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13 Reasons Why- who's redeemable, who's blameless, and who deserves hell

So, after watching 13 Reasons Why I’ve genuinely found that the people on the tapes are in too much of a messy array- I mean, HOW can you mix a rapist with a girl who stopped being friends with you?! For that reason, I’ve created a list, based on how good a person is. The higher their score out of ten, the better they are as people.

0- you deserve severe, painful punishment
1-5- you’ve done some pretty horrible things, but you can still be redeemed.
6-9- you’re human, just like everyone else. we all make mistakes, ok?
10- you’re perfect. is your name Jeff Atkins by any chance?

Hannah Baker: Hannah Baker, our main character. She was a victim of high school bullying, yes, but she was also horrible at communicating, rude, and pushed away the one person who cared for her. Also, she never tried to stop Bryce though SHE WAS IN THERE AND SOBER, and neither did she tell anyone about Jeff. oh, and she didn’t leave a note for her parents. So, I say 7.5/10.

Clay Jensen: He tried his best to get through to Hannah, he was a good guy, but he didn’t, well, he didn’t really do much. I mean, Clay, seriously, you could’ve dated her easy, if you were a little more assertive. Also he’s occasionally a typical angsty teenager, so 9/10 is what he gets.

Justin Foley: He let the Jessica thing happen, but he was also blind drunk and struggling with a huge fear of having to go back to his life with an alcoholic mother and abusive stepfather, and losing his only lifeline- Bryce. It’s not justifiable, obviously, but I can see why he did it. His home life was horrible, and we could see how messed up he really was. And as for the picture, BRYCE sent it out, not Justin. At heart, he’s a good guy, or at least redeemable, however dickish he may be. Therefore, I give Justin a 5.5/10

Alex Standall: He made a LIST. ONE list. He was a typical idiotic high school kid, and the guilt of being on the tapes ate him up till he shot himself. 7/10. Alex was human.

Jessica Davis: She broke friends with Hannah. Why is that a crime!?! 8.5/10. She didn’t deserve to be on the tapes AT ALL.

Marcus Cole: He was a douche, yes. He tried to get in Hannah’s pants because she was easy, yes. It was cruel, yes. Ultimately, though, he was just a dick. 6/10

Courtney Crimson: Here we go. Courtney. I don’t blame her for not wanting her secret to come out, and I understand why she dumped the blame on Hannah- it was wrong, but she, like everyone else, was just flawed. What ruined her for me was what she did after the tapes, pushing Tyler out, defending Bryce.. that was what I found worst in what she did. So, for that, 6/10

Zach Dempsey: He liked her. She rejected him. He acted like an immature, entitled kid. This story happened everywhere, all the time. And also, he was a good guy, by the end. He didn’t deserve to be on the tapes. 8/10

Tyler Down: He was a creep, a stalker, and possibly planning a school shooting. But he was also bullied like hell. For that, he gets a 5/10

Ryan Shaver: Okay, so he would do anything for the zine. He published Hannah’s poem, ANONYMOUSLY, AFTER she read it out to a whole audience. He broke her trust, sure, but it wasn’t as horrible as she made it seem. 7/10

Mr. Porter: He was a bad guidance counselor, and he didn’t do his job. He could’ve told her parents or social services or ANYONE, but he didn’t. He was also probably a confused guy. For that, 6/10

Sheri: She was always sweet to Hannah and everyone else, and the one dumb thing she did was knock down the sign. It MAY or MAY NOT have caused the accident, and we don’t know for sure. Giving her the benefit of doubt, 7/10

Jeff Atkins: The boy deserved better ok?! 10000000000000000/10. He was perfect

Bryce Walker: He deserves hell, fire and eternal damnation. He’s a creep, an asshole, and a filthy, disgusting rapist. Fuck you, Bryce. -378383939939393/10

If you have the chance, check out my post on my blog about who deserved to be on the tapes and who didn’t. It kinda bases off of this list.

William Nylander - Part Two

So glad you guys seemed to enjoy the first part! Now we start getting into the good stuff… 

The slap of a clearing attempt after a frenzy of Flame chances at the opposite end of the ice. Everything seems to be going in slow motion though I don’t see what’s going on, having been staring at center ice the last several seconds. I sure feel it though. A blinding pain erupts right above my right cheek and my eyes instantly water. I don’t make a noise. I just lean forward in my seat as the crowd goes ‘OH’, clutching at the side of my face. Rian touches my back and I can feel her lean down with me.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” She asks, worry lacing her tone.

I can’t answer her, my cheek feels like it’s on fire and I’m scared to move my jaw. My hand feels hot and wet and when I pull it away from my face it’s covered in blood. I lift my head up and again the crowd gasps as one. My face is hot and sticky, and blood has already spilled down my face and into my shirt. Thank God I’m wearing black.

“Oh my god, Y/N!” Rian gasps beside me, taking her scarf off and pressing it to my face. Feeling the stares of thousands of people, I turn my head into my sister. Nathan is at my side as well, kneeling before me and gently pushing my hair out of my face. I whimper quietly and press my sister’s scarf tighter to my face, convinced that it looks just as bad as it feels.

There’s a voice I don’t recognize to my right and Nathan turns to say something back. I then feel the scarf being pried from my face, quickly replaced by a towel from the bench. Blinking several times I look up at the jumbrotron to see myself, despite the pain I give a thumbs up and receive a roar from the crowd.

               The game starts back up and the crowd quickly turns its attention back to the action much to my happiness. Not matter how long I press the towel to my face I can’t seem to get the bleeding to stop and soon there is no longer a spot of white on the towel. I eventually turn to Rian and Nathan and ask them to look. With the way their faces pale, I don’t take that as a good sign.

               “Who even hit me?” I ask after another couple minutes, the pain is still incredible and I have to grit my teeth to get the words out.

               “Nylander,” Nathan says, still kneeling before me, worry in his eyes. “You should have stopped bleeding by now.” He murmurs, the future doctor in him coming out. But I guess two years into medical school will do that to you.

               “I bleed easy,” I say and he rolls his eyes at me.

               “I think you need to go to a hospital,” he says and I give him a filthy look.

               “If you think for two seconds that I’m leaving this game to go to a stupid doctor you’re ev-“ I’m cut off by a tap on the shoulder. When I look over to see who must be the athletic trainer for the Leafs.

               “Come on,” he says, gesturing to the railing between us.

               “What?” I ask dumbly.

               “We’ll fix you up,” he says and again gestures for me to get up.

               Nathan helps me stand, I’m a little wobbly with the pain still throbbing on one side of my face. I step onto the first rung of the railing and throw my leg over, Nathan’s hands on my waist as he steadies me. Pulling my other leg over as well, I reach for the athletic trainer whose hands replace Nathan’s as he helps me down. I keep one hand pressed to my face as he wraps an arm around me, helping me down the tunnel.

               I can’t seem to gather my bearings as he pulls me down a long hallway and into a side room that I realize must be the medical room. I’m ushered to a cot and told to sit down. Obeying, I dangle my feet off one end, looking around the room in confusion, the throbbing in my head growing by the moment.

               I hiss when the trainer returns to my side and takes my towel, pressing my cheek gently with his now gloved fingers.

               “Doesn’t feel like anything is broken,” he says calmly, ignoring my glare as he continues to poke and prod my face. “Tough kid.”

               I sigh in relief when he finally releases my face. “Thanks.” I mumble and glance down at my now completely ruined shirt. “Dammit.”

               The guy hears me and laughs. “You could have lost your eye and you’re upset about the shirt?” He asks, returning to my side with a small kit of medical supplies.

               “What can I say, priorities,” I say back, a smile pulling at my mouth. I eye the kit warily and give him a questioning look.

               “This might take a little while, you’re still bleeding and the cut is pretty deep. Might have seen the last of the hockey game tonight, kid,” he says and I sigh.

               “I was afraid you’d say that. You gonna fix my headache too?” I ask, not bothering to argue.

               “Probably a concussion, we can do some testing after I get you stitched up. Until then, keep your eyes open. No falling asleep,” he says sternly.

               “Yes, dad,” I mutter under my breath as he turns to his kit. If he hears me he doesn’t show it. “Why are you even doing this?” I ask louder this time. “I didn’t think this kind of thing was allowed. Aren’t the medical people on the concourse supposed to take care of crowd injuries?”

               “Usually, yes,” he says slowly, focused on the kit in front of him.

               “What was different about this time then?” I ask frowning.

               He doesn’t answer me for several seconds and I begin to think I won’t get an answer when he turns to me, wipes in hand as he gets set on cleaning the wet and dry blood from my face.

               “Someone seemed to feel a little guilty and asked if we would clean you up,” he says, stepping back to the kit and taking out a small needle that I don’t even know what it’s supposed to do.

               “Someone?” I press, eyeing the needle as he steps back to me.

               “The someone who hit you.”

               “So Nylander?”

               “He the one that hit you?”

               “That’s what I was told.”

               “Well then there you go,” he says simply and I can’t decide whether I like this guy or not.

               “Do you always give straight answers?” I ask, raising my eyebrows as he numbs my cheek enough for the pain to be bearable.

               “Do you always ask so many obvious questions?”

               “In case you forgot, I was a little distracted by the little rubber disc denting my face to pay attention to who it came from,” I retort.

               “They replayed it on the big screen,” he says, focused on threading his needle.

               “I had a towel pressed to my face!”

               “Only half of it.”

               I sigh in frustration and a smile tugs on his lips.

               “I’m starting to think that I would rather be bleeding out there,” I mumble and at that he laughs.

               “I highly doubt that. I’m sure by the end of the game your jeans would have been ruined too.”

               I open my mouth to retort but the buzzer sounds for the end of the period and echoes down the hallway and into the room. Almost immediately I can hear the voices and skates on the walkway. I shift slightly when Mr. Athletic Trainer turns back to me, this time with what I know are stitches and a needle, so that I’m blocked from view of those passing by the doorway.

               He works in silence and I sit in silence, except for the occasional gasp as he touches a part of my face that hasn’t been affected by the numbing. When he finishes up the last stitch I sigh in relief which he finds hilarious.

               “You acted like I was ripping your face apart that whole time,” he chuckles and I scowl.

               “I can see why you decided against being a surgeon.” I snap back. “How many cups of coffee did you have before the game?” It only makes him laugh harder.  

               “That was a good one. I’ll have to tell my assistant that,” he says through a grin, covering the fresh stitches with a couple butterfly strips. “Looks like you already have a raccoon eye,” he adds.

               I immediately bring my hand to my eye, ignoring the sting. “Do I really?” I ask, looking desperately around for a mirror. “Oh my God!” I exclaim when I spot one almost directly in front of me on the opposite wall. The swelling is slowly showing up and I know by morning I won’t be able to open my eye. Apparently the guy takes a pity on me because he returns with an ice pack and small towel.

               “It doesn’t look that bad,” he says, obviously uncomfortable with the tears in my eyes.

               “My face!” I exclaim again, looking over his shoulder into the mirror.

               “It will be okay!” He says, looking like he would rather be anywhere else right now.

