so i heard you like yellow

bismuth is the biggest fountain of wasted potential in all of su.

  • she’s a viewpoint on the war who isn’t caught up in idolising and mourning rose quartz. even in just the special she had, she told us so much about rose that pearl, garnet etc had just never said. imagine how different steven’s character arc could have been if he’d had bismuth there to talk to about this stuff.
  • her design. like, that is honestly one of the most unique character designs on tv right now. freaking RAINBOW DREADLOCKS! that’s just so cool.
  • bismuth meeting peridot and lapis. i mean bismuth and lapis is HUGE because of how lapis got poofed, and then the shared experience of being trapped for 6000 years by people you trusted. on the flip side, bismuth and peridot are fellow tech-orientated rebels, imagine what they could get up to together!
  • (”wait. you called yellow diamond WHAT?” “a clod.” “to her face?!” “well, over the official diamond communication line…” “you used the official diamond line?! peridot, listen, that is one of the coolest things i have ever heard.” “i know, i’m pretty great.”)
  • bismuth and amethyst! bismuth is so huge on the “you can be anyone you want to be” thing, and you can see how that would affect amethyst. like, look at what happened in the special - bismuth didn’t even question amethyst’s size, she just said that it was nice to have another quartz around and was impressed by amethyst’s whip. there is so much potential for such a great friendship to be struck up there.
  • (like. if we’re not going to go the ame/dot route, thanks zuke, then amethyst/bismuth? hello? it’s right there?)
  • FUSIONS. give me a caring, thoughtful and powerful garnet/bismuth. give me an elegant engineer pearl/bismuth. give me a flexible, scrappy amethyst/bismuth. give me a conflicted but ultimately heroic steven/bismuth. give me a total macgyver level genius peridot/bismuth. lapis/bismuth we can probably skip though. maybe in a few hundred years when lapis is feeling better, but maybe never.
  • bismuth meets connie. they both think the other is awesome. bismuth makes connie her own sword. connie is so happy. she introduces bismuth to the fantasy and sci-fi genres in return.
  • (”that’s ridiculous! he’s a dog AND a copter, you can’t ask him to just be one!” “i know! the military-industrial complex is so corrupt, using individuals as pawns in the pursuit of endlessly escalating conflict without a thought for the effects on those people!” “EXACTLY! connie, you’re saying what we’re all thinking!”)
  • bismuth and greg would be… interesting. i’m not sure i have the words for it rn? but yeah. really interesting.
  • bismuth and the corrupted gems, oh my god! how would she feel, seeing her friends and foes alike turned into mindless monsters, knowing that for thousands of years the cgs have been trying to save them to no avail?
  • bismuth vs jasper. the two big buff warrior ladies duking it out for what they believe in, becoming worthy opponents.

just… so much potential…

it’s not about that i know how to do laundry. it’s that when i was four i knew how to fold clothes; small hands working alongside my mother, while my older brother sat and played with his toys. it’s that i know what kind of detergent works but my father guesses. it’s that in my freshman year of college i had a line of boys who needed me to show them how to use the machine. it’s that the first door they knocked on belonged to me. it’s that they expected me to know.

it’s not that i know how to cook. it’s that the biggest christmas present i got was a little plastic kitchenette i never used except to climb on. it’s that my brother used it more, his hands ghosting over pink buttons and yellow dials. it’s that when my work needs cake for a birthday, they turn to me. i get it from costco. i don’t even like cooking. a boy burns popcorn in the dorm microwave and laughs. a week later, i do the same thing, and he snorts at me, “just crossed you off my wife list.” it’s that i had heard something like this so many times before that i laughed, too.

it’s not that i don’t love being feminine. it’s that i came home with bruises from trying to be a trick rider on my bike and heard the word “tomboy,” felt my little mouth say, “but i’m not a boy, i’m a girl”. it’s that they laughed. it’s that until i was sitting in my pretty dress and smiling with a big pretty smile and blinking my big pretty eyes, i wasn’t given back the title “girl”. it’s that until i wore makeup and styled my hair i was bullied; it’s that when i don’t wear makeup i’m a slob, that my mental health diagnosis hangs on the hook of being dressed up. it’s that my therapist sees me returning to bright red lipstick and tells me i am looking happier and i have to explain that i am more sad than i have ever been. it’s that i dress myself in as many layers as i can every time i ride a train because it’s better to be laughed at than harassed. 

it’s not that i know how to clean, it’s that my brother’s chores were outside where i wanted to be, and mine were inside. it’s that i would have weeded the garden better than he did if they had just let me. it’s that i am put in charge of fixing other’s messes, expected to comply without complaint.

it’s not that i can’t open the jar. it’s that you ask my brother first every time. it’s that i am pushed into docile positions, trained to believe that my body when it’s strong and healthy is ugly, trained into being less, weaker. it’s that the jar is also science, is also engineering, is also every job, every opportunity. it’s that you laugh faster when he tells a joke, that you take him seriously but wave off me, that when he raises his voice he’s assertive but when i do i’m hysterical. the jar is getting into a car with a stranger as a driver and wondering if this is our last ride. the jar is knowing that if something happens to us, it’s our fault. 

it’s that i’m weak and i don’t know if it’s because i just am or i was trained to be. it’s that we need to sit pretty with our pretty smiles and our pretty words trapped pretty and silent in our throats, our hands restless but pretty when idle, our bodies vessels for nothing but a future white dress. it’s that we are taught someone else needs to open the jar for us.

here’s the secret: run metal lids under hot water, they’ll expand faster than the glass they’re around. here’s the secret: when you keep us under hot water, we do more than boil. we expand over our edges. and we learn how to open our mouths, our claws, our screams hanging in kites over cities. just give me a chance. give me a chance when i am four when i am seven when i am twenty-three. i promise i can be amazing. give me the jar. i’ll show you something.

i am holding hands with a girl at the pet store. i love how her voice changes when she speaks to different animals. round and bubbly for the angelfish, high and breathy for the calico kittens, sonorous and slithery for the python. she loves them all, even the great hairy tarantula that makes me cringe. 

i am holding hands with this girl whose halo of hair glows banana yellow under the heat lamps in the reptile section, who offers her index finger to teething kittens. she asks “can’t we have one?” in the voice she uses for only me. a voice i can’t describe without using her name, but i imagine joan of arc heard something similar the day she picked up a sword. she is still holding my hand, and i feel like i’d sink into cartoon quicksand if i let go. so i don’t.

