What other people in the ANE fandom title their fics: Really cool titles reminiscent of the story, often which have a strange sense of irony and/or foreshadowing, often even go so far as to research outside their native language to search for the perfect name.
Because I met @purgatoryjar in Hamburg and she is beyond awesome, as is the city. (seriously though guys go give Elena all the love ever because she is fantastic and totally deserves it… she even illustrated this little fic JUST LOOK AT HER AMAZING ART!)
There are two dancers who salsa in front of the Kunstalle.
They twist and spin and fall out of their holds like the joyous amateurs they
are—always with smiles on their face. They learn together; stopping
deliberately to demonstrate a new move or step behind their partner, pressing
too close as they move the other’s hips with their hands. Lips brush against
earlobes in whispered instruction. Fingers squeeze encouragement. They own an
ancient boom box that plays homemade CDs of current pop music.
They dance every Sunday evening, long after the curators
have gone home and the tourists have ventured off into pubs and biergartens.
It’s only them and the trains, then; the deliberate push and pull of bodies contrasted
with sluggishly-moving metal. The soundtrack is a mechanical clunking overlayed
with Pitull. This is the only time the green-eyed dancer will ever admit to
listening to Pitbull.
The sun sets and bathes everything in gold, and the pair
mistakenly crash into each other, dissolving into huffed, out-of-breath
laughter. They’re drawn together by tethers no human can see. “Hi,” says one,
grinning as he pushes dark, sweat-curled hair behind an ear.
“Hello,” the other answers with a similar smile.
The blue-eyed dancer spins out and they start all over
^^once again, this beautiful piece was done by @purgatoryjar. Go love on her!
Requested by @anonymousglitchingowl: Do you think you could possibly do a thing where Peter makes something for Yondu for father’s day? Cause I seriously think he was a pretty awesome dad. Even though he’d probably act all grumpy about it in front of everyone I could see him being pretty touched by it. Basically cuteness, I’d really like to see some Yondu cuteness.
A/N: I hope you will like how this turned out :)
“Sometimes, the thing you’re searching for your whole life is right there by your side all along” - Star Lord
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“Oh, this is just stupid and ridiculous.”
Peter sat on the bed in his chamber, studying the little blue, glass figurine standing on the table in front of him. He wasn’t sure what it was supposed to be, but its blue color and red eyes reminded him of Yondu. Peter knew why he had bought it, but now it felt so stupid all of the sudden.
I feel that people hate the film Ginny, rather than the book Ginny. Book Ginny was feisty, a wee bit sexy, and very clever. Film Ginny was quiet, nothing really that any girl could aspire to be, and didn’t have much fight in her. (In all fairness, still clever, so still intellectual goals). Seriously though, book Ginny was awesome.
Okay, so this is probably so cheesy and trashy af, but I was put in such a good mood by @beep-beep-trashmouth ’s callout post for me, that I wanted to share the love around too, and just let you guys know that I genuinely love you all so much! (I thought I’d do it in a bit of a different way for a change and hand write it all-excuse my bad handwriting haha 😹) You all make so happy it’s unreal, and I look forward to coming onto tumblr at the end of the day to talk to you all and see what you guys have been up to! You are all so lovely, and kind, and some of the best people I’ve ever had the honour to get to know! Thank you so much for all your kindness and love, I friggin’ love you all! Stay amazing my friends! 💕💫💫💫
“Okay, there’s a list of
important phone numbers on the fridge and I made sure to put most of them in
your phone, too. The schedule’s on the fridge, too. Don’t forget that Hana has
ballet tomorrow night and Thursday night and Min has soccer practice after
school every day this week. They have a big game on Saturday and it’s our turn
to bring snacks. I’ve already bought them, they’re in the pantry in a green bag,
just grab them on the way to the game. Takeout after the game is fine but
please, for my peace of mind, cook something for them during the week. Or feed
them some kind of vegetable. It doesn’t matter. Just don’t gorge them on
McDonald’s all week, okay?”
Jay’s trying his hardest not
to laugh as he nods at your instructions. “I know,” he sighs for the third
time, “I’ve seen the schedule and the lists. You left recipes by the stove,
too. You’re only going to be gone for a week. I think I can handle the kids for
You fix him with a look before
you sigh and nod. “Fine, fine. I know. I trust you. It’s just, this is the
first time I’ve been away from them for this long. A day or two, sure, but a
whole week? It sucks.”