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Yuri on Ice BD audio commentary translation - Volume 3

Translation of the audio commentary of the BD/DVD vol.3, by Mitsurou Kubo and Junichi Suwabe, voice actor of Victor Nikiforov. I really wanted to post this before the weekend because I’m not going to be home a lot, so I decided “well, I might just not sleep tonight and translate this instead”… This time there are some parts that I translated almost integrally. They talk a lot about Victor, especially Suwabe’s struggle to get into the role. It provides insight while at the same time not providing… since apparently it’s very hard to guess what is “right” when talking about Victor. I’m sure you will get what I mean if you read what they say…

The commentary is only for episode 6. Episode 5 has no commentary. It’s not a full translation but I summarized most of what they said, and as I wrote above some parts are almost completely translated. As in the previous ones, the format is different from normal interview translations, and you can find my comments too (mostly in brackets).

Translation under the post because it’s long. Enjoy!

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@hpminorcharnet creation event: House Pride

↳ week one: Gryffindor - Lee Jordan

Look at that Firebolt go! Potter’s really putting it through its paces now. See it turn — Chang’s Comet is just no match for it. The Firebolt’s precision-balance is really noticeable in these long —

Bioware Men - The Kissing Edition (updated) (Long)

(Author’s Note: I know I haven’t gotten ALL the Bioware men, but I’m working on it! (I’m missing Sebastian, but only because I really need to go mom up and take the kids to the library.) The Men of the Inquisition will end up here eventually. Er, once I actually finish the game.

As always, major props to my betas, Galleywinter and Zeroredemption!)

Kaidan is intense; lips, hands, every sense trained on you as if memorizing you through osmosis. His hunger is leashed, contained with the ruthless control that saw him through his first tour on the Normandy. He can’t contain it for long, though - not anymore, not after all this time, and all that formidable focus is entirely tactile, entirely on the task at hand, which is making you pant and writhe and scream until he can finally let himself trust that you’re real.

* * *

Alistair is reverent, worshipful; with him, a kiss is a paean to the Maker, a thing out of time and space. Delicate, as if he’s not sure quite what to do, or if you’ll disappear if he’s too quick, too harsh, or if his hands stray. But the strong, sword-calloused hands that won’t go below your waist are trembling, and his reverent mouth quickly heats to almost clumsy hunger, as if he wants to absorb you into himself where he can safeguard you from everything that’s coming.

* * *

Carth is rusty, as if he hasn’t kissed anyone in years and isn’t too sure he should be doing it now. His kiss is angry and hard, but he’s hungry, too…. so hungry for you. His hands bite into your shoulders, and he’s trembling; you’re honestly not sure if it’s from grief or rage or desire. Maybe he doesn’t know either. His Force presence is a whirl of so many things, but it’s your name on his lips as they follow the line of your jaw, your name he groans when your hips meet and rock together.

* * *

Zevran kisses like he kills; with skill, flair, and a certain amount of showmanship. He smiles against your throat, catlike and smug, whispers charming obscenities and flatteries in that exotic Antivan accent of his, until you’re drunk on him, everything about him. But when you kiss him back, that’s when that practiced smile starts to slide off his face. That’s when his golden eyes heat, when the lean muscles under your hands tense, when you can taste honesty mingled with desire on his tongue.

*  *  *

James is tequila-flavored adrenaline when he finally lets go and just takes your mouth like he takes every other military objective, all power and purpose and driving need. His big body is hot against yours, all muscle and undeniable strength; you knew he wanted you like hell burning even before he pulls you tight into him, lean hips surging into the cradle of yours as if he’s already inside you. His kiss might everything you expected, but you never dreamed how soft his lips were, or how the velvet brush of his shorn hair against your fingers made want pool inside you, hot and liquid and quivering.

* * *

Joker Moreau is stunningly physically restrained when he kisses. But where he’s physically cautious, his mouth is anything, anything but. The things he whispers against your neck, the low, hot whispers of a lover about your skin, your scent, the feel of you, what he’s imagining doing to you, how long he’s watched you, wanting you… His commentary is all spiced with a generous helping of his trademark snark and punctuated by the kisses of a man who is truly gifted. Joker can turn a simple kiss into an act of blazing eroticism - precise, probing, mimicking everything he wants to do to you, with you, in you with just his tongue, until you’re shuddering against him, locking your fingers into the back of his pilot’s chair and moaning into his mouth in helpless surrender.

* * *

Garrus doesn’t kiss, not like a human does, but there’s something stunningly, suggestively erotic in the way his eyes hold yours as he leans down and presses his forehead to yours. He’s humming - a low, subvocal intonation that gets into the marrow of your bones and liquifies it, until his hands, his arms, the look in his unfairly blue eyes are the only things holding you up… until they’re not, and you discover that Garrus is very, very good at calibrating things other than firing algorithms.

*  *  *

Everything about Zaeed is hard lines and gravel - he’s the first to tell you his good looks were lost long ago, and he has the voice of a seasoned soldier, rough from too much battlefield smoke and way too many nights in a cigar-fumed nightclub. So it’s a complete surprise that he touches you with such care, tracing the curve of your skull, tangling your hair in his fingers as if he’s savoring the texture, leaning close to sample the scent at the hollow of your throat. The way he kisses is a surprise, too, all delicacy and finesse, and very, very thorough, until you feel like he’s mapped every nerve ending you have and is taking his sweet time about lighting them all on fire, one after another, with a lazy mastery that’s as arousing as it is irritating.

* * *

Fenris is equal parts desperation and fear. His kisses almost snarl with impatience, as if he’s been waiting years to let loose, let go. To have you. To have something in his life that’s just for him, and from the way his hands are moving over you, mapping you, that’s just what he’s thinking. Where his mouth is clumsy, his hands, all clever fingers and sharp gauntlets, are not, daring to claim every inch of you, daring you to claim him back. When you do, he growls low in his throat, and he snarls something in Arcanum that could be a curse or a prayer or a threat to the Maker not to take you away from him before he can steep himself in you, sate himself on you, bury himself so deeply in you that nothing in Thedas can untangle what the two of you have become.

* * *

Thane is decadence; leashed, lethal, and elegant, and that’s the way he kisses, too, as if a single, simple kiss is the equivalent of a hundred acts of simple carnality. His mouth, so delicately scaled and lush, is your lodestone. Your world spins around his axis as he kisses you with exquisite eroticism, committing you to memory with lips and tongue. You’re hazily aware that he could break you in a dozen ways and you’d never feel it, but you’re even more aware that he could make you erupt in a dozen more, and you’d never forget it. And neither would he.

* * *

Steve Cortez is precision, soft-spoken but devastatingly thorough in his exploration of your mouth, your jawline, your neck as you let your head fall back against the cool metal exterior of the shuttle. You can’t get your breath, you just can’t, but when you do, the air tastes like him. Like chicory coffee and determination, like love. Like home. And you can’t help it, can’t help but respond, hands streaking paths of want up his back, feeling the flex of muscle as he shudders, leans into you. You get a little equilibrium back by the time you’re cupping the back of his head, the lean planes of his cheeks, and you meet his precision with your fire. You kiss him back, letting him know with tongue and teeth and muted moans that you refuse to lose him every bit as much as he refuses to lose you.