“are you two… together?”

this is not unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice, the voice she has chosen, is angrily acidic. this woman has laced her tone with arsenic, without even a passive aggressive teaspoon of sugar to hide her poison. she inhales, puffing herself up like a frightened lizard before her final words. 

“there are children here, you know.” 

in the future, i think of a thousand things to say. we were children too. two girls holding hands after school. two girls holding hands at the movie theatre, two girls in a booth at tony’s pizza, two girls sharing awkward first kisses after two solo cups of wine in someone else’s backyard. two girls holding kittens at a pet store on a saturday afternoon. 

i know now that they see us through funhouse mirrors: distorted, disturbed, our monstrous bodies taking too much space, spoiling innocent spaces with our imposing sexualities. our innocence never ours to begin with.

even with this, there is nowhere i would rather be than holding hands with her in a pet store, with her voice like rain on a hot day, her peach lips blowing kisses for fish, her grip tightening as if to say “i dare you to take this away from me.”

Post-Kerberos! Matt HC

★ When the rebellion group helped him escape, he just ended up sticking with them and eventually became one of the best fighters there???

★ He doesn’t have any idea where his dad is, but scavenges through old Galran tech to hopefully find out.

★ The group is pretty much amazed by humans and low-key terrified of them bc of Matt 

★ He dislocated his shoulder once and the group was like, “it’s horrible to see another one go,,,,” and Matt was just like “???? i can put it back in place????” 

  • Matt: Guys,,,,stop crying,,,,this can be fixed,,,,,
  • Rebellion leader: i saw a dear friend die bc of that, there is no survival
  • Matt: *silently puts in back in place*

★ He has a scar over his right eye bc of the Galra

★ The Galra also found out he needed glasses and basically went, “well we can’t have The Champions friend like this!” and injected some weird shit into his eyes. Matt no longer needs glasses, but his eyes change colors depending on his mood and who he’s talking too

★ Matt, talking to keith as his eyes turn red: And so– why the fuck are you pulling out your sword?

Keith, seeing Matt’s eyes turning yellow as he talks to Hunk: “Uhm guys? Are we sure that Matt isn’t Galra?”

  • “I am right here”

★ When he first heard of Voltron his main thought was, “Well that sounds lit” but when he hears that ‘The Champion’ aka Shiro is their leader, he immediately turns into that Mr.Krabs meme

★ Somehow some people find a picture of the paladins and everybody is just “???? the tiny one resembles matt”

★ Matt automatically realizes it’s Katie and that the red paladin is Keith and just,,,screams for roughly 5 hrs

★ Why is everyone he knows up in space? He has no fucking clue but w/e

★ Makes it a personal mission to track down Voltron for himself and the rebellion

★ They end up showing up eventually to make allies

★ The Paladins talk to some civilians first, so Allura and Coran meet up with the Rebellion leader

  • “Number 5?! How’d you get here so quickly??” “Funny story actually,,,”
  • The real Pidge shows up like 0.5 seconds later
  • Pidge//Katie, tearfully: “MATT”
  • Matt, nearly sobbing: Oh shit waddup

★ Keith screams at him for a solid 10 minutes before tearing up

  • “It’s okay. I know you’re gay and texan already, Keith”
  • “I fucking hate you”

★ There’s a tie between whether Pidge or Shiro cried more

★ Allura: I’m princess Allura and you are?
    Matt:
single and willing–i meAN MATT

 ★ **Takes in Katie’s appearance** “Well, one of us is going to have to change”

★ **Inspecting Shiro’s arm** “Yo, your weapon is just a bitch slap”

★ “,,,,,you guys do realize Allura just picked your lions off of your clothes right???” “No she–holy shit”

★ “whY DON’T YOUR LIONS HAVE SEAT BELTS?! YOU’RE GONNA DIE AT 6 SHIRO”

  • He essentially spends his time pointing out problems with basically everything tbh

★ “Why does Voltron represent the olympic rings??”

★ He realizes Keith has a crush on Lance in like a couple of days

  • “weLL I HEARD YOU GOT A SPECIAL SOMEONE ON THE SIDE, KEITH”
  • “Listen here, you piece of shit”

★ Slowly comes to the realization that he likes both Shiro and Allura

  • “Coran have you ever heard of a pickle?”

★ He helps Coran around the castle and stuff

  • “And this is the Teludav” “Y’all have fucking teletubbies here?”

★ Him and Hunk team up to annoy Shiro and Lance with puns

  • “I’m just over the moon with excitement”
  • “Aren’t you glad i’m not lion in the cold depths of space??”

★ Him and Slav get along pretty well

  • Shiro hates it

★ “In this timeline, there is a 42% chance of you getting together with the two of them.” “Thanks buddy”

★ “Why did you choose five kids to defend the universe there’s so many ways this could go wrong”

★ Him and Hunk set up the lions to play “What’s new pussycat?” 7 times with one “It’s not unusual” before resuming ‘What’s new pussycat?’

