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Keep on Living (chapter 3) Lin Manuel x Reader

Part 3 is finally here and features a Very Angry Lin as requested, thanks to everyone for reading my very first Lin fic.  Part 4 will be up super soon!

Part 1 | Part 2| Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

Summary: Your boyfriend is an abusive asshole and you’ve been trying to hide it from Lin and everyone else. After turning up to the Richard Rogers where you work with a black eye and bruised wrists you tell Pippa that you’ve been mugged, but you get the feeling that Lin seems to know what really happened. Lin gets over-protective and you end up feeling really confused. On a night out with with the girls you drunkenly admit to Pippa that you think Lin is cute, and Jasmine records a video messaged standing up to your unknown attacker.

(I’m an abuse survivor myself. Not all abuse is the same, and so this fic is not meant to be a universal experience.

To anyone that may be experiencing abuse then my inbox is always open and I will always believe you. Tell a friend or a relative if you are able to. And there are many support lines depending on your town/state/country, talking to someone helps. Stay safe.)

Warnings - I’m adding a trigger warning for some mentions of emotional and physical abuse.

Word count - 2226

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When you turn your phone on that morning it practically explodes in a flurry of messages.

Jasmine: Hey girl, I heard you called in sick today. Are you still really hungover?

Pippa: Are you ok? I heard you’re sick. Don’t worry, nobody has mentioned the video. Hope you feel better soon xxx

Lin: Apparently you aren’t coming in today so I don’t get to see you? AWFUL! Feel better, we all miss you. I hope you’re ok X

Lin: Dr Miranda prescribes hot sweet tea, a blanket fort, and The Little Mermaid. Take care of yourself please xxx

Lin: If you need anything let me know. I’m gonna be near your apartment today and I can bring round supplies.

Lin: Hey I’m on your block, do you need anything?

Lin: Are you ok? I don’t think you’re ok.

You throw your phone down on the bed. It’s the first time you’ve switched it on in 48 hours since you called Alex and told him you weren’t well enough to come to work. You’re honestly amazed that you still have friends with how anti-social you are being at the moment, but you haven’t been able to face anyone.

You’re surprised that none of Lin’s messages comment on the video Jasmine put on twitter a few nights ago. A video of you drunkenly admitting he was cute, but you’re thankful that he’s choosing to ignore that. Or maybe he never even saw the full video since Pippa took it down straight away.

You head into the theater that morning, grateful that the bruising on your face from last week is now fading. You draw less attention as you walk down the halls now. Lying about a fake mugging had made you feel so uneasy and you were relieved that you could make it to the office you shared with Alex without having to stop and talk about it.

“Hey Y/N , we didn’t expect to see you today!” Alex called cheerfully as you headed into the office. Lin was sitting on the beat up sofa, his laptop in front of him. He jumped up from the sofa, seeming surprised by your presence.

“You’re alive!” He grinned coming over to meet you. He hesitated for second, and there was a moment of awkwardness before he smiled and pulled you into a hug. “We missed you” He said, giving you a squeeze and you held your breath.

“Yeah, I can see!” You said dumping your bag down on the desk and eyeing the pile of paperwork awaiting your attention. “Aww Alex, you shouldn’t have!”

“Oops, yeah sorry about that.” Alex said as he quickly cleared another pile of papers from your chair for you to sit on. “We’ve got 8 new chorus members starting rehearsals on Monday and so the paperwork is sorta piling up.”

“Nah it’s fine” You shrugged, “I’m honestly just so happy to be back, I was getting cabin fever cooped up at home, it was driving me crazy.”

“Oh so that’s why you were ignoring my messages then?” Lin teased.

“Oh, god I’m sorry, I had my phone switched off, I was too sick to focus on a screen.” You were so used to lying now, you were surprised at how naturally it came to you.

“I dropped round a couple of times to see you. Mark said you didn’t want any visitors but I thought I’d keep trying.” Lin’s eyes darkened slightly and he looked at you as though he was trying to figure something out.

“Oh sorry, um yeah, I guess I must have been really out of it. I’m sorry” You once again found yourself unable to make eye contact with him as you deflected his concern. “You didn’t miss much much tho, just a sweatier sicklier me drowning in a sea of tissues and cough syrup, you dodged a bullet there.” You grinned weakly.

Lin’s eyes softened as he accepted your lie and he clapped his hands, snapping you out of the awkwardness.

“Well! Since you’ve been ignoring me, Me and Lac have been hatching a plan for Ham 4 Ham today. You in?”

Alex chuckled to himself “Don’t say yes to anything until he’s told you his plans.” He gathered his folders from his desk and headed out, leaving you alone with an over excited Lin.

“Ignore him.” Lin grinned, “You’re gonna love this. Or maybe you’ll hate this, I don’t know.”

You rolled your eyes and prepared for the worst. Your afternoons were often filled with vetting Lin’s ideas for new Ham4Ham shows. Some of which were brilliant, some of which were not, and thankfully between you and Alex, you could try and steer Lin in the right direction.

“Ok, so how well do you know Backstreet Boys?”

You laughed so hard you actually snorted. You held your hand up to your mouth, still laughing. “I’m sorry, that was NOT what I was expecting you to say at all”

Lin raised his eyebrows in mock indignation. “ I would NEVER joke about the Backstreet Boys” he exclaimed.

Lin went on to explain his idea for staging a performance of Backstreet’s Back complete with choreography for this afternoon’s Ham4Ham.

“Look, if you need me to show you the moves then all you had to do is ask” you laughed

“Ha! You know I love the fact that you spent all of senior year practicing Janet Jackson’s Rhythm Nation in your bedroom, I’m not doubting your skills, but we had a run through yesterday and I think we’re gonna be ok.” He chided while biting his lip.

The fact that he’d remembered your high school Janet Jackson obsession made you beam. It was something you’d geekily admitted on your very first day in rehearsals with him. Why? Because being around Lin brought out embarrassing admissions of your geeky obsessions, and he never mocked. His eyes had grown big and his face lit up in excitement and and he’d waved his arms in the air exclaiming “Me too!”. And from that moment onwards you knew you were in the right place. The fact that he’d remembered this little detail strangely gave you butterflies and you smiled to yourself.

You held your hands up “Ok ok, so you don’t need my dancing skills then.”

“No but we do need some accompaniment” Lin smiled.

“Fine!” You said, secretly happy to have something more fun to work on than the piles of paperwork Alex had left for you.

“I’ll get the melodica, hey give me a hand will you?”

You gestured up to a crate on the top of the bookshelves in your office marked ‘Ham4Ham gear.’ The crate was full of toy musical instruments, a set of megaphones, props, and some bits of costumes. It had become more of a lost and found box of novelty items which Lin and Alex added to weekly, as each Ham4Ham got more adventurous and silly.

You pulled over a chair to stand on which wobbled. Lin grabbed the chair to hold it in place as you climbed up.

“Shit!”

The chair immediately swayed and Lin put his other hand out holding your waist to stop you falling off. You gasped, not expecting his hands, you flinched slightly and wondered if Lin had noticed.

