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Skam Season 3 music

Alright, so the soundtrack is definitely v important part of this so I put the it together. Obviously I could’ve missed something or gotten something wrong so please message me if I should fix/add something!!

1:10

  • Sandra Lyng - Liqr (the beginning of the episode - the party)
  • Pieces Of Juno - Silver & Gold (Isak and Emma kissing in the bathroom) 
  • Datsik - Smoke Bomb (plays when Isak comes downstairs) 
  • Desiigner - Panda (Isak leaving the party) 
  • N.W.A. - Fuck Tha Police 
  • Herreløse - Narkotika 
  • Kjartan Lauritzen - Fredag (showing the city on Friday evering + Isak at kosegruppe meeting) 
  • The Magnetic Fields - Three-Way (credits) 

2:10

  • Wu-Tang Clan - C.R.E.A.M. (Isak and Eskild are in Isak’s room and Isak is trying to find Even on social media) 
  • Radiohead - Talk Show Host (Isak watches Even walk by) 
  • Ketil Schei - Kissing You (Isak is watching Romeo and Juliet, this song is in the soundtrack to the movie) 
  • MGMT - Electric Feel (Justice Remix) (Friday afternoon, the boys are going home from school) 
  • Nas - The Message (Isak and Even chatting in Even’s room)
  • Nils Bech - That Girl (Sonja and other come and Isak watches Even w/ her + credits) 

3.10

  • LCD Soundsystem - Someone Great (Isak does the gay test)
  • Mariss Jansons & Oslo Philharmonic Orchestra - Grieg: Holberg Suite, Op. 40. - Preludium (the boys are watching the girls dance)
  • Surferosa - Neon Commando (pregame, Isak and Emma talking) 
  • Robyn - Call Your Girlfriend (Isak is kissing Emma and Even is kissing Sonja and they’re looking at each other) 
  • No. 4 - Lite Og Stort (credits)

4:10

  • Justin Bieber - Sorry (pregame at Isak’s, Sonja and Emma are talking) 
  • Tears for Fears - Head over Heels (Isak and Even and riding on the bicycle after leaving the pregame) 
  • Des’ree - Kissing You/Ketil Schei - Kissing You  (pool scene - Isak and Even kissing for the first time) 
  • Slick Posh - Koko Remix (credits) 

5:10

  • 10cc - I’m Not In Love (Isak and Even kissing in Isak’s room)
  • The Velvet Underground - Sunday Morning (Isak is in his room and texts Even and then Eskild comes in w/ a gift) 
  • Dårlig Vane - Gikk I Bakken (starts when Even messages Isak things might’ve moved too fast and the boys have a pregame) 
  • Vince Staples - Lift Me Up (the boys are going to Emma’s party) 
  • Berghain 2016 - Mikkel Øwre (??) (Isak’s inside at the party and sees Even and Emma runs into him) 
  • Kanye West - Hold My Liquor (Isak leaving the party after seeing Even and Sonja kiss) 

6:10

  • Nas - Hate Me Now (Isak walking through the yard while Emma and Even are at each side and look at him) 
  • N.W.A. - Express Yourself (Extended Mix) (credits)

7:10

  • J Hus - Solo One (Mahdi and Magnus are listening to it before Isak comes out to them - was pointed out by an anon that it was probably this one so thanks for that!)
  • Arif feat. Unge Ferrari - 7/ Arif + Aon & Hooks - 8Ball  (plays in the background when the boys are talking and having drinks at Isak’s) 
  • Lykke Li - Tonight (Even comes at Isak’s :) )
  • Pharrell Whilliams - Crave (credits) 

8:10

  • Kings of Convenience - Misread (plays in the kitchen)
  • Gabrielle -  5 fine frøkner (Even and Isak in the kitchen) 
  • Childish Gambino - II. Worldstar (they’re showing the city)
  • The Weeknd - High For This (Isak and Even are in the elevator and then in the hotel room) 
  • Jay Z ft. Beyoncé - Part II (On The Run) (credits)

9:10 

  • deLillos - Hjernen Er Alene (Isak is reading about mania on wikipedia)
  • Nils Bech - O Helga Natt (Isak’s at the concert w/ his parents, he’s got flashbacks and runs to find Even) 