  • “For years, scientist have wondered if you can make 3 teens, 1 adult, and 3 aliens weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’ “It’s not unusual”.”

★ Lance is amazed by how smooth his skin is

  • Like, you’ve been in space for 2 years???? And majority of that was with the Galra??? Tell me your secret

★ Everyone figures out Matt’s crush on both Allura and Shiro and try to get them together

  • One plan consisted of a rock, 15 cups of nunvil, and a very upset bounty group.

★ Matt actually likes nunvil

★ The Lions all take a liking to him and everyone would be salty, but he looks adorable when he talks to them so they deal with it

★ Pidge voice: I’ve banned Hunk because he kept messing with my shit but now—
    Matt voice: yO I GOT MARIO KART RUNNING ON THIS

★ He appreciates the fact that Hunk points out all the weird shit that’s going on while everyone else just accepts it

★ “Do you think i could install the internet to my mind?”
★ **sees all the upgrades Pidge added to Green** “yO—YO!”

★ Anytime Shiro or Allura do anything remotely romantic to him, ‘What the heck i gotta do’ starts blasting from the Green Lion

★  Allura called his ears cute once, and nobody saw him for 6 hrs until Lance found him frantically grabbing Altean romance novels while whispering, “what does it mean?!”

★ They go to a planet where it’s considered normal to have more than one partner

  • Coran convinces the newly dubbed “Poly triangle” to pretend they’re actually dating for reasons unknown
  • They pull it off so well that the Aliens eventually ask when they’re gonna get married
  • Everyone had vastly different reactions

★ “You guys are fighting Zarkon right? Why don’t you just turn him Zarkoff?”

★ Hunk voice: Um, guys, what are those things?
    Obviously annoyed Matt voice: Aliens. 
    Different ranges of offended Allura, Coran and Keith voices: Excuse me?

★ “I’m fucking tired. beam me up, Scotty”

★ Keith, kneeling down on one knee: “Matt, Allura, will you do me the honor of marrying my stupid brother?”

★ “Voltron? More like Dabtron.”

  • “How do I return a brother?”

★ “caTCH THESE GAY HANDS ZARKON”

★ Tried to convince Shiro to let him Pidge and Hunk install a laser gun sound effect or the lightsaber noise to his arm

★ Once, he finally found the courage to tell Shiro and Allura that he liked them but they mistook it as him saying he enjoyed their company or smth along those lines

  • He tried to throw himself out the airlock afterwards

★ Lotor eventually shows up and everyone is tense bc he’s shown interest in the Blue Lion

★ Lotor sees Matt, and just pushes Lance out of the way: Hello there ;)

  • Everyone pretends not to notice Shiro’s eye twitch and Allura breaking the weapon she was holding
  • Lance was offended at first but seeing their reactions made it worth it

★ Matt is oblvious to Lotor’s attempts though

  • Everytime he gets close, Matt just assumes it’s some weird galra thing

★ “Raindrops on roses, Allura’s white hair, Shiro’s back muscles and Allura’s eyes. These two could probably kick his ass and they’re a few of Matt’s favorite things”

★ Obviously exasperated Pidge voice: You guys just need to bone
    Stern Matt voice: What did you say?
    Pleading Hunk voice: Please don’t say it again
    Not Caring Pidge voice: I said you guys need to bone
    Shocked, Furious Matt voice: B O N E!?

★ They visit a planet with very tall aliens and of course shenanigans ensure

★ Keith voice: Y’know Allura, Shiro, you should probably hold Matt’s hand, so he can’t get lost everyone around here is pretty tall

  • **Disappointed, obviously knows what you’re doing Shiro Glare**
  • Completely oblivious, already grabbing Matt’s hand Allura voice: Of course! We wouldn’t want that!”
  • **Undignified, silent squeal from Matt**

★ Hunk voice: The stars sure are beautiful tonight
    Lance voice: Y’know what else is beautiful?
    Pidge and Keith voices: A loving relationship between Matt, Shiro and Allura

★ Eventually, the time comes where there’s a serious fight that both Shiro and Allura have to go through alone, and Matt freaks tf out and terribly confesses to the both of them:

  • “Okay, listen tf up. I can’t do that dramatic thing where I pull you down and kiss you and say, ‘Come back to me’ since there’s two of you. But I will say that I love you both, and if you dont come back i’m taking out the entire Galran Empire myself”

★ Allura and Shiro are both shocked but Matt is already fast walking away so they can’t say anything

  • They come back and make a beeline for him
  • “LISTNE IVE KNOWN HIM LONGER PRINCESS”
  • “I QUIZNAKING SAVED YOUR BUTT BACK THERE I GET TO KISS HIM FIRST”
  • Allura makes it to him first

★ Keith cries, Pidge and Hunk pull out a confetti cannon they made for this occasion, Lance falls to his knees in victory, Coran pulls out a cake. Everything is good in the Universe.


[Read Part One// Pre! Kerberos! Matt HC here!]

SU Theory: The Use Of Feeling Blue? - Their Use *IS*Feeling Blue!!

I’m going to start off by saying this is going to sound absolutely insane, but please please hear me out until the end. 

That Will Be All starts things off by revealing Blue Diamond, immediately shown crying over the loss of Pink Diamond. 

Now that is one stark contrast from what we originally saw of her back in The Answer

She was hardened then, willing to shatter a gem, even if that gem saved the life of a valued member of her court. Imagine disregarding a selfless act like that? That is ice cold.