“You ok?”

“Yeah,thanks. Sorry this chair is a piece of shit” you laughed nervously. You noticed his hand remained on your waist. Your skin tingled and you swallowed nervously.

You stretched out your arm trying to grab the crate which was just out of reach when Lin yelled “Fuck!”.

Lin’s hands had disappeared from your waist and you looked down at him, his eyes were wild, and he stepped back from the chair. He was staring at you. Staring at your waist. You looked down and noticed your shirt had ridden up above your stomach as you’d reached up. You quickly pulled down your shirt and stepped down from the chair. It was too late. He’d seen it.

“Fuck!” Lin said, this time in a whisper.

You looked at the floor. You couldn’t look at him. No, no, no. Not now. 

“Show me.” Lin said, breathlessly. He was still staring at your waist.

“Lin, please, I can’t.” You shook your head in a panic.

He looked up at you, his eyebrows furrowed and his mouth tensed. “Show me” He commanded.

You gulped, it’s like you had forgotten how to breathe. His eyes never left yours and there was nothing left for you to do but show him.

Slowly you reached down, grabbing the corner of your shirt, nervously pulling it up to reveal your stomach and looking away. Lin gasped, closing his eyes and shaking his head.

Your stomach was blue and purple. An enormous bruise covered your belly, your waist and stretched round to your back. The bruise on your face from the previous week had faded, this was brand new, shiny, and dark.

You forced yourself to look at Lin who was still studying your skin in shock, you felt naked and exposed and you pulled your shirt down. Lin still stared at your waist through your clothes, unable to look away. Wispy strands of hair had fallen loose from his pontytail and hung in his eyes, you noticed his arms were locked by his side, his hands gripped tightly into fists.

“It wasn’t a mugging was it?” He said quietly

You shook your head, tears in your eyes and you tried to hold yourself together. You’d been trying not to fall apart all week, but you could feel yourself on the verge of unravelling.

“Who did this?” Lin asked, his mouth open in shock, his eyes set in anger, He already knew.

“I can’t.. Please I can’t do this now.”

“Who did this?” He asked again, his face darkened like thunder.

You couldn’t speak. You could barely breathe. You reached out to hold the chair to steady yourself.

“It was Mark wasn’t it?” Lin’s voice cracked.

You swallowed hard and closed your eyes. You nodded your head and a tear slipped down your cheek.

“Fuck.” Lin whispered.

“Lin I’m sorry, I couldn’t.. I didn’t know how to tell anyone. I’m sorry…”

Lin cut you off, he started shaking his head, pushing back his hair into his messy ponytail with both hands. His eyes were wild and he began muttering under his breath, violently spitting out a rapid mixture of English and Spanish, the hatred and anger flashing across his face.

“Fuck. Fucking motherfucker! No I’m gonna kill him…Hijo de puta…Mark es un maldito cabron…I fucking knew it!…Voy a matarlo… Hijo de la gran puta… Es una mierda!”

“Lin, please!” You begged, biting back tears and trying not to lose it.

Your voice brought him back and he stopped to look at you. He saw the panic in your face and the tears you’d tried so hard to keep in now falling freely down your cheeks and he took a breath.

“I’m sorry” He said shaking his head, his eyes softened realizing how scared you looked. “I’m sorry.”

He wrapped his arms around you, placing his hand gently on the back of your head and you finally allowed yourself to fall apart. Your face pressed into his shoulder and you sobbed, and you felt like you wouldn’t stop. He stroked your hair, holding you together.

“It’s ok, it’s ok, que sepas que estoy aquí “ he said in a soft soothing voice. It was a while before you could breathe. You steadied yourself and pulled away, embarrassed by the damp patch you’d left on his hoodie. You reached out for the chair to sit down while Lin grabbed you a box of tissues from the desk.

“You knew didn’t you?” You asked after a deep breath.

Lin puffed his cheeks and sighed while shaking his head.

“I don’t know… I thought I knew. I mean, I didn’t want to believe it. I just knew something was wrong. I knew there was more to the mugging but I didn’t know what, and I couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.”

“He told me nobody would believe me if I tried to tell anyone what he’d done. He said I deserved it. He said…” Your voice broke, you weren’t ready to go into detail yet.

Lin knelt down in front of you, placing one hand over yours, and tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ears as he spoke.

“You did not deserve this. I believe you.” He spoke slowly and gently. There was still a rage behind his eyes, but his voice was calm and soothing. You stared blankly at him. You didn’t have words. You smiled faintly and nodded.

“All this because of that stupid video” You muttered.

Lin looked at you puzzled.

“Jasmine uploaded this dumb video of us from the other night. We were drunk. In the video she basically recorded this big fuck you message to whoever attacked me. Mark said we were laughing at him, that we humiliated him and…”

You trailed off, leaving out the part where Mark had also seen you drunkenly admit on camera that you thought Lin was cute. How he’d called you a slut and a whore that evening, how he’d told you this was your punishment.

Lin begain muttering under his breath in Spanish again “…Hijo de puta” His face hardened and he shook his head, clutching your hand tighter.

“You did not deserve this.” He repeated, his voice firm and his eyes darkened.

You nodded silently and he gently traced small circles with his thumb across your hands.

You sniffed and wiped your eyes, breathing deep and trying to focus.

“Alex is gonna be back soon, I’ve got to get it together.”

You stood up and flattened down your hair. You needed to slip back into the role of someone who has their shit together. Even if it was just for a day.

“Y/N I don’t think you should be at work, this is too much.”

“No this is exactly what I need right now, I need to keep busy, I need to work, I need to not think about this for a day.”

Lin sighed, scraping back more strands of hair from his face. “Ok. But we haven’t finished talking about this yet, and you aren’t going home tonight.”

Panic flashed in your eyes. “If I don’t go home tonight he’ll know something is wrong. He’ll kill me! I think he’ll actually kill me.” Your voice sounded small, you barely recognized yourself.

“No.” He said with a resigned look in his eyes. “You’re coming home with me tonight. You are safe. He’s not coming near you again. I promise.”

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Part 4 is coming soon here! and then I’m gonna write some smut, I swear!