10:10

  • The White Birch - Lantern (Isak is watching Even sleep)
  • Aurora - Conqueror (Isak comes home and finds Even laughing w/ Linn)
  • Benji Hughes - Girls Love Shoes (the dance girls coming up to the boys)
  • Kurt Nilsen & Kringkastingsorkestret - Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas (Christmas party) 
  • Maria Mena - Home For Christmas (the boys are talking in the kitchen) 
  • Kurt Nilsen - White Christmas (Magnus and Vilde talking by the tree)
  • Nidarosdomens Guttekor Trondheim Symfoniokester - Ave Maria (Eva and Isak talking)
  • Queen - Thank God It’s Christmas (credits) 
Weekly Voltron Fic Recs #26

Rules: You can find past weekly rec lists here, and non-list recs in my general fic rec tag. This is stuff I like, and I have a huge bias toward Lance, hurt/comfort, and general fluff, in that order. Gen unless otherwise noted. Please comment on the fics if you read and enjoy them!

I’m gonna try to get back to doing these on Friday nights. Warning: Lots of hurt!Lance this time. There was plenty to choose from in the gen category, so of course my biases got heavy play. I had a good time, but this list will be even more unbalanced than usual.

Also, it has now been officially half a year of weekly rec lists, though I’ve actually been doing it longer than that, since it keeps being more than a week between each one. The title is a lie. But I am still pretty proud of myself. I thought I would get bored and quit doing these a long time ago, but I haven’t.

As Color Fades Away by IcyPanther
Words:  7,615 (WIP 2/?)
Author’s Summary:  “They either surrender the Black Lion to us, or we will kill the Paladin we’ve captured in the most painful way possible. They will hear his screams and they will come. They would not so easily abandon one of their own. And then the Black Lion will be yours. Should the ploy fail… well, then there will be one less Paladin in existence.” No pairings, major whumpage, Langst
My Comments: Starting the list right off with my biases. I don’t quite agree with the Keith characterization in this one, and the woobie is pretty strong, but it’s very well-written and there is the promise of LOTS of delicious hurt/comfort down the road, so I’m in it to win it.

Lance Makes a Space Sandwich by ArcaneAdagio
Words: 3,999
Author’s Summary: Lance goes through an galaxy space quest to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, dragging along an unwilling Hunk and Pidge. Will they be able to make their sandwich? Can they survive? Will Lance stop making terrible guns and finger gunning at the same time? Will they learn about the power of friendship? (Spoilers: the answer to the last two questions are ‘no.’)
My Comments: Garrison Trio! How I love them! Very fun and cute action fic. (Also PB&J is divine, how dare you question it.)

you were never on your own by derheck
Words: 1,763
Author’s Summary: Lance knew how to throw damn good parties. And that’s what they all needed. A damn good party. And what better reason to throw a damn good party than to celebrate everyone’s favorite green paladin growing one year older? Better yet- it wasn’t just going to be a party. He was going all out. He was going to throw Pidge a fucking space quinceañera.
My Comments: So cuuuute. Love Lance being supportive of his teammates, and especially doing something nice for Pidge, daww. She deserves a big ol’ party, for sure.

Pieces of Cake by Cardigan_Quincy
Words: 2,990
Author’s Summary: It’s Pidge’s birthday, and the team is determined to make it a great day. Meanwhile on Earth and in a Galra prison camp, two other characters hold their own private birthday celebrations for her.(Just a one-shot. Pre-S2. Feminine pronouns for Pidge. ~Quincy)
My Comments: Much sadder than the last fic, but also feels very true to the characters. Pidge’s family is definitely the most splintered of the paladins’ and it’s sad to think about the people who aren’t there for her birthday because they can’t be. But they remember each other, in the sweetest and most poignant way.

A Song of Storm and Ice by BreakTheDawn
Words: 20,565 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: Quintessence.It’s the basis of everything right? Integral to the very nature of Voltron. They all have it, it means something for all of them, regardless of whether or not they realize it. So would it not follow that they should learn how to use it?AkaThe Voltron team goes to undertake an ancient training program to learn more about their Lions and themselves, and of course shit happens.
My Comments: Actually a sequel to a previously recced fic, so you might want to read that one first, but this one is super good, too. Much more of an ensemble feel, though still a bit of a focus on Lance. And the worldbuilding in this one slays. So many cool ideas. Can’t wait to see what happens, and it’s updating a LOT, with very long chapters. My idea of a good time.