               I snatch the ice pack from his hand and press it to my face, turning so I’m facing the door frame instead of the mirror. “Thank you,” I mutter, still silently freaking out. The dark shadow of a bruise has already formed from my cheek bone up, making me look like I have a seriously fucked up cat eye.

               “Ice it for a little while, hopefully the swelling will go down a bit. I know you would rather go back out to watch the game but I need you to not blush for a little while if you want to get your face back to regular size and being in front of thousands of people staring at you probably won’t help.” He says, putting all his supplies back in order on the other side of the room.

               My cheeks heat at the mention of the crowd and he notices.

               “My point exactly.” He says and turns on a TV that I hadn’t noticed at first and I see that the period has started back up and the Leafs are still in the lead 3-0. “I have to get back to my regular job, but I’ll be right down the hall if you need something.” He taps my foot once on his way out the door and just like that I’m alone.

               I scoot down the cot so my back is against the wall, keeping the ice pack firmly to my face. More time had passed than I had thought, the clock in the corner of the screen says there is less than ten minutes left in the third period. Out of habit I reach for my phone and realize that I must have left it in my coat which is still in my seat out by the ice. Sighing, I return my attention to the television, keeping in mind what the guy said about falling asleep.

               The ice seems to help, combined with the numbing injection he gave me. Soon enough the throbbing becomes dull and I’m able to focus on the names and numbers flying across the screen. I don’t cheer or clap when Toronto scores again and I also don’t clap when Calgary scores two goals late in the third. Again I remain silent as the game comes to an end.

               I tense when I hear the sounds of players coming down the hall and wish the guy had closed the door when he left. Keeping my eyes on my shoes, I avoid the glances that I can feel by the doorway. Only looking up when someone enters the room and I smile.

               “Y/N!” Rian cries, rushing to my side. “I was so worried when the athletic guy came back but you didn’t.” She gently puts her hand on my wrist and I lower the ice pack. Rian’s face doesn’t pale this time and I take it as a good sign. “Looks much better,” she smiles. “How do you feel?”

               “Just a headache right now, but I’m sure when the numbing meds wear off I’ll be crying.” I say, bringing the ice pack back to my face, refusing to look in the mirror again. “Where’s Nathan and Jake?”

               “Only family could come, they are waiting for me to tell them where to go.” Rian says, leaning against the cot. “If it makes you feel better, Nathan barely realized you were gone after Jake got another couple beers in him. He was pretty miserable for the rest of the second period after you left.”

               I roll my eyes. “Of course he was.” I feel a little guilty for my tone, but as of late nearly everything Nathan’s done has annoyed me in some way.

               “He was just worried, Y/N.” Rian says exasperated. “Just like I was.”

               I soften and reach out for her hand. “I know, I’m sorry. I’m really okay, just a little sore.” I give her a smile and her face lifts.

               “Then you ready to go? Can you leave yet?” She asks and a voice answers from the door.

               “Just a few more minutes.” My little nurse had returned. “There’s actually someone who would like to see you if that’s okay.” He says and I frown at the smirk playing on his face.

               “Who?” Rian asks for me and before he can answer another person appears at his elbow.


               I gulp as I meet those blue eyes again. Rian freezes beside me, obviously caught up in his so called ‘godliness’.

               “If I may?” He asks and I’m taken back at how polite he is. I nod and he glances at my sister a little awkwardly and she jumps to attention.

               “I’ll uh, be out there. Waiting.” Rian stammers, looking between Will and I like a tennis match. Mr. Athletic Trainer winks at me before closing the door gently behind him and Rian.

               I look back to Nylander, unsure what to do. His eyes are on my cheek and a frown tugs down the corners of his mouth.

               “I guess I just wanted to apologize,” he says after a moment, his eyes coming back to mine.

               “Nothing to be sorry about, you didn’t mean to,” I smile slightly which causes me to wince. He notices and guilt flashes across his face.

               “I didn’t, but it happened,” he replies and cautiously moves closer. I eye him warily.

               “Did you just come in here to say sorry and give me stick or jersey or something?” I ask, annoyed with the way everyone has been staring at me the last hour.

               Will pauses and blinks at me. “Uh did you want a stick?” He asks slowly, and the awkwardness grows.


               “Then why did you ask that?”

               “Because you look like you’re about to burst with a question and I don’t like waiting.” I say right back and he smiles.

               “I didn’t have a question.” He says and I roll my eyes.

               “Yes you did. I can tell. My friend gets the same expression on his face when he wants to ask me something but isn’t sure how to.”

               Will pauses for a moment. “You mean blondie out there?” He jerks his head in what must be the direction on the ice.

               I have to laugh at both his frown and tone, my eyes fleeting over his own blonde locks. “Must be a blonde thing.” I quirk an eyebrow at him and his cheeks turn a faint pink.

               “I didn’t know what else to call him.” He says defensively and I laugh, ignoring the tingle in my cheek that it causes. Will watches me silently, his lips pulling up slightly when I laugh.

               “Nathan, you can call him Nathan. Speaking of who is celebrating his birthday today, so I should get back to him.” I say and swing my legs over the edge of the co+t and make to stand only to be greeted by a spinning room.

               “Whoa!” Will says and reaches out to me, pressing on my shoulders to get me to sit again. “Probably a good idea to go a little slower standing up.” He adds, releasing my shoulders as quickly as he grabbed them.

               I don’t reply, a wave of nausea rolling over me though I keep it together. I just take several deep breaths. He watches me in silence, hovering just a feet away while I stare at his bare feet, waiting for the nausea to pass.

               “I’ll take this time to ask my question.” He says and my eyes snap to his, a knowing smile on his face. “What’s your name?”

               I have to fight the urge to roll my eyes so hard that my eyes twitch. “Y/N Y/L/N.” I reply and he holds his hand out. I eye it a moment before reaching out a shaky hand and taking his. It’s a lot warmer than I had expected, callouses from years of hockey tickle my palms and I ignore the upside down feeling in my stomach, this time not from the nausea.

               “Nice to meet you.” He says warmly and I can’t help but smile.

               “If you just wanted to introduce yourself to me I’m positive there are about a thousand different ways to do it rather than hit me with a puck.” I tease and he laughs.

               “True. But I think this was a pretty unique way.” He grins at me and I roll my eyes.

               “I’ll say.” I get my feet under me again and without letting go of his hand, I steady myself on my feet. His other hand hovers slightly just in front of him like I’m about to fall over. Which I might.

               “Okay.” I say after a moment and don’t see or feel any spinning. “Much better.”

               “Good.” Will nods and when I take a step he puts his other hand to the small of my back. I stiffen slightly but don’t say anything, mostly because I’m still not positive I won’t fall over.

               Will opens the door for me and ushers me out to my waiting sister. Rian’s eyes widen slightly when she sees my hand in his and I’m quick to drop it and step out of his arm.

               “Ready?” I ask her, moving to her arm instead. It’s not as warm as Wills.

               “Sure.” Rian says, looking a little unsurely between Will and I. “Come on.” She gently takes my hand and helps me towards an elevator I hadn’t noticed before. “Someone told me how to get outside the quickest.” Rian adds when she sees my confused expression.

               I glance over my shoulder at Will who is still standing there, watching me. “Bye.” I say softly and he smiles.

               “See you around.” He says and I tilt my head slightly in confusion but I don’t get a chance to ask what he means as the elevator dings as it opens in front of me and Rian ushers me in.

               “Can we get Bitondo’s tomorrow?” I ask her as the doors slowly close and I lean my head on her shoulder.

               “Of course we can.” She laughs and pats my arm, playing the part of my seventeen year old mom.

               “Awesome.” I whisper and want nothing more than to crawl into my bed and sleep for twenty nine years.

anonymous asked:

Just random queastions. 1.) Do you think, that they maybe changed their mind after the reaction to the withanaccent-interview and felt so insulted, that they decided, to not make Johnlock canon after all? 2.) The tarmac-scene has some big similaritis to a scene in DW (don´t know what to say; question about the future; last chance to say "it") and is just built up like a love confession-scene. Do you think that maybe TPTB didn´t notice this? Or really thought it was funny? I´m so confused... tbc

3.)Benedict seems to be such a nice person (I love Martin even more, but he is not so outwardly caring.) etc. and i just can´t imagine him agreeing to queerbaiting? (I find most of “TJLC-Evidence” not very convincing, because I would also die etc. for a friend, but the tarmac-scene is imo queerbaiting/almost love confession. They HAVE TO notice what the scene implies!?). 4.)They always say it is their show etc. and that they don´t care about critics, do they really think of themself as SO GOOD?

5.) They said, that ACD did a mistake with Mary. Why do they do the same? I completly hate that dog-comperison/Mary-is-better-scene (TST is my least favoruite episode). It had to be a active descision to give Mary the narration over John ( THE ACTUAL NARRATOR!). They can´t just ignore all the terrible things they say about Mary and make her some angel asassian who saves John/Sherlock and is better than everyone?! And she is there the WHOLE TIME! She killed Sherlock! Why? Why? Why? For Amanda???

6.) There is that Amanda Abbington-Interview where she talks about coming back. Do you really thing that we´ll maybe have to see Mary-flashbacks/callbacks in every new episode? 7.) Prior to season 4, they said that they have 3 new cases etc., but in the end it wasn´t really like in season 1-2 (season 3 actually was my favorite season, but it clearly was different). TST and TFP ended in family drama. Do you trust them to go back to “normal” cases, without the need to over complicate everything?

8.)Do you think, that they maybe change their mind “pro-johnlock”(if it really was just a joke to them), after critics like Indiewire etc. called them out for the queerbaiting/John and Sherlocks feelings for eachother? That maybe they´ll realize that it´s not just “teenager girls” “hallucinating”? 9.)Do you believe in a season 5 (especially with BC as DS now)? 10.)Will we ever know, what John wanted to say in TRF? 11.)With TFP i wonder,do they truly believe we watch the show for the plot twists?

Oh Wow, Lots of stuff to get to here! Let’s have a look-see!

