sick shorts

Ron helping Harry calm down after a panic attack because he thought his scar hurt when it was just a normal headache

Ron learning how to use the telephone properly so Harry could call him if he woke up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare

Ron quickly making a joke and changing the topic when a conversation became obviously uncomfortable for Harry. 

Ron telling the reporters to piss off when they tried to crowd around Harry.

Ron actually being the best friend Harry could ever have asked for.

BG by Côme. The smoke on the ground around the man’s feet has been done by Benji. And Camille helped me A LOT with the rendering of the smokes because we had no time left:) Also I managed to loose my last animation file (clapclap) so the 2nd thing is just a part of the final movie and we don’t see everything clearly but whatever:)

Edit: No gif for today sorry it was to big so turn the HD button on it’s a bit better

Stavolta avevo perso. Avevo perso per davvero. Me ne andai. Me ne andai con gli occhi gonfi e le braccia stanche. E scusa se ti avevo promesso «io resto».
—  Macklemore

anonymous asked:

Langst where lance gets a TBI and is recovering but has trouble with his speech and gets scared when the other paladins cry because he doesn't understand what happened...... I just think its a good au

Mkay! This was really fun! Thanks so much for the ask! I hope you like it!

Shiro stands with the others in the med bay. The encounter plays over and over in his mind.

Pidge is trapped under a fallen beam.

Lance runs to help them while Keith tries to clear an exit. There’s a flash. One of the fallen Galran’s guns has been crushed by ruble.

The pistol fires. A shot flies through the air, hitting Lance on the left side of his head.

Shiro screams as he falls.

“Lance!”

He comes back to himself when Coran begins to speak. His head shoots up along with his fellow paladins’.

“It seems that Lance’s wound has healed completely, though some of the damage to his brain was unable to be repaired. I believe that earthlings call it Wernicke’s area. We are unsure of the effects it will have on Lance…” Coran’s voice trails off and he looks down for a moment.

“Well,” Allura says, stepping in, “We shall have to see. Do not worry, I’m sure Lance will be okay.” Her voice is light, someone who didn’t know her well could mistake it for unconcerned.

Pidge and Hunk glance at each other anxiously, should Lance really be coming out of the pod if his brain isn’t fully healed?

Coran seems to think so.

He pushes the button to release Lance and everyone takes in a breath as their teammate falls forward into Allura’s arms.

He looks confused and a bit wobbly. “Are you feeling well Lance?” Allura helps him to stand on his own.

Lance doesn't appear to comprehend her.

Shiro comes forward. “Lance, are you okay?” His face is calm, but anyone could see the concern in his eyes.

Lance seems to understand Shiro, and he perks up a bit as he answers; “I’m pretty. My head isn’t gone. How is bird?”

Everyone stares at him in confusion. What is he talking about?

Hunk pushes Shiro aside, “Lance? What’s wrong buddy?” He’s almost vibrating with nervous energy.

Lance’s face contorts with confusion. “Bear is not talking right. How are you wrong?” His voice is slightly distressed.

Allura is about to step forward again when Keith’s voice stops her. “Wait, stop.” everyone turns to the previously silent paladin, “He can’t understand you. Talking to him isn’t going to do anything.” His voice is rough, there are tears in his eyes.

“What do you mean he can’t understand us?” Pidge also decides to join the conversation.

Keith clears his throat slightly before replying. “In one of my foster homes there was a kid who got in a car crash. He banged his head up pretty bad. I think Lance has what he has. Receptive aphasia.”

Shiro doesn’t like the sound of this, “Keith, what exactly is receptive aphasia?”

The red paladin looks down. “Receptive aphasia is when you lose the ability to understand what people are saying. Usually the person can still speak fluently, but it will be jumbled and won’t make much sense.”

Everyone falls silent as tears begin to fall from his eyes.

Then it hits them. Lance can’t understand them. He can’t communicate properly. They can’t let him pilot a lion without a way to understand him. It’s too dangerous.

Pidge begins to cry with chocked sobs wracking their small frame. The entire team is in shock.

They all lose it however when Lance steps forward and grabs Hunk’s arm confusedly.

