So @asktheboywholived@sirussly and TT’s sister Oddoo did this Bellatrix and Fenrir power play post and it’s freaking incredible. Had to draw something based off of it because I have no self control. So here is TT as Fenrir and Oddoo as Bellatrix.
The first time Eponine and Cosette met was at a poetry reading.
Eponine and Grantaire came to support Jehan at a casual performance space on campus. The first person to perform introduced herself as Cosette, and Eponine couldn’t stop the mesmerizing pull that her poetry created. She was beautiful on stage, the lights tinting her blue hair purple as she spoke.
Eponine’s breath was caught in her throat for the rest of show.
Somewhere along the line, Grantaire convinced her to sign up for the open mic night segment at the end.
It was her first time performing her poetry in public, and she was completely under prepared for the way her nerves lit on fire as Cosette looked at her from the crowd.
Cosette personally coming up to tell her that she did beautifully was worth it.
Some kind of emotion stirs behind your eyes at his words but
you are too stubborn to let it in. He is being naïve. You settle into your
fighting stance and motion to him. “Come at me again.” It’s not that you don’t
want to be with Ubbe, not that the kisses you shared under that tree didn’t
leave you burning for him, but all of
that only makes you more fearful than ever. Your glass heart will surely shatter
when all of this inevitably falls apart.
You try leading with a different foot but again, Ubbe
touches you before your counterattack can land on him. This time he pulls his
punch, only tapping you when you expected to get knocked down again.
“DO NOT go easy on me!” you shout, so many of your mixed
emotions pouring out with those words. A few heads turn toward you but even
your friends look away quickly, eager to give you and your prince some privacy
to work things out.
“Y/N, please,” Ubbe says, face twisting up with
“I can get this,” you growl, setting your feet again. It’s
like there’s a storm trapped inside your body and violence is the only way you
can think to satisfy it. “Once more.”
Ubbe’s face twists in frustration. His next attack comes
with a bellow and you can see that you are truly aggravating him with your
stubbornness. Good. You twist around, fail, and he knocks you right on your
ass. “Again?” he snarls down at you.
“Again,” you agree, forcing a smile as you kick up to your
What are your opinions on John winchester... just my curiosity spiking?
Oh boy, that one.
I think he was a bad, neglectful parent. But I don’t agree with the pretty wide-spread characterization of him as a total demonic, drunk asshole who hates his kids’ guts and beats them up. I don’t think John actually beat them up – not on a regular basis, at least? I could maybe see arguments getting heated and violent, but not so much of a constant smackdown for every small mistake. He might have put them down verbally, if the Impala comment to Dean in the end of s1 was anything to go by… we all know Dean would never let Baby get rust or anything :(
I think he, kinda, destroyed them emotionally and totally didn’t provide enough support. He loved Sam and Dean, I’m pretty sure – but love alone’s not enough. He was a traumatized, scared man who wasn’t in the place to raise kids. I know it turned out that this childhood was the only way Sam and Dean could save the world. If they were raised happy and safe without any training and only ever becoming close with each other in their formative years, I doubt they could foil Lucifer’s plans that were thousands of years in the making in Swan Song. But John had no way of knowing that, so, that’s no excuse!
Also, that face that Dean makes in the Dark Side of the Moon when talking about John…
Yeah, that one. Poor guy. From the looks of it, John would never let them be kids, especially not Dean with his parentification burden. I could maybe understand wanting your kids to be ready if you know monsters are coming for them. But, damn, he could’ve stayed with them. Teach them how to shoot a gun if you really gotta, but you can also play catch with them and read them bedtime stories, yanno.
excerpt of a longer piece I’m working on, thought it could also sort of function as a tiny ficlet on its own:
He loves the way
Shisui undresses him. Starting with his sandals, heavy on his gait after a long
day, then his shin guards. The way he unbuckles them so dutifully, the same way
some girls like to envision themselves greeting their husband every night someday,
kneading a thumb gently around his calf muscle.
Perhaps it’s just the sight of
the other boy on his knees, head level with his thigh, that he relishes in. Itachi brushes that thought aside, staving off lewder images before they hue his cheeks with red (Not yet, he scolds himself; he’d rather
enjoy the thoughtfulness of the moment).
He loves it when Shisui removes his
arm guards for him, pressing a kiss to each wrist before he undoes the clasp
there and slides it off. Leaving his limbs with a sense of bareness in their wake. It makes him wonder if Shisui feels his pulse quicken
through his lips; if the other can feel him melt.