But now, she’s broken. Thousands of years later, we learn, after having a taste of her own medicine, that all she does is spend time going back and forth between the Earth and the Zoo.

She abandons her post so much that Yellow had to come check on the zoo to catch her there again, and starts to sing a song to try to make her feel better.

It’s pretty clear that Blue is content mourning Pink forever, even willing to abandon her position as leader to do it. That’s some serious regret. 

And when Yellow suggests forgetting about Pink?

Nah. That’s not happening. It’s pretty clear Blue is having serious trouble letting go of the past. She seems to desperately want a do-over.

We’ve seen this character dynamic before.

I suspect the color parallels between Greg/Pearl and Yellow/Blue Diamond in Mr. Greg and this episode are foreshadowing.

Greg is Yellow, and Pearl is Blue. Pearl was unable to let go of the past, unable to get over losing Rose. Blue Diamond can’t accept having lost Pink. Even the names of their lost loved ones is the same name in different languages, it can’t get much more in your face than that really. They even fucking color coded it for us.

Greg helped Pearl move on after having been considered an enemy by Pearl for ages. Yellow Diamond is shown consistently trying to help Blue, doing anything in her power to do so, despite Blue’s clear disdain of Yellow’s efforts. 

But that’s where the similarities end, after that we end up with some interesting contrasts:

In Mr Greg, Steven was singing them a song that reminded them they’re all family, and how they needed someone who knew what they’re going through.

But in That Will Be All?

There’s empathy in the song, sure, Yellow understands Blue’s pain, but 

She’s lying to herself. She hasn’t moved on at all. Her repeating of the question ”What’s the use of feeling?” at the end implies she curses her own emotions for being so hard to repress. That’s why she wants to destroy the planet and forget about Pink altogether. They’re not talking anything out, Yellow is trying to push Blue along. Push herself along. She grasps the railing turning away from Blue Diamond as though in shame, here she was claiming to be above it all yet the moment she lets herself remember just a bit, she deteriorates. As though it’s the first time she’s allowing herself to feel anything about Pink’s death in thousands of years.

So the difference is, Steven’s song was about getting closure, while Yellow’s is more about repressing and damning the emotions that she can’t resolve. She was just projecting onto Blue.

That’s not all though. 

Greg was able to heal part of the pain of losing Rose by raising Steven, by telling him about his mom, by re-living his memories of his dead wifu with his son. What i mean is, having his son there to share in the pain of missing Rose helped a lot. Helps both of them a lot.

And as for Pearl, whenever she needed to, she could bring up a hologram of Rose and literally re-live her PTSD memories ad nauseum to get them all out of her system. In a way, she did get her do-over. She, at the very least, got to work out how to say goodbye, so that by the time she and Greg squashed the beef, she was ready and could finally move on to Mystery Girl.

But with the Diamonds? it’s a much more tragic picture. Yellow is in denial and wants to rush through/repress her pain and destroy the things that remind her of her loss. She refuses to face it. Blue on the other hand just can’t stop facing it. Not until she gets some sort of closure like Pearl. But that’s impossible, right?

I thought so too, until I heard this line;

WHAT!?

Hold the fuck up. Employ????? Blue wants to employ the Rose Quartz line? 

ALL OF THEM!??

Why?!?  Welp, hold on to your butts;

Yellow Diamond sings two pertinent verses: 

“Why would you want to employ her
Subjects that destroyed her?
Why keep up her silly
Zoo? Oh, tell me
What’s the use of feeling, Blue?“

and

“An army has a use
They can go and fight a war
A Sapphire has a use
She can tell you what it’s for
An Agate terrifies
A Lapis terraforms“

Yellow is juxtaposing the use of the Rose Quartz gems, as well as other gems in their society, with the use of emotions. What has Steven Universe been teaching us this whole time about emotions? What can they help you do? 

Heal. 

What else have we seen that heals things? 

Tears.

Blue claims she wants to go to Earth to preserve specimens. 

But what if she’s looking for her do-over instead? What if her regret and depression are so deep, they’ve driven her to want to go down to Earth to find Pink’s shards and have the Rose Quartz line, the entire line, cry on them? 

BONUS:

Whatever happens, the Rose Quartz line’s healing tears can be used to fix other huge, previously unsolvable problems:

Do Kyungsoo//Denouement

Originally posted by smileysoo

Summary: The world is black and white to everyone. At least, until they reach 18, and realise who their soulmate is or meet them for the first time - and then colour will burst into their life, one shade at a time. You’ve been desperate to graduate high school and move away, but you can’t run from fate. - ft. big brother Yixing 
Scenario: Soulmate!au 
Word Count: 5,977

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About a Girl [1]

Originally posted by itsrapmonster

Namjoon: dad!au & CEO!au

Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 /Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Final / Epilogue 

Meet the new nanny.


You stared up from the slip of paper that you held in your hand, an address scribbled on it. This was it. This was the building that your newest employer resided in. You took a deep breath before pushing into the buildings revolving door. 

Upon entering you noticed a security guard at a desk a few feet away. Whoever had hired you sure lived in a nice place to warrant security in the building. The man gave you a slight smile, “Can I help you ma’am?”

You nodded, “Yes please. I’m here for Kim Namjoon. He lives in apartment 441.”

The man grabbed a clipboard, flipping through a couple pages. “Could you tell me your name?”

“Y/FN/LN.”

“Ah, yes. Miss Y/LN.” He put down the clipboard as his smile became a little more sincere. “You’re the new nanny to little miss Jangmi I hear. She’s a good girl, I can’t imagine she will give you much trouble. It’s her father you’ll wanna watch out for.”