The Garden of Heaven by Genesister (papirini)
Words: 75,271 (WIP 16/?)
Author’s Summary: From the void of space to the heart of a deeply-buried secret of the Galra Empire, the search for Shiro leads Keith on a voyage that he never expected, wanted - or realized he needed. Its just a question of whether he can escape, when its all over - or whether he will even want to. Tags will be added as the work proceeds.
My Comments: I haven’t finished reading what’s available on this one yet, but this fic is AMAZING. Absolutely incredible worldbuilding for the Galra. Mind the tags, but don’t let them intimidate you. Keith gets thrown into a very horrifying and terrifying situation against his will, but as the story goes on you find that it’s about just another group of unique misfits learning to get along and find family in each other. The twist I just read left me utterly breathless, and as soon I finish this list I’m gonna get back to reading the story. AWESOME fic. This kind of stuff is why I just don’t bother with published fiction anymore. I can find far more satisfying and interesting stuff for free on the internet.

Just Remember by BleuSarcelle
Words: 1,646
Author’s Summary: Lance screams and shouts and curses. He lets it all out. He lets his words and shouts echo around as he falls to his knees in the middle of the training room. He hiccups as sobs shake his body. He doesn’t bother to wipe away his tears, he lets them fall to the ground and stain the mat below him.He curses loudly and lividly for every part of him that makes him feel unworthy. He weakly punches the mat as he whimpers and his shoulders lose their strength.
My Comments: Short but sweet fic about Lance fighting bad self-talk with the truth. I’ve been there.

Capsaicin by phoenixyfriend
Words: 6,235
Author’s Summary: Lance was captured by the Galra. He was more useful alive than dead, but was notorious for being difficult to interrogate, so the Galra turned to poison. It was… less than successful.
My Comments: This is really funny, and really fun. Very mild Lance whump, but I mean, they tried. They tried very hard.

Lance by RandomShmoe
Words: 1,482
Author’s Summary: First and Second Day working on Camp NaNoWriMo stuff. It is focused on Lance…hence the title.
My Comments: Another nice little fic about Lance coping healthily with his problems. The Shiro and Lance interaction was so cute it gave me a toothache.

the purest expression of grief by ohmygodwhy
Words: 15,874
Author’s Summary: By the time he walks through the Garrison doors, he is bone from going hungry and muscle from fighting and stone from surviving. He keeps his guard up and his teeth bared and sleeps with his knife under his pillow and tears through their exams and their simulations with the ferocity of the need to know more, to do more, to fly. or: keith fights, because that’s what he does, and has always watched the stars
My Comments: Can be read as Sheith or gen. Absolutely fantastic character study of Keith and how much Shiro means to him, and I loved how Keith made friends with everyone in the second chapter. Very much how I see it working for him: slow, halting, but utterly sincere.

Shifting Sands by Cardigan_Quincy
Words: 11,399 (WIP 4/?)
Author’s Summary: Lance picked himself up from the floor gingerly, testing his muscles before putting too much weight on them. Nothing seemed injured, aside from a few aches that would likely become a nice collection of bruises by tomorrow morning. But considering how hard Blue had fallen, Lance felt lucky.
Blue was less lucky.

Lance is stranded on a desert planet, injured and captured by someone who will go to any lengths to get their hands on the Black Lion. Fortunately or otherwise, he’s not alone. (Updated weekly ~Quincy)
My Comments: MMM, boy, this is some GOOD hurt/comfort! Starts with Lance alone, but doesn’t stay that way. I’m really glad he has someone there to support him, less glad that they are going through some awful stuff. Okay, I lied, I like it when Lance (and the others) go through awful stuff. But I am still hoping for rescue soon, please.

It’s Getting Darker But I’ll Carry On by CamsthiSky
Words: 4,285 (WIP 3/?)
Author’s Summary: “This could not be happening. Of course he’d be with the one idiot who didn’t know that once a zombie found you, there weren’t many ways to get it off your trail—and hiding in an abandoned house wasn’t one of them. How was this guy even still alive right now?”
My Comments: Zombie AU that starts off with sniper!Lance rescuing Keith? Yes, please. Fantastic start, and I love the roles everyone is falling into in this AU. Looking forward to more. They need to find Shiro. (Isn’t THAT just the constant refrain of this fandom, though.)

the stars watch over you by psyraah for rednight16
Words: 1,239
Author’s Summary: Shiro is bone weary, worn down, and battered, yet sleep evades him. But a gentle moment amongst new friends eases the constant disquiet in his heart, at least for now.
My Comments: This is so soft and lovely and nice. Thace and Ulaz should have stuck around longer in the show, for real.

