just hold on to sixteen

btw  if  ann.abeth  at  sixteen  or  older  (  like  after  boo  )  ever  saw  the  sirens  again  ,  the  vision  would  be  of  them  sitting  with  per.cy  &  gro.ver  &  tha.lia  &  rachel  &  the  rest  of  the  seven  &  chi.ron  in  new  athens  (  a  place  at  camp  they  built  )  laughing  &  smiling  with  no  prophecy  ahead  of  them

We just watched ‘Hold On To Sixteen’ last night and I just want to say that the Lima Bean scene with Kurt, Blaine, and Sebastian is just ACES from all three of them and I totally see why there are fics of both Seblaine and Kurtbastian and all three…the three-way chemistry is so apparent - Kurt’s eye rolls, Seb’s no shame flirting, Blaine’s somewhat frustrated and somewhat clueless responses to Seb’s come ons, and the direct attack from Kurt. One of the best scenes. Just the best.

humanstuck gamkar thoughts
  • it isn’t until the fourth time an attempt to go further than kissing (you should, right, that’s how far you should be by now after officially dating for so long) turns into a tickle-fight that spans the entire apartment and ends with you sprawled on each other wheezing that you realize maybe this is really just completely stupid.
  • “Baba made us a cake,” says Gamzee, and holds out a cake in apology for dripping on your carpets.  It’s got an offensive amount of rainbows on it.  The icing, in Mr. Makara’s round, careful hand, says “CONGRATULATIONS GAY”.  You would be insulted except in the middle of all the rainbows he’s somehow found a way to print a photo of you and Gamzee cuddled up on the couch together and okay, the cake looks really good.
  • It take a long time for you to calm him down enough to make out words, but nobody stops to look at the two boys sitting on the park bench in the sunset.  Gamzee’s sobbing keeps their faces pointed toward the ground.  “–threw me out,” you make out finally, and think about his dad on TV, eyes wide and wild, pounding the pulpit and yelling about fire and torment for eternity.  You hold him tight, put your chin in his hair and just hold him as he sobs.
  • When you’re sixteen you find a hand-drawn manga lying on the floor of your group study room while you clean up, and it isn’t until page four of Nepeta’s painstakingly sparkly art you realize the dark-haired bishonen with the commanding eyebrows is you, and the flaxen-haired elegantly androgynous figure of his new romantic conquest is meant to be Gamzee.  
  • Your embarrassment that day is nothing compared to the next, when Gamzee picks it up and recognizes both of you instantly.  Out loud.  Loudly.  You have never seen Nepeta go that red.

@deliveryboi from x

His gaze meets her own, just for a moment before he turns away. Just long enough for a sudden jolt of terror to shoot through her, down to her very core, the contest star’s stomach churning. Just like that she’s sixteen again, his gaze holding her in place as tears stream down her cheeks. She’s young, too young for this, there’s only the tiniest hint of regret in his cold stare as he works. They were going to kill them. They were just kids. She never signed up to kill kids.

She never signed up at all.

Everything clicks into place. She had spoken of him, why had T never grasped the connection before now…?

“Hyden–”

No, no, fuck– She hadn’t meant to say that out loud. Should she run? That would just solidify her identity in his mind, but it was already too late for that. Right? Fuck.

scarecrowfm  asked:

I would like a class trial with the DR1 cast where they resolve a normal dispute between students and Naegi somehow got roped into becoming the point man, everyone is surprised how convincing and determined he becomes

A/N tfw you’re still trying to pretend that the dr1 kids are all alive and okay :’)

Overcoming Trials - non-despair au where they just hold normal trials

“You’ve got that wrong!”

In a classroom filled with sixteen students, a trial was being held.

“For the last time, we already decided on this.” Naegi started and glared at the person before him. He then raised a finger in accusation and firmly stated, “We scheduled the trip on the weekend and we are ALL going.”

“But Naegichi, you gotta hear me out on this.” Hagakure pleaded. “Something really important came up and it’s a matter of life and death. MY life and death!”

“Dude, you gotta stop borrowing money from shady sources.” Kuwata commented.

“Indeed. There are other and much safer ways of acquiring money.” Sakura seconded with a nod.

