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Someone else on tumblr pointed out that PASSENGERS might have been a more meaningful movie if it was about just THE ONE person dealing with being alone on the ship for the rest of their life.  And if, to cope, they go through and make it a point to learn everything they can about all of the other people on the ship.

And I just keep thinking about this idea.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry if this seems random, but I'm just starting to get into Kiribaku, and I'm trying to understand the ship. I can see Kirishima caring about and supporting Bakugou, but is that really reciprocated like it needs to be for there to really be a relationship? Like, Bakugou seems to tolerate Kirishima's presence more than anything, not really enjoying it. What are your thoughts on this?

it depends, in large part, to how much you read into bakugou’s reactions to various situations and people. it’s taken as given that bakugou has never had real peers before entering ua (midoriya and their changing circumstances in relation to one another notwithstanding). so while we’ve seen bakugou with his cronies in the earlier chapters and flashbacks (the kid with the wings, the kid with the extendable fingers), ua is really the first opportunity he has to meet people he is able to recognize as equals. he has various responses to those people, initially— he feels inadequate compared to todoroki, he’s threatened by midoriya’s very existence, he responds with hostility to kaminari’s teasing and asui’s assessments. his default mode is to disregard others, or to respond to them with derision and anger. but this is just an initial matter. over time, his relationships with every single one of his classmates has changed considerably— not just in how he treats them, but in how they see him in turn. and i think that progression is exemplified by his relationship with kirishima.

to break things down a little more—

  • bakugou and kirishima end up together when the class is split up at usj. kirishima explicitly reaches an epiphany about bakugou here— he looks beneath the surface, and reads bakugou’s lack of concern for his classmates as confidence in their abilities. from there, he decides that he’s willing to go along with bakugou’s plan. and i think this is also where kirishima learns to read bakugou, or at least learns that how bakugou comes across and what’s actually motivating him might be quite different. this is important, because throughout the series kirishima is able to sympathize with or understand bakugou at points where other people don’t really bother to try.
  • during the sports festival, bakugou agrees to build a team with kirishima. this is pretty pivotal, because up until this point we’ve only ever seen bakugou react viscerally and negatively to the idea of help. of course, according to the rules of the game, he had to form a team. but kirishima is someone he knows, and who’s quirk he probably actually remembers. after usj, kirishima at least registers on bakugou’s radar. this might seem like the bare minimum of human decency, but remember that bakugou was surrounded by classmates whose names he barely knew. he knows kirishima’s name and respects his strength— a pretty pivotal distinction, coming from bakugou.
  • it’s made clear in the tournament portion of the sports festival that bakugou shows respect to others by giving his all when he faces them in battle. this is his side of his battle with uraraka, and why he reacts so violently when todoroki doesn’t use his full power against him. bakugou offers this same level of respect to kirishima, facing him with everything he has and developing a strategy unique to defeating him. so at this point, bakugou at the very least respect kirishima.
  • in between the sports festival and the training camp arc, there are a bunch of little moments that show bakugou and kirishima have kept up contact. kirishima invites bakugou along on class outings (even if bakugou doesn’t agree to go), and kirishima asks bakugou to tutor him, and deliberately asks in a way he knows bakugou won’t say no to.
  • this whole time, bakugou is simultaneously softening towards his classmates and building up a lot of resentment about himself and his own perceived lack of growth. he’s more natural when his classmates tease him, he and todoroki have a more amiable relationship, etc. but he’s festering with resentment and doubt this entire time, and i think that’s pivotal to reading his character.
  • during the training camp arc, kirisihima freaks out when he realizes bakugou is the villains’ target. he’d probably be similarly affronted if any of his other friends were threatened, given his backstory, but bakugou does seem to be someone particularly important to him. he takes his inability to protect bakugou as an indictment of his own character, to the point where he works with todoroki to engineer an illegal rescue operation.
  • the hideout raid/kamino ward arc is probably the defining bakushima moment in canon, up to this point, but it’s also the part of canon that best addresses your question. what does bakugou think of kirishima? he sees kirishima as an equal. as far as we know, he hasn’t given that distinction to anyone else, ever. midoriya knows bakugou won’t respond to him as an equal, and also dismisses putting yaoyorozu or iida in that role. he also doesn’t ask it of todoroki, who ostensibly has a good relationship with bakugou at this point. kirishima is explicitly called out, by the most observant character in the series (and also the character who has observed bakugou for his entire life), as the one person who has built an equal relationship with bakugou. a relationship that allows for challenges and teasing, but also camaraderie and mutual respect. this is like, pivotally important. we do not have on-the-page evidence of bakugou giving that level of respect and care to anyone else.
  • bakugou takes kirishima’s hand, and that’s a turning point in an arc that could have turned out very differently otherwise.
  • during the license exam arc, kirishima chases after bakugou (along with kaminari), and they both look specifically happy to be fighting side by side. their teamwork is old hat, by this point. they’re comfortable around each other and work well together, in various combinations of larger teams. this arc may have been the last time we’ve seen bakugou smile that triumphantly? and it’s with kirishima by his side, for what that’s worth. kirishima, kaminari and bakugou are all friends by this point, even if bakugou still isn’t particularly effusive. 
  • and then, during the internship arc, which is specifically kirishima-focused, we see kirishima airing his own insecurities to a group of the 1a boys. (and bakugou is casually and comfortably among them! they’re in a dorm, if he was just tolerating their presence in class he could go up to his room and avoid spending any more time with them. but he doesn’t.) when kirishima voices these insecurities, bakugou gets angry not at him, but on his behalf. he tells kirishima how he views kirishima’s specific strength, and again expresses how much he respects kirishima. this is a big deal for bakugou, who has only ever reacted to others’ strength with challenge or insecurity, before. he admires kirishima’s strength without being threatened by it— not because kirishima isn’t strong enough to be a threat, but because their relationship has so many other layers and a level of comfort, at this point.