  1. Well, that interview would have had nothing to do with any of their decisions; if a journalist had that kind of power in the history of Sherlock ever, then it would have been canon in S2, or ahdblock been canon in S3, or sher/0//ie canon in episode one. Like… no, and that interview was garbage anyway. Anything that Mofftiss have done, is COMPLETELY on them and MAYBE the BBC. They were already filming TFP, I believe, around that time frame, so no, it had no bearing whatsoever on the outcome of the series.
  2. Ah, yup, Doomsday’s Bad Wolf Bay and the tarmac scene are pretty much identical (and just as painful), yet no one argues what The Doctor was going to say. But years later, we STILL have to prove to people that Sherlock indeed was going to and did tell John that he loved him. It drives me crazy. Mofftiss knew EXACTLY what they were doing, especially since the scene has parallels to the tarmac scene’s unspoken love in Casablanca. They did it on purpose; it’s even framed similarily to that tarmac, and the wording similar to Bad Wolf Bay. Just… They can’t seriously expect us to not believe it wasn’t meant romantically.
  3. Well, to be fair, I don’t think EITHER OF THEM wanted to be part of a giant queerbaiting fest. They both seemed immensely proud of their portrayals of their characters, Ben AND Martin played both of their characters gay and bi respectively, and BOTH men support LGBT causes and Ben is vocal against homophobia (I’m pretty sure Martin is as well, I just know Ben’s interviews better). I really honestly believe that they thought they were creating something different and were led to believe a different outcome of their character arcs than what we got. I don’t fault them at all – they are just puppets for the puppetmasters.
  4. Oh, they’re lying so hard about their lack of caring… If they didn’t care, Gattiss wouldn’t have written back, in prose, to a critic and Moffat wouldn’t be like “I don’t understand why no one likes this season” (paraphrasing, of course, but his blasé attitude is SO annoying and pretentious). Neither of them have really, otherwise, done anything but remain in hiding after the fallout of S4. It’s both suspicious and really REALLY annoyingly petty.
  5. Yeah, I STILL am reeling over their complete 180˚ of Mary’s character. It makes no fucking sense; they clearly were combining her character with that of the role of Sebastian Moran in ACD canon, and the arc was going to be brilliant. I have a lot of personal very biased opinions on why they did it, but yeah, it doesn’t make any fucking sense. THEY KNEW WHAT THEY WERE DOING with her character. That and Moffat is terrible at writing women characters at the end of their arcs. If anything, her character was just unnecessarily shoehorned into a bigger role because they decided last minute to NOT make her Moran after all even though they STILL tied her character to Moriarty in S4. ACD did WAY better with Mary as a background character. And YES, it was SO WRONG of her to be the narrator, just… NO she’s NOT the one telling the stories. Ugh.
  6. Ugh, is there? Okay, look, IF – IFFFFF –  it’s shown in S5 that all of S4 was a ruse orchestrated by mostly her hand, reverting her character back to where it should be, THEN maybe I can accept her back in the fifth season and make her the badass villain she was SUPPOSED to be. I don’t believe she is dead because her gunshot was fake af, although I do ALSO believe that she may have been killed John in the false narrative scenario. If she comes back, it will be to explain her true actions in S4. Otherwise, she’s dead, we don’t need to see her anymore. Flashbacks maybe, but that’s it.
  7. S3 was my favourite season too, but I think that’s a personal bias because I love Sherlock’s character so much and I loved seeing how far their relationship arc progressed. T6T and TLD barely even HAD cases… and TFP, I don’t know her… so I don’t know where this idea came from. The whole season seemed intent on keeping John and Sherlock as distant from each other as possible, making Sherlock the sidekick TO MARY in his own show, and putting “no one asked for this” focus on Mary. Look, I know it sounds like I hate her, but I REALLY DON’T. I hate what they DID TO HER CHARACTER, and trying to call S4 a case-centred series when CLEARLY the case was a moot point in the first episode to Mary-backstory, it’s ridiculous. There wasn’t really a case in TLD – Sherlock was high off his rocker through most of the episode and Culverton did his weird creepy rapey thing. And I don’t even know what the fuck case was happening in TFP. I WANT to trust them to go back to Just The Two of Them Against the Rest of the World (what was that line even, then?!?!), but I fear that they won’t and will find a way to shoehorn another character-we-don’t-care-about *coughs* Eurus*coughs* into the story.
  8. Oh, I don’t think anyone could change Mofftiss’ minds. Look, if Johnlock DOES become canon, it will be because it was the plan all along, but because of how far S4 strayed off the narrative arc, it will look like they did it because of public outcry, NOT because it was their brilliant plan. They should have just stuck to the narrative rather than try for a publicity stunt that will probably work against them in the end.
  9. Tough to say about S5. There are reports about it being already commissioned, but I fear the negative reception may keep Martin and Ben far away from it if it turns out it really is a face-value series. I don’t know. BBC seems proud of what they got, so probably will get one. It’s one of the BBC’s top-rated shows (I think pre-S4 it was higher than Dr. Who), so who knows.
  10. Hahaha nope, I don’t think so. I USED to think we would, that Mofftiss were better writers together and would at least round out all the plot holes, but… S4 leaves me skeptical on a lot of things.
  11. I REALLY do think that they think we like the plot twists rather than the stories. Like… no. People were watching for the relationship, whether they knew it or not, platonic or not. The story of two men with the greatest friendship / relationship of all time. Not for … whatever the hell TFP was.


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SOME GOOD QUESTIONS UNDER THE CUT!!! idk how many ppl read these but u def should if wanna kno more abt my goofy ocs >:^)

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Coffee-Stained Hearts

A/N: the ‘someone just spilled coffee all over me and my computer which had the only copy of my paper due in 15 minutes, and it seems like that someone might be the lead actor in my favourite show’ au that no one asked for

Her last assignment was due in 15 minutes. Lily could practically taste the freedom, could feel the summer months ahead. She sipped her coffee, hovering her mouse over the ‘send’ button. She took a deep breath, about to hit the button, when she heard the high-pitched sound of shoes sliding against the tile floor and all of the sudden her skin was burning - 

“What the hell!” Lily exclaimed, jumping up from her seat in the coffee shop, glaring at the person who had just spilled incredibly hot coffee all over her, her new dress and her computer. She did a double take, because it seemed to be that the asshole who had just ruined her day was the lead actor in her favourite show, The Marauders. But that didn’t matter now. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” he said, immediately grabbing some napkins from the table and handing them to her. “I’m so so sorry.”

Under any other circumstances, it would be a dream to meet James Potter. Devilishly handsome, a phenomenal actor, relatively famous, and just generally a cute person, he was every girls dream. But not Lily’s, at least not at this moment.

Lily scowled, her eyes burning into him. And if looks could kill, well, let’s just say that there would be a lot of crying teenage girls all over the world.

“Say that to my computer. That was the only copy I had of my final English Lit  paper, that just happens to be due in 15 minutes.”

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A Royal Commission (2)

This is already eating me. Help! @fleetstreetfatality

By Friday they’ve exchanged enough emails that Prompto feels reasonably comfortable about the things he’s come up with. He’s sitting at his desk, light switched on underneath the papers he’s carefully copying. Parts of the piece still need worked over again and he’s very aware of that, but in case he hates what he adds he wants a clean copy.

The pen in his hand shakes for a moment and he blinks, setting it down carefully and pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a sigh. A hand appears and plops down a can of Red Bull.

“You’re welcome.”

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Texts from your baes when you've been having low days

One Piece edition

I apologize for the scarce One Piece posts lately ;w; Modern AU just because I can’t imagine OP having cellphones like that would change everything XD

You have new messages from Luffy!

From: Luffy, 5 minutes ago

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You have new messages from Zoro!

From: Zoro, 23 minutes ago
Alright, spill

From: Zoro, 22 minutes ago
What’s with the long face

From: Zoro, 22 minutes ago
Also don’t think I didn’t notice about your the sudden change in your weight

From: Zoro, 21 minutes ago
I’ve been benching you too many times I would’ve noticed even if it’s just a few grams difference

From: Zoro, 18 minutes ago
Spill the beans or I’m going to make you

From: Zoro, 13 minutes ago
Alright. A tickle war it is

From: Zoro, 9 minutes ago
You asked for this. Don’t get mad when I slice open your house gate’s lock

From: Zoro, 8 minutes ago
And the front door’s

From: Zoro, 8 minutes ago
And your bedroom’s

You have new messages from Sabo!

From: Sabo, 12 minutes ago

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From: Sabo, 11 minutes ago
I head that symbolizes “hugs & kisses” in text messages, was I right?

From: Sabo, 8 minutes ago

From: Sabo, 8 minutes ago
Please don’t be sad anymore

From: Sabo, 5 minutes ago

From: Sabo, 5 minutes ago
I’ll give you all the kisses and hugs you need

From: Sabo, 4 minutes ago

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From: Sabo, 3 minutes ago
Okay, text messages kisses are cute but I think I prefer kissing you directly

From: Sabo, 3 minutes ago
I’ll kiss your troubles away, okay? ;)

You have new messages from Ace!

From: Ace, 27 minutes ago
hey thisa thing s pretty xool and habndy hh

From: Ace, 25 minutes ago
o crep hiw do youy deletwe stuff

From: Ace, 21 minutes ago
ok i got it

From: Ace, 20 minutes ago

From: Ace, 20 minutes ago
whos the guy i have to accidentally set on fire

From: Ace, 19 minutes ago
i mean it’s always random thigns tht get burned so

From: Ace, 19 minutes ago
im sure i can burn people if im around them long enough

From: Ace, 18 minutes ago
and if it means getting you to smile i dont mind doin the extreme prank

From: Ace, 15 minutes ago

From: Ace, 12 minutes ago
or do you prefer cuddles

From: Ace, 12 minutes ago
i can be your prsonal heater

From: Ace, 11 minutes ago
ooooo thats it imma melt your troubles

From: Ace, 11 minutes ago
bc im your personal heater??? get it????

From: Ace, 8 minutes ago
im imagining you laughing and now i wanna see you laugh

From: Ace, 5 minutes ago
im at my limit so you better unlock the front door cause im coming over

You have new messages from Law!

From: Law, 20 minutes ago

From: Law, 18 minutes ago
I think you’ve been getting too much stress lately.

From: Law, 15 minutes ago
So I’ll be coming over in 6 with polar bear documentation videos and a few snacks.

From: Law, 12 minutes ago
I’ll even be gracious today and buy some of those unhealthy snacks you like so much.

From: Law, 10 minutes ago
Also dinner’s on me so don’t bother preparing. No, it’s not what you would usually refer as “rabbits’ food”, I swear on my tattoos. It’s your favorite.

From: Law, 7 minutes ago
And I’m staying over tonight to make sure there’s a spare futon or guest room to use.

You have new messages from Kid!

From: Kid, 6 hours ago
What’s with you lately

From: Kid, 6 hours ago
You look like shit

From: Kid, 6 hours ago
And not the shit looking face like when I forgot out 100 days anniversary

From: Kid, 6 hours ago
How to describe it…. It’s even more… Shitty

From: Kid, 6 hours ago
I don’t like it

From: Kid, 5 hours ago
Talk to me gdi

From: Kid, 5 hours ago
[F/name] stop being childish and reply

From: Kid, 5 hours ago
You know what, I was worried but if you’re being like this, fine whatever suit yourself

From: Kid, 3 minutes ago
I’m sorry, okay. Now can you open the door because it’s freaking cold outside and all these food and movie cds are heavy as fuck

From: Kid, 3 minutes ago
Also I look so fucking stupid carrying a hugeass bouquet of flowers

You have new messages from Killer!

From: Killer, 7 minutes ago
[F/name], are you okay?

From: Killer, 6 minutes ago
You looked a bit off today…

From: Killer, 6 minutes ago
And you left early

From: Killer, 5 minutes ago
Are you saddened by something?

From: Killer, 4 minutes ago
You can talk to me, it might make you feel less burdened…

From: Killer, 3 minutes ago
If you’re okay with it, can we meet in private tomorrow, maybe?

From: Killer, 2 minutes ago
I could even come over to your house if you don’t feel like going out?

From: Killer, 2 minutes ago
Please take care and stay safe, alright?

From: Killer, 1 minute ago
I love you

You have new messages from Marco!

