy?"
  • "You've been pushed around all your life."
  • "Won't you shake the poor sinner's hand?"
  • "I hope you're satisfied, but if you ain't, don't blame me!"
  • "All that time never even knowing just how blind I've been."
  • "At last I see the light, and it's like the fog has lifted."
  • "If she/he's here, it's crystal clear I'm where I'm meant to go."
  • "All at once everything is different now that I see you."
  • "Come on, let's go and play!"
  • "I never see you anymore."
  • "We used to be best buddies, and now we're not."
  • "I've started talking to the pictures on the walls."
  • "It gets a little lonely, all these empty rooms."
  • "People are asking where you've been."
  • "They say "Have courage," and I'm trying to."
  • "We only have each other."
  • "It's just you and me. What are we gonna do?"
  • "Okay, can I just say something crazy?"
  • "I love crazy."
  • "I've been searching my whole life to find my own place."
  • "I've never met someone who thinks so much like me."
  • "Say goodbye to the pain of the past."
  • "We don't have to feel it anymore."
  • "Can I say something even crazier?"
  • "I've been staring at the edge of the water for as long as I can remember."
  • "Every road leads back to the place I know where I cannot go."
  • "It calls me, and no one knows how far it goes."
  • "I can lead with pride. I can make us strong."
  • "I'll be satisfied if I play along."
  • "What is wrong with me?"
  • "But no one knows how deep it goes."
  • "If the wind on my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I'll know how far I'll go."
  • "Now I know I can be happy as a clam because I'm beautiful, baby."
  • "Scrub the deck and make it look shiny."
  • "I just love free food."
  • "Ouch! What a terrible performance!"
  • "You don't swing it like you used to, man."
  • "Send your armies, but they'll never be enough."
  • "You try to be tough, but your armor's just not hard enough."
Tired of hiding

This one is for the lovely anon who sent me the prompt. I really really hope it lives up to your idea and how you imagined it. *crosses fingers* *worries*

(Note to everyone else reading this - the idea and most of the storyline isn’t mine)

Summary: Baz starts going to an LGBT+ club at Watford, Simon finds out and it changes the way he sees Baz

Warning: homophobia (well… kind of. It may all just be a big misunderstanding)

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Happy birthday Sam <3


“How do you even get into that?” Sam complains loudly, gesturing at T’Challa’s Black Panther suit.

It comes out a tad too dramatic, maybe, but it’s already bad enough that Pepper paired him up with Mr. Tall, Dark and Deadly for the photo OPs, Sam shouldn’t also have to suffer through 2 hours of that ridiculous and stupidly tight cat costume.

Not that normal, non-superhero clothes would’ve been much better – T’Challa could probably make a pair of old sweatpants and a floral print shirt look regal as fuck. His clothes seem to always hug his muscles in all the right places, no matter what he’s wearing, so a suit or a jeans & black Henley combo weren’t going to make Sam’s evening any easier.

The problem, really, is that Sam wishes he could be the one hugging T’Challa’s muscles.

The problem is the goddamn suit looks like it’s been painted on, and Sam’s already starting to feel all hot and bothered in his own uniform, and they haven’t even stepped out of the waiting room yet.

T’Challa shoots him a smirk, and that, too, is deadly.

“You ask me nicely,” the man replies.

Well, fuck.

It’s a joke.

It’s very clearly a joke, and Sam’s too fond of teasing people himself not to appreciate it, but fuck if it isn’t putting images in his head, and god, that’s the last thing Sam needs right now.

He tries to cover the fact that he almost just choked to death on his own spit with a derisive snort, but he’s pretty sure it comes out too high-pitched to be convincing, and his sweaty palms aren’t helping.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” T’Challa asks when Sam fails to come up with a witty response. And god, Sam wishes. It’s getting really fucking hot in here.

T’Challa’s obviously enjoying poking fun at him immensely, if the way the corners of his eyes are crinkling is anything to go by. If he wasn’t so drop-dead gorgeous, Sam would punch him.

“Are you always such a smartass or is it just ‘cause it’s my birthday?” he grunts.

T’Challa blinks, and then raises an interested eyebrow. “It’s your birthday?” he asks. Sam just shrugs. “And you’re here doing this?”

“Pepper offered to change the date, but whatever man, it’s just a few hours,” Sam says. “It’s cool.”

T’Challa doesn’t reply right away, just stares at him like the cat that ate the goddamn canary, killer smile still on his lips and doing all kinds of things to Sam’s stomach. “I didn’t know it was your birthday,” he tells him a moment later. “I would’ve gotten you something.”

“You don’t have to—”

“In Wakanda,” T’Challa cuts him off, taking a few steps in his direction, “we have this way of wishing people a happy birthday.”

“What way?” Sam asks. But before he can stop to think about how close T’Challa is all of a sudden, or about how it’s getting a bit harder to breathe, there’s an arm wrapping around his waist and a big, strong hand at his throat, tipping his chip up.

T’Challa kisses him unhurriedly, but firm and hot and claiming, swallowing Sam’s gasp right up and then licking into his mouth just right while his hands keep him securely in place. Which is good, because god, without them Sam would probably just slide down to the floor.

When T’Challa pulls back Sam can’t help but try to chase his lips, and even whimpers a little at the loss of him. Later, he might worry about how pathetically desperate he probably seems, but right now he can only think of how pleasantly dizzy he feels, and maybe lament the fact that he didn’t use this chance to let his hands roam over T’Challa’s magnificent chest.

“Wow, I… Dude, I think I want to move to Wakanda,” Sam manages to let out.

