mute the silence

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Closing Time - TFCFansgive fic

This is the fic that I did for @curlyhairedneil through @tfcfansgive. Hopefully this turned out alright!! I won’t lie, I really super struggled with the prompt, because we all know I’m not one for fluff writing, but this was… admittedly a lot of fun once I finally figured out where I wanted the story to go.

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Neil doesn’t know what to do on a snow day. Not that he considers this much of one. There’s barely a dusting on the ground, hardly enough to even call it snow. It’ll be gone by tomorrow morning, if not later this evening. He doesn’t get it. Classes – canceled. The whole school – shut down. Even Wymack, the betrayer, had called off Exy practice for the day. It’s not that Neil doesn’t get that, regionally, this is a lot of snow. It’s not even an inch, but to people who live here, who make a home in the south east, this is an abomination. Neil’s been here for three years – has called himself a Fox for three years, holy shit – and they’ve never called a snow day before. It’s unprecedented.

And yet all Neil can see when he looks out the dorm window is a lack of ice and perfect running conditions.

“We’re not going out there,” Andrew says from his spot on one of the bean bags. Kevin is at his desk doing homework. He’s been grumbling for the past fifteen minutes about stubborn coaches and unreasonable fathers. Apparently, not even Kevin could win Wymack over. The court is closed to them.

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here’s why sana and eva seem to make so much more sense to me, than sana and noora.

it feels like, clip upon clip upon clip, we just keep on seeing noora. there’s an overload of her. to the point now where, it just feels, overbearing. it feels too too much. even when she’s not got much to do in that clip (like today’s fake fake fake clip), her simple presence is just … overbearing. and we can see sana feeling overwhelmed by her too. 

it just feels so forced? there is no need to have so much noora be shoved in our faces so much, yet, she’s there. she’s always there. and you can’t help BUT to roll your eyes and sigh deeply everytime you see her, because, there’s just been such an overload of her. an overuse of her, that, it just feels ineffective now.

noora says she’s dropped out of the bus because sana has. and? so? big deal? last episode she was fuming at sana, for not telling her about william and his new girl, and … now she’s okay with sana, enough to drop out of the bus for her? there’s such a lack of continuity in her character? and so now that she has dropped out of the bus, in today’s clip, she … honestly didn’t even seem that phased? just going about her usual stuff. tying her hair back and munching on a carrot. so, it’s like … well, what’s the point? what’s the point of you dropping out of the bus, that you say you did for sana, and then not even bothering to ask sana why she’s doing it, even though sana, by text, yesterday wasn’t up for talking much, noora could have asked today why she did what she did. but … it’s … just, mute silence? that’s not what “friends” do .. they don’t drop the matter. they keep at it, little by little, they keep asking. keep indirecting.

i’ve already been vocal about my issues with noora this season. she’s invalidated sana, dehumanised sana, said she’d rather be a muslim bc muslims don’t feel pain, she is literally? the definition of a White Feminist™. i’m tired of her. i’m tired of her constantly, always, just being THERE, and just … not doing anything. if this was season 1, noora would have asked sana by now what’s up with her, directly confronting her about it, and talked it out with her. but now? noora just seems so … wishy washy? there’s no … continuity in her character left anymore. i’m tired of her overload.

which is why sana and eva feels so much more organic. because, eva’s been spotting, noticing, since day 1. whether it be the pizza (which, yes, she got wrong), or just worrying glances at sana, that sana notices eva give her, or downright confronting and asking her what’s up, or trying to persuade her to stay. she’s including sana. she isn’t dismissing sana. she’s picking up on sana. 

but it doesn’t feel overbearing. she isn’t taking up sana’s screen time with her problems, unlike noora. she isn’t making it about her. she’s making it about sana. keeping sana the focus. enhancing sana’s plot. asking her if she wants to join them in going places. paying attention. not dehumanising or invalidating sana.