“I’m not… pretty?


-Hey! I really hope you liked it! Please let me know what you think!

Receptive Aphasia- a type of aphasia where the victim is unable to understand language in its written or spoken form.

Wernicke’s area- region of the brain concerned with comprehensive language. Usually located on the left region of the brain.

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Lilacs (Short Langst)

Lance refuses to meet the worried eyes of his friends around his hospital bed. Their concerned gazes burn into him with an intensity that shakes him to the core. It’s almost bittersweet.

He’s forced to look up when Hunk speaks;

“Lance, I know it’s hard, but please, please get the surgery. I-I can’t lose you buddy.” His voice is heavy with tears.

Lance shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.” Lance wishes that he could take away his friend’s pain. He knows that he can’t.

Keith steps forward and slams his fist against the mattress. “Why? Why can’t you just get the operation?!? You’re going to die without it!” His breathing is heavy. Tears leak out of his eyes.

Lance turns his eyes down to his lap and stares at the tubes feeding into his arms.

“I can’t forget. Life without them is meaningless. I-” Lance breaks off with a violent cough. His friends all jump up and rush to his side. Shiro pats his back, trying to calm him down.

Lance’s eyes water as he hacks up bloodied purple petals.

He looks towards the person who caused this, meeting their wide, worried gaze.

“I could never forget you. I love you too much.”

The room breaks into chaos as Lance falls against his pillow, hacking violently. His friends can do nothing as he chokes on blossoms. Pidge races from the room to try and find someone who can help.

By the time they return, It’s too late.

The room is silent as they stare at Lance with tears falling down their faces like rain. He almost looks peaceful, although that’s a given. After all…

Lance always did love lilacs.

-I tried to make it as neutral as possible. You guys can decide who it was that Lance fell in love with. It’s open to interpretation. I hope you liked it! :)

having to apologize for or ask if you’re being too much is the 10th layer of hell tbh

Here it is - the final, official post on my fic ‘Little White Lies’! 


Summary: 

“I lied when I got my job.

I told them I had a kid so I could leave early ‘to pick him up from day care’, to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he’s sick’. Long story short – I’m in too deep. I didn’t think this through.

Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso’ as that’s what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he’s named after his grandpa and he’s a defense attorney who often brings his work home.

You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H.”

Or, the AU based off of that one Craigslist post - how a little white lie takes on an enormous snowball effect, that might accidentally include a Tomlinson too.


Status: Complete, 4 Chapters // Word count: 13383 //  Read here on AO3

edmond-dantes-the-count  asked:

Can we get a Hemophiliac Lance.

-Hi! Sure! I don’t know if this is what you wanted, but I hope that you like it! *hugs*

-To whom it may concern, there is a car crash in this story. If any of you are uncomfortable with this, please refrain from reading! Sorry! :)


All that Lance can hear is a chorus of screams, shattering glass, and metal as it folds like paper. He’s overwhelmed with the scent of burning rubber coated in blood. His brain throbs painfully against his skull.

“This is going to be the best day ever!” Lance can’t put enough enthusiasm into his to communicate his happiness. Today he is going to start at the Garrison! He’ll finally be able to accomplish his dream and attend the school of his hero, Takashi Shirogane.

‘Why is everything upside-down?’ Lance can’t figure out what’s going on. His body is suspended above a sea of broken glass and pavement. He tries desperately to turn his head.

Lance has dreamed of going to the Garrison ever since he was able to read. Space just sounds so wonderful. Lance can’t wait to be able to the weightlessness of flight!

“Mom?” No answer. Lance slowly wiggles his body so that he’s facing his Mama’s seat. She’s dangling in the air like he is. Her legs are just brushing the floor of the van. “Mama? Are you okay?”

Lance runs past his Mom to get to the car, bouncing excitedly in place as she fishes around in her purse for her keys.

“Slow down Honey, we've still got two hours until check-in!” her voice is filled with  warm laughter. Lance smiles and continues to bounce in place.

“I know, but I really want to get there early! What if my roommate gets the good bed? Or steals all the bathroom space? I need to shelve my face masks properly!” Lance really just wants to meet his roommate. He’s hoping that he’ll finally make a friend.