Welp..it’s 3 in the morning and I’m just about ready to die :D 

Another Sally face piece (because I clearly can’t get enough of this game!) So I had this idea of Lisa using an old Polaroid camera (most likely taken from the lost and found box) and using it to take photos of everything (including Larry and Sally)…she would probably collect them all in a scrapbook and add cute little notes :)

i drove around tonight for nearly 2 hours by myself. i needed space from the world, i needed to observe others and watch the city exist without feeling as if i was part of it. i wanted to feel irrelevant to anyone else. i wanted to be in a place where my absence meant no less than my presence. i wanted to seem as empty as i sometimes feel.

i stood at the top of a hill and felt the wind burn my cheeks, although the air was thick and warm. i watched cars filled with families and friends pass by blurry highways and bright lights. i felt okay, but i felt as if something was missing. nothing i can find hidden in a lost and found box or buy with the money i don’t have. parts of me are still missing. i’m still trying to figure myself out, and it’s just fucking hard sometimes. it’s hard to get up in the morning and put my feet on my carpet. it takes too much effort to pour myself a cup of coffee. i feel drained by noon sometimes. i snap at people just because i’m battling my own thoughts. it’s hard to check my phone and not have missed calls from people begging to make plans because they’re busy with others. it’s hard to look at someone i used to love so deeply and still wonder how she managed to hurt me like she did. i second guess myself more than i’d like to admit, constantly fluttering my anxiety wondering if people notice how not okay i really am. it’s hard to sleep soundly, let alone wake up without wanting to disappear. 

sometimes it’s hard to look at who i am, versus who i was and want to be. my past, present, and future self are all so different. i can’t tell what kind of person that makes me. i wonder what has damaged me that i’m not aware of. i wonder what will continue to haunt me about my past. 

there are nights where i fall asleep soundly. those don’t happen much anymore. most nights consist of tired eyes with a brain that won’t shut down. most nights are lonely, most nights i hate having the bed to myself. 

sometimes, and some nights, everything just hurts. 

I have to confess I’m obsessed with your past, love. I want to know how you became you. I want to consume the facts and fiction that make you.

How did your favorite food become your favorite food? Why do you hate sleeping with the lights off? When did you stop kissing your parents goodnight? Where do you go home when home doesn’t feel like home? How many friends are in your Lost and Found box? Which lies are you proudest of? Which fears do you wear like a shield? Who broke your heart first, and did it ever heal? Whose lips felt the truest?

Who what where when how why
who what where when how why
who what where when how why?

Burn your history on my mind.

—  died-of-thirst 
Hiss and Tell (Jake X MC)

Title - Hiss and Tell
Request - If you’re still taking requests can you do number 22 with Jake and F!MC?
Prompt - “Did you just hiss at me?”
Pairing - Jake x F!MC
Rating: G to PG
Word Count - 1044

(I loved writing this, so I hope you all enjoy!)

 You’re all hiding in the Celestial’s staffroom, having escaped the Watchers attack a few hours ago.

Everyone has collapsed around the room- some in chairs, some on the floor. The only people not resting are Michelle, Quinn and Jake.

Quinn rummages through a lost and found box, searching for something. A small “aha!” tells you she’s found what she was looking for- she spins around, marching over to you with an armful of clothes.

“Here. It’s getting cold.” She says, holding them out. Your cheeks flush as you take them. She smiles, heading over to Jake, who’s standing in the doorway.

“I found clothes for you too.” She tells him. He glances over his shoulder at her.

“Appreciate it, Ariel.” He flashes her a grin, taking them and quickly pulling the shirt over his head as she returns to her seat.

Michelle finds a first aid kit and a pile of clean towels, setting up a makeshift nurse’s office with two tables before calling everyone over one by one. She’s thorough, professional…. And a damn good nurse. Eventually, she calls you over and you don’t argue. She starts cleaning some of the cuts on your back, and you find yourself drifting off suddenly. Your eyes close…

“M/C, did one of the Watchers bite you?!” She asks suddenly, her fingers gently running over your shoulder. Your eyes snap back open, just in time to see Sean and Craig look over at you. You feel your cheeks grow warm and you glance over at Jake, who seems suddenly very interested in a sign that reads; Your number 1 job is to make people smile!

He glances casually at you, and you can see he’s trying to keep a straight face. He winks, before looking back at the sign.

Michelle follows your glance, and you see her raise an eyebrow. You give her a look, and she pretends to zip her lips, going back to cleaning your wounds.

“Actually, now I look closely I think it’s more like finger nail marks.” She says lightly, “Probably from when I grabbed you as you fell, remember?” You nod, and you see Craig and Sean return to their conversation. You mouth a thank you to Michelle, who just smiles.

Once she’s done, you pull your shirt back on and head back to your spot, slumping down and closing your eyes.

Several minutes pass, before Michelle turns to Jake.

“Jake, come and sit down.”  He glances over his shoulder, giving her a look.

“I’m good, Maybelline.” He tells her, unmoving.

“Jake, you’re bleeding.” You open your eyes to see her cross her arms.

He looks down, noticing a damp patch on his shirt before shrugging.

“I’ve had worse.” He counters, and you can see frustration building in Michelle’s face.

“Jake.”

“Don’t push it, Maybelline. I don’t need you to stick a band aid on a paper cut.”

“That is-“

“Jake McKenzie, sit your ass down now.” A voice snaps.

The quiet murmurings in your group stops, and you realise suddenly it’s you who snapped. Jake looks surprised for a second. Then…

“No.”

Everyone looks at you, but you remain focused on Jake as you get to your feet.

“Don’t test me, Jake. Shut up, sit down and let Michelle look at you.” You step forward, leaning on the table as you stare him down. He looks you up and down, before also starting to lean on the table.

“I don’t take orders from you, Princess. So-“ He stops suddenly, hissing. You blink, and glance at Michelle, who shrugs. You look back at the Pilot.

“Did you just hiss at me?!”

“No, I-“ He stands up straight- and sways slightly. His hand moves to his side, and you see a flash of pain cross his face. Your anger vanishes, and you move around the table so you’re beside him.

“Lie down.” You order, pointing at the table. He opens his mouth to argue, but seems to lack the strength.

“Doesn’t look too comfy. I think I’ll pass.” He flashes a smile at you. You don’t smile back.

“Now. Or I’ll get Craig to hold you down.”  Craig looks up, grinning at the sound of his name.

Jake seems to weigh up his options…

“Fine.”

He lies down on the table. He doesn’t look happy, but you don’t care. Michelle gets to, moving Jake’s shirt out of the way so that she can see his wound. Your stomach twists as you get a look at it. A deep gash runs across his side, bleeding sluggishly. Michelle tuts, grabbing a towel and pressing it against the gash.

“Hold it down.” She directs you. As you press down, Jake lets out a grunts of pain, and you feel him flinch slightly. Michelle continues to work- glancing at you when she finds scratch marks down his back. You give her a look of innocence, and she shakes her head. A sudden light touch on your hip makes you look down. Jake’s eyes are locked on you, his hand now resting on your hip. You smile down at him, and he smiles back. You notice how pale he looks, and how a faint sheen of sweat covers his forehead. You feel guilty that you didn’t notice before.

“Hey, Princess.” He mumbles. You smile, reaching out with your spare hand, brushing a lock of hair out of from his face. Slowly his eyes begin to close and you look over at Michelle. She looks at you, giving you a gentle smile.

“Let him sleep.” She whispers. You move out of the way as she moves to check the gash, bandaging it. . “If it starts bleeding again, I’ll stitch it.” She walks off, heading to the sink. You sit back down, this time near Jake’s head. Your reach out, your fingers gently curling in the Pilot’s long hair. He seems to relax at your touch, and you can’t help but relax yourself.

“Hey, M/C.” You don’t bother looking over.

“Yes, Craig?”

