is it too dark

hey kit, i have news: you have a crush af
  • “He looked at the boy with the knife to his throat, the boy whose black eyelashes feathered down against his cheekbones as he glanced away from Kit, and he felt something like a shock of recognition pass through him. He thought, How beautiful.”
  • “Ty raised his head. Kit got a quick flash of the color of his eyes: true gray, that gray that was almost silver.”
  • “Ty smiled. It was a genuine, light-up-your-face-type smile, and it made Kit remember the first time he’d met Ty. Ty hadn’t been sitting on him then, but he had been holding a dagger to Kit’s throat. Kit had looked at him and forgotten the knife and thought, Beautiful.”
  • “Ty laughed. The salt air had tangled his arrow-straight black hair, and his eyes glowed like the moonlight on the water. Kit just stared, unable to think of anything else clever to say, as Ty gently placed the starfish back in its tide pool.”
  • “Ty climbed up onto the porch beside Kit and sat down. He smelled faintly of desert, sand and sage. Kit thought of the way he’d liked the sound of Ty’s voice: It was rare to hear someone get that kind of sincere pleasure out of simply sharing information.”
  • “Ty shook his head again. His black hair was sticking to his forehead. Kit frowned. He wanted to grab Ty and drag him out of the Market to somewhere it would be calm and quiet. He remembered Ty saying that he hated crowds, that the sheer noise and confusion was “like broken glass in my head.”
  • “Ty was leaning forward, his arms clasping his body tightly. Kit wanted to reach out, wanted to put his hands on Ty, wanted to tell him it would be all right, communicate it in a way that startled him.”
  • “He looked anxious, the shadows under his eyes more pronounced. Kit wanted to go across the table and put his arms around Ty the way he had the night before, on the roof. He felt intensely protective of the other boy, in a way that was strange and unnerving. He’d cared about people before, mostly his father, but he’d never wanted to protect them. He wanted to kill anyone who would try to hurt Ty. It was a very peculiar feeling.”
  • “Ty smiled, and despite everything that was happening, it made Kit want to smile, too.”
  • “He knew he ought to feel exhausted, but there was something about Ty’s energy, the brightness and concentration of his focus, that worked on Kit like caffeine. It woke him up inside with a sense of promise, as if the moments in front of him suddenly held endless possibilities.”
  • “Your whole family would miss you,” said Kit, “and I would miss you.”

anonymous asked:

Harry Potter AU when Yata is a dementor and Fushimi is a prisoner :D

Maybe in this AU dementors aren’t just random creepy evil things but are actually born from people somehow – ooh maybe pull in some Fantastic Beasts here and dementors are actually the remnants of obscurials, like when a child tries to repress their magic powers and is eventually taken over, most die eventually but some are ‘reborn’ as like a mix of the child’s personality and the dark parasite that’s grown inside of them and those are dementors, though they lose all remnants of their old personality after a while and let the parasite take them over entirely. Those dementors are basically the ‘usual’ dementor, just all black and creepy with no eyes or face, simply the dark traces of something that once upon a time was human. So Yata is a fairly newly born Dementor, as a human he was a Muggleborn who tried to hide his powers because he was afraid that if it was discovered that he had powers his family might be persecuted or killed by the other people in his town, fearing that Yata was some kind of demon. He was eventually discovered too late by the ministry of magic, they weren’t able to save him from being devoured by his own darkness. But maybe the wizards who found him tried to help him and in the end Yata actually managed to control his magic for one brief moment in order to throw them clear of the destructive powers enveloping him, saving their lives. So when he was reborn as a dementor he was taken to Azkaban as kind of a way of giving him somewhere to stay and a job to do, Yata’s told that this is a prison for bad people and the wizards are trusting Yata as one of the few dementors with anything resembling a personality to help keep things in line.

When he gets to Azkaban though Yata’s kinda horrified, only a couple of the other dementors still have personalities and they’re fading, like they still have their faces but their skin’s gone gaunt and gray and their features start blurring, like a painting someone’s started to wipe out. In being there Yata also learns for the first time the other part of being a dementor, that his presence causes people to relive their worst memories. Yata tries to tell himself that it’s not that bad, all these people are terrible criminals and probably deserve this, but really he’s upset about it and feels like he almost wishes he’d just been devoured by his magic so he wouldn’t have to live on as this horrible black thing. That’s when one day a new prisoner is dragged into the prison, this thin gaunt kid who’s supposed to have murdered hundreds of people. Fushimi’s a Pureblood whose dad was a total Voldemort supporter (though really he just used that as an excuse to kill people and be a dick), Fushimi tried to get away from him but Niki followed Fushimi to the normal Muggle city where he’d been hiding and killed a bunch of Muggles, Fushimi then ends up taking the blame because Niki ducks out and since Fushimi looks so much like him it’s assumed that Fushimi was the killer. Fushimi doesn’t really care either way, he’s seen enough of Niki and Kisa to feel like wizarding society is corrupt and he’s probably better off in jail.