anyway, there’s probably a lot i’m forgetting, here. but the takeaway is that bakugou and kirishima’s relationship as equals and friends has been very deliberately built up and carefully tracked throughout the series. they both have important relationships outside of each other, but it’s clear that their development hinges on each other in many ways, too. bakugou has expressed care and concern over kirishima in ways he hasn’t for basically anyone else (other than all might). he cares about how kirishima views himself, because he has deigned to see kirishima as an equal. and that’s pretty significant.

because bakugou doesn’t respond typically to people, it can be hard to read his reactions for what they are. but the series is deliberate and careful about how bakugou categorizes people and what they mean to him. his own emotional language is consistent, if not particularly typical. so through that lense, kirishima’s importance to him is stated pretty clearly. even if he doesn’t show affection or care in the same way as other people, he still expresses those emotions. and kirishima has been set up as a character who knows how read bakugou’s reactions and expressions of emotion. 

it’s easy enough, from there, to bridge the gaps and see bakugou’s feelings however you wish. but he definitely doesn’t just tolerate kirishima. it’s a relationship meant to specifically illustrate how differently bakugou is able to see and treat people now that he’s changed as much as he has.

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Here it is at last! The Gates of Moria, completely finished.

Most of this is stem stitch, with split stitch for the details in the middle and tiny backstitch for the writing. It took about 25 hours (in between a lot of procrastinating and several other projects). A not-insignificant amount of that time was spent pulling out stitches and redoing them until I was happy with the way a line looked. Of course, I still look at this and see things that could be improved, but I’m happy with it as it is.

I was originally planning to frame this in a slightly smaller hoop and just leave out the very bottom, but that hoop was too small and would’ve cut off too much. Of course, that meant I had a bit more work to do than I originally thought

I left out the English translation at the bottom because I don’t think it’d look that good, and anyway I’ve had more than enough writing to do on this piece already. I promise I’m not going to complain about that anymore, I did enough of that in previous posts.

This is the companion to my White Tree and One Ring hoops, though I’ve done other Middle Earth pieces as well. I, uh, really like Tolkien, you guys.

hello i want to point out a funny thing in separation arc

so in these panels

i’ve seen it translated as this:

they did a p damn good job, but missed one thing by simplifying what reigen says in the panel where he looks all distraught and dramatic with his hand on his face.

what he says in there, if translated more literally, is…

ohhh the gall! they DARE to smear ME with this bullshit setup, this handsome, gentle me who is letting everyone and anyone rely on himself!" “SHIT…”

but the next second in the next panel he has righted himself and looks calm, and says:

"but even saying that, no matter how much gossip management i do, if i’m doing it alone it’s just wasted effort.”