Trust Fall by kyanve
Words: 2,330
Author’s Summary: Lance decides to try to prove that he’s just as capable of getting Blue to come get him as Keith has been at playing Space Fetch with Red. Blue may be less temperamental than Red, but Blue can also be a troll enough to make up for it.
My Comments: Lance is an idiot, but Blue loves him anyway. This feels very, very canon.

After Me Comes the Flood by Qpenguin98
Words: 25,111
Author’s Summary: The interior of this ship is cold and boring. The Galran soldiers that try to bond with you are cold and boring. Zarkon is cold and boring. You are sick of being cold and bored. A story following the Red Lion.
My Comments: Endgame Klance, established Red/Blue. Really interesting and lovely view of Keith and the rest of the team through a personified Red. I love the sense of history with the lions, and the trauma and turmoil that everyone has to work through.

Taking One For The Team by ShiningRegalia
Words: 18,284 (WIP 6/?)
Author’s Summary: A mission gone wrong lands Lance and Pidge in a dangerous situation. When communication with the rest of the team is compromised, they have to take drastic measures to escape. Pidge can only hope that they get out before things get worse and one of them breaks. Especially Lance.
My Comments: Holy fudge, this is some great hurt/comfort, too, this time with Lance and Pidge. Protective!Lance turns on all the lights in my house, and Pidge gets protective right back. The situation gets really bad, really fast, but they both do everything they can to take care of each other and get them out. They’ll be okay as long as they have each other.

Do You Wanna Build a Voltron? by phoenixyfriend
Words: 10,558
Author’s Summary: Lance woke up to a room full of frost, and proceeded to panic. Just a little. Just a smidgen. Just enough to refuse to leave his room until Hunk promised to go get Coran so there was a competent adult helping them figure out this mess.According to Blue, humans were very fragile, and needed all the help they could get. Blue could provide a lot of help, and this was a perfect solution, in her eyes.
My Comments: Really cute and fun exploration of Lance getting full-on Elsa powers. An enjoyable read from start to finish.

We’ll Just Have to Wing It by peasantlysurprised
Words: 2,798
Author’s Summary: or alternatively titled “The Space Power Rangers Try to Figure Out If Shiro Has a Natural Winged Eyeliner Look Going On Because He’s Fly Like That or Not and End Up Failing”
My Comments: I think I missed reccing this fic back when I first read it because I wasn’t making weekly lists at the time, but someone reminded me of it and I’m super glad they did. Very fun team fic with the younger paladins trying to stay up all night to catch Shiro and find out the truth.

what’s needed by eugyne (AreteNike)
Words: 2,704
Author’s Summary: The one time Shiro gives everything to his team… and the five six times they give it back.
My Comments: Absolutely FANTASTIC Post-S2 story with Shiro actually getting the support he needs, omg, I love it so much.

Gate Keeper by MoonlitPaladin (MoonlitStardust) for cupcakelevi
Words: 30,297 (WIP 7/?)
Author’s Summary: Lance is an author, known for his fantasies driven by dynamic and imaginative heroes, and yet no matter how much popularity and success he gains, it’s not enough. He doesn’t feel like he belongs anywhere and he pours himself into his work, pausing only when he gets a strange postcard in the mail with no return address and a portrait of Scotland.“Light filters o’er the pass as the Keeper returns."On an adventure the likes of which only he could have written, Lance learns the true meaning of family and that there’s a thin line between fantasy and reality.
My Comments: Tagged Klance, but so far it’s about the plot and the worldbuilding. Really interesting Fantasy AU, and I’m totally hooked. Everything feels really deep and well thought-out. Again, this is why I don’t need published fiction.

Nails by BlueRoboKitty
Words: 3,435
Author’s Summary: Barely weeks after the events of S2, Lance decides to break Keith out of a bad habit and ends up creating a confrontation he’s not sure he’s prepared to deal with.
My Comments: I love fics where Lance just can’t HELP being a caregiver and he HAS to save Keith from himself because can you believe him, can you believe his terrible habits. And if it helps them find some understanding and get to know each other better, well, I’m ALL FOR IT.