From: Marco, 25 minutes ago
you up for pasta

From: Marco, 23 minutes ago
ok how about tacos

From: Marco, 20 minutes ago
korean bbq

From: Marco, 17 minutes ago

From: Marco, 15 minutes ago
y are you being so picky

From: Marco, 14 minutes ago
ok fine then ramen????

From: Marco, 10 minutes ago

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From: Marco, 3 minutes ago
sigh thats it im picking you up in 7 no buts

From: Marco, 3 minutes ago
we gonna dine in your fave diner

From: Marco, 2 minutes ago
so you better tell me whats happenin

You have new messages from Rocinante!

From: Rocinante, 3 hours ago
I haven’t seen you all day today

From: Rocinante, 3 hours ago
Have you eaten proper meals?

From: Rocinante, 3 hours ago
And lunch?

From: Rocinante, 3 hours ago
Where are you?

From: Rocinante, 3 hours ago
Are you well???

From: Rocinante, 2 hours ago
Love, I am worried

From: Rocinante, 2 hours ago
I checked your house, but no one answered.

From: Rocinante, 2 hours ago
I just noticed that the lights are all off, are you not inside?

You have one voicemail from Rocinante! 

“Where are you? I went to the places I could think of. Please at least tell me that you’re safe so I can– Oh!! I see you! Wait there and I’ll run over!”

You have new messages from Shanks!

From: Shanks, 5 minutes ago
Babe I miss u

From: Shanks, 3 minutes ago
You haven’t contacted me lately

From: Shanks, 2 minutes ago
I heard from your friends you’ve been feeling down these days

From: Shanks, 2 minutes ago
Well I know just the thing

From: Shanks, 1 minute ago
I got you a surprise

From: Shanks, 0 minute ago
Now turn around ;))

anonymous asked:

Hit there! Could you do headcanons for how the paladins cuddle with their s/o? You're doing great so far, have a wonderful day! :)

Aaw, thank you, dear! I appreciate that a lot. I hope you have a wonderful day as well. Here are some cuddling headcanons for you. :)


  • The real question: how doesn’t this man like to cuddle? Takashi Shirogane is always a slut for cuddling.
  • You see, Shiro is a very tactile person. You see it in those brief shoulder touches and occasional hugs in canon. It’s how he offers comfort to others.
  • And how he likes to receive it.
  • He only initiates it a little further into the relationship, though
  • Sometimes, during down time, he and his S/O just cuddle up next to each other with his arm around their waist or them just snuggled into him, practically squished together. (While ignoring their Space Children gagging and teasing)
  • In private, it’s a lot more intimate.
  • All forms of cuddling are open game BUT if Shiro had to choose, he likes it best when his S/O lays on his chest like a pillow and he gets to wrap his arms around them. He just wants to hold them and their added weight on top of him is comforting.
  • It reminds him they’re still there, an added comfort and security.
  • Definitely see Shiro dropping small, frequent kisses on top of their head in this position and rubbing soothing circles on their back
  • And of course he plays with their hair, are you kidding me? That’s one of his favorite parts.
  • Sometimes, they switch positions and Shiro loves it just as much because then he can listen to their heartbeat and actually feel the hum in their chest against his cheek as S/O talks
  • A lot pillow talk during cuddling. It’s a time for them confide in one another and just tell their partner how much they care
  • Cuddling with Shiro brings about a feeling of safety and protection just as much as affection and love. A physical reassurance that he truly cherishes them and will always protect them.


  • Keith is a little (really) unused to cuddling but he isn’t opposed to it. Definitely not opposed to it when it comes to his S/O
  • Just give him a bit to get comfortable up to it, ok?
  • Doesn’t really do it in public, even when they’re just sitting together and there’s ample opportunity. Not necessarily because he’s embarrassed or uncomfortable. It’s just not his thing.
  • Rarely initiates, so it’s usually up to his S/O if they want the cuddles
  • He will let his S/O lean up against, though, if they want. Keith likes to stretch his arm behind their head if they’re on a couch or something so they can use it as a head rest. He’s saved his S/O from a bad neck cramp or two because of this
  • Cuddles with Keith are mostly kept in private because he’s just a private guy when it comes to this stuff and frankly, it’s no one’s business what he and his S/O do behind closed doors
  • He more than makes up for it later
  • I can see him liking the “Heartfelt Headlock” where both are on their sides and S/O just slips under the crook of Keith’s arm. Occasionally his other arm pillows their head
  • Even better if S/O wraps their legs around him or just slings a calf over his hip to get closer still. Keith feels like he’s completely surrounded by them and it’s fantastic
  • S/O just feel so warm and safe and downright cozy there, lying chest-to-chest with Keith
  • If they feel like it, they burrow further into his chest and listen to his heartbeat but it’s also nice to face each other and simply enjoy each other’s presence
  • Eye contact eye contact eye contact - Keith wants to see his S/O’s face and watch them as they relax and maybe doze off a little
  • But Keith stays awake. He likes watching his S/O, even if they fall asleep on him (‘cause they are comfortable, man, I’d fall asleep, too). Kind of like he can hardly believe they’re even there and with him?? How did that happen???
  • More prone to pecking their forehead like this, even brushing hair back from their face. S/O might pretend to sleep just so Keith will do just that (he figures it out when they scrunch up their nose but keeps doing it anyway)
  • Neither really talk a lot while cuddling. Sure, Keith will listen if his S/O has something they need to talk about, but really cuddling with Keith is quiet but speaks volumes of the affection he holds for them. Intense.
  • You know this boy is not going anywhere. It’d take a set of pliers to tear him away.


  • Oh. My. God. Let me just start this with I want to cuddle with Hunk. He’s just so good at it, you know? Best Cuddler among the Paladins, hands down.
  • He’s big and soft and strong and it’s just the best thing in the world.
  • Best part? Hunk isn’t shy about it, so he’ll do it whenever or wherever but he also isn’t obnoxious about it either (unlike some people). Not at all. It’s all cool, man.
  • Initiates plenty and always up for it if his S/O wants
  • A lot of the time, Hunk clings close to his S/O when he’s either scared or nervous. This is both for his own personal comfort and also so he can just. Grab them if need be and run. Just in case.
  • Having his S/O close just makes him feel safe, you know? Doesn’t matter how as long as he can reach out and touch them
  • Overall, Hunk is a really sweet cuddler who likes holding hands with his S/O while cuddling.
  • Always has this big, huge smile when cuddling and it’s adorable
  • Typically his S/O lounges right on top of him with his hand resting (respectively) on their waist and the other cushions his head and
  • They just talk and talk and talk about everything and nothing - how they could possibly recreate cake with alien ingredients, what they miss about earth, Hunk’s fears, what they’ll see next in their voyage through space, whether there really is a nacho planet, etc.
  • Every now and then, he lifts his head up to grin at them and leans up for a kiss !!!
  • The best is when he starts laughing at something his partner said and S/O feels it erupt from his belly and then throughout his entire body which makes THEM laugh and suddenly they’re just laughing about nothing
  • Exactly what the Yellow Paladin needs at the end of the day
  • Cuddling with Hunk is a bonding experience in and of itself, how he and his S/O spend time together and decompress and simply enjoy life at the present. It’s comfortable and warm and fun.


  • Oh, Lance. Where do I begin with Lance? Well, I’ll just start with this: good luck getting him off you
  • Lance is a touchy person in general who has absolutely zero issues with getting in people’s personal space to rile them up or lounge all over them if they’re a friend
  • That goes up from like 1 to 1 0 0 with his S/O
  • Lowkey think it’s even more so now that he’s in space and far away from all of his loved ones, sooooo S/O gets all the extra affection Lance has been storing up for awhile
  • Good or bad, that’s up to the S/O in question
  • Lance usually hangs off of them all the time anyway but reaches the max when cuddling.
  • He and his S/O are literally a tangle of limbs. It’s hard to tell where Lance begins and S/O ends. The closest thing I found was something called the “Titanic Tangle.”
  • Doesn’t help that the Castle gets pretty cold and Lance, being from a hotter climate, just leeches off his S/O’s warmth.
  • Wraps those long, gangly limbs of his all around his S/O and won’t let go. His arms are locked around their torso and one leg is between both of theirs while the other is draped over them. There is no escape.
  • Lance likes to nuzzle his face into S/O and screw you if you don’t think that’s the most precious thing (until he nuzzles into someone’s breasts then it’s totally ok to smack him upside the head).
  • Lance makes up for it however with the things he says. Of course there’s the cheesy pickup lines, that’s who Lance is, but most of it really is sweet whispers that he saves up just for these occasions..
  • One of those rare moments where Lance starts getting quiet, voice soft and sincere, as he tells them how much they mean to them. He wouldn’t know what to do if they weren’t there. Do they know how much he loves them? He tells them how much he appreciates them, how glad he is that they’re there with him, how special they are.
  • Tons of kisses. So many kisses. His mouth always has to be doing something and if it isn’t blabbing, he’s kissing his S/O everywhere he can reach.
  • Lance is probably at his most vulnerable while cuddling with his S/O. He knows it’s a safe place for him and all the feelings he’s been holding back or putting behind that cocky act comes out.
  • He’s just really glad they’re there.


  • Ok, so the thing is Pidge is literally a smol and cuddling is probably as big as it’s gonna get for her for a little while.
  • Like a couple of years while.
  • That being said, it’s a little awkward at first. Pidge generally Does Not like to be touched all that often unless it’s on her terms and even those are kept brief.
  • Which doesn’t mean she doesn’t really care for her S/O. That’s just how Pidge is as a person combined with that awkward age of 14 where you don’t know what’s going on with your body half the time and feel so unsure how to actually touch another human being in a non-platonic way.
  • Y’all remember that age, right?
  • Cue stiff Pidge if her S/O so much as leans over her to look at the whatever gadget she’s fiddling with or sits close enough that their thighs are touching - so scandalous!
  • RIP if they even try “the Move”
  • BUT after some time, as Pidge gets more comfortable with her S/O, she’s more open to cuddling and it eventually becomes one of her favorite things?
  • Mostly relegated to a couch in a public living area where little Pidge and her beau just snuggle in together, Pidge’s head resting on their shoulder and their arm curled around her as they both watch whatever she’s doing on her computer
  • Turns out her S/O is actually pretty comfortable
  • If the Castle has it, I can totally see movie night being a thing they do together while cuddling and making fun of the characters
  • Cuddling with Pidge is literally the most precious and innocent thing ever?? like, it’s just being close to her S/O and spending time together as they enjoy their mutual interests
  • Until Lance ruins it all when he barges in and cuddleblocks them. That ass would probably wedge himself between them and sprawl half his body across the couch
  • Hunk comes in soon after with snacks ‘cause “Movie night, right? Who wants not-really-popcorn-but-close-enough?”
  • Then of course comes Keith and Shiro followed by the Alteans and suddenly it’s a Space Family movie night
  • And Pidge is so frustrated but can’t stay mad because this is nice, too
  • (She and S/O hold hands under the not-really-popcorn-but-close-enough bowl, the precious babies.)

anonymous asked:

Can I have hc for the rfa + whoever else you feel like writing for when they find out their s/o has a prosthetic limb (can be arm/leg or both doesnt really matter. Sorry if this is kinda weird or uncomfortable)

Don’t worry, it’s totally fine!! A.) I love getting interesting requests like this and B.) I like writing self-inserts that aren’t… I guess… “typical”? Representation matters yo. (ง •̀ゝ•́)ง 

I just hope I did an ok job with it!