* * *

Jacob is honesty; there’s honest admiration in his eyes as he looks at you, honest desire in the strong hands that slide from yours up to your shoulders, pulling you into a lazy, seductive dance around the cabin. Honest desire on his tongue when he finally kisses you, managing to tease, to seduce, to woo you for only a moment before honesty takes him, too, and you’re both trembling, both seeking out skin hidden by clothing, seeking to share vulnerabilities. And then it’s honesty of a different sort when you tumble to the bed, wrapped around each other as if you can each shield the other from everything outside this room.

* * *

Anders is hunger and loneliness and longing all wrapped up in a kiss that tastes faintly of lyrium and a faint, exotic tingle that can only be Fade energy. He crowds you against the wall, lean body hard against yours, trembling hands framing your face, fingers tangling in your hair as if he needs to have all of you, right here, right now, as if you’re going to be ripped away from him at any second. When you wrap your arms around him to soothe, he shudders, and his kiss changes to something dangerously erotic, all hot lips and bold tongue and aching hunger, as if this is it, this is the act entire, and he can bring you both to completion with just this….

* * *

Nathaniel is hard - hard lines, hard, sinewy muscle, hard, calloused hands on your skin, hard lips against the back of your neck, hard flesh against the curve of your backside as he presses against you. His voice is hard, too; aristocratic accent wrapping easily around base words as he whispers what he wants to do with you, wants you to feel when he does them. But for all his hard edges, he’s soft, too, and it shows in the brush of his hair against your throat as he bends to taste your collarbone, in the stroke of his tongue, warm and wet on your shoulder. His archer’s precision shows when he moves to map your spine from bottom to top with a chain of tiny kisses that leave no skin unworshipped, when his hands slide between your legs, pressing where you burn hottest for him. Your head falls back against his shoulder, and when you shudder,  so does he, and you know then what his restraint is costing him.

Sleepless Nights

Summary: After having a nightmare, Bucky gets closer to you. 

Word Count: 1,953

Warnings: None.

Originally posted by oursisthefvry

Cold sweat running down his face, Bucky flung the sheets off his body and staggered out of bed. Clutching his chest with his flesh hand, he let his nails dig into his bare skin, anchoring him to the present time. He blinked repeatedly, eyes quickly getting used to the darkness around him, the moon just barely peeking through the blinds.

Heart beating rapidly, he took a deep breath as he padded across the room and made a beeline to the kitchen. It was easy enough to pry open the refrigerator and grab a cold bottle of water. Bucky almost broke it as he tore the lid off and brought it up to his lips, gulping it all down within seconds.

He leaned against the kitchen counter using the heels of his hands, body curving slightly as he stretched, got his body used to being awake after being stuck in deep sleep, in a nightmare.

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guys i’m seeing some wondering whether Hiveswap will expand on Homestuck’s background “lore” directly so i gotta bring this up again:

yes. the answer’s yes. Hiveswap has in fact already done this in the trailers. 

I am talking, of course, about the sexy horse statue outside Grandpa’s manor.
Some people immediately pointed to this as a random meta nod to Equius, which is really disappointing to me because there’s actually fleshed out canon lore behind it, which is so much more hilarious. 

“Jade’s parental unit, as the Pattern Breaking parental unit, has a much larger variety of strange, off putting interests.  Dad has FANCIFUL HARLEQUINS, Mom has EXSQUISITE WIZARDS, and Bro has RADICAL PUPPETS.  Grandpa has not one, but FOUR such interests, of the same descriptive two word format.  They’re all just as dumb though.  One reason among several for this was to create an element of uncertainty over what kind of item Jade would prototype with .  And by uncertainty, I mean misdirection, which is what I always mean by uncertainty.

Notice the colors of the lights in each room.  Orange, pink, and cyan, corresponding with Dirk, Roxy, and Jane.  The items have a loose correlation with the other three guardians too.  Knights in that Dirk is a skilled swordsman.  Roxy’s land is full of pyramids, Jane was grandpa’s long estranged blue lady.  You see how the gears are always turning.  Not only does everything mean something.  It turns out everything means EVERYTHING.  Now you know.”

–Andrew Hussie, Homestuck Book 3 Commentary

Hussie has confirmed that Grandpa’s INTERESTS reflect the Alphas. 

Which means that if you use occam’s razor Grandpa’s interest in HORSES–

most reasonably has to do not with some random callout to a troll Jake never met and doesn’t care about, but with his memories of Dirk. 

who is. you know.  all about horses and muscley horse dudes. So yeah, Grandpa–and by association Jake–have been deliberately fleshed out further by the narrative, with the wrinkle that, given time, Grandpa took on Dirk’s interest in horses. 

And he’s not even the version of Jake that dated Dirk, so…yeah. Whatever you think of their relationship, it’s a pretty powerful and funny look at their friendship.

Anyway Hiveswap is good. I’m excited.

Catelyn, Smart

Much like her elder daughter, Catelyn Stark is a character whose intelligence is seriously underrated. There’s less of an intellectual arc apparent in her story as compared to Sansa’s, as Catelyn is a grown woman, but that doesn’t mean her thinking is static. It must be said that she is one of the series’ most staggeringly unfortunate characters, as the tragic structure of her arc demands that her decisions and risks to protect her family fail and rebound upon them.

Yet lack of success does not equal lack of intelligence. Even in her mistakes and failures, it is more than possible to see that this is not a woman who didn’t think before she acted.

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Rest in peace, Bobby “The Brain” Heenan
[November 1st, 1944 - September 17th, 2017]

Ya listen to me, you’ll go to the top! You don’t listen to me, you’re never heard from again!

He was a pioneer of professional wrestling mouthpieces. He could do it all, from wrestling to managing to commentary to interviews and everything between. He took relatively unknown wrestlers and turned them into legendary fixtures in only a few minutes. He could turn a nation of millions on someone they loved simply by shaking their hand. Although it’s been a long time coming as he was diagnosed with throat cancer in 2002, nobody expected the legend to go home, but as of September 17th, 2017, Bobby "The Brain” Heenan was taken from this world.

Although people generally despised Heenan, when the man spoke, the people listened. His one-liners were legendary, and his vouching for anyone meant that said wrestler was someone to keep an eye out for. Bobby Heenan began his career in wrestling in Indianapolis, Indiana in 1961, managing Angelo Poffo (father of Randy Savage and Lanny Poffo). As time went on, Heenan became a fixture that fans loved to hate in the AWA where he began managing Ray “The Crippler” Stevens and the legendary Nick Bockwinkel. During a feud with Dick The Bruiser, Heenan was insulted by The Bruiser and called a “weasel”, a nickname that would stick throughout the rest of his career. In 1975, Heenan managed Bockwinkel to his first AWA World Heavyweight Championship.

