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anonymous asked:

I saw a Victuuri Superman doodle and I'm obsessed! Any good superhero fics?

Hey! This is an awesome AU so I’m really happy to see this request! There aren’t many, so if anyone has seen more that I missed please let me know! (I’m sorry it’s such a short list, hopefully there will be more fics in this AU! 😉💙)


Superhero AU


if i’m never your hero by braveten, Teen, 24k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki is familiar.
(Maybe it’s his eyes, maybe it’s the scar on his wrist.)
But no matter what life either of them are leading on that particular day, one thing is the same—they revolve around each other. SO good, everyone must read this!!

With the Aid of Gravity by notwisely, Teen, 5.3k
Yuuri had plastered his childhood bedroom with posters of Viktor—had grown up with Viktor’s irrepressible smile comforting him on the worst days, the promise of his silhouette against the endless blue of the sky behind him: that if Yuuri couldn’t defy gravity and physics and mortality, Viktor would do it for him. Thumbs up!

High-Flying, Adored by terra_incognita, Gen, 26k
Being a superhero is hard. It’s even harder when you’re desperately in love with the most famous figure skater in the world, who never seems to notice you. Of course it doesn’t help that he’s a superhero too–and he’s head over heels for your alter-ego. I LOVE this fic!

I can be your devil or your angel, baby by hinatella, Teen, 5.1k
Yuuri Katsuki didn’t ask for any of this, and he’s starting to question all of his life choices that lead up to this cursed moment. Rec’d by a follower!

to some a dream, to others a stranger (and the rest of their YOI Superhero AU series) by volleycatnika, Teen, 3.7k
Over the course of months… Over the course of years, Yuuri is able to hold a face for longer. And not just a face… He can make himself sound different. Yuuri would celebrate being able to hold a form for a long time, such as the one he has held for two years but he can’t. He can’t not when there is one form he can’t hold… The form that only he can see in the mirror. Dark hair, dark eyes. Short but not that short. Would he ever be able to show his family the true Yuuri ever again? Such a feat seems impossible. This is a fun series to read!

on top of the world by springsoldier (ladydaredevil), Not Rated, 8.2k
In which Victor doesn’t believe in secret identities, Yuuri’s not quite sure how any of this happened and together, they fight crime! SO GOOD

My Hero, Yuuri by Abarero, Teen, 53k (WIP)
At the age of 23, Yuuri Katsuki is certain he’s just a dime-a-dozen hero that will never make a difference. Little does he know that the moment his path crosses with legendary hero, Victor Nikiforov, both of their lives will begin to change for the better. Rec’d by a friend of mine!

monochrome by simplydrasticvoldy, Mature, 18k (WIP) **Graphic depictions of violence
During the day, Katsuki Yuuri is a shy, bumbling, albeit genius grad student who has nothing figured out in his life.
By the night, he is a masked vigilante struggling to find a cool name for his alter-ego. 

Black Kat: the Beginning by LinneaKou, Teen, 19k
“God helps those who helps themselves. So who helps those who can’t?"Yuuri was nineteen when he first asked himself the question that would change the path of his life forever. Rec’d by a follower!

anonymous asked:

I love your stories! Can you maybe write one of the chocobros initially hating their s/o and slowly realizing they were stupidly in love but didn't know how to express it correctly?? (I'm sorry if it's confusing)

OMG thank you! These types are always cute, I hope I did enough variety for you!  (I also have no idea how they got so long)

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Noctis

“Oh hell no.” Noctis groaned, as they entered Hammerhead, seeing the woman standing beside Cindy. “Ignis keep going.”

“Noctis, we need to fix the Regalia.”

“We’ll walk.”

“Noct you’re being ridiculous.”

“We don’t need to go here, we can just push it until we get to the next mechanic.”

“Dude, that’s like another 20 miles.” Prompto whined.

“Don’t care, I’ll push it there by myself.”

Ignis sighed, putting on the parking brake, as the young Prince attempted to keep pushing the car forward. Only to give up and hide behind the door, as the two women approached the car.

“Oh so that’s the reason.” Gladiolus chuckled.

“Was starting to worry something happen to you boys.” You smiled.

“Uh, which one of ya’ll the Prince?” Cindy inquired.

Ignis groaned, as he looked down, “Noctis, get up.”

Noctis moaned as he stood up, his eyes ignoring you standing beside Cindy, “Hey.”

You smiled stepping toward Ignis, and Gladiolus, “Oh you must be Prompto, nice to meet you, I’m Y/N.” You called to the blonde a smile on your face.

“Yeah, nice, nice to meet you too.” Prompto waved nervously as Noctis rolled his eyes.

“I’ll take care of everything with Cindy, you boys can go rest your legs, that must have been a long walk.” You smiled heading back into the garage.

“Y/N hasn’t changed a bit.” Gladiolus chuckled.

Noctis groaned as he stalked off, “You say that, like it’s a good thing.”

Prompto moved beside Ignis, “What’s with him?”

Ignis chuckled, “A very old story.”

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anonymous asked:

How are you still a fan of Sam after all he's let happen to the fandom and to shippers in his name? You haven't personally been hurt by it so is it easier for you to ignore and pretend none of it ever happened? I'm struggling with my feelings about him and would love your insight.

As I have always said, I fan how I choose, and do my best to allow others the same privilege. If anyone reading this thinks I am talking about you, I promise you, I’m not.

I am sorry that there are people in the fandom who feel hurt. Its a shame that that was the result of something that should have been a fun and light-hearted experience. Please, however, don’t make assumptions, even posed as a question, such as ‘You haven’t personally been hurt by it so is it easier for you to ignore and pretend none of it ever happened?’ You don’t know what I have and haven’t been hurt by in this fandom, or by whom. I’m not pretending or ignoring anything. But I’m also not letting things have more presence in my life than they deserve.

You ask how I can still be a fan of Sam. First of all, I don’t believe that Sam did anything to fans, or allowed anything to be done to fans. I’ll talk more about that later. Even if I believed Sam did do something, that still doesn’t require me to stop supporting him. There is no one on this earth who has ever hurt me as deeply as my husband. No one has ever hurt him as deeply as I have. We don’t set out to hurt each other, but life is messy and people are imperfect. This is why I work every day of my life to practice the brutally hard art of forgiveness. Forgiveness isn’t an ‘If/Then’ equation. It’s not, ‘If this person is submissive and humble and admits all of their faults, then I will forgive.’ Forgiveness is a single party activity that is not dependent on any other person’s actions or opinions. I can forgive my husband when he hurts me because I choose to, whether or not he has asked for forgiveness. Forgiveness is for me, not him. Forgiveness makes me a better, happier, stronger person, more in control of my life. Let me ask you a question: Why would I NOT forgive my husband? Why would I hold on to anger, hurt or frustration? How would it benefit me? What would I get out of it? Heartburn, high blood pressure, anxiety - I don’t need more of that in my life. Besides, I know my husband is a really, really excellent man. His list of positive qualities is miles long. But he is imperfect, as am I. I forgive him, he forgives me, we focus on being better, learning from our mistakes and reveling in the soul fulfilling joy we find in each other. That is not ignoring or pretending, that is choosing our own happiness and health in spite of the messiness that is sharing life with another human. We are all responsible for our own happiness and happiness is a choice. My life is far from perfect and far from easy, but I am a generally happy person because I choose to be. Even if he did do something which hurt me (he didn’t), I can choose to forgive and move on. How can I still be a fan of Sam? Because I choose to be.

You ask how I can still be a fan of Sam after all he’s let happen to the fandom. He didn’t let anything happen to the fandom. We are not some unified group who get together each month and read the minutes and faithfully follow the bullet items on the agenda. Fandoms are very fluid bodies. There is no entrance exam, or document to sign, no oath to swear or dues to pay. People come and go as they please with no explanation due anyone at any time. Therefore, there is no control over what happens in a fandom at any given time, and my perception of this fandom is completely different from another fan, who may not be on Tumblr, but is on Twitter, or who is on Tumblr, but we have no followers in common. There are the Instagram fans, the Facebook fans, the multi-platform fans, the book group fans - and in each of these areas there are subsets of fans such as fanart, fanfiction, shipper, non-shipper, gifmaker, video maker, live tweeter, sam fan, cait fan, toby fan, graham fan, duncan fan, etc, etc, etc. There are thousands upon thousands of people who consider themselves part of this fandom. There are subsets of this fandom I probably haven’t even conceived of. We couldn’t possibly all share the same experiences, even in the same fandom, because there is simply too much diversity on every possible level. Therefore it is literally impossible for anything to happen to the fandom. You believe that something terrible happened to the shippers, but not even that is possible. Who are the shippers? Am I one, do you know how I categorize myself? We are all in control of our own experience. Sometimes that means not engaging or blocking, muting, ignoring, biting your tongue and generally not paying attention to people who don’t deserve your attention. It’s not Sam’s job to tutor us all about how to successfully fan, and it’s not his job to soothe ruffled feathers when one person hurts another person. How could he even begin to know? There are two sides to every story, so even if he was made aware of one side, what about the other side? We are adults. Our problems are our own. Not his. He has enough problems.

Again, you ask how can I still be a fan of Sam after everything that was done in his name. I don’t buy it. I refuse to hold Sam liable for other people’s actions. They are responsible for those actions. I am a Christian. I do not condone the thousands of years of atrocities that have been and continue to be committed in Jesus Christ’s name. I’m pretty sure He doesn’t either. I’m pretty sure Mohammed and Allah and myriad other well known figures don’t condone what was/is done in their names. I also believe that you are making assumptions about what Sam has condoned and what he hasn’t, what he knows and what he doesn’t and what his responsibilities are. Some people see malice where others see sarcasm. Some see apathy where other’s see focus directed somewhere else. We simply don’t know what has gone on behind the scenes, or what people really felt, thought or did. If someone was a horrible bully or troll (and there were several someones) that is on them. They made bad decisions. Really bad decisions. I do know that no one was required to engage with anyone else on Twitter or any other platform. Lucky for me, it isn’t my job in life to judge other people. My job is to do my best to be a good person and be good to other people. I believe we should try to lead by example. I am a fan of Sam because I don’t believe he did anything or allowed anything to be done to fans.