and yes, the “but even saying that” lampshades what he just said as something ridiculous. so basically the feeling is…

“they DARE insinuate that? at this gorgeous face!? lol but seriously tho i might be as well yelling shit like that, nothing is working.”

makes you think about reigen’s self-awareness and sense of self-worth and confidence, doesn’t it.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Do you have any headcanons for Marvin and Whizzer at the hospital? (b/c tears) Love your blog and your HC's by the way!!! You're so creative and detailed and I love you and the Falsettos characters so much! <3 <3 <3 Thanks!!!!!!!

i hope you like these!! i also love to upset myself. tysm for the compliments! my hcs are mediocre but i’m glad you enjoy them!!<33

this took so long. i was trying to remain sensitive to the situation and hope that it’s accurate. i had to google the symptoms of AIDs and how to play chess so it’s all here, folks.
it’s so weird to go from silly, lighthearted hcs to crushing ones.

  • we all know that whizzer is stubborn as hell. he would straight up refuse help when he’s first hospitalized. he’s barely mobile but too proud to admit his body is deteriorating quickly.
  • the amount of help he requires just doing things like walking a few metres frustrates him to no end. he starts getting really angry, telling marvin & charlotte to shove off and leave him alone. 
  • he’s convinced that if he tries hard enough he’ll be able to make himself better or at least act like it. 
  • he gets so upset with himself and his body’s inability that he actually breaks down crying at one point– multiples times lbr. 
  • he collapses and is sat on the floor on his knees, gripping his hospital gown and wiping furiously at his tear-streaked face. marvin goes to help him up but decides to crouch beside him for a bit, rubbing whizzer’s arms and holding back his own tears.
  • marvin is constantly in a state of faux optimism that whizzer can see right through. whizzer also holds a calm, lighthearted expression when he can as he tries to worry his friends and family as little as possible. left alone they watch each other and know that it’s not alright anymore.
  • they drop their brave faces and just hold each other most nights. their tight knit family leaves the room and they lay silently together. if tears are shed, neither of them say anything.
  • on nights where the silence and sobs are too painful they reminisce over things they did together in the past (although they usually avoid mentioning racquetball or chess). they’ll lie on their backs, hands intertwined, recounting all the dumb places they messed around and tease each other.
  • these nights are spent cuddling and talking until whizzer succumbs to fatigue despite doing nothing that day. marvin has to face the inevitability of the situation alone late into the night and early hours. he’s graced with insomnia and anxiety throughout whizzer’s illness.
  • there comes a point where whizzer refuses to look in a mirror and laments his good looks. his cheeks become more sunken and his weight loss is so blatant, it’s unsettling.
  • whizzer: remember when my hair line was my only flaw
    marvin, holding him and whispering into his hair: it still is
    whizzer, lightheartedly: don’t be a sap, marv
  • whizzer is soon suffering the mental effects of his diagnosis. he’s suddenly overtaken by constant anxiety and depressive thoughts. marvin comforts him however he can, understanding how it must feel for him. 
  • along with these, whizzer’s memory is taking a serious toll. he tries to play chess with jason but completely loses his train of thought. 
  • jason: you can’t move that way
    whizzer, half asleep: huh…?
    jason: the knight. you can’t move diagonally; it’s against the rules.
  • marvin notices the distress and confusion on whizzer’s face and quickly comes to his rescue, challenging jason to a game.
  • he’s left confused a lot  he loses grasp of dates – but this could be due to his refusal to count down his days while marvin anxiously keeps track of it, trying to be with whizzer for every single one of his final hours, minutes, seconds.
  • whizzer sometimes finds him overbearing but marvin knows when to back off and allow whizzer the space despite his reluctance to leave him alone.
  • whizzer prefers to be in company most of the time during his treatment. when alone he’s left to his thoughts of death and what he’ll leave behind. no matter how many times he wills himself to believe it’s just his time. 
  • he’s frustrated, enraged that if there is a god, why he would do this to him? he knows he is not an infallible being but he at least deserves an explanation. he doesn’t deserve to be left to suffer this nameless disease that only provides him with pitiful (or disgusted) looks and half-hearted apologies.