After leaving the AWA in 1984, Heenan traveled to New York City where he began working for the WWF. It was there that he managed Big John Studd, Ken Patera, Buddy Rose, Paul Orndorff, King Kong Bundy, The Brainbusters, Rick Rude, Harley Race, The Islanders, Hercules, The Barbarian, Mr. Perfect, The Brooklyn Brawler, and of course, Andre The Giant. Heenan led Andre to the ring in what may have been the most famous match of the 1980s at WrestleMania 3, where Andre was bodyslammed by Hulk Hogan.

When a professional wrestler aligned themselves with “The Brain”, their career took off, as the world’s greatest wrestling manager made them a star by talking them up while everyone else fought to get a word in edgewise. It was his career as a manager that made it so easy for “The Brain” to work as a commentator, teaming with Gorilla Monsoon in a beloved duo that fans adored. Heenan also worked as a commentator for WCW from 1994 until 2001.

Bobby had a certain air about him that fans loved to detest. When he stood from his chair at ringside, fans came alive to alert the ref that “The Brain” was about to cheat. When he would hear a smattering of fans chanting ‘Weasel! Weasel!’, Bobby would simply turn his head, and with that, the rest of the fans would join in, chanting against the manager. Bobby’s legacy stands as a personality that fans of all ages will remember forever, both as a manager and as a hero to so many wrestlers, commentators, and managers for years to come. With his family around him, Bobby passed away at the age of 73, and if the way that several wrestlers and wrestling fans are honoring him on social media is any indication, he’ll never, ever be forgotten.

Rest in peace, Bobby Heenan.


For @missidixon…enjoy!

Reid’s pupils dilated slightly when he walked into the library. Across the room, you stood in front of some shelves looking at a book you had pulled. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but there was something about you that fascinated him.

Maybe it was because you were reading a book on some lesser known lore. Or maybe it was because you looked so calm and peaceful just searching for something. Or maybe, it was the smile that spread across your face when you decided to fully read the book you had picked.

Whatever it was, Reid knew he wanted to meet you. The trouble would be the ‘how’. He gulped.

“She’s been reading about the Norse gods and writing a paper on the differences between how they were portrayed before and after the influence of Christianity,” Reid sputtered, “She’s just so peaceful about it too. She rarely looks up she’s so into the content…What?”

Derek had been stirring his coffee with a smirk on his face. Reid had been talking non stop about this mystery girl for the last 40 minutes. Morgan let out a chuckle.

“You know all of this, and you still haven’t talked to her yet?” he mused aloud.
Spencer blushed. “I don’t want to say the wrong thing.”
“Saying the wrong thing is better than saying nothing.”

Before Reid could continue his questions, JJ passed them telling them they had a case. Spencer swallowed as Morgan chuckled again. He patted the younger guy on the back.

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Jade’s parental unit, as the Pattern Breaking parental unit, has a much larger variety of strange, off putting interests.  Dad has FANCIFUL HARLEQUINS, Mom has EXSQUISITE WIZARDS, and Bro has RADICAL PUPPETS.  Grandpa has not one, but FOUR such interests, of the same descriptive two word format.  They’re all just as dumb though.  One reason among several for this was to create an element of uncertainty over what kind of item Jade would prototype with .  And by uncertainty, I mean misdirection, which is what I always mean by uncertainty.

Notice the colors of the lights in each room.  Orange, pink, and cyan, corresponding with Dirk, Roxy, and Jane.  The items have a loose correlation with the other three guardians too.  Knights in that Dirk is a skilled swordsman.  Roxy’s land is full of pyramids, Jane was grandpa’s long estranged blue lady.  You see how the gears are always turning.  Not only does everything mean something.  It turns out everything means EVERYTHING.  Now you know.

Andrew Hussie, Homestuck Book 3 Commentary

My pal @icel just sort of handed me the commentary for book 3, which is rad cause it turns out to confirm I’ve been right in arguing that Grandpa’s home decor reflects the Alphas for months. (Obviously doesn’t prove anything else linked there, though I stand by all of it. Just saying.)

I don’t normally argue based on Word of God cause I don’t like speculating pointlessly on Hussie as a person but hey! This is part of a product made for fans, and also it takes a lot of the legwork out of me getting to say I’m right, so like fuck it ;) 

mr shoe walks into the glee club room. he says that the kids are too wrapped up in their greed and avarice. He turns around the blackboard and “brecht” is written on it. the kids groan. mr sue explains that brecht is cool and performs the army song with mike chang. the kids are taken by the harsh commentary and spiky tune and set to work on their assignments. 

meanwhile, sue is unhappy. she has long disliked brecht. she begins acting emotionally and irrationally in protest and founds a rival glee club that performs musical adaptations of ibsen. it is all very menacing. 

mr shu decides that the glee club will stage a production of mother courage. rachel wants to be mother courage, but so does mercedes. rachel sings the barbara song (omg imagine) and mercedes sings the bilbao song. mercedes is better so she is mother courage.

kristen chenoweth returns! she shows up dramatically at the glee club door and sings the alabama song. everyone joins in. she seduces mr shū and sings lust from the seven deadly sins

tina sings pirate jenny

nobody shows up to the high school glee club production of mother courage because everyone is preoccupied with the emotional resonance of sue’s hedda gabler. to console themselves, the glee club sing a touching rendition of as you make your bed. indeed, they have made their own bed. 

in the ruckus everyone forgot about regionals, which takes place that same day. the glee club opens with a choreographed disco rendition of the song of mother courage, sung by mercedes. sue returns to character and is spiteful. 


Breaking... Ch. 1

A/N: So this is my first fan fiction! I’m really excited to show it to anyone who’s willing to read it! I’d really like to thank @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit for giving me the the confidence to write this, thank you so much! Anyway This fic is going to be a series and honestly I’m still not entirely sure what ships I want to use so I guess it’ll be a surprise for everyone XD Ok I’ve rambled long enough, I hope you all enjoy :D

Word count: 3,894

Warnings: Gun use, blood, cursing (Sorry not sorry)

Breaking Laws

             You walked down the street with your close friend Anna. It was dark outside, the air surrounding you was thick and hot. Extreme weather in New York was never really nice for anyone but to you it wasn’t unpleasant. Anna couldn’t say the same however since she was wearing dark jeans and a T-shirt while you were sporting shorts and a tank top. Earlier in the day you had taken off your flannel and tied it to your waist–it was almost ninety degrees at that point and cotton was no friend to you. Anna continued to try and change the subject by complaining about the heat but you were being stubborn. “I swear on my life Anna, if you listen to this you will not be disappointed!” You exclaimed.

“I know you’re super, mega, ultra-obsessed with this play thing but we’ve talked about this hon. It’s just not my thing.” You pouted slightly at her answer.

“It’s not a play thing… It’s a fantastic representation of our history that is showcased in a hip-hop and rap music styling format…” She chuckled at your over exaggerated sadness and gave you a little shove.