“Maybe you should go to a bank like what others do. Have you considered taking out a loan?” Maizono suggested.

“And have me go in debt?” Hagakure asked incredulously. “Besides, loan sharks are scary. They’ll hunt me down! I don’t want those sharks on my back!”

“Uhh, how is that any worse than having the yakuza on your neck?” Asahina pointed out with concern.

“Yes, we’ve already long established that he can be a bit…” Celes paused as if considering a less harsh insult. “-unconventional when it comes to money. But we still have yet to validate his claim.”

“A-Are you really going out to p-pay your debts?” Fukawa pointed at him and glared as she accused further, “Or are you going out to b-borrow some cash for another s-stupid trinket!”

“Ack!” Hagakure flinched and his shout said it all.

“Tch. Stop wasting our time.” Togami harshly reprimanded him. “Just borrow your pocket change some other day.”

“Agreed. These trials are only supposed to be held to discuss matters of utmost importance.” Ishimaru scolded him even more.  "Please refrain from causing unnecessary trials.“

“Yeah, not cool.” Mondo seconded. “What do you even need the cash for?”

Hagakure’s face lit up at the question. “Oho! I’m glad you asked! It’s actually a crystal ball that can increase my success rate by 2%! For just 20 million yen! Can you believe that deal? And if I get it this weekend, my odds will increase to 2.5%! It’s a sweet deal, isn’t it?”

“Um, I think that’s just a scam.” Fujisaki murmured.

“Will we ever see the day that he breaks out of his comic relief character?” Yamada narrated as he shook his head in dismay.

“Hey! I’ll have you know that it’s the real deal, okay!” Hagakure answered back with a raised voice. “And it’s a limited offer only so I have to get it this weekend!”

“Like, who cares?” Enoshima quickly shot him down. “You’re not going to get it anyway because there ain’t no way I’m going to move my plans just for some stupid fakeass ball.”

“…I was looking forward to the trip.” Ikusaba quietly muttered to herself.

“It seems that there is no more room for discussion.” Kirigiri declared as her claps easily silenced the room. “Shall we put this to a vote then?”

It was a unanimous decision.

“Wow, I can’t believe you even voted against yourself.” Naegi nonchalantly pointed out.

“Well it’s not like I had a winning chance anyways.” Hagakure said through tears with his hand still raised from voting. “This trip better be worth it!”

In a not so ordinary high school, a class of sixteen students held ordinary class trials.

like six am and your hands are shaking before you’re even out of bed and you’re already thinking of all the things that could go wrong today, all the things that you know will. you sit up and your spine cracks twelve times and you try to wrap your mind around another year of this and you’re choking before you’ve even caught your breath.

like eight am and you wish you were back in bed and the whole world is already too heavy, your shoulders can’t bear this weight. you never asked to be atlas, all bruised back and trembling legs, you just wanted to be sixteen and carefree but there’s something holding you back still, you are flightless, a bird with broken wings.

like noon and your stomach is too full of butterflies to even dream of eating, you’re choking on the whole damn world and you haven’t been hungry in so long but you forced yourself to eat dinner last night. like hey, it’s the little victories, like hey, i haven’t cried yet, like hey, maybe i’m getting there, maybe i’m getting better.

like six pm and you’re so much worse, you were a fool for ever hoping for a future when you can’t even grasp the concept of tomorrow, of today, of anything but right here right now with a boulder on your chest, anything other than bruised lungs and splintering ribs, like anything other than this ache, this break, this shatter that you’d rather do anything than relive.

like eight pm and the night’s just starting, like there’s still three essays to write, and there’s standardized tests coming up and i guess it’s never to early to think about finals and i guess it’s never to early to think about college and suddenly everything is happening at once. you are a slave to the clock, tick tock, tick tock, you are just shy of seventeen and your whole life is already slipping away.

like midnight and you are ready to collapse inside yourself, you spent your whole life waiting to burn as bright as the stars but now you’re just a worn-out, dying sun. you’re ready for it all to go dark, and you are torn between relief at the thought of sleep and dread at the thought of the next six am.

—  A Snapshot of Life with Anxiety by Auriel Haack