“Zahra and me wanna know- How long have you and Flyboy been doing the nasty?”

You hear the sound of someone being slapped.

“What? It’s not like I asked for details!” you hear Craig hiss.

“I will literally murder you.”

(You decide not to answer the question.)

anonymous asked:

"Help, my husband is my phone background and my phone keeps running out of battery bc I can’t stop turning it on to look at him" I found this on tumblr but it was wife can u do something with this for sterek it's so cute

thats so freaking cute omg 

Stiles was rummaging through the giant lost and found box at the station when his dad found him.

“Stiles,” he said with a resigned tone. “There’s a good reason you’re going through the lost and found right?”

“Yeah I need a phone charger and I left mine at home.”

“And why do you need a phone charger? It’s not even mid-day yet.”

“I have this really cute picture of Derek as my screensaver and it’s so cute and I can’t stop looking at it and I keep turning my phone on and it’s draining the battery,” Stiles said with a goofy grin on his face.

“Oh god you’ve turned into a sappy husband already and it’s only been a month,” John groaned.

“Oh shut up dad. I’m happy.”

“I know you are. And god knows the two of you deserve happiness. Now stop digging through all that crap and get the spare charger from my office. And get back to work. I don’t pay you to stare at your husband all day.”

Turns out the solution to Stiles’ problem was to print out the picture of Derek and frame it and put it on his desk. Saved him a lot of phone battery, which he ended up draining anyways when he constantly texted Derek throughout the day. Who knew he’d turn into a total sap when he fell in love??

Their Girlfriend Is A Professional Pole-Dancer: TWICE

Anonymous said: Hiya! Could I please request a Monsta X (and maybe Twice if I can ask for multiple?) reaction to their girlfriend/significant other being a professional level pole dancer, or experiencing seeing them practice pole for the first time? Please and thank you and I hope you’re having a beautiful day full of your biases!

I hope you enjoy this love! Monsta X’s version is here! Hope you have a great day!

Nayeon: She was relaxing with you, cuddled into your side when all of a sudden, you got a text from your friend, asking for a video of your pole-dancing routine so they can practice as well. Even though she respects your privacy, her eyes scanned your phone as you sent the video. She was confused as to why there was a girl on a pole and why you sent that to your friend. When she asked you what it was, you just told her that you pole-dance as a hobby and that if she wants, she can watch the video. So, your night consisted of her fangirling over your videos. No matter what you do, she will remember it and use it to her advantage for flirting. Having a talented pole dancer as a girlfriend made her happy, so she’s going to show that she loves it. 

Originally posted by nayeoh

Jungyeon: Internal and external screams are her reaction to actually seeing this. One day, you were assigned to help your students with the routine on a date night, so you just took her with you to the studio. She sat there, watching you show the routine. Even though the music was loud, you could hear the screams over it. She didn’t expect you to be so good at pole-dancing, so this was a large surprise to her. Even after that night, she would be mentally screaming about the routine she saw and how wonderful you looked. Hopefully, she will finally process the fact that you actually pole-dance for a hobby so she can tell you how proud she is to have you as hers, always making sure you knew that. But don’t worry, she will let you live for just a few minutes before she praises you again.

Originally posted by blankjiace

Momo: Being a dancer herself, she would have such a special feeling of pride and joy after finding out that you pole-dance. She didn’t mean to find out about your hobby, it just happened.  One day, her curiosity got the better of her and she started to snoop in your phone. Yes, she respects your privacy, but she was bored, so she tried to find a strange selfie to forward to her and set as your contact. But, what she found was a video of your pole-dance routine, which made her shocked, as she didn’t know this. She would immediately go and praise your dancing, admitting her snooping and getting scolded. Even so, she would still be happy since she has such a talented person as her girlfriend. Whenever you brought up your pole-dancing, she’d immediately get giddy and compliment you on it, no matter what. 

Originally posted by 0ncelovestwice

Sana: Blushes and fangirl mode activated. She was also someone who didn’t mean to find out about your hobby, just kind of stumbling across it. Of course, this curious bean would look around your house when she arrived a little too early, even earlier than you. What she was expecting to find was random forgotten clothes or lost accessories, but she found a box with scribbles across it. When she opened it, she found your pole-dancing supplies, examining the strange box. Within it, she found a photo of you teaching your first pole-dancing class, your form perfectly bending and twisting with the pole. She wouldn’t be able to process this and fangirl when you got back. Because of her excitement, you took her to one of your class and she would flail and blush the whole time. Having such a beautiful and talented girlfriend made her feel overjoyed.

Originally posted by alltwice

Jihyo: You told her of your hobby out of the blue, since it randomly came across your mind. The two of you were sitting down, holding hands and being generally cheesy with one another when you remembered that you never told her that you pole-dance. So, you told her, her smile stretching to gape. This fact was a surprise to her, as she didn’t expect you to actually pole-dance. Because of this type of dance being so difficult, she was interested in knowing how you do your hobby. You brought her to the studio to show her your routine so she could see what you teach. As you professionally did the routine, she would admire you, her mouth hanging open as her eyes widened. With you being so good at that, she was incredibly proud to be dating you. 

Originally posted by 9477

Mina: She would get so shy once she found out that you pole-dance as a hobby. The way she found out was when she was going through your photo albums with you. One picture caught her attention: a picture of you with your new studio, the poles behind you shining. Asking you what the picture was, her eyes would widen as you told her that it was when you got your studio to teach pole-dancing. Because of her interested, you decided to let her watch some videos. This would cause her to blush and fangirl, as you played videos of your routine. She was happy and proud that she’s dating someone so cool, becoming a fan of your dancing. 

Originally posted by kyuteu-k

Dahyun: Full of grins and cheers for your dancing. One day, as the two of our were relaxing, you received a call from a student, asking if they could go to the studio to rehearse the routine. Because of this, you tried to end the date night short, but her pouts got you to take her with you. When you showed the routine, she would sit there in shock, admiring the way you pole-danced so effortlessly. She couldn’t process it until after the routine and you slid off the pole. She would cheer telling you how well you did and how she’s lucky to have you. Instantly, she’d become you biggest fan. Everytime you pole-danced, don’t be surprised that she’s close by, cheering you on. 

Originally posted by tw9celand

Chaeyoung: Confusion and disbelief would be evident on her face since she never expected you to be so good at pole-dancing. Another snooper, finding out your hobby because of her curiosity. During a movie night, you fell asleep before she did. While taking pictures of your sleeping face, your phone buzzed, catching her attention. Even though you two respect each other’s privacy, she was curious as to why your phone buzzed. So, she grabbed your phone, unlocking it. It was a student asking for the pole dance routine. She’d sit there, scanning the text as you slowly woke up. Her face would go through many expressions and while you scolded her, she’d ask to see your routine, only to freak out ad cheer once she saw it. You’d never live it down since she’ll now forever praise you. 

