somewhat twins

You woke up facing Fred’s upper arm. Everything was blurred and soaked in darkness before your vision finally became clearer, revealing what seemed to be your small bedroom. You dared to let your head sink into your pillow with a thud. It was uncomfortably hot around your head and neck, and as the heat was making its way to your legs and chest, you jerkily pulled away the sheets in hope of cooling down. It made you angry. What kind of dream had that one been? Strange, terrifying things had happened, some of which were simply absurd, and yet you could not deny you were feeling somewhat afraid. Quickly, your glimpse wandered to Fred – or, more precisely, his back – to find out whether he was asleep. His breathing was steady; he was slightly curled up, most likely dreaming of better things than you. Your eyes rested on his figure for a moment, his hair that you could only see from behind, his arm, his upper body. It was calming to see him, but it nevertheless felt odd laying inside this bed in the darkness that surrounded you. “It’s all about falling asleep again, it’ll be less scary tomorrow morning” you kept thinking to yourself. If only it was that easy: You turned and twisted, but you could never be comfortable – either it was too hot or you just opened your eyes, somehow fearing that there was something in the dark.

By now, it felt as if you had been awake for hours. Perhaps the thought of missing sleep worried you, for you remained uneasy and thus started to move and fidget noisily as if there was a fly bugging you. But when you turned once more and curled up, you heard a little snort from beside: Fred seemed to have woken up. Hoping he would fall back asleep as quickly as possible, you forced yourself to remain still and waited for him to calm down again. However, you found it quite surprising to see him suddenly turning to you and looking into your eyes in the darkness. “Are we comfortable now?” he asked, his voice a bit raspy, and smirked. If the vision had been clear enough, he would have seen how you were blushing – for a moment, you remained silent before you desperately smiled at him and shook your head. “Sorry, Fred. I didn’t mean to wake you up” you said softly. Fred’s glimpse wandered over your body since the heat had caused you to push away the sheets. “Well, you’ve been quite… fidgety, (Y/N), so-“ – You smiled, not knowing what to say. Making Fred miss out on sleep was something you tried to avoid, but then again, you couldn’t help it. “Which is why I reckon there’s something wrong” he then continued. Surprisingly, he straightened up to get his wand from his nightstand and with a quick “Lumos”, a soft glow was brightening up his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked. His question didn’t seem to be filled with subtle disinterest, though; he seemed genuinely concerned and suddenly wide-awake, especially when he saw how hot you were. Looking into your eyes, he leaned on to the pillow while you moved a bit closer. “Had a bad dream.” you said softly and sighed. “That must’ve been one hell of a dream if you can’t fall back asleep anymore, (Y/N)” – “I’ve forgotten most of it, to be honest, but do you know that feeling when you’re in this kind of odd leftover trance from what you’ve dreamt? That feeling that just lingers on and you can’t get rid of?” – “Yes” Fred said thoughtfully, “I reckon I know what you’re talking about. No doubt that feels strange. I guess we’ll have to make you fall asleep again, right?” A quick smirk traced his face while his hands were softly stroking your hips, whereupon he gave you a gesture, probably to ask whether you felt the need to talk about the dream in detail. To respond, you brought your hands to his and gently brushed it with your fingers before taking it, making him understand. “Well, I can’t guarantee anything, (Y/N), but I guess we’ll try and get some sleep again.” he suddenly whispered. “And how are we going to do that, Fred?” – “Well, first of all, I reckon you should come a bit closer.” He smiled teasingly and moved aside to offer you space, whereupon you buried your head in his neck for a moment, taking in his scent.

It could barely be heard as he sighed out, but you felt goose bumps on the same spot you were so close to touching his skin. Fred could be very sensitive here and there, which was rather delightful to you, whereas he did not feel like this was a feature he should be highlighting too much. Nevertheless, he couldn’t help but smile as well before softly bringing his hands to your hair, brushing it back lightly as you started to put gentle kisses on his neck. Something about him laying awake provided safety to you, as if it proved that what you had dreamt hadn’t been real. The sweat had dried off, as it seemed, and your legs were calming down – only now you realized how heavily you must have breathed before. Fred took a pillow, pressing it against the rest of your bed before straightening up slightly until he was almost upright. “You look a bit pale” he said jokingly, his gaze wandering over your figure. “Thank you, Fred.” – “No, I was only trying to point out that your dream must’ve been quite…” – “Lousy?” Fred chuckled, bringing his hands to your waist. There were dark bags underneath his eyes which looked rather glassy and puffy, and yet, he gave you a most mindful smile before pulling you closer again. “Time to get back to sleep again, right? How do you feel?” – “A lot better. Good thing I woke you up” you replied cheekily. “Well, I won’t be like this next time. You know what I’m like whenever someone tries to take away my precious slumbering…” You tiredly rolled your eyes and before he could counteract, you had pressed your lips onto his. It all felt a bit softer when you were tired; the sheets between you, his warm skin, his lips. It was a slow, sleepy kiss, and yet, it felt more intense than ever. His eyes met yours when you let go of him. Once again you had to point out how much the sleepiness that was tracing his face appealed to you. As much as you would have loved to repeat, you started to feel tired and thus put your hands on his chest, slowly drawing nearer. “I guess that’s a good night, then?” – “Mhm, Fred.” – “Wake me up if the feeling comes back. I’ll keep an eye on you.” You smiled against his chest, slowly closing your eyes. Maybe there was a bit of anxiety left, but what had engraved in your mind was Fred’s gaze. And as he uttered a soft “Nox”, you believed you would have better dreams this night.

I hate people who go out of the way to be like “instead of caring about whats happening around the world all yall wanna do is talk about Beyoncé” like YES BITCH. With all the hate and sadness in the world, it’s a breath of fresh air hearing something as beautiful as Beyoncé being blessed with twins.
And theres this thing human beings can do which is actually quite amazing, called multitasking. We can care about many things at once. Just because we are talking about Beyoncé now, it does not mean we forgot about whats going on. Holy fuck, let us be happy. 

Luke and Leia in a slightly Regency Era look (more with Leia than her brother, really. Luke’s outfit was based on some of Bail Organa’s. I like to think if the twins had met before the Death Star, Luke would’ve ended up shyly calling the Organas “Aunt Breha and Uncle Bail”)

(Breha insists on a guest wing so that the Skywalker-Lars family can visit….convincing Owen and Beru to leave Tatooine proves to be far more difficult than anticipated)

Theory: Raven’s semblance is telepathy via dreams (with screenshots cause that makes long spills more interesting)

The tumblr user Ineedarealitycheck and I sat down and discussed this scene:

It was never explained in season 3 and we feared it may have been a forgotten plot point since Yang confirmed that Raven “never said a word” to her and that the last time she saw her was on the train. Obviously, the scene above is not a train but upon re-examination we reasoned that it was probably a dreamscape.

Our evidence: the weirdly saturated colours, the dissonant chime sounds, the blur, brightness and you-need-3D-glasses-to-see-the-images-right-esque effects on the characters. This is not regular Beacon. The last time we saw team RWBY they were all headed to bed so Yang could be asleep for this scene. (We also noted that the statue behind Raven disappears in the close-up shots but that could have been a continuity error).

Therefore, this meeting is all in Yang’s head. From here we have two accompanying explanations:

1) Yang is dreaming and matching up the image of her mother in her dad’s old STRQ photograph to the woman she saw in a split second on the train. But considering Yang’s surprise when Qrow showed her and Ruby the photograph in season 3, she may have not made this connection yet. 

2) Raven is communicating with Yang via dream-telepathy

Since Raven and Qrow are not identical twins, it’s reasonable to presume that their semblances are different. Qrow mentioned that Raven communicated with him, but never said how. Dream-telepathy communication seems like a suiting semblance for the elusive, dark and mysterious Raven. Perfect way to communicate over long distance with her brother and daughter. 

Problem: if Raven communicated with Yang, why did she send a message to her via Qrow as well? And didn’t Yang confirm that she only saw Raven on the train??? 

Solution: raise your hand if you’ve forgotten most of your dreams as soon as you woke up. 

Theory of dream-telepathy for Raven holds. Somewhat. 

Dog!AU Dipper & Mabel!

Mabel is an Icelandic sheepdog and Dipper is an Australian shepherd.

I’m not the best at dogs but hahaha I really like this idea so I TRIED.

( shout out to @theblindtorpedo and @cheeziswin for breed suggestions! )


Happy Birthday Eadlyn and Ahren! {April 16}

There are some things you don’t learn about yourself until you let someone else into the most intimate places of your heart. 

Rose was lying on her stomach on the bench, coloring fairly happily. She shivered, and pulled the edge of her short pink sweater dress down to cover as much of her legs as she could. That was the biggest downside to only owning dresses, it made it so much harder to keep warm in the winter.

Lili, kept warmer despite wearing a cyan version of the same dress thanks to her stressed pacing around the bench, noticed her sister was cold, and quickly pulled a blanket from her backpack over the shivering twin. She sighed, sitting by Rose and lightly scratching behind her ears, earning a contented purr. She knew full well Rose loved that, partly because Lili did herself. Rose hugged Lili, ditching the drawing for the time being in the hopes of at least somewhat calming her twin.

Lili managed a small smile for her. Well, at least she could make her sister happy, even if she couldn’t figure out what the hell they were gonna do.