The Tide by Zurela
Words: 4,116
Author’s Summary: Lance doesn’t know whether or not he can trust Keith to have his back. But now that he’s stuck under a tree, with broken bones, and on the verge of drowning, it seems he might not have a choice.
My Comments: Yet another flavor of hurt!Lance, this time with Keith along for the ride. This one hit the spot.

Piecing the World Back Together by Zurela
Words: 7,929
Author’s Summary: The Galra have taken control of the ship again. Only this time, they’ve brought a druid. And Lance is the only one in the castle. And he’s not doing so good. Oh boy, this is bad.
My Comments: Mild Klance, but mostly about Lance dealing with things alone until his team can come. I love love love Lance’s breakdown in this one, because it was awful and heartbreaking but it wasn’t over the top, and everyone was able to respond right away and tell him that his bad thoughts about himself weren’t true. And he was heroic too, my dear blue boy. Great fic.

familiar by achieving elysium (Ogygia)
Words: 40,874 (13/?)
Author’s Summary: Altean!Lance AU.The only one who remembers the fall of Altea, Lance struggles to find a place in a band of misfits he will never fully trust. Secrets aren’t the only thing on the rise; on the other side of the battlefield is Zarkon, someone Lance once saw as a brother and now his greatest enemy. But Voltron has always protected the universe, and the Blue Paladin won’t stop now.
My Comments: Finally, an Altean!Lance AU I can rec with no reservations. This is a really interesting and different take on Lance, with him being a veteran, technically much, much older than everyone else on the crew, and dealing with a whole ton of trauma and trust issues. Some secrets came out in the recent chapter that really have me salivating for more.

Home by Zurela
Words: 7,385
Author’s Summary: The members of Voltron have noticed that Lance has been behaving suspiciously lately, and make some assumptions. Well, all except one.
My Comments: Lance is such a DARLING in this one. Gah, I love him.

He is the Heart by aurumdalseni (kyo_chan)
Words: 2,479
Author’s Summary: Hunk is the paladin that helps hold them all up, but sometimes he needs to be reminded just how much he’s cared about in return. [A "Five Times Kissed” ficlet (gen/non romantic)]
My Comments: Hunk appreciation! YESSS. I love everyone’s different ways of showing how much they love Hunk.

Blue and Blood by kimuracarter
Words: 2,773
Author’s Summary: The team rescues Lance from the clutches of the Galra.
My Comments: Heartbreaking, but very well-written. This is one of those fics that I read more than once. Maybe more than twice. Very id fic for me.

Previously Recced Fics That Updated:

Blue and Bruised by DizzyBunnies
Masks by TiedyedTrickster
Handbook of Demonology by squirenonny for Pechat (absolutely BALLER chapter)
Truce by kyanve
Love and Other Questions by squirenonny
Little Lions by MidnightCreator
A Dream Away by BossToaster (ChaoticReactions)
Out of Phase by LittleWhiteTie
Lost in the Stars by WingedChickadee
I’m not the Lance You think I am by KairaKara101
Stardust, Silk and Steel by CalicoTomcat

In the sauna room

Top panel:
Luffy: Uwahh!! Torao!! Your body is full of tattoos!
Law: ………
Chopper: Looks painful~~~~
Sanji:
There’s tattoos on his back too

Right panel:
Luffy: Did you tattoo your p***s too?
Law: No!!

Left panel:
Chopper: You didn’t tattoo “p***s DEATH” on your p***s?
Law: I said NO!!!!

anonymous asked: Sapphire’s post reminded me of Our Story! The most recent chapter wasn’t the last one was it?

Liv says: I’m calling this Chapter 8.5. It still ties into their second marriage, of course—I just couldn’t resist Julia and little Claire. And a massive thank you to @lenny9987 who is always willing to read my drafts and give me feedback <3 

Read Chapters One through Eight here.


Our Story

Claire has few memories of her mother, and those that exist are only half-formed. Hardly memories at all.

Rather:

Small blips of sight and sound and smell. Directionless aches in the night, skin raised to gooseflesh by a living darkness. Sometimes there is a vision of two fine-boned hands, their fingers playing the air with passionate arcs and flutters. At others, there are emeralds winking from pale lobes, and a whisper of bergamot on the stretch of neck below. Baby, a voice says, so clear but distant, it’s only for one night. We’ll be back before you—

Fragments.

