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Kagerou Daze Manga - Chapter 48: RED I

R E D I

Comic GENE 3月 issue (read right to left)
Manga by: Satou Mahiro
Original by: Jin (Shizen no Teki-P)
Character Designs by: Shidu, Wannyanpuu

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Momo: Hibiya-kun!

Ene: Didn’t you leave with the Fox Eyes-san!?

Hibiya: That…After that something horrible happened…
Please help me, Onee-chan.

Momo: …’kay!

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Seriously thought there was nothing news worthy on this month’s chapter while I was overseas since I heard nothing. Came back and realise Jin still have no chill.

So back in the present after Ayano’s reason on why she and the siblings don’t live together anymore! But after their talk, they realise Momo had snuck out to continue her search for her friend, Hiyori. Soon the remaining Children will realise there was a lie in what they thought they knew and they were tricked. 

Going to try some translation again. Shout out to @fuyuyuu for talking to me with this and explained some parts on what happened. Oh! And I try to scan it in a new way, thinking this way the quality of the scan is better

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@whore4batfam mentioned that Jason would have missed out on Disney movies, and I couldn’t let that pass, so, it is 12:16 AM and here we are.

Damian finally finds him sprawled on one of the many, many couches that decorate Wayne Manor. There’s a book he’s probably read a hundred times in one of his hands, the other occupied with spooning Dick’s stolen cereal into his mouth. 

“Todd.”

The spoon stops halfway to his mouth and there’s a guilty smile on his face, betrayed by the mischief in his eyes.

“Don’t tell Dick.”

“Do me a favor and I will not.”

Jason seems to ponder that for a second before shrugging, “Shoot.”

Damian clears his throat, suddenly unsure of how to approach the topic before deciding to simply get straight to the point.

“Todd, certainly you’ve noticed that the rest of endless band of children Father seems to be adopting,” he receives a raised eyebrow and an amused smile for that, “are prone to making…references.”

Jason’s eyebrow arcs higher and Damian is left to question the limits of the human anatomy.

“You’re gonna have to be a bit more specific, shorty.”

Damian thought back, “…Last week, when we were in the cave and Father had just finished outlining the mission. He said ‘Let’s get down to business,’ and Brown and Grayson simultaneously screeched, ‘To defeat the Huns.’ Father had the same look he had on his face when he caught you and Cain trying to see how many of his ties you could hide in odd places before he noticed.”

Jason laughs aloud at that, looking extremely proud of himself, “Yeah, that was a good one.”

Damian raises his eyebrow, though somehow he doubts it has the same effect his older brother’s seems to have.

“Anyways, they’re referencing Disney movies, I think. I asked Tim about it once and he more or less told me that Dick and Steph have a cult like obsession with colorful children’s movies featuring catchy songs, talking animals, and overdramatic villains.”

“You’ve never seen them?” Damian asks, confused. He would have thought Jason would have enjoyed something like that.

“Wasn’t around when they came out,” Jason says, flippantly enough that Damian almost misses it.

Wasn’t aroun-oh.

Oh.

Suddenly, Damian feels like the largest idiot in the world. How could he not have had the foresight to maybe, ask one of the siblings that had used the references in the first place, why hadn’t he connected the dots-

“Stop thinking so hard, baby bat.”

When had Jason gotten up?

“I, um-”

He’s cut off when Jason tousles his hair, a casual smile on his lips. The young bird is too stunned to protest. Instead, he looks up at his brother and does what he’s always done best. He observes. There are bags under Jason’s eyes, a fading bruise on his shoulder, his hair is wet, and something about him is so, so tired.

“Todd?”

“Yeah, Dami?”

“Get some sleep.”

Jason chuckles as he walks towards the stairs, Damian quietly putting his cereal bowl in the sink and picking up his(Jason’s) book to take his place on the couch. Now to wait for Tim.


“Drake.”

Tim looks up, certainly not surprised at being accosted within seconds of walking through the front door. The look on Damian’s face is one of determination; he will not stop until his objective is reached. Tim sighs.

“At least let me take off my shoes.”


“So let me get this straight. You asked Jason about Disney movies, only to find out he was…gone when they came out, felt horrible, and now you want to watch them with him, but are hindered by the lack of your ability to Internet?”

Damian wishes Barbara was visiting.

But then Tim breaks into a smile and there’s something incredibly…tender about it. Damian thinks this won’t be too bad after all.


“Todd.”

Jason looks up. It’s been a day or so since Damian had inquired about one of their siblings’ many strange habits. He supposes he should have been more subtle about the whole thing, but what else was he supposed to say? ‘Oh yeah, sorry Damian, I didn’t see Mulan because my corpse was being submerged in the Lazarus Pit?’

He had, however, taken his younger brother’s advice in getting some rest. In fact, he had just woken up from a particularly nice nap, and had been planning to go and hunt for Dick’s last cereal box. Thieving aside, he waits for Damian to speak, seeing the boy looking expectant.

All he receives for his patience is a ‘follow me.’

Sighing dramatically and ignoring Damian’s ‘Tt,’ Jason drags himself from the covers and straggles after his brother, curious as to what his intentions may be.

Upon arriving in the same room Damian had found him in the day prior, Jason is, to say the least, confused. Moreover, he finds, he won’t have to go on a cereal-thieving scavenger hunt, as it’s already sitting on the coffee table in one of Alfred’s less precious ceramic bowls.

“Damian? What’s going on?”

Said preteen defender of Gotham and his Honor(Jason may not have been around for Disney, but he and Dick had sure as hell marathoned Avatar at least eight times), was struggling with what looked to Jason like an HDMI cable. Succeeding in connecting it, Damian fiddled with Tim’s laptop for a few seconds before setting it down carefully and practically tackling Jason to the couch.

Surprised, Jason yelped as they tussled on the couch, turning his head to the screen just as a soothing jingle played, accompanied by a graphic of a blue castle and the word, ‘Disney’ written in a circular font.

“…Damian?” He looks over to the smaller body sprawled against him to see him looking away, ears turning red.

“..I wanted you to watch them. I wanted to watch them with you.”

Jason stares for a moment before a soft smile overtook his features. 

“Okay,” he says, and settles down against the armrest, grabbing a handful of cereal and leaning against his baby brother as ‘The Little Mermaid’ appeared on screen.


Dick drops by the Manor to find his cereal on the floor and two of his siblings locked in a fierce argument.

“Mulan was clearly the best, she literally defied all gender stereotypes and learned how to fight as well as Li Shang in like, three days. Also bonus points for talking dragon and grade A catchy songs.”

“Ridiculous, Todd, Aladdin was obviously superior. The poor street thief with a heart of gold and the rebellious, self-aware princess? Not to mention the flying carpet, genie, and quality displays of villainy.”

They’re interrupted by a devastated scream, the two boys at last becoming aware of Dick’s presence.

“Dickie.”

“Grayson.”

Dick gazes up at them with a look of incredulous horror, “How could you?!”

Jason blinks. Damian stares.

How could you do this to my cereal, you heathens?!

Two pairs of eyes land on the mess of sugary breakfast food scattered on the carpet.

Shit.” That’s Jason.

“Thank you, Jay, for reali-”

Did we break Alfie’s bowl?!

Damian pales, vaulting neatly over the coffee table to search for the ceramic piece that could spell their doom. Dick is forced to watch as his two brothers scramble about the room, ignoring the remains of their pilfered meal on the floor. 

“Found it!”

Jason triumphantly holds up the bowl, chipped slightly, but still in one piece.

Dick wants to know why it was behind the couch.

Unfortunately, the other two residents of the Living Room of Horrors seem content to set the bowl to the side and resume their places on the couch, resuming where they’d left off in ‘Snow White’, having broken into an argument when Damian voiced his preference of Aladdin.

“I hate you both,” Dick, about to storm out of the room, is interrupted by Cass’ entrance to it. She looks to the screen, currently displaying the seven dwarves, before picking a piece of cereal off the ground and popping it in her mouth. Dick’s horrified expression goes unnoticed as she goes to squish Jason’s cheeks.

“Dopey.”

He sticks his tongue out and she replies in kind, before moving to Damian’s other side and cuddling him, the youngest of them content to be sandwiched between his brother and sister. 


“Dick, why are you calling me, it’s 4 pm on a Saturday I would like to be not awake right now.”

“Steph, I can never watch ‘Snow White’ again.”

Wolf!Wonwoo

Requested by anon: The Wonwoo fic and Taeyang fic are so freaking cute and they are so well written too omg! Please write more fics for the both of them as they’re my favourites (: Wolf!au? Thank you ((((:

Requested by anon: Wolf!au for wonwoo or woozi! Thank you and I love your works!!

so i got the same au request i hope both of these suited your taste! LIKE I SAID I HAVE OVERWHELMING FEELS FOR WONWOO SO THIS IS PROBABLY LIKE THE LONGEST HEADCANON I’VE EVER WRITTEN THIS IS SUPER LONG OMG BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOY EVERYONE!!!! BACK AT IT AGAIN WITH THE WONWOO IMAGINES :)))) if you weren’t satisfied please send me another request!

  • oKAY NO LIE I WAS LITERALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS LAST NIGHT
  • I was lying in bed and was just like “hm you know wonwoo really resembles a wolf????”
  • aND THE NEXT THING I KNOW I HAVE 2 REQUESTS ABOUT THIS AU LMAO
  • I love jeon wonwoo anyways
  • You lived near a very dense forest with your grandpa
  • Since it was a small town, there could only be so many things that could happen before word travels
  • Ofc nothing ever happens in your small town the most eventful thing was when the local market ran out of your favorite potato chips like honEST TO GOD
  • But as of late there’s been more signs of wildlife in the forest and everyone is lowkey freaking out like what is this we haven’t even had livestock in 80+ years????
  • Thanks to the dense forest there’s been showing a steadily increase in deer population yay!!!! But also what!!!!
  • With deer ofc comes…………
  • Wolves
  • Packs and packs of them
  • You’re worried for your life what if a wolf is gonna attack you one day since you’re right next to their habitat!!!!!
  • Your grandpa is just like lmao y/n chill i was a hunter back in the days we’ll be fine
  • It was a chillier day than usual in the winter and temperatures were dramatically dropping

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anonymous asked:

Hi!! I've spent the last few hours just reading your work and omg I love the way you interpret the prompts! You're making the long hiatus so much better already and I can't wait to read more! I have a prompt request as well: friends with benefits to realizing they like each other (with some angst added in!) thank you!!! :)

First of all thank you so much, that’s so sweet of you! Second of all, here it is! This is more playful than angsty but I still hope it’s okay!