Originally posted by blankjiace

Tzuyu: She’d probably fangirl and gush over you. One day, you were watching your routine on your phone when she sat beside you, the video catching her attention. As discretely as she could, she would watch the video, eyes widening and mouth gaping as you professionally spun around the pole. She didn’t expect you to be so good at it. You noticed her spying eyes and hid your phone in your chest, scolding her for peeking. Ignoring your nags, she complimented your dancing, pinching your cheeks once you blushed. Pole-dancing is a hard thing to do and for you to be able to do it so well made her extremely proud of you. No matter what, she’d praise you and compliment you, telling you how she was s lucky and happy to date you. 

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Chilled to the Bone

He found it on his third table.

Obi paused mid-wipe, frowning at the unidentified lump seated upon the ledge and tucked back into the corner of the large picture window. He leaned a little closer, both hands planted upon the surface of the little table in the back of the coffee shop, in the spot that Suzu had dubbed as “The Nook” due to its isolation and easy access to several power outlets. It was a favorite to hipsters and students alike, not wanting to be disturbed with their laptops and textbooks spread out upon the surface next to their to-go cups of caffeine.

He tilted his head a bit before tossing the towel over his shoulder, stretching across the small table in order to reach it, long fingers plucking the foreign bundle somewhat warily and holding it up to the grey winter light coming in through the window for closer inspection. He’d seen some weird shit left behind before and past memories had turned him into a much more cautious man.

The strange lump of wool began to unravel in his grasp as he lifted it higher and higher, mile after mile of hand-knitted yarn revealing itself to be a rather impressive and incredibly comfortable looking scarf.

Huh- in olive green, no less. That was rare. He didn’t even know that yarn came in that color.

He supposed that he should toss it into the lost and found box beneath the counter, just on the off chance that someone came in looking for it. The rush from earlier had died down and only a few customers lingered, so someone was sure to come back in searching for it soon. The forecast had called for frost that night, so no doubt that it would be missed come tomorrow morning.

Well then, maybe he’d best keep it out and in plain sight, just in case.



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He reasoned that he was only wearing it because it looked like someone had put a lot of effort into making it, and it deserved a better fate than to wilt away, forgotten and alone, at the bottom of a musty old cardboard box in some random little coffee shop.

That, and when he got stuck working the drive-up window, it helped to keep him somewhat protected against the elements. Winter was a bitch, man, and he needed all the help he could get. Coming down with the flu wasn’t exactly something that he wanted to pencil into his schedule anytime soon. If the slow and steadily dropping temperature of the past three weeks was any indication, it was about to get even colder.

Those were the only reasons. It definitely didn’t have anything to do with how soft it was, or how nice it smelled (like vanilla and lavender), or the fact that it happened to be his second favorite color.

That was all.



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Three more weeks went by and the scarf continued to occupy his neck as he walked the crowded sidewalks of the campus, on his way to use the copy machine in the library and squinting against the bitter cold December wind as he stuffed his hands further into the pockets of his coat. Screw this weather, man.

The inside of the library was warm and he flexed his fingers a few times as he adjusted the straps of his backpack over his shoulders. This wouldn’t take long, granted that the copy machine wasn’t being hoarded at the moment.

He was about to push open the door leading into the small room housing the noisy machine, his hand a mere inch from making contact with the wood, when it opened on it’s own.

A rather petite girl startled and froze in the doorway, her green eyes wide as she let out a small gasp, gripping her stack of freshly printed papers in her arms that much more tightly. “Oh!” She released a breathy laugh as she spoke quietly, “I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you!” Her smile was charming, her voice so soft and very sweet as she blinked up at him.

He ruffled the hair at the nape of his neck, fidgeting somewhat nervously as he ran his fingers through the strands. “Ah- it’s alright, Miss. Sorry to startle you…” He paused, his brow furrowing as he took in her focused gaze, which had sobered slightly and drifted just a hair south.

Uh, what was she staring at?

“I-Is that my scarf?”

He blinked. What? His fingers immediately flew to the soft yarn encasing his throat, the article of clothing that had become a part of him, engrained itself into his winter wardrobe so effortlessly as he slowly began to tug it free from where it rested snugly around his neck. “I-uh…Sorry- I found it at the coffee place where I work, and I didn’t want anything to happen to it…” Why did it feel like he was losing a very dear friend?

Her face softened as her small hand reached out to settle onto his wrist, pulling his hand away and halting the task of removing the borrowed item. He froze, wide eyes watching her as he dropped his hands away from the soft wool, following her silent command without question.

“You should keep it,” she whispered, a faint blush warming her cheeks as she smiled up at him. “It was my first attempt at crocheting and it’s way too long for me. I’m just glad that someone else can use it! I felt like I was swimming in it!”

His fingers came up to fiddle with it, a small smile tugging at his lips, his attachment to the garment extending slowly out to its creator as she shifted her load in her arms in order to hold her hand out to his.

“I’m Shirayuki. It’s nice to meet you.”

Her hand fit in his perfectly, so very tiny but warm and soft as her palm nestled against his own. “Obi,” he murmured quietly. “Nice to meet you, too.”

Sally Face Theory: Megan’s Sister (Spoilers!!!)

I don’t see many posts about her so maybe not many know about it.

The developer literally told a youtuber (Gloom) about it because no one found it. I don’t know how long this will be, so maybe there will be a part 2 to this post. Here is a link to the video, if you don’t want to read too much: 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=03IUCmu3XsA

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anonymous asked:

Anna, have you ever stolen anything?

I stole some velvet leggings once, from a lost and found box in my school’s laundry room last year. and maybe a bike but it was probably already stolen and dumped before i got it. hm now when i think about it maybe all i did was find junk

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Mrs. Dana Terrace was featured as one of the 10 Animators To Watch At Variety 

Dana Terrace

“DuckTales”

“When I’m talking to students, I always make a point of telling them to take any opportunity they can get,” says animator and director Terrace.

Terrace began living that advice after an accidental run-in with the work of Japanese animation maestro Hayao Miyazaki. When she was around 10, her mom brought home a VHS copy of Miyazaki’s “Princess Mononoke.” Terrace’s mom thought it was a kid-friendly Pokemon story, not a mature anime tale. But Terrace loved it and just knew that whatever she’d just seen was what she wanted to create herself one day.

Dave Mullins

“Lou”

Longtime Pixar animator and animation supervisor Mullins can tell you his precise super power: Perseverance.

Mullins was hired by the animation studio in 2000 and has worked on such hits as “Up,” “Inside Out” and “Monsters Inc.” He’s also been pitching ideas since 2005, getting notes from the likes of John Lasseter and Pete Docter, refining his ideas and storyboarding on weekends. His short, “Lou,” is a story about the confrontation between a bully and an unseen creature who lives in a lost & found box at a school. The idea for “Lou” got the greenlight when he found a story that was relatable to everyone from kids to grandparents.

Mullins says his father’s job meant the family moved around a lot. “And it always made me feel invisible or sometimes like I wanted to be invisible,” he says. It seems like no accident then that Mullins would create an “invisible” hero who lived in a box and was made out of things that children lost. This “guardian angel” of the playground might fight to return the lost things when a bully wants to steal them.