Among these, however, there is one that is complete. It is something Claire parades at dinner parties, a piece of trivia that reduces her childhood to the first five years of her life. No funerals, no suitcases. No grief hollowing her little, avian bones. Only: Easy.

In this memory, Julia Beauchamp wears a sweater dress and Kork-Ease boots. Her heels are impractical for a stroll through the park, though that is what they are doing—strolling—as they have done every Friday since Claire could walk. It is just the two of them, mother and child, while her father toils in a dark mechanic’s shop, slicked with sweat and sleeved in black grease. 

He will return so deflated that evening—“Like my own bloody oxygen pumped the tires.”—that Julia will kiss the moons under his eyes, will regret not capturing the sun. And so the following week, when Claire remembers her father’s tired face, she will produce a drained Dasani and hold it skywards. Autumn seeping inside the bottle and then inside her pocket; the bright November gliding down Henry’s throat over an meatloaf dinner. (He will indulge his sweet daughter, drinking and drinking until the December day where he cannot; where Claire must pour the bottle over a mound of dirt.)

But while Henry tinkers with cars so, too, does Claire’s mother do her own work. Observing, absorbing, and storing the day away—right here, on this park path.

That is how Claire’s one full memory begins: their joined hands swinging, and their eyes taking. Dried leaves; flannelled backs bent over canoe oars. So vivid in her mind, even now.

But when Julia says, “Baby, how about we play our game?” young Claire breaks the hold and sighs.

At this point, it has been two weeks since the death of her four-year old self, a feat for which she feels a tremendous pride. With the simple opening of her palm, she can now present her age—Five! Can you imagine?—without ever bending her thumb. Her parents often overlook this incredible development in Claire’s life, still seeing her as the girl with four wiggling fingers, as the walnut nestled in Julia’s stomach. Baby, Baby, Baby.

Claire waves at her mother, as if to say, Five, Five, Five.

“Silly me!” Julia cries. “What I meant to say was: Claire Elizabeth. An honest mistake.”

The correction is enough to earn Claire’s forgiveness. She huffs a petulant “All right,” though she has been waiting for this all week, the moment when her mother’s words begin to change. Their game, with its stories she only sometimes understands, is the key to a world she is slowly (but surely!) approaching.

Claire looks around and searches for their first target.

“Him!” she says, pointing to a man grieving his damaged kite. It lies in the arms of an oak, speared but bloodless, and the protruding branch reminds Claire of summertime splinters. Those little knives of wood, which always wheedle beneath her toes when she dances across the porch, barefoot. (Julia is an expert at removing such splinters. No tweezers needed, just, All better?—and it is. Her fine-boned hands giving Claire’s feet their rhythm again.)

“My. He’s a bit of an odd duck, isn’t he?” her mother says, studying the old man. She tilts her head to the side, as if the angle will reveal the source of his almost-tears, his slumped posture, the very soul within. “Robert! That’s his name. Robert—Owner of Toy Shops.”

Claire giggles with excitement. This has always been her mother’s trick: the divining of lives from the smallest of glimpses. Julia has been known to call it Magic, though Claire has grown more skeptical since the dawn of October 20th. (Magic is, after all, a baby’s word.)

“He’s a recent widower. Do you see how he wears a ring but keeps watching the couple over there?”

Claire does see, and she drafts a mental note for school the next day: Tell Mrs. Heath that Mum is smarter than that scraggly bugger, Albert Whats-His-Face. 

“No children either. He and his wife…his wife…” And just as Claire remembers, Einstein! Julia cries, “His wife, Susan! Dear, dead Susan. Both turned off by the whole business of childrearing. Susan’s mother up and left when she was only three.”

“And joined the circus?”

“Yes. I daresay she joined the circus.”

“Poor Robert, Owner of Toy Shops,” Claire laments. “Poor Dear, Dead Susan.”

“Mhmm, such a shame. Poor Dear, Dead Susan didn’t stand a chance against those wretched measles.” (At this, Claire’s fifth year gives her a sudden rush of gratitude. For Dr. Rawlings, who once stuck her with a vaccination needle. For her mother, who covered the red dot with a Pooh plaster. All better.)