  • along with the mental collapse, he suffers from persistent nausea as his immune system struggles to fight back any other infections he catches. he can’t even look at food without imagining it coming back up. if the illness doesn’t kill him then malnutrition is the next contender.
  • when he and marvin lay together, marvin can’t help but notice how he’s being poked by exposed ribs.
  • marvin will hold whizzer and notice how whizzer is somehow extremely hot yet shivering. marvin attempts to nurse him through his more feverish days and whizzer has to remind him that they’re in a hospital and marvin isn’t a doctor. 
  • he won’t admit it but he prefers marvin’s care no matter how useless he is at it. most doctors are cold, dismissive. charlotte isn’t able to hang around 24/7 so a familiar face is welcomed.
  • whizzer outright refuses to allow himself to be babied and makes distasteful jokes at his own expense in hopes of lightening the mood – it doesn’t really work despite his best efforts.
  • marvin does laugh to some of his morbid joking, to mendel and trina’s shock and distaste. whizzer is pleased with himself, not having seen marvin laugh in so long. it’s not as bright as he usually laughs but it’s something and whizzer finds himself laughing too. marvin holds his gaze fondly and if he’s tearing up no one mentions it.
  • they soon have to face the inevitability of the illness and how it’s going to affect marvin. there’s a wordless exchange between marvin and whizzer after they’ve both been informed of marvin’s likely future. they hold each other a little tighter that night.
  • they have a full discussion later on. whizzer won’t stop apologising and marvin won’t stop asking him not to. 
  • marvin is all too aware of his fate. this isn’t whizzer’s fault, he knows that much for sure but he’s infuriated. why was there no public information? he’d become a victim to rumours and sourceless hearsay. he and whizzer and countless others.
  • the days go by quickly, some better than others but whizzer’s clearly getting worse. each night he seems a little colder (physically and emotionally), he holds marvin hand a little less tight, his conversation is a little more sparse.
  • when whizzer’s time finally comes and he’s lost behind that hospital curtain, marvin is empty. he’s never quite understood how someone could feel empty, completely devoid of any emotion, but here he is.
  • marvin and jason have much the same reaction. frozen. stiff and frozen in place. trina just wishes that this time jason wasn’t so much like marvin. she’d always been loud, emotional. couldn’t jason cry for once? then trina could hold him and comfort him and whisper how it’s going to be alright regardless of her own uncertainty.
  • on that final day, after mendel and trina have collected the bar mitzvah things and quickly ushered jason out, marvin feels powerless. 
  • cordelia is leant against the wall covering her face and holding back her own tears. 
  • before he leaves, whizzer offers him one last genuine (yet teary) smile with his hand over marvin’s. his tight squeeze slowly loosens and marvin leaves a final kiss on his cheek as he strokes the back of his hand.
  • marvin is there when the final light leaves whizzer’s eyes. marvin is there when charlotte slowly covers whizzer’s body with a sheet. he forces himself to look away knowing that whizzer isn’t there anymore. not really. he’s there as charlotte comforts cordelia and he can’t help but feel a sudden spark of envy. 
  • he clenches his fists and puts on a brave face. he figures that’s what whizzer would want. he couldn’t be more wrong and subconsciously he knows that.
  • his facade finally collapses when he sees jason place that king chess piece on whizzer’s grave. he inwardly snorts, even in death whizzer wins.
  • jason sees his father’s tears and trina is startled when jason lets out his own pitiful sobs. 
  • the entire tight knit family is left to mourn and to wonder if everything will ever be alright again. mendel, forever a skeptic, offhandedly mentions that whizzer would be watching them where he is right now. the uncharacteristic comment is a welcome comfort as their now-family-of-6 holds each other. 
  • the belief that everything could be alright lingers.

so yeah… hmu to sob over falsettos.

The Houses as Space Things

Hufflepuff: 

The vast expanses of darkness where nothing seems to exist. Silence. There’s no sound in space, so everything is quiet. Vast. Empty. It’s a terrifying thing. A calming one. That expanse is opportunity, is hopeful, is promising. It’s gentle. Quiet, empty, infinite…maybe. It’s a place for fear, and contemplation, and wondering. A place for pausing, for thinking, and travel, and doubt. A place for the in-betweens, the moments where there is nothing significant, and yet everything is breathtaking. So large, so powerful, so undefined…and yet when we wonder over space, it’s one of the last things we ever care to think about.