Lance can barely make out the face of the fireman that pulls him out of his seat. His eyes are filling with blood as it drips down from a cut somewhere on his forehead. His side burns with each step the man takes.

Lance stuffs fries into his mouth as him Mom hands the debit card to the man behind the drive-through window. He won’t be able to have fast food at the Garrison, but  it’s totally worth it!

“My Mama, did you get my Mama?” Lance doesn’t hear the fireman’s reply. He only just manages to catch the sight of his Mom’s car, tipped up against a semi with the windshield facing the ground…

“Because I’m Happy, climb along if you-” Lance’s beautiful singing is cut off by his Mom as she pulls onto the busiest street in their town.

“Keep quiet Lance, I really need to concentrate here. These roundabouts really make driving difficul-”

She doesn’t have a chance to finish her sentence.

Lance can only scream.

Lance’s mind blurs in and out of reality. He can just barely hear the sound of many voices shouting at once.

“-Can’t stop the bleeding!”

“The cut on his side is too dee-”

“Quick, hand me the-”

“-ust be Hemophilia.”

“Doctor!”

Lance lets his eyes drift closed.


Hunk glances around his room, before setting his bag down on one of the two twin beds.

“Wow! This is amazing! I wonder why my roommate isn’t here yet?

Monday Fic Rec

Some new fics to get you through this week:

Little White Lies by xxSterre:

Summary: “I lied when I got my job.

I told them I had a kid so I could leave early ‘to pick him up from day care’, to take him to doctors appointments and occasionally miss a day 'when he’s sick’. Long story short – I’m in too deep. I didn’t think this through.

Looking to rent a kid for bring your child to work day. Must be a boy aged 4 to 6 with curly hair who plays soccer, essentially he has to look like the stock photo in the frame on my desk. Also must be artistic as the macaroni noodle drawings I made seem a little advanced for someone his age. He also needs to respond to 'my Little Picasso’ as that’s what my spouse and I call him. Also I will pay extra for someone willing to play the role of my spouse when dropping him off. His name is James, he’s named after his grandpa and he’s a defense attorney who often brings his work home.

You know what, just message me for the details, serious inquiries only. H.“

Or, the AU based off of that one Craigslist post - how a little white lie takes on an enormous snowball effect, that might accidentally include a Tomlinson too.

"said I’ll love you till the day that I die.” by phanxlarryFandoms:

Summary: The tiny boy can’t eat or drink or remember almost anything anymore, spending every hour possible clutching Harry likes he’s scared of what will happen when he lets go.

Harry spends every second with his eyes glued to the pretty boy, making note of every detail possible and biting back whimpers when he notices how sickly the boy’s eyes are.

He just looks so ill, so worn, so in need of rest despite the fact that he sleeps a good twenty-hours per day. The worst part of it all is that Louis is still beautiful to Harry, so aesthetically enticing and physically magnetic that Harry will never be able to stop staring.

But, neither of them truly want Harry to remember Louis like this.

“Tomorrow…” Louis whispers, expression blank and head resting on Harry’s chest, ear pressed against his heart to listen to the rhythmic, calming beat. “You…twenty four, right?”

Harry smiled softly, brushing Louis’ mess of wavy hair out of his eyes, bringing with it the strands sticking to his cheeks.

Penny For Your Thoughts by rainbowsandlove (Larry_trueluv):

Summary: And realisation dawned on both of them. Every time he had talked, Louis hadn’t really seen his lips move. At all. He whipped his head towards Liam then. He could hear his voice in his head but Liam’s lips weren’t moving. Which meant… 

“Holy shit I can read minds!” he exclaimed, right into Liam’s ear, making him wince and shuffle back. 

Or Louis wishes he could read minds, and to everyone’s surprise he gets it granted.

One To Make Your Heart Remember Me by larrysrainbow:

Summary: Louis was a famous child star who is trying to make his way back the pop chart ladder and Harry is helping him.