One of the first things Yata notices about Fushimi is that Fushimi is the only prisoner who doesn’t shy away when Yata comes near, he just stares numbly out the window. Eventually Yata learns that’s because Fushimi doesn’t really have any good memories, all his memories are terrible ones so when he sees Yata he doesn’t relive anything that he hasn’t relived in his mind a hundred times before. Yata doesn’t understand how someone as young as Fushimi can be a murderer, Fushimi just laughs hollowly because he doesn’t see a point in trying to explain himself to a dementor. Then maybe Fushimi falls ill one day when Yata’s doing his rounds of the prison, Yata gets worried and tries to call for help but there’s no one to call, only dementors and prisoners remain in Azkaban and even the food is either delivered in or brought by like house elves or something. In desperation Yata goes floating around the island and finds some herbs that his mom used to use for medicines, he gives those to Fushimi and takes care of him. Fushimi finds it darkly hilarious that the only person to ever care for him in his life is a fucking dementor of all things.

So then after that Yata finds himself spending more and more time with Fushimi, like there’s something healing for him too to have a single person who is actually made better by his presence rather than worse. But having all the other dementors around too is taking a toll on even Fushimi and Yata starts to consider the most impossible of options: smuggling Fushimi out of Azkaban. Fushimi refuses because there’s nothing for him out there but also because he knows that if Yata helps him escape and is discovered to have done so Yata will probably be punished somehow and might even lose the rest of his humanity – having Fushimi near has allowed Yata to stave off the eventual decay into being a full dementor but even he’s starting to fade a little and the two of them are both well aware of the hopelessness of their own situation, Yata who will eventually become nothing more than a wraith and Fushimi who will eventually crumble and go insane, both losing all sense of self and each other. (And then one day another human comes to the island, a prominent wizard researcher named Munakata who wishes to study dementors as part of his research on whether or not obscurials can be saved or even returned back to being human…)

me: *have very important finals coming up, trying to study* “Ok, now that im FINALLY over mark’s video, i can absolutely, fully concentrate-

Jack: Anti wasn’t referring to Dark in the Pax intro, he was referring to Jack

me: 

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❀ Flowers + Maknae Line ❀

It’s been a while since I’ve painted anything but I’m pretty happy with how these have turned out c:

Update: you can now find these paintings in my Redbubble store!

Kravitz is good

Dean barely notices when Sam runs into the house to investigate the nephilim situation. His eyes dart this way and that, taking in the tattered, broken wingspan spread out before him.

All of the times that he lost Cas, he never saw his wings. Not once. And it feels so…final.

Dean’s lips tremble as he casts his gaze upwards towards where he knows heaven is watching. He wonders if the angels care. He wonders if God cares.

He knows Chuck probably isn’t even in heaven, and maybe he has his ears turned off while he’s having the family meeting to end all family meetings with Amara, but he tries anyway. He wants to beg, bargain, and scream, but he’s not sure he can speak. He sends up a plea, his lips mouthing silent prayers.

The air is still. Too still. Deathly still.

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and slumps down to the ground. He bows his head down, but he can’t yet bear to look. Not yet. Not again.

He breathes, and it feels like a monumental effort. He is hyper aware of being alive, of his lungs filling with oxygen and expelling carbon dioxide, and suddenly he thinks he might understand why yoga helps to clear the mind. Maybe he’ll take it up. He could do with a nice, clear mind after…after…

He opens his eyes. Cas is there, but he isn’t.

Dean swallows against the burning lump in his throat as he reaches a hand out. Hand touches hand. One is cold.

Dean stares at the eyes and wills them to open as he curls his fingers around the still, cold hand. And finally, after much effort, he finds that he can speak.

“Please,” Dean pleads, his voice smaller than he thinks it has ever been. “Please. Cas. I need you.”

No. That’s not right. That’s not enough.

“I love you.”

Too late. He says it, finally, after all of these years, and it falls on deaf ears. Ears that will never hear those words.

Dean’s eyes sting. “Come back. Like you always do.” His voice cracks. “I love you. I love you. I love you. Please come back.”

The world is still. Too still.

He’s not coming back this time.

Dean folds himself over Cas’s body and finally allows himself to break.

That video of the guy with his kids interrupting his interview but instead

General Organa : *discussing war and important issues to council via space Skype*

Toddler Ben : * dances in, wielding a toy saber* R2 rolls in behind him

Han : frantically bursts in, attempting to wrangle his unruly toddler and oblivious droid