okay this is kind of awkward

once i finally got to sleep, i had super weird dreams and woke up pretty much every hour on the hour

in one, i was some kind of sex vampire who killed people when they climaxed and then I had an awkward conversation with my mother where i confessed to being a sex vampire but told her it was okay because i only drained jerks.

not telling my therapist about that one.

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I'm Still Me, part 1

Based on this reader request:  can u do a fic of chris argent/reader where she is his childhood sweetheart but she vanished without a trace and chris always thought some supernatural creature got to her? and now in present time, she re-appeared in hospital and she look exactly like she was before she disappeard. chris took her in because her family died. and its kinda awkward as she is now same age as allison. rest fill in the blank is up to you. please?

Pairings: Chris Argent/vampire!Reader

Word Count: 1814

Warnings: None

Author:  Gabby

Reader Gender: Female

A/N: Okay, so I know this ends abruptly, and I know that I left it in a kind of a cliffhanger. That was on purpose. I want to thank the anon who sent me this request, because you’ve inspired me to write a series, of at least two or three parts. There’s so much I can do with this request and hopefully I can write up the next installment soon, but I just love the idea!  Anyway, I hope you like the story! And also, yes, I am aware that I modeled the vampires in this story after the vampires in The Vampire Diaries, and that’s because those vamps are the ones who make the most sense to me, with the way they stay warm and can go in the sun and even the way they die. I hope that’s okay.

[voluntarily flings self into the pits of Voltron hell]

I have accepted my fate.

[edit: made some minor adjustments to the anatomy - and now i must sleep for 16 hours *passes out*]

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atla | zuko | wait for it

Sadly, this is as HD as the ATLA episodes get, but I hope you give the video a shot anyway and maybe experience some of the emotions I had making it.  Big thanks to @worddevourer for having this idea and my twin sister @splickedylit for consulting with me during its creation!

Song: Wait For It from Hamilton
Show: Avatar - The Last Airbender

Okay but...

Please tell me that somebody else has noticed how weird Noctis’s walk cycle is?

I mean, he runs like a total doof. But has anyone noticed that after a while, his leg goes kind of stiff and after a while, he even starts limping?

Like, even when he’s running up hills, you can VISIBLY SEE his leg go stiff and he kind of starts this awkward side run thing.

At first as an animator, I was really confused as to WHY they gave him that kind of walk cycle. And when I asked my friend (who has bad knees) about it, they said that people walk like that when they’ve sustained a leg injury during childhood.

But then I realized….

In the past, Noctis has been depicted SITTING IN a wheelchair. And while there’s no evidence stating what EXACT body part he could have hurt, the limp in Noctis’s walk cycle is proof enough that he’s got a bad leg.

😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨😨

Holy smokes.

Mind=blown

Newt Scamander isn’t completely a cinnamon roll

Okay yes, he’s adorable and kind and has endearing quirks and takes loving care of his creatures.  You won’t hear me denying that.  But…

I feel like people have been characterizing him a bit incorrectly.  Like, people see him as vulnerable and awkward and nervous, but, well…

1.  He’s badass.  He jumped into the fray and apparated along the rooftops to save Credence.  He’s every bit as brave as a Gryffindor, though he does it for different reasons.  He was the one who subdued Grindelwald (while still in pain from the Cruciatus curse) and used the Revelio charm.  And then, y’know, saved the whole wizarding world from exposure.  And when he saved Tina?  “I’ve got you?”  Of course we’re all swooning at that, and it’s not because he’s a cinnamon roll.

2.  We know he’s been hurt in the past and that he doesn’t quite understand humans, but he doesn’t really deliberately shy away from them either.  He’s perfectly content to start hanging out with Jacob, and has no problem making friends with him.  In fact, he’s the one to invite Jacob into his case.

3.  In most of the fics I’ve read, Newt is extremely shy and nervous about approaching Tina (or “y/n”).  But in canon?  He seemed pretty confident to me when he tucked her hair back.  He wasn’t stuttering like nearly every single fic shows him doing (not that there’d be anything wrong with it if he did, but he doesn’t).  Yes, he was a bit awkward, but he wasn’t really all that nervous.  

4.  Another thing about fics:  They always portray him as anxious.  But this is the guy who said “My philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.” I’m not sure if this precludes him from being a cinnamon roll, but I thought it was worth pointing out.

5.  He’s quite good at magic.  Consider the whole world he created in his suitcase using Undetectable Extension Charms and as well as many other spells, I’m sure.  Also, Apparition isn’t simple; it requires both concentration and clear visualization of the destination.  Newt Apparated along the rooftops in pursuit of the Obscurus, and then again several times in the Subway station to get away from it while battling Grindelwald and trying to calm Credence down.  I know Apparition isn’t as hard when the destination is very close by, but still, if that’s not impressive, I don’t know what is.

6.  Do you remember that time he threw the Swooping Evil in Jacob’s face because it was funny??  Yeah.  Not so cinnamon-roll-y.  (Thanks to @misshufflpuff for reminding me of this!)