  • He initially only notices your arm prosthetic when he first meets you in person, which makes sense considering it’s primarily cosmetic and doesn’t look too realistic. But he’s totally dumbfounded by how natural your leg looks when you show it to him, and you can’t help but smile at how sincerely and innocently he says, that’s cool!
  • He has so many questions, and… okay. A lot of them you’re used to getting, but Yoosung doesn’t sound disbelieving or incredulous, he’s just interested. It’s never a chore to answer his questions because he’s so energetic.
  • sometimes when he wakes up earlier than u, you find he’s put little stickers on your prosthetics. Like, goofy little hearts and starts that say ‘good job!’ and ‘i love you!’
  • (sometimes you leave them on over the day because it’s a happy little reminder that he looooves you~)


  • When you tell him, he’s pretty genuinely shocked. He’s not really sure what to say! He wants to ask you if it’s difficult to live with, but he’s not sure how to properly go about it. His #1 biggest concern is not making you feel weird, because… well. You probably get enough people acting weird about it already??? He does Not want to be one of those people.
  • (zen for ultimate supportive boyfriend of the month)
  • He’s very caring and considerate if you ever need to vent about how people see you/treat you about it. Especially if anyone ever dares to tell you that you can’t achieve xyz thing because of your prosthetic. he’s just like
  • buddy
  • pal
  • (he gets super salty if people stare at u like “how about you buzz off thx”)
  • he’s curious about prosthetics that look cute/pretty/interesting, and would think it is hella neat if you had one/got one. :o


  • >pulls up google
  • Seriously, Jaehee wants to be informed. She doesn’t want you to have to explain things to her - she wants to Properly Educate herself about this aspect of yourself, because she’s your partner and she should be Informed.
  • On the one hand it’s sweet, but on the other hand like - Jaehee. Calm down. It’s not that big of a deal u don’t got to worry about it so much. it’s a thing that you have/live with! it affects ur life but like - she doesn’t have to treat it like one of Jumin’s projects. She doesn’t have to become an expert. she can learn everything she wants to know with time!
  • (this of course makes her blush because man she has the TIME NOW to learn all these things about you)


  • jumin says that he has the funds, it’s only reasonable he tries to make your life as comfortable as possible by buying you the latest innovations in prosthetics, and that it’s no different from buying you the latest designer fashion or an extremely nice computer so you can work more productivel–
  • “b-but productivity-”
  • “JUMIN”
  • More seriously, it doesn’t change his image of you, though the fact that you have them gives him a bit of… anxiety? Whether it was from birth or an injury, it makes him more aware of the fact that you are mortal, that you can lose things and get hurt, and he’s so, so terrified of you getting hurt.
  • losing you would destroy him.
  • Even though you’re completely capable of doing it yourself, he likes helping you put your leg on in the morning. It just… makes him feel like he can do a little something for you, and it’s a routine you start the day with.


  • seven calls you his cyborg angel valkyrie princess because of COURSE he does.
  • You, admittedly, do have to rain on his parade by saying no Seven, you cannot install rocket boosters in my leg and lasers in my arm
  • i am not an anime character
  • i - i don’t care how cool it would be to deliver a booster kick to someone’s head it’s
  • To his credit, it’s all talk, and he’d never actually do anything without your permission, but he is super interested seeing if he can somehow acquire/make you an arm that’s more easily controlled and more responsive than your current one.
  • When he’s being more serious though, he is really concerned about things being difficult for you, but like… you’ve been living with this, y’know? You don’t want to be thought of as a person with missing limbs, but as a person who happens to be missing some limbs.
  • …no seven, you are not going to reconsider your statement on putting rockets in your fingers.

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agent-sapphire  asked:

HI!!! I've read the last Voltron Family AU and--- BALLERINA LANCE!!! *0* His family supporting him so much and coming to watch whenever Lance gets to get on stages and just cheering on him loudly? And instead of being embarrassed, Lance beams at them and waves wildly. also i can't help but also imagine insecure lance about his ballerina----

kaguyaice said: Well if ya consider the dance au with voltron family au, shiro would be estatic to see Lance do ballet, I can see pidge do hip hop. Lol I have no clue fo hunk though, but I think the kids praising and going to their dad’s asking for help
clubspooky said: hello again!! i have another question about the voltron family au! do lance and the kiddos actually pursue ballet?? for lance in particular, is it something he still does as a teenager/adult?? how does his family react when they go to one of his recitals? does shiro record them all like he did keith’s competitions?? thank you again for sharing this wonderful au with us!!!!

[The Voltron Family] Lance did indeed take ballet with Hunk and Pidge like he said when he asked Daddy Keith one day. But unfortunately his other two siblings stopped because they had other interests. 

Shiro recorded EVERYTHING because he was so proud of Lance and tbh that was the only reason Lance kept up with it. He knew he wasn’t that great, but he wanted to make his Daddy Shiro the proudest. So when he heard the news, he immediately called his Dad to pick him up at the dance studio.

Lance: *sees his Dad parking* *runs quickly to the car and open the door to the passenger’s seat* *hugs Shiro tight*
Shiro: *hugs back* *chuckles* What’s gotten into you? You’re very cuddly today. Not that I am complaining.
Lance: *leans back and beams at Shiro* You wouldn’t believe what happened today, Daddy Shiro! Oh wait. *quickly kisses Shiro’s cheek* 
Shiro: *smiles* Don’t forget to fasten your seatbelt. *starts the car* *looks behind him so he can see* *leaves the parking lot*
Lance: *fastens seatbelt* Okay, okay. So! Today it was announced that we’re going to have a winter recital and it’s The Nutcracker. Guess what my role is? *looks at Shiro excitedly*
Shiro: Surprise me.
Lance: *giddly* *screams* I’m Hans Peter!  Daddy Shiro I’m the—
Shiro and Lance: Nutcracker Prince.
Shiro: *eyes widens* *looks at Lance* LANCE. THAT IS AMAZING!!
Lance: *laughs* I knoooow!!!! *hands in the air* And Dad, hands on the wheel.
Shiro: Ooops, sorry. *goes back to driving* But damn, Lance. This is wonderful. You’re finally… *looks at Lance*
Lance: *flushes* *plays with his fingers* *whispers* I know. *smiles*
Shiro: *pulls Lance for a side hug* I’m really proud of you. *kisses his head*
Lance: Thanks, Dad. And hands on the wheel! *chuckles*

It was the night of the recital and the whole family was present. Lance was fricking nervous, he felt like barfing every damn second. 

Keith: *leans in to Shiro* Got everything covered?
Shiro: *chuckles* I do. Why do you ask every single time?
Keith: *shocked* I’m triple checking! I don’t want to miss this! My son is the friggin Nutcracker Prince there! Forgive for being a little too excited!
Shiro: *squeezes Keith’s hand* Relax. He’ll be fine.
Keith: I know. But I’ve danced in dance concerts before. This thing makes people barf a few seconds before their performance.

When Lance was on stage, Keith cried. But Shiro cried the hardest and no one should blame him. When the dancers lined up to bow, Lance waved at his family while wiping his tears as he chuckled. He did his best and it was enough. So when he joined his family, he got hugs and kisses from all of them.

Lance: Careful with the make-up there. *jokes*
Shiro: Awwww, sweetheart. *cups Lance’s face* That was your best performance yet. You made all of us cry our hearts out. *hugs*
Lance: *smiles sadly* Thanks. Though it’ll be my last.
Hunk and Pidge: WHAT?!
Shiro and Keith: *in complete utter shock*
Hunk: Lance, what are you talking about?
Lance: *shoulders sagging down* I’m retiring.
Keith: You’re 15. You’re too young to retire—
Shiro: *stops Keith* Let him finish.
Lance: *looks up at them and forces a smile* I love ballet don’t get me wrong. But I know that I’m not as good as everyone here.
Shiro: Lance, don’t say that. *frowns*
Lance: I know, Daddy Shiro. *sighs* I know it, okay? No matter what I do, I just can’t be as good as the others.
Pidge: But you got the Prince role. Pretty sure that’s a big deal.
Lance: *starts tearing up* I got lucky. We hardly have male dancers so they were kinda stuck with me.
Hunk: Awww, Lance. *hugs Lance tight* You were really great out there tonight. Like a real prince from a fairytale! 
Lance: Thanks, big guy. *chuckles* I wanted this last one to be my best. I wanted all of you to be proud of me. *looks at his family nodding and smiling at him* *smiles while wiping his tears*
Shiro: You sure about this, buddy?
Lance: *nods* I wanted to keep ballet and baseball, but I can’t really do both at the same time. Plus, I’m pretty good at baseball.
Keith: *nods in agreement* I have to agree on that. Though stop dancing too much while you’re on the mount, alright? It’s embarrassing for me
Lance: *laughs* I can’t help it! I’m a ballet dancer!

anonymous asked:

can u tell us more about the historical au :0???

im just gonna make this a coherent hc post lmfao get ready:

