idk if it's a crush, but it's more of the beginnings of one? but there's this guy i met recently and i REALLY like talking to him. we've been talking nonstop for a couple days now. idk what he looks like bc we met online and we havent gotten to that point yet, but he's so cool! he's really into classic literature and monster/action movies and o gosh i hope he's not straight (i dont think he is but still) bc i want to have a chance! and we just click you know? aaaa thank you for letting me gush<3
this is the cutest thing ever!! he sounds super cute, i really hope you guys get together at some point. :-))
voltron character as stupid shit my friends and i have said
if i was a fruit i'd be a tomato becuase no body realizes that i'm there, in the fruit category
let's bake cookies with carbonated milk and sell them to raise money for a chemistry field trip
ah yes, if you take the molar mass of oxygen divided by the radius of the sun multiplied by avagadro's number, then add the square root of the earth's area and finally multiply it by 0 you would get the amount of fucks i give
ah yes, whats on the agenda today? death? ah perfect
*teacher calls him obtuse as a joke* i know what that means,youre calling me fat
cut off your Fallopian tubes, BAM NO PERIODS!
why do kids get snack time and nap time, they dont even appreciate it. i say we should give the nap times to highschoolers and give the kids our workload instead.
hey help me create this huge epidemic that will wipe uot half the population so we can decrease our population bc its scary
magic is real, just look at the kids who get straight A's
i want the “i want you to become the leader of voltron” thing to become a huge joke. shiro accidentally breaks one of allura’s favorite cups. its dead quiet. he looks up and makes eye contact with keith; “keith, if i don’t make it out of this alive. i want you to lead voltron.”
OKAY UHM FIRST OF ALL I BIT OFF MORE THAN I COULD CHEW, I WAS GONNA DRAW ALL OF THEM. LIKE ALL OF EVERYONES CHARACTERS, AND THEN HALF WAY THROUGH DRAWING THIS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, HOW IN THE HELL WOULD I BE ABLE TO DO THAT? SO U H NAH. sorry ;; these are the only characters i got done. 25 people. idk i feel kinda bad but i just dont think id be able to do such a task- so uhm ye here you go. im sorry its shit xD like its all messy,,,
Consider this a 3 am AU written entirely on mobile tumblr in which Neil is a runaway prince and Andrew is a bandit/thief/Robin Hood-esque whatever the fuck with his family + Kevin, and like most of the plot is over and done with.
“Abram.” The name rolls off of Andrew’s tongue, unfamiliar. “Abram,” he repeats. “Is that a truth?”
“It’s the only truth I know,” Neil responds. “But if ‘Neil’ is a lie, I’d like to keep it so for as long as possible.”
“You are Neil Josten,” Andrew says. His tone holds no room for arguments. Neil has never been good at listening to such things, though.
“I am Nathaniel Wesninski,” he says, barely forcing the words out. “I am Prince Nathaniel Wesninski and my father–”
“You are Neil Abram Josten.” Even if he had not spoken, the conviction behind Andrew’s eyes would have been enough to shut him up. He wonders, not for the first time, how anyone could believe him to be heartless. How anyone could believe him to be The Monster that they’ve all labeled him as. Perhaps Andrew is more human than all of them. Maybe he just knows the truth better than all of them. Maybe, perhaps. “You are Neil Abram Josten and you are one of us.”
It’s the last words that knock the air out of his chest. “I’m one of you?” Neil breathes, eyes wide.
“Don’t be an idiot.” Andrew leans forward to flick his forehead. “You wouldn’t be here if you weren’t.”
“I’m dangerous to you, and your family.”
“So is Kevin.”
“But you have a deal with Kevin.”
“I had a deal with you.”
There’s a silence. A bird chirps. The wind rustles through the trees. The moon just barely shines through the leaves above them.