7.  He is sexy.  Oh my goodness.  Everyone talks about how cute and sweet he is but let’s be real, this man is also INCREDIBLY physically attractive.  Why don’t we talk about that more?  (If it’s because we don’t want to objectify Eddie, that’s an acceptable answer.  Still and all.)

8.  “I will protect him!”  Oh no, honey.  Newt Scamander will protect you.  (Unless you’re Tina and an Auror, in which case you’ll protect each other.)

Okay, but an AU were Draco went to Durmstrang instead of Hogwarts because Lucius didn’t want him going to a school run by Dumbledore.

And Draco shows up for the Triwizard tournament with his school right when Harry is in his awkward “holy fuck I’m bi as hell” phase. 

Draco is excited to meet Harry Potter and he isn’t a little shit like he was in first year, but he’s still kind of a shit. Draco is impressed by Harry getting his name in the Goblet of Fire and roots for him over Krum. 

Draco asks Harry to the Yule Ball and Harry doesn’t know what to say because he hasn’t asked anyone and no one has asked him. 

Ron and Harry still have their fight, but Ron is also upset by the fact that both his friends are falling for Durmstrang guys, like what the hell! 

Draco kisses Harry before the Durmstrang ship leaves and asks Harry to write to him.

Just gay as fuck Durmstrang!Draco trying to woo Harry during his year at Hogwarts.

Context: I DM for a small group. Most of us are pretty new to DnD, so we have a unique set of house rules including alternate ability scores, so the process of deciding which modifier to use isn’t always straightforward. Our orc fighter is having a very awkward date with a local human NPC.

Fighter (OOC): Okay so I want to romance her.
DM: Alright.
Fighter: Uhm.. what do I do?
DM: Well you could talk to her… or you could make a roll for it if you prefer I guess?
Fighter: What kind of roll would that be?
DM: Depends what you mean by “romance”. Do you want to sleep with her.. that would be intelligence (for persuasion) usually.
Fighter: Yeah I want to roll but my intelligence is only one.
DM: Uhm…
Fighter: I have a really high intimidation factor that should convince her! What would that be, a strength roll if I want to intimidate her?
DM: Thats… you want to use intimidation to… “romance” her?
Fighter: Well…
DM: That’s… that’s rape.
Fighter: No… yeah. No. I don’t want to do that.

Retribution PT4

Originally posted by gotjimin


REQUEST :  HI YOU’RE TAKING REQUESTS RIGHT~? COULD I PLEASE ASK FOR A SCENARIO WITH A DOCTOR!JIMIN? THE PLOT IS UP TO YOU ^^ THANK YOU 💖💖


AUTHORS NOTE: Okay! So I bet you guys weren’t expecting this! Well I kind of got carried away with the story and if I put everything in just one chapter it would have been so fucking long, so here is PART 4. WITH THE MOST AWAITED SMUT. Once again I will announce, I am an awkward child when it comes to writing smut(even though I still try), so please bear with me if I suck. Anyway, I hope you liked it! Retribution has now come to an end. I will definitely miss doctor Jimin., this was really fun to write tbh. Tell me your thoughts, feelings, reactions & feedback! 



Tick Tock Tick Tock.

“Fuck you.” You hiss at your clock, blaming it for being too loud and being the main reason why you couldn’t fall sleep.

Well, at least that was what you were telling yourself.

It was 2:45 in the morning and the only thought that had been running in your mind for the past 6 hours were how Jimin’s lips felt against yours. How it felt to be in his arms and feel his body against yours. You shut your eyes, almost swearing you could feel him against you again. You grip your sheets tighter, your mind recalling the way his lips moved with yours and how completely addicting he had tasted. You press your legs together, a sudden wave of desire rushing through you and causing you to groan when you realized you weren’t getting relief any time soon.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, you have spent the past 2 hours just listening to the the silent drone of the halls, hoping you could hear the young doctor’s footsteps as he enters his apartment. Yet sadly, the halls were too quiet tonight, meaning the doctor had not returned from the hospital.

You were about to start counting sheep in your head when a sudden call of your name has you sitting up.

Why did that sound like Jimin?

You were going crazy, you decided. You were thinking of the doctor too much and now here you were at 2 in the morning, hallucinating about hearing his voice.

A sudden knock against your flat’s doors has you widening your eyes as you hear your name being called out again. You push your sheets off of you and pad your way into the main room, the sound of the knocks getting louder as his voice echoes behind the door again.

“Please tell me you’re awake.” You hear him murmur, his knocks slowing down as he suddenly sighs.

“You’re probably not.” Comes his low mumble and you hear the rustle of keys as he steps back. You twist the doorknob open, pulling the door back and revealing yourself in the darkness while the bright light of the halls blind you.

Jimin snaps his head back, eyes flushed with relief when he sees you standing awkwardly by your door frame. Your eyes study him, taking in the disheveled look of his hair, the dark circles below his eyes, his shirt filled with wrinkles and his shoes, you realize, were mismatched.

But hell, did he shine. Even when Jimin had looked fucked up, did he fucking look gorgeous. He was too sinfully perfect for his own good.