Though “Lou” will play in front of “Cars 3,” which opens June 16, Mullins remembers the long road of pitching and revising that brought him to this point.

“The biggest challenge was that I’d been writing and pitching stories for a while and they just never took and that can knock your confidence,” says Mullins. “But I just never gave up.”

Kira Lehtomaki

“Ralph Breaks the Internet: Wreck-It Ralph 2”

Lehtomaki will tell you she took a meandering path to Disney, but it was a one-track route. Ever since she watched “Sleeping Beauty” on the big screen at the tender age of 3, she knew what she wanted to be: not a princess, but a “drawer” for Disney, and she hasn’t looked back.

The daughter of science-minded parents, Lehtomaki studied computer science at the University of Washington instead of going to art school, because hand-drawn animation was fading and computer animation was on the rise, and “I wanted to work at Disney in any capacity.” For a time, she also studied French “because I had found out that Disney had a studio in Paris. I thought, ‘I don’t speak French, and if I desperately want to work at Disney, I want to make sure I’m available to work at any studio.‘”

With her computer science degree in hand, Lehtomaki immediately sent her resume Disney, and she got a call — from the technical department. “I remember talking to someone on the phone, and at the end he asked me, ‘So, why do you want to work at Disney?’ I said, ‘Because I really want to be an animator,'” she recalls. “There was a long pause, and then he said ‘Oh, OK. I’ll pass your resume on to the art department.’ And then I never heard back.”

Then she heard about Animation Mentor, an online art school started by animators from Pixar and Industrial Light & Magic that connects students directly with animation professionals. After completing that training, she sent Disney her reel and was admitted into Disney’s animation trainee program. Her dream finally came true.

At Disney, Lehtomaki has worked her way up as an animator on such hits as “Tangled,” “Wreck-It Ralph” and “Frozen,” to being supervising animator for the Judy Hopps character on last year’s “Zootopia,” and is now co-head of animation on “Ralph Breaks the Internet: Wreck-It Ralph 2.”

Wanna Dance?

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The night was winding down. Almost everyone had left – even the bride and groom – and so it seemed that I would spend another night of celebration and love and happiness alone. Not that it was necessarily a bad thing – I was over the moon that my baby sister finally married the man of her dreams. A good one at that. But the melancholy fact was that I was once again the one that got the pats on the back, the sympathetic looks and pitiful smiles, the “You’ll have your special day soon” notions. I took it all in stride. As the Maid of Honor there wasn’t anything I could really do but keep a smile plastered on my face for the entire evening. It wasn’t my day to ruin. I had no intentions of doing so.

My feet were awfully dirty. Blistered too. I had gotten rid of the sparkly stilettos my sister had begged all her bridesmaids to wear and had danced with reckless abandon when the guests and us were all on the dancefloor. Of course when time came for pictures I was always sliding back into the moments of pain and horror. I’d most likely wake up tomorrow with red welts and purple bruises lining my toes and feet and the hope I’d be able to get out of bed and walk.

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#10: The Elevator

The rain reached its peak right after I left. It started as a slight drizzle during work, and gradually worsened along the way- the rain drops were practically hitting against the glass windows of the fried chicken joint I was working at. I remembered we had a particularly obese lady waddle into the joint, dripping all over the floor.

‘What the hell, huh, Scott? Any fatter and we’ll have to put her on a diet,’ my co-worker, McDoogle, had commented sarcastically. ‘If there’s anyone who needed to fatten up, it’ll be you, mate. You go any thinner and I’ll have to flash out my magnifier to find you.’

As the night went on, I had prayed for the rain to stop, but God clearly wasn’t listening, because by the time we had closed up, it had become a full-fledged storm out there, and the only thing I had for protection was a dusty black jacket that McDoogle had found in the lost-and-found box. I quickly zipped it on, and went on my way.

I managed to squeeze onto the last bus with the rest of the commuters, mostly well-dressed businessmen with proper coats and gloves, the lucky bastards. Some shot me confused looks as I plopped down onto a seat near the back, and I wouldn’t have blamed them- I stuck out like a sore thumb, a scraggly-haired teenager dressed in nothing but a black jacket and torn jeans, soaked from head to toe. They had probably thought I was a druggie or something, the way I was hunched over in my seat, shivering from the cold.

The crowd of gawking onlookers thankfully thinned as we went on our way, and by the time I had finally reached my stop, there were only three other passengers. I quickly got off, and sighed. I had hoped for the rain to stop, but no chance. If anything, the storm had worsened along the bus ride. Just my luck, I muttered darkly, beginning my long trek back to my dingy apartment. I lived in a small room on the 23rd floor, right at the top of an old, slightly dilapidated building. It wasn’t ideal, having to live about thirty minutes away from the nearest bus-stop, but my meagre salary prevented me from having anything better.

The lobby of the block eloquently reflected the pathetic state of the building- the paint weathered and peeling off in spots, cobwebs hanging off the corners, and the only source of light was a flickering light bulb dangling from a lone wire. I shuddered as I ducked into the lobby, and it wasn’t from the cold- the long, shifting shadows given off by the bulb had always given me the creeps. Luckily, there was an elevator already waiting in the lobby, and I gratefully hurried in and hit the number ‘23’ button, sighing in relief as the elevator vibrated to life and creaked upwards.

As I settled in for the minute long ride up, it suddenly shuddered to a halt and the doors groaned open. A guy, clad in a maroon hoodie, strode in, his wet sneakers and umbrella forming a large puddle where he stood. He pressed the number ‘17’, before turning to nod at me in greeting. I nodded back, and glanced up to the cracked screen in the elevator- a bright green ‘2’ shone out from it.

‘Crazy storm out there, ain’t it?’ He commented.

‘Sure is.’ I replied.

The journey up continued in silence, when the elevator stopped with a soft ‘ding’. I blinked in surprise at the noise- I’d never heard the elevator ‘ding’ before. The landlord must have finally gotten off his lazy, fat ass and fixed something. The doors creaked open, and the maroon guy left.

It took ages for the doors to finally close, and even longer for the elevator to start moving again. I leaned back onto the grimy wall and made a mental note to call the landlord about improving the elevator.

I must have dozed off, because the next thing I knew I was half slumped over the rusty railing in the elevator, with drool dripping off the side of my mouth. I quickly straightened up and checked the screen- the number ‘17’ shone out from it, which couldn’t have been correct, because the guy got off at ‘17’ and I clearly remembered the elevator moving off before I’d dozed off. Speaking of dozing off, how long was I out? It couldn’t have been very long- the trip from ‘17’ to ‘23’ would have taken half a minute, at most. I peered out of the grimy windows of the elevator- there was nothing out there of interest, only the occasional metal railings flashing past the window.

I stepped back, and glanced up again. Still ’17’. I forced myself not to panic. There had to be a legitimate explanation for this. I found myself pacing around in the elevator to work off the panic.

I paced. I looked up to the screen. ‘17’.

I paced. I looked up to the screen. ‘17’.

I paced. I looked up to the screen. ‘17’.