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anonymous asked:

Marinette is wearing a flower in her hair and bee!Chloé cant control herself for the Marichat tropes.

im glad that maribee!marichat tropes are becoming a thing :P

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“Okay, so it says I need to get a package of puff pastry.”

Marinette snorted and spoke with her mouth full. “Strike one. Store bought puff pastry is abominable.”

Queen Bee frowned. “Obviously I would get the expensive kind.”

“Doesn’t matter. It’s all sub-par. You gotta make that stuff from scratch otherwise what’s the point?”

“Not all of us live in a professional bakery, Marinette!”

Marinette stuck her tongue out. “That sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”

Queen Bee plucked up some of the mille-feuille crumbs from her plate and threw them in Marinette’s hair, laughing when the girl screamed in outrage. “Don’t sass me, I’m a superhero!”

Marinette shoved a foot against Queen Bee’s thigh, jokingly trying to shove her from her dainty perch on her balcony railing. “I’m giving you my professional opinion.”

“No.” Queen Bee reached over and tapped her on the nose. “You’re making things difficult by not giving me the recipe for these things and forcing me to do research.”

Marinette shrugged. “Family recipe. Sworn to secrecy. Sorry, my dear.”

“I wouldn’t tell anyone! Surely you’d trust me over anyone else.”

“Your sterling commitment to civic duty is not enough of a reason.”

Queen Bee pouted and handed Marinette’s phone back to her. “Fine. I’ll just starve then.”

“Or you could just come back during opening hours and buy some.”

Queen Bee smirked. “Why would I do that if I can just tap on your window and get some for free?”

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Okay, but can you imagine the reputation that the paladins of Voltron will start getting around the intergalactic bars nunvillaries after a while? Give it a few months, and there will be some aliens gathered around a table going like:

“Have you heard about the new Voltron pilots? Holy quiznak, do not mess with them. Any of them. I mean, yeah, the one in black makes sense. There’s a reason some people call him Champion.”

And multiple eyes widen around the table and there’s a whisper of, “Champion? Champion is a Voltron pilot?”

And the first alien nods and goes, “But no, don’t mess with ANY of them. I mean, the red one and blue one bicker like Trallarian hellcats, but if you mess with either one the other will blindside you so fast you’ll get whiplash.”

Another alien nods and takes up the tale. “It’s true, definitely. But don’t insult the yellow one, either. I mean, don’t even call him fat, which is true. ESPECIALLY do not call him stupid. Red and blue will FIGHT over which one gets to beat you harder.”

“It’s true,” an alien with a deep voice asserts. “I heard it with several of my earholes.”

Various assenting voices around the table. Then a tiny voice pipes up in a near-whisper, “But the worst one is the one in green.”

Everyone turns to look at the new speaker, eyes and eye-parts wide.

Tiny alien nods solemnly. “If you mess with the green one, all of the rest will come after you.”

Nods, shudders, fervent agreements. “Even the one with the mustache, the one who usually tries to hold them back, will just stand there and watch them do it.” “My cousin Vini died.” “DO NOT TOUCH THE GREEN ONE.”

And they all drink their nunvill and try not to cry.

I will fly with no fear

desc; punk!phil takes care of his boyfriend, dan’s, son while dan is at a meeting. dan’s son comes home from school crying and its up to phil “on some level im deathly afraid of children” lester to save the day.

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a/n; thank you to @andromedalester for betaing this 2am explosion of words and dubbing it ‘SO GOSH DANG SUTE’ i love u v much em ty or helping me out <33  

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The door swung open and hit the doorframe with a resonating crack. Phil perked his ears up from his bowl of cereal and looked over, just in time to see Finn crawl onto the couch next to him. The kindergartner snuggled into his arm and Phil made sure to set the bowl away.

Finn almost never touched him, still not understanding why Phil had moved in with him and his father, Dan. He hadn’t expected a smidge of affection this early on – being the stranger, in Finn’s home – and made sure to wrap his tattoo clad arms around the somber boy.

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Wildflowers

Based on this image from @gladiocats
Gladio x Reader, drabble
SFW

Of all the places you’d traveled, Cape Caem was probably one of your favourites. It was calm and peaceful. And after the Empire attack on Insomnia and the death of Jared, that was definitely something that you needed.

You were wandering around the lighthouse, taking in the view along the horizon. From your perch, you spotted a patch of wild flowers growing down closer to the road. You wandered over, looking at them with awe.

There were so many colours–pinks, purples, yellows. They were so beautiful, you figured you’d pick a few and find a makeshift vase to brighten up the house. Once you’d picked a sizeable bouquet, you made your way back to the old cabin to keep them fresh.

As you were searching the kitchen for a vase or a pot, you heard a throat clearing behind you. You turned to see Gladio standing by the threshold, arms crossed, an amused smirk on his face.

“What are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” you replied cheekily. “If I don’t find something for the flowers, they’ll wilt.”

He nodded and meandered over. “What kind of flowers are those?”

You shrugged. “A few pansies, some lilies, and look–” you grinned. “Even a gladiolus.”

He rolled his eyes as you winked at him. And then you got a great idea.

“Can I put it in your hair?”

He did a small double take. “What?”

You pouted, giving your best puppy-dog-eyes impression. “Please, babe? Don’t you love me?”

He rolled his eyes even harder this time and lowered his head so that it was easier for you to reach. You clapped excitedly and took the flower, gently placing the stem behind his ear so it sat right at his temple.

“You look beautiful,” you gave him a genuine smile, cradling his face in your hands. He surged forward and kissed you, and you felt his lips curve upwards against yours. He pulled away, leaving you breathless.

“I love you, you dork. You know that?”