  • this goes under the assumption that he was born jan 28th 1924
  • my hc has changed a bit since the original post 2 months ago bc of further thought and research and corrections
  • now while i’d love to be like “nico was anti-fascist blah blah blah– probably not. nico’s grandfather is confirmed to be an aristocrat (Lord Whatever Di Angelo) meaning his family owns land. Meaning Nico is part of an aristocracy. Meaning Nico’s fucking loaded lmfao.
    • Fascism was great if you were rich. Like it directly benefited aristocracies like the ones Nico was a part of. Chances are his family is aligned with them.
    • I’m not sure if Maria di Angelo would have brought up her children against the aristocracy or not, cause we never really saw much of her character to know her that well. I guess it depends on whether or not she was estranged for having two children out of wedlock (OH BOY!!) with a possible foreigner
      • So if she WAS estranged I would say- no. Nico and his sister and his mother were against the aristocracy and v much did not like Mussolini’s politics
      • Buuuuut if they WEREN’T estranged I would say Nico would be neutral to Mussolini. He wouldn’t have necessarily been against fighting for the Italian government in the war if necessary. If anything he’d be a rich member of a rich family that directly benefited from their political prowess and the current situation in government
  • So a big thing in the early-mid 20th century was nationalism. Even if Nico wasn’t pro-fascism or pro-Mussolini, he was DEFINITELY pro-Italy, anti-Commie, anti-Germany, the works.
  • Childhood things: played football (soccer for us western plebs), military school, his friend Pietro! Oh boy! (Who also ended up fighting in the North-African campaign, meaning he was at least two or three years older than Nico)
  • Now, depending on how high-up Nico’s grandpa was, Nico likely not only attended the execution of one Mr. Benito Mussolini, but also the funeral
    • After WW2 his grandfather might have either been targeted, criminalized, or assassinated/executed depending on his exact status amongst the government or community? Dunno how that would directly affect his kids or grandkids, but if he was looked at in a bad light the Di Angelo Name wouldn’t be a fun one to have
  • I don’t think he ever finds out he’s a demigod, personally. I think by the time Nico turns ten, his father is too caught up with the impending war and his older sons who will be fighting to spend so much time with the Di Angelo’s and Nico just remembers him vaguely at the back of his mind.
    • He questions the possible witchcraft/dark magic/necromancy at play amongts his brothers (he doesn’t know that they’re related) and ignores it but he feels a tug towards it.
      • IMAGINE. strong catholic nico di angelo feeling drawn towards witchcraft/dark magic/necromancy. confession is his fucking lifeline.
        • “father I came to confess my sins”
        • “Mio Dio, again???? listen we know u wanna summon dead people, it’s getting old. you don’t need to keep telling us amico we get it it’s boring. just!! don’t fuckin do it!!”
        • “but father-”
        • “please. we will pay you to stop”
    • Other scenario: Maria tells him at a young age that he’s the son of Hades. Bc he knows the war is a result of fighting between Hades and Poseidon/Zeus, the war isn’t political anymore- it’s familial. He would be more prone to supporting the Axis powers to support his father/brothers
  • By the time he’s 21 and finished with his mandatory military education, the war is over, so he hasn’t fought but he trained for it. So, he gets a degree in Medicine (im romantic ok)
  • THE SPICY PART: i think nico gets married. to like, a girl. BUT HEAR ME OUT. 28yo nico in 1952. he gets married to a girl bc his mother is like “wow that girl SURE IS NICE nico im definitely not pushing you to her to strengthen relations from our family to that family [eyeball emojis]”
    • but wait, there’s more! they have a child in 1955. just one (crazy i know) and their marriage is. rocky at best, stiff, awkward, they don’t love each other but theyre friends so they make it work for a while? plus they’ve got a kid to raise so!! hell is real.
    • They get divorced in 1972 (Nico is 48, his kid is 17 so almost out of the house anyway.) I imagine on pretty decent terms. Like nico sits down and he’s like. Listen, honey (vomits) i only married you to make my granddad and my mom happy. you’re nice but im gay and this is really draining my psyche.
      • “fuck me too!!! shit fam!!” they’re both gay sike
      • the kid is cool w it. they don’t really care tbh they saw the separation coming
      • BUT OH BOY!! divorce isn’t fun for them for two main reasons: they’re catholic, and it’s the 70s.
      • Now, you cannot get divorced if you’re catholic. You just can’t. you can get anulled, but that’s a special circumstance issue and they’re not about to stroll up and say “hey my partner is gay so uh can we get anulled??” and possibly get estranged from their own churches (they’re still catholic) so they separate and they divorce under the government (dawg divorce has only been legal for two years at this point do you know how spicy that is) (1974 and the referendum from the vatican rolls out: months of fear that their divorce is no longer legitimate before the referendum is defeated)
      • So with a divorce nico is p much fine bc #DudesHadItEasy but Nico’s ex would be in Literal Hell. Remember Mad Men? Yeah.
      • Nico will never get married after this. Gay marriage will never be legal in a catholic church, he cannot get married ANYWAY bc he’s still technically married to his ex under their eyes, and gay marriage won’t be legalized in his lifetime.
  • BOY i’d love to get into the terrible gay time that was the 80s (gay people being outed everywhere all at once, the AIDs epidemic. Pushing Nico even further away from the public eye as a gay person.
  • I imagine he eventually finds a partner, but he’ll be p old. like. 1980s or smth. He’ll be in his 60s so. IDK.
  • I think he dies in like. 2006. He’s 82. He’s had a good long life and has a good kid. 


Time Lapse|Prologue

//The world was moving too fast around him. Everything was a blur, nothing seemed to slow down. Nothing but the numbers, those damn numbers nobody but him seemed to care about. He looked around frantically, searching for a sign, something he could hold on to. The world started to turn. His head was spinning almost as fast as his heart was thumping. It was making him dizzy and confused. He was lost. His whole life he’d waited for this time to come. Everything revolved around now, each moment for this countdown to finally reach its end.


// soonyoung x reader

// word count: 1687

Originally posted by 17-percent

  “You’ll do fine, Soonyoung.”

  The young boy recalled his mother’s fond words before she left him for his first day in kindergarten, took a deep breath, and walked into the loud room. There were already many other children, all his age, running around and drawing and talking and generally making a lot more noise than they should. Soonyoung immediately felt at ease. He’d been afraid all the other children would be more serious than he was, that they’d all look at him and know he wasn’t meant to be great at school. He’d been scared that he wouldn’t fit in with the crowd, that he’d be too loud and energetic for the rest of them. To him, kindergarten seemed like a faraway world, when childhood wasn’t allowed anymore. That scared Soonyoung more than anything. When he entered the room and saw all the jumping and running around, he was relieved out of his mind.  

  He dropped his bag under a free chair and joined a group of other boys who were huddled around something he couldn’t see. He made his way through the circle fairly easily, considering he was quite small for his age. One of them shoved the others around so he could stand with them. “Yah! Make room for other people you big fatties! Hi!” he said. “My name is Jihoon. What’s yours?”

  Soonyoung looked down at Jihoon. It was a rare thing, but the boy was even shorter than him, and looked way too young to be in his year. He didn’t let himself be fooled by his chubby cheeks and small frame, though. The boy looked fierce enough for three and he’d actually managed to push people away so Soonyoung could join them.

  “I’m Soonyoung. What are you looking at?”

  Another boy, this time almost half a foot taller than Soonyoung, spoke up. He had this bored look on his face, thin-framed glasses sitting on his nose. “We’re comparing clocks. Wanna see mine?”

  As soon as he said that, Soonyoung’s hand went to his long sleeved shirt, covering his left wrist. The other boys cheered and the one that had spoken up - Soonyoung learned later his name was Wonwoo - waited a few seconds, just for show, and exposed his wrist to them. On his arm was a digital clock, identical to Soonyoung’s own, and a countdown had already started on it, slowly making its way to 0. Wonwoo’s clock, though, had a lot less numbers than his. He only had 367d 3h 22m 6s left. All the others gasped. It was the lowest they’d ever seen a clock for someone their age.

  “That’s only a year!” squeaked one of them. “You’re gonna meet them next year!”

  “I know,” Wonwoo replied, almost expressionless. It was hard reading him. Soonyoung wasn’t sure if he was being dramatic, smug, or both.

  “But aren’t you scared?” All faces turned towards him. The words had slipped from his mouth before he could think, and now everyone was judging him, waiting for him to add something even more ridiculous.

  Wonwoo frowned, and replaced his sleeve. “No. Why would I be scared? We’re all gonna meet our soulmates anyways. The earlier, the better, right?”

  There it was. The famous word. Soulmate. Soonyoung felt a chill running up his spine as he heard it. For some reason, Soonyoung was terrified of this word, of his clock, of what this countdown meant; he had always been. Like every other children, he’d been told by his parents what the countdown on his wrist meant fairly early. They’d told him the meaning of the word soulmate, and its deeper, realer meaning in life. They’d told him there was someone, out there, with the same countdown, to the second, waiting to meet him, and it terrified him. How could Wonwoo accept so calmly that in about a year, he would meet the person he was meant to spend the rest of his life with?

   When he voiced this thought, the taller boy simply shrugged. “It’s not like we decide, Soonyoung. I know this person is gonna be right for me, because it’s just how it is.”

  “But what if it’s not like you expect? What if they’re not right for you? What if you don’t like them? What if they don’t love you? Haven’t you ever thought of that?”

  Wonwoo only shrugged further, seemingly indifferent. “That’s exactly what a soulmate isn’t about. There’s no risk of you not going well together, or else it would be useless. Imagine if we had to find love without knowing if the person is right for you. We’d always be taking risks, we’d never be sure if it’s gonna last or if the other really is the one for you. You could pass on your real soulmate without knowing it. That’s way more scary.”

  All the other kids seemed to agree with Wonwoo, as they hummed and nodded their head at what he said. Soonyoung looked down. He’d been right, after all. He didn’t fit in with the others. No one else seemed to understand him. Having a soulmate was burdenful. Everyone expected you to find one another and fall in love, just because it was meant to be. Soonyoung wanted to experience love, and fall for someone he knew was right for him, but not to fall in love because he was obligated to.

   The conversation went on around him, but the young boy was not really in the mood anymore. He went back to where he’d left his bag, sat down, and waited for the teacher to announce the start of the day. When lunch arrived, he didn’t sit with the group he was with earlier, even though Jihoon gestured for him to join them. Soonyoung felt a little downed by what had happened. He hadn’t expected the other kids to bring up the subject on the first day, let alone be so calm about it.

   He was thoughtlessly picking at his carrots when someone sat in front of him. Looking up, he saw a boy that was standing in the circle earlier, but hadn’t said anything. He was a bit taller than Soonyoung, and a soft smile was gracing his features. “Hi,” said the boy, “I’m Junhui. I don’t think I introduced myself earlier.”

  Soonyoung shrugged. “Everyone was pretty focused on the countdowns anyway. It’s okay.”

   There it was again. Junhui smiled at him. Not a big wide smile like the other kids when he’d arrived, but a small, tight-lipped one. It was soft and understanding; the shorter boy, for some reason, was reminded of his mother.

   “You don’t have to listen to what Wonwoo says. He’s very smug about his clock, and acts like he doesn’t care, but I know him.” Junhui came forward, like he was about to tell him a secret. “He’s probably going to start freaking out and crying a week before the end of his countdown, and is gonna stop going out until his parents force him. He may look tough, but he’s really a softie.” Soonyoung let out a discreet snort, but said nothing. That only seemed to egg Junhui on. “It’s okay to be scared, you know. My mom’s best friend will meet her soulmate next month and she’s been a literal bag of nerves for almost a year now. She’s always been a difficult person and now she’s scared that her soulmate is not gonna meet up to her expectations. I even heard a story of someone who’s soulmate didn’t have the same countdown as them. That’s an urban legend, of course, but still, it scares a lot of people. Oh and my dad actually was drowning when he met my mom. She’s the one who saved him. A lot of things can happen when meeting your soulmate, you never know what it’s gonna be like.” Junhui kept talking as if he was alone. He was eating and ranting, food sometimes dangling off his mouth. Soonyoung was thankful for him, even though he was thinking the boy was very talkative, even for someone his age. He knew he was saying all these things because he’d noticed how upset he’d been after speaking to Wonwoo. 

  “When are you gonna meet yours?” Soonyoung blurted the question out suddenly, cutting Junhui in his explanation of how his uncle had met his soulmate by losing his dog. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. You don’t have to show me if you don’t want to.”

  The taller boy didn’t even looked at his wrist. “January 15th, 2014, 3:46PM.” He was softly stroking his sleeve, and the smile was back on his face, this time a bit more dreamy. “I haven’t looked at my clock for almost a year. I just memorized the date and then I forgot about the countdown.”

  A short silence followed Junhui’s statement. He looked lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, then looked Soonyoung in the eye. “Do you ever think about who they’re gonna be?”

  Soonyoung shook his head. He didn’t like thinking about it. “I don’t want to build up expectations and then be disappointed.” That was the answer he used to give to his uncles and aunts when they asked how he wanted his soulmate to be.