and, eva’s presence feels a lot less gentle, a lot less subtle, than noora’s. it doesn’t feel forced. it’s not loud, it’s silent. but it still translates so much on screen. its where eva is shown to mess up (like with the pizza), but still continue trying. she isn’t shoved in every clip. there’s a gradual continuity, an organic steady growth there, whose slope keeps going upwards. she’s slowly approaching sana more and more, without it coming across as forced and plot devicey, or taking away from sana. 

she’s noticing sana, in the way where she’s the only one who turns her head and looks back at sana walking away, in how she looks guilty, and tries to include sana into the conversation, in how in the bus meeting, she was the only one who wore a colour closely resembling black, as sana did, whilst the others wore white. 

and it feels real to life. because, eva fucks up, but then she tries again, and each time, she tries a little bit more than the last time. it’s a development. its growth.

and it stems from just how familiar and similar sana’s struggles are, to eva’s.

they both have roots that stem from the same kinda seed that was planted, and hence why their lil friendship blossoming feels so much more organic and natural, than sana and noora’s, that just feels … artificial, superficial, and as isak put it: fake, fake, fake. 

The Disappearing Pets

No one noticed when the strays started to go missing. It was just a cat here, another there, nothing too unusual for feral animals. Even as a kid, I was used to them coming and going of their own accord and sometimes wouldn’t see them for months. It was just how things worked in a small country town.

But then Sassafrass disappeared. She was the Binders’ beloved Siamese cat, an elderly girl with only one good eye and less teeth. She would sunbathe in a basket filled with blankets from dawn until dusk and then go in to sleep between them on the couch while they watched their evening programs. She rarely left her basket and never left her yard.

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the fact that there’s just been point blank mute silence today from sana speaks volumes about how much this girl internalises and internalises and will not open up to anyone.

especially after what noora said yesterday to her about “how she’s so lucky she doesn’t have to deal with heartbreak and stuff”, perhaps the one friend she could have relied on and opened up to, in noora, no longer seems like a possibility either. plus noora has too much going on and of course, sana can’t happen reach out to her. not when she’s so stressed herself.

(understandable.)

but then the other girls, eva and chris and vilde are too preoccupied doing their own thing … or people, in vilde’s case. so sana can’t open up to them either.

(understandable.)

after friday night? there’s no way sana’s ready to open up to her mum or elias just yet. no way. there’s too much guilt and disappointment.

(understandable.)

and isak and even are too too happy right now, in bliss, enjoying their time together, time that they deserve to have alone together. sana can’t be selfish and want to ask for some of that time. they seemed so so happy in their selfie today. no. it’d be wrong to disturb that.

(understandable.)

so sana just … keeps it in. all in. it’ll pass. this feeling isn’t permenant. it’ll go away in a few days. her mind will find something else to focus on in a few days.

(but its not just about yousef, though. there’s years worth of pain she’s got inside her. bottled up and screwed tight. and the pressure just keeps on increasing in that small confined space everyday, when she has to bare another insult to injury over a backhanded statement of ignorance, or a look from a biggot that she gets. it only builds up, never goes down. and sometimes it’d just feel so … good, to be heard, and listened to, just once, by someone from all these people that she holds so close to her in her life.)

but, it’ll pass. one day it won’t feel this heavy anymore.

(she convinces herself of that much, somehow, anyway).

An excerpt from Avrom Sutzkever’s Lider fun togbukh (Poems from My Diary, 1974–1981). Translation by Zackery Sholem Berger:

No sun, no rays. Creatures on the sea floor,
Ambulatory flora in an otherworldly landscape,
Genesis of death and life, coral towers of Babel,
Divine caprices—time to meet them all.

Time to hurry out of the circus with clowns, trapezes
To where the glory of the pearl is in command.
Time now to snatch the secrets of the darkness
There in the marine lab, among hearts of muck.

Time now to drink wine with long drowned sailors
In a cabin: a water bar on the sea floor.
And hear them tell about pirates, albatrosses
And thousand-year-old love affairs, unbecalmed.

Every sound wants freedom. Sound of brass and wood and string.
Person-tongue is trapped in heavy cages.
Time now to listen in—glimpsing through a crack
How muteness recites ABCs of silence. 