AU: Jughead never went to Riverdale High and never became friends with Betty and the gang the way they were supposed to. Archie, Jughead, and Betty were close in middle school, but once they parted ways and Jughead followed in his father’s footsteps of becoming a Serpent, their relationship was never the same.

Betty brushed past Cheryl Blossom as she hurried her way down the freshly-mowed lawn of Riverdale High’s courtyard, nearly snagging her baby blue sweater on one of Cheryl’s particularly sharp insect brooches as their shoulders slammed into one another.

“B, where the hell have you been?” Veronica called to her from their usual picnic table at the end of the quad, her prized set of pearls shining elegantly in the mid-afternoon sunlight.

Ignoring the icy glare that Cheryl tossed in her direction, Betty maneuvered her way through the crowd of chatting classmates to slip her way onto the bench of the picnic table next to Kevin, just as Veronica turned to narrow her eyes at Betty. “I’ve had to listen to Cheryl’s incessant ramblings regarding the subpar quality of her brand new Louboutins for the past half hour and trust me, when I reach the point of boredom beyond repair talking about designer shoes, you know there’s a problem.”

“Sorry, something came up,” Betty mumbled, shrugging off her pale pink backpack and placing it on the wooden surface in front of her.

“There have been a lot of things ‘coming up’ lately,” Veronica pointed out. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say our little, not-so-innocent Elizabeth Cooper has a man in her life she’s been hiding from us.”

“Yeah, right,” Betty scoffed, unzipping her bag and rummaging through its contents to find the salt and vinegar chips she didn’t eat at lunch. “You know how terrible I am at keeping secrets. Remember your surprise birthday party last year?”

“How could I forget? You asked me to come over to help you with an English paper,” Veronica recounted the event in question, shaking her head in shame at Betty’s failed attempt at such a classic form of surprise. “The day Betty Cooper asks Veronica Lodge for homework advice, you know there has to be something else going on.”

Betty’s lips curled into a slight smile, her expression distant as she reached into the bag of chips and popped one into her mouth, repeating this process for several minutes without blinking or acknowledging that there were other people sitting at the table with her.

“Kind of like now,” Veronica mumbled, waving a perfectly manicured set of nails in front of her in an attempt to snap her out of the trance she had fallen into. “Look at her face, Kev. There’s something wrong with it.”

“You’re right, V,” Kevin concurred, leaning in close and tilting Betty’s chin towards him with a flick of his thumb. “There’s an actual smile on it. Hell must have frozen over.”

“Hey, I smile!” Betty defended herself, her too-tight ponytail nearly smacking Kevin in the face as she whirled around to look from Veronica, to Kevin, and back again.

“Not since Polly-” Kevin started to explain, but before he could get the words out, Veronica lunged across the table to place a hand over his mouth, nearly knocking various textbooks and papers onto the grass in the process.

“Shhh!” Veronica quieted him. “Kevin, we agreed that bringing up such events should be handled as if one were at Hogwarts and in the position of saying the name Voldemort - you just don’t do it!”

“Sorry,” Kevin shrank back onto his spot on the bench. “Let me rephrase. You’ve been a little down the past few months, but lately-”

“You’re happier than Kevin during a Brad Pitt movie marathon,” Veronica finished for him, her eyes dancing wildly as she leaned in to point a finger in Betty’s direction. “And that can only mean one thing.”

“Betty Cooper: number one in her class, editor of the Blue and Gold and all around girl next door, is getting a little ‘Fifty Shades of Freaky’ with one of Riverdale High’s finest young bachelors,” Kevin concluded, his arms crossing in front of his chest as if he were proud of himself for solving such a complicated riddle.

“I am not!” Betty protested. “You two have way too much time on your hands if you’re speculating why I’ve been smiling more lately.”

“What kind of friends would we be if we didn’t notice such things,” Kevin pointed out, his gaze suddenly leaving his friends to focus on the parking lot in front of them. “Kind of like how I’ve noticed Jughead Jones’ massive biceps lately, holy hot and bothered Rolling Stone-meets-Abercrombie you can actually see them bulging through that leather jacket.”

The boy in question stepped out of his midnight-black 1968 Plymouth Roadrunner, his dark hair falling effortlessly over his eyes as he moved to shut the driver’s side door.

“Joining the Southside Serpents has really sat well with his upper body muscles,” Veronica admired, her mouth hanging open slightly as he pulled out a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket like he was plucked straight out a scene from the Outsiders. “Too bad he doesn’t go here anymore, I would love to run my hands up and down those-”

“Veronica!” Betty’s eyes went wide as she turned to glare at her friend, whose mouth was practically watering as she took in Jughead leaning against the classic car and taking a drag from his cigarette like she was watching the most sensual thing she had ever laid eyes on. “Last time I checked you still have a boyfriend, or have you forgotten about our good pal Archie Andrews. You know, captain of the football team, lead singer of his very own rock band, Riverdale High honor student. Ring any bells?”

“Oh please, I’m allowed to window shop as long as I resist throwing anything into my basket,” Veronica muttered, picking up her copy of The Sun Also Rises and fanning herself with it, even though it was a perfectly cool fall afternoon that didn’t even come close to meriting such actions.

“That’s wrong on so many levels,” Betty mumbled, pushing her half-eaten bag of chips away from her and wiping her greasy fingers down the front of her sweater.

“What’s Jughead doing here anyway?” Kevin wondered. “I thought he and Archie stopped talking once he moved schools a few years ago.”

“He’s here to see me actually,” Betty admitted, turning in her spot on the bench to look at Jughead for the first time since he had pulled into the parking lot. “He was the best writer we had at the the junior newspaper in middle school and no one’s ever come close to filling his shoes, so he’s helping me out a few times a week after school at the Blue and Gold.”

“You sure he’s not helping you out with a few other things too?” Veronica wiggled her eyebrows at Betty suggestively, her lips creeping up into an amused smile as Betty narrowed her eyes at her.

“Just friends, Veronica,” Betty assured her. “Jughead isn’t Archie’s favorite person right now and after everything that’s happened with their fathers - I just - I wouldn’t do that to him, okay?”

“Whatever you say, B,” Veronica shrugged, still looking unconvinced as she reached underneath the table to retrieve her cheer bag. “Okay, I have to go find Cheryl before River Vixens practice so I can warn her that the choreography she’s been throwing at us is too 90′s cheer routine and not enough Beyonce video like we were going for.”

“Yeah, and I have to go witness the bloodbath of bitchy, yet impressively clever insults that is sure to occur as a result so we’ll see you later, Betty,” Kevin followed Veronica’s lead as she made her way away from the picnic table, the giddiness in his expression made even more evident by the enthused squeal escaping his lips as he bent down to pick up his backpack.

“Bye, guys,” Betty called out to them, shaking her head in amusement as she watched them round the corner to head back into the school.

Betty kept her gaze focused on the chemistry textbook resting open in front of her as she saw the movement coming from the parking lot out of the corner of her eye. Jughead had pushed off his car and was slowly making his way onto the sidewalk leading up to the courtyard. Her breath caught in her throat as he took a step closer. And another. And an-

“And then there was one,” Jughead announced, his leather-clad sleeve brushing the soft fabric of her sweater as he slid his way onto the picnic table next to her. “What’s it like without chatter mouth one and two attached to your hip?”

“I don’t know,” Betty sat up straight, turning slightly on the bench to quirk a challenging eyebrow in his direction. “What’s it like without your manhood to back up that newfound edginess that drives all the girls crazy? Wanna find out?”

“Betty Cooper,”Jughead beamed, one leg tucking underneath itself so that he could turn his body to face hers completely. “Throwing the banter back at me like we’re in a 1940′s black and white screwball comedy. I like it.”

“You’re early,” Betty noticed, her eyes focusing back on the periodic table displayed on the inside cover of the chemistry book.

“I ditched the last two periods,” Jughead shrugged nonchalantly, scooping up the abandoned bag of chips on the table and tossing back a handful into his mouth. “I figured that I’ve already learned as much as I needed to know about 17th Century England and the Taming of the Shrew to pass with at least a C in both history and English and still function in the real world like an adequately intelligent human being so why not skip out early and come see you?”

Jughead crumpled up the now-empty chip bag and tossed it behind him, missing the trashcan completely as he looked back to watch it roll onto the grass. Leaning in close, Jughead rubbed a hand on her knee resting underneath the table, his breath tickling the exposed skin of her neck and nearly causing a thrilled giggle to escape her lips.

“Jug,” Betty warned, reaching down to remove the hand slowly creeping its way up her thigh and turning to give him a leveled glare. “We agreed, remember?”

“You agreed,” Jughead corrected. “I said friends with benefits was a dated form of emotional torture that benefits neither party in any meaningful way.”

“Isn’t that the point?” Betty reminded him. “To not get attached in a way that lets you mean something to the other person?”

“I think that ship has sailed,” Jughead admitted, his eyes flicking to hers with a vulnerable state of truth-turned-worry when he realized that she might night have felt the same way. “At least on my part anyways.”

“You know that we can’t be anything more than what we are,” Betty explained. “At least not right now.”

“Because Archie blames me for my father’s involvement in his father’s shooting and he would love nothing more than to see me strung up on the mantle of his nice and cozy family-sized home,” Jughead recalled, his eyes rolling backwards dramatically sliding his leg back underneath the table and facing the empty set of picnic tables across the courtyard. “Yeah, you said that when we first started - whatever you want to call this. Doesn’t mean I understand it. And it doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Juggie,” Betty whispered, resisting the urge to reach out and caress his cheek affectionately the way she had grown accustomed to since they had started their relationship nearly eight weeks before.

