Title: Peaches

Genre: Fluff, Historical AU, Platonic

Word Count: 3,010

Warnings: None!

Description: Due to circumstances beyond his control, Dan’s occupation is becoming nonexistent, which will make it difficult for him to see Phil every day. (Taken place in 1960 America, if you don’t mind.)

Author’s Note: When you think about it, these AU’s have absolutely nothing to do with Dan and Phil and they’re just really an excuse to write a great story. Also, completely ignore the fact that Phil is lactose intolerant; I came up with this idea before I was informed. (Please remember that this is fiction.)

Extra Tags: Historical

a friend once put it that people call each other “my love”
(as in saying that this person who is their love is theirs)
because they’re a half of each other, to make one combined soul
i reckoned to disagree with her-because, as it still is, my life isn’t romantic enough to relate to something as poetic as that
i see it as “my maddie” or “my reyna”
and at the time my friend was in a relationship with someone she often referred to as “my mon cheri”
so both of us recognized we were speaking in two different types of love; platonic and romantic
i call people mine, fondly, and not possessively (because you’d be mad to think you owned a person)
because when i’m around them and we’re talking with each other
at 2 am with ice cream because her “mon cheri” proved himself to be a right dick
they act in a way they don’t act around anyone else
we act as friends, the best of them
which may be different for myself, because i have very few
but we’ll cry and laugh and joke
with curses and references
jabs and swings we both know the other doesn’t mean
and trade thoughts we can’t say in public
its something sacred
something warm and fuzzy like an old bathrobe
and it is mine, or ours, since this relationship is important as any other
because like a locket
i hold the key
to see something truly special
that i treasure
and hope to protect
as long as my body and mind are able
—  my thoughts listening to love songs on a rainy day

anonymous asked:

Lets get one with Quinn and talon where talon is LIKE a brother

Quinn could almost never find anyone who was willing to go bird watching with him. At least, no one who was willing to go all the way to the Kumungu Jungle to do it. That’s why when he asked Talon, he was sure he would say no. The assassin would scoff and tell him to leave him the hell alone.

But instead, he agreed to come along without a single complaint. He even said it sounded fun. No one had ever been so excited to sit on a tree branch and watch Quinn sketch pictures of birds before.

“There!” Talon whispered, pointing. “Do you see that?”

About fifty feet away was one of the many species of fauna that was unique to Kumungu. It looked like a squill had sprouted wings and a beak, and considering the volatile nature of wildlife in the area, that’s probably just what happened. “Make sure you get that one.”

Quinn nodded and turned to a new page. His pencil skittered across the notebook, getting down the form of the creature as quickly as possible, in case it ran off. He glanced at Talon out of the corner of his eye as he drew. The Noxian did bear a striking resemblance to Caleb, but up close, the differences between them were more obvious than the similarities. His eyes were sharp and predatory, constantly scanning his surroundings. He rarely ever smiled, and when he laughed it was wry and bitter.

“I wanna ask you something,” Quinn said, closing his sketchbook.

“What is it?” Talon asked, eyebrow raised curiously.

“Do you really think this is fun, or are you just here out of pity?”

Talon shifted on his perch awkwardly. He turned his head away, refusing to meet the scout’s gaze. “Noxians don’t do anything out of pity,” he said. “It’s just…living with two sisters can be exhausting. I figured it might be a welcome break to spend a little time with someone more like a brother.”

At first, Quinn wasn’t sure he’d heard right. But as the words played over again in his head, he broke out into a smile. “Yeah. It might be nice to have someone like a brother.”

Talon cleared his throat, obviously pained by such an overt display of emotion. He didn’t speak again until he heard the pages of Quinn’s notebook flipping open. “Get a good sketch of that one there…”

*me pointing to a ship* close platonic relationship

*fandom crying voice* no… that’s wrong… they cant be platonic………. stop….. theres no proof…… ………. they look into each other in eyes and hugged like once ……. stop saying this fake thing….

*me pointing to a ship* luv that close platonic relationship

what was your favorite ride at universal

can you believe harry walked up to louis with the biggest smile on his face, put his hand on his shoulder, pulled him back to WHISPER in his ear ‘you were mine’??

and then you know what was even worse?

look at louis’ face - look at his reaction - and then look at harry 


Send me a color!

Red: You’re someone I look up to.

Orange: You make me smile.

Yellow: We’re not close, but you seem cool.

Green: I have a squish (friend crush) on you. (“I would like to be your friend.”)

Turquoise: You have a great sense of style.

Blue: We don’t always agree on things, but I’m glad I followed you.

Indigo: [Sunglasses emoji]

Purple: We should talk more.

Pink: Thank you!


Someone fucking hold me now!!
This is the best winchester brothers video I have ever seen. I am fucking bawling