“Ok I’ll make a deal with you, I’ll listen to three songs, whichever ones you want, if you help me with Algebra 3. That number junk just flies right over my head with Mrs.Gepson gone!” You couldn’t help but squeal slightly and happily agreed to the terms. You silently thanked the universe for core math classes and for the University’s uncanny habit of finding underwhelming substitute professors. The two of you continued to walk down the street and laugh at your own commentary on the way to your apartment building. The laughter didn’t last long though, you felt like you were being watched, you were still about 10 minutes away from your destination when Anna nudged your arm and whispered. “Do not turn around. This guy behind us has been on our tail for the last 3 blocks.” Her words were quiet but they were sharp and she looked like she was ready to pounce at any moment.

             Both of you instantly picked up the pace, not running but just walking with more vigor and purpose than before. The man behind us matched our pace, no he was actually catching up to us pretty fast. You turned your head as we started to run and saw him pull something out of his hoodie. Is that a gun? He yelled out to us, making us stop in our tracks, the intent of his words catching up quicker than he was.

“Stop running before I do something undesierable.” His voice was deep and coarse, like he’s been screaming all day. We both look at each other, out of breath and tired from the adrenaline high we just experienced. Putting our hands up in the air we slowly turned around, not wanting him to try and shoot at us. He was about seven feet away from us at this point and still making small steps toward us as he spoke once more.

“Empty your pockets.” He ordered. We did as he asked, dropping our phones to the ground first we reached into our pockets and pulled out all the money we had on us. Anna had a twenty and three ones, you had three tens and a five on you. Looking at the money on the ground the man scoffed.

“You little girls shitting me right now? No way in hell that’s all you’ve got!” His voice sent chills up my spine, Anna was the first to speak up to him.

“That really is all we have… We just came back from friend’s and we weren’t exactly planning on going to Tiffany’s today…” Her tone was a combination of anger and fear; it was certainly not one you’ve ever heard her use before. The man gripped the gun tighter, a low growl erupting from his throat. Quickly he shifted the gun’s position toward Anna, her eyes widened and her voice got caught in her throat.

“Excuse me?! Wanna say that again?” He yelled. You couldn’t even think about what you were doing before you side-stepped in front of her, the gun now directly aimed at you. Forcing yourself to speak, you voice cracked slightly from the storm of emotions mulling in your body.

“Let’s try and be rational here… Just lower the gun, we don’t need to be too drastic right?” He didn’t seem to care about keeping a level head in the situation. His gaze never left you as he stepped closer once more, the muzzle of the gun only about two feet away from you.

“I’ll lower the damn gun when you give me the rest that you have!” He bellowed, his eyes unwavering, they were such a cold shade of blue. They felt like they were stabbing you by just looking at you. You kept your voice low but you knew he would hear you, there was no other way to do this.

“Anna run. Don’t look back, just keep running. I’ll take care of this.” She tried to refuse, she really did. But you both knew that if she stayed there wouldn’t be any chance of either of you getting away. She began to take a few steps backwards before turning around into a complete sprint. You could see the anger pulsating in his eyes, there wasn’t even a moment of hesitation before he pulled the trigger.

             It was an odd sensation; you could feel the pressure in the air that pushed towards you as the bullet exited the chamber. You could feel the blunt puncturing of your skin as the round bullet burrowed into your skin, on the right side of your forehead. You could feel your skull crack from the contact. Everything was painful, it was burning and reverberating. You heard a scream and then you felt yourself falling, but you didn’t hit the concrete of the dirty city street like you expected to. No, you kept falling, at first there was no color, just white, moving white. Everything looked like silk, swirling and twisting around your body. But the soft tangles of the silk soon turned to the same intense shade of blue that that man held in his stare. Everything turned into electricity—you watched as your hair started to frizz out into a halo around your head—but you couldn’t feel anything. You were numb as your eyes finally shut.

             You felt your eyes burn as sun shined onto your eyelids. With a soft groan you shifted over slightly, the ground was hard and warm. God my head is killing me. As you sat up every muscle in your body seemed to screech. Reaching up you touched the side of your forehead and winced, feeling a sudden sting wave through your brain. You finally opened your eyes and looked down at your hand, watching as the blood slid across your fingers and into your palm. Blood glided down your cheek and some small droplets clotted in your eyebrow. Your head felt like it was about to explode as the memories rushed back to you. The man, the gun, the scream. Your hand instantly went back to the spot on your head where the blood was coming from, there wasn’t any hole or anything. What the hell is going on? Looking up you saw that you were sitting under a lamp post. A dirt path stretched out underneath your body, making your legs dirty. Hooking your arm around the lamp post you used it to help you stand up, you gripped it tightly as your mind suddenly felt clouded. It was incredibly bright outside so you had to squint to look down the paths. In the distance you could make out what seemed to be a yellow house.

             Only the sound of the dirt shifting under your weight kept you awake long enough to approach the building, it seemed to grow in size the closer you came to it. Your eyes fluttered open and shut, your mind wanting nothing more than to shut down. Staggering up the solid steps your legs gave out, you had to use your arms to pull yourself to the door. Your breath was short and sharp, your chest felt like it was going to collapse. Hell, your entire body seemed to feel like it was being pulled apart in every direction possible. With a clenched and bloody fist you banged on the wooden door as hard as you could. You’re almost there Y/N, just stay awake. Your body slumped over as the door opened, your eyes focused on the off white fabric that now stood where the door once was. It was a woman, she knelt down beside you and her voice was laced with concern.

“Dear Lord, child are you alright?” Your eyelids slammed down into each other once more as another wave of pain crashed into you.

“Help me, help…” And suddenly you were out once more.

             The second time you woke up was much more pleasant, at the very least it wasn’t painful. Instead of hard dirt you were laying on some sort of cushion, it was so soft it almost seemed like it was a giant throw pillow. You opened your eyes and saw the woman from earlier stare back at you. This time around you could actually make out the details of her face. Her skin had an olive like coloring to it, very faint laugh lines crossed past her green eyes, a few long strands of brown hair fell out from under the white handkerchief that was wrapped around her head.

“I see that you are finally awake, child.” Her voice was soft. Child? She couldn’t be that much older than me.

“Hello.” Your voice felt a little strained but managed to at least say that. She smiled at you.

“If you are feeling well enough to stand I would like to ask you allow me to help you dress.” You nodded and slowly pushed yourself up from the bed you had been laying on.

“May I ask what your name is Miss?”

“Y/N L/N, what’s your name?” You finally took notice of what she was wearing. The long white fabric had a few red stains on it, that was probably from you. But that wasn’t what was so surprising, it was just the style of it that looked odd to you. The skirt flowed down and brushed against the floor, the top almost looked like it was in two pieces. As she turned around you could see the lacing in the back, it was almost like a corset but nowhere near as tight as the models you’ve seen. Not only that but it looks like it’s made of fabric, not metal or anything like that. She cocked her head to the side as she picked up some things in front of her.

“Rachel, Rachel Spencer.”

“That’s a really pretty name… So um Rachel, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course Miss L/N, what’s your question?” She turned back towards you, holding a small pile of cloth in her arms.