With no watch and no phone to tell the time, all I had was the number of rounds I’d walked in the elevator.

Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four.

‘17’.

Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine.

‘17’.

I was losing it. I could feel the grimy, disgusting walls of the elevator close in, bit by bit, as I continued to pace.

‘17’.

’17.’

‘17.’

I was finishing off my ninety-eighth round when the elevator shuddered to a stop. YES! I hurried over to the doors and stared out the windows.

No. There was nothing but black. 

This isn’t my floor. This isn’t any floor.

I had enough.

‘FUC-‘ I began, when everything happened at once.

The elevator jerked roughly to its side, sending me sprawling onto the floor. The lights flickered twice, before going off with a loud buzz. I was thrown into darkness and before I could get up, the elevator jerked again. It was like the mechanical version of a seizure, only worse. I was flung in all directions across the floor, my body bumping against all four walls as I slid around, uncontrolled.

And then it all stopped.

The lights flickered on and I found myself lying in a heap in the left corner of the elevator, my head pressed up into the corner. Disorientated, I got to my feet. I couldn’t even figure out what I was feeling at the moment. Confusion? Fear? Panic? Pain?

Before I could decide, the doors slid open.

The guy, the same maroon guy, stepped in. Maroon hoodie, wet sneakers, dripping umbrella. The same maroon guy.

I looked up. A green ‘2’ glowed out brightly from the screen.

What the hell?

I looked back down, followed the motion of his finger as he pressed the number ‘17’ button.

‘Crazy storm out there, ain’t it?’

What the hell??

I looked up. The guy was staring at me.

‘What?’ I croaked.

‘Crazy storm. Almost blew my damn umbrella away.’ He chuckled, before squinting at me. ‘You okay?’

I finally found my voice. ‘You came in here just now.’ I replied, my gaze darting from his face, to his maroon hoodie, to his wet sneakers, to his dripping umbrella. This was no mistake. It’s the same exact guy.

I’m losing my mind.

‘What, here? I just got here, man.’ He smiled nervously and stepped back.

I could see him slowly tightening his grip on the handle of his umbrella.

I’m freaking him out.

The very thought made me want to laugh. Me? Freak him out? Hell, I was the one stuck in this goddamn elevator. I should be pissing my pants.

I stepped towards him, my gaze alternating between him and the glowing screen.

‘Woah. Dude. Don’t be weird.’ He wasn’t smiling anymore. He tightened his grip on his umbrella.

The elevator ‘dinged’ and the door behind me opened. I didn’t move. My eyes were fixed on him.

He edged around me. I could see sweat trickling down his face.

‘Don’t come back in here. Whatever you’re doing, you better stop. You better stop.’ I whispered, following behind him, step by step, until I reached the door.

I stayed rooted in the spot, even after the doors closed, my gaze piercing through the window on the door. I wanted to make sure that he left. And he did, scurrying backwards down the corridor.

That’s right. Don’t ever come back.

I glanced up to the screen as soon as the elevator started moving again.

’17.’

’17.’

’18.’

I let out a huge sigh of relief.

Finally.

I continued to stare at the screen, feeling less and less tense as the number continued up as normal.

’19.’ ’20.’ ’21.’ ’22.’

’23.’

I wanted to cry, that’s how relieved I was.

I stepped out through the doors as soon as they opened.

The next thing I knew, I was flying backwards into the elevator, hitting my head, hard onto the wall.

‘Holy shit! Sorry dude, I didn’t see you there.’

That voice.

That fucking voice.

I looked up slowly. From the dripping umbrella, to the wet sneakers, to the maroon hoodie, to the face, to the bright ‘2’ glowing from the screen above.

He did it again.

‘You okay?’ He asked, bending down.

I told you to stay away, you fucker.

‘Hey. You hit your head or something? Shit, I’m sorry.’ He continued.

I’ll make you sorry. You wanna mess with me? I’ll make you sorry.

‘Woah, dude. Quit staring man- don’t be weird.’

I remembered the next few seconds in flashes. I remember lunging at him, snarling and growling. I remember tackling him to the ground. I remember wrestling his umbrella away from him. I remember bringing the umbrella up high. I remember his face, staring up at me in fear and shock, as I brought down the sharp tip of his umbrella down onto his chest.

Once, twice. In, out.

His yelling, gradually reduced to a moan, and then a gurgle.

One, twice. In, out.

His thrashing and fighting, gradually reducing to weak grappling, before he fell limp.

Once, twice. In, out.

His eyes, at first wide open in terror, slowly closing, before it shut.

I continued stabbing long after he stopped breathing.

I had to make sure.

I had to make sure that he didn’t come back.

I won’t have him fucking around with me again.

I heard the doors open behind me. I didn’t know how long it was after I killed the maroon guy. With no watch and no phone, how could I have known?

There was movement behind me.

‘Shit.’ A voice rang out.

It didn’t sound like maroon guy. I smiled.

‘I found him, I found him. Fuck, it’s a mess in here. Level 17, hurry up!’

I removed my gaze from the bloody, misshapen mess infront of me and turned.

‘Don’t move!’

It was a policeman. He had his gun out and pointing right at me.

‘I said don’t move!’

Don’t worry. Nobody was going to mess with anyone. I took care of that. I smiled at him in reassurance.

More and more policemen appeared behind him. One of them prised away the bloody, broken umbrella away, one of them cuffed my hands, and three of them dragged me down the stairs. They didn’t have to be so rough, I wasn’t going to hurt anyone.

When we emerged out of the lobby, I realised it had stopped raining.

An old, balding man in a suit walked up to me, his hand clutching a phone.

‘This him, doc?’ A policemen asked in a gruff voice.

Doctor?

The old man nodded before speaking into the phone. ‘McDoogle here, we found him.’ He tucked the phone back into his pocket before turning back to me. ‘You really gave us quite a scare, Scott, running away like that during kitchen duty.’

McDoogle? Kitchen duty?

And then it all hit me.

Kitchen duty.

The obese lunch lady complaining that I had to eat more, or she would have to ‘flash out her magnifier to find me.’

Stealing the black jacket from the front desk. Putting it on to hide the white uniform below.

The front door letting out a soft ‘ding’ as I slipped through.

Taking the bus back home.

My ward room number.

23-17.

I blinked and turned to McDoogle, my doctor from the mental institute.

And then I fainted.

Area 51 AU (Galra!Keith)

So this AU takes place on Earth, and the other four Voltron members are just living normal lives. I’m thinking Shiro and Lance are freshman at college, and Hunk is a senior at high school, while Pidge is a sophomore. The reason they know each other already, despite the age differences, is because all of their parents are very close childhood friends. Naturally, they see each other as siblings. Basically meaning they’ve all got a lot of siblings, considering Lance’s huge family and Pidge’s brother.

Now onto Keith. I’m thinking maybe he has some control over his forms. Like growing up he was an orphan going from foster home to foster home, trying to hide his Galra form, but struggling to control it. He’s been caught before, but not in his complete form, just with random purple break outs, or hints of ears, or whatever. That’s why he keeps being sent to different foster homes. When he has these “strange” moments, the parents just kinda freak out or don’t want to deal with him being “sick”, and send him somewhere else.