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Okay so I know that it’s a pretty common idea that Mama Bittle already knows that Bitty is gay (an idea that I kind of agree with as a kid who was also best friends with thier mother in high school.  they just fucking know everything.) But a hilarious possibility just occured to me so I’m going to take the other side briefly of: What if Mama Bittle still assumes that Bitty is straight?  Well I’ll tell you what’s happened.  Larissa. Fuckin. Duan. Man.  

AWKWARD MOM MOMENTS INSPIRED BY LARDO:

  • She has totally answered Bitty’s phone groggily in the morning because Bitty is still asleep in her bed and massively Tub Juice Hungover “Oh hang on Mrs. Bittle, he’s right here.” Cue Lardo clearly just rolling over and shaking Bitty until he’s alert enough to take the phone and let her go back to sleep
  • She has also thrown herself on Bitty’s bed and demanded snuggles while he’s in the middle of Skyping his mom. “Yo Bits, spoon me while I smoke this, yeah?  Fuckin science requirement sucks balls.”  [scandalized silence] “…Oh…Hi, Suzanne.  Sorry bro, my b.”

  • Bitty sends her mini pies in the mail over the summer, and she Skypes him to say thank you complete with eating a pie on camera so he can laugh at her outrageously pornographic sounds of appreciation.  Bitty didn’t even think to put in his headphones because duh it’s just Lardo, but Mama can’t look him in the eye at breakfast.

Mrs. Bittle and Coach discuss the incidents and while they’re happy that Bitty is happy, they’re kind of worried that this crass stoner girl is going to be their daughter in law.  When Bitty comes out and they realize that their son in law is probably going to be the quiet and well-mannered Zimmermann boy they are tickled pink

Long Ass List of Daredevil Sentence Starters
  • "Scream all you want. Come on, let me hear you scream. Scream loud. Nobody gives a shit down here."
  • "I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "But seriously, yeah, I gotta go bribe a cop."
  • "Please stop giving my mom cigars."
  • "Look, I'm not asking you to do anything immoral."
  • "You've never done this before?"
  • "Maybe we can help each other."
  • "All I did was ask him for a drink."
  • "Define yourself by what you have, value the differences, make no apologies for what you lack."
  • "I thought I detected a whiff of virtue in there."
  • "But I'm awkward and unfashionable. Those things don't seem to apply to you."
  • "I just don't feel like going home okay?"
  • "So let's hop a few bars, not think about it."
  • "Your outfit kind of sucks, by the way."
  • "You haven't told me anything about you."
  • "Okay, good because I was starting to worry you might be in love with me."
  • "I drank the eel. Not a euphemism."
  • "And we are now filled with mighty eel strength!"
  • "After what you told me, I'm never going home again."
  • "I know you're scared, but I'm here to help you. Okay? - You don't have to be scared anymore."
  • "I make a heck of a latte, if you're interested."
  • "Facts have no moral judgment. They merely state what is. Not what we think of them, not what we feel."
  • "I know how hard this must be for you."
  • "You have no idea how any of this is for me."
  • "They have to pay for what they've done."
  • "They won't listen."
  • "We'll make them listen."
  • "You do not want to test me."
  • "You think this is still about you?"
  • "You should have just killed me. You coward."
  • "This is an offer, not an order."
  • "I did some digging into your, uh past activities."
  • "A man/woman that can be bought isn't worth having."
  • "I said you should move on. Didn't say anything about me."
  • "Even though our perception of it changes, one thing remains constant. The past can never be completely erased. It lingers."
  • "I've been lied to before by men/women. Some were even decent ones but they still felt the need to be dishonest about things that mattered."
  • "Hey, that's not a reason, it's an excuse."
  • "He's/She's like a sexual Rain Man."
  • "I want you to touch my face."
  • "Just tell me what you feel."
  • "You need anything else, you know where to find me."
  • "You want the short answer or the long one?"
  • "We need to contain this."
  • "Lying to that woman is impossible."
  • "Choose a side."
  • "I'm the closest he/she has to family. He'd/She'd do the same for me."
  • "That wasn't very smart, but it was fun watching you bleed."
  • "Life is not a fairy tale. Not everyone deserves a happy ending."
  • "Animals don't stop fighting. Not until one of them is dead."
  • "Admittedly, I'm a work in progress."
  • "Let's get this started."
  • "You know what they call stuff like that? Gifts. The special kind. The kind that very few people have. Or deserve."
  • "Smart don't come out of books, kid. Smart is making the right decision at the right time."
  • "Big world. Not all of it flowers and sunshine, and the only way guys like you and me can survive is to grab it by the throat and never let go."
  • "Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?"
  • "What a shithole."
  • "This is my life and I made something of it, without you."
  • "Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can't afford."
  • "Is that why you left? Huh? To protect me?"
  • "You got heart kid, but heart's not enough."
  • "Anger is a spark, good. Rage is a wildfire, out of control, therefore useless. Just like you."
  • "We all pay for our choices."
  • "I've learned a lot since you've been gone."
  • "You're a dick."
  • "Say that you want my help."
  • "I want you to help yourself."
  • "I don't need a friend. I need a soldier."
  • "In war, people die. If it's not you, it's the guy next to you."
  • "I swear I will not kill anybody. Pussy."
  • "Never is a man more good looking than when he is in love."
  • "You do your job, I'll do mine."
  • "On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."
  • "So, how long before I do something that pisses you off?"
  • "You can't listen to people like that. You have to just block them out."
  • "Yeah, you're just a guy, right? A really, really good-looking guy."
  • "If you weren't half dead, I would kick your ass."
  • "We're gonna be the best damn avocados this city has ever seen."
  • "Misspelling 'Hanukkah' is a mistake. Attempted murder is a little something else."
  • "Well, we seldom get everything we want. Not in this world."
  • "You were really something back in the day. When you had a soul."
  • "I'm not afraid to die."
  • "We'll be together, that's all that matters."
  • "You really think that this will change anything?"