Mellifluous - Reddie

Mellifluous - A sound that is sweet, smooth, and pleasing to hear.

(Part One - Technically in Richie’s POV)

Reddie AU- Richie Tozier, a 17 year old broken boy in a broken home and his best friend/first love, Eddie Kaspbrak, a 16 year old mute boy who’s silence is loud enough to keep Richie sane.

Hi Guys! So this is really just the “introductory” chapter I guess so nothing really happens. I have a lot of ideas for what I want to happen in this fanfic and I’m really excited to see how it turns out as well as the response it gets, but the first few chapters have to explain the setting first. I hope that’s okay & I hope you all enjoy it and if you do, be sure to check back for updates :-) PS! They can both drive. They’re 16/17 here. -E

Warnings - Language??? (Pretty sure the only swears in this are fucking & dipshit though lmao), very vague mentions of Richie’s family.

Italics - Flashbacks

Word Count - 1.5k

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All the creature ever had was the things they could steal - mute silence, before they captured their first voice singing so sweet, a heart salvaged from a savage thing, a laugh traded by a stranger on the road for safe passage. Born from whispers, dreams, fears and made flesh as stories wove together. Names, too, they had a lot of those. They were the only thing they’d ever been given. Witch. Demon. Monster. Strange. Some odd and freakish jumble of parts. Powerful. 

Until, one day, someone gave them a kindness. 

But the creature didn’t know how to keep anything unless they stole it for their own.

Love Is Enduring

Paring: (Yoongi X Reader)

Prompt: Yoongi Soulmate AU! (Tattoos Are Forever Pt. 3)

Genre: Even MORE Angst

Words: 4.3k

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@saisai-chan asked for it and I’m happy to oblige:

Fresh snow. Pure, perfect white, crispy cold air and that muted silence of a first winter’s day….

“INCOMING!”

“Wah!”

Sero!”

“Yosh, that’s a point for me! Whooo!”

…only interrupted by the shouting and laughter from Class 1-A as they tumbled over each other in their joy, scooping up handfuls of snow and throwing them at each other’s head in something vaguely looking like snowballs. It’s a heartwarming sight altogether, and even the more serious children like Iida and Tokoyami hadn’t been able to resist and let themselves be pulled into the fray. Iida’s glasses had been knocked half-off by a snowball, but he was shoving a handful of snow right into Sero’s face as revenge, chuckling all the while.

The only one who hadn’t let himself be rigged into this was Bakugou.

The boy sat in the doorframe leading from the living room into the garden, scowling darkly at his classmates. Cross-legged and chin propped up into his palm, he watches - Izuku ducking beneath a snowy missile, straightening again to throw his own snowball into Uraraka’s direction, or Shouto simply freezing some snowballs mid-air before they could hit him. Or Kirishima, getting hit by several missiles at once, laughing all the while as he sputtered and wiped off the snow from his face.

All of them were laughing and smiling as if they were having the times of their lives…

Tch.

“If you want to join - I’m sure the others would be happy about it.”  

Bakugou doesn’t have to look up to know that All Might is standing next to him. The man casts a well-known shadow – both figuratively as well as literally - wherever he is.

He respects the former hero far too much as that he would simply ignore him or insult his words, so Bakugou gulps down his initial answer and aims for a sharp yet not angry tone, “This is fucking childish.”

There is a pause, before All Might breathes out quietly – almost a sigh – and turns towards the open door again.

Bakugou nearly snarls and pulls the man back from the door – freaking careless man, shivering in the cold air weaving into the living room even though he is bundled up in a thick sweater and a scarf… he should be fucking resting, not going out of his way to catch a cold…

But he doesn’t, grips his own fingers to stop himself from reaching out and do so reflexively. Not his problem if the man can’t look after himself.

“Sensei! Sensei, come join us!”

“Sensei, put a jacket on!”

“Put a jacket on and then come join us!”

Some of the children have stopped in their play now that they have caught sight of their teacher, waving with both arms and coaxing him out to them.