“Where exactly am I?” You questioned. She looked at you incredulously.

“Oh dear, you’re in New York.” She smiled at the words.

“No, I get that, I’m from New York. I mean where am I, like why am I not in a hospital?” She seemed to be even more confused than she was before.

“A hospital? Do you mean for all that blood? Don’t worry Miss L/N it was only a bruise when I washed away the blood.”

“Then… What exactly is this place?” You asked as your gaze slid across the room you were in; it was small but it felt homely.

“Why Miss L/N, you’re standing in the Hamilton residence, to be more specific you’re in my living quarters.” Before you could actually question her more about the matter she set the pile down on the bed behind you and clapped her hands together.

“Now please undress so that I can help you into some more proper clothes. I know what I have isn’t very nice but it’ll at least cover you up.” Your eyes widened at her words.


“Yes, why is that- Oh I see, you must be shy. Very well, I’ll turn around as you undress and you put the shift on. I shall turn back around and help you with the other pieces once you are done.” She had already taken a step back and turned around before you could protest. Heaving a sigh, you made quick work of getting out of your shorts and tank before examining the cloth on the very top of the pile. Not much different than a really long night dress I suppose. You pulled the material over your head, luckily it wasn’t that off in size.

“Okay, you can turn back around now Rachel.” You were still really confused about what was happening. Where were you exactly? Some sort of colonial reenactment? Or perhaps somehow you got dropped off into some Amish territory? That would actually explain why they didn’t call for an ambulance. Rachel turned back around to you and quickly put the rest of the pieces on you. The two of you looked very similar now in terms of clothing, the only really noticeable difference was that her bodice was white and yours was blue. Suddenly the actions of this woman were flooding over you. She helped you, cleaned you up and now was helping you to blend in. The world always needs kindness like hers.

“Thank you so much Rachel, I don’t know what would’ve happened if you hadn’t had helped me when you did.” You spoke like a child thanking a parent for teaching them how to tie their shoes. Speaking of shoes, Rachel had just pulled out a pair of dark boots and was motioning for you to sit so she could help you put them on.

“No need to thank me child, if there was anyone you should be thanking it would be Lady Betsy. She heard me cry out and came to see what all the commotion was about and found you lying in my arms. She truly is the kindest woman I have ever met; the moment her eyes fell on you she ran around trying to find anything that might help you.” A soft smile graced her lips as she spoke, all the while she was sliding and buttoning the shoes to your feet.

“She must be amazing judging by how much you praise her.” You stood up once she was done and silently thanked her for the help.

“She is, now come with me. Lady Betsy would actually like to speak with you.” She hopped up off the ground a led you outside the room. The corridors she led you down were narrow and plain at first but the further you traversed the wider they became. Before you knew it you were walking down grandiose white walls with gold embellishing the linings. Eventually the two of you stopped in front of a pair of double doors and Rachel gave one small knock.

“Come in.” A woman’s voice called from inside. Rachel opened the doors escorted you inside the room. The walls were lined with bookshelves; it was almost like a personal library. There was a large wooden desk at the end of the room, someone was standing in front of it. From the back all you could see was a big, blue gown with white and gold accents, part of her long, dark hair was pulled back but the rest spilled down flat against her back. She finally turned around and faced the two of us, her eyes were dark and gentle as she smiled worriedly at us.

“Hello dear, I’m glad to see that you are finally awake. You gave us all quite a fright when you showed up the way you did.” The woman spoke softly, at this point you were able to guess that this must be Betsy.

“Hello Mrs. Hamilton, forgive me for interrupting you but I would like to introduce you to our unexpected guest.” Rachel said as she gave a small curtsey, she then motioned for you to take a step closer. You did so and followed Rachel’s example by curtseying as well.

“Hi, um, sorry for showing up the way I did… My name is Y/N, nice to meet you.” She furrowed her eyebrows for a moment.

“No need to apologize Miss Y/N, I am Elizabeth Hamilton, but most people call me Eliza.” Eliza Hamilton, isn’t that ironic. You smiled up at her, she actually oddly looked familiar.

“Thank you for all of your help, Eliza. I don’t know what would’ve happened if you and Rachel hadn’t helped me when you did.”

“It is no trouble, dear. If you do not mind I would like to talk with you more on your situation once my husband returns.” She spoke like an experienced mother, it was comforting.

“Is Mr. Hamilton scheduled to arrive back at his usual time, Mrs. Hamilton?” Rachel asked.

“Yes, it is almost time for supper so he should not be too far away. Would you like to join us for dinner Y/N? It would give us ample opportunity to discuss what comes next.” Eliza went behind the desk and took a seat, holding her hands in her lap. At first you were caught a little off guard but you ended up agreeing. Eliza and Rachel’s eyes lit up at your answer.

“Wonderful! Until then you can rest in here, my husband won’t mind us occupying his study while he’s out. Take a seat, Rachel could read to you if you’d like as well.” She beamed happily. Read to me? Oh, they probably think I have a concussion or something.

“That’s very kind of you Eliza but I’m just fine! I can read on my own.” You reassured her. The other two women were taken aback by your comment.

“Oh, so you’re an educated woman? Forgive me, I didn’t realize.” Eliza apologized but the tone in her voice made her seem more questioning. Did I say something weird? I could see maybe if they thought I was homeless but I don’t know what education has to do with that. You decided it was best not to question her on the statement, she probably didn’t mean for it to sound the way she had. Rachel excused herself, she said she had to go help ‘Angie’ with her work.

             You paced back and forth, your fingertips gliding across the rows of book spines as you examined the titles. Whoever Eliza’s husband is, he really likes Shakespeare. You eventually plucked out A Mid-Summer Night’s Dream, you’d be lying if you said that it wasn’t a personal favorite of yours. You always felt that you related to Helena the most out of all the characters. Taking the book, you sat down on a nearby couch. You fussed around with your dress for a few minutes so that you sit ‘Crisscross applesauce’ style underneath the layers of fabric, most of it hanging over the cushions. You had just gotten to Titania and Oberon’s confrontation when a young girl, maybe around 12 or 13 years old, came skipping into the room. Her dress wasn’t quite as big as Eliza’s, it was more…fluffy than bulky, the light purple color popped against her tan skin. Her hair was pulled into a pair of pigtail braids.

“Mama! Mama! Daddy’s home, it’s time for dinner!” She exclaimed before she finally took notice of my presence. “Who’s this Mama?” She asked, she must be Eliza’s daughter.

“Angie sweetie, this is Miss Y/N. She will be joining us for dinner.” Eliza explained as she stood up from the desk and stood next to the now identified ‘Angie’ from earlier. She gave the girl a small pat on the back and motioned for her follow as she walked off toward the door. You put the book down next to you, Angie took notice of the cover and skipped toward you excitedly, grabbing your hand to help you stand up.

“Daddy will be very excited to meet you, he loves Shakespeare!” She giggled and linked your arm with her own.