Okay, let’s try some #Dumb Positivity.

So, I keep seeing the Emma/Regina hand holding pop up on my dash. (Not surprising, it’s an exciting development.) 

But one thing that stands out to me every time I look at it is just how awkward it is. Hands up, horizontal. Hands naturally clasp each other vertically: they’re easier to hold that way, it feels better, you get a tighter grip.

Example:

Still kind of awkward, but it feels real. It looks like two people who are trying to hold onto each other.

And at first, I was disheartened by the way it looked, because when Emma and Regina hold hands, it doesn’t look comfortable. It doesn’t look like two people who want to hold on to each other. I mean, the clearly do; the act of them holding hands is designed to show us that they are going through the portal together, bonded by holding each other’s hand. But it still looks… awkward. Uncomfortable. 

But the more gifs I saw, it started to dawn on me just why the hand holding looked so uncomfortable. 

Check it out:

When they grab each other’s hand, they both lift their arm a little. They don’t stretch their arms out straight, the natural way to do it. The most comfortable way to do this would be like the gif above, with both their arms down, or down but at a slight angle, meeting in a V. But they don’t do that.

Why?

Because if they shot it that way, the hands wouldn’t be in the exact. Center. Of the Frame.

Check it out again. Look at that shot. Their hands - Emma and Regina HOLDING hands - is the focal point for the shot. It is the most important thing happening in this scene. 

This shot was meticulously crafted. The white balance, the wardrobe, the rather extreme low angle shot, which signifies the power of these two women as well as serves to put the audience off guard. The final piece is the two of them reaching over and taking the other’s hand, right in the middle of our screen.

The audience is supposed to see this and take meaning from it.

Baby Talk

here’s a slightly early christmas gift to my fav puff pastry in the world @bbyhyuns, this isn’t like my usual stuff so i rlly hope you like it
nearly 9k words of pure fluff bc y’know…..i love to go overboard
anyways enjoy sweet baby daddy jungkook 


   “Jungkook. We need to talk.” It’s late at night, his breathing is slow and tired on the other end of the phone.

   “Okay? What’s up babe?” Clearing his throat you listen to the sound of sheets rustling.

   “Well, see, we need to talk in person. It’s kind of uh, important.” Cringing at how awkward you sound, picking at a loose string on your sweater, eyes fixed on your untied shoelace.

   “Cool, is everything okay?” His voice is deep and rumbling, you’d probably woke him up.

    “Yes.” Clearing your throat you shuffle around on your feet. “No. I don’t know?”

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Okay so I was wondering what exactly it is about Molly that looks so different, and I guess I just now realized that it is mainly in her demeanor.

From promo pics of S3, she looked all sweet, kind of awkward, hopeful, and just all around fluffy Molly.

That’s what it is, I’m just realizing that now. We’ve only ever seen “fluffy” Molly.

This Molly is not fluffy. It seems like we can actually see her now.

There is no “mousy Molly,” only Molly. And while I think we’ve seen bits before it’s never been like this. Because clearly from the photos and trailer she’s been through something. She knows something, and whatever it is, it’s bad.

Bad enough to strip Molly of her fluff and change her almost completely. Something happens. And it involves her directly.

Girls Night Part 3

Title: Girls Night Part 3

Part 1    Part 2

Pairing: Dean x Reader (we’re getting there!)

Warnings: a few curses

Word Count: 1254

A/N: Okay so this is short because I’m going to keep their first date in one part. I’m a details freak so that will probably be kind of long. Also I 100% believe Dean would be this awkward if he really liked someone and wasn’t looking for a booty call…just go with me here. 

Sitting at the library table, Dean stared at the screen of his phone and fiddled with the slip of paper holding Y/N’s number.

Sam entered the library after grabbing some coffee. “Dude.” He noticed the slip of paper in his hand, he’d been carrying it around like a little kid since the other night. “Seriously? You still haven’t called her?”

Dean just looked at him.

“Hey, she gave you her number and usually that means she actually wants you to call her.” Sam sat down to resume what he’d been working on.

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He's Cute, Huh?