You blushed, feeling the heat creep up your neck. “I love you too, big guy.” Your eyes briefly wandered around to the other rooms of the house. “I wonder where Prompto is. I wonder if I can steal his camera. This can’t go undocumented.”

Gladio playfully groaned, but then suddenly you were swept off your feet and hauled over his shoulder. You shrieked, and he swatted your ass as he easily carried you upstairs.

“You can find him later,” he said dismissively. “You’ve had your fun, and now it’s my turn.”

You giggled. “Fine. But you have to keep the flower in your hair.”

Without hesitation, he replied, “Deal.”

The Song Is You (Chapter One)

Summary: A summer road trip with your best friend lends its way to some revelations. 

Author’s Note: This has been a long time coming, you guys!! You’ve probably been hearing Esme and I talk about our fic collab for a while now. We’re very excited to finally begin releasing this special piece to the public! All we can say now is that you will finally understand all the Monster Mash and “rick rolling” jokes you’ve heard in the last weeks. 

*** If you wanted to listen to the road trip playlist that is mentioned in this chapter, please click here!! 

Words: 4,481 

Warnings: an extremely cheesy mixtape, lame jokes, Lin showing off (so, nothing?) 

Without any further ado, welcome to the world Esme and I have so lovingly crafted for you! 


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Did someone say… Gem redesigns?

My friend did! Thank you boo~
So, here’s my redesign of Lapis!

I always thought a more fish-like appearance for Lapis would be great, since she’s a water gem and all. I gave her webbed fingers and toes, fins, claws, mirror eyes, and some freaky beaky squid teeth.

ALSO, @badstevenuniversescreencaps , I heard you were reblogging some of these do y'all mind if I tag ya?
How to Survive Exam Season

This one is dedicated to everybody who is stressed right now and to everybody who has to write exams at the moment (including myself).


Prompt: here
Genre: fluff
Word Count: 1678
Summary: Simon works as a teacher in a high school and has a crush on another one of the teachers, Baz. When Simon is in a desperate situation, Baz decides to help out.



“Snow?”
Oh no. Fuck no. It’s the voice of Mister Sexy. (That’s not his name. Except he might possibly be the most handsome person I’ve ever seen.)

I turn around, slowly, because there’s the silly hope that he might not see me if I don’t make any sudden movements. He’s already seen me. Maybe he’s right when he says I’m stupid.

And there he stand in the corridor, looking absolutely perfect, which isn’t fair. Because right now I’m wearing the ugly yellow T-Shirt that’s a bit stained with paint and that I usually only wear to sleep. Also, I’m pretty sure there are cobwebs stuck in my hair. So basically I look like I have never heard of the existence of mirrors and he looks like the definition of stunning.

And that’s just great. Couldn’t have gone any better. Except now the urge to bang my head against the wall has increased by four hundred percent. (He would know. He’s a maths teacher – history, too, and politics, but I swear if you could choose more than three subjects, he’d be qualified to teach any subject in school. I’m not making that up, I saw in his qualifications that he can speak five different languages. I mean, it’s not like I’ve been stalking him. It’s just that I happened to stumble across them. Somehow. And I saw him play football with the sports teachers. He’s really good at it. I’m just searching for something he’s not perfect at. Not stalking him, Crowley.)

Anyhow, the reason why I want to bang my head against the wall.
“Why are you under the staircase?”
And why I’m under the staircase.

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icesapphireserpent  asked:

HC or Scenario(your choice) all paladins(including pidge): The paladin's s/o has been really tired lately, but when questioned the s/o brushes it off. That night the paladin sees their s/o sneaking away from their own room. Following them the paladin comes across all the lions lounging around, and sees their s/o chilling on top of their lions head. It turns out their s/o has been hanging out, and talking to the lions at night especially theirs. How does the paladin react?

yes ! also i kinda did a short scenario for it and i hope you don’t mind


SHIRO:

shiro has been absolutely worried about you not getting enough sleep. he keeps asking but you always shrugs it off and tells him to be worried about it. It has been going on for weeks and he decides to see whats wrong. One night he went over to your room to check it you were asleep or awake and if he could do anthing to help but whilst he was walking there he saw s/o sneaking out their room and running off somewhere. On an impules he follows them but kinda sets a distance between gthem so he wouldn’t get caught. He found himself looking at you sitting cross-legged infront of his lion giggling about something.
“shiro’s really worried about me not getting enough sleep” you sigh to the lion.
“but it’s worth it, i like talking to you!” you smiled, black purred and rested it’s head on your lap. shiro’s heart did a lttle flip and he smiled as he made his way to you. at least you were not having nightmares

LANCE:

lance found it weird that you didn’t want to sleep in his room for the past few nights. At first he was worried that somebody else was comforting you at night but he quickly pushed that thought away after you gave him a lot of kisses. For some reason he Lance found himself following you in the middle of the night.
“highschool musical 2 is way better than the first” he heard you giggle. Lance took a peek at the room and found you perched on Blue’s head smiling. Lance broke into a grin and found himself feeling as giddy as ever, you looked so precious and smol next to the lion.
“although lance does not agree with me for that one” you frowned to yourself. Lance grinned and strided into the room.
“of course i don’t! the first hsm is definately the best (y/n)!”

