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  • me: *walks into audition* hi, today I'll be singing Seize the Day from Newsies.
  • me: *clears throat*
  • me: STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE STRIKE OHHHHHHH STRIKE!!!!
  • me: thank you.
  • me: *walks out*
Scorbus Poems

I was really sad not to have time to write a birthday fic for the amazing @ohscorbus, but while I was talking to my dad about my predicament, he joked that I should write some Scorbus haikus. I don’t think he expected me to think it was a brilliant idea. So without further ado, here are some Scorbus haikus, and a bonus limerick because why not. (Trying to find rhymes for Scorpius is really hard, in case anyone’s interested). 

Just a note: If any of the haikus are incorrect I apologise. I counted all the syllables multiple times but I have been known to miscount. 

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The Bridges We Cannot Cross- Chapter 12: Writing One's Own Legend (Finale~*!)

Aaaaaaa I couldn’t wait, so before I go to sleep here is the ending! And this completes the first multi chapter fic I’ve ever succeeded in finishing! Thank you guys so much for all your support, and I’ll keep writing more dazatsu for y'all~ if you are as much of a nerd as me I’ll be doing a post-fic pointout of all the nerdy occult references I made on my ao3 so check it out if you want to listen to a pun maker rant

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Ango found a letter pressed into his desk. Well, it was barely a letter. A note scrawled that was folded neatly, with no formalities- no departments and no details on its blank ‘cover side’.

In it was a request- a request that would normally be discarded on the merit that it wasn’t even close to being addressed to his department, the explanation being 'I don’t know much about government stuff so I asked one of the secretaries to give it to you.’

Ango rolled his eyes at the naïveté, letting his hand linger over the trash, before his eye was caught on the words.

It was a simple request, merely a single 'shrine-looking’ pillar, with a blank plague. A client who had no idea what they were even doing even in the event that Ango was in the sector of putting memorials up.

It was the sentences after.

'I also know how much Odasaku meant to both of you, so I’d like to give him a grave. It doesn’t have to be anything, just his name. Just to know he existed is enough.’

'I know it’s been hard for you, I know you probably don’t even want to do this- but it would mean a lot to me if you did. If you discard this letter I will accept it, and make my own attempt, but given your precaution around the bridge (at least I think it was you that put that sign there) I know that somewhere you can find the time. And for that I will be eternally grateful for your blessing. Signed, Atsushi Nakajima’

Ango sighed, and walked over to a coffee machine. “New death threat?” An all-too casual subordinate asked.

“No, quite the opposite.” A sip, hiding a smile, “Do you think you could pull some strings for me? Just a little whim, won’t take a moment of your time.”

*****

Dazai was right, transcending into a supernatural being wasn’t exactly a planned 'wow you are now not human- here is ingrained knowledge on everything and a brochure’.

On the nights that passed, they were still the same, but longer.

“The constellation was pretty accurate- almost a mirror image.” Dazai snickered.

Atsushi rolled his eyes, “It looks nothing like it! I spent a day just trying to connect it with that…” despite 'inventing’ it, there still wasn’t a designated name for it. “Anti…curse.”

“The names get worse.”

“W-Well I didn’t have much to work with! I didn’t know what was even going to happen!” Atsushi flushed, trying to defend himself, “It wasn’t even in any of the books at the observatory…”

“That’s probably right. It’s a pretty archaic one, no one even uses it anymore.” Dazai smirked, “That’s probably why you got to make up the rules yourself. You could’ve shortened the time and fate would’ve said 'why not’.”

Atsushi pouts, “Well I figured it would be 21 for 21.” His expression drops, looking up. “You ever told me what it actually meant.”

“Well…it didn’t mean anything. It was a symbol, the tiger that would run as fast as the winds in the western sky. About things like 'virtuousness’ and what have you.” Dazai shrugs, “To me it’s you making your own cult of one.”

“I wanted to become a…celestial?”