Daveed x Reader
Word Count: 2996

A/N: Hi guys; this is kind of an awkward one, but it’s been in my drafts for a while and I wanted to share it… I hope you like it!

“Okay okay okay,” you muttered to yourself, “You can do it… It’s only the biggest musical on broadway in the history of ever,” you groaned, hiding your face in your hands. Sighing, you worked up the courage to look at yourself once again; your hair was curled, your makeup was on, and you were wearing an outfit was appropriate, but incredibly flattering. At least you hoped it was. And, of course, your camera bag was hanging off your shoulder.

Apparently, another book was being made for Hamilton, the musical; you were asked to photograph some of the pictures for it. You usually did weddings, engagements, graduation parties, that type of stuff… Sure, they’re important, but this was really really important; you’ve been listening to the soundtrack for weeks on end, gradually falling in love with the play and all of the characters in it. Not to mention how many people would be seeing these photos; it could be hundreds… Thousands! You shook your head; stop thinking about it, you have to stop thinking about it, Y/N.

Sighing, you slipped on your Adidas’ and a jacket before heading to the theatre. It wasn’t an incredibly long ride, but with every turn the cab made, your heart began racing even faster; what if the cast is high maintenance? You’ve met more than enough of those in your time; “Only photos from the left, please; no flash, please, I don’t want to be shiny; um, can you take another one, I don’t really like this.” And those were normal people; normal, not famous, people.

“So,” the driver coughed, grabbing your attention, “Is this your stop, or do I have to keep driving you places?”

“Oh,” you shook your head to straighten your thoughts, “No this is me,” you smiled apologetically, handing him your fare and climbing out. “Thank you!” You called before shutting the door and turning to face what was probably the most intimidating venue you’ve yet to work in.

Cautiously, you approached the theatre, slipping inside once showing your photographers hallmark. Inside, a man you’ve never met before guided you to the backstage area where the cast was beginning to get ready for the matinee. There, you seen Lin. You and he saw each other at what seemed to be the precise same moment; you didn’t even have time to think over each and every word you were going to say.

“Hi,” he grinned, “You must be Y/N Y/L/N, the photographer, right?” He asked, offering you his hand; before you even had the chance to reply, he introduced himself, “I’m Lin.”

You took his hand, but in the process your camera bag slipped from your shoulder; struggling to catch it, you awkwardly fumbled it back onto your shoulder, shaking his hand, trying to play it cool. “It’s so nice to meet you,” you grinned, letting go of his hand to secure your bag safely to your body to spare yourself of future embarrassment.

“And you, too,” He replied; even though you knew he said it simply as an act of courtesy, it still made your cheeks heat up, “The cast is just getting ready for the show,” he said, pointing with his thumb to the dressing rooms behind him, “You’re welcome to take as many pictures as you want of the process… And feel free to roam around the place to get all your shots,” he continued, nodding his head, “I can introduce you to the cast, too, I just have to get into costume, first; but I’ve been doing it for months, it only takes me a few minutes, now,” he said, oddly proudly, like a child aiming for praise from their mother for doing the littlest of tasks.

You nodded your head, “That sounds nice,” you said, “I can wait here if you want; I can fix the shutter speed, ISO, F stop… That type of stuff while I wait… I mean,” you shook your head, annoyed with yourself for some reason, “You didn’t need to know that,” you smiled, pitifully, “But… That’s what I’ll be doing,” you continued, biting your lip and shifting your wait from the balls of your feet to the heels, before deciding to take out your camera.

Lin laughed and nodded his head, “I’ll be out in a minute,” he said, turning and jogging to his dressing room.

Sighing to yourself, you shook your head; it’s okay, you can bounce back from that… You’ve done worse, you’ve bounced back… Never in front of Lin-Manuel Miranda, though… Oh, damnit, why couldn’t you just be effortlessly cool for once? Fiddling with your camera, taking test-shots, making corrections, you didn’t even notice somebody approach you.

“Interesting post?” He asked, gaining your attention immediately. He was taller than you, and definitely taller than Lin; he was also incredibly beautiful.

Pulling yourself from your daze, you grinned, shaking your head, “No,” you chuckled, “I was just… Adjusting…” You internally cringed. Letting your camera drop so it hung around your neck, you offered the man your hand, “I’m Y/N,” you said, “I’m here to take pictures of the show this afternoon and tonight,” you explained, “Just so you know that I’m not being creepy if you see me taking pictures of you,” you elucidated. You have never felt such instant regret in your life.

He smirked as he chuckled, taking your hand and shaking it; “Daveed,” he introduced himself, “And don’t worry, I won’t think you’re creepy.”
You bit your bottom lip, partly to stop yourself from word vomiting again, partly because you were incredibly embarrassed.

Luckily for you, it was that exact moment that Lin emerged from his dressing room, approaching you, full-Hamilton. “Ah,” he said, beaming, “You’ve already met Daveed,” he stated, “She’s taking pictures for the new book,” he explained.

Daveed nodded his head, “Yes,” he said, smiling, “And she is *not* being creepy,” he teased, looking down to you with a smirk.