“I noticed.” You chuckled and allowed her to guide you out the door. Eliza gave a small laugh at the sight and continued to walk by your side. Your trio made your way through some more of the beautifully designed hallways, the sound of chatter becoming louder as you approached an archway that lead you into a large, open room. You recognized the door at the far end, this must be main room and that must be the front door you were slumped against not so long ago. Your gaze then fell onto a man; he wore a dark green coat with a matching pant. You could tell that the clothing was meant to be from the same era as everyone else’s, the pants stopped at his knees and a pair of long socks covered his shins. He was looking down at two young boys with mischievous grins on their faces.

“Daddy! Daddy! Look!” Angie ran up to the man, he must be Eliza’s husband. The man turned around with a wide smile stretched across his face. He quickly ran his fingers through his dark hair to push it out of his face before wrapping his arms around Angie.

“My sunshine girl! I missed you even more today than I did the last!” He said happily. Why does he look so familiar? He kissed Angie’s nose and released her, turning his attention to Eliza.

“My love, how was your day?” He asked as he made his way over to Eliza and gave her a kiss on the cheek. His eyes clouded with curiosity as he took notice of you standing next to his wife. “And who is this young lady?” He questioned, Eliza’s voice lowered slightly. Angie came bounding toward her father.

“That’s what I wanted you to see Daddy, she likes Shakespeare too!” She smiled.

“Is that right?” He spoke, sounding slightly impressed.

“Her name is Y/N, Rachel found her on our door step, bleeding from the side of her head…” She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Poor girl, she was practically naked, I wanted to wait till you came home before we asked her any questions.” She pulled away and his eyes softened. Looking back over at you, he stepped back and gave you a small bow.

“Well it is a pleasure to have you in our home Miss Y/N, perhaps we could discuss literature over supper? Pardon, you must forgive me, I haven’t introduced myself yet. My name is Alexander Hamilton.” Your eyes widened as the name washed over your thoughts.

Alexander Hamilton, Eliza Hamilton?

             There was no way but you couldn’t shake this feeling in the pit of your stomach that begged you to ask something, anything that could prove the growing thought in your head wrong.

“Forgive me sir, but um, may I ask what you do? For work I mean…” He seemed confused for a moment but answered you nonetheless.

“I work up in the city as the Treasury Secretary under President Washington.” He said simply.


“My Cats Betrayed Me...” ( Kang Daniel )

Author’s Note:  aaahhh my second writing !! i hope you enjoyed this as well and thank you to those who enjoyed my Park Woojin one :-)

Character: Kang Daniel // Wanna One

Genre: good ol’ fluff

Word Count: 1,312

Summary: You move in with your boyfriend Daniel and his cats eventually come to love you more than him and he gets jealous.

Requested Writing! :-)

You decide to move in with Daniel after been dating for many months and you basically lived in his house since you always went over. It was really easy to move the rest of your stuff to his apartment, the majority of your clothes and belongings already sitting somewhere in a pile inside of his room. Daniel was helping you carry the rest of your belongings up to his apartment, making sure you didn’t slip on the stairs, walking behind you and keeping an eye on where your feet would land. You finally get to the door and unlock it, smiling up at Daniel before walking inside. You both prop your belongings on the floor and slip off your shoes before collapsing on the couch nearby.

“Aughh.. There was barely anything to move, but I’m still really tired.” you sighed and scooched closer to Daniel, snuggling up against his chest. He smiled and put his arm around your shoulder, poking at your cheek. “What are you complaining about? I carried most of your stuff up the stairs.” He teased, laughing softly. “That’s because you didn’t let me carry a lot you dork.” you fight back, grabbing his face with one hand and squeezing his cheeks softly, laughing at the fish face he had when you squeezed him. Daniel quickly pecked at your lips and pulled you in closer to him his hand on your waist instead. “I know I know.” he smirked, looking down to see how you reacted to his sneaky kiss. You were a little shocked at the kiss and turned a little red, but you didn’t complain about it. Whether if it was a long or a short kiss, you always loved getting kisses from Daniel and it worked that way with him too. 

Daniel reached forward to grab the remote control for the tv and turned it on, leaning back again to keep you close to him. You both cuddled watching whatever was on, making stupid commentaries over them, overall just having a good time. A couple loud meows was heard and you see one of Daniel’s cats slowly walk over to the both of you and decided to jump on you to join in on the cuddling. “Aww hi Rooney. Did you miss me?” you say as you give the cat some soft petting and light kisses on her head. “Rooney come over here!” Daniel calls for his cat, patting on his lap for Rooney to come to him. Rooney was still nuzzling your hand and purring loudly, ignoring Daniel’s calls. “What the… Why isn’t Rooney coming to me?” he said looking slightly disappointed, attempting to call her again multiple times, but his loving cat still ignoring him and staying on your lap.

 “Ppppfft. I guess she just likes me more.” you tease and continue to coddle the cat in front of Daniel. “What? No way. I’m the one who raised her since she was a kitten how could she do this to me.” he whined and got up from the couch to walk into his room just to walk out with his other cat in his arms. “I’ll have Peter to love if you have Rooney. Peter loves me more than Rooney loves you.” 

You tried to hold back your laughter, seeing how Daniel was getting jealous of his own cat liking you more than him. He starts to pamper Peter, but she jumps out of his arms, walking towards you, rubbing her head against your arm. You look over to see the other cat nuzzling against you and then look up to see Daniel with a face that screamed betrayal. You burst out laughing and how disheartened he looked by his cats going to you. “How could they do this to me… I’m basically their dad… “ he sighed and leaned back dramatically, putting his hands on his face and laughing a little.  That comment made you laugh even harder which made your ears tear up and you hunched over, slapping the table lightly. The cats were startled by the banging of the table and they both jumped off the couch to run back into Daniel’s room. You regained your breath after laughing so much and wiped your eyes. “I’m sorry Daniel I have no idea why they like me so much.” 

He turned to you with a smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised. “Maybe it’s because they know you’re a super beautiful person with a great personality and sense of humor” he said and slowly dragged himself closer to you. You blushed at his comment and started backing away as he was getting closer, causing you to fall back on your back onto the couch. Daniel hovered over you, killing you with his gaze, slowly getting closer and closer to your face. Your heartbeat sped up, beating through your chest and your eyes were widened, anticipating for him to do something. 

The mood was quickly changed as his gaze turned into a mischievous smile and he started to tickle you, causing your body to squirm around and have you laugh a lot. He stopped after a couple seconds and quickly got up to run into his room, closing the door behind him. You had to recover after being attacked for a little bit and finally got up, walking towards the door of his room. You try turning the handle, but it wouldn’t budge and you smirked at his childish behavior.“Yah! Kang Daniel! Open this door!” you yelled through the door waiting for his response. “No! I’m spending quality time with Peter and Rooney so that they love me again!” He yells back and grabs both of his cats, snuggling them on his bed. “They still love you dumb butt. Now hurry and unlock the door.” you sighed and smiled to yourself thinking how cute it was how Daniel was reacting. You couldn’t figure out if he was really just jealous of how his cats started to like you more than him or that you were giving more attention to the cats more than him. “I won’t give you any kisses if you don’t open this door right now!” 