KEITH:

Keith was worried about you not gettinng sleep but never really said much anout it knowing you would shrug it off as usual. But tonight he decides to see if anything was wrong so he waited in the hallway from awhile before heading into your room to check it you were doing fine, yet he was greeted by you sneaking out of your room and running off somewhere else. he sigh and followed you just incase you got in trouble.
“i think tonights stars looked really pretty” you sigh in awe.
keith heard you echoed voice and peeked into the room. there he found you laying on Red’s back playfully making conversations.
“(y/n)! what are you doing” keith made his way towards you and tried to act serious and all but he couldn’t help smile at the sight.
“well i decide to bond with Red since she’s a big part of your life ya’know” you replied, hopping off of Red to give keith a hug. Keith smiled and kisses your forehed.
“maybe we can reschedule this bonding session at mornings (y/n)”

PIDGE:

Pidge was used to staying up late with you but nowadays you kept dissapearing and coming back tired. One night whilst she was trying to find something new for her laptop, she saw you zipping pass her heading into where the lions are placed. she frowned to herself and quickly followed you,
“do you think pidge is mad at me for not staying up with her?”
Pidge laughed at your conversations with green, she had watched for a few minutes and thought it wasadorable.
“no, but i’m mad at you for not taking me to these late night bonding sessions”

HUNK:

Hunk knew you liked to stay up late but these days you seemed more tired than usual and it kinda bothered him. He decided to make a few midnight snacks for you thinking that you couldn’t sleep because you were hungry but while he was walking to your room he heard your laugh from where the lions are kept.
“hunk loves that story so so so much i don’t understand why”
he found you sitting on yellows head whilst telling stories to her about your childhood,eart and him. he found himdlef smiling like a weirdo and his heart was fluttering in his chest.
“you know what i’ll love more? joining these late night bonding sessions”

a little washette thing for the 7sins au

@exadorlion

- they are the mind behind the 7sins au
- mari ur a blessing please keep drawing
- sorry if i messed up your otp i used part of your Laf’s route
- I think you’ll be spared if Tumblr doesn’t tag u in this lolol since I have like -23 followers on this blog


[so washington tried to write a letter the night he met laf]

“to you,

i am writing this with the coming of dawn. you are fast asleep on the bed besides me. that’s about all that’s keeping me grounded and sane.

i was fortunate to meet you in the prime of my time, my love.

i find myself desperate to relive this day. its entirety.

to see you again, in the midst of the drunken crowds, yellow flowers tucked in between the buttons of your shirt. i thought you were an angel, before realizing that i was the one coming from heaven. why you were equally feverish to come up to me, i still wonder to this very second.

to hold you again, behind the expand of these green woods, the lights of your town’s spring festival folding and unfolding behind us.

but time will cut through us like glass. they’ll come for me before the sky lightens up. somehow i am sure of that.

i do not know what they will do to me. throw me to hell, i suppose. rip my wings off. obliterate my soul. i see no reason why i am not shaking as i write.

but nothing aches me deeply than what you said after i explained everything to you.

‘then i’ll follow you.’ you said. ‘to heaven or to hell.’

it is engrained within me the look you had in your eyes. It’s the way a person who could not swim would look at the ocean.

listen to me.
please.
i beg you.

do not come for me.
do not go through with whatever is spinning into solidarity in your head.
i am not enough for you to ruin yourself.

i have all these memories of us. i’ll remember. i promise you.

you are the last person i held this spring.

g. washington.”

[of course laf never had the chance to read this lmao i’m guessing the ppl coming for washington burnt it]

-

[so lafayette tried out journaling after he met washington as a mortal]

“june starts today.

i knew they took him before i opened my eyes.
before i heard the birds were croaking outside and before i could pick up my clothes from the floor.

i can still smell him on me. like pine trees and ink.

/

adrienne came to see me.

‘why do you look like you’re in mourning?’ she said, her hair braided with the those same yellow flowers from the fields.

‘i was too clumsy.’

‘I’m sorry?“

‘i lost something, adrienne.’

she takes a good look at me.

’…judging by how you are, this “thing” certainly must have had a piece of your soul embedded in it.’

she was joking, but i felt sick to my stomach.

it’s going to rain before it’s going to get hotter. there’s dragonflies circling outside my window, around and around. at night they’ll be replaced with fireflies. it’ll look beautiful, if i can bribe the children with enough candy so they won’t come hurrying with their glass jars. i’ll feel the most relief in their lights. it’s what i believe heaven will look like. so i’ll feel a step closer to him, i guess.

/

after everything, i just really hope fingerprints will last a long time. not on glass or paper. on skin. i don’t wish to know the exact numbers or dates, but all i know is that he held my hand so firmly, it probably left a mark on my bones.

/

they’ve arrested the beggars near the market.
i heard their children screaming their throats raw.

i gave them these lemon tarts that i made. they crawled into my lap, begging for hugs and affection.

adrienne stopped visiting. actually, all of the virtues stopped.

the stolen money is rotting in my drawers.

/

i try to sit down and reason with myself.

then i remember your eyes and your mouth and your voice saying my name like something’s trying to take you away and i just can’t i’m so so sorry god

/

blood has a smell that sticks.

it’s useless trying to scrub it off.

if i just close my eyes, i can imagine the stars. instead of the faces.

/

i love you.

/

they’ll execute me tomorrow, then.

it’s decided.

god, it feels so cold in this cell.
i think i better get used to it.

i’ve done awful things.
i beg the lord to forgive me.

i’ve followed my promise.
i beg of you to forgive me.

may we meet again.

L.“

molded-from-clay  asked:

Drabble about Holly Blue? *flutters eyes* ilu

[insp]

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“I do hope that you will behave for Yellow Agate.”

Two-dozen Amethysts blink at Holly Blue. After a moment’s silence, they break formation to look at each other, to whisper and shrug because not one of them has any idea what she’s talking about. Holly clears her throat–twice–to draw their attention, but they’re already too far gone.

“You getting a partner, Holly Blue?” one of Amethysts calls out, actually standing up on tip-toe to peek over the heads of her sisters. “What’s she like?”