“That’s probably not right, but considering the whole 'sky thing, we’ll take it.” Dazai sighs, “You’re just Atsushi to me, and a nightlight with all the glowing stuff.”

“That’s…realistically sweet.” Atsushi chuckled wrapping his arms around Dazai.

“…I still can’t understand it though.” Dazai murmurs, “Why did you do it?”

“I didn’t know what to do. There was no more instructions, and everything felt like…I was alone but I had paper. And I wanted to make something.”

*****

And Atsushi did. The sign was gone, and in place there was merely a 'shrine-like’ pillar and a blank slate, and a note.

'Thank you. Start writing, Odasaku always loved writing. -Ango’

“Can I borrow a stake?” Atsushi called out.

“Are there vampires now?” Dazai frowned, “Just when I was getting used to everything.”

“You told me not to call it your 'cursing tools’?” Atsushi raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, right…” Dazai hands it over. “…What’s this for?”

“A story. Go out for a bit on the boat for a while, I’ll have it done by then.”

*****

“It’s ready!” Atsushi called out.

Sadly the pillar was a few steps away from the bridge, causing Dazai to wince at the pain. He let his eyes fall upon the work, and pain was quickly thrown to the wayside.

It was a legend, of a byakko and a hashihime. And at the bottom, where the grass lay there was a small grave. It wasn’t Dazai’s, but Oda Sakunosuke’s. A feeling of melancholic relief.

It was not a legendary legend. There were no rescues or miraculous curses saved by kisses. Love didn’t save the day, and nothing turned back to normal.

But that was fine. It was not the initial ideal, but when the sky and sea connected, and heaven and hell rejoiced not in death, but in life, it was a legend that changed everything. When the two held each other, it felt like living more than any blessing or curse or magic- nor the past or future. It was a relished 'human’ present.

It was a bridge they couldn’t cross, so they built their lives beside it.

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New video! What makes a war movie look real or feel true? Why are Spielberg’s films considered such classics? And what was up with Inglourious Basterds anyway? (Warning: graphic violence, Holocaust scenes/references, spoilers for Schindler’s List and Inglourious Basterds)

“Tony and Bucky were still grinning stupidly at each other, although they’d moved enough to link their fingers together.”

And then they moved a little more after the end ;) 

This is my part of the WinterIron Mini Bang, for @rothwen’s fic, And They Don’t Have a Clue, a really adorable “everyone thinks you are a couple except for you? How???” fic and you should absolutely read it! :D The other artist was @neutralchaos915 and you really need to check out her piece of art! Because it really makes you wonder how blind two people in love can actually be.

Tommy, You Bloody Shank

Setting: Sensitive!Newt, TMR

Rating: slightly M

Trigger-warning: none-needed, but… first (slash bad) attempt at writing semi-smut.

“Newt is really sexually sensitive and whenever somebody touches his ear or gently pats his hair he whines and whimpers and blushes so fucking adorably thus when Thomas accidentally falls on him…”

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WELCOME TO  B A D L A N D S .

bringingyaoiback  asked:

24 and 10 for old friends, new emotions!

10: what’s a line of dialogue you’re particularly proud of?
Again implying I’m proud of myself

“Yes, but the difference is when the baby starts screaming I get to hand it to Gohan and walk away.”

or

“First, I’m a little worried you know what ‘old socks and ass’ taste like. Together, specifically.”

My favourite lines are all really stupid jokes.

24: which character is most like you? least like you?
Tien and I are one and the same although I’ll be the first to admit it’s probably from all that projecting of my issues onto him. Awkward loser who has no idea how dating works, or how to tell someone you like them without literally implying you want to have sex with them, who’d much rather stay home with werewolf porn romance novels all day instead of dealing with their problems. IT ME.

As for who’s the least like me I’d say Bulma? Don’t get me wrong I love her but she’s super confident and has her shit together way better than I do. Also she’s got the hair colour I want. JEALOUS.