Andrew lifts a hand and it hovers just beside Neil’s bandaged cheek. He’s giving him a choice. Neil leans to the side, letting him cup his cheek as he closes his eyes. He hasn’t touched Andrew since Riko took him. He is still warm, although the air is cool. He had thought Riko would bring him to is father, and he’d never feel him again. He’d been prepared for that. Now, he doesn’t know if he would ever be able to leave again.
“Your father still believes Riko to be alive and on his way to him,” Andrew murmurs lowly, stroking his thumb along the bandage. “All it would take is a worded letter to your uncle. He would be dealt with–him and his men.”
“And who will take over?” Neil asks. He opens his eyes. “I am not fit to be king.”
“You are a leader, Neil Josten. You will do fine. It is your birthright.”
“I have not been learning to be a leader in years. I am out of practice.”
“Your uncle can help you. You can build an alliance through your father’s death, and he can teach you to be king. He loves you enough to do so.”
“And what of you? And Nicky, and Aaron, and Kevin?”
Andrew is quiet while he ponders this. “What do you want? What is it that you wish for us to do?”
“I wish for you all to be able to find somewhere to rest.”
“…I suppose. He is your brother. I can retract your criminal status. You can have a place in the palace.”
“So you are planning on becoming king, then.”
“I–.” Neil blinks. He hadn’t realized. “I suppose so.”
Andrew nods. “We shall send a letter to your uncle, then?”
“I do not need him to fight my battles.”
“You will not fight your father.” It’s an ordwr, but it sounds like a plea. Neil is and likely always will be weak to Andrew. He cannot argue when he can hear that something behind his voice.
“Okay,” he murmurs, “we will send for my uncle.”
Andrew looks at him, looks into eyes that Neil hates because they are wholly his father’s. They are eyes that Andrew finds intriguing, he knows. “The era of Wesninski will soon be over,” he says. “You will be a king bearing the name Josten. You are not your father. You will be better than him.” You are better than him, he doesn’t say.
“Andrew…” His hand is still to his cheek. He isn’t inclined to remind him to remove it. “Yes or no?”
Neil has not kissed Andrew since the night before Riko had taken him all that time ago. The last time they kissed, Neil was aware of the time limit hanging above his head. He had wanted to know the feeling of being something to Andrew before he was forced to leave them.
There is still a limit, but he feels like they have all the time in the world. Nicky and Aaron and Kevin sleep, far enough away to not be heard but still be seen. In this moment, it is Andrew Doe and Neil Josten and no one else. This is the one thing Neil has ever truly wanted. Whatever ‘this’ may be.
It is Andrew who closes the gap. Andrew who presses his lips so, so softly to Neil’s in a way that is odd, but not unwelcome.
It is not a kiss in a haze of lust. It is not one of desperation. It is not one that speaks of a goodbye and the knowledge that ‘this’ will never be anything ever again.
It is a kiss that holds the promise they had made all those months ago, and the silent promise they made just then. It speaks of that 'something’ that Andrew refuses to acknowledge. It speaks of the things they will never tell each other, but know, deep down. It speaks of battles hard won and the freedom that is so, so close. It speaks of whatever Neil Abram Josten and Andrew Joseph Doe are.
So my dad told me that there was going to be a heat wave in my area tomorrow and possibly the next day and the first damn thing I think is “Well of course, you gotta celebrate the hottest person’s birthday with the hottest day” and then I just imagined Oikawa saying that and Iwaizumi just throwing a chair or some shit at him like gdi why are you like this
So, a Water Tribe Betrothal Necklace is, traditionally, a hand-carved piece of jewelry given by a bride-to-be’s intended. It’s clear that a very traditional theme to have is a sense of roundness. This is shown by the first four necklaces shown.
The bottom two, Bolin’s, and Kya’s, differ highly from this, making them non-traditional. Now Bolin’s makes sense in the context we’re given from the show. Eska was shown to be slightly deranged and didn’t understand that Bolin wanted to get out of their relationship. The heavy-gothic themes help to show the dread, despair, and chain-like quality Bolin must feel. Despite this though, it still features a somewhat-round centerpiece like the traditional necklaces do.