“You know how I feel about you, Betty,” Jughead told her, his eyes softening slightly as his head turned to smile weakly down at her lips. “And I think that if you were being completely honest with yourself, you know exactly how you feel about me too.”

Betty knew he was right. She knew that she felt more than just lust, coupled with the added bonus of orchestrating their clandestine meetings, for the boy from the Southside who was more than just his leather jacket and tough demeanor. But she couldn’t risk her friendship with either boy in her life by making things official. Not yet.

“This is the way things have to be right now,” Betty sighed. “At least until Mr. Andrews gets out the hospital and everything just - settles down. Please, Jughead. I don’t want to lose you. But I don’t want to lose him either.”

Betty held Jughead’s gaze, her bottom lip jutting out slightly as her teeth automatically reached out to bite down on the tender skin there, a habit she had formed around the time she had started seeing Jughead in a little-more-than-just-friends kind of way.

“God, why do you have to do that thing with your bottom lip,” Jughead mumbled, his eyes flicking down to her pink lips with a fleck of longing in his gaze. “You know that drives me insane.”

“I know,” Betty beamed, her eyebrow quirking flirtatiously up in his direction. “Why do you think I do it so often?”

“Okay, if we’re still playing by these ridiculous rules you’ve set in place then we better get to the Blue and Gold room because I’m feeling the overwhelming urge to kiss you,” Jughead breathed, his heart beating wildly as Betty’s leg brushed against his, making his palms sweat in the best way possible. “Now.”

“Then what are we waiting for,” Betty leaned in close to Jughead as if she were going to meet her lips to his, but swung her legs out from underneath the picnic table at the last second and stood in front of him with her hands on her hips. “Race you.”

“You’re on.” Jughead grabbed Betty’s bag off the table and sprinted after her, not even noticing that there had been a figure lurking in the shadows who had witnessed their intimate exchange with a devious smile plastered on her flaming red lips. Turning on her less-than-adequate Louboutin heel, Cheryl let her waist-length red hair swing playfully behind her as she sauntered her way to cheer practice, already scheming and plotting how she was going to use this juicy new development to her advantage.

anonymous asked:

I'm newer to the fandom so maybe I just haven't seen it yet, but I haven't really thought of Harry as a big drinker? I thought that was mostly Louis and his friends.

LISTEN you are missing out, my friend. harry is the sloppiest drunk and it’s beautiful but it’s been suppressed lately because they’ve been pushing the louis! lads! clubbing! stuff for a couple months. but harry! gets! so! sloppy!!

(it’s my head canon that he’s an incredible lightweight but what do i know maybe he drinks like a fish)

here’s a roughly chronological (based on hairstyle) post of the sloppiest pop star of all time THIS IS SO LONG BYE

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Title: Sleep With Me

Pairing: Sherlolly

Word Count: 1880

Rating: K/G

Summary: When Sherlock offered the sleepy pathologist his bed he really hadn’t intended on joining her…

[On Ao3] [On FF.Net]


An amused smirk twitched at one corner of Sherlock’s lips as he watched Molly fail in her attempt to stifle a yawn.

“Why don’t you just stop fighting it and go to sleep?”

“’m fine,” Molly mumbled around another uncontainable yawn.

“I’m not Rosie, you know,” Sherlock snapped mildly. “I’m not an infant. You do not have to keep an eye on me every second.”

Molly caught her bottom lip between her teeth, either in contemplation or to bite back a retort, Sherlock wasn’t entirely sure.

“Well, maybe… Maybe I will just kip here for a bit.” She put aside the book she had been reading and stretched out on the sofa, wriggling around for a moment to find a comfortable position.

“You can use my bed,” Sherlock offered, distractedly plucking at the strings of his violin. “You’ll be much more comfortable.”

Molly’s head popped up, her eyes slightly wide. “W-what about you?”

Sherlock huffed. “I highly doubt I will be doing any sleeping tonight.”

“Oh. Then maybe I should stay up and keep you company,” Molly purposed, looking unsure about leaving Sherlock on his own even if she would just be in the next room.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Sherlock dismissed. “There’s no need for the both of us to lose sleep. Especially when you’re tired and I’m not. I’ll be fine.”

Molly sighed. “Okay. If you’re certain.”

“I am.”

Molly hauled herself up from the sofa and crossed the room. “Don’t hesitate to wake me if you feel any urges.”

Sherlock arched his brows at her.

“Oh you know what I mean,” Molly huffed, rolling her eyes, trying to appear exasperated, but the touch of pink tinting the tips of her ears gave away her embarrassment.

Sherlock smiled. “Yes. Will do, Molly. Goodnight.”

Molly sighed. “Night, Sherlock.”

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celestialbrnze  asked:

pidge is most likely slytherin

Mmmmm I LOVE Harry Potter aus and I’ve been seeing a lot of people post their hcs about everyone’s houses… And I agree with like none of them lol so let’s start some Discourse™. Shoutout to @dollygale I love u Mari <3 Write your fic soon okay I’m Dying Squirtle.

This’ll just be like… House headcanons ‘cause this post already turned out long as hell. I’ll post more headcanons later lol.

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I honestly have no memory of having written this (or: Aaron Sorkin and Julian Fellowes are BOTH going to kill me)

I was Googling around among the old posts for something that needs to go into a reply to an ask when I stumbled across this. Now I’m wondering what I was smoking. Because it’s fun, if I do say so myself.

It started with this comment and reply:

atarilake:

So I just heard that Michelle Obama is such a hardcore Sherlockian
She actually called BBC and asked for season three
And they gave her the sloppily put together tapes of season three
Michelle Obama literally called BBC for season three and they gave it to her

And my reply:

This would be wonderful if there was any way it could be true, as none of S3 has even been shot yet. Shooting starts in March.

Also: to they best of my knowledge the production company does not do the kind of “storyboard video” that a major film might do. So, nothing like that would be making its way to the White House either.

…Sorry. (But what was the source of this rumor, I wonder?“

To which the answer, per remaaarkable, was:

I believe the Sherlock rumor stems from the fact that Michelle Obama asked for Downton Abbey early at some point–but I think it was the Christmas special or something.

And then suddenly this happened:

INT. OVAL OFFICE – DAY

PRESIDENT JED BARTLET sits behind his desk in the Oval Office. He looks annoyed as LEO McGARRY, his Chief of Staff, walks in.

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Secrets Kill 1

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader; Steve Rogers x OFC Jessica; Bucky Barnes x Reader (Close friendship)

Warning: Swearing, Drinking, Cheating, Lying, Near death, Secrets, Angst, Drama, Heartache. (Don’t say you weren’t warned…

They say innocent flirting never hurt anyone, clearly they were never in your situation. Being apart of the Avengers was everything you had asked for, and more. Getting close with Steve Rogers was an even bigger plus, that little crush you had on him, became something you couldn’t resist anymore. When you decide to admit your feelings for him, your best friend Jessica announces she’s going to ask him out. You can’t stomp on your best friends happiness for your own selfishness. Could you? But what if Steve doesn’t feel the same for her? Can you convince him to play along? Can you box away your own feelings for Steve to let your best friend find some kind of happiness? How bad could this go, you were a trained spy hiding and lying was a key part in your training. 

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Don’t Tempt Me

Peter Parker x Reader

As part of my request a prompt, 300 follower celebration.

Request: Prompt #37. “Don’t tempt me.” For tickle fight that ends up in a wrestling match. (Thank you <3) As requested by: @withinmeloveresides1

Thank you for the request; friggin’ cute idea! This got a little long. Hopefully this is what you were wanting. Enjoy some quality, hard-core nerd flirting. 1.3k words.


It had started innocently enough: a quick nudge of a bony elbow to his ribs, a soft protestation to the joke he’d made on your behalf; teasing you for not getting the name of the particular, heavily forested moon his heroes were traipsing through. The two of you had been watching Star Wars in his bedroom for the past couple of hours; the little T.V. he’d pulled out of a dumpster the week before propped up on an equally trashy table you’d managed to find out on the street in front of your apartment building just for the occasion. The DVD player he’d refurbished wasn’t the best; you’d spent a majority of your time skipping back and forth through some of the most iconic scenes, attempting to work through the heavily pixelated images as the machine stuttered and choked over itself.

“Hey, be nice Darth Parker,” you bumped shoulders with him, your elbow pushing its way under a firm arm, past the loose fabric of his flannel, and into his ribs, “not everyone is a walking Star Wars encyclopedia.” You noticed when he scooted an inch or so away from you, torso twisting, blanket wrinkling as he pulled part of it with him, the warm space between the two of you beginning to cool as he did so. A mischievous grin spread across your lips.

Was Peter ticklish?

“Darth Parker?” He laughed, his head thrown back, curly strands of hair at his neck catching on his collar, eyes twinkling and pinched at the corners, “really? That was the best you could do?” This time you sent an errant finger to tease at his stomach as an accessory to the dirty look you gave him.

He jumped and let out a choked laugh, cutting it off quickly, schooling his features in record time to turn and glare at you.

“Quit it,” he said, cheeks slightly pink, a hand holding his wounds, calloused fingers enclosed over the secret spots your fingers had discovered.

Peter was definitely ticklish.