  “I don’t mean like that. I just… sometimes I like to invent personalities for them. Maybe they’ll be a fan of Guardian Angel. I often think they won’t know how to cook, like my dad. I’m not building an ideal type, it’s like a game. Imagine if they’re a famous actor. That would be so cool. I’d like it if they danced, though. Dancing is so impressive. I wonder how tall they’ll be.”

  And with that, Junhui was gone in his own little world, imagining and putting together stories about his soulmate. The smaller boy looked at him in awe. He was starting to think there was a reason he’d met the Chinese boy.

   For the first time, Soonyoung pulled up his sleeve and properly looked at the clock on his wrist. The numbers were going down rhythmically, hypnotizing in a certain way. And for the first time, Soonyoung longed for the moment the countdown would reach zero.   

//admin cora//

anonymous asked:

What if s/o felt insecure about themselves or feeling like they aren't good for them?

If s/o didn’t think they where good enough for them

Edd: He’s honestly pretty confused by how you feel, he tells you that your both just people who happened to click. That neither of you is above one another, he wants to make sure that you know your equals in the relationship and that he loves you very much. Of course he tells you these things nonchalantly because he sees this as pretty silly.

Matt: “Oh darling, no ones good enough for me” he says this with a serious expression and turns his face from you, ((he’s waiting for a laugh before he speaks on it but if you don’t he’s gonna feel extremely bad and quickly tells you he was only kidding.)) once he hears them laugh he gets up smiling with a small chuckle coming over to his s/o and sits in front of them on the floor wrapping his arms around their waist and smiling up at them. After a moment of staring into their eyes lovingly he begins to tell them every single thing that he loves about them and when he’s done he stands up and gives them a quick kiss on the tip of their nose.

Tom: He’s gonna burst out laughing once he hears them say that they aren’t good enough for him. Unintentionally coming off as very insensitive, but once he’s done he’d tell them that if anything he’s not good enough for them. He goes on a little rant about all the things that he thinks is wrong with him and why they’d deserve better and why they do deserve better. This turns into a pity party between him and his s/o but they’d go back and forth about what they think is wrong and turn it into sweet things. Tom and they’d sit there for as long as it takes and just go back and forth on each thing they think is wrong with themselves and how they are, only for the other to tell them they either love that about them, don’t care about that, or think of ways that can fix that.

Tord: Tord would just hum off what his s/o has said. He’s not really sensitive towards other people, he has no opinion on what was said and just try’s to move past it or just ignore it. If his s/o keeps on about the topic or he notices them becoming distraught because of this he’d simply tell them that he just likes them and to stop thinking that way with a bit of blush on his face. He’s not good with this, he means well but it’s hard for him to communicate.

things you should definitely 100% not think about when you think about philip shea (except do because philip shea is perfect and you should always think about him)

- Okay, first of all, don’t think about how Philip was literally almost shot and actually did literally beg for his life for a moment and allowed himself to be scared about that for approximately .5 seconds before sucking it up and remaining seemingly calm for pretty much the rest of the show (except for when he realized tommy and tracey were in danger. because philip shea cares about other people. but once they are gone, he accepts it quickly and moves on. that is philips’ like number one skill. accept and move on. don’t think about why that is).

- Don’t think about how he somehow got to the city in the middle of the night and then didn’t even risk going inside. Don’t think about how he just curled up on the couch outdoors as if this was a common, acceptable place for him to sleep and passed out, alone, after almost being killed.

- Don’t think about how he goes from saying “I’m done. can’t go back, can’t go back there” to accepting he can’t live with him mom again in approximately ten seconds. He doesn’t argue too much about it. Doesn’t beg or plead or threaten to run away. Just says “I know” and gives his mom cigarettes and then sits and comes out to her because she wants to hear nice things about him and to him, lukas liking him back enough to kiss him is a nice thing.

- Don’t think about how when given the opportunity, Philip will sit next to a man who has almost definitely abused him and just do nothing but pretend the guy likes him.

- Don’t think about his honest confusion when he asks “Why not” after Lukas says he didn’t have sex with Rose.

- Don’t think about how Philip is so calm and willing to do or be whatever the person he loves (read: his mom and Lukas) needs him to be. I mean, yes, he tells Lukas no that one time and calls him on his shit other times, but really, overall, the kid is willing to put himself on the line for those he cares about: “Had to be cool for my mom—I can be cool for you to.” “What do you want me to say? I’ll say whatever you want.” Ugh, he just—he tells Lukas not to drink the hand sanitizer but then three seconds later he does the same thing, no questions asked, because Lukas tells him to. Don’t even get me started on the whole Rose debacle.

- Lukas freaks out when Philip hands him a condom, Philip minimizes it and says “It’s okay. it’s okay, it’s fine” coaxes him back down and no more pressure to do anything. Philip tells Lukas he told his mom about them, Lukas says “There’s nothing to say” and Philip just nods quickly, “Okay.” Doesn’t argue. Doesn’t call Lukas on anything. Just says okay and then offers to take Lukas into the city cause he thinks that will help him.

- Philip won’t get Lukas drugs, but he will help Lukas look for things to sell when he asks and go with him to the pawn shop and wait outside while he does it.

- And, like, I’m not saying this to say Philip is a pushover or weak, he’s not- he’s just contained. All the time. He is the stable one. The calm one. He is careful not to push too much. He thinks of solutions and waits to see if they will actually be listened to but is very, very cautious with actually being assertive with his ideas/wants/needs. He is just so much more attuned to everyone else.

- Oh, ALSO, don’t think too much about how Philip overheard Gabe and Helen arguing about him and chose to step out and put himself in that line of fire anyway. He could have just hung back and waited a little. Or, fuck, run off until things cooled down. But Gabe was being yelled at and they were arguing and so he decided to step in. Cause Philip wants to keep everyone happy.

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anonymous asked:

shouto n his gf have parents who are rivals and when they find out their kids are dating, they try to break them apart?? :0

Ok first of all I want to say sorry for taking so long. I’ve been feeling like shit this past few days because apparently I have sinusitis and each time I grabbed my phone to write it was like HEADACHE OVERLOAD and yeah.

Anyways, thanks for the request! I really love it and would love to write a never-ending fic about this but well…I have a life, supposedly.

I did a long one to compensate just how long it took me to reply…I’m so sorry. 

“Todorokis are a plague that need to be exterminated”

It was hard for you not to remember your mother’s words.

“Endeavor…that man doesn’t have a clue on what being a hero is about! He’s just a frustrated man who needs an excuse to fight and show off his power. Pathetic. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself! And I’m pretty sure no kid raised under those values can be any good!”

She kept repeating that every time she heard the oh so insulting “T” name that was almost a forbidden curse inside your household. Whenever Endeavor appeared on the news while you were having dinner, your mother lost her appetite. And you could perfectly remember her cancelling the subscription to her favorite magazine just because the man was on the cover. That’s just how much she hated him. And it was mutual, apparently.

You weren’t completely sure why nor when the conflict started, but you knew it wasn’t just a little quarrel. It was pure, utter hatred.

And let’s not forget that, inevitably, hate is a much contagious disease. It spreads, both the offer and demand. Since you not only started hating Endeavor too, but also the loathing spread to everything that had something to do with him. Being his quirk, his costume, his ridiculous beard, or even his family.

At least, until the day you met HIM…

“Todorokis are not real heroes…”

Tell that to his amazing power, to his overflowing honor, to the way he took care of the citizens while his father did nothing to show off his talents when villains blew up a building.

“Todorokis are cowards, selfish chickens…”

Tell that to all the evil bastard’s ass he had to kick to make his way through the debris and save the trapped victims.

“Todorokis are mean and unfair”

Tell that to his respectful words, to his kind manners, to his soft hands as they picked your beated body up from the ground and took you to safety.

“Todorokis are evil”

Tell that to the way your heart raced as you lied within his arms.

Everything had happened so fast. One second you were together with your mother, helping people evacuate an office, and the next you were trapped under crushing concrete. A organization of villains had tried to rob the building, and immediately some of the few heroes nearby showed up to help. Your mother told you to go with her, since you could maybe gain a bit of experience, and sent you inside to help the citizens escape. However, as you were finishing your duty, a villain thought it would be a great idea to use his explosive quirk, and the edifice began to collapse. Of course, “heroes” like Endeavor didn’t bat an eye to issue, since they didn’t want to let the villains escape. And it didn’t matter how hard you shouted for someone to help you and the other trapped victims, your words seemed mute in the middle of that folly.

You couldn’t breathe, your torso was being badly squashed, and each intake of air was more of an intake of dust. Desperation grew inside you as you heard the cries of the others, the people you couldn’t save, and felt the guilt crushing you even harder than the debris you had on top. The urge to pass out was trying to pull your eyes close, pain and exhaustion didn’t want you awake, but you couldn’t let yourself faint right then. You were a hero, you needed to do something!

Your vision blurred, your shouts began to trail off as coughs took over your throat, and your body wad about to give up on you…when suddenly the person you were least expecting to appear entered the shattered room like a red and white flash, burning the hindering debris to ashes, and protecting the citizens with giant walls of ice.

Your eyes would have widened in shock, but you were way too wretched to even gasp at the heroic image of Todoroki Shoto, your supposed natural rival, risking his own safety to help you out of danger.

“Hey! Can you hear me?” he asked, seeing you couldn’t move “are you conscious??”

You nodded, even though you knew you weren’t going to last awake much longer. He meanwhile pulled your body out of the debris trap and carried you in his arms, trying to find a way out. But you didn’t want that. You were a hero too! You needed to help! Maybe there were still trapped people! Anxiousness wouldn’t let you stay still, as you clumsily tried to use your remaining energies to escape his grip

“Stay calm” he said, pressing his unnaturally cold hand against your forehead. In less than a minute you were already out of the crumbling building, and you could feel by his ragged breath and shaking limbs that he was rather worn out himself “I already took care of all the other victims”

Frustration wouldn’t let you feel any thankful yet…how could it be?? How could it be that your rival was the one who saved you? It was humiliating, uncomfortable, and it felt utterly wrong.

“This…not right” even though your voice was groggy and shaky, you managed a complaint.

“What’s not right?” His words were dry and concrete, was he always that serious? It was making you upset, since he was nothing alike what you thought he was “I’m a hero, I’m just doing my job”

“I…my mother…hates your father” was everything you managed to voice out.

“Don’t worry” he snorted, rolling his eyes “I hate him too”

There wasn’t even time for you to feel the shock of his words, as he suddenly placed your body on the ground with careful ease, making sure not to hurt you even worst. His legs gave up on him three seconds later, forcing him to sit down, and he lied next to you as he tried to catch his breath.

“Thank you” you muttered, swallowing your pride, trying not to let your eyes explore his image with approval.

And, as he looked at you with disbelief, you gifted him a kind smile.

“You’re welcome” was that red on his cheeks? “How are you feeling?”

“I can’t tell you the truth without sounding like a sissy” You joked, turning your body to the side to face him, and feeling an unexplainable warmness as you saw him do the same thing “what about you? Are you hurt?”

“No, just tired” he answered, taming the smile threatening to take his lips “not all the people I carried were light-weighted”

“Thanks for saving everyone though, I honestly didn’t think you would lose the chance to fight a villain”

“And let people get hurt?” he arched a brow.