If we meet sometime in the after years, my darling, I trust I will find your love still mine. by lucidlou:

Summary: 1970s AU.The boy at the dinner table isn’t as much of a stranger as Louis thought, and somewhere between the diners, concerts, and the way the moonlight falls just right, the summer is enough time for realizing.

(I Know We’re Lost but) Soon We’ll Be Found by hopeneverdies:

Summary: “Fuck, Haz, pick up!” He literally shouted into his phone. The trembling in his voice matching the shaking of his hands. After the fourth ring he was sent to voice mail. He wasn’t sure if Harry was already on his flight or if he was just ignoring Louis’ call but all he knew was that their little girl needed her fathers and nothing else mattered at that moment.

“Harry, this is an emergency! Please call me back! There’s been an accident and Junie is hurt. She’s at St. Andrew’s. I’m on my way there right now. Christ, I really wish I knew what time your flight was supposed to leave!”

By the time he finished the message he could feel the pressure of salty tears building behind his eyes. A few minutes later he pulled into the hospital car park and rushed through the emergency room doors.

Or the canon compliant future fic where Harry and Louis are experiencing some marital complications that leaves them both angry with one another and worried about their future. When their young daughter suffers a potentially serious injury that keeps Harry from flying to California for his job, it serves as a reminder of how much they still need and love each other.

I Follow Rivers by harrys:

Summary: It’s 8:25 when he rushes in, with his strong legs clad in striped trousers, a sleeveless turtleneck, and platform oxfords.

He’s waiting for his coffee two metres away from Harry and scrolling through his phone quickly, with his eyebrows slightly furrowed. Harry decides to take a chance and clears his throat.

[Alternatively: Louis writes for a fashion magazine, Harry writes for a music magazine and dabbles in poetry. They like the same coffee shop, as well as each other.]

Mission Fucking Impossible by Swimnerd7:

Summary: “Are you and Louis fucking?”

Harry nearly spits out his drink, choking as he tries to communicate a “what the ever living fuck” to Niall with his eyes.

Niall takes another casual sip of his beer “Not like I’m the only one thinking it mate, I’m just the only one saying it out loud.”-

Harry is in love with Louis, and he is almost positive Louis is in love with him too. Naturally, Harry deals with this by trying to get Louis horny and hope for the best.

Things don’t exactly work out how he plans.

if it kills me by you_explode:

Summary: Harry and Louis have worked together in a difficult office environment for six years. They’re best friends; Louis is the bright spot of all of Harry’s days. But Louis is in love with Harry, and Harry’s engaged to someone else. And that’s only the beginning.

The Office AU. More or less follows the first five seasons. A lot of pining and misunderstanding the depth of feelings and rejection and angst, until there isn’t.

For Reasons Unknown by FallingLikeThis, Rearviewdreamer:

Summary: Six years after dying, Louis is suddenly thrust back into the life he’d lost. Support Group is supposed to help him adjust to everything that’s changed but he finds the experience sadly lacking. Well, except there is one curly-haired lad that’s there too. He kind of makes it worth going.

Good Enough to Eat by objectlesson:

Summary: “Fuck,” Harry mumbles, shuffling. “You won’t give me shit for it? It’s sorta weird.”

“No,” Louis breathes. “Promise.”

“Okay. I just…fuck, I can’t believe I’m telling you this,” Harry whimpers, and he must be blushing because Louis can feel waves of heat coming off him, his embarrassment a hot, palpable thing. “So, like…I love rimming videos. Nothing makes me come harder,” he admits, covering his face with his hands so his voice comes out muffled and strangled.

It takes Louis a few seconds to process, to mentally rifle through his Pornhub search history and remember what rimming even is; Harry has him so stupid he can’t keep stuff straight. His ears ring, and then it hits him, and, oh, fuck. His stomach turns and tightens so quickly he’s gasping, an audible and shameful scrape of air in the dark. “You…really?” he chokes out.

Or, Harry is convinced he’s never gonna be able to try his favorite porn fantasy on a real boy, and Louis offers to remedy this.

I’m horrible at acting like I don’t care about someone.
Because when I care about someone like I care about you, it takes over my mind and my heart and there’s nothing I can do to stop the mess of emotions that flows out of me.
—  v.m