As soon as you said that, you hear loud thumping getting closer and the door being swung open, the wind of it blowing against your hair. “Okay I give up already.” He said giving you a big smile, his eyes creasing like it always did, making his smile even brighter. You snort at how fast he was to react and tippy-toe to give him a small kiss on the cheek. “Good.” you say and decided to tease him one more time. 

You slip by him walking faster towards where Peter and Rooney were calling their names and holding your arms open. Daniel quickly turned around and ran up towards you, wrapping an arm around your back and squatting down to lift your legs, carrying you bridal style. You were shocked at the sudden lift and turned your head to see Daniel’s sunshine like smile. “You gonna betray me with my own cats again?” he teased and placed his lips onto yours. You smile, laughing a little and wrapped your arms around his neck. “Maybe… But that won’t happen if you keep me distracted.” you said, smiling again which made him smile as well. He spins you around a couple times before dropping you onto the bed and laying next to you, pulling you in to cuddle, the cats joining in at the foot of the bed. “I really love you a lot Y/N.” he whispered into your ear and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, smiling to himself. “I love you a lot too.” you responded and brought yourself closer to him and he tightened his grip around you. You both eventually fall asleep, marking the first day of moving in together. 

EDIT: Updated version here

So @kyleehenke finished up her Persona 5 Snapchat LP and despite the fact that My Heart Will Go On seems to be the song she ended up associating with it the most, my ears and inspiration were drawn to the song she sang in regards to my son Goro Akechi, and then posted the audio of afterwards.

That song was Wait For It, from the musical Hamilton, a phenomenon I had mostly ignored due to not liking the few tracks I had heard. Wait For It was a complete shell shock, and as I listened to it, I realized I was getting ideas of lyric comics again, which never seemed to end well for me in the past.

But by sheer force of Senpai Notice Me, I managed to crank out vaguely decent sketches for the first verse and chorus. I’m sorry for anyone viewing this on their dash, but this is going to be a long post.

For best results, here’s a link to the song:

Hopefully the power of Senpai Notice Me will keep me going until I actually finish it. Who knows. The quality is pretty garbage because I was fool enough to make this mostly double-sided and completely on notebook paper, but hopefully I managed to make it work well enough.

Thanks for the inspiration, Kylee. C:

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Chris Evans Fic: Lucky Enough

I’m mega crushing on Dad!Chris at the moment, if you couldn’t tell. Will this dude just hurry up and have a couple of kids already? I’ll gladly volunteer as tribute!

So this is from the same verse as the last three, with the Model!You. This is more about Chris and the eldest child, Mason, though: ‘you’ doesn’t feature in it too heavily.

Also lots of dialogue. You know how much Chris loves a bedtime story ;)


It was Friday night and you were out with friends having a few cocktails and good catch up. Chris and the kids had dropped you off in the city earlier and he’d told you to go have fun. He knew how important it was for you to catch up with your friends, especially from Victoria’s Secret. It kept that part of your life present and Chris knew it was important for you to just be you, as well as being a wife and a mother. So he’d kissed you from the driver’s seat of the SUV and watched as you sashayed into the bar, before doing a u-turn and heading back home.

The kids had eaten earlier and after a movie (The Rescuers, because Chris believed in keeping the classics alive) and a quick bedtime story, they were all fast asleep in their respective beds.

Chris had mooched about with a beer in hand, playing with Dodger (as much as ten year old Dodger would allow) and watching a few sports commentary shows. Although, like all busy parents, Chris sometimes longed for an hour or two to himself in the day, when he actually got it, he found he was bored shitless. What did he even used to do with his time before he had you and the kids?

So when Mason, his eldest at eight years old, appeared at the living room door sleepily rubbing his eyes and looking a bit miserable, Chris found he was actually something close to being relieved.

‘Hey little man, what’s up? I thought you were asleep?’

‘I was but I think I had a bad dream and now I can’t get back to sleep.’

‘You want to sit here with me and Dodger for a bit, take your mind off it?’ Chris patted the sofa next to him.

Mason nodded and dropped himself down next to his dad.

‘When will mom be home?’

'I’m not sure, she’s getting a ride back later. Is there something you want to talk about?’ Chris sensed there was a motivation behind the question. He hoped that all his children felt they were able to approach either of their parents equally with any problems but he understood as much as anyone that there were some things you just needed to talk to your mom about. In your absence, however, he needed to be that person for Mason.

'I don’t know… I feel like you’re going to be mad,’ Mason admitted uncomfortably, not making eye contact.

That immediately had all kinds of scenarios whirling around Chris’ mind.

'What’s wrong? Why would I be mad? Are you in trouble?’ He tried to keep the urgency out of his voice but knew he was failing.

'Oh it doesn’t matter, I’ll wait for mom tomorrow,’ Mason made to stand up but Chris gently tugged him back by his arm.

'Sorry dude, I just get worried. I promise I’ll just listen and not ask so many questions.’

'And you won’t get mad?’ Mason looked up hopefully from where he was now tucked under Chris’ arm.

Chris hesitated for a second, formulating the best answer, 'I reserve judgement on that, but as long as you’re okay, I won’t get mad.’

His son looked away again and, taking a deep breath, began to speak:

'So, some kids at school today, they were making fun of me called me an 'accident’. That I wasn’t supposed to be born. That you and mom didn’t want me.’

Mason had been right, Chris was mad. Where would a bunch of kids even get that notion? There had been some speculation around the time the news of your pregnancy broke and it’s closeness to the wedding date but how would kids even… fucking parents. The parents were even worse than the kids at that shitty school, Chris would swear it. Stuck up, judgemental parents who somehow thought that forking out tens of thousands of dollars for their kids education made them the law on everything, like everyone wasn’t paying fees there.

'Who was it? Give me names and I’ll email the principal right now,’ Chris demanded, plucking his phone from where it rested on the coffee table.

'Dad, no!’ Mason panicked, and then started to get frustrated, 'Forget it, I’ll just talk to mom tomorrow.’

He ran from the room and Chris could hear his footsteps one after the other up the stairs. He was caught somewhere between boiling rage and confusion. Firstly, how dare anyone say those kinds of things to his son! But swiftly overtaking that rage was the realisation that he needed to help Mason right now, and not fly off the handle bombarding half his teachers with emails on a Friday night.

So, he rose from the sofa and followed the footsteps his son had taken only moments earlier. He gently knocked on Mason’s door and pushed it fully open to the darkness of his room. The glow-in-the-dark stars cast tiny shadows against the models of planets that hung from the ceiling. In the slice of light that fell through the doorway from the hall, Chris could make out a Mason-shaped lump on his bed, covered completely, head and all, by his constellation bed sheets.

Chris took his silence and stillness as a blessing to enter and he sank himself down onto the mattress where he thought Mason’s feet may have been.

'Mase? I’m sorry dude, I said I’d listen and I didn’t. But I’ve realised it’s more important that I tell you the truth than go mad at the punks that upset you.’