Do you really want to know why I am still a fan of Sam? You think you’ve been hurt by him, or someone associated with him? You think this has caused great distress in your life? Maybe it has. Here is something I know about Sam. His dad left him when he was three. Three years old. I have four kids. I know intimately what it’s like to have a three year old. I know how much they need. I know what it takes to raise a boy to manhood. It’s not easy. Sam had no contact with his dad. None. No advise, no outings, no support, no role model. He had no father. I’m sure this hurt him deeply and continues to hurt him. After years of absolutely no contact with his father, they were reconnected. His dad was dying of cancer. He did not push him away, tell him to die alone, tell him that he left so there could be no relationship, or any of a million other things he could have done. He chose the higher path. He traveled to see his father. He truly connected with him. He learned about him. He go to know him. He offered him love and support as this flawed man was dying. In short, he offered at least some form of forgiveness. I’m sure it was hard for him. I’m sure there were many horrible things he wanted to say. Maybe he did say them. But we know from his own words that it didn’t end on a horrible note. It ended on a positive, healing, healthy note. That’s pretty remarkable and admirable. That’s just one example out of many that illustrate why I think Sam is worthy of my attention. He is a good man. He is generous with his time, talent and wealth. He cares about people and he isn’t afraid to get his hands dirty in the process of helping others.

You are absolutely not required to be a fan of Sam. It’s a supremely optional activity. But my question for you is why would I NOT be a fan of Sam? I have yet to hear a single person give me even one legitimate reason why I shouldn’t be a fan, considering that I should probably hold him to the same standard to which I hold myself. We’re both pretty flawed, messy humans. Isn’t life grand?

justanotherhamiltrash  asked:

Hi there, do you have any recs for long drarry fics? I'm not very good at finding them

Hello!! I’ve done a rec list for long, slow burn fics in the past, so please check that out because I love every fic on that list to death! But OH MAN I could talk about long Drarry fics for the rest of my life, so here are some more! All very long, but not necessarily slow burn this time ;)

What We Pretend We Can’t See by gyzym (131K)- Seven years out from the war, Harry learns the hard truth of old history: it’s never quite as far behind you as you thought.
This is the only one I am going to copy from the slow burn rec list, because I just want to rec it every day of my life. It is quite literally my number one favorite fic ever, and I am not exaggerating. Do you see how serious I am right now? I am never serious. This fic is so amazing it turned me serious. I’m not even going to summarize it again because if you trust me at all you will just go read it nooooooow.

Turn by Saras_Girl (307K)- One good turn always deserves another. Apparently. 
Of course in the middle of declaring my favorite fic ever, I had to remember Turn and how utterly brilliant it is and how I’ve reread it and it was STILL utterly brilliant the second time and have a crisis because MAYBE THIS IS ACTUALLY MY FAVORITE FIC???! Aaah help, I can never choose! Anyway, are you a drarry fan who hasn’t read Turn yet? Really? Well, in that case FUCK YOU BECAUSE I AM SO JEALOUS YOU GET TO READ IT FOR THE FIRST TIME YOU LUCKY BASTARD. *ahem* Anyway, in this amazing fic, epilogue-compliant and worn-down Harry goes to an alternate dimension in which he is happily married to Draco, owns the best pet snake ever, and makes furniture for a living (love artsy Harry <3). It’s truly a masterpiece, and as always with my recs there is a happy ending, so don’t worry!

Tales from the Special Branch Series by femmequixotic (272K so far)- (Summary is from the second part of the series, which is the first long installment: Lost in Your ArmsThree months after their brief encounter, Draco has almost forgotten about Potter–or so he tells himself. Then a Dark wizard shows up on the Auror radar and all hell breaks loose. Draco will have to choose between everything he holds dear–everything he’s worked so hard for–and a few stolen moments of passion with a certain green-eyed Inspector, once his sworn enemy and now something rather different entirely. He’ll make the right choice, won’t he? Who is he kidding? He’ll ruin everything, as per usual. Bad choices and the name Malfoy go hand in hand.
This series is a WIP, but a regularly updated one and the FIRST CHAPTER OF THE NEXT BOOK IS BEING RELEASED TOMORROW AND I AM SO EXCITED!!! I feel so lucky to be following along with it as it comes out, because let me tell you, this is an instant classic! There is lovely forbidden fornication between a boss (Harry) and his subordinate (Draco) (the prequel was written for the kink fest so you can bet the sex is SCORCHING), a very compelling mystery/case, and truly brilliant characterization! I identify so much with this Draco. And I also love that Harry isn’t the perfect flawless cinnamon roll he is often portrayed as in fics. Everyone in this series is very human, and I am just dying of excitement to find out what happens to them next! I know I’ve already gushed about this fic in several other places recently, and I’m sorry to repeat myself but I really can’t get enough! PLEASE JOIN ME IN ROOTING FOR @femmequixotic AS SHE KINDLY DEDICATES HER SOUL TO US ALL FOR THE NEXT BIT OF HER LIFE <3

Secrets by Vorabiza (395K)- Beginning with Draco’s unexpected arrival at the Dursleys, Harry’s summer after sixth year becomes filled with activity and many secrets. As his summer progresses, Harry generates several unexpected allies as he finds himself actively becoming the leader of the Light side. 
OMG it’s the first fic I ever read!! The fic that brought me into the fandom! I have suuuuuch a soft spot for this fic, and it is just so so so good! It’s probably my favorite adventure/wizarding war plot of all. Harry is just so confident and he embraces his Slytherin side and really Gets Shit Done, and it’s SO SATISFYING. Also, I love any fic in which Draco helps with the Horcrux hunt. Also there’s a baaaaaaby (no mpreg) and mentor!Snape, which is really nice. This fic was written post-HBP, but is SURPRISINGLY accurate in its predictions. Oh, and the sex is super hot too ;)

Checkmate by Naadi (245K)- Draco has the perfect plan to get Harry Potter and challenges him to a game of Dare Chess. But is it love, or betrayal, he has in mind? A real chess game is played throughout the story.
This fic is so lovely! It’s an “alternate 7th year AU”, written after Goblet of Fire. It’s fluffy and funny and lovey and then dramatic and passionate and YEAH I LOVED IT. The real time game of chess, in which Harry and Draco take turns making “moves” (on each other) is just such a wonderful idea. Read the author’s note for more info! 

Leo Inter Serpentes by Aeternum (658K combined so far)- Just one conversation between two eleven year old boys goes slightly differently, and the world changes. Just how much will be different with Harry being sorted into Slytherin, and how much will stay the same?
SLYTHERIN HARRY ALERT SLYTHERIN HARRY ALERT! Yep, a Slytherin Harry rewrite, and a REALLY GOOD ONE. Like usually I love the idea of Slytherin Harry, and then once I start reading I either find I’m bored because everything is just a repeat of canon or I can’t get into it because everyone is so OOC. But not this one! This fic is engaging and different enough from canon to be interesting and I love the eleven-year-old baby drarry friendship that eventually turns to romance! This fic also features benevolent mentor!Snape, which I suppose is either an enticement or a warning depending on your preferences. You SHOULD be warned that it’s a WIP. But the author is currently actively posting the 6th book, and I have hope it won’t be abandoned :)

Any Instrument by dicta_contrion (131K)- Draco Malfoy wouldn’t go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can’t control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.
Okay I have a HUGE thing for healer!draco and this fic portrayed him so so so perfectly. Harry is having complications with his magic after an operation gone wrong. So Draco comes from France and of course they can’t get together because Draco is Harry’s healer but OMG THE UST and then let me just say that when they finally do have sex, it’s the most beautiful, moving, heart-stopping sex scene you will ever read. Like, I felt it in my soul. And the character development is so compelling and there are literally no flaws in this fic whatsoever.

Starts With a Spin by Maxine (120K)- It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.
AAAAH this fic has all the teenage drarry feels! They’re so in character, always trying to one-up each other! And like these constant party games are happening and they’re being “forced” to go further and further with each other by their friends until they’re actually having sex, and YET THEN THE WAR IS STILL ON AS WELL, and it’s just super well-written and great! Another classic :D

Changing of the Guard by Lomonaaeren (210K)- Need a perfect stranger? Ask Metamorphosis. Harry Potter runs the business secretly and becomes whoever’s needed for each occasion. He’s not sure whether he should be more surprised, worried, or amused when Draco Malfoy comes to Metamorphosis and requests an actor who can play his boyfriend so that his parents will disown him. Yet Harry has even more dangerous choices after he creates Brian, Draco’s “perfect” boyfriend. Draco doesn’t know who Brian is, but he’s trying to find out—and now so is Harry.
Aaah Lomonaaeren! Drarry writer of my dark, dark heart! And yet I know some people aren’t huge fans of her style and I don’t want to be reccing her fics all the time, so I try to keep the Lomon recs relatively infrequent. But if you are looking for long fics and you do like her style, I’m pretty sure she can keep you busy for like an entire year. This woman is more prolific than Steven King, and it’s a true blessing. As for this particular fic, Harry basically has Dissociative Identity Disorder, but he has been making the most of it by running a whoever-you-need-for-hire business. Only then Draco arrives, and Harry’s world had to come crashing down at some point and that point is NOW, and the drama is just so so good and this fic gave me ALL THE FEELS. It’s possibly my favorite of her fics :)

noodle-bird  asked:

Hello lovely! How about a pynch au fic where Ronan and Adam meet when the fire alarms for their apartment building go off and everyone has to evacuate to the parking lot?

hey there!!! i am so sorry this is so late, and i don’t really have an excuse other than that life’s been incredibly busy – with good things, mostly, so that’s a plus at least. three notes: 1. this is definitely not a drabble of a couple hundred words, because i’m apparently terrible at keeping my own resolutions… but at the same time, 2. it’s also not a complete fic; it kinda feels like the start of one, and maybe i’ll write that au someday, but i decided to let this go for now or i would never fill your prompt, ack ^^;;; finally, 3. this is unbeta’d, so any mistakes (whether in the english or in general knowledge about american stuff) are exclusively mine. hope you enjoy!! <3

Adam didn’t need this. With midterms looming so close, and the opening shift at the coffee shop the following morning at ass o’clock, he was really looking forward to going over his chemistry notes one more time and then getting an early night. Instead, he had been forced out of his tiny flat and down four flights of stairs by a blaring siren.

Adam really didn’t need this.

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anonymous asked:

My prompt: Neil and Andrew get lost in the woods and Neil twists his ankle, so Andrew has to carry him to safety (how and why this happens is the real challenge)

Here we go, anon. Also on AO3.

send me prompts :)


“You’re kidding, right?”

“Yes, Neil. Because I’m known for my practical jokes.”

Neil rolls his eyes as Andrew slams the hood of the Maserati back into place and crosses his arms, leaning against the front of the car. Andrew has deduced that the transmission is indeed shot to hell, and that this beautiful piece of Italian machinery will not be moving from its current location without the assistance of a tow truck.

He looks around at the deserted I-40, neither head nor taillight to be seen. It is nearly 3:00am, and they are somewhere between North Carolina and Tennessee. Neil had tried to convince Andrew to stop for the night a few hours ago, but Andrew will admit that he should have listened if hell happens to freeze over. He tilts his head back to stare at the dark sky above him. They’re far enough away from civilization that the stars are uninhibited by any city lights. While this may be aesthetically pleasing, it also means that he and Neil are, for lack of a better word, fucked.

Andrew turns his head to the right at the sound of Neil incessantly tapping his fingers on the hood of the car. Neil meets his gaze and then flits his eyes across the rest of Andrew’s face.

“Can you fix it?”

“No.”

Neil watches him for a few more seconds before releasing a dejected sigh and pulling out his phone.

“No service. Of course. Because why would anything be working right now?”

Now it’s Andrew’s turn to roll his eyes. “Okay drama queen, take it down a notch. All we have to do is walk to the next town or until one of us gets service. It can’t be that hard.”

“The next town isn’t for like twenty miles! It’s already 3:00, and we have practice in the morning, Andrew.”

“Okay, well I guess we’ll just be late.”

Neil has no words. His mouth drops open in shock, absolutely aghast that Andrew thinks this is an acceptable solution.

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“The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.” “I'm sorry. That's something we have in common.”

*screams internally*

*screams externally*

*screams eternally*

Hoooookay.

So. A while back I made this post, and the tl;dr; is: I said that Zuko’s choice in “The Crossroads of Destiny” makes far more sense if it were motivated by a desire to be there to help Iroh in any way he can*. And how part of the reason it didn’t happen was because Mike DiMartino is a hack director (more on that here).

*A decision which would complete the parallels between the first two and last two episodes of Book Two**, i.e. Zuko following Iroh into the Fire Nation against his best interests, where Iroh had been willing to follow Zuko.

**Here and here are good metas on that.

Since I wrote that I kind of came to a sort of ‘meeeh’ attitude toward the theory, because… I honestly can’t remember at this point, but I did.***

*** Never stopped thinking DiMartino’s a hack director though.

But then I realized something:

He said: “That’s something we have in common.”

Like, when people talk about this exchange between Zuko and Katara, they latch onto the ”…took my mother away from me.” part. And that’s good! That’s super important when discussing their relationship in any light.

But that’s not all Katara says.

In fact, here’s the exchange in full:

Katara: “Why did they throw you in here? Oh, wait, let me guess. It’s a trap. So that when Aang shows up to help me, you can finally have him in your little Fire Nation clutches!”
Katara: “You’re a terrible person! You know that? Always following us! Hunting the Avatar! Trying to capture the world’s last hope for peace! But what do you care? You’re the Fire Lord’s son. Spreading war and violence and hatred is in your blood!”
Zuko: “You don’t know what you’re talking about!”
Katara: “I don’t? How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through! Me personally! The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.”
Zuko: “I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.”

Katara very explicitly, very directly and very much in it’s entirety puts the blame for everything wrong in her life on the Fire Nation. That her mother is dead, that’s just the most painful and personal of those wrongs.

And how does Zuko respond? Does he try at any point to defend his homeland? Say that it’s not all bad?

No, the only point Zuko tries to argue is when she says that he’s the Fire Lord’s son. That’s what Zuko takes issue with.

Then Katara says: “The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.”

And what does Zuko respond with? “I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

When Zuko says that, he’s not just talking about how his mother is gone. Zuko is also implicitly laying the blame on the Fire Nation.

What this implies is that Zuko has distanced himself from the Fire Nation. That he has separated himself from his father. That he has become aware of the Fire Nations many, many, many shortcomings and washed his hands of them.

And, perhaps most importantly, how he is aware that his suffering is also caused by the Fire Nation.

Look, i said this about his wife, and I’ll say it about him as well, maybe even more so:

Ehasz knows what he’s doing. This was a deliberate word choice. This was written the way it was written for a reason.

And, like, I’m all for non-linear character development, and healing, and setbacks during the two, but the more I think about it, the more I believe that Zuko’s character inconsistency from “The Headband” onward was for cheap melodrama, while Zuko’s “going bad“ at the end of Season Two is entirely because Mike DiMartino’s a hack director.

bkwrm523  asked:

Weird question here; who (if anyone) on the Enterprise, if they unexpectedly met a clone or something of themselves, would have the immediate reaction of "damn I'm good looking." And then flirt with themselves for five minutes rather than do anything useful? Sorry, just bored at work = weird asks.

I interpreted this as TOS ‘verse meets AOS ‘verse, Sara. 

The short answer to your question - Hikaru.

Proper discussion follows. Shout out to @medicatemedrmccoy​ and her beautiful idea of Puppy!Pav. I am in your debt, Sunshine.


Jim Kirk

The Jim’s are a little in awe of each other, at first. 

Brown-eyed Jim can’t believe that he was ever that young, and blue-eyed Jim sees brown-eyed Jim as the shining example of everything he can never be, no matter how he tries.

They find themselves alone, and that’s when it all comes out. Brown-eyed Jim listens in horror at the story of the Kelvin, finds himself suddenly understanding the glittering hardness that reflects subtly from this younger version of himself, the jaded, rebellious exterior that blue-eyed Jim projects to hide his loneliness and his fear, all the hurts and doubts of his childhood. It’s a bit like looking into a cracked mirror, and it breaks Jim’s heart. 

Brown-eyed Jim shares his own story, then, and both Jim’s wonder at the wiles of the universe, how two people who’d lived such vastly different lives could be so fundamentally the same, and how, through it all, the horrors of Tarsus had remained a bitter constant.

They talk long into the night, and they find that they share more than they think - a love of classic literature, an affinity for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, an unprecedented skill at 3-D chess, a deep, unspoken fear of failure, inadequacy.

“Slow down,” says brown-eyed Jim to blue-eyed Jim. “Breathe. Look around you, Jim. Look what you have already. I was well into my thirties before I was given command of a starship. Remember, too, that it’s not the life you’ve lived, but the choices you’ve yet to make that determine the man you’ll become. Keep your face to the stars and the wind at your back, and the rest will follow.”

And this is how the Jim’s discover one last thing that they have in common -

They are both exceptional kissers.


Spock

The Spock’s are cordial and distant to one another. They work in tandem, each one half of a whole, each secretly wondering about the differences in experience and perspective of the other, each one knowing it would be illogical to ask.


Montgomery Scott

The Scotty’s are instant besties. 

Finally, finally, somebody who understands that it’s ill-advised to run a dilithium-depleted starship at warp nine, or that it’s dangerous to manually reroute directly from the matter/antimatter reactor to recharge the phaser banks, or that, yes, captain, it’s downright daft to park an entire fuckin’ starship under the water!

They swap stories over a bottle of scotch, each one more ludicrous than the last, and the gestures become increasingly animated, the interjections increasingly indecent until the conversation finally dissolves into a series of “Nonsense!” and, “Yer off yer ‘ead!” and “God’s truth, sir!” “He didn’t, the roaster!” and “Aye, but he bloody well did!” and “Get tae fuck oot!”

At long last, TOS Scotty places his hand on his breast. “Monty,” he says, as deadly serious as a drunken man can ever be. “It’s been an honor, sir. A pleasure and an honor.”

AOS Scotty feels tears welling in his eyes. “Aye, sir,” he says softly, extending his hand for a heartfelt clasp. “That it has.”


Hikaru Sulu

The Sulu’s are immediately appreciative of one another.

“Hello, there.”

“Well, hello myself.”

They waggle eyebrows, they flirt, they banter back and forth, they wink and blow kisses and slap each other’s asses. They even duel - much to the delight of the Pavel’s.

But it never goes any further than this, because each Hikaru is loyal only to his own Ben, and each Hikaru understands this perfectly.


Nyota Uhura

These two take to each other immediately. It’s an understanding that happens without words - in fact, the Nyota’s hardly speak at all, communicating mainly through subtle smirks and knowing glances. 

“Freaky,” the Hikaru’s call it. 

The Pavel’s agree.


Pavel Chekov

The Pavel’s are a force to be reckoned with.

They remind the Nyota’s of puppies, a bit - small, wide-eyed and almost comically enthusiastic, and way too close for comfort


Leonard McCoy

The Len’s hate each other’s guts.

Well, at first, anyway.

AOS Len circles slowly around TOS Len, who stares him down with a glare worthy of high noon.

“Well, spit it out son,” says blue-eyed Len. “Ain’t got all day for you to form a proper thought in that pretty little head.”

It goes downhill from there.

“An anterolateral approach? My god, man, what is this, the dark ages? A superior method is to -”

“Get. Your hands. Out of. My field.”

“Fine, fine. Don’t act surprised, though, when your patient develops a post-op infection. I’m sure you’ll document it as idiopathic.”

“Get the hell out of my sickbay.”

“Your sickbay? Your sickbay? Lord help us, they’ll let any ol’ idiot with a scalpel onto a starship these days!”

“Oh, yeah? Ironic, coming from you. What is it that you do for your patients, balance their humors? Stick around, then, Leeches, you might just learn some actual medicine. But keep your fossilized fingers to yourself.”

“Actual medicine? Tell me this, hotshot trauma surgeon - Did you wait to finish your residency before you violated your oath, or were you a cold-blooded murderer right out the gate?”

That’s how it comes to blows.


In the end, it’s Jim that they bond over.

AOS Len is impressed at how TOS Len leaps to action, despite the fact that it’s not his Jim bleeding from the head, and TOS Len notices immediately how calm and composed his counterpart is,

Once the Len’s are focused on a common goal, working together becomes startlingly easy.

“Grab the -”

“Got it. Did you -”

“Yup. Check the -”

“I’m a step ahead of you, son.”

One Jim is settled safely in a biobed, AOS Len shoots TOS Len a wary once-over.

“Alright then, Leeches,” he huffs, folding his arms defensively across his chest. “Purely out of curiosity…”

TOS Len gives him a good eyebrow.

AOS Len ignores this. “What approach would you use?”

TOS Len smiles.


They discuss medicine first, because that’s easiest.

They swap stories and surgical techniques, each appreciating the other’s exhaustive knowledge, each impressed by the other’s innovative methods and revolutionary contributions to the field. Leonard McCoy, in any universe, is a prolific surgeon and an exceptional CMO, it seems.

The conversation turns to David.

TOS Len drops his head into his hands. “Different universe,” he mutters, “Same mistakes. I’d hoped you’d been spared that much.”

AOS Len looks at TOS Len, then, and there’s a fire burning in his eyes. “I’ve been spared nothing,” he says softly, and the knowledge passes between them – Jocelyn, David, Joanna, oh, Joanna -  the grief, the fierce regret.

“I’m so sorry,” TOS Len whispers after a long moment.

And he is.


“Does your Jim do this to you?” AOS Len asks suddenly, as they are standing at the edge of Jim’s biobed.

He hasn’t woken up yet.

TOS Len snorts. Son, you have no idea. “My Jim,” he starts, because the words fall so easily from his lips.

He looks at brown-eyed Len then, sharply, then again with an expression of slow wonder.

“My Jim,” he repeats softly, then quicker, harsher, putting the pieces together, “Your Jim. You mean, you and your Jim.”

Brown-eyed Len drops his gaze, then, because he hears the ache in those words, the longing, and he understands.

“It’s not like that, for us,” Blue-eyed Len tells him after a long moment. He’s staring at nothing.

“It could be,” AOS Len replies softly, because he can see it.

He knows.


“Leeches,” AOS Len rounds the corner of the transporter room.

TOS Len is on the pad, waiting for the soft “energize,” waiting to go home.

AOS Len bounds up the steps. “I just…” he starts, pauses, ‘cause he’s not exactly sure just what he’s doing, yet.

“Son,” TOS Len starts, but the laugh in his eyes belies his sharp words. “Didn’t your Mama teach you any manners?” He cocks a teasing eyebrow toward AOS Len. “I believe the words you’re looking for are, ‘Thank you.’”

AOS Len rolls his eyes, but he reaches for TOS Len anyway, offering him a firm handshake. “Take care of him, Dr. McCoy,” he says softly. Brown eyes flicker up to meet blue. “Your Jim.”

TOS Len huffs a quick breath out his nose, gives AOS Len a firm little nod. “Always, Len,” he says with a little quirk of his lips. “Always.”

things tyler talked about in his livestream

(requested - genuinely sorry this is so long I’m terrible at condensing) 

- he started off by talking about where you can donate/buy merch for the joyful heart foundation, and also how you can donate to help those affected by hurricane harvey. afterwards summarised what the JHF does and how the team aren’t doing a charity stream because they feel they’re not the right people to address the issue, but emphasised that it is a big deal and means a lot to them, and they want to support it as much as any other charity.

- he will be around in seattle for pax west (from aug 31st) to hopefully meet up with some fans as well as hanging out with his friends

- there are a number of things he’s been working on which he wishes he could announce, including the shoot last week: “it’s coming and it’s going to be so much fun and i hope you guys love it just as much as we loved filming it.” they were at the location for 5/6 days, and it was so much fun to have everyone’s creative effort come together

- someone brought up ethan’s 5 years on youtube posters, and tyler talked about how hardworking ethan is: “ethan is one of the most dedicated guys that I have the privilege to know and it’s really exciting to see his youtube channel take off, the community he’s built”

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35. “You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

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Embarrassingly enough, Keith wasn’t a fan of washing his hands. he did it when he remembered, sure (like when Coran bid them to wash up before a meal or when he passed the bathroom sink and remembered Shrio’s hygiene lesson a lifetime ago), but it wasn’t often that he felt his hands were that dirty. His paladin armor had full gloves and the outfit he was stuck in space with had his favorite finger-less gloves in the mix, both of which gave adequate protection against grime. When his fingernails would get gross and lined with dirt beneath, he would dig out the gunk with a knife or a pen, and he was good to go.

When he did remove his finger-less gloves for a proper wash, Lance made sure to have a field day every time. Keith knew, somewhere, that he was plainly being provoked by the flamboyant blue paladin, but he fell for the taunts in an endless cycle.

“Oh my.” Lance began, scandalized and waving a hand to fan his face, “Keith. You can’t just go around stripping.”

As he peeled his glove the rest of the way off, Keith growled. “Stop.” He grunted plainly, tossing his gloves onto the kitchen counter and thrusting his hands underneath the automatic faucet. Cool water rushed over his hands and he saw Lance moving out of the corner of his eye, but spared no glances in favor of scrubbing at the line where tanned skin met pale. The lines from where his gloves were often on were becoming suspiciously prominent.

“Stop what? Asking you to stay decent?” There was a twinge of mock embarrassment in Lance’s voice that made Keith’s own fluster flood in his cheeks, despite knowing well that there was nothing indecent about what was happening. Keith added soap to the scrubbing session as an afterthought and lathered it in as he determinedly did not look at Lance. “What if the others saw you like this? You’re practically nude, absolutely bared to the world.”

Dark eyes rolled as Keith leaned his head back, following their movement and staring at the ceiling while he rinsed his hands of the soap. “I can’t believe you get to see me naked.” He indulged himself a moment in the implication of the words. Both of them were just beginning to familiarize themselves with one another in a new manner, and even if they weren’t at that stage yet Keith relished the ability to even just say such a thing to Lance.

Lance’s sputter had Keith fighting a smile as he looked for something to dry his hands on, turning to his boyfriend over his shoulder and pausing at the sight.

“These are so gross.” Lance, face ruddy with embarrassment he wouldn’t own up to, was avoiding looking at Keith by staring down at his gloves instead. He pulled them on before Keith could snatch them back, and they both paused. “They feel like old sweat and bad life choices.”

“Off.” Was all Keith huffed, leaning over the counter as Lance danced around an island to avoid him.

Deep blue eyes flicked to Keith’s bare hands, and Lance let out an almost trapped laugh. “You have glove tan lines! Do you ever take them off?” Almost cautiously, as he leaned out of Keith’s swipe for his hands, Lance brought his left hand to his face and sniffed the black leather. For the briefest fraction of a second, Keith could swear he saw Lance’s eyes widen and his face deepen in color, but it was gone as soon as it had come. “They even smell like it.”

Keith scowled, moving around the island to follow after his property and Lance. “Like what?”

“Sweat and bad life choices.” Lance sang again easily, pushing himself up onto the surface of the island. Before he could swivel and plant himself on the other side out of Keith’s reach again, the red paladin lunged forward and caught him by his leg. He was rewarded by Lance’s squawk.

“Come on.” Keith tugged at the leg until Lance was facing him properly, though his hands were still out of reach and Lance was doing a good job at making the position as strange as possible.

“On what?” Lance shot back immediately, grin wicked as he threw his hands into the air away from another swipe.

“You heard me.” Keith snapped a little, tugging a little more insistently and knowing his face was hot at his boyfriend’s easy teasing, “Take. Them. Off.”

Lance heaved a long dramatic sigh, draping himself over the counter on his back and closing his eyes. “Make me, Mullet.”

“Lance…” Keith warned, eyes sharp on the exposed tan hips and tummy from where Lance’s shirt had pulled with his movements.

The long legs on either side of Keith shifted to wrap around him, and he rolled his eyes as Lance slowly peeled the gloves off from so far. His thin fingers looked a little loose in the slots, though they were universal of a size enough to fit fine ultimately. Without moving from his laying position, Lance set them in a bundle off to the side of where he had Keith caged. Only when Keith shifted to reach for them was when Lance jerked up to rest on his elbows and tug Keith closer to the counter by his legs, winding him a little at the jut of counter top shoved into his stomach.

Seeing the irritation plain on Keith’s…everything at the antics, Lance’s easy smile faltered a second, and he swung himself fully upright again. He was much taller than Keith in his position, something they both secretly admired in terms of the perspective change, but when Lance’s soft hands moved slowly, they didn’t aim for Keith’s face as anticipated in taking advantage of the position. Instead, they found Keith’s own hands and slowly slotted the fingers together, Lance’s gaze holding an intensity to rival Keith’s own as they bored into one another.

“I don’t think I’ve ever held your hands without gloves.” Lance said softly, thoughtful though his gaze wasn’t searching for an answer or reply. Keith hummed anyway, feeling his brow soften as their fingers squeezed into one another and Lance ran a thumb up the length of his right pointer finger.

Daddy Duties

Simon Dominic (AOMG) x Y/N (Reader)
Genre: Family / Romance
Count: 2,083
Warning: Fluff
Rating: G
Requested: By @thessamd and also a few other anons who wanted Simon D fluff! Sorry for the long wait! I hope you all enjoy it :)
P.S. I’ve always wanted to call Simon daddy ;) ayeee

Originally posted by yooneroos

“Kisa, come on, baby,” Simon urged as gently as he could in his gravely voice. His one and half year old daughter was currently trying to rip off a leaf on the plant in the lobby of the AOMG building. When she didn’t budge, he took her tiny fingers in his grasp and lead her down the hall, smiling when the front desk girls cooed at her.

His dark eyes trailed after the little tyke when she unlatched herself from his hands to run down the hall and into an open elevator. Her curly hair was tied in two messy pony-tails, obviously done by none other than himself, and bounced just as she did when the door closed behind him. Her Jordans matched his, as well as their coordinated outfits, which was just light denim jeans and black long sleeves since it was nearing fall. She was babbling in her baby language but when the doors slid open, she was sprinting once again.

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anonymous asked:

pLEASE write out some arranged marriage au's for perc'ahlia. i BEG you

literally all you have to do is ask, so long as you don’t mind a summary of ideas rather than actual fics because…..i would die if i tried. but i have many ideas regarding these two and marriage, and quite a few are arranged marriages. let’s see….

You have your classic arranged marriage, based on a timeline where the de Rolo family is alive and Vax and Vex are far more controlled by their father’s wishes. I like to think of this one as the left overs idea, seeing as it’s founded on the principles of Frederick and Johanna having to arrange a marriage for their third child who will not go out courting, and Syldor having to make a match for Vex before he can feasibly find a future husband for Velora. The deal is struck after months of arguing, when Vex finally agrees to marry some little lordling from the north because, well, the rumors about him are that he can’t be bothered about a wife, so he ought not to mind one that spends more time in the woods than by his side, right? And she’s heard Whitestone is lovely if chilly and distant (thought, really, that’s a virtue when it comes to getting as far from Syngorn as possible, and she even gets to take Vax with her).
They meet as proper nobility and this would be the fic in which Percy politely offers to cut his finger on the sheets. Instead, they stay up most of the night with Percy carefully explaining Whitestone’s traditions and Vex explaining how rubbish some of that is, and the maid finds them asleep against each other in the morning, still propped up against the headboard in casual day clothes, a map and what looks like half a written and scribbled-over argument in parchment pieces strewn across the bed. She’ll have to be checking the linens later, then.

Then we have the canon-compliant arranged marriage that I have seen written in some form or another, where Vex was supposed to be married off to Percy, but then of course the Briarwoods happened and Byroden happened and it never got all worked out. This idea mostly involves me wanting to write Vax being an ass about it on principle and/or Cassandra casually mentioning Percy’s betrothed, which causes a whole slew of confusion and one ill-fated quest to make sure he isn’t still engaged (which of course he is) because Percy really does not want to be engaged to anyone but Vex (which of course he isn’t). The endgame of this whole comedy of errors being Vex holding the papers legally binding them hostage, while Percy tries to grab them back because “It ought to be our choice, I don’t want to push a deal on you that you had no say in.” “Oh, so you’re not interested in making deals you don’t know the full repercussions of now, hm?” “I’m not - It’s not the repercussions I’m working about, it’s - I’d rather make this deal with you - give me the damn papers, Vex!”

I also have this idea for something very Swan Princess-esque where Vex and Percy grew up knowing they were going to be married, but then i also have this love of doing things a little backwards. So Percy is the one who starts falling in love first - in tiny inches, with the way Vex stands straight and tall with her brother when they’ve gotten in trouble again, with her laugh when it’s soft and light and then also when it’s too loud and sudden and she sometimes looks as though it’s caught her by surprise. He falls in love with her messy braid and the feathers in it, her awful-sounding Abyssal and the way it makes their tutors cringe, her insistence on keeping both a pet bear and a table full of cosmetics, the both of which she learns to wield and treasure for how they keep her safe and happy.
Vex, on the other hand, feels only a grudging sort of friendship. Sure, Percy’s alright. He’s clever enough and polite and stopped trying to lock her and Vax out of his rooms years ago (for all the good it ever did him when Vax was more than happy to pick said locks). And Vex knows she’s going to marry him one day, and that will be fine, but she doesn’t expect him to have grown to tall over a year. She doesn’t expect him to have a jawline she can see her lips following or eyes that beg to go darker with passion, and she certainly doesn’t expect his familiar wry grin to punch the breath from her chest when it’s directed at her now. He shows her the siege arrows he’s made (”They’re much more powerful than the exploding ones, you see. You’ll have to test them, but I’ve also had an idea for something like a grappling arrow that I’d like to try if you’re willing to give me some input.”) and Vex remembers the things he’s made and done for her and all the times she never thanked him and he never seemed to mind, and oh. Well. There’s an idea. Perhaps he loves her, and Vex finds herself a little in love with the thought.

The last thought I’ve had is angst-ridden and only half-formed, but it begins with the Briarwoods deciding to marry off the surviving de Rolos instead of Percy escaping, and he gets shipped to Syngorn. Vex is determined to hate him, just like everything Syldor has ever brought into their lives, but he’s so damn fragile when he arrives, and Vex has never been able to walk away from broken things. He’s her husband, yes, but Vex does a lot more of being his only friend than being a wife, and Percy slowly opens up. The twins are not nearly as bad as he’d dreaded and it’s certainly better than staying trapped in his old home, shadowed by monsters and wraiths, or chained in the dungeon and left to Anna’s tender mercies. He behaves because of Cassandra, but she is also why he never can quite enjoy his new life. Vex catches him, eventually, in a moment where he seems to be truly happy for once - and a breath-taking sight that is, when he’s creating and thinking, beautifully vibrant and casually sharp-tongued - just before he catches himself out and remembers to be quietly miserable.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about when you do that,” Vex insists. “What is it that always makes you force yourself to look guilty for enjoying things.”
Percy tells her, in halting, almost forgotten and definitely avoidant sentences, about his home and the people who took it from him, about the sister he left behind and why he’s never on anything less than his best behavior. Because if word ever gets back that he isn’t, it will be on Cassandra’s head.
“Well,” Vex says, after she’s swallowed down the impulse to simply hold Percy as close and as tightly as she can. “Let’s go get Vax. If we have to go liberate our city, we’ll need him.”
“You don’t have to get involved,” Percy tries. “It’s my problem, not yours.”
“By law, it’s half mine,” Vex says, flippant in the way she knows gets across how serious she really is. “The problems and all. That’s marriage, darling.”
It’s the first time Percy says he loves her, so quietly any human wouldn’t have caught it, but luckily, Vex is half elf.

THANKS FOR 1 AWESOME YEAR ON TUMBLR!!!

I can’t thank you all so much for making my experience on Tumblr a great one. As a thank you, (and because I’m at 516 followers) here’s a massive appreciation post for all the people on here who have made this place extra-special for me.

Each of the people on this list has somehow made my day (and my dash) super awesome and made my experience on tumblr extra-special. Even if you don’t really know me all that well, or at all, know you’re here for a reason! THANK YOU ALL! (I even tried to do proper grammar for @dagurdewhite)

Remember that this list is not in order and I may have forgotten some people (I hope not haha) so bear with me here. 

Also, not everyone got a big long-ass description because I didn’t have time to write for everyone. 

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krigeren23  asked:

I asked for a prompt that's about a 'game night' with Kara, Lena, Alex & Maggie. I'd like to know if you could add or make another (if you can) with a 'Truth or Dare' or 'Spin the Bottle' game where Maggie dares Lena or Kara into kissing or doing stuff so when Alex & Maggie make their leave Kara & Lena can finish what they started. Kind of like the one with Clark seducing Lena with more Maggie/Lena, Kara/Maggie & Alex/Lena interactions. I'm so sorry if I'm asking too much. It's just an idea. 😅

^^Fun Fact; I have the same secret talent as Maggie :D


‘So it’s just the four of us again tonight?’ Maggie asked as her and Alex went to put the food in the kitchen.

‘Yep’ Alex replied as she balanced a tower of pizza boxes on her arm.

'So what’s going on between the two of them?’ Maggie questioned.

Alex just looked at her, a confused look on her face.

'Oh come on! You’re telling me you haven’t seen the way they act round each other?’ Maggie asked incredulously and nodded towards the sofa where Lena was twirling a strand of hair around a finger.

Alex shrugged, 'They’re just friends…’

Maggie tilted her head and gave Alex a pointed look.

'What..?’ Alex exclaimed.

'That’s lesbian activity Danvers…’ Maggie teased and smiled when Kara giggled loudly at something Lena said, 'case in point…’ she continued.

'Lena and Kara..? Is Lena gay?’ Alex questioned, 'I’ve been wondering about Kara… she always got too flustered around Cat… and she did tell me she wanted to date Lucy that one time…’

'Oh Lena is definitely gay’ Maggie said confidently as she grabbed two beers from the fridge.

'Quite confident there, aren’t you Sawyer?’ Alex grinned.

'The rolled up sleeves? The popped shirt collar? Total Power Lesbian.’ Maggie stated as she handed one of the beers to Alex.

'Hmmm’ Alex hummed as she turned towards the sofa and tilted her head in a move she had subconsciously picked up from Maggie, 'I’m still not sure I see it…’

'I bet they just need a little bit of a push…’ Maggie said thoughtfully.

'A bet? Wana make it interesting?’ Alex grinned.

'What did you have in mind?’ Maggie retorted, a gleam in her eye.

'Winners choice?’ Alex shrugged.

Lena glanced up from the sofa, barely managing to draw her eyes away from Kara, and spotted Alex and Maggie talking in hushed tones by the fridge.

'You two love birds going to join us?’ She called out with a raised eyebrow.

'When did you guys get here with food?!’ Kara exclaimed excitedly.

Alex rolled her eyes and picked up the potstickers, Maggie follow behind with the pizza and napkins.

'Oh I’m totally winning’ Maggie whispered to Alex as they walk towards the sofa.

'What makes you so sure’ Alex quizzed.

'We walked in with pizza and pot stickers ten minutes ago and Kara has been too engrossed with Lena to notice’ Maggie said with a smug smile.

They settled down to eat; Kara taking an entire pizza to herself. The conversation quickly turned to which game they should play.

'Not Monopoly!’ Maggie exclaimed, 'Lena totally thrashed us last time- I’ve never meet anyone so ruthless in my life!’

'Then I’m vetoing Clue, Detective’ Lena smirked.

An idea hit Maggie and she grinned triumphantly as she exclaimed 'we should play Truth or Dare!’ She was determined to win this bet.

Alex almost choked on her beer while Kara grinned, her cheeks full of pot stickers.

'How very… old school…’ Lena chucked, 'I’m in, let me grab another glass of wine.’

The game started off relatively tame, full of the usual questions and dares; what’s your secret talent? What’s your guilty pleasure? Sing something from Frozen!

This is how they discovered that Maggie could do ‘the worm’, Alex still had a Spice Girls album on her iPod and Kara, much to Lena’s amazement could sing, really sing!

Lena’s turn came up and Maggie dived in as quickly as she could; 'So Lena, truth or dare?’

'Truth’ Lena grinned and took a sip of her wine.

Maggie decided to go for it; she took a deep breath, a confidant smirk on her face and asked, 'Who was your first girlfriend?’

Lena arched an eyebrow in surprise. 'Veronica at boarding school’ she replied coyly.

Kara spluttered.

'Veronica… as in Veronica Sinclair? Roulette!?’ Kara asked in shock.

'The very same, obviously minus the snake tattoo…’ Lena laughed as she took in Kara’s surprised face.

Kara didn’t know what to say; she was aware there was a bit of a flirtatious nature to their relationship, but if Lena liked women… that changed things.

Maggie just cocked an eyebrow at Alex.

That doesn’t mean anything!’ Alex mouthed back.

‘I think it’s your turn Detective’ Lena stared at Maggie, an evil gleam in her eye.

‘Truth’ Maggie replied, retaining eye contact with Lena.

‘You ever used your handcuffs in the bedroom?’ Lena smirked.

Maggie just grinned and took a swig of her beer; the colour adorning Alex’s cheeks answering the question for her.

‘That’s an image I really didn’t need…’ Kara shook her head.

The very next moment Lena and Kara both reached for the final pot sticker, their fingertips brushing as they hovered over the plate.

'You have it’ Kara smiled shyly.

Alex hit Maggie repeatedly on the leg as she watched Kara relinquish the last pot sticker to Lena with a puppy dog smile, the pair of them not losing eye contact.

'You see it now?’ Maggie hissed.

'Kara just gave Lena the last pot sticker! Kara has never given me the last one!’ Alex whispered her eyes wide. 'Oh my god, they’re totally in love…’

'And you’re totally wearing that little red number I love when we get home…’ Maggie grinned and wiggled her eyebrows.

‘So how do we get them to… you know’ Alex said quietly as she mimed kissing with her hands.

‘Follow my lead Danvers’ Maggie chuckled as Lena and Kara remained oblivious to anyone outside their bubble, ‘pick dare’ she mouthed.

Maggie cleared her throat as Lena brushed a stray strand of hair out of Kara’s face.

‘I pick a dare’ Alex said, unable to unsee the little glances her sister and the CEO kept throwing at each other, or the way Kara’s hand remained on Lena’s knee.

‘I dare you to kiss me Danvers’ Maggie interjected quickly.

Alex giggled and leaned over to place a quick kiss onto Maggie’s lips, her eyebrows shot up when Maggie pulled her in for a passionate kiss. When they pulled away their gazes lingered on each other and Maggie bit her lip thinking of what she was planning to do to Alex when they got home. When they both came back down Kara was bouncing in her seat.

‘My turn!’ She squeaked, ‘Dare!’

‘Well it’s only fair that since Alex and I kissed, that you and Lena kiss… So…’ Maggie raised her eyebrow and looked pointedly from Kara to Lena.

‘Why does Maggie get to come up with all the dares!?’ Kara exclaimed, trying not to think about how her lips would feel against Lena’s.

‘Coz I’m the best Little Danvers’ Maggie grinned.

‘I don’t know if I should feel offended…’ Lena pouted.

‘pfft’ Kara splutted, ‘who wouldn’t want to kiss you!’

Maggie snorted.

‘Can… Can I kiss you?’ Kara asked suddenly nervous and not wanting to freak Lena out.

‘I can’t have you forfeit a dare now, can I?’ Lena flirted playfully.

Kara’s tongue darted out to wet her lips as she leaned in closer to Lena; she heard a spike in Lena’s heart rate the split second before their lips met.

Kara gently pressed their lips together and felt her stomach flip; Lena’s lips were softer than she ever could have imagined. Lena brought her hands up to cup Kara’s face as she deepened the kiss, her tongue slowly swiping over Kara’s bottom lip.

Kara moaned as Lena’s tongue slipped into her mouth.

Maggie nudged Alex and tilted her head towards the door, ‘we should leave them to work this all out…’ Maggie mouthed. Alex nodded and grabbed their coats as they slipped as quietly as they could out the door.

Finally Kara and Lena broke away from the kiss, their foreheads pressed together.

‘Wow’ Kara murmured.

‘Hmmmm’ Lena bit her lip.

They turned to face Alex and Maggie and found the sofa was empty.

Kara smiled at Lena and pressed the remote to switch on the TV, before snuggling down into Lena’s arms.

Meanwhile, Maggie and Alex walked down the stairs hand in hand in a comfortable silence.

‘So, err, the red lace number was it?’ Alex asked with a slight glint in her eyes.

Maggie just grinned and slid her hand into the back pocket of Alex’s jeans.

For @skiretehfox’s Siblings AU do I even need to explain myself? It’s three different Max(es) and they’re all related. I mean, I already love them individually but ALL of them TOGETHER? Fucking amazeballs and Max galore.

Triple Max

They’re triplets separated only by time or at least that’s how they introduce themselves to new acquaintances whenever they’re together. They could pass off as identical triplets if it weren’t for the differing hairstyles and height. But if you look closely, you’ll see the telltale freckles speckled on each of their faces, incriminating evidence of their bloodline. That and their inherent passion for photography.

“Always take the fucking shot.”

There’s Maximus, the eldest, she’s the prodigy who doesn’t give a shit. She’s a double major at the age of 22 who dabbles in law when she’s not cutting classes. The only perfect attendance she has on official record are all of her photohraphy classes but even then she zones out in class if it’s a lesson she’s already figured out on her own ages before. Maximus is not the most responsible academically but she makes up for it with pure talent and skills that make her formidable even outside of university.

She also holds the title for messiest hair among the siblings. It only adds to her handsomeness or so her admirers say. She has this aura that just naturally exudes power and authority. Just as much as she is dashing, she’s also intimidating and with good reason. She’s pretty much chill unless you piss her off. Do not piss her off and double do not mess with her sisters. She’s scary as fuck and with her skills, she will destroy you. The other two sisters look up to her as the protective bodyguard that has probably, if not already, killed a man.

“Ready for your close up, sweetheart?”

Up next is Maxine, second oldest, she’s the smooth talker who’s friends with everyone. She’s a theater major and a film producer at the age of 20 with an already bursting portfolio of indie films. Unlike her solitary sister, Maxine prefers to surround herself with people and genuinely enjoys their company. She’s the most fashionable out of the three but only because managing her wardrobe is part of the cinematography package or so she says.

She’s also the only sibling who grew their hair and without competition, her hair is just as smooth as her people skills. She could befriend even her worst enemies with just her suave charm. Although she comes off as easygoing, she can raise hell when pissed off. Again, do not piss her off and double do not mess with her sisters. She’s powerful as fuck and with her connections, she will destroy your reputation. The other two sisters rely on her as the social butterfly that can talk their way out of any situation.

“Wowsers, that’ll make an awesome photo!”

Lastly is Max, the youngest, she’s the doe-eyed pup who’s just trying to get by and get good photos. She’s in high school just like any other teenager but at the age of 18, she already shows enough promise for her to earn a scholarship at Blackwell Academy. Naturally, her course is photography, what else? Personally she thinks she doesn’t have anything that special when compared to her high achiever sisters but she doesn’t let that discourage her. She’s still young so maybe she just still hasn’t discovered what her specialty is yet.

Although if there is anything that comes close then maybe it’s her penchant for candid shots. Max can take the most ordinary selfies and candid shots of people and bring out a quality that’s normally unseen by any other photographer including her sisters. Two out of three vote that Max gets the best shots out of them and it would have been a consensus if she voted for herself. She’s not good with confrontations so she doesn’t fight but make no mistake, there are people willing to kill for her. She has two sisters, two! Do not piss her off and double do not mess with her. She’s innocent as fuck and with her sisters, she will unknowingly destroy your life. The other two sisters see her as the pure cinnamon roll that’s too good for this world.

It can get a little confusing when all three of their names are variations of Max but they’ve worked out a nickname system for themselves.

“Xim! Your shirt’s inside out again.” Maxine pointed out with a disapproving frown.

“I think it’s kind of cool how you don’t give a fuck.” Max comments from the sofa chair across them.

“See? Max gets me.” Maximus smirks while lazily sprawled on the couch.

“Don’t encourage her.” Maxine lightly chides the youngest and then turns to the eldest. “And you, try to be more presentable.”

“What’s the point? It’s just us at home and it’s not like you judge or I care. Mostly the latter.” Maximus simply shrugs off the reprimand.

“The point is that you should set a good example.” Maxine admonishes sternly and then sighs. “It’s bad enough that Max has already picked up on your swearing.”

“Hey, I kinda like how… liberating it feels to not hold back.” Max adds in her own thoughts.

“You heard the kid.” Maximus seconds the motion with her thumb up in Max’s direction. She then smiles smugly at Maxine who’s scowling. “She’s old enough and besides, it was going to happen anyways.”

“It’s alright, Xine. I promise I won’t pick up Xim’s worst habits.” Max says tentatively and even crosses over her heart for good measure.

“Don’t promise anything you can’t keep.” Maximus quickly quips.

“Oh, hush you!” And Maxine is quick to shoot her down. “Don’t corrupt our baby sister any more than you already have, Xixim.”

“The darkness is a free choice.” Maximus corrects her and then adds on, “It’s more fun on the dark side and everyone knows that for a fact. Plus people fear you. Afraid people means less social interaction, something your extrovert species won’t understand, Xinnie.”

“That is a pretty convincing sales pitch.” Max nods all too enthusiastically.

“Darkness is overrated nowadays.” Maxine huffs with crossed arms and refuses to be beaten so easily. “Why would you want to scare people away when they could be worshipping you? And with just a few words, they’d be at your beck and call.”

“And another convincing sales pitch.” Max nods again at the rebuttal. This is some high level argument ongoing and this is intellectual entertainment at its finest.

“See, that’s the deal breaker right there. Talking. Words.” Maximus airily retorts. She doesn’t even hold back as she openly mocks her own sister, “You’re the only person in this room who enjoys that, Xine.” She pauses just so she could turn up the smugness in her smile. “Face it, I’m Max’s favorite because I get her.”

Maxine’s eyebrows twitch slightly at the sudden redirection. Oh, it’s on. “Puh-lease, don’t even get me started.” She casually flips her luxurious hair and scoffs, “Who’s the one here who actually goes with her and has never missed an event? Well you’re right about me enjoying talking and that’s because I talk to her more than you do.” She gestures with her hand with the sassiest flair the house has ever seen. “Move over, we’ve bonded more.”

The two continue to bicker back and forth while the youngest watches silently, seemingly forgotten. Max isn’t sure at what point did this argument became about which sister is her favorite but she’s sure that she has to end it before it blood spills. Literally. She does not want a rerun of the bloodbath of 2010. As amazing as it is to see her two sisters duke it out with their incredible wits, it’s also deadly as fuck. Bloodstains are a pain in the ass to remove from the carpet.

So before it escalates from just bruised egos, Max plays it cool as the peacemaker. Again. It’s kind of ironic how her two older sisters act childish sometimes and she, the youngest, has to be the mature one.

“Well I think you’re both awesome!” Max cuts in between them like a samurai or so she imagines herself as one. She turns to the couch where Maximus is still lounging on. “Xim has this cool lone wolf vibe. She can get things done on her own and power through anything.” She looks at the doorway where Maxine is fashionably leaning on. “Xine has this amazing social butterfly gait. She can get people together and even create collaborative projects.” And then she addresses them both, “You two are awesome at what you do respectively. There’s no use comparing each other when what you do is unique. It’s not a competition. You’re both my favorite sisters in the whole world.”

The room falls silent after Max’s impromptu speech. Her two sisters are still staring at her and she’s starting to get self-conscious with every second passing. Until finally they move again but instead of talking, they’re clapping. It’s a slow clap that sounds full of approval and admiration. It makes Max blush with embarrassment.

Maximus wears a toothy smile. “Safe answer. Smart choice, kid.”

“Good call. Excellent show of conflict resolution skills!” Maxine beams brightly.

“T-Thanks…!” Max ducks her head shyly and they only clap harder. She has the faintest suspicion that they’re teasing her and she too can play this game. “But if I had to pick a favorite…” She lets the sentence hang in the air long enough for her two sisters to latch onto it. Hook, line and sinker. She smiles impishly when she continues, “Then maybe, just maybe, I’d probably— definitely go with the one who takes out the trash.”

Her two sisters smile back and they have this moment where it’s almost as if their minds are in synch. Then the moment collapses in on itself when the two burst out into laughter.

“Sorry Max but you’re on your own in this.” Maximus waved the offer. “It’s your turn today and I ain’t touching that crap unless you’re dying. Even then the only trash I’m taking out are the scumbags who hurt you.”

“Yeah, that’s not our call to make. The rules are meant to be followed.” Maxine states matter-of-factly. “And same. I’ve already handled last week’s filth and it’s only fair that you deal with this one. Although I could manipulate someone else to do it, I’d rather not.”

Max joins them, giggling. “Eh, it was worth a shot.”

Meet the Caulfield sisters, despite their differences, they get along pretty well. If it isn’t obvious from the freckles and their passion for photography, they’re basically triplets separated only by time.

anonymous asked:

My dad is emotionally abusive and just in general sucks and I'm really upset today because with it being fathers day, my family has it that I "Have" to hang with and do as my father says......I was wondering if you could cheer me up by writing something like bruce and alfred being good adoptive father figures to a male reader who just sorta ended up hanging with the batboys, with it slipping that the readers family life isnt great, despite the readers happy outward face.

Hi, I’m really sorry to hear that. I hope this cheered you up enough? If you ever need someone to talk to, reach out yeah? I originally had something else planned for Bruce, Alfred and Clark but I figured since this is a request that you seem to need, I tried my best with it! Hope this is able to cheer you up a bit!

“Young master Y/N, will you be joining us for dinner today?” Alfred asks when you walk by the kitchen, trailing after Tim who is still chattering about what he had gotten for Bruce. You blink a couple of times, pausing to think about the offer. On one hand, you really want to stay and have dinner with the family but on the other hand, you knew if you went back home, you are just going to be super fucking miserable and your family might even get mad at you for skipping tonight.

Tim must have seen the brief conflict on your face. “Yeah, he’s staying for dinner, Alfred.” Tim answers for you and you shot your friend a look. Tim simply shrugs. “Come on, we still need to play the game. Alfred’s going to call us for dinner once it’s about done.” Tim pulls you in the direction of his room.

“Thank you, Alfred!” You call out over your shoulders.

Alfred simply smiles at you.

The moment you reach Tim’s room, you immediately went for the bean-bag you have claimed as yours, making yourself comfortable. You watch Tim plug in his PlayStation and hands a remote controller over to you. “Tekken 7?” He asks and you shrug your shoulders.

“I’m game.”

The two of you had spent the entire time playing Tekken 7, shouting and screaming at each other as you tried to beat Tim. You are somewhat thankful you had gotten the chance to meet Tim that one day. It went from casual conversations about the latest games and latest updates to having actual conversations about all sorts of games the both of you played and soon, Tim and you became quick friends.

The competition between you and Tim are put to a stop when Alfred knocks on the door. “Young masters, it is almost time for dinner. If you could head over to the dining hall, it would be fantastic.” Alfred announces and Tim nods his head.

“Why don’t you head down first? I need to take a quick shower.” Tim tells you and you nod your head. “I think Damian should be downstairs somewhere.” Tim turns to look Alfred.

“Master Damian is currently in the study, playing with Titus as we are speaking.” Alfred nods his head to confirm Tim’s suspicions. You got off the bean-bag and hand the controller you had been using to Tim. “Follow after me, Young Master Y/N.”

You left Tim’s room and quickly followed after Alfred. You really look up to Alfred. The first time you had met Alfred, you had been a little bit afraid because of his stern expression but you quickly find out that despite his expressions, he was lovable and his quick wits amazed you.

“Alfred, will everyone be around for dinner today?” You finally ask. “It’s just that today’s Father’s Day and all.” You casually point out and Alfred shakes his head.

“Not everyone, unfortunately. Master Dick is currently out of the country for a job and if all is well, Master Jason will drop by when he is finished with his.” Alfred tells you as he leads you down to the dining hall. He didn’t really have to do that to be quite honest seeing as you have already been hanging out with them a lot to know where the dining hall is but it still made you somewhat happy.

“I see.” You say softly. “Are everyone happy?” You randomly ask when he leads you to where you will be sitting.

Alfred looks at you before giving you a knowing smile. “Do you know why we fall sometimes, Young Master Y/N?” He asks you instead and you frown as you tried to think of an answer. “So that we will learn how to pick ourselves up.” You take a seat on the chair and furrow your eyebrows.

“Being happy is a choice, son. It simply means that they have simply decided to see beyond the imperfections.” Alfred tells you as he recalls every little thing the entire family had gone through and he places a hand on your shoulder. “You just have to choose it and fight to be happy.” He lifts his hand from your shoulder, dropping it to his side. “Dinner will be served shortly.” Alfred then excuses himself leaving you with a few questions rather than answers.

You never looked forward to Father’s Day. What with the situation back at home and your father was just plain rotten? Constantly abusing you emotionally, to the point where you are just so tired and done and you tend to find excuses to not stay at home. It makes you wonder briefly if Tim – and the rest of his family – knows about your situation back at home. You had been careful too, not letting it slip just how unhappy your family – more specifically your father – made you feel.

“Tt. It is you.” Damian walks in with Alfred the Cat chilling on his shoulders and you give Damian a wave. He nods his head curtly as he takes his seat. “You are looking worse for wear. Whatever have you been doing?” Sometimes you forget Damian’s a thirty-year-old stuck in a ten-year old’s body and you chuckle. “Tt. I see nothing funny about my question, Y/N.”

You shake your head. “I just remembered something but do I look that bad? I think I’m getting more sleep than Tim does.” You point out, looking at your reflection on the spoon. Yeah, you might have eye-bags beneath your eyes but that was certainly nothing new. At times, you can’t sleep, your thoughts plagued by the thoughts of your dad.

Damian shrugs his shoulder, picking Alfred off of his shoulder to place him on the floor. “Run along and find Titus now, Alfred.” He tells his cat and you smile. You never thought he would have an affinity with animals – it was kinda adorable.

Not long after that, Tim appears, chatting with Bruce.

“Hello, Y/N. How are you?” Bruce asks you when they reached the table. Tim takes a seat beside you, leaving the seat beside Damian empty and Bruce sits down on his chair.

“Still alive and breathing, sir.” You grin at Bruce and he nods his head, a small smile on his face. Any conversations that were about to happen after that is cut short because Alfred came in bringing dinner. Eating home-made food was always something you looked forward to and sometimes you think Alfred spoils everyone in this house with how good most of his food were. You thank him and Alfred tells you to eat your food well before taking a sat at the far end of the table – still mindful of the fact that he is a butler – even though you are sure no one in the house really thinks of him as a butler anymore.

The rest of the night is spent with you watching everyone interact. Halfway through dinner, Jason comes walking in and it was amusing for you to see Damian interacting with Jason. Despite his cold attitude towards him, you can see that Damian actually looks up to Jason too. Perhaps this was what Alfred had meant by his answer to your question.

You have come to notice that everyone is a misfit here and everyone just clicks. It makes you a little bit sad that your own family is not like this. But you tried to put that at the back of your mind, especially since both Tim and Damian had invited you to stay over and you jumped at the chance. Anything to spend the night away from your family.

You thought you had a grip on your own emotions and managed to go about the rest of the night without giving away your problems. But you thought wrong. Just as you are about to go in one of the living rooms – where Tim and Damian had set up their mattresses – Bruce stops you. “Our house is open for you whenever you feel like it, Y/N.” You frown at first, confused by what he is saying.

Bruce gives you a small smile. “A father figure of mine once said, however dark and scary the world might be right now, there will be light.” He stares at you and you reel back from the shock when you finally understand what he was trying to say without actually saying it.

“Thank you, sir.” You tell him. “Thank you.”

Bruce shakes his head. “Remember, the house is open for you whenever.” He tells you once more before leaving you to digest just what had happened.

virus-arc-tracer  asked:

CONGRATS MY CHILD ON GETTING THIS MANY FOLLOWERS! I'M SO PROUD OF YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!! Okay so prompt: Batlantern with Bruce proposing to Hal. I LOVE YOU

Thaaaannkkss virus!

Here it is!


“Bruce, today is your big day,’ Dick says teasingly, a mischievous grin on his face that makes Bruce’s stomach drop to his shoes.

“What did you do,” he asks, not even wanting to know.

Dick only cackles and launches himself into the air, grabbing onto the chandelier in a move that never fails to make Bruce’s heart stop for a second.

“Dick, what did you do?”

“Nothing,” came his son’s reply, but it was too quick an answer, and Bruce groans, closing his eyes and rubbing the bridge of his nose as a headache starts to pound away at his skull.

“Dick.”

“I didn’t do anything, but one of the others might have!”

“Fuck.”

Alfred the Cat meows from the table.

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Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Eleven)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Eleven)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 4480
Summary:
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Author’s Note: After a short break, this is back! Thanks for sticking with me, I’ve really missed this :D

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Heads up guys, this one is Something.

I’ve always been an indecisive person. I always second guess everything. Every decision. Every feeling. Every choice. Every thought. Every action. Call me a perfectionist or just someone with extreme anxiety. Whatever makes you feel better. So coming to terms with the fact that I am in fact, not straight, has been a wild ride for me in more than one way.

I feel like I’ve always known. It’s always been there. Nagging at me. Trying to break to the surface. But I always pushed the feelings back down in fear of being an outsider. The south isn’t exactly a homosexual friendly atmosphere. I can count the number of Definite Not Straights™ I know in real life on two hands.

And this makes me question everything.

As someone who is currently in a heterosexual relationship, and has always had heterosexual relationships, I can’t help but have that feeling of me questioning myself, my identity, and my validity.

I’ve always known that something wasn’t quite right, I’ve caught feelings for many a girls throughout my 20 years of life. I say “feelings” loosely, as I’m very good at pushing feelings and thoughts down out of fear.

And that’s what I’ve always done.

For those of you that watch Supergirl, there was a line Alex had, that was something along the lines of her being content sleeping in the same bed as a girl. And that resonated with me. Because I never really thought of that. But throughout my childhood, I’ve had the same feelings with girls. But those feelings always terrified me. So I forgot them. I chose to forget them.

There would be times I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of a girl, I would do whatever I could to see her smile, to hear her laugh, to make her day better in any way that I could. Adolescent me boiled that down to extreme friendship but adult me is getting better at expressing her feelings as they are.

But at the same time, I have all these same feelings with those of the opposite sex. Or at least, I think I do.

Sometimes I wonder if I’m forcing myself onto these feelings out of fear. Of being outed. Of being hated by those around me. Of not being accepted. And that terrifies me.

Biphobia is real. I see it everyday on tumblr. Everyday in the real world. Bi-erasure is this big green monster that wants to scare me back into my dark corner of the world.

I see posts everyday saying that bisexuality isn’t real. That you’re either straight or lesbian. That whatever way you “swing” is your true identity. But it’s more than that.

Bisexuality isn’t a 50/50 affair. A bisexual in a heterosexual relationship doesn’t make that person any less bisexual. And it’s a shame that the world is set up to make me feel this way.

But life is full of questioning. And it is what it is. I just hope that one day, future generations have a clearer and more welcoming path to follow. For every sexuality. That everyone is welcomed. Everyone is loved. Everyone is accepted. And everyone has a home.

chibilenalee25  asked:

Hello, now that you have received a request for a message, I asked the last time if I wanted a follow-up to Dave's fic and if I want it: D is great and I leave a lot of questions about what Dave is going to do, (I have no idea if I had already I send the same message I'm sorry if I already did, I'm kind of forgetful and I do not remember)

Of course I can! No you haven’t asked for this yet, I hope you enjoy this! I’ve been hoping for a continuation request lol.

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/158165077827/hey-there-i-love-love-your-work-of-tomco-fanfic


“You know he doesn’t love you.” Tom stopped short when he heard the voice behind him. “You know that a human could never, ever, care about something like us, like YOU.” Tom turned around and narrowed his eyes at Dave.

“Why do you keep trying to convince me of this?” Tom asked.

“I don’t need to convince you of anything. Because you know it’s true. You know you’re unlovable, you know you are a mistake, in your family’s eyes, so why should Marco be any different?” Dave asked. Tom clenched his fist and looked away, trying not to rage at the older demon.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom hissed. “You don’t know anything about Marco.” He continued, his eyes were beginning to light up.

“No, but you do.” Dave smirked. “If you truly believed I was wrong, you wouldn’t be so angry right now, you ‘d just go on your way. But you believe that Marco doesn’t love you. That’s why hearing me say it cuts you so deep.” He explained. Tom’s eyes lit up totally and he made a fist with fire surrounded by them.

He was about to rage, attack, do SOMETHING, but he didn’t. Tom just growled at this older cousin and turned away, leaving.

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Marco opened the door to the front door and let out a gasp when Tom tackled him in a hug. “Tom! What’s gotten into you?” Marco giggled, but stopped when he saw Tom was in tears. Marco wrapped Tom up in a hug and held him close. “Tommy, are you okay?” Marco asked. Tom sniffled and pulled Marco closer.

“Please tell me you love me, please just say it?” Tom sobbed. Marco gasped and held his demon close.

“Oh Tommy, you know I adore you.” He promised. “I love you more than anything.” He assured, covering him in kisses. Tom sniffled and wiped away more tears. “Was your family telling you those awful things again?” Marco asked, beginning to look angry. Tom nodded and marco wrapped him up securely. “What were they saying?” Marco asked.

“He said you don’t love me and…” Tom broke off in tears and Marco held him close, rubbing his back.

“There, there, it’s okay.” Marco hushed. He looked at his demon and sighed. “You look so tired. My poor demon, come here you need some rest.” Marco told him. He sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. Tom smiled and put his head down on Marco’s lap, closing his eyes. Marco stroked his hair and covered him in kisses. “I love you, Tom.”

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Tom stayed curled up on the couch with his head resting on Marco’s lap for near an hour, fast asleep. Marco brushed Tom’s hair aside and looked down at him lovingly. He didn’t stop the soothing motion when he heard a noise. Marco didn’t look up, he didn’t have to, he knew who was there. “Get out.” Marco still had a calm tone.

“Again, Marco. Not the welcoming type, are you?” Dave asked. Marco narrowed his eyes.

“Oh I’m very welcoming, to those I actually care about.” he seethed, but then went back to petting his demon’s head. “Dave, I am warning you, if you wake up my prince I am going to kill you.” Marco said in an eerily calm voice.

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.” Dave smirked and put his arms up defensively. “I’m not here to start a fight, just talk, make an offer actually.” Dave corrected himself.

“You’re offering to leave my home and never harm my Tommy again? I accept, thank you, you may leave.” Marco dismissed Dave and the demon narrowed his eyes.

“No, Marco. I want to make you a different offer.” He explained. “To be a highly honored person in the underworld kingdom, more so than any common prince.” He grinned, and Marco stopped, confused. “You know as well as I do that Tom has something I want, he’s the heir. And he very well shouldn’t be. Which is why I’ve been working so hard at… chipping him down, trying to get him to fall before he reaches the top, so I can beat him there.” Dave explained.

“You’re disgusting.” Marco spat, he felt Tom’s hair and made sure he remained asleep during this. “You work hard on harming and abusing your little cousin to the point of breaking, just so you can be the heir.” Marco recapped.

“Marco, life is a business, and you have to make wise choices to succeed.” He told him. “And my offer is for you to achieve the highly honored position, the queen of the underworld, in return for one small favor.” Dave grinned. “You will be loved! Adored, and everything you could ever want will be handed to you. You’ll royalty, but without any of those dull and annoying responsibilities.” Dave tempted.

“And what horrible thing do you want for me to do to get that?” Marco asked, not willing already. He didn’t need to hear.

“It’s become a chore to break Tom, especially with you building him back up each time.” Dave explained. “So if you could help me out that would be great.”

“Help you out?” Marco asked. Dave rolled his eyes.

“Leave him! Tell him what I know is true, you don’t love him! How could you? When you could have anyone better?” Dave asked. “You are his one last supporting beam. The only thing he loves and relies on. If you leave him he’ll crumble, he’ll fall and then his father will see how weak he really is!” Dave explained. “Then the heir will become me, and you, my dear sweet Marco, I will make my queen.” Dave offered.

Marco held still for a very long time and draped his arm over Tom, who was still sleeping on his lap. “I thought I made this very clear last time you tried to win me over and get me to break Tom’s heart.” Marco spoke. “And you are very lucky that my little love-bug is asleep on my lap right now, because if he weren’t, I would get up and tear you apart.” Marco threatened.

“You could have anything you wanted as my queen!” Dave reminded. “Anything! The perfect life! Why throw that away for him?” He asked. Marco seethed at the demon.

“My life would be nowhere near perfect without Tom. And you know that. And that drives you crazy.” Marco hissed. “I don’t want anything except him, and him to be happy.” Marco admitted, holding the sleeping demon a little closer. “Now please, go, because I already told you what I would do to you if you woke up Tom.” Marco reminded. “He’s tired from everything you put him through, now please go, and just let him get some rest.” Marco demanded.

“Humans never learn. Never.” Dave gritted his teeth. “I made you an offer before, I make you an offer now, and both times you said ‘no’ to accommodate… HIM!” He shouted. Tom stirred and Marco scratched his ears to get him to relax again. A death-stare from Marco was all he needed to back away, afraid.

“You better leave, because Tom won’t be asleep forever, and once he wakes up I’ll be able to get up and attack you.” Marco threatened. “Get out of here, I’m a red belt.”