You bit your lip once again, while Lin looked to you in question; “I didn’t know if the cast is aware of my job, and I don’t want them to think I’m weird to be taking pictures of them all throughout the show,” you explained to Lin, shrugging your shoulders.

He nodded his head, grinning, “Understood,” he chuckled, “Also,” he said, this time pointing his attention to Daveed, “You need to get into costume, because you have a horrible track record of missing your cue.”

Daveed clicked his tongue, shooting Lin some finger guns, “Got it,” he said, grinning, “I’ll see you on stage,” he smirked, “I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

You waved as he went to get into his costume, sighing out a breath of relief that you hadn’t even realized you had been holding.

“Come on,” Lin smiled, “Let’s go meet the rest of the cast.”

***

Throughout the first show, you had gotten tons of photos of the cast, both on and off stage; but more importantly, you seriously lucked out with this cast. None of them were high  maintenance, none of them were demanding or difficult and they all seemed, unexpectedly, down to earth. In fact, it was only Daveed who asked to see some of your pictures after you took them; and he never made any disparaging or demanding comments about them! Only grinned and said, ‘good job,’ or, ‘you’re really good at this.’
By the time the evening show was about to begin, you had captured most of the moments you had in mind; the second show was only a matter of filling in the cracks.

The team was having a quick meeting backstage, and you were there, too, taking pictures of it all.

Daveed’s hair was pulled into a ponytail, ready to play Lafayette; when his hair was up, it really emphasized his jawline and impeccably trimmed beard, you noticed. Holding your camera to your eye, you quickly snapped a picture of him, his eyes trained on whatever it was Lin was saying. Upon hearing the click of your camera, he turned to look at you, already beaming. Seeing his smile in the camera, you took another, smirking as you pulled the camera away from your face.

“Daveed,” Lin rolled his eyes, a feeble attempt at gaining his cast-mate’s attention, “Daveed!” He repeated himself, snapping his fingers, “Focus, man; you’ve missed, like, half of your cues during the matinee! What’s with you today?”

Daveed shook his head, “Sorry,” he said, sneaking a glance at you, who was taking a picture of the three Schuyler sisters, who were all chatting and smiling with one another, “I’m just a little distracted, I guess.”

Lin rolled his eyes, “Well get over it,” he mumbled, “She’s here to work; I’m not familiar with photographer protocol, she might get into trouble canoodling with her clients… I’m really not sure; do you want this play to be the reason she loses her job?”

Daveed furrowed his brows and cocked his head to look at Lin; “Good point,” he said, though the way it came out made it sound more like a question than a statement.

Lin looked at you as you moved on from the three women and instead aimed your camera at the two who were already looking at you; upon seeing you turn, they both looked in the opposite direction, turning their heads away from you in a weak attempt to disguise their staring.

You chuckled as you snapped the picture; however, taking their obvious hint of not wanting to be photographed right now, you moved on to your next victim.

***

There was a short time before intermission where Daveed didn’t need to be on stage at all, and during that time, he sat with you backstage while you continued to take pictures.

“You’re a really good photographer,” he commented, resting his chin in the palm of his hands, “How’d you learn?”

“My high school had a program,” you answered, snapping another shot, “And my father had a camera that I always played with when I was little, so I started off pretty young,” you continued, shrugging your shoulders. “It’s actually really easy to do,” you admitted, looking up to Daveed, who was looking at you in admiration, already; quickly you looked back at your camera, “As long as the settings are right, you won’t be able to mess up,” you shrugged, “Wanna try?”

He looked at you, nearly shocked, you would say, but nodded his head nonetheless, “Yeah, sure,” he answered, grinning.

Lifting the camera from around your neck, you handed it to him; however, instead of pointing it to his fellow cast-mates on stage, like you had expected, he directed the lens to you.

You felt your cheeks heat up instantly, without consent and without agreement; you found it in you to smile, nevertheless. Once you heard it click, Daveed looked at his picture, and grinned immediately. “Beautiful,” he smiled, tilting the camera so you could see. Despite your blushing face and awkward smile, it wasn’t the worst photo ever taken of you…

You smiled at him; “See?” You asked, taking the camera he was offering, “It’s not hard at all.”

Daveed grinned and nodded his head, “I’d be useless at trying to figure out what all of these buttons do, though,” he said softly, pointing to the multitude of buttons and knobs on the device.

Before you could answer, though, Lin was waving Daveed towards him, aggressively; quickly, you took a picture.

“Diggs,” he whisper-yelled, “If you miss this cue, I swear-“

Daveed stood up instantly, shooting you an apologetic smile, “I’ll see you later,” he grinned, dopily, as he jogged off to his spot, ready to enter the stage.

You shook your head, laughing quietly, “You betcha,” you mumbled. You watched for a moment while the two men conversed; well, Lin seemed to be preaching, while Daveed was smirking and shrugging his shoulders.