There is a warm chuckle next to Bakugou (he still refuses to look, can vividly imagine the fond warmth on All Might’s expression without turning around) and then, an empty mug is placed onto the ground next to the boy. “I will be right back, young Bakugou.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

“You can still…”

“They are waiting for you, you should hurry.”

Another breath-sigh, but All Might doesn’t try again.

Moments later, Bakugou is alone in his observation spot again, watching as All Might steps out into the snow with warm boots on and throwing on a jacket as he calls out to the cheering children.

The game continues, even louder and merrier than before.

Bakugou scowls some more (no, not pouting, never pouting). Stupid. Childish. Cold and wet and dumb, and now even All Might is in the middle of this craziness, lifting Mina up to sit on his shoulders so that she could fire her snowballs from higher above and laughing aloud as Kaminari claims that this is unfair – and could he be carried too, please?

Stupid idiots, Bakugou thinks, hoping that they can somehow read his mind and hear his insults.

“They won’t know that you want to join if you just keep scowling at them.”

Bakugou almost rolls his eyes at the drawled words. “What’s wrong with you teachers, always trying to sneak up on me?”

“What’s wrong with you, always rather growling than actually talking?” Aizawa shots back, lazily lounging next to Bakugou, sleeping bag wrapped tightly around himself.

“I don’t want to join,” Bakugou grunts in response, hunching more into himself.

“Sure,” the single word is dripping sarcasm, and Aizawa doesn’t even try to look comforting or reassuring.

Perhaps that’s why Bakugou can handle the scruffy teacher better than All Might – the man doesn’t sugarcoat anything, doesn’t smile to make things better. It’s easier, somehow.

“It’s childish,” Bakugou insists.

“You are a child.”

The boy glowers at his teacher, but Aizawa has closed his eyes and pretends to not notice.

“What do you care if I join them?!”

“I don’t.”

“Then stop annoying me!”

“I’m not doing anything. That’s all you.”

“Ugh!” Bakugou is close to throwing his hands up into the air in utter exasperating – the laughter, the cheering, the smiling-happy-faces-and-fun-without-him-and…

They hadn’t even asked him if he wanted to join them.

“Fuck this!” Bakugou pushes himself to his feet, rushing off to get his jacket and boots. “Fuck this shit! As if I need an invitation for anything!”  

Aizawa waits until he hears the snow crunch under angry footsteps before he cracks an eye open and watches Bakugou stomp towards his classmates, struggling to get into his jacket.

A smile curls the man’s lips as he snorts to himself. “Almost too easy.”

Kirishima is humming to himself, rolling a snowball between his palms and checking if he is able to launch his next shot all the way over to Mina – as he suddenly gets smacked straight in the face with a load of snow.

He sputters, coughs and stumbles backwards, tripping on the slippery ground and falling backwards into the snow.

Still blinking in surprise, he peers up at Bakugou looming over him. The blond is tossing his next snowball – perfect round shape – up and catching it, again and again, as he glares down at the his classmate. “What, Hair for Brain? Didn’t see that one coming?”

“Bakugou?” Kirishima asks dumbly, before he starts beaming. “Hey, you joining us, buddy? Cool!”

“Tch,” Bakugou catches the snowball, squinting down at him with a weird expression. “That’s all you have to say, fucking cool?”

“Well, yeah!” Shrugging as he gets back on his feet, Kirishima chuckles. “We meant to ask you before, but then we thought – nah, Bakugou is too manly for a snowball fight, so, yeah, it’s cool that you’re joining now!”

“Hmph. Next time, just freaking ask, Hair for Brain.”

“Huh? What do you-…?”

Kirishima doesn’t get to end his sentence because he gets the second snowball straight in the face –again.

Tsuyu looks up from where she is building a little frog-snowman with Shouji and ribbits softly. “Oh, look, Bakugou-chan is joining us.”

“What?” Uraraka squints over to where her friend is pointing and laughs in surprise. “Oh, he is!”

Izuku stops squirming in Toshinori’s grip – the man has him flung over his shoulder like a bag and carries him to the closest snowbank – and pales a bit. “Uh, Kacchan is here, too?”