“But why is he flying a kite, Mum?”

“Why, indeed…”

This is a crucial part of their game: where Claire probes with further questions, thereby allowing a detailed history to form. No room for doubt when everything is fully realized—just the growing surety that maybe, maybe their guesses are correct.

“I’d wager he’s quite lonely now, and for the first time in his life, he’s regretting they never had children.” Julia’s voice is so confident, that Claire nearly forgets it’s all a game. Almost believes in the name and the wife and the unborn children her mother has given this sad, old stranger. “Flying the kite is a way to…conjure them into existence. A big What if? Rather maudlin if you ask me.”

Claire cannot make sense of these fancy, foreign terms—conjure? maudlin?—or why anyone would fly a kite for their nonexistent kids. Still, Claire nods, Of course, of course, and plans to comb the ‘c’ and ‘m’s of her father’s dictionary. Ask him, casually, for clarification. (And if Henry were here, he would temper his wife’s candor with a more age-appropriate fantasy; shake his head. Even to her own husband, her mother has always been slightly incomprehensible.)

“Baby,” Julia says, suddenly serious. “Claire. Don’t you dare live to regret a thing. Promise me that if something scares you, you’ll do it.

“I’m not scared of anything,” Claire announces (except spiders and cavities; except Father Christmas burning in the chimney and the night noises coming from her parents’ bedroom). “When Willie Burke stole Jacob’s sausage roll last week, I gave him a wedgie. And he’s two years older than me!”

“A wedgie? God, you are fearless!”

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Oh damn. I’m so in love with this arc in One Piece I can’t help but draw something with the characters we’ve seen so far. 

Not finished. Not sure I will finish it so I show it to you for the moment. 

One Piece chapter 860 & 866
So here is a theory. Now to those of you who immediately ask why the mask kid is not Drug Peclo. The one whose lips are black in both is making the “You’re going down” gesture as a child, which might be a sign of him later becoming The Undertaker (similar to The Gladiator movie, Thumbs Down = death). The Concealer may also be wearing a crown, but notice how the “Prince” and “The Shipping King” (interesting) both have the same frown and freckles when introduced. It is not uncommon for children to be born with blond hair and then later have brown hair. This makes me believe that The Concealer is the boy whose face is hidden as a child. They even have the same type of kerchief.

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Happy Birthday! (February 20th)

  • Clear (DRAMAtical Murder)
  • Tohko Kirisaki (Corpse Party)
  • Kumadori (One Piece)
  • Terakado Tsuu (Gintama)
  • Lenalee Lee (D.Gray-man)
  • Sonosuke Izayoi (Dangan Ronpa V3)
  • Lal Mirch (Katekyo Hitman Reborn!)
  • Konan (Naruto)
  • Yahiko (Naruto)
  • Lucal Wesker (Owari no Seraph)
  • Mitabi Jarnach (Attack on Titan)
  • Yamato Naoe (Majikoi!)
  • Valga Cromwell/Rom (Re:Zero)
  • Shuuji Masuda (Saiki Kusuo no Ψ-nan)
  • Grey (Black Clover)
Malec fic: Cat’s eyes

Alec picked up the last of the dirty glasses and brought them to the table as his boyfriend (he smiled every time he thought about that) insisted he could clean it all up with a snap of his fingers.

“Seriously, how much magic did you use tonight? It’s fine, we can clean dishes like ordinary people for once.” He turned to Magnus with a sly smile. “And when it gets boring you can snap it all away.”

Magnus laughed as he shrugged, coming to the sink with the Lightwood. The bench was towering with glasses and dirty plates, and Alec winced as he took all of it in.

“Okay, maybe there were more than I thought.”

Magnus smiled at the adorable look on the boy’s face as he clicked, making the dishes disappear, including every other piece of party rubbish in the apartment. Alec looked around with his hands on his hips.

“I’m going to get so lazy with you as a boyfriend.” He froze, shoulders going tense as he realized what he’d just said. He almost couldn’t bear to look at Magnus but when he turned all he saw was a softly smiling warlock.

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Öland and Borgholm are preparing for the feast of feasts. This summer, the Crown Princess will fill 40 years and is currently taking intensive planning for the multi-day party. Now, one more piece of the puzzle has fallen into place.