It takes Keith years to learn to control his forms, but even then he is unable to control it under extreme circumstances, like severe anxiety or fear or even anger.

He’s discovered and taken into custody when he gets into a fight with a kid at school and turns Galra. (This is when Keith is around 15, and in this I’m saying he’s 18, so he’s spent about three years in custody before he escapes.)

After Keith escapes, he’s on the run from them for several weeks, until he finds Shiro.

So one night, Shiro is walking out of the library, heading for his car, when he bumps into Keith, who is running from “something”. (The people from Area 51 who are hunting for him are hot in his trail, really not that far behind him.) Desperate, Keith asks Shiro to help him, to get him out of here. Shiro, being the caring sweetheart he is, would do so, no questions asked. (Yet.)

So Shiro tells Keith to hop in, and they manage to lose the people chasing Keith (Keith was at least far away enough from them for them not to see him get into Shiro’s car).

Shiro stops somewhere, both of them feeling safe enough to stop. Keith thanks Shiro, and is about to step out of his car, when Shiro asks him if he wants a ride home. Keith obviously doesn’t have a home, and he just says no. Shiro looks Keith up and down, finally having a moment to really look at him, and sees how rugged Keith looks. His hair is a disaster, his clothes torn and filthy, and his jacket looks like it’s nowhere near warm enough to fight off the late November weather.

(Fun fact, this jacket is the same one from the show. Keith probably plucked it and his other clothes from either some lost and found box or Salvation Army. There’s a warehouse for the Salvation Army donations, so it’s very easy to go in unseen and take what’s needed, especially for someone as agile as Keith.)

So Shiro flat out tells him that he looks like crap and offers him a place to sleep for the night. Keith refuses at first, but Shiro insists, explaining that his roommate won’t be home for a few days. He also offers him food and a fresh set of clothes.

Keith can’t turn that down, because he’s starving more than anything.

So he accepts, and lets Shiro drive him back to his dorm. Shiro doesn’t have a whole lot of food (living the college student dream haha), but there’s some leftover take out food. Shiro apologizes for the junk, but to Keith this is beyond amazing, and just starts eating it right away. Shiro can’t help but notice how almost defensive Keith is over his meal, looking as if he thinks it’s going to be taken away at any moment.

While Keith is eating, Shiro grabs some clean clothes, although they’re a bit too big on him. (Maybe later he could shoot up a quick text to Lance asking him if he could buy some clothes off of him for Keith.) He sets them up in the bathroom, and tells Keith he’s free to use the shower. Keith is already almost finished with his food. But fom the way Keith keeps glancing up at the fridge, it’s obvious he’s still hungry, so Shiro makes a thing of Ramen for him. (Again, living the college student dream.)

Shiro tries to ask Keith who he was running from earlier, but Keith dodges the questions. When Shiro realizes this, he backs off.

At some point he manages to get Keith to stay for a few extra days.

That’s all I’ve got so far for specific scene ideas, but I do have a few other headcannons, which include:

-It doesn’t take long for Keith’s secret to be discovered by Shiro. After a few days, Shiro wakes up to Keith having a really bad nightmare. Shiro wakes him up, and when he turns the lights on, he sees Keith’s Galra form. Shiro of course is momentarily caught off guard and kinda freaks out. Keith tries to run out of the dorm, but Shiro manages to stop and calm him down. Keith doesn’t tell him everything, but tells him that people are after him because they know his secret.

-When Lance gets back to the dorm, Keith and Lance do not hit it off, and from this point on will struggle to get along, especially after he realizes Keith’s Galra form. Before he finds out he’s an alien, Lance already doesn’t like the idea of this suspicious, ragged looking “kid” (even though they’re literally only one year apart) staying in his dorm. He tells Shiro that he can’t just take home every stray animal he sees (as Shiro has taken home lots of stray animals growing up). When Keith overhears Lance compare him to an animal, Keith threatens to kick his ass. (Keith would be sensitive to being called an animal because of the fact that he’s been called one so many times at Area 51.)

-Pidge is transgender, male to female. Her friends know she’s trans, but she’s mostly in the closet. The community the kids grew up in is heavily Christian, and Pidge is scared outing herself for those reasons.

-I want Allura and Coran to be in this, but I have no idea what their connection to this will be. I’m thinking maybe they’re professors at Shiro’s and Lance’s university, but I’m on the fence.

-Hunk and Pidge are huge science geeks and have done lots of sciency stuff together at like science fares and stuff. (I don’t know science I’m sorry.) I’m on the fence between them being biologists or engineers. Maybe a bit of both?

-I’m thinking the college isn’t too far away from home, so Hunk and Pidge visit often. When they discover Keith’s secret, they literally don’t leave him alone until they’re threatened to be kicked out, because they’re just so fascinated by him and need to know everything about his Galra form. Keith is obviously uncomfortable about this, and basically ends up locking himself in the bathroom until he calms down long enough to get back into his human form.

Aaaaand that’s it. Thoughts? I’m open to suggestions, or if anyone has their own ideas, throw them out there! :3

Edit: My friend and I were talking about this, and we came up with some funny ideas. Lance introduces Keith to catnip. Keith gets high AF. Lance videotapes Keith acting really stupid and high as blackmail. Keith totally gets hooked on this stuff, like as if it’s like really good food or something. Unfortunately, Shiro decides it’s time to take that stuff away and ban Keith from taking catnip while he’s in the dorm room. Mostly because he doesn’t want people to complain about all the noises Keith makes from stumbling around and giggling like an idiot. Better not to draw any attention. So of course, Keith acts like an asshole about this for a week. Even though he knows Shiro is right, he still gives Shiro dirty looks, or knocks his drinks off the table. Also, we discussed the possibility of Coran and Allura being aliens too, but looking human enough to pass as humans to a point where nobody would notice unless they really took a moment to look at them. When they see Keith (not sure how they’d meet just yet), they realize immediately that he’s an alien and provide as much comfort and support as they can.

Update: I’m working on the fanfic for this! It’s a prequel, when Keith is at Area 51. I haven’t finished chapter one yet, but I’ve been writing a lot, and I published a little teaser for you guys to read. :3) http://dylexa.tumblr.com/post/148271842272/area-51-au-fanfic-teaser-3

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I found two packs of snap cards after clearing up a kids party at work a couple of months ago, seeing as the card were still in the lost and found box, I took them home and used them for some Swedish flash cards :)

I will find a proper place for them as the Lion group isn’t together but for now they can sit on my desk organiser 

anonymous asked:

Has Frisk seen Gigi yet?

sans: yeah, they meet them… and they were really excited because now they can share they ‘fashion‘ sense with another kid.

Grillby: I think it’s rather cute of them to bring all these sweaters, even thought they find them on the most unexpected places, like Lost and Found Box at the MTT resort or on the horns of a monster in the forest.