“I heard Yellow Agates are mean.”

“Oh good! She’ll get along great with Holly!”

Laughter rumbles through the room; Holly clears her throat a third time, so loud and forceful that the Amethysts finally take notice. They snap into place and raise their arms in salute.

“No, not a partner,” Holly says, already regretting her little prank. “A replacement.”

For once, Holly’s words are met with silence. The Amethysts look so delightfully baffled that Holly can almost understand why they taunt her so frequently, though for some reason, she cannot quite shake her regret.

“H-Holly…” says a Gem from Beta, her golden eyes turned round and filled with concern. “You’re not leaving us…!”

“It’s called ‘reassignment,’“ Holly says, and that, more than anything, seems to convince them, because if something has an official word, it must be true.

The regret inside of Holly swells. Any moment now, the Amethysts are going to overcome their shock and confusion, and when that happens they will outright celebrate her departure. This was a horrible idea, really, and if she’d put any thought into at all, she wouldn’t have gone through with it–

“Holly, no!” Carnelian cries. The tiny Gem throws herself forward, squeezes past her sisters and wraps herself around Holly’s knees. “You’re our Agate!”

Suddenly, a pair of much larger arms are wrapping themselves around Holly–then another, then another.

“Yeah! You’re ours!”

“You were assigned to us!”

They’re all talking at once, pleading with Holly, bolstering her, begging her not to go. Holly hasn’t seen them this upset since a Jasper was pulled from their ranks–and it occurs to her with sudden, shocking clarity that they’ve adopted her into their kinderkin, and that for better or worse, she is theirs.

“Come now!” she cries, prying away the nearest set of arms. “Compose yourselves! I’m merely joking!”

For the second time in half as many minutes, Holly’s words are met with silence. She would be proud of herself if the circumstances weren’t so… unusual.

“Joking?”

“Did she say joking?”

“Wait–was that a prank, Holly Blue?”

“My first and last attempt,” Holly assures them. She straightens as best she can in the middle of many arms. “I can safely say that I did not much care for it.”

“S-so… You’re not going anywhere?”

Holly sighs deeply, closes her eyes as if to imagine a different fate for herself. “No. I’m not.”

The celebration comes at last–cheers and laughter and strong hands pulling her back and forth. Holly cries out for order, but of course it does not come–and perhaps, just this once, she doesn’t entirely mind.

Puppy Love

Originally posted by ofallingstar

Character: Harry Potter (Year 2)

Prompt: None

A/n: I was watching the Harry Potter weekend this television channel runs like once a month and I’m doing a book report on Chamber of Secrets and I came to realize how much I love the earlier installments of the series both book and film. Plus first love fics are always cute.

~


“Don’t come back inside until I tell you to!” Shrieked Aunt Petunia as she all but shoved Harry outside. “I have to make this dinner perfect for the Mason’s and I can’t have you lolling about the kitchen getting in my way!”

Harry walked aimlessly out of the front garden as he made his way to his bench down the street, muttering about how wretched his day was going and it wasn’t even midday.

He continued to sulk until his ears perked as he heard a familiar voice that made his cheeks and neck begin to burn.

“Harry?”

He whirled around to find you sitting among your sunflower bushes, a place he often saw you from his bedroom window or on the rare occasions the Dursley’s took him out of the house.

You had lived on the other side of Privet Drive for as long as he could remember. But he had never really spoken to you until the previous year when he saw you at the Sorting Ceremony.

Harry’s eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard your name and even more so when he saw you in the flesh, sitting on the stool, waiting to be assigned to a house.

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El still wasn’t the best at expressing herself even after having been back in Hawkins for a few years. She found the concept of expressing her emotions, her thoughts, to be difficult. 

 Everyone around her knew so much about feelings, about talking, she felt completely at a loss. Until Will told her about flower language. He explained that flowers have meanings, that they symbolize different things.

                                              ——————

 "If I gave you a yellow rose, it stands for friendship. Things like that.“ Will had said to her as he drew one. 

 "So if I wanted to show someone what I thought of them, how I feel, I could use flowers?” She had asked timidly.

 "You could, yes.“

 She couldn’t draw and certainly couldn’t afford so many flowers, so she’d make a list and go from there. 

 "Thanks Will!" 

 She heard him chuckle after her as she raced to her room. 

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 She was sat next to Mike on the basement’s couch. Her fingers messing with the folded paper she’d wrote down all of the flowers on. She’d have to leave soon to go back home so she was trying to get up the nerve to give it to him.

 "Are you okay, El?” He asked, his tone as gentle as always. 

 "Yes, I-“

 "El, honey! Joyce is here to pick you up.” Karen hollered from upstairs. 

 "I, um, here.“ 

 She shoved the paper into Mike’s hands and darted up the stairs. Leaving him utterly confused as he unfolded it and began to read. 

 Flowers for Mike; 

 • lisianthus for calming 

 • gladiolus for strength of character 

 • delphinium for boldness 

 • sweet pea for shyness

 • freesia for spirited 

 • yellow rose for friendship

 • pink rose for appreciation 

 • pansy for loving thoughts 

 • peony for healing

 • sunflower for adoration 

 • lilac for first love 

 Flowers are a better way of talking - El 

 Mike grinned and blushed as he read over the list, again and again.

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 The next day, El was fidgeting as Mike sat down and handed her a piece of paper. Nervously scratching the back of his neck as she took it from him. 

 She opened it up and was confused to see it was the flower sheet she’d given him, only just yesterday. El glanced down to the bottom to see that he had added something. A soft smile settling on her face. 

 In his own messy handwriting, he’d wrote: 

 apple blossom for promise