s fine

“Look,” Yellow said, inhaling deeply, “I’m sorry. For Rose Quartz’s trial. I knew how difficult it was, and I just made it harder for you. I understand if you’re angry.”

“It’s fine.”

Zircon wasn’t sure if it was. But she looked at the gem next to her — a zircon just like her, made in the same batch, someone she’d worked alongside for four thousand years — and she couldn’t be mad. They’d both grown since the trial. She could see it in Yellow’s eyes, and in how Yellow looked at her in response.

Made a fake screenshot based off of a crappy De Facto doodle I did a few days ago. Highly doubt that this would pass as a real fake leak but it’s arguably a huge improvement from the first fake screenshot I made.

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If Your Goal is Not Publication

Anonymous asked: “What is your thoughts about online writers and fan fiction writers, on tumbler and other sites? I don’t think I really want to publish my work, I have my job and life and a story has been on my mind so I decided to write a little when I find the time, if I finished it I would love to share it some how.”

If your goal is not publication, I think it’s perfectly fine to get it out there however you want to get it out there. 

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anonymous asked:

( 1/2 ) Well I don't think he lost his toe at all, and since he can walk just fine everyone else knows that too. But I also think the reason he goes over the top with the story is because it ALMOST happened and it freaked Derek out, and Stiles didn't like that. He worries for Derek, okay? Stiles came to save Derek so of course Derek will think it's HIS fault, and this was not Derek's fault, and Stiles' fine!

( 2/2 ) So now he keeps it from getting too serious by painting Derek as the damsel in distress, which causes Derek to banter back by exaggerating in the other direction, and so it goes. He probably DID have to help Stiles out of there, and it scared Derek. This is how they deal with it. Stiles, successfully, distracts Derek from feeling guilty for what happened.

God, Derek would internalize the hell out of it if Stiles were seriously hurt. That boy does not need any more guilt on his shoulders.

And this makes me wonder about what would have gone down after the rescue. Derek setting Stiles down against a wall somewhere, crouching in front of him, trying to look cool and unaffected but his hands can’t shake off this barely-there tremor, and somehow Stiles is the one to calm down first, swallowing down the burn of his wound, grabbing Derek’s hand and gripping it and forcing out “it’s alright, man. I’m alright, I don’t think it’s bad.” And his voice is too tight because grazed or not he was freaking shot and this really hurts ok but his words seem to calm Derek down, slightly. He lets out a shaky breath, free hand moving over Stiles’ hip and his side, compulsively checking for other injuries he knows perfectly well aren’t there.

Stiles snorts, rolling his eyes and lifting his own free hand to touch Derek’s shoulder.

“Hey, you’re the one who got really shot.” Twice, actually. Once while his body had been shielding Stiles. There’d been too many people there, fire raining out in all directions. Stiles was lucky as hell he’d only been grazed and they both know it.

Derek shrugs off Stiles’ hand as he tugs to check under the edge of his jacket.

“Already healed.” Stiles isn’t sure about that, but he doesn’t push it. If it’s not true, it’s close enough –– the bullets hadn’t hit anything vital, and Derek doesn’t seem to need someone looking after him right now. The tension in his body and the wideness of his eyes are all telling Stiles that helping someone else is what he needs to get better.

So he snorts faintly and waves over his booted foot, leaning forward to hide his face in their close-pressed forearms as Derek’s hand goes down to carefully unlace it.

“Alright, first aid me up. But I’m warning you, if they blew off my toe I’m gonna pass out on you right here.”

The snort of laughter distracts Stiles from the sting as Derek slides off his boot.

Tripping Over the Blue Line (14/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.

Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: A lot of stuff happens here and this is a very long story and a very long season and that’s as much of a spoiler as I can give. I can’t thank you guys enough for your incredible response to this story. @laurnorder, @beautiful-swan & @distant-rose continue to be beacons of light and support and wonderful’ness.
Also on Ao3, FF.net & tag’ed up on Tumblr

He always woke up early.

It used to drive Liam insane – Killian waking up with the sun and there weren’t really any birds in New York except for pigeons, but he woke up with them too, suddenly and regularly as if his eyes were pre-programmed to snap open as soon as the light fell across that tiny apartment above 125th Street.

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anonymous asked:

is it weird that i still refer to my old self as "she" (im a trans boy)? i went by "she" back then, so it feels sort of weird calling myself a he when i wasnt one, like i'm misgendering an old friend i've not seen in years.

Kii says:

When referring to yourself that’s fine, but keep in mind that the majority of trans people very much dislike being misgendered, even if you’re talking about a time when you weren’t out.