T’Challa laughs softly. “Happy birthday, Samuel,” he says, thumb still stroking Sam’s jaw.

“So, um…” Sam tells him, because hey, it is his birthday after all. He might as well. “If I were to ask you nicely… would you be okay with that?”

“Well,” T’Challa says, smiling. “This was just a happy birthday wish. Wait until you get your present.”

“Can’t wait to unwrap it,” Sam jokes, and then forgets how to breathe, because T’Challa is kissing him again.

I’ve been cracking myself up thinking of like a college au where Dean just took his patronus quiz and he’s pissed because he got some tiny animal like a cat or a fucking weasel (which is what I got wtf jo) so he’s seething to his best friend Cas who is like really indifferent, trying to study during Dean’s rant until Dean asks what Cas got and Cas says “I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know?”

“I haven’t taken the quiz.”

And Dean immediately pulls out his laptop, muttering “What the hell Cas we have to know NOW. Damn Ravenclaws always too busy studying to do the important things…”

“Ravenclaw?”

“Yeah that’s your house isn’t it?”

“I don’t know.”

And Dean rolls his eyes. “How do you not know your house?”

“I haven’t taken that quiz either.”

And that launches Dean into another fit because what kind of self-respecting Harry Potter fan hasn’t been sorted into their house?

“But Dean, I’m not a Harry Potter fan. I’ve never even read the books.”

Dean is positively scandalized. He cannot believe his ears or his eyes staring blankly into the face of a man with no shame or remorse for the poisonous confession that had just escaped his beautiful too-pink lips.

“HOW HAVE WE BEEN FRIENDS FOR TEN YEARS AND YOUVE NEVER READ HARRY POTTER?!”

“I didn’t know it was a requirement?”

“Have you seen any of the eight movies?”

“There are eight?”

“OH MY FUCKING GOD CAS.”

Cas has the decency to put his book down. “Dean, I think you’re overreacting.”

“This is not overreacting. I’m friends with a heathen whose never read Harry Potter. Like you couldn’t even be one of those cheaters that just watched the movies, Cas, honestly?”

“It never appealed to me.”

“Who are you?”

Cas rolls his eyes. “Dean, if it means that much to you, I will take the quiz.”

“Oh no no no. You have to earn the quiz. We have work to do, Novak.”

And so is the story of how Castiel Novak lost a weekend of studying to marathoning the entire Harry Potter series.

When he finished Dean allowed him to take the sorting quiz. And as predicted he was a Ravenclaw.

Dean rolled his eyes at the result. “Typical.”

“Is it really that big of a deal?”

“Is it a big deal?” Dean scoffed. “Getting sorted into Hufflepuff was the second greatest identify crisis of my life, right behind my sophomore year sexuality crisis.”

And Cas looks skeptical but doesn’t argue because he remembers Dean’s sophomore year sexuality crisis and it was quite a mess.

He lets Dean show him to the patronus quiz and tries not to feel anxious as Dean paces behind him like this animated test determines his entire future. 

“I’m an owl.”

Dean sinks onto his bed, a small pout bending his lips. “Oh.”

“Is that bad?” The quiz doesn’t give an explanation, so Cas has no way of knowing if the owl symbolizes something deeper in the Harry Potter universe. Maybe it’s a bad omen.

“No, it’s just… don’t owls eat weasels?”

Cas squints. “I suppose, yes. They eat rodents and small vermin, which would include weasels.”

Dean glares at him. “Wow, thanks, Cas.”

“I don’t understand why you’re disappointed. I’m not going to attack you, Dean.”

And Dean is red now, trying to avoid Cas’s gaze. “I know. But I- I thought we’d be something more… compatible.” He fidgets, releases a resigned sigh. “Makes sense I guess. We’re really different.” Of course Cas is something far better than Dean, something bigger, fiercer, stronger. Something that could easily sweep him up and consume him whole like he was nothing.

Cas shuts the laptop and moves closer to Dean who still can’t look up. “Dean… I don’t know the implications of these animals as you might. But from what I gathered in the movies, they are a pure manifestation of one’s happiest memories. It is not the shape of the patronus that matters, but rather the essence. This quiz made a decision based on a few random parts of my personality, but it never asked me what my happiest memory was. Would you like to know?”

Dean can only nod.

“It was my first day at Lawrence Middle School. I was scared and angry and a group of boys were making fun of my bee socks at lunch. And just when I was at the point of tears, a scrawny kid in a Batman shirt jumped in front of me and poured chocolate milk all over Gordon Walker’s head.” Cas chuckled fondly, just thinking of it. “Then he sat across from me and gave me half of his pb&j.”

Dean is beat red and barely breathing. “You didn’t even like it because of the jelly,” he murmurs because it’s all he can think to say.

“And you stopped putting it on your sandwiches after that so you could share with me.”

“Cas…”

Cas reaches across the small space between them to cup Dean’s jaw and gently turn Dean’s face to look at him. “We may be very different, Dean Winchester, but you have had the single most profound effect on my life since I was eleven years old. You are my happiness,” Cas leans forward, Dean’s eyes glazing over and lips parting, “and I don’t need a quiz to tell me that.”

When their lips meet, Dean forgets all about quizzes and balls of light. He feels Cas’s hand slide to the back of his head, tangling in his hair as Dean’s own hands clutch at Cas’s waist to hold him close, keep their lips pressed together in an endless first kiss.

It’s soft and a little awkward, it’s breathtaking and a bit sloppy, and it’s pure magic.