Håkan Hellström has namely announced that he is giving an additional concert at Borgholm Castle on July 16. Tickets for the first concert on Saturday sold out instantly.

As previously revealed, the celebrations begin in Stockholm with a Te Deum church service and then an official reception at the Royal Palace. Then the Royal Family will fly to Kalmar and be transported towards Borgholm where Crown Princess will be celebrated by the traditional Victoria Day.

The next day, that Saturday, Victoria will receive people’s congratulations at Solliden Palace. Because of the official celebrations in Stockholm may be put off that part of the celebrations to July 15.

Victoria will of course invite all of her friends to Oland for a private party and seeing that Håkan Hellström is now doing gigs in Borgholm both the 15th and July 16 it suggests that the Crown Princess’s big party will continue all weekend. The Royal Family is very fond of Borgholm Castle and the previous year they have brought friends there to see Lars Winnerbäck play and see the premiere of the popular tour Badrock. Maybe Håkan Hellström will sing for a newly appointed 40-year-old Crown Princess and all her friends?

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New details have been released on Crown Princess Victoria’s 40th birthday celebrations! I’m wondering if we can expect a few foreign royals at her Stockholm celebrations! 

since there are so many conflicts with people who refer to sanji as a vinsmoke and people who get heated by it, here’s a party game: give sanji whatever last name u want. lasagnaleg sanji? u got it. von pfefferkorn sanji? awesome. daddylongleg sanji? whatever floats ur boat my guy

otakugirl-art  asked:

Headcannon for how Hanzo, Genji, Sombra, Tracer and Reaper celebrate their birthdays?

Hanzo

  • He used to spend it alone. He knew he was lonely but he’d never had many people in the world that he was close to so he just dealt with it. He’d spent a long time thinking he’d killed the person he loved most. Birthdays just told him he managed to live another year without Genji. 
  • His first year at Overwatch, his birthday was a bigger celebration than he thought it would be. Genji let it slip that it was his birthday and the next thing he knew, he was being dragged to his own party. 
  • Even after the years pass, he’s still surprised that everyone is there to be with him on his birthday. 
  • Genji always tells him to make a wish and when he blows out the candles, he can’t think of one. He already has what he wanted. 

Genji

  • Always was a party animal. He’s mellowed out but birthdays are the only day he allows himself to get a little crazy. 
  • He has the biggest party on base. Lucio DJs. D.va has games hooked up. Junkrat will blow something up eventually. The more gruff members try to avoid the party but somehow end up with a party hat, a piece of cake, and no idea how they got there.
  • His dragon always comes out to celebrate and he dances with Zenyatta. 
  • It’s a day to bust out the scissors and cut a rug!

Sombra

  • Spends it alone. She’s used to just getting a small cupcake and blowing out the candle. After that, it’s like any other day. Sometimes she goes out to get a drink. She buys a present for herself online.
  • People would think it’s lonely but she likes the quiet. 
  • Her most recent birthday, Reaper and Widowmaker came and gave her presents. They all ate cake, talked shit about the people around them, and just spent time together. She doesn’t like to admit it but it was nice.
  • She wished when she blew out the candles that next year the holiday would be spent with them too.

Tracer

  • She’s the ‘It’s My Birthday’ kind of person. The one that hops out of bed and is hyperactive the entire day. 
  • Loves it when people in restaurants sing to her. 
  • No one is allowed to make other plans on the day. She has a huge party with streamers. She loves streamers. Doesn’t really care about presents just having everyone around is enough. Emily films the whole night. 
  • Picks a different theme every year. Costume parties are her favorite though. One year, someone threw her a ‘who-dun-it’ party and it lasted for hours because no one could agree whether or not Torbjorn was killed by a wrench or a pipe. (It was a pipe. They caught McCree at the end of the party.)

Reaper: 

  • Used to have a small party at the Overwatch base. He remembers all the laughs. The drinking contests (Ana always won). The piñata that Pharah insisted they have. But now, those memories are bitter. 
  • Do not throw him a surprise party. You can throw a party for him but dear god, don’t surprise him. This man has the reflexes/temperament of a cat and he always has at least one gun on him. There will be casualties. 
  • If there’s no party, his birthday will just be any other day. Throw this man a party. He wants one he’s just too edgy to ask. 
  • Every year he says he doesn’t want presents and grumbles when he gets them. Never throws them out. He secretly loves them. 

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