“Save it until her job is done, Daveed,” Lin whispered, not wanting anybody to overhear, though the others had no trouble noticing the obnoxiously large amount of stolen glances and miniature conversations shared between you two. “Do you want her getting into trouble?” He asked, his eyebrows raised.

Daveed rolled his eyes, “We’re not children, Lin,” he reminded his friend, “I think we’ll be fine.”

Of course, Lin wanted to retort, but he never got the opportunity on account of Daveed, finally, hitting this cue perfectly.

Backstage, you had the perfect view of the men and women performing Yorktown; this had always been one of your favourite songs, but nothing could beat seeing it live…

“He’s cute, huh?” Pippa asked, giddily, from beside you.

Jumping only slightly, you let the camera fall around your neck; you looked at her in question, “Who?” You asked, your face already heating up.

“Daveed,” he said, nudging her elbow into yours, softly, “He’s been stuck on you all day!”

You shook your head, gently, “I don’t know,” you said, breathlessly, “I think he’s just being nice,” you muttered, picking your camera back up, but only to fiddle with it.

Pippa smiled, “He thinks your beautiful,” she stated, factually, “And adorable,” she continued.

Your cheeks were now burning with your blush; thinking quickly, you placed the camera against your face, as if you were about to take a picture. Realizing that you didn’t have anything to take a picture of, at this angle, you let it back down, defeated. “Did he tell you that?” You asked, quirking a brow.

She shook her head, “No; but I could tell. Well, everybody can, actually. He hasn’t stopped looking at you all day-that sounds creepy,” she said, furrowing her brows, “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You laughed and shook your head, “No,” you grinned, “I didn’t take it like that, you’re okay,” you chuckled.

“Okay, good,” she said, letting out a breath of relief, “He would kill me.”

You smiled and shook your head, “It’s okay,” you repeated your cheeks flushing, “I think he’s adorable, too.”

***

The final song was beginning, so you quickly made your way to the front of the stage, so you could get a few good photos of the bow. You had been able to avoid Daveed during the past few times he didn’t need to be on stage, purely out of embarrassment. What would you say? You couldn’t say anything!

To distract yourself, you took probably twice the normal amount of photographs needed. Despite this, you only took a few of Daveed.

Then, when they were about to bow, you were able to snap more than enough shots of the cast. When the lens was pointed in Daveed’s general direction, he smirked, directly at you. Quickly, you took the picture and shook your head; when you seen him smile brighter, you knew that he had seen you.

After they all exited the stage, you hurried back to find Lin. He was chatting with a few people that you hadn’t met before. You approached them, cautiously. “Hi,” you said quietly, just loud enough for their conversation to cease.

“Hey,” Lin beamed, “How’d it go?” He asked, genuinely interested in knowing.

You nodded you head, enthusiastically, “It went really well,” you grinned, “I think you’ll like them. I can edit them and everything then send them to you to look through within a month,” you said, confidently.

“Perfect!” Lin exclaimed, his usual youthful personality shining through, making you smile brightly. “And thank you, so much, for doing this,” he grinned, “I’m really excited to see them all.”

“And I’m excited to show you,” you grinned, nodding your head.

Lin said a quick ‘goodbye’ to the people he was talking with before you arrived, and lead you off to the side of the room, where very few people were. “And, Y/N?” He asked dubiously, cocking his head to the side, like a puppy would.

“Yeah?” You asked, borderline afraid.

He looked around the room before leaving his eyes on yours, “Daveed asked me to tell you that he’d like to talk to you before you head out,” he said, biting his bottom lip.

You cocked your head, “Is everything okay?” You asked, mindlessly fiddling with your camera lens.

He nodded his head, grinning, “Oh yeah,” he said, “Everything’s okay, he just, you know… Wants to see you, is all.”

“Oh,” you smiled, “Okay; do you know where he is?” You asked, looking around the room to try to spot him.

Lin nodded his head, pointing discreetly to a little cluster of people talking in the corner; you were able to see Daveed easily, as he stood a foot taller than everyone in his little group. “Over there,” he shrugged, offering you his hand.

You took it, grinning, “It was lovely to meet you, Lin,” you said, shaking his hand.

He smiled brightly, “I hope I can see you around, Y/N,” he grinned. You waved goodbye to him, softly, as you headed over to Daveed.

“Hi,” you said, shyly as you approached the little group. Upon seeing you, Daveed smiled.

“I’ll catch up with you guys later,” he said, leading you away from the small cluster and a good few feet away. “Hey,” he smiled, “I was meaning to talk to you.”

“Yeah,” you nodded your head, “Lin told me…”

He smirked, “I was just wondering,” he began, digging his hands in his pockets, “If you’d like to go out with me; on a date, I mean,” he said, not quite nervously, but nearly.

You smiled and nodded your head, softly, “I’d love to,” you grinned at him for a moment before shaking your head and fumbling to pull out your phone from your camera bag. You handed it to him after a moment of grappling; “I can text you if you want,” you said, feebly.

Thankfully, Daveed took the phone and quickly typed his phone number in before handing it back, “I’d like that,” he grinned, “I’ll see you soon?”

“You will.”