Ravenclaw: 

Miles upon miles of stars. Each with their own stories, each labeled by us as we look into the sky and point at them. The constellations shift with perspective, just as everything always does. At a point, the stars are no longer familiar. Unnamed. New. Brimming with potential. Perhaps we’ll learn them some day. Perhaps we’ll tell new stories. Stars are burning things, are deadly, and yet we hold them close: for beauty, for sharing, for stories. Because of the stars, we wish to explore. We tilt our heads back and yearn, yearn, yearn. How easy to forget that we are down here, and they are light-years away in all of their burning brilliance.

Gryffindor: 

Galaxies and the potential for exploration. The names that we come up with for the things we have already seen and the others that we wish to discover. We dream of spaceships and other life. Of galactic battles, and new homes, and communication. There are dangers, they come with the prospect of space. Death. Failure. Loneliness. But we push. We build, and we dream, and we tell each other about what we will discover. The books, the movies, the theories, they pile up as though we already know, as if we were already there. Far away is an unknown, and we strive for it, reach for it. “What’s out there?” we ask each other. We wonder if we’ll ever know, and yet we continue to dream about what the universe holds.

Slytherin: 

The planets that are nothing like our own. They might be round, with dirt, and moons, and atmosphere, but they are not Earth. No. They are not Earth. Some might be red while others lack water. Ringed, cold, burning, gaseous, tiny. They are not Earth. We name them, it’s what we do, it’s how we pretend to know them, but they are not Earth, will never be Earth. And yet, despite this, we love them. We love the possibility, the challenge, the risk. We love to strive for something that is not possible, not yet. For “Not Earth,” but maybe still ours, in its own way. Maybe one day we won’t be here, but out there, on a yellow planet with different creatures and weather we can’t imagine. The possibilities are endless as we look to the other planets. Not Earth. It’s the possibilities, the differences, that make us strive to one day set foot upon their surfaces.

Nonlexic & Semilexic

It recently came to my attention that there was a gap in the language we had to talk about our experiences in the autistic community. We have nonverbal and semiverbal to discuss our ability to speak with our mouth parts, but not our use of language itself.

So I created a few possible options, and sent out a poll, so that we could coin a new pair of terms to allow us to discuss our experiences. An overwhelming majority (73.3%) of responses liked nonlexic and semilexic. So, to help us discuss our experiences, I give to you:

Lexic: Root Origin - Greek; Definition- of or related to words, speech, and language.

Nonlexic - The total loss of ability to comprehend, process, and produce language.

Semilexic - The partial loss of ability to comprehend, process, and produce language.

better late than never ❣ scott mccall

summary : action has been rather slow in good ol’ beacon hills lately, so the mccall pack takes it upon themselves to stir up some excitement with a lovely albeit somewhat childish game of truth or dare. ( based off this )

word count : 2.2k ( way longer than usual oh my god )

   Lydia Martin was on a mission. A mission, that is, to not only drum up some fun in the town that’s behavior was, strangely enough, completely mundane for once, but to do so by getting two of her best friends together. As a couple, of course. Y/N Y/L/N and Scott McCall were ridiculously perfect for each other in every conceivable way. They were practically together already, but neither of them wanted to be the first to say that they were in love. Scott’s had two relationships end in flames already, and Y/N’s last boyfriend was in freshman year and had ended so awfully she had sworn off men for the rest of her life and vowed to become a nun when the time was right. 

    Of course, then she met Scott, and everything changed. Who wants to be a nun when you can be with Scott McCall? 

   But the fact that Y/N and Scott hadn’t admitted their feelings to each other yet irked Lydia to no end. She heard Scott absolutely gushing about the other girl to Stiles and Liam on a daily basis, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips when she walked past him with a shy smile on her face when she waved. He’d turn to his friends right after she was out of earshot, his face flushed with happiness from a gesture as simple as a smile and wave, and say, “Oh God, isn’t she just… like, wow?” And then he’d shake his head with that same wistful grin, thinking about all the ways he’d show his affection toward her if only he could work up the courage to tell her. 

    Of course, everyone had tried to get him to do so already. “You’ve defeated like, eighty million villains, Scotty, and you can’t tell one harmless girl that you’re in love with her? She’s not even scary. She’s adorable.” To which Scott would reply, “She is, isn’t she?” And move along with his day. 