So I hear people saying the SLCC TAZ meetup is at two more than I am hearing three, and idk why but it’s FINE cuz I’ll gladly hang out here for two hours, two and three. :D

Can’t wait to see you all, I’ve seen so many cool cosplays already!

ok but seriously like i’m chill with the writers taking the game in a more mature direction if that’s what they wanna do, that’s all fine and dandy, but can we put an age restriction on the site and stop treating the forums like they’re full of people who don’t know what a butt is??? like putting a 13+ age restriction on the game shouldn’t be difficult lmao

either way take off the censorship stuff in the forum cause castiel has been shown smoking in the game explicitly, they’ve literally been drinking together, and candy is straight up considering sex with [insert boy of choice here] so the forums can probably afford to relax a little bit

like, i’d love to be able to openly discuss the episodes without fear of being banned from the forums forever thanks


“Hey Mitch, what’s up?” You questioned, picking up your phone.

Your stomach clenched. Harry was out with some friends having drinks, and getting a call from his friend at two a.m. rather than from Harry himself didn’t set right with you.

“Is Harry okay?” You asked quickly, not giving time for Mitch to respond back with a greeting.

“Yeah, he’s fine. Just really drunk, I don’t think he should drive home and honestly, I don’t think he can order himself an uber without falling up the steps. Do you want me to bring him home or do you want to come get him?” He asked.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. You had tried to stay awake for Harry when he arrived home, but failed and had fallen asleep about an hour before.

“No, we aren’t on your way home. I’ll come get him. Did you stay sober?” I asked, sitting up from the couch, grabbing my shoes by the door and sitting back down to slip them on, holding the phone between my head and shoulder.

“Enough to drive home. You don’t have to worry, your boyfriend on the other hand…got a little crazy.” He spoke with a slight chuckle.

Harry never really drank and got crazy that often but when he did, you never really got upset. He deserved it, he works hard.

He had invited you that night, actually begged you to come with him, but you just weren’t feeling it.

“I’m on my way, I’ll be there soon.” I spoke, grabbing my keys off the marble island that was in the middle of the kitchen.

“Okay, thanks (Y/N).” Mitch spoke, saying a goodbye afterwards and you both hung up.

Turning on the radio and pulling out of the driveway, it wasn’t a long ride before you got to the club.

You could see the lights and hear the music before you had even gotten out of your car.

“Hi, I’m just hear yo pick up my boyfriend.” You spoke to the man that stood, guarding the door.

It occurred to you that most tv shows made these people to be big, and tough but the man standing in front of you was nothing of the sort. Short, skinny and lanky.

He nodded, stepping inside and letting you in.

The lights and music made it somewhat hard to find Harry at first, not being able to scream for his name since the music was practically making your whole body shake.

The lights going on and off and many other colors, made it look like people who didn’t even look like your boyfriend, look like your boyfriend.

Finally, Mitch and Sara spotted you, after you saw them, they waved you over.

You felt odd, wearing only leggings, a tee shirt and running shoes while every other girl in the club was in tight short dresses that let everything hang out.

“(Y/N)!” Harry exclaimed happily, looking at you with a look of awe.

He was defiantly drunk off his rocker.

“Harry, how much have you had to drink?” You asked, almost yelling in his ear so he could hear you.

His lips were wet, plump and pinker than usual.

His eyes held nothing but happiness and a little wild look in them, clearing having a good time.

He had some sweat on his forehead, which you figured was from his dancing and heavy drinking he had done.

“Mmmmm, maybe fo’ or five.” He spoke, smiling at you like a child.

“Harry mate, you’ve had at least 7. I think 3 of them were shots.” Mitch spoke, a hand on Harry’s broad shoulder.

“C'mon H, let’s go home, yeah?” You spoke, tugging on his uncovered tattooed bicep slightly.

“Alright. Bye chasm.” He giggled, laughing at the small joke he had just made.

CHASM was each one of the band members name, and Harry himself had come up with it.

The rest of the band laughed, and said goodbye to us.

The ride home wasn’t quiet to say the least. Harry sang along loudly to every song that came on the radio, even slow hands.

Laughing, I put the car in park. Wanting nothing more than to just go back to sleep, and give him water and headache pills in the morning, which I knew he was going to need once he woke up.

“C'mon Harry.” I spoke, opening the door for him since he was still trying to get off his seat belt.

Rolling my eyes in amusement, I leaned over and did it for him.

“I couldv’ done that yeh know. Just wanted you to d’ it.” He spoke, smiling.

“Okay Styles. C'mon, can you walk?” You asked.

The stumble that he did as soon as he stood up told you no, so latching on to him as you got him into the house and locked the door behind you.

You both got up to the bed room safely, which felt like the biggest accomplishment in the world at that moment since the only thing Harry seemed to be able to do was breathe correctly.

Setting him on the edge of the bed, you went to the closet, quick to get him a pair of red vertically lined pajama pants and a white t shirt.