That had Mason shifting and his head emerged as he folded his sheets over, tucking them under his arms.

'What do you mean, the truth?’ His voice was thick and Chris’ heart broke knowing that he’d been crying. Kids could be so mean to each other.

'The truth about you, of course,’ Chris spoke like Mason should know exactly what he was talking about.

'Dad, tell me.’

'I was on a press conference panel for the last Avengers film. I’d been away from your mom for a just over a month and it was pretty hard, being away that long when we were getting married so soon. And it was really busy then and we were on different time zones and it was really difficult to talk on the phone.’

'But I remember feeling my phone buzz in my pocket when I was stood in the wings waiting to go out on the stage and I pulled it out quickly to check it. I saw it was your mom and the first line I saw on my notifications was 'I really hate to do this via text…’ and I immediately jumped to all the worst conclusions.’

'What does that mean, Dad?’ Mason enquired.

'It means I was already imagining that something bad had happened. I thought she was going to tell me she wanted to break up with me!’ Chris’ hands were flying along with his words.

'Daaaaddddd, that would never happen!’ Mason rolled his eyes but he sat up in his bed with a chuckle and Chris knew he was swimming to the surface of his worries.

'I know right?! But that’s what I thought when I saw that first line!’

'So you had to read it before you went out, right?’ Mason leant forward slightly, enthralled.

'Of course! So, heart pounding, I opened up the message. The host is outside whipping up the crowd and announcing us but I don’t hear any of it because I’m so focused on this message and can you guess what it said?’ Chris leant forward towards Mason, eyes wide.

'Just tell me! Please!’

'It said, 'I really hate to do this via text but you’re not due home for weeks and we keep playing phone tag and I just need you to know. You remember I said I’ve been feeling pretty weird for a couple of weeks? Well, after ruling all obvious things out, I just took a test and… we’re having a baby! Have a great day sweetheart, even though I know it will be impossible to have anything but now. Call me when you get a chance so we can be excited together. Love you.’

'Was that me? Was I the baby?’ Mason was up on his knees now, clinging on to Chris’ arm and bouncing.

'You sure were,’ Chris laughed.

'Wait,’ his son went from barely able to contain his excitement to still and contemplative, 'How do you even remember all that?’

Chris pulled him into his side, 'Dude, you know what my job is, right?’

'Yeah, but it’s been years! I’m eight years old now! And you don’t really act much now!’

'Okay, okay, you got me. I screenshot it straight away and I’ve had it saved in my Cloud ever since. Want to see?’

Mason just nodded eagerly and so Chris grabbed his phone from his pocket, unlocked it and located the screenshot. He passed it to Mason who held it between his palms like it was precious. He read the screen, his little face of wonder glowing in the back light.

'Did you reply?’ he turned to Chris after reading the message.

'Not by text. Everyone else was heading out on to the stage around me and I had to go with them. I sat down in front of everyone, loads of people in the crowd, all screaming and lights flashing and music playing and I knew that I had to be there, it was part of my job.’

'But I couldn’t focus. On anything. I was ready to burst inside. And I knew that if I didn’t call your mom right there and then, it could be days and days before we got to talk again. Someone asked me a question and I didn’t even hear it. All the cast were looking at me like I had three heads and I was frozen in my own thoughts.’

'And I just got up and left. I had to speak to your mom and I couldn’t tell everyone there about the news I’d just got even though it was exploding from me. So I walked off stage.’

'No way! Dad!’ Mason exclaimed in awe.

'I’d never done anything like that before. It’s on YouTube!’

Chris pulled up the YouTube app and, doing a quick search, found the video.

'Did you get in trouble?’ Mason wondered after watching it.

'A little bit, but no one could be too mad a few weeks later when we could share the news with our friends.’

'And were they excited too?’ Mason didn’t quite meet his eyes but Chris could hear the hope in his voice.

'Mase, everyone was excited. You were the best news we could ever share with anyone. Just think about Christmas and birthdays for a minute. What are the best kinds of presents?’

Mason sat still while he thought and eventually came up with an answer, 'When you get something you wanted but didn’t think you would get.’

'Exactly, and finding out about you was like getting all my surprise birthday and Christmas presents at once,’ Chris squeezed him to his side in a one-armed hug, 'I didn’t think I’d be lucky enough to get you so soon, but you arrived and made my life a thousand times better.’

'I did?’ Mason looked up at him with eyes exactly the same as yours.

'You did,’ Chris replied definitively, 'and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.’


It was after one a.m. when you snuck into the house after a really fun night out with your friends. You tiptoed straight upstairs and, one after the other, headed into the rooms of all your children to kiss them goodnight, gently so as not to wake them.

Mason’s room was the furthest from the stairs so you got to his last, but was surprised upon entering to find not only your eldest son but also your husband, fast asleep.

Chris was on his back, one leg hanging over the side of the narrow bed, one hand resting on his chest. His other arm held Mason, who was using Chris’ shoulder as a pillow, to him tightly.

You paused beside them to take in just how adorable they were before leaning over to gently shake Chris awake. You didn’t have the heart to leave him as he was, knowing how uncomfortable he’d be in the morning having slept in this position.

His eyes fluttered open and you leant down to kiss him lightly.

'Hey babe, didn’t want you to be sore in the morning, although the two of you are the cutest things I’ve ever seen in my life.’

'Thanks sweetheart,’ came the drowsy reply.

Chris came round slowly and realised where he was. He ever so carefully slid Mason’s head on to his pillow and stood up, taking care not to jostle the bed too much.

You leant over to press your lips to Mason’s forehead and followed Chris to your bedroom. You did a quick brush of your teeth and swiped the majority of your make up off with a face wipe before stripping down to your underwear and heading for bed.

'Was he okay?’ you asked as you climbed in under the sheets next to your husband.

'Yeah, he’s fine now,’ Chris pulled you to him, already beginning to drift off having not really fully woken up from his nap in Mason’s room, 'I’ll tell you the full story in the morning but we had a good chat about what happened when we found out we were having him.’

'I hope you showed him the screenshot and the video,’ you replied, beginning to fall to sleep yourself.

'Yeah, he knows all about it now.’

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“You wanna talk about it?” Jeff asked, awake at two am because of Kent’s screaming. Again. Jeff sat up, rubbing the back of his head.

“No,” Kent said. He was sitting up in bed, one hand pressed to his forehead.

Jeff frowned, flipping on the lamp. “Dude, I’m – you know you do this all the time, right?”

Kent glanced at him, frowning. “What?”

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anonymous asked:

Companions react to being accidentally groped by Sole in their sleep.

(Okay apologies first of all, I still need to work on Deacon’s personality as I’m sorta unsure. I don’t want to get anything wrong, you know how it is! I have yet to go and get Deacon as a companion in the game so that’s why really… And for obvious reasons some aren’t included in this reaction. Nick Valentine as he’s kinda. Eh. You know. Also if anyone does send in an ask and you want Romanced!Companions, just say so.)

Cait: “What the fuckