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It looks like I might not be that active on this blog this summer because I’ve got a full-time internship.

Which… I am not really enjoying that much. There’s not enough time in the day to write and draw and get a decent amount of sleep. I didn’t even get to a full week out of school to just fuckin’ chill.

Sorry. Just complaining here.

28. Flowers

Uh, here is the last last prompt i’m doing for pride month. somehow this ended up longer and turned into actual smut. I’m going to put a cut since it is nsfw ((also sorry about all the italics))

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Perfect. They had to be perfect. It was their two year anniversary- Lance couldn’t afford to mess anything up. Not even a simple bouquet of flowers.

“Hunk!” Lance looks over at his friend, who is currently ignoring his whining.

“Yeah, buddy?”

“I need to find the perfect arrangement! We’ve been dating for two years! What if I mess up? What if it isn’t good enough? What if he-” Hunk grabs Lance’s shoulder, effectively shutting him up.

“Okay, two things. One, you are being ridiculous. Two, he is going to love it no matter what you do, so stop worrying. Just breath, okay?” Lance sucks in a breath.

“Yeah, okay, you’re right.” He looks up, more determined now. “Let’s do this.”

He could not in fact do this. None of the bouquets in the shop were good enough. Eventually Hunk, being the owner, let Lance make his own bouquet. With a little bit of help, of course.

Red carnations were a must, for Lance. When they first met, Lance had been caught by Keith when he had tripped over a planter in front of their apartment building. At the time, there had been white carnations growing in the plant pot. Every year now they replant the pale flowers as a sort of tradition.

Lance took a mix of orange and light pink roses and added them to the bouquet. He sticks a few anemones in too, liking the way their size differed from the others. Some red tulips were added, and Hunk raises one of his eyebrows curiously.

“That’s an awful lot of red, don’t you think?” Lance grins.

“That’s the point, Hunk. His favourite colour is red. We’ve had an ongoing thing where when we buy each other flowers it has to be of the other person’s favourite colour!”

“Oh, so that’s what that was!” Hunk smiles at his friend. “You’re lucky to have a florist friend to give you expert tips and discounted flowers.” Lance smiles back at Hunk.

“I sure am.”

Hunk insists on some green foliage to bring the entire thing together, so Lance chooses bear grass. It complements it nicely, completing it so well that Lance squeals.

“It looks so good! It’s not perfect, I don’t think it could ever be, but it’s really close! I think we’re done!” Hunk nods, then takes the bouquet from his hands. Wrapping it up expertly, he turns to Lance.

“Do you want it to say anything?” Lance chuckles at Hunk’s offer, smiling cheekily.

“A talking bouquet? That would be amazing!” Hunk sighs, covering his face with a hand. “I’m just kidding. I don’t think I do though, I want to say everything in person.” Hunk makes a cooing noise.

“You guys are so cute.” Lance smirks at Hunk’s words.

“Only the cutest.”

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“You lead me to strange places, Hawke.”
“I’ll take you to stranger places than this, just watch!”

a bunch of rambling thoughts about satisfied
  • it starts with angelica surrounded by people, seemingly satisfied and content, and ends with her all by herself on stage, privately devastated and unsatisfied
  • it’s framed like an essay. intro & thesis, three body paragraphs, conclusion and restatement of the thesis, showing her intelligence
  • while analyzing alexander, even in a lovestruck daze, angelica notes that he’s penniless. this comes up again in reason one, yet is once again dismissed. his financial state doesn’t matter—eliza does.
  • in the sia cover, the aforementioned singer sings both “and i knooow” and “helpless”, signifying that once angelica realizes eliza’s feelings, she is helpless to do anything but acknowledge them
  • helpless is repeated by eliza, three times, one for each reason.
  • angelica notes both alexander and eliza’s eyes, but never her own, symbolically linking them 
  • angelica also mentions “the first time i saw her face / then i turn and see my sister’s face” once again connecting the two people she loves more than anything
  • “intelligent eyes” she notices his mind first, a link to schuyler sisters, “i’m looking for a mind at work”
  • angelica says “mind” rather than heart during “i know my sister like i know my own mind”, showing that this is both a rational and emotional decision; she is using her head and her heart to manage this sacrifice
  • angelica only says “heart” once in the whole song, with ‘set my heart aflame’
  • in the first verse: “i remember that night/i remember those/i remember that dreamlike” angelica uses remember three times, and never forget for alexander, drawing attention to the line that “i have never been the same”—alexander is breaking the pattern of angelica’s world
  • the fire symbolism throughout the song, in comparison to helpless which uses “drowning”. angelica “match” wits, aflame, etc. there is also electricity (ben franklin with the key and the kite), another flame-filled metaphor. 
  • angelica also links alexander to icarus in BURN, in this case, angelica is icarus (clothed in orange), destined to fall, and alexander is the sun. eliza (clothed in blue) is the sea, this metaphor established by helpless and then by satisfied
  • angelica’s reiteration of the wedding toast is a reminder that this is all replaying with her mind; much like “i realize three fundamental truths at the exact same time”, this is all happening within a matter of seconds, showing how fast her brain truly works
  • “he’d be mine” / “that boy is mine”
  • angelica reflects on his eyes right before the reintroduced wedding toast, reiterating the feature she once again first noticed about him
  • satisfied is in many ways a revelation on a scene we thought we previously understood. this is another callback to schuyler sisters with angelica “you want a revolution? i want a revelation!” and the other wedding-goers go “union / to the revolution” what happens next? a revelation 
  • “i just might regret that night for the rest of my days / i’ll never forget the first time i saw your face” regret and forget are the first half of this rhyming scheme, connecting the two. if angelica could forget her feelings for hamilton, she would not have to regret this night.
  • “i’m sure you don’t know what you mean” “you’re like me: i’m never satisfied” / “nice going angelica, he was right: you will never be satisfied” angelica now painfully, acutely, understands what he was saying
  • at least my dear eliza’s his wife / at least i keep his eyes in my life—rhyming scheme, in addition to showing that, even when it comes to consoling herself about losing alexander, eliza still comes first
  • he will never be satisfied. i will never be satsified. is one of the only times in the song alexander and angelica are directly compared the same way that eliza & alexander are on numerous connections. a callback to “you’re like me: i’m never satisfied”

okay but please consider Jeremy wearing a dress to prom (while feeling completely beautiful) and totally breaking gender regulations and expectations at his school

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Jack knew something wasn’t right when he woke up. The covers were too hot on him and his head was pounding like he’d been drinking too much the night before. He shifted, trying to get his bearings, but at some point during the night, he must have pulled the covers over his head. He struggled free, enjoying the fresh air, before noticing a pair of paws on the bed. When he moved his arms, the paws moved too. What followed next was a confusing jumble of panic and incoherent screaming that came out as yowls.

He must have passed out again, because when he came to, he was still disoriented and nauseous. He confirmed that, no, it had not been a bad dream. Somehow, he’d grown four legs and a tail overnight.

After the initial panic, he jumped on his bedside table where his phone was, but he was uncoordinated, and ended up knocking the phone to the ground. He batted at it on the floor, but found that the battery had drained itself overnight when he’d forgotten to charge it.

Cursing and swearing to himself, he wandered his apartment on shaky legs. Thankfully, he hadn’t quite turned off the tap in the bathroom and the dripping of the faucet helped to parch his thirst as he tried to think of what try next. He needed to get help soon. Otherwise, he was going to end up starving to death in his own apartment.

In the living room, Jack found a window that he’d left open because it had been too hot last night. He squeezed out onto the fire escape and tried not to look down. It was strange in this body. Jack never had an issue with heights before, but now, a glance downward to the street had his head spinning with vertigo.

Left with no choice, Jack began to climb upward with the dim hope that someone had also left a window open.

He didn’t get too far before the enticing smell of spices and baked dough reminded him how hungry he was. He followed the smell until he staring into a kitchen where someone was bent over, pulling pies from an oven. Jack called out for the guy’s attention, and when he finally glanced in Jack’s direction, he scrambled to open the window.

“Hey, kitty. What are you doing so high up?” he asked. Jack stiffened when the guy picked him up, but he let himself get rescued from the precarious ledge. “Where did you come from?”

Help me! I’m not really a cat! Jack tried to say, but as expected, it came out in a series of pitched meows.

“Hmmm, okay. You hungry?” He set Jack on the floor to rummage around in his fridge. He set out a plate of leftover meatballs which Jack, losing his composure, attacked immediately.

“I’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, little–uh– guy?” He attempted to lift Jack’s tail to check, but Jack had hissed and swiped his claws. “Okay, never mind. We’re not going there,” he said backing off. Satisfied, Jack continued to eat, though with a suspicious eye on the guy who’d now dropped onto his stomach to watch Jack with a bright smile.

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He leaned close - the scent of polished leather, and sage hitting her - his lips whisper soft against her brow as he kissed her. 

“Indess,” Zevran murmured, her heart breaking for him. She had known from his glances, the way he would cut across the battlefield to support her, that he thought of her more than a friend. The fact that he still cherished her, knowing she loved another - it felt like she had betrayed him, betrayed his kindness. 

“No matter the decision you make, people will understand.” He pulled back briefly, smiling at her sadly, as if he already knew the answer to his unasked question. “But Antiva is beautiful this time of year. The sea glitters as you walk down the harbour, rain and mud are but a thought, unlike Ferelden." 

There was a wistful tone to his words, the rogue drawing in a deep breath, homesickness hitting him. It always did when he spoke of Antiva. It was hard not to cry at his gentleness, at the calloused touch of his hand on her cheek, fingers stained with betrayal and death, but there was a softness to them - the caress of a lover. 

Perhaps a small bit of her did love him, in some strange, forgotten way. Alistair had claimed her heart, but Zevran made her very soul catch alight. 

"You have sacrificed enough for this world. Come home with me.”


Complete credit to @warsonghold for the stunning snippet! 

I know I say I’m over you and I actually believe it most of the time, but I also know that if I saw you again, I’d fall right back into your trap. And if you reached out to me, I wouldn’t be able to ignore it. So yeah, I guess on some level I still miss you, but I also know that I used to lay in bed for hours staring at the ceiling and I don’t do that anymore. So maybe I’m not completely over it, but I’m also not completely broken anymore.
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