“Sorry, I’ve been badly informed about you, apparently” you apologized timidly, feeling stupid all of a sudden “our families aren’t in good terms”

“I know, but I don’t trust my father’s judgement. So I preferred not to hate you until met you properly”

“Do you hate me now?”

“No” he chortled “you are actually kind of cool”

“[name]!!!” a scream of your mother interrupted you, making you aware of just how worried she might have been “[name], where are you!?”

Crap, you needed to move! If she saw you together with the flaming devil’s son she would surely have a rage fit, you had to leave! But there were two issues stopping you: first, you were sure there was no way your legs would answer your commands and take you out of there, you were exhausted. And, secondly, you kind of didn’t wanted to say goodbye to your savior.

So when he shakily stood up, giving you the relief of saving you from your mother’s scolding…you couldn’t help but feel sad for his departure.

“Wait!” you exclaimed unthinkingly, grabbing his wrist and preventing him from run away. He turned around, wide-eyed, not understanding your pained look. Nor his own “Will we ever see each other again?”

“I don’t know…I guess it depends on if you are willing to take the risk” he looked away from your eyes, unprepared for such a sudden compromising conversation.

“Fine by me”

You smiled, oddly satisfied by the way his face lit up as he heard you. He couldn’t explain, even less express the way his heart suddenly backfliped inside his chest. He wasn’t a word’s man, that was obvious. But you were sure he was about to say something else when he was cut off by yet another scream of your mother in the distance.

“[name]!!!” she sounded closer now, just a few meters away.

“I have to go” he purposely ran his fingers through your hand as he got away from your grip. Timid complaints were bubbling inside your mouth, only to be dried out by his following words"See you tomorrow night at the local park"

And with that said, off he went. Leaving you all flustered and in a love-struck state.

Five solid months were spent undercover. Hidden kisses, hands holding under tables, express hugs and whispering “I love you"s shared in secret meetings only you two could know about. What was this? Romeo and Juliet? Only that without the tragic ending, you hoped. Since you were outstandingly happy by Shoto’s side. 

After that random day in which you met, you two started dating behind your parents’ backs.

It was surely kind of annoying having to hide all the time, plus your time together being unfairly reduced. You almost never visited each other’s house fearing your parents may arrive early and catch you, so all of your dates had to be outside. And those weren’t much safer either. Even though you weren’t well known heroes yet, your parents surely well. And their famous rivalry wan’t ignored by the public. If anyone happened to see you and Shoto dating and took a picture, it would have gone viral within a minute. 

But you really liked him, and you knew he liked you back. You were not going to let those hindrances affect such a beautiful relationship you had managed to form. Even if you had to disguise, you weren’t going to give up on Shoto. And you managed to deal with the situation quite good.

However, one certain afternoon, you and your boyfriend had a random encounter which wasn’t exactly a date.

A rather powerful villain, one with a shape-shifting quirk that enabled them to turn into a monster the size of an edifice, had appeared in town. And of course, the best heroes jumped to the rescue and made their appearance in no time. That included you and your mom. And that included Shoto and Endeavor.

As soon as you saw him standing there, next to his father, pretending to listen his orders, your beat almost froze in time. Your eyes locked, and a shared amount of panic was exchanged. It was the first time you two were together at the same place than your parents.

You were confused, the probability of meeting in this kind of situation was so minimal you hadn’t even consider it before. The day you met each other had been odd enough already. But as you looked into each other’s eyes, it wasn’t even necessary for you to speak to agree on playing it cool. You had to pretend nothing happened, that’s all. It couldn’t possibly be that hard, right?


After a few angry glances and muttered insults between Endeavor and your mother, you finally got into action and began attacking the villain. Damn, he was strong. Many other heroes were already out of combat after the first five minutes, and the ones who remained fighting rapidly became out of breath.

Todoroki was hopelessly trying to freeze its feet to the ground, but let’s just say it wasn’t that effective with Endeavor using his fire right beside him. Team work wasn’t their forte, apparently. But you and your mother had a better communication, and you had managed to completely immobilize it’s right hand.

Perfect, that meant he had an unprotected side now, a weak point, and that a well centered attack could finally finish him off. Your mother was a quick thinker, and saw the chance to use her quirk to distract the beast and let you an open path to attack.

“[name]!” she signaled you, telling you to give the final blow “now!!”

However, as you were about to follow her order and finish the job for once and for all, one of the wide, rumbling steps of the villain caused a streetlight post to fall onto Todoroki’s leg, immobilizing him right in front of the monster.

He was stuck, the beast was approaching him with no good intentions, and Endeavor was way too distracted to notice. He was in danger.

“[name]! What are you doing!!?” your mother screamed, as she saw you ignoring her orders and running towards your troubled boyfriend.

“Returning a favor!”

Images of the day you two met came like a flash into your mind: you being trapped in the debris, Shoto risking his life as he made his way inside and carried you out, and the beautiful way in which he smiled as you thanked him.

You couldn’t leave him alone, you needed to save him.

“[name], no!” Shoto panicked as he saw you sanding in front of him, protecting him like a guard dog from a danger you couldn’t possibly defeat. Even though you had immobilized its right hand, the left was still free. And that was more than enough to crush you “leave! You’ll get hurt”

But you were firm in your position, ready to fight whatever would attack you. Ready to be a real hero. 

“I’m not going anywhere if you don’t come with me”

Your mother, staring from afar, couldn’t believe what she was actually listening. She was furious, but mostly out of confusion, since everything was happening way too fast for her to grasp it. Endeavor, as soon as he noticed the situation, was literally flaming with rage.

Yet, before he could voice his anger, the villain gave you a swift hit that sent you flying against the wall of a nearby building with a loud crash. 

“NO!!” Both your mother and your boyfirend screamed in unison, horror building up in their stomachs as they saw you slumped against the hard, concrete floor. 

Endeavor took the situation as the perfect distraction and, as the enemy was way too pleased with himself admiring your unconscious body, he attacked by the right side and finished him off, making his monstrous figure return to the one of a normal human being lying on the road. It was over. 

Your mother was already besides you, trying to shake you awake, and calling an ambulance as she noticed you had bumped your head quite badly.

Todoroki pulled as hard as he could to free himself from the post, but it was his father who finally helped him out.

“ [name]!” He explained, approaching you as fast as he possibly could with his injured leg. He had probably broke it, but he couldn’t care less at the moment. All he cared about, was your health. 

“Shoto, for fuck’s sake!” Endeavor grabbed his arm and tried to take him away from you by force “Why do you even care about her anyways!?”

“Because she’s my girlfriend and I love her”

Shock made the man lose the force on his grip, and Todoroki took the chance to get away from him and awry run towards your side. Your mother looked at  him warily at first, but couldn’t find herself stopping him as he grabbed you between his arms, and began to use his quirk to cool the wounded part of your head. She was about to say something, to voice an innate opposition based on irrational hate…when the sound of your voice cut her off:

“Shoto?” You whispered, opening your eyes and unconsciously getting closer to the heat of his chest “My head hurts”

“I know” He said, trying to position your body more comfortably against his “Your mother just called an ambulance, don’t worry”

She didn’t know if it was because of the gentleness of his actions, or maybe because the truly affectionate, devoted look in his eyes…but something in that boy made her feel you were safe there with him. And that she shouldn’t intervene.

However, Endeavor didn’t seem to think the same way.

“You idiot!” he yelled over the sound of the sirens of the approaching ambulance “Of all the women on earth why her!? Why the rival!?”

He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he helped your mother carrying you onto the stretcher. And as your mother turned around to explain the medics what had happened, he took your hand in his, and looked at his father with soulful, burning eyes.

“She is not the enemy, she is my best friend” He said loud and clear, no fear staining his words “And if you are planning to break us apart, let me tell you, father…that you’ll be my new rival” 

AAAAA there were just so many things I wanted to write about this…but it was becoming eternal. I hope this is what you wanted! Let me know if there’s something you would like me to change. 


Pairing: Regulus Black x Lily Evans; background James Potter x Sirius Black

AU: Modern, non-magical, Tinder AU

Word Count: 2,331

Written For: @reghoulus + @takeupserpents [#regulily gospel crew]

Lily starts dating James Potter in early September.

It lasts three weeks.

She gently breaks up with him after he rearranges his entire class schedule—changing his proposed majorfrom Criminal Justice to Discrete Mathematics in the process—so that he can ‘spend more time with Sirius’.

James seems genuinely upset by the news.

“Is this about Sirius?” he bleats, slouching into the truly ridiculous depths of his burgundy leather couch. “Because the cuddling—it’s, like, super fucking no homo, okay, there are hand checks and a bro code and the bro code clearly states that morning wood is, like, subconscious, right, you can’t blame us for—”

Abruptly, he cuts himself off, squinting at a platinum Crate & Barrel candlestick like it might tell him exactly what was wrong with literally everything he’d just said.

Lily sighs.

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Eldarya - Episode 5 Guide

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Maana Needed: 1250 - 1700

Gardienne Dialogues


A. Well, I would like it to be Nevra who takes care of my room… +0 (Leads to Ezarel’s or Valkyon’s Illustration)
B.  Well, I would like it to be Ezarel who takes care of my room… +0 (Leads to Nevra’s or Valkyon’s Illustration)
C.  Well, I would like it to be Valkyon who takes care of my room…  +0 (Leads to Ezarel’s or Nevra’s Illustration)

(You will only get two of the following options depending of what you chose on the previous one.)

A. I see… So, I think I will ask Nevra to help me. +0 (Leads to Illustration)
B. I see… So, I think I will ask Ezarel to help me. +0 (Leads to Illustration)
C. I see… So, I think I will ask Valkyon to help me. +0 (Leads to Illustration)

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Her (Young!Sirius Black xReader)

Summary:  Imagine Sirius Black Realising that he is falling in love with you

Warning:  swearing

A/N: This is a wee experimental post it wasn’t requested but I came up with it , like most for my ideas. On my third pot of coffee at 3am with 0 hours sleep (but hey that’s when my best ideas happen). I don’t wanna spell it out cause I’m sure yous guys are all smart enough to work it out but this one although a Sirius black x reader imagine is written from Remus point of view, I thought it was cute and interesting to see it from his point of view, finally his best friend falling in love . Anyways my darlings I hope you enjoy. ~ Rae

P.S. I am very much In the mood to write marauders imagines just now, particularly Sirius and Remus (sorry James!) and I write at best when I am inspired. I also have written a lot of Draco x readers recently and am struggling to write about him, so any requests for Draco are on hold for a little bit till I get the wee love affair for the marauders out of my system, of course keep sending them in and they will be answered, they are just on the back burner for a moment. Okay shut up Rae and just get on with it 


“This cannot be happening SIRIUS BLACK DOES NOT FALL IN LOVE especially with a snot nose goodie two shoes like her ” Sirius wailed as he paced around the room then dramatically flung himself down on his bed

“Shut up, you git!” James hissed at him flinging a pillow at him “it’s fucking two o’clock in the morning, I have a quidditch match in the morning and ITS NOT THE FUCKING END OF THE WORLD”

“Oh but it is prongs, oh but it is” he sighed, being an ultimate drama queen

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