“Don’t worry, I think he is occupied,” Shouto assures him. “He is shoving snow down Kaminari’s neck.”

“Um. That’s, uh, good? For me? I feel bad for Kaminari-kun, though.”

“Don’t worry, he will be fine,” Toshinori chuckles softly, patting Izuku’s back with his free hand – before he flings the startled boy into the thick, soft and very cold snowbank.

There is a yelp, a scream, and then loud laughter as Izuku flails to get out of the snow, Uraraka and Tsuyu giggle, Toshinori doubles over laughing and close to spitting blood in his mirth, and Shouto just shakes his head at his very happy and very weird friends.

Until he suddenly gets a snowball straight to the forehead, courtesy to a very determined looking Izuku.

“What the…?” the boy reaches up, touching the snow clinging to his bangs gingerly.

“Revenge,” Izuku explains cheerily, before he dives down to scoop up another handful of snow.

And hell breaks loose as everyone starts laughing and screeching and yelling again.

“Whaaaa! Guys, run, Deku has lost it!”

“Don’t run that way, there is Bakugou going wild!”

“Aaaaah!”

In the end, nobody can say who is aiming for whom or if there are teams or is there anyone who didn’t get soaked to the bone by the end of this afternoon.

What everyone can say, though, is the fact that everyone has the fun of a lifetime during all of this.

(And Kirishima, Kaminari and even Aizawa-sensei himself swear up and down that they have seen Bakugou really smile during all of this.)

Mellifluous - Reddie (Part Two)

Mellifluous - A sound that is sweet, smooth, and pleasing to hear.

(part 1 here)

Reddie AU- Richie Tozier, a 17 year old broken boy in a broken home and his best friend/first love, Eddie Kaspbrak, a 16 year old mute boy who’s silence is loud enough to keep Richie sane.

hey guys! so as you know, if you read my post, i’ve been dealing with some stuff which is why part 2 was not posted right away. obviously though, here it is!! i really hope you enjoy it :-)

Warnings - a homophobic slur in the flashback, panic attack (things that happen during panic/anxiety attacks)

Italics - Flashbacks

Word Count - 1.5k

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anonymous asked:

Can we have more of ruin researcher obi wan and palpatjne getting along (much to qui gons disgust) maybe with someone making a comment about it (and obi wans omega nature) and getting verbally reamed out by obi wan and the normally mild chancellor

Palpatine was utterly fascinated by Obi-Wan.

That was very clear, the beta was utterly fascinated by Obi-Wan and his knowledge and his tales and his exploration and just…everything.

The omega still spent most of his time in the temple, teaching and enjoying the gardens and spending time with Plo and Kit and occasionally Anakin and Qui-Gon when they managed to catch him in a good mood.

But a lot of his time was now also spent with the Supreme Chancellor, with either Anakin or Qui-Gon acting as his escort since Obi-Wan needed one to get back into the temple without hassle. Anakin had admitted to Obi-Wan though that Yoda had asked them as a personal favor to keep a look after Obi-Wan because the old troll was worried about his health now that Obi-Wan was hitting his seventh month.

It was the only reason Obi-Wan tolerated their presence.

“You must forgive me, but are you well Obi-Wan? Your pregnancy has progressed quite a bit.” Sheev offered his arm to him, smiling when Obi-Wan took it with no hesitation and leaned on the Chancellor for some support as they walked together out to the speeder.

“Medically speaking I’m quite well but the baby is havoc on my body control.” Obi-Wan snorted.

“Oh? Forgive me once again but may I ask what the little one is doing?” Sheev chuckled.

“Tap dancing on my bladder for once. I swear to Force, if I didn’t adore the little one already, I’d be cursing them out at the same time.” Obi-Wan sighed while Sheev laughed a bit louder.

Anakin wasn’t sure who in the Chancellor’s entourage gave a low mutter about omegas belonging in bedrooms and not socializing with the high.

Regardless he didn’t have a moment to act on it as it was a derogatory comment when both Palpatine and Obi-Wan stopped and turned, both sporting equally pinched looks with Sheev instantly focusing on the culprit of the group.

“I see some of your employees has archaic views on omegas.” Obi-Wan offered acidly.

“Yes, I was not aware of that.” Sheev drawled, his face a carefully constructed mask to hide the obvious displeasure he was feeling.

Anakin shifted as he felt the Force darken with emotions and glanced at Obi-Wan, hoping the other wouldn’t do something out of character.

“Hmm, I shall leave this matter to you then?” Obi-Wan raised a brow, glancing at Sheev who gave a sharp nod.

“Yes, I will have to speak to Mas about the coming available posts I will be having…”

The words caused a few of Sheev’s entourage to pale but Obi-Wan smiled, his smile all teeth and damn it if he didn’t look like that when someone tried to argue with him, especially Mace while Yoda cackled at the two.

Vindictive pleasure slid across Anakin’s senses as Obi-Wan took Sheev’s arm again and let himself be lead out to the speeder with the aides falling behind further in an attempt to be inconspicuous. By the speeder the chancellor caught his hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. “Please, do visit again, I’ll make sure the company is less…odious by then.”

Obi-Wan said nothing but gave him a small smile, lips quirked in the corners before climbing into the speeder and settling down, giving a low sigh as he rubbed his stomach steadily.

Anakin, officially going from shocked to a bit freaked out, jumped into the front and powered up the speeder, giving the chancellor a nod before taking off with Obi-Wan.

There was quiet for a bit before Obi-Wan started to chuckle in the back, Anakin glancing at him in the mirror. “What?”

“Its almost funny how easily upset you get. I’m not interested in Sheev nor will I ever be but he treats me like a person and not as something fragile that belongs on the bedroom or like a fucking incubator. So rest your head, you can push those images out of your mind.” Obi-Wan sniggered to himself and Anakin felt himself color.

“I’m…broadcasting.” He offered in a resigned tone.

“Very hard too. If I didn’t know better…” The other fell mute, the silence full of contemplation. “Hmm. You’re either worried or you’re jealous. I can’t tell which.”

“Jealous.” Anakin admitted. “I like you, you’re…different, and I mean you’re different because you’re not afraid to argue with anyone. I want your friendship but I managed to kick everything off on the wrong foot and now I’m not sure how to…” He sighed.

“Well admitting it is a good step.” Obi-Wan snorted. “Just continue with that. Being honest with me and treating me like a damn person Skywalker and we’ll see about being friends.”

Anakin glanced at Obi-Wan again in the mirror then smiled a bit. “Alright.

Deep silence usually precedes the writing of a poem….The silence that precedes the poem may be intoxicating, it may seize the world’s wholeness more completely than the poem that emerges later. But it can be a moment of great despair. Writing a poem (if only a few lines – a whole poem seldom comes of a single séance) is linked with a certain loss, and also grief, since the well of silence must be abandoned. And that’s the great problem facing anyone who writes, who tries to write poems. Only when the sad weeks of true, mute silence begin, when you can’t write, do you begin to understand that only this first silence, which fosters poems, is happiness, while the other, empty silence can be a curse.
—  Adam Zagajewski, Slight Exaggeration, trans. Clare Cavanagh

suploliepop-deactivated20171029  asked:

Do you have any SF skellbro yandere headcannons?

Swapfell? I haven’t heard that name in years… ;)

SF!Sans
•Massive control freak. This tiny dictator (I’ve given him the nickname ‘Napoleon’, heh) has to have complete control. Frisk does not go anywhere or talk to anyone without his presence or, at the very least, his knowledge of her whereabouts.
•Despite his hard attitude, he genuinely cares for Frisk and her health; there will be no mercy for any who mean her harm.

SF!Papyrus
•Pretty chill as a yandere. Chara is free to come and go as she pleases, although Paps may insist on tagging along every now and then. He’s not overly possessive.
•Don’t let the mute silence and laid back vibes he gives off fool you. This guy can go from 0 to 100 real quick if he thinks Chara is in danger. The guy becomes a silent terror.

{Thanks for asking! These make my day, ya know :) }