    The girls had tried to convince Y/N to tell Scott about her feelings once they realized Scott himself wasn’t going to budge. “Aw, guys, I just can’t. He’s so Scott. He’s so cute and he’s sweet and he’s funny and I don’t wanna fuck it up like I know I will so I’ll just love him from afar and be happy with it.” This comment earned a copious amount of groans and complaints that Y/N tuned out by daydreaming about what would happen if she was actually able to work up enough courage to tell Scott that she kind of, sort of, pretty much loved him. That was all they were though, simple daydreams. Until Lydia set her well thought out, expertly crafted, born from the mind of a genius -direct quote from Lydia- plan in motion. 

   It was a simple plan, really. She had issued out a mass text to everyone, including Y/N and Scott, that she was having a mandatory pack sleepover (she had previously called it a slumber party but Stiles and Liam had been adamantly against the usage of the term because they were convinced that they were too manly to use such words) and everyone was invited because as per usual, her mother wouldn’t be around this weekend. Then, she began a separate text thread with everyone excluding Scott and Y/N, explaining the rest of the plan to the pack to ensure that no one would mess it up. 

   The night of the sleepover, Y/N and Scott showed up at the exact same time. She was struggling to pick up her duffle bag that was clearly overpacked and carry it up Lydia’s extensive front staircase. Scott, being both smitten with the girl and a gentleman regardless, jogged quickly over to her. 

   “Hi,” he said, a sweet smile passing over his face as he took the bag from her arms. “Let me get that for ya. How are you, Y/N?” Most of the time, when someone asks such a question, they aren’t looking for a genuine answer. They don’t really care how you are, or what you say in response to their query. When she looked at Scott, however, she could tell that he genuinely wanted to know and cared about how she was doing. 

    “I’m good, Scotty,” She replied cheerfully, returning the smile. “And how is my favorite true alpha doing on this lovely night?” With a slight roll of his eyes, not out of annoyance, Scott said, “I’m the only true alpha that we know of.” 

    She shrugged, poking him in the side. “But you’d be my favorite even if I knew, like, ten true alphas.” Surprised at herself for even saying something she considered as bold as that, she slipped back into her introverted shell and fell silent once again. Sensing that Y/N no longer wanted to talk to him and trying not to appear as disappointed as he felt, Scott quietly walked into the house, Y/N trailing behind, with her bag still slung over his shoulder. He placed it on the ground next to the others’, and she thanked him in a soft, almost inaudible voice. Then, she hurried off to find the girls. 

   Scott ran a hand through his hair, unsure of what to think. He went into the kitchen, greeted by Stiles and Liam. “So,” Stiles said the moment Scott made his entrance, “I saw you and our dear Y/N come in together,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Have you finally grown a pair and admitted your stupidly adorable crush to her, or did you back out yet again?” 

   Not bothering to argue, Scott shook his head. “I’m not even sure if she likes me, man. I mean, I think she does, everyone says she does, but the way she acts doesn’t make it seem like she does, you know?” 

   Stiles glanced up to the ceiling with a deep groan, looking to Liam. “They never learn, do they? Scott, even baby wolf over here understands girls better than you do sometimes.” Before Liam could defend himself, Stiles placed a hand over his mouth. “Not now. Adults talking. Anyway, Y/N’s insanely shy, Scotty. You should get this by now. She’s never gonna tell you first because of the anxiety thing she’s got going on. You make her nervous. She likes you, and trust me, you’ll be together before the night is over, all right?” 

   Confused for the second time that night, Scott asked, “What? How do you know that?” Opting not to answer, the other two boys simply patted Scott on the shoulder with supportive grins and made their way to the living room. He followed them into the room, brows furrowed. He tried to sit next to Stiles on the couch, but his best friend practically shoved Scott across the living room to the other couch, where no one was sitting. The entire pack, save for Y/N and Lydia, were situated around one couch. The other two girls were up in Lydia’s room. 

    “Lydiaaaa,” Y/N was whining. “You totally did this on purpose. You’re trying to set Scott and I up and it’s weird, Lydia. You’re gonna freak him out and he’s gonna hate me.” 