“I’ve got it love.” He spoke, standing up.

“Maybe not.” He giggled, as he fell back into the bed.

“C'mon, arms up.” You insisted. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt that he was currently wearing, and tugging it over his arms.

Humming came from his throat, and he broke out into song, only this time it was just random lyrics.

Laughing to yourself, you gave him the pants.

“I’m gonna get you water, you can lay down and put these on, right?”

He nodded, still smiling and singing before leaning back.

Walking back into your shared bedroom, Harry was already laid down and under the cover, his pants laid at the end of the bed. Picking them up, you put them in the dirty laundry before handing him the cup of water.

Drowning it down like you figured he did the shots tonight, laying back down next to you, and wrapped his arm around you.

“Thank you love. I love youuuuu.” He sang.

You gave a giggled and snuggled into him.

“I love you too Harry. Now, go to bed.”

  • Michael: Aunt Shinoa... Can I t-talk... P-please?
  • Shinoa: Of course, Michael! You can talk to me whenever you want.
  • Michael: O-oh well... I hoped... Shinoa wouldn't mind keeping it a secret from Father and Dad. A-and most importantly Nii-san...
  • Shinoa: That... Sounds a bit ominous. You don't want to tell your family?
  • Michael: No...
  • Shinoa: It's... Fine. I won't tell anyone.
  • Michael: ...
  • Michael: Does Shinoa... L-like Father? D-does Shinoa like Y-Yuuichirou?
  • Shinoa: Whaa--?
  • Michael: I know...
  • Shinoa: Michael, how exactly--?
  • Michael: I sense people's f-feelings. And why they feel t-that way. I know what people desire, and when they lie to me. I know what p-people think, and I can't make it s-stop.
  • Shinoa: Michael...
  • Michael: I didn't want t-to tell my family... Especially not Nii-san. Because I love Shinoa. And I know Nii-san will hate Shinoa if he knew you l-like Father. I don't want Nii-san to hate Shinoa.
  • Michael: *Sobs*
  • Shinoa: *hugs Michael*
  • Shinoa: My feelings are complicated, but don't worry about it. You are all my family. You are very precious to me, Michael. I won't do anything to hurt you, or your family.
  • Michael: Is there s-something wrong with me...? F-for knowing these things?
  • Shinoa: No. Not at all. I've experienced stranger things.
  • Shinoa: *Smiles gently*
  • Michael: P-please don't tell...
  • Shinoa: It's a promise. You tell when you are ready.
  • *hugs*

My blood counts are up. You guys, I’m getting well again. It’s been a long time. I wish I could celebrate, but it’s a high fatigue/low celebrating money day. That’s fine, though. I’m happy enough. Just thought you’d like to know. :)

few hours ago i just knew this game and played it, and then i learned how to convert my own hairstyle to the game with the help of the developer for like a few hours and its glitched in the game, oh god. xD

it’s fine i’m still new there xD

anonymous asked:

Wait skelinktons can be used as OC's? Oh thank god, I've had tons of OC ideas with them, an I was scared to make them because I didn't know if it was allowed! Also I was scared to ask ;w;

Awww gosh don’t be scared to ask!

I am really chill with people having Skelinkton OCs!!! I am probably not going to do a story with them entirely (like - I might give elements of skelinktons to a character or two in the future, but as for a story with them as a main species? Yeah… not gonna happen), so why keep it to myself? I know that others can take the concept of a skelinkton and expand it to horizons that I can never even think of! 

So go and be creative everyone! Oh! And gosh don’t be afraid to tag me either! I love to see other’s OCs!!!
(though if you can’t that’s completely fine! I’ll be checking the skelinkton tag every so often!)

anonymous asked:

Good vibes! Might be getting stuff for making pride flags today. My mom's really fine with it and is going to help me sew them! (bad news she told me I can't get a binder untill I finish growing, which I really want now but that means I could possible get one next year depending on when my doctor says I'm done growing!)

anonymous asked:

Do you think it's okay to be bothered by healthy ships? I mean, if I tell you sh//din ships make me uncomfortable you'll understand because that's normal, but for personal reasons k/lunk and mainly h/eith make me really uncomfortable and bring up things I'd like to forget. I know these ships aren't bad and I'm not mad at people who like them, and it really confuse me. I know why I really, really dislike these ships, but I also feel guilty because they're still good ships.

If the ships themselves bother you because of not so fond memories or something else that’s perfectly fine!

No one’s gonna get on you for that!

I miss(ed) you - prt2

Word count: 1494

part 1, part 2

Story synopsis:  Y/N and Chanyeol were best friend in the past until he moved. He didn’t go far, but it was for enough for them to drift apart. They missed each other, but did they even remember?

I don’t know why kai is always co staring in my stories. He’s not even my bias. AeMin what have you done?!?

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