I’ve been thinking about this for hours, so I decided to bother you all with it now so that I’m not alone in my suffering:

If Hisashi should come back, then I want him to become friends with Toshinori.

Now, don’t get me wrong here. This will be awkward for everyone involved. Hisashi will come back, looking forward to seeing his wife and his son – only to realize that he has missed so much. Inko and Izuku have changed a lot. Inko is still the kind, sweet woman he loves, yes, but she has seen many years of being alone with Izuku. Things between husband and wife have changed a lot.

And Izuku? Izuku has changed even more. Gone is the little boy, shy yet easily excitable. Suddenly, there is a teenager who has seen hardships, a young hero with a quirk – where did that come from anyway? – who is still a bit shy, still a bit awkward, but who is so, so strong.

And then there is Toshinori – no All Might himself.

Hisashi would have to be blind to not see how much Izuku adores the former hero. Whatever happens, Toshinori is the first person Izuku turns towards to look for advice or approval. Toshinori is the one Izuku turns to with a grin when he did something right. Toshinori is the one who gets looks full of adoration and warmth, who gets bubbling laughter and childish pouts and everything in between.

Toshinori, and not Hisashi. Because Izuku doesn’t very well remember his father – too long gone he had been. Too far away.

Toshinori, on the other hand, feels just as awkward as Hisashi. After all, he is not part of this family – at least that’s what he thinks. He’s never husband nor father nor is the Midoriya-family any of his business, really. And on top of all that, he had been the one to make Izuku into a hero, to endanger that boy, and Hisashi as Izuku’s father has every right to be angry at Toshinori, in his opinion.

Both men struggle with finding their place in all of this – finding out how to be close to Izuku without taking him away from the other.

And through all that struggling and carefully maneuvering around each other while still acting normal around Izuku, both Hisashi and Toshinori realize that they do have more in common than they first thought.

For example - they both love Izuku, and only want the best for the boy.

Perhaps Hisashi should have been there more for his son, support his dream more. Perhaps Toshinori shouldn’t have made a mere teenager his successor and endanger him. But what’s done is done, and all they can do now is to support Izuku to the best of their abilities.

And that’s what they do.

It takes time, and long talks, but finally, they both come to the conclusion that neither of them is an intruder. That this family and especially Izuku’s heart is big enough for the both of them. There is no need for rivalry, not at all.

Bonus: Much like his wife and his son, Hisashi is a caring person. He quickly takes note of the fact that Toshinori is in a bad state when it comes to his health and that the former hero doesn’t really take care of himself like he should. So it doesn’t take too long until Hisashi starts ordering Toshinori around (“Would you sit down already, I got this, go rest!”) and makes sure that Toshinori never overworks himself if he can help it. Izuku happily aids him with that, and Inko joins in quickly enough.

Toshinori jokingly comments that the Midoriya-family has him completely under control.

There also is a family picture with all of them in it – Izuku, Inko, Hisashi and Toshinori. It gets a special place, somewhere for everyone to see.

Really proud of how this work from the Critical Role opening turned out~
I haven’t done CR stuff in ages because I’ve been iffy about having my projects compared to the amazing art presented in the Geek and Sundry livestreams.
Love the series and so salty it ended on a cliffhanger like that for this year, so unfortunately now I have to sit and wait eagerly for the holiday season to pass so it can start up again! >w<

I’ve been a little tired in general, but I’m doing okay, which I’m glad about. I’m thankful that I have a day off before working Christmas Eve but bwaaaah I’m such a hopeless romantic, I can’t help but think all the festive couples I see are so cute~ part of me kind of wants to go on cute dates, but I know I’m too awkward lololol so maybe nah? X’DDD

I have to catch up with some of the Yogscast Christmas livestreams, I only watched Dadcity with Sips and Turps which I absolutely loved. I haven’t seen any other content to my taste though, so I’ll have to double-check in case I missed something amazing.

Enough endless talking, I’m finally doooooone this and now I need to lie down~! <3

~ Nonby

Pukwudgie Slytherin aesthetic

Cold nights and warm blankets, stormy evenings, keeping cool in the heat, cold showers after a hot day, warm tea, wanting to start an herb garden, glass jars, sweet coffee, brown boots, sunsets, thigh high socks and knitted cardigans, old casette tapes, falling asleep on the car ride home, worn out books with dog earred pages, telling friends to put themselves first, saying it’s okay to be selfish, learning new words, fake smiles and polite conversation, worried glances, connecting freckles to form constellations on skin, warm eyes, nervous laughs, fidgeting hands, loud thunder, cats lazing in the sun, a fireplace used for smores, harsh words and awkward apologies, running away from home to find a new one, trusting few but being respectful to all, dancing under the sun on the walk home when no one is looking, owing nothing to no one because kindness should always be free, knitted blankets, making plans for the future, keeping kids from crying, telling someone the answer when the teacher calls on them, messy desks, always having an extra pencil, modern twists on fairy tales, setting fire to a forest to make way for new growth, a practical heart, big dreams, something more, this is good enough for now but not forever