Every Wand’ring Bark

Okay so basically @jyncassians​ and @dyingsighs​ have both recently expressed an ardent desire for more Bail (and Breha) fic that isn’t about Leia, and me, being me, saw that and decided, “I can do that.” So basically, here you two–and everyone else who has expressed such a desire–go. (Feel free to–aka please! I would love it if you would–reblog and/or tag others who you know will enjoy this. I know it can be hard to spread fic about these two around :(.) Anyhoops, I hope you enjoy.

Many thanks to my roommate the kells for all her help (even though she’s not even close to being in the sw fandom), as well as @princess-sansa-of-ithilien​ and @absynthe–minded​.

This story takes place mid-The Clone War.

Title and all section headers are taken from Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116.

Every Wand’ring Bark

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Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds

There is exhaustion in his bones, blood on his robes, and the ash of war in his eyes. Bail steps from the ramp of the ship that bore him to Alderaan, feeling in every step down to the earth of his home the hours that he has not slept, and the hours he has spent overseeing death and destruction with only the paltriest of healing condolences.

Breha meets him there, at the border between heaven and earth, and takes his hands in hers as he steps onto Alderaan for the first time in what must be years. “Welcome home, my love,” she murmurs, and pulls his head down so that she might kiss his cheek. They are not alone on the landing pad, and so the kiss is chaste and, though warm, distant: a dozen guards line the path from ship to palace, and two dozen more staff—councilors, administrators, ambassadors, courtiers—wait to smile and bow before their monarchs. The eyes of their world are on them, hard and heavy and demanding, and they know it.

Bail fights to keep from shuddering away from her touch. The stain of war which clings to him, he thinks, should never so much as touch her lips.

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i’m not picture perfect

Summary: Adrien and Marinette have more in common than they think. 

Day #4 of Adrinette April, and the topic for the day is stuck in an elevator/cupboard! (You can check out the full calendar on @krazy-ky-sta-hatter‘s post here!)

AO3 link here!


Tikki had told her that the reason she was a ladybug-themed heroine with the power of creation was that ladybugs were supposed to be lucky, like how Chat Noir, the black cat-themed hero with the power of destruction, was supposed to be unlucky.

Well, the girl behind Ladybug’s mask knew for a fact that there was no way the boy behind Chat Noir’s mask was unluckier than her in that moment.

To: Alya
> ALYA THIS ISN’T FUNNY
> I WILL FAINT
> FALL TO THE GROUND WITH SHAME

From: Alya
> And Adrien will be there to save you.

The situation didn’t get any better once Adrien had heard the poorly contained scream that Marinette gave.

“Don’t worry, Marinette.” the blond model said, placing a hand on her shoulder in an act of comfort. “We’ll get out of here safely, I promise.”

Considering Marinette didn’t die of a heart attack, Adrien was right.

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HERE IT IS!

I’m extremely happy to present the finished video for the #GMM1000 Fan Project! I completed it sooner than expected but that gave me the opportunity to send it over to the Crew privately weeks ahead so that the guys would have time to watch it (which I hope they do!). So I said: ‘Why not show it to everyone if it’s done?”

I hope you enjoy it! It’s far from perfect in terms of editing but hopefully all the love and beautiful messages from all these amazing Mythical Beasts will make up for it, I promise!

A HUGE THANKS to everyone who sent entries or expressed their support <3

170 Mythical Beasts from 24 different countries put together in one video to say “thank you” to both Rhett McLaughlin and Link Neal for making us laugh and smile when we most need to!

[Read the video description for more details and use headphones for a better sound experience :)]

IMPORTANT: Just a reminder that this video will NOT be featured on the 1000th episode, as the Crew’s already preparing to do their own official compilation as of last Friday, but they told me to send it over to them anyway! You guys don’t need to send the link to the video to them (definitely not the guys themselves!) as they’re already aware of it :D