    With a scoff, Lydia pushed past Y/N, forcing her to follow. “Puh-lease. Scott could never hate you even if he tried, even if you were his worst enemy in the world. He’s head over heels in love with you. And I’m not trying to set you guys up,” she added as an innocent afterthought. “You guys are soulmates, so everything will work itself out regardless of whether or not I extend a little bit of a helping hand.” 

    Rushing after the strawberry blonde, Y/N asked, “But… doesn’t that mean you are trying to set us up?” She received no reply as she marched into the living room after Lydia, noting with annoyance that of course the only seat available was squished next to Scott on the tiny love seat across from everyone else. Hesitantly, Y/N sat down beside him, aware that her heartbeat was terribly loud and that every were-thing in the room could hear it as well. 

   And boy- did he hear it. Her heartbeat was practically deafening with her being so close to him, and her scent betrayed all other emotion. She was terribly nervous. Scott, not wanting to embarrass her or bring it up in front of everyone else, subtly moved his hand over hers so that their fingers were interlocked, and he squeezed lightly. Alarmed but pleased all the same, she reached over and grasped his hand for a split second. She smiled shyly down at her lap, knowing he was looking at her but too afraid to look back. 

    Clearing her throat, Lydia stood up. “Hm, I’m not really feeling a movie right now, what about you guys?” As if reading from some sort of script, the members of the pack that were situated on the other side of the room shook their heads in unison. 

    “Maybe later,” Stiles suggested. 

    “We could always do something else,” Malia agreed quickly, trying to casually glance at Lydia to make sure what she said had been correct. Lydia gave a not so subtle nod of her head before switching topics. “How about we play truth or dare? It’s classic,” she said, glaring at Y/N before she could protest, which Lydia knew she was bound to do. 

     “Aw, Lyds, we’re not in seventh grade anymore,” Y/N said defiantly. 

     Scott, eager to make Y/N like him even more, agreed quickly. “Yeah, I mean, it’s just a little childish.” 

     “Whatever,” Lydia dismissed. “It’s four against two, and majority rules. And Y/N,” Lydia began, with a devilish grin on her face, “since you were so eager to disagree, you can go first. Truth or dare, best friend of mine?” 

    Y/N bit her lip, mulling it over in her head. See, if she picked truth, she knew Lydia would force her to tell Scott about her not so casual crush on him. But Y/N always picked truth. It was her thing. She preferred the safe choice. This time, truth was the risky choice. She couldn’t figure out what Lydia would do if she picked dare, so before the time was up, Y/N said, with a slight confidence boost from the encouraging nod Scott gave her just then, “I’ll go with dare.” 

    “Oh, perfect.” Lydia turned toward Stiles, whispering something in his ear. Stiles let out a laugh, grinning like a maniac. “Y/N, don’t hate me but… we dare you to kiss Scott.” Feeling like she was in seventh grade again and being dared to kiss her crush at the time, an unwitting and painfully shy Isaac Lahey, Y/N felt her face heat up and her chest constrict. 

    Scott, now blushing himself and feeling more nervous than he had in a long time, turned to her and said quietly, “Hey, you know you don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable.” Y/N placed a hand on his shoulder, said a quick little thank you, and leaned over to press a kiss against his soft cheek. 

    The grin that Scott wore on his face the moment her lips made contact with his cheek was enough to melt her heart and seize it all at once. Now, with newfound confidence and loving her personality and shyness and loveliness more than he already had when he arrived at Lydia’s house, Scott placed a hand on her face. His finger tilted her gaze toward him, and he licked his lips nervously.  

   “C’mon, Y/N,” he murmured. She swallowed a lump in her throat. She knew what was going to happen next as he leaned a little more. “We both know that..” he licked his lips again, his other hand on her face now, “that’s not what she meant.” He pressed his mouth against her own, never letting his hands stray from her beautiful face. If he could stay in this exact position forever, he would choose to do so in a heartbeat, maybe even less than that. They pulled back from each other, but just barely. His lips were still brushing over hers, the tips of their noses touching as they could do nothing but stare at the other with an expression that was mixed with awe and surprise. 

    Neither of them had expected that to happen tonight. With a shaky breath, Scott moved his hands away so he could grasp both of hers. Y/N had the most lovestruck look in her eyes, Scott was practically blown away. Forgetting that they had a very attentive audience gazing at them from across the room, Scott said to Y/N, “Um, well, if it isn’t obvious yet, I’m, um, kind of completely in love with you. And I have been for awhile. I should’ve said something sooner but…” 

    Y/N grabbed him and kissed him first this time, short and sweet. “Better late than never?” She proposed. And he nodded gratefully, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her toward him, engulfing her body in his. He just felt the desperate, needy desire to hold her for all of eternity, or something like that. Stiles and Liam dramatically wiped fake tears from their eyes, loudly joking about how they grow up so fast and soon enough they’ll be off getting married and having babies and the like. Neither Y/N nor Scott minded. They were simply happy to be in each other’s arms after all the months of waiting and dreaming for a moment such as this, and Lydia, ever the supportive best friend, made sure to snap about eighty-seven million pictures of Y/N and Scott when they dozed off on the couch together, her cheek pressed against his chest, curled up in the safe space that was Scott McCall’s comforting, loving arms. 

“So when dawn breaks, you’ll know?”

Know that this time, I won’t be coming back

Know that you won’t have to deal with me sleeping in ever again

Know that you don’t have worry about cleaning up after me anymore

Know that you’ll never find the perfect recipe for that Tenebrae dessert

Know that we won’t ever again share the joy of reeling in a big one

Know that you don’t have to find ways to hide veggies in my food anymore

Know that Gladio will need a new sparring partner

Know that Prompto will need a new purpose to live for

Know that you’ll never get to hear my voice again

Know that there will never be another photo with the both of us in it

Know that when dawn breaks, I won’t be coming back


“I should.”

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Good God the part of this SU episode that hit me the most was how they used Garnet as a visual aid for the kids’ trauma.

Sapphire and Ruby didn’t get specific fears or thoughts, even if that would’ve been very easy to include. Instead, they got imagery that very clearly focused on their reactions and the consequences of flawed coping mechanisms. Ruby is prone to self-destructive hyperfocus on one thought, completely incapable of moving past it. Sapphire is “calm and collected” because she lets thoughts pile up until she completely overloads and shuts down.

With the mechanics of each coping flaw well-established, Ruby settles next to Connie, passing that imagery on to her. Connie was obsessing over the fact that she went into automatic panic mode and attacked that kid (understandably so). She’s scared of herself, and Ruby was there to show how heavily a single worry can weigh on someone so one-track-minded–to the point of both being blind to their partner’s distress.

Sapphire settles next to Steven. The one who’s always okay and always ready to go until he can’t push it aside any longer and completely shuts down. He didn’t even react to their falling to the presumed death. We saw Sapphire’s breakdown with the visual metaphor of that maelstrom of thoughts spiraling in on her like vultures. Now we have a sense of magnitude for what’s weighing on Steven, and how many things he’s been holding back because he doesn’t want to confront them.

Connie’s ready to tear herself apart over one butterfly. Steven didn’t acknowledge the butterflies as they showed up because if he faced one he’d have to face them all, which is far too much.

Garnet was and always is great every time I see her, but wow what a brilliant and gut-wrenching way to show how much these kids need help.

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Hello! I know several people have messaged me about wanting a commission, so I thought I should finally make an official commission post! If the pictures aren’t explanatory enough:

Commissions (with examples to the right):

  • Sketch: $15 + $5 for each extra character added (Example: Drawing of one person would cost $15. Drawing of two people would cost $20. Drawing of three people would cost $25. Catch my drift?)
  • Sketch + Color + Basic Shading: $20 + $10 for each extra character added
  • Final Illustration: $40 + $15 for each extra character added

Guidelines:

  • No complex backgrounds or mechs pls
  • Besides that, I am willing to draw anything (this includes NSFW, gore, furries, Stardew Valley characters since CA is fine with one-off commissions etc.) as long as it isn’t offensive, pedophilic, racist, or sexist. With that being said, I trust that you will use your best judgement when asking!
  • I can deny a commission if I want to (not to be a jerk, but if it makes me too uncomfortable or if it’s way too complex)

If anyone is interested, you have the option of being mailed a physical copy of your commission (with a hand-written thank you note, of course <3)! It is fairly inexpensive, so if you are interested we can discuss it over email.

Finally, I am a rather busy person with college and crying taking up a lot of my time, so I will take only take 5 commissions at a time. I will update everyone when all 5 slots are taken! Once those 5 commissions are completed, I will open the slots again. Thank you for understanding!

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