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RFA + theme(?) park day

Thank you @asking-mystic-messenger for giving me prompts <3

The reason why there’s a question mark is because I don’t know if all of these count as a theme park…also for Saeyoung I could have written an entire post dedicated to him at an amusement park, but I’ll save it for another day if anyone is interested! Also requests are open so please ask away~

-Sevensity 



Yoosung:

  • ofc y’all are gonna end up going to a zoo
  • but not one where the animals are treated like shit
  • it’s more of an animal conservatory than anything, so they help endangered species and provide a habitat necessary for them to live (honestly some zoos are so atrocious it makes me want to claw my eyes out)
  • spends hours petting alpacas
  • “Can we take one home?”
  •  Yoosung as much as I agree with the idea I think kidnapping an alpaca counts as a felony
  • You guys have a really wonderful little train ride around the different habitats. There’s a pleasant breeze, which rustles through Yoosung’s hair as he gazes far out across the land. There is no noise other than wind, the rattle of the train on its tracks, and the sound of your own heartbeat, which grows stronger when glance at the man you love
  •  Yoosung’s face is brighter than the fucking sun he’s such a happy marshmallow
  • he’ll often start talking all animal anatomy to you and sometimes he just blinks and stops himself because whoops? you probably have no idea what I’m talking about?
  • but then you tell him he’s really cute when he becomes so passionate about a topic, and he sorta just blushes a little a giggles and says he can teach you more so you guys can have discussions about this sort of stuff
  •  hoo hoo private lessons with Mr. Kim I’m sure he’s a great tutor wink wonk


Favorite Attraction:

The more peaceful stuff, like carousels and trains

Attraction to keep him away from: 

Roller-coasters (because baby bean is actually a bit afraid of heights) though he will join you if you promise to hold his hand the entire time 


I’m so sorry but I just couldn’t think of anything for Jahee!! ;__;


Jumin:

  • You guys would probably also go to an amusement park
  • but good luck getting him to change out of his normal formal attire
  • “Jumin casual wear. Casual wear.”
  • “Yes, this is what I wear during a casual day. Is there a problem with my outfit? Is the colour not appropriate?”
  • “Jumin the colour is the least of my worries. You’ll actually get a heat stroke if you go like that.”
  • Anyways it takes about a solid hour for you to convince him to downgrade to a dress shirt and jeans
  • but oh is is worth it because he looks fkn H O T
  • however, he will not tolerate standing in line for a ticket, to he uses his rich boy powers to be the first one in the park 
  • Has never been to an amusement park before, and although he does understand their purpose from a business perspective, cannot comprehend why people bother going to them
  • ok Jumin I’ll show you why commoners come to these places
  • You don’t even start with the tamer rides to ease him into it, instead, you grab his hand and precipitate yourself towards the biggest, craziest ride there is. 
  • We’re talking about loops, twists, massive drops…oh, and it goes backwards too
  • Jumin keeps mumbling to himself as the ride slowly started climbing higher and higher.  You know what to expect, but Jumin doesn’t. You know that the ride hasn’t actually started yet, but Jumin doesn’t.
  • He grumbles about how useless this is, what a terrible way to pass time, are commoners so desperate for amusement they consider this to be adequate entertainment???
  • But then you get to the peak, and the only thing keeping you guys from falling straight down are the safety straps
  • Jumin’s eyes widen just a bit, and he lets out the smallest “Oh” as he realizes his impending doom
  • You don’t have time to react before you’re both launched into the abyss
  • Also you’re 128% sure Jumin screamed the whole time while you half laughed at him, half also screamed, though he will deny such a fact for as long as he lives
  • When you both get out, Jumin’s hair is a complete mess and his cheeks are flushed a delicate pink
  • move over Zen, there’s a new god in town
  • You still giggle occasionally at the memory of the ride, so Jumin, wanting some revenge, wraps an arm around your waist, and pulls you closer.
  • “My, I never knew you could be that loud,” he whispersd in your ear, making you shiver,  “tonight, how about I make you scream like that for me?”
  • Daddy yes


Favorite Attraction:

Surprisingly enough, he is very fond of water rides - especially those with water guns where you can shoot others with - as well as bumper cars

Attraction to keep him away from:

The food court. This man will complain about everything from prices to the quality of food and services, he will go on for hours.  Make sure you go buy the food by yourself. 


Zen:

  • he’ll 100% want to bring you to a carnival
  • and people there will 100% try to hire him as a last minute performer so make sure you keep him close to you,  unless you want to see him dress up and parade around in a sparkly outfit that sounds really nice tbh
  • He’s going to buy a couple of those masquerade masks and make you both wear one but lord are they so extra
  • He looks like a prince from the medieval ages
  • Zen is all too eager to show off his strength using the hammer at the strength meter. Finds it adorable when you try to beat his score bonus points if you actually manage to
  • Is impressed by your skills at Whack-a-Mole, and is kind of embarassed when his own skills are sup-par
  • You guys share an enormous ball of cotton candy. Usually he doesn’t like sweets because it’s bad for his skin, but now he loves it since it makes your kisses all the more sweet
  • You ride the Ferris Wheel at night, and Zen makes a point to kiss you when you get to the very top also bonus points if there are fireworks going on


Favorite Attraction:

House of Mirrors (for obvious reasons) can probably smell mirrors from miles away so don’t even try to hide this place from him

Attraction to keep him away from:

House of Mirrors (for equally obvious reasons) yeah so good luck getting him out


Saeyoung:

  • Is an actual ten year old
  • probably more excited than you are, and you have to keep him from running around in circles while you wait in line to buy tickets (he also wanted to hack into the system earlier so you two could get in before opening hours but you said no)
  • letting him eat all those chips and soda for breakfast was probably not the best call, since now his energy levels have increased threefold
  • he’s such a high maintenance boyfriend jfc
  • at first you think it’s normal because let’s admit it, he’ll always be a kid, and who doesn’t love a good old amusement park outing?
  • as soon as you get inside, Saeyoung, eyes sparkling with all the mischievious ideas of someone half his actual age, begs you to let him choose the first ride
  • you agree, because his excitement is getting to you too and honestly you know you’ll have fun together no matter what you do
  • wow what a terrible idea
  • of course this tomato choose the water ride, where all the passengers get s o a k e d
  • now you understand why Saeyoung was so excited, and insisted that you both wear a white tank top that day
  • but it’s too late to back out now
  • you have to admit, it’s pretty refreshing after waiting under the scorching heat of the sun for such a long time
  • you also have to admit the white tank tops weren’t such a bad idea cuz damn this boy has a nice body
  • though on the other hand, he was hoping to be able to see more
  • better luck next time ya loser


Favorite Attraction:

Roller-coasters or haunted houses, whichever one it is, he will make a point to scream as loudly as possible, and as obnoxiously as possible. 

Attraction to keep him away from:

Literally any ride during which screaming is not considered appropriate.  He will not hesitate so scream his heart out during a carousel ride, pretending to clutch onto a horse for dear life someone save this boy from himself


I hope you enjoyed this drabble! I also wrote some headcanons about the RFA/Minor Trio and Avocados, so if you’re interested, you can read it here

anonymous asked:

5.0.5 and reader go to the park. It's friendship not romantic.

WHAT BLACK HAT DOESN’T KNOW

5.0.5 x Best Friend! Reader

A/N: Sometimes I feel like this blog is flooded with Black Hat (Maybe because it is!) and so I really enjoy doing little things with 5.0.5 because he is just so pure. X)&
Anyways! Hope you like it!


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Sunshine! Something you had been sorely lacking living in Black Hat’s world of darkness. 5.0.5 felt the same way apparently, as he frolicked in front of you with a happy gleam in his eyes.

Somehow the two of you managed to sneak away earlier that morning, before Black Hat came down for his coffee. Dr. Flug watched the two of you exit, startling you when his voice carried from the corner.

“And where are you two sneaking off to?” His voice was more confident than normal, as he was comfortable around 5.0.5 and you.

“Sneaking? Who said we were sneaking anywhere?” You replied, attempting to look as innocent as possible.

“Y/n,” Flug sighed, raising an eyebrow at you, “You and I both know that nothing could get you up this early besides waffles… and I don’t see any waffles.”

The scientist sipped his coffee and waited smugly for your response. You sighed and hung your head in defeat.

“Alright, Science Boy, you caught us.” You said, “5.0.5 and I were going to go to the park.”

“Didn’t Black Hat have some errands for you to run today?” Flug asked.

“He did.” You smiled, holding up the keys to the company vehicle, “But first 5.0.5 and I are having some fun! What the boss man doesn’t know won’t hurt me.”

“If Black Hat finds out about this…”

“He won’t find out!” You insisted, “You’re more than welcome to join us, you know.”

“Any other day, y/n, I would, but not this time.” And with that the doctor walked off down the hall, mumbling something about an anti-gravity device that needed reconfiguring. You shrugged his warning off, and proceeded to head out with 5.0.5.

You took a deep breath. This is what your life had been missing, quality time out of that Hat-Shaped-Hell-Hole with your best friend.

“Hey! 5.0.5! Catch!” You smiled, tossing a frisbee towards him. The bear laughed and ran after it, adorable as always. Sure, the two of you received some stares from the early morning dog-walkers, but you were having fun, and that’s what was important.

Eventually, you two tired yourselves out and 5.0.5 stopped to take a nap under one of the park’s many trees. 5.0.5 was probably the most comfortable thing ever, so you laid up against him, soaking in the warmth of the day. You were glad you’d done this, and that you’re friend was here to share the day with you.

——–Skip Back to the Mansion———

Later that day, Flug returned to the kitchen for lunch when Black Hat came storming in.

“Where are they?” He asked impatiently.

Dr. Flug peered around the refrigerator door. “Where are who, sir?”

“I haven’t seen y/n all day!! And that atrocity hasn’t bothered me in hours!” Black Hat fumed.

“Heyyyy!” Came Demencia’s voice from down the hall.

“Not you, imbecile! I was talking about 5.0.5, so help me if they’re not back soon…” the threats continued. Flug didn’t know wether to cover for you or say I told you so, but any moment now Black Hat was going to blow a gasket.

“That’s it! When I find those two they’ll be worse than de-”

“Find who, sir?” You asked, popping up behind Black Hat suddenly. He turned and looked at you with wide eyes. Behind you 5.0.5 was dusting off some pictures down the hall. Silence covered the kitchen for a moment, until you broke it again.

“Sorry about the wait, boss. Traffic was pretty bad!” You chirped, handing him several boxes, which were immediately re-burdened to Flug. Then you ran after Demencia, your favorite TV show’s theme playing in the adjacent room. 5.0.5 soon followed you.

“I didn’t expect them to leave until noon…” Black Hat growled, walking away, “No matter, now maybe you can work with such efficiency, Flug.”

anime-trash-me-up  asked:

I loved that last one so much I have to make another request RFA+V+Unknown reactions to coming home and finding MC vacuuming with headphones on and dancing like an idiot in their clothes (bonus if its music they wouldnt expect MC to listen to) :3

I appreciate it! MC is hella cute tho.


Yoosung

  • what an amazing day to stay at home
    • your classes were canceled so sleeping in was bae
  • after waking up from your extra few hours of sleep
  • why not put on his shorts and LOLOL shirt?
    • no bra too :p
    •  ppffffttt come on, you knew you weren’t going to leave the house anyways
  • thought you would do some house cleaning for the heck of it
  • you turn on some tunes and start vacuuming
  • wow this song is jamming!
  • you start to do a little dance, swaying your hips and moving your free arm
  • Yoosung comes home early and he just freezes in the entryway
    • are you wearing his LOLOL shirt???
    • with no bra!!!!!  ( ⊙ ་། ⊙ );;
  • he can’t help but watch you because you’re doing this cute little dance
    • you are just so precious!
  • turns vacuum around towards the door
  • your eyes meet Yoosung’s and you get startled
    • ヽ(゚〇゚)ノ  
    • drops the vacuum and you yank your earbuds out of your ears
  • Yoosung jumped as well ヽ(゚〇゚)ノ
  • “Yoosung, you gave me a mini heart attack!”
  • he feels so bad he scared you he goes over to give you a hug
  • “Oh my gosh, hon’! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you”
  • he helps you clean the rest of the space before you two sit down for lunch

Jaehee

  • Jaehee went off to work while you stayed home to do a bit of clean-up
  • but you kind of oversleep and you went up walking up at noon
    • worth it
  • you lazily grab one of Jaehee’s lounging shirts
    • honestly it’s your favorite, it’s so comfy
  • Jaehee was going to come home late so you have enough time to clean up
  • it’s late in the afternoon when you’re doing some vacuuming while listening to your music
  • Jaehee comes home early
  • she stops when she sees you in her favorite shirt
    • and you’re doing some type of tap dance?
    • oh gosh it’s s o cute
  • tries her hardest to suppress a laugh, but she can’t help it
  • you hear your sweet gelato’s jovial laughs through your headphones
  • you turn  (//O_O//;)
  • it’s so embarrassing! 
    • “don’t laugh Jaehee ><”

Zen

  • Zen called you when you got home saying that he maybe coming home later than usual
    • (。•́︿•̀。)
  • while it is a shame your Zenny won’t be home until later
  • you decide to turn your disappointment to determination
  • it’s never messy in the apartment, but it could use a nice tidying up!
  • comfort is key in the sanctity of your own home so you switch out of your outside clothes with one of Zen’s henleys and sweats
    • sooo comfy and warm  (*¯ ³¯*)♡
  • listens to some music on your phone to get in the mood
  • you take the time to clean every nook and cranny
    • OH NO THERE’S A CAT HAIR BY THE WINDOW!!!
  • you finish off the cleaning session by vacuuming the carpet
  • one of your favorite songs plays and your body just can’t help but dance
  • Zen comes home as originally scheduled
  • he’s talking when he first comes in
  • “MC, I tried calling you bu–”
  • you have no idea what you’re doing to this marshmallow right now
  • the fact that you’re in his clothes, doing a cute dance, just made his heart grow ten times its size ~( ♡ ω ♡~ )
  • he takes a quick picture of you before you turned off the vacuum
  • “You’re just too cute.”
  • you slowly turn around with wide eyes and an intense blush
  • oh good golly gosh you’re so cute

Jumin

  • Jumin is just being Jumin
  • he goes off to work early in the morning and usually doesn’t get back until the evening
  • you had today off from work/school
  • it gets kind of boring in the penthouse, especially when your donut isn’t there 
    • like what do I do?????
  • you call the maid to not come in today, you’re cleaning the house!
  • the day starts when you put on Jumin’s burgundy long sleeves
    • it’s one of your favorite casual tops he wears!
    • and it’s so high quality (✧∀✧)
  • by noon you put on your earbuds and tune into your cleaning playlist
    • Elizabeth 3rd hates the loud blaring noises!!!
    • she high-tails to the bedroom
  • your favorite song starts to play
    • you can’t help but move to the beat
    • and sing along
  • like anyone who is too entranced in their dance and song
  • you don’t realize your surroundings
  • your back meets a strong figure that isn’t the wall
    • …you know who it is
    • all the blood rushes to your face, freezing in place
  • turns off the vacuum, pulls out your earbuds
  • “How much did you see?”
  • there’s a pause, “Depends”
  • you take a deep breath, leave the vacuum, and walk off into the bedroom
  • he’s just standing there because you were doing this cute dance in one of his shirts
    • don’t you have your own clothes?
    • but you did look good in it
  • makes a mental note to purchase one that fits you properly

707

  • Seven was busy working himself to the bone for the agency 
    • damn you Vanderwood
    • and that clod was NAPPING on the couch
    • HOW DARE HE!
  • you feel so bad for your jellybean but you figured the best thing you can do for him was to not bother him
  • to do him a good turn, why not clean the place up!
    • you bully Vanderwood and Saeren to help you
  • it gets a little cold so you put on one of Seven’s clean flannels
    • is this…a chip in the pocket?
  • between the three of you, there’s more ground to cover
  • Vanderwood and Saeren were done with their sectors
    • the clod goes back to napping while Saeren went to his room to fold his laundry
  • all you had left to do is vacuum
  • to pass the time, you listen to some music
  • when a good song comes on, you start to dance to the beat
    • you even do a spin because why not
  • hands steal your grip on the vacuum and you’re pulled into a different dance
  • Seven is spinning you around, trying to do a waltz
  • the two of you are all clumsy feet and laughs
  • you misstep and fall onto the couch
    • shit Vanderwood is one heavy sleeper
  • eventually, he wakes up
    • “OMG STOP MAKING OUT ON ME!!!”

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V

  • V got the sniffles and a fever so you forced him to stay in bed
    • you were willing to fight him so he did as he was told (ง •̀_•́)ง
  • one morning while he’s still asleep you on old college sweater and went straight to cleaning
  • you would check on him every so often
  • sweetheart is doing okay 
    • he even compliments you in his sweater
    • because it’s way too big for you and it’s so cute
  • last time you check on him, he’s napping
    • you sneak a quick pic for later because he’s so adorable
  • you make sure to close the door so you don’t wake him up
  • turns on the vacuum and puts your earbuds on
  • this one song starts to play and your body moves with each note
    • you’ve danced to this song plenty of times
    • and sang to it 
  • you feel a hand on your shoulder, and whip yourself around
    • incidentally hitting V’s stomach
  • ヽ(゚〇゚)ノ !!!!!
  • THE SWEETHEART HAS BEEN INJURED MAY DAY MAY DAY
  • you set him down back into bed with every word coming out of your mouth as an apology
    • SORRY S  O RR Y  S O R R Y!!!
  • he’s so sweet and pure, of course he forgives you

Unknown

  • Saeran fell asleep playing his Gameboy in the bedroom
  • he’s so precious and cute let him sleep (。・//ε//・。)
  • this was also the time to steal one of his punk band t-shirts
    • why are the sleeves torn off???
    • you also throw on his red zip-up hoodie to warm you up
  • the bedroom door is closed and the hallway door is closed, so he can’t hear you clean
  • you wanted him to wake up to a clean house, some hot chocolate, and a nice warm blanket to cuddle underneath
  • time to plug in your earbuds and listen to some of those song recommendations your bean gave you
  • you put this one song on repeat because hot damn it’s so awesome
  • Saeran wakes up from his nap, heading to the kitchen for a snack
  • when he leaves the hallway, he opens the door to you shrugging your shoulders while wiggling your hips
  • and he’s just..
  • he doesn’t know what to say
  • you looked pretty cute in his muscle shirt and zip-up
    • but how does one say it?
  • “y-you look cute”
  • you can’t hear him
  • ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄
  • you turn to vacuum the carpet to your side and your eyes meet his
  • he said something to you so you take out your earbuds, turning off the vacuum
  • “what did you say?”
  • he’s so frustrated that he needs to repeat it
  • “I SAID YOU LOOK CRUMMY. GOD!”
  • (・・;)ゞ
  • the gumdrop gets all flustered but you’ve learned to translate his insults into compliments
    • crummy=cute!
  • “Aw! You’re crummy too!”
  • (⸝⸝⸝ ≧ㅿ\⸝⸝⸝)/
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Rating: T

Yuri sighs dramatically before flopping onto his back, finally meeting Otabek’s eyes for the first time since he’d arrived.

“I’m supposed to be the world’s best figure skater, not the world’s most pregnant one…” Yuri whines forlornly, eyes glossy and rimmed with red, but fixed into a faux-glare up at Otabek.

Otabek chances a small smile at Yuri’s perfectly timed cynicism. Except the next second, Yuri’s nose is scrunching up so hard it forces his eyes shut and a pitiful cry escapes from the back of his throat, the dam breaking in a glorious flood of snot and tears.

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Advice for freshmen

Don’t feel pressured that high school will be ‘the greatest 4 years of your life’ because your not going to think that when your there. Youll either hate it, or it’ll be whatever. People only say it’s the best because nostalgia.

Go to a bunch of school events. Dances, games, pep rallies, whatever. They’ll probably dumb, but your entire school will be dumb together.

Youll have that one teacher that you fucking hate, but everybody loves. Youll have that one teacher everybody hates but you love. And they’ll be that teacher that everybody fucking hates. The best way to make friends in that class and make it bearable is too shit talk that teacher with your classmates.

Your English teacher will either be like the one above, or the best person you’ll every meet. Be friends with that teacher, don’t be afraid of being a teachers pet. Don’t be afraid to kiss ass

If any upperclassmen pick on you, chances are they’re fucking assholes and everyone in their grade thinks they’re annoying.

Classes are harder. But if any teacher scares you like “Next year your teachers won’t baby you and give you extensions/extra credit/make up work” They’re fucking liars.

Nobody cares what kind of clothes you wear or back pack you own

You guys are going to be loud and irritating to older people no matter what, so fuck it. Youll grow out of it, and when you hit senior year, you’ll laugh back at yourself. All of the seniors now we’re like that too.

If a senior boy or girl hits on you, you should probably avoid them, chances are they don’t have your best interest at heart.

It you don’t want to shave your legs or pits or whatever for gym or PE, dont. Nobody will fault you.

Sex ed will be stupid and un informative. Don’t take it serioisly. The only part to take 100% serious is if they give you information to clinics and such. Copy that down.

Dye your hair. Get piercings. Fuck it.

Don’t judge others for how they look and you’ll be happier.

Don’t feel pressured to stay in a relationship. It’s normally if they last for less then a month.

Don’t feel pressured to stay with the same friends from middle school. Meet new people.

Every actor on television playing high school students are in their 20’s, it’s okay if you don’t look like that.

If you mensturate, yes, at some point, it’s going to happen at the worst moment, and it’s going to suck. Do NOT be afraid to ask total strangers for a tampon or pad, they will not care.

Join clubs and sports! Join a sport youve never considered playing! Fuck it.

If you join your schools GSA or LGBT club, 90% are going to be straight allies. But I guarantee you, most of then will come out as queer by the time they graduate.

If your queer, don’t feel bad if your sexuality changes a lot. It’s not your fault.

Keep your ID in your wallet or back pack. Don’t loose that shit.

Suprise! You won’t be as emo, scene or goth by the time you graduate. Yours and others interest in wolves/vampires/invader Zim will decrease dramatically

Guys will be allowed to were naked women on t shirts but girls will be sent to the office for spaghetti straps. It’s all bullshit and I’m sorry.

Don’t be afraid to go home and cry sometimes

If you effortlessly got great grades in middle school, you have to reach yourself how to study now. I’m sorry

If you hear a lot of rumors about somebody , do yourself and them a favor and don’t talk behind their backs

There’s no such thing as someone stealing a boyfriend or girlfriend, only cheating boyfriends and girlfriends

If someone says that you slept with them, and you didn’t or didn’t want anyone to know, destroy them. Spread rumors about how gross or bad they were, and warn others about it.

It’s okay to fall in love, but it’s also okay to fall out of love. You might feel like you’ll marry your current significant other, but you won’t.

Don’t put whoever your dating above your friends.

Youll know people that get pregant while in school. Stick by them because they need you.

It’s okay to have anime buttons and shirts, but do not write fanfiction for English class, do not openly talk about explicit smut, do not yell about your feels, do not scream and go up to a stranger who also has those same interests, and do not bombard others with your interests.

You are not better then other people for liking certain stuff or not liking certain stuff.

It’s okay to like pop! It’s okay to like reality tv! It’s okay to like clothes! Its okay to like makeup! Its okay to lime anybof these as much as its okay not to like them! Regardless of gender!! You don’t have to be the quiet shy person who is better then everyone else for drinking tea and reading to be interesting.

All your yearbook pictures will be terrible.

Youll be tires and sleep alot more. If someone asks you to hang out but you’d rather take a nap, take a nap.

Don’t hate things to be cool! Don’t hate your back to school/welcoming freshmen pep rallies! Enjoy the excitment!

Okay, this might sound dumb, but don’t try to ‘seduce’ a teacher. As in, if you have a crush on a teacher, try to get over it asap and don’t be around them as much. It will never be okay.

Alot of guys will be fucking irritating and sexist. Don’t be afraid to call them out on it, especially when defending another girl.

Guys, girls don’t find it attractive pretend to be macho. Men lie and say girls like assholes to justify why they’re single. Girls are complex and d ifferent people who are all attracted to different personalities. There’s no one secret to getting girls to like you.

If your queer and get bullied in PE or the locker rooms, tell a teacher or an upperclassmen. If the teacher does nothing or makes it worst, go to you principal. If they do nothing, go to your school board. If they do nothing, post pictures and shit online and make a HUGE fucking deal about it. It’s a violation of your student rights.

The older you get, the more times youll.listen to someone talk and think “ I could definetly input my opinion here, but it won’t help.thebsituation or conversation, so I better not” and that’s what being mature is.

AP classes are bullshit, but take the tests.

Take your SAT As soon as possible. Don’t procrastinate. Itll be easier on everyone.

The food quality will not improve.

Either take art 1 your freshman year or senior year. Freshman year will be full of freshmen like yourself, but senior year there will be like 7 other bitter and angry seniors that you can dick and round with all year.

MOST IMPORTANT It doesn’t matter if you absolutely know what you want to do and go to college for right now. By senior year, it will change or you won’t know. THAT S OKAY. Talk to the people around you, and 85% of them will be as lost as you are. If you ever feel like your falling behind or are lost, talk to your classmates! Everyone is! Please anyone else add anything I’m missing

Closing thoughts on ESC ‘17

◆  What a year, folks! In February, my closest circle of friends and I were quite despondent about the year’s offerings - it seemed like there was plenty of quality in the national finals, but little of it filtering through to Eurovision itself. I would never have dreamt of the firestorm that was about to come: Portugal winning its first Eurovision after almost fifty failed and often criminally underrated attempts is just the crowning surprise as we have a top 3 that, in its entirety, are countries getting their best results ever. 

The last time that all three “medallists” were also countries getting their best result ever at that point was in 2006, where Finland won for the first time, Russia got their best ever second place (Dima besting Alsou a few years before going for gold) and Bosnia & Herzegovina grabbing third. This trinity of victors is even more impressive, consisting of three countries who tend not to qualify, two of which (Portugal and Moldova) having not ever even reached the top 5 before. This was two fingers to those banging the drum about political voting being the be all and end all of Eurovision: here are three nations with few friends amongst juries or televoters, who won big through the strength of their song or stage show. Bravi to all three. Bulgaria has emerged as a powerhouse in the making having beaten their personal record twice on the trot with Poli and now Kristian. It’ll be interesting to see if it’ll be third time lucky to bring the contest to Sofia - and if the other two countries can build on their success last year.

◆ While we are mentioning political voting, however, that ugly beast did raise its head a number of times this year. Audible boos were heard when Cyprus and Greece embarked upon their annual exchange of douzes, but I wonder if that is more cultural than political. What I found lamentable was the overtly political voting of Azerbaijan and Armenia, who put each other last once again - and the former even put Cyprus second last thanks in no small part to the Cypriot being ethnic Armenian and pals with Artsvik. 

My particular award for “how unprofessional can you get?” goes to the Bulgarian jury, which tried to sink their closest rivals - giving no points to the much-vaunted Italians, placing Portugal’s Salvador just a few places below last and giving extremely lowball scores to Belgium, the latter countries that did very well in the televote. Juries on the whole made some very curious choices and seem to be less scrupulous than the televoters in many ways. 

◆ They seem to have favourites year in, year out - Sweden may never slip from the top 5 thanks to jurors’ lip service, and the most curious thing is their continued obsession with Australia, who would have not qualified from the semis were it up to the televoters alone - and received a humiliating two points from them in the final. More conspiracy-prone individuals may wonder if jurors are being encouraged to award Oz so that it has decent enough results to keep in the competition. On the other hand, their lowball scores to very musically meritorious entries like that of Hungary, who entered the top 10 mostly on the strength of its televotes. It feels like the juries do not know on what criteria they are judging. 

◆ At least this year should be controversy free as there was a convergence on the top 2 candidates, with both televoters and jurors agreeing that the best song was Portugal’s and the second best Bulgaria’s. It’s the first time that the jury hasn’t overriden the public vote for 3 years, and the first time ever since the introduction of this 50/50 system that they agree on both winner and runner-up. After two years of scandals and angry televoters, that can only be good for the contest. Unfortunately, there are some “fans” living in a world of alternative facts who claim it was a hoax. I feel sorry for them not being able to acknowledge the win of a country who’s waited so long to dispel their bad luck.

◆ Portugal’s win was the ultimate revindication of using your own language at the Eurovision, but not the only one. Italy did not soar to its expected heights, but got into the combined top 10, as did the tour de force from Joci Pápai, which showed that bilingual songs in which neither language is English can work! (My boss and some of my students ended up singing jáloma loma for the rest of the week xD.) The televoters, once again, show themselves much more open to other languages than many jurors: they would also have elevated the bilingual and bipolar entry from Croatia into the top 10 alongside France, making half the songs in the top 10 featuring another language than English partially or entirely - not a bad figure when that means 5 of the 7 songs featuring another language got into the televoters’ top 10, with Belarus not far behind. Will the qualification and relative success of all the non-English songs finally dispel the myth that one must sing in English to do well? I truly hope so.

◆ A less positive thing to remember the year for was the numerous fiascos at national final level. Spain screwed over its televoters by having the jury pick the winner rather than the public in the event of a tie - the opposite of what happened when Brequette and Ruth Lorenzo were tied some years prior. There were only 5 national finals this year where the public had 100% of the say at all stages - dwarved by the 9 national finals where jurors overrode the televoters’ top choice. It was a bad year for democracy at the national finals, and resulted in a number of “unloved” candidates who could not count on their country’s support.

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anonymous asked:

Steph, I need your help. I have a crush on Ben. I know it's just a public image and all - but I can't get him out of my head. I'm suffering, I don't even want to look at other people in a romantic way. It would be normal if I was a teen, but I am in my 20s and this situation makes me depressed. I don't want to live in a reality where I am nothing compared to someone I'm in love with. I'm probably not the first girl among the fans with this problem, but I feel so lost. Maybe you have some advice?

Hey Nonny! <3

Ah, I feel ya, Lovely. Ben is that unachievable goal that we’ll never reach, it seems. I really get you on this, though I think he pleases me aesthetically and he seems like a genuinely nice person that I want to be friends with, hah hah. Maybe have a snuggle or two with.

But unfortunately reality is a cruel jerk and I am not friends with him, nor will I ever get my snuggle, and will probably never meet him – it’s sad to think about since meeting him would make my entire life, but it’s just something of a logical realistic thing I had to come to terms with. 

Honestly I don’t know how to help you get over your Ben-addiction; still suffering it myself, LOL. If it makes you feel any better Nonny, I have pics of Ben up on my wall at home and at work, because seeing his face makes me happy; I am in my mid-thirties. Do people make fun of me for it? Hell yeah, but Ben doesn’t make them happy, so I don’t care. And I know I am just a blip on his radar, and I’m okay with that. The fact that you know and admit you have a problem is the first step to healing. I guess the best advice I have for you is to try to get out and meet new people, spend some time with coworkers or friends, and step away from the Ben for a bit. Find out WHAT about Ben you like, the TRUE qualities about his character that attract you, and understand that those may be the qualities you might like in a potential partner. I’m not trying to be harsh, but your “love” for Ben is a superficial thing that will never be realistically reciprocated from him. Your “love” could actually be a manifestation of your own loneliness and desire to feel love in return… trust me on this one. Learning to love yourself, or at least find out why others like or love you, is a good way to start the healing process. And in turn, you can then offer genuine love and then see in other people what you saw in Ben.

For instance, I love his charming nature, his natural ability to be really funny, he’s dorky, and his need to ensure everyone is happy and respect for people is something to aspire to. Plus his work ethic and acting is astounding, and I find that, as someone who has a similar work ethic, very attractive. See? Nothing physical listed here (though I will be the first to admit that his ethereal beauty is SO lovely to me. His eyes, cheeks and smile. GUH), and in turn if / when I look for a partner, I now know some of the check boxes I can use. It’s not about looks, it’s about the character of the person for me. 

I’m very sorry you are suffering, Nonny. Please don’t be depressed because of a “fan phase”. It is just a phase, one that we all go through at some point in our lives and will eventually tide over once your heart realizes it needs to listen to the head for a change. If it does get really bad, though, Nonny, please do talk to someone. Sometimes hearing yourself say it out loud is enough to realize “what the hell am I doing?” and be able to carry on. Your heart is a very special thing, and one that someone who loves it in return deserves to see.

Writers Creed Interviews: @definegodliness

Check out our second Writers Creed “Get to Know a Writer” Interview! For our second interview, we had the privilege of interviewing @definegodliness from the Netherlands. We’ve had a great time learning about what not to call him unless he’s in love with you, his writing inspirations, his past and what led him to be the writer that we have all come to love. We hope you enjoy getting to know one of your fellow writers on Tumblr. Thank you for being a part of this Mark! ❤

Writers Creed: So Mark, do you have any nicknames?
Mark: Never really had a nickname, nor have I desired to have one really. My friends usually call me by my last name, so I am very used to that. Come to think of it, only people really close to me call me Mark. I have a love/hate relationship with my own name. Which is probably why I always use M.A. Tempels as a signature. (I absolutely loathe ‘Marky’, and only if I am absolutely head over heels in love with you I will allow you to use that haha)
WC: People close to you and Tumblr it seems call you Mark haha. *notes: Marky is off limits* So should we stick to Mark? Or would you prefer something else?
M: Oh yeah sure, Mark is fine!
WC: Sounds good. So onto the first real writing question, what got you into writing?
M: Well, writing was the first thing I excelled at in elementary school, which is where my fondness for words, diction, proverbs, sayings and language overall originated. I’ve always felt that the bigger one’s vocabulary is, the easier it is to express and convey thoughts and emotions. Perhaps it is part of the desire to be seen and understood I had as a kid. I wrote and read a lot, until I was about fifteen. Then my interests shifted, as I did not believe I could ever become an author. So I stopped completely. In hindsight a bad decision, because the words kept piling up in my head, quite literally driving me crazy. Anyway, when I was about twenty-three I met a girl that I loved so much the words just started pouring out of me. In love letters, hidden notes, and texts. I started writing poetry, automatically. Returning to the sensitive kid I was and had forcefully shunned in my adolescent years. Emotions make you vulnerable, you see, and I wanted to be stoic. Cool. However, you can’t keep your cool when you love so deeply. We started writing a book together and ever since then I have been writing again. Thanks to that girl, my writer-self returned, and I still consider it a great gift. It is, and always has been, who I am. It feels good to know your role in life and to have purpose.
WC: That was such a beautiful answer, I love it. And I think we can all be grateful for that girl if she’s the one that returned your writer-self. And all of us writers are a bit crazy are we not?
M:Hahaha thank you. Everybody’s crazy, artists just use their trade to express it. Honestly, I have yet to meet a person that is completely sane.
WC: Haha true that. What happened to that book you and that girl started writing?
M: The book is still unfinished, though there are many chapters, characters and scenes already completed. In raw material, I dare say there already is an entire book. Every now and then I resume writing it, but this takes an immense toll on me, emotionally. It is very much revisiting the time I was so blissfully in love, and this inevitably leads to revisiting the hurt of loss. Then I get mournful, and filled with remorse. It always ends in tears; I had it all and I threw it all away. Even now I find it difficult to think of the time when we first wrote that book. Which is a pity, and foolish, because it truly was the happiest time in my life. I wish I could just appreciate that as it is, and look back with a thankful smile for having experienced it. I guess we all have our flaws; I am still learning.
WC: This is all very moving. We are always still learning. May I ask what happened?
M: The thing is, when you experience depression for the first time, it takes a long while of constantly thinking ‘what is wrong with me?’ You’re forcing yourself to man up; get really self-critical, because everything you normally do takes more energy. Well, robs it really. Then, the lethargy sets in and you deem yourself lazy and useless. All the while you’re in a downwards spiral, until the inevitable point of breaking. Then, with your pride and self-worth at its lowest point, you finally face the facts that you cannot do this alone and seek help. In my case, a psychologist patched me back up and I was ready to go and take on the world again. I’ve learned a lot during that time. Stopped studying Psychology, and started studying Journalism as it was more creative, and I needed to express. What I didn’t know back then is that I hadn’t dealt with an episode of depression, but that I was actually dealing with a chronic depression. So during the relationship, I felt myself going down the negative spiral again, but I didn’t know how and if I should handle it. I mean, we all get sad sometimes, but you make it through the day and the next morning you feel better. And that is what got me: for far too long I kept hoping to feel better the next morning. Then, when you do realize you are depressed, how do you tell it to the woman you love and whom makes you happier than you have ever been? I kept it all a secret. Afraid to lose her, basically. Wondering who’d want a life-sentence with a chronically depressed person. And this why I am telling this, keeping it secret, and trying to be/act 'normal; fighting(!) the depression, only made it worse and eventually lead to our breaking up. With all the knowledge I have now, I do know I would have acted differently. If we would have stayed together, of course, is a different story. Voila
WC: Wow. I may or may not be tearing up right now. I’m sorry about that :(
M: Here’s to hoping someone who needs to hear it will read it, and not make the same mistakes as I did.
WC:  Making mistakes is part of life, it’s how we learn and grow. But yes if you can learn from someone else’s mistakes is also good haha. Alright, now for the next question, what would you say you write about most? What inspires you most?
M: Love is predominant in my writing, because I have a big heart and often want to channel all that is good in me. Besides, most subjects to write about are fleeting, yet love is a thing of all times. To me, it is a touch of the eternal; something inside me that is grander than existence. What inspires me most are memories, usually they are strong emotions felt but never expressed. Through my writing I try to free them from being locked up inside me, which makes me feel lighter and far more balanced. It is kind of a thought palace being decluttered so I can move around freely again.
WC: Lovely answer. And I think you touched upon a bit on what my next question would have been, what writing means to you.
M: Purpose. As a life well lived is a life spent in exploring and making full use of one’s qualities. There is also a somewhat holistic motive here, the deep-rooted desire to be the best version of oneself as a part of the whole human experience. That on my death bed I might say, “I was never perfect, but I was the best version of me.” Regarding existential crises, writing gave me peace for that reason. Then there is the simple childlike excitement I feel when finding new words, or finally getting that sentence right that had been bugging me. Writing is exciting and makes me feel alive. Lastly, there is the therapeutic benefit; the release of ongoing thoughts and emotions, offering a sense of stability. So there you have it, to me writing means: purpose, excitement, and sanity.
WC: I think these are all great points you bring and many that people will be to relate to I am sure. When did you start writing in English?
M: Around April 2015? Little after I started having a tumblr. I believe I started with random contemplations, mostly about life. Giving purpose to a lifetime spent mostly in deep thought. This slowly evolved into poetry. I remember I was so shy and insecure about my usage of the English language back then, and even now I am still learning. But I love learning new words, that is actually why I write a lot of form poetry; when you force yourself to rhyme or limit yourself to a certain amount of syllables, the dictionary and thesaurus become your best friend.
WC:I totally agree with learning new words, such a good thing for anyone, especially for a writer. So before that you wrote only in your language?
M: Yes, and never poetry. Well, not consciously, I mean. In hindsight I did write love poems to my then girlfriend before that
WC: That’s really cute, love how the mind works haha. Ok, next question: Did anything interesting or bizarre happen to you because of writing? Like any cool stories related to the fact that you write?
M: Above all writing has given me the opportunity to come in contact with a vast array of sensitive, creative people; curious, open-minded, and intelligent souls, really. Which has lead to marvelous philosophical conversations about life, love, empathy, and the esoteric wonders of being. As often with like-minded souls, the connection within the conversation is so strong that it becomes almost tangible. Which is remarkable and an interesting subject to explore in itself. Speaking of like-minded souls: of course the most wonderful and exciting that has happened is that I have met my girlfriend Kristina through writing on here. After all, if I had never picked up writing, especially in English, I would have never met her. And what are the odds that a Dutch guy suddenly decides to write poetry, and in English as well… and on Tumblr of all places! But we found each other, and as a writer, I am blessed to have a partner that understands creative processes. That the poet and the person can operate entirely independent, and are not to be mistaken for each other. I believe people often forget this: how you write doesn’t depict who you are. Emotions aren’t literal, and words are but a limited vessel to convey their intricacy. What I try to achieve with my poetry is to either express how I feel, or (like I said before) because I want to channel all that is good and loving in me.
WC: Your answers are always spot on! Tell us a fun fact about you before we finish this interview.
M: I love doing impersonations, or rather make up characters and I am quite good at it! My natural voice is quite low, but I can bend it to reach many different pitches. I also very much like doing different accents. My favourite one right now is 'the pretentious, overly dramatic poet’. I love starting dread filled sentences with an exaggerated prolonged “oh”. I also can whistle melodically in four different ways; normal, two different ways through my teeth, and one using both of my thumbs. The sense of accomplishment when I first learned to whistle as a kid is one of my earliest memories. Et voila!
WC: Hahaha amazing! 👏👏👏Thank you for doing it!
M: I had fun!

Day Two: Hypothermia

I’M SO SO SORRY I DIDN’T HAVE WIFI YESTERDAY AND I RAN OUT OF DATA SO I COULDN’T POST THIS YESTERDAY I TRIED FOR HALF AN HOUR STRAIGHT! Anyway, here it is. Tiny spoilers for episodes one and two of season three but nothing major. Words: 1.9k

“Why do we have to be on this stupid planet?” Lance griped, traipsing through the thick rainforest. “There aren’t even any cute girls.”

“Because, Lance,” Keith muttered, pushing away a tree branch. “I needed another person to come with me, and you were the only one who wasn’t doing anything. Quit complaining, at least the weathers nice.”

“For now,” Lance grumbled. “We don’t know what it’s like when the sun goes down. We’re not even wearing our suits, what if something happens?”

“We’re just getting plants, Lance,” Keith sighed. “Nothing’s going to happen, you’ll be fine. We’ll be back by sundown.”

“Whatever, brilliant leader,” Lance muttered. “Lead the way.”

“Found it!” Keith grinned, planting his feet firmly on the ground and tugging at a weedy looking plant sticking up out of the soft ground. “Allura’s going to be so happy!”

“Hate to burst your bubble,” Lance interjected. “But i have no idea where we are, and it’s starting to get dark.” Keith dropped the plant, glancing up at the sky. Sure enoug it was painted in red and gold hues, signaling the beginning of nightfall. “Do you even know where we’re supposed to meet Hunk?”

“We’ll find it, don’t worry,” Keith said, his tone uncertain.

It occurred to Lance that they had been walking in circles for half an hour, ending up at the same spring they had passed twenty minutes ago. “Are you sure you know where you’re going?” Lance asked quietly, not wanting to aggravate Keith.

“Lance, I said I’ve got it!” Keith snapped, running a hand through his hair. A cold wind ran through the forest, sending a sharp shiver through Lance’s body.

“Are you sure?” Keith’s shoulders slumped, and he let out a shaky breath.

“No,” he admitted. “We’re lost.” He pinched the bridge of his nose, shutting his eyes. “How could I have let this happen?” He groaned. “I’m supposed to be your leader, and I just got you lost. I’m sorry, Lance. I know you didn’t even want to be here in the first place.”

“Hey, don’t worry about it,” Lance said, placing a comforting hand on Keith’s shoulder. “We should keep moving. It’s getting colder.”

If anything, they were more lost. Night had officially come, and it had brought freezing temperatures and icy winds. Keith shuddered violently, wrapping his arms around each other. His thin jacket was no match for these temperatures, and Lance was glad that his mama had believed in thick, quality jackets. “Do you recognize any of this?” Keith asked, his voice trembling with cold.

“No,” Lance said, rubbing his arms in an effort to stay warm. Another sharp shiver made its way through Keith’s body. He tried to move forward but his legs were shaking and he nearly fell over. “You good?”

“Fine,” Keith responded. “come on, let’s keep going. The sooner we get off of this planet the better.”


It was clear to Lance that he would have to force Keith to take a break when he started to lose his coordination. “Hey, Keith, why don’t we take a break,” Lance suggested, putting his hand gently on Keith’s shoulder. The gesture did nothing to calm Keith down and he continued trying to walk, his eyes wild.

“I- I have to find our way back,” Keith said, nearly walking into a tree before Lance grabbed the back of his jacket, pulling him back.

“Don’t think that’s the best idea right now,, buddy,” Lance said. “You can barely walk.” Lance didn’t want to stop searching for where they began but Keith looked exhausted, his eyelids drooping and his cheeks bright red from the cold wind howling through the trees.

Keith sunk down against the trunk of a tree, resting his head on Lance’s shoulder. Keith’s skin was cold to the touch, making worry build in Lance’s chest. He was freezing, despite his warm jacket. He glanced over at Keith, wondering how bad off he was.

“How’re you feeling?” Lance asked, knowing that he wouldn’t like the answer that came out of Keith’s mouth.

“Bad,” Keith slurred. Lance but his lip.

“Hypothermia,” he thought. Even though he had never had hypothermia he recognized the signs, the loss of coordination, the slurred speech. he began to rub Keith’s shoulders, trying to coax some warmth into his body. Another violent shudder passed through Keith’s body and Lance could nearly hear Keith’s teeth chatter in his skull.

“I’m really tired, Lance,” Keith said, his voice nearly silent. Lance’s heart jumped in his chest, his concern rosin as he realized how quickly Keith’s heath was diminishing.

“No, come on, Keith, stay awake,” Lance begged. He began to rub Keith’s shoulders more vigorously, drawing Keith’s head into his chest in a vain attempt to combine their body heat. Keith’s head dropped, lolling around his chest. His eyes were shut and his breathing was slower, much slower than it should have. Lance uttered a string of curses, tugging his jacket off of his body and draping it over Keith. He lied down on the ground, pulling Keith on top of him.He desperately hoped that Keith’s body heat, albeit limited, would help him be as alert as possible for Keith.

The cold bit into Lance’s skin, making him tremble. He turned his face to the ground in an effort to shield it from the wind, but he knew it wouldn’t be long before he started feeling as bad as Keith. Keith was
still listless, barely breathing and constantly shivering. Lance gently pressed two fingers against Keith’s icy wrist, feeling his slow but present pulse. Lance let a sigh of relief, although he knew that it wouldn’t be long before Keith’s body began to shut down for good.

“Lance?” Lance’s eyes flew down to Keith, who was slowly blinking his eyes open. “M’so cold.” Lance’s fingers fluttered to Keith’s forehead to find icy skin underneath his fingertips. Keith’s temperatures had undoubtedly gone down and Lance was starting to go into full on panic mode. He wanted more than anything to bring Keith far, far away from this planet but he wasn’t sure how well he could walk, let alone support another human being.

“You’re so warm,” Keith murmured, snuggling his head into the base of Lance’s neck. Lance knit his eyebrows. lance knew that his own body temperature was below what it should be. If he was warm to Keith, how cold was Keith?

Keith had fallen asleep again, his breathing down to a maddeningly slow pace. It was maybe three am, only three more hour until daybreak, but Lance was sure that by the time the sun rose, Keith may already be dead. That thought had just crossed his mind when he heard the roar.

The yellow lion bounded through the trees, lighting up the night with illuminated eyes. It stopped not three feet away from Lance and Keith as it opened its mouth, allowing Hunk to bound out.

“Thank voltron i found you two!” He gasped, scooping Keith up from Lance’s chest. Lance’s jacket fell to the ground and he scooped it up, sliding it on. “Can you walk?”

“I think so,” Lance responded, standing on unsteady feet. He grabbed onto Hunk’s arm for support, leaning heavily on him. Hunk, wearing his armor, nearly radiated heat and Lance let out a soft sigh. He stepped into the yellow lion as Hunk set Keith down gently on the floor, cradling his head.

“Get some sleep, Lance,” Hunk murmured. Lance’s eyes were beginning to close and he laid down next to Keith on the floor of the lion, Keith curling up against him like a cat. “You’re going to be just fine.”

Lance awoke a few hours later, blankets loaded onto his chest and heat blasting from the vents of the med bay. Hunk was cross legged in a chair, wearing a tee shirt and shorts, and he brightened up when he saw Lance.

“Lance!” he grinned, standing from his chair and walking over. “ How’re you feeling?”

“Better,” Lance responded, glancing over at the bed next to him. “How’s Keith doing?” Hunk’s grin melted off of his face a bit, and he took on a more serious tone.

“You both had hypothermia, but he was way worse. He could have died by the time day came. He hasn’t woken up yet but he’ll be fine. He’s going to need a few days of rest, though.”

“How come we weren’t in the pods?” Lance asked.

“They wouldn’t work on hypothermia. Alteans can’t get hypothermia, so the pods wouldn’t sense a problem. The blankets and the hundred degree room temperature seemed to do the trick, though.” He leaned over, reaching out a hand and placing it on Lance’s forehead. “You’re Almost fully recovered, by the way. You can go, if you want.”

Lance glanced over at Keith a second time, drinking in his appearance. He was still pale, and he shivered slightly, even under the massive pile of blankets. “How much longer until he wakes up?” Hunk shrugged.

“Not sure. The important thing is that he’s not going to die. He could be asleep for another week, I have no idea.” Lance could leave. He could go and join the rest of the team in their day off, have some food. But after Keith had nearly died in his arms, it didn’t seem right to leave until he could see with his own eyes that Keith would be ok.

Thankfully, Lance and Hunk didn’t have to wait long for Keith to wake up. Lance had only been sitting next to Hunk for five hours, a thick blanket draped over his shoulders when Keith began to wake up.

“Keith!” Lance gasped, standing up, his blanket tumbling off of his shoulders. He walked over to Keith, laying a hand on his cheek. Keith’s temperature had gone up but he was still cold to the touch. Keith cracked a small smile, looking up at Lance with bleary eyes.

“Looks like you were right, Lance.”

“What?”

“That mission really wasn’t a good idea.”

Hunk announced that he was going to tell the rest of the team that Keith had woken up, and that he was going to make the pair of them his famous chicken noodle soup. “It’ll warm you up in no time,” he promised, already halfway out the door. That left Lance sitting on the foot of Keith’s cot, his eyes trained on Keith’s face.

“I guess i should thank you,” Keith said. Lance furrowed his brow.

“Why?”

“I would have died without you,” Keith answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Without your jacket and added body heat i would have been a goner.”

“Are you calling me hot, mullet?” Lance chuckled, his eyes shining. “I always knew you had a thing for me.” Keith rolled his eyes, although he didn’t say anything to the contrary.

“Seriously, though,” he pushed. “You wouldn’t have gotten hypothermia if you had kept your jacket. Why did you give it to me?” He glanced down, and Lance could her the guilt coating his words.

“I guess I was just focused on saving you,” Lance responded. Keith shuddered and. Lance gave a frown. “Are you still cold under all of those?”

“A little,” Keith admitted.

“Scoot over,” Lance instructed, crawling into Keith’s bed next to him. Keith rested his head on Lance’s chest, feeling warmer already. Lance only put out a tiny bit of heat but to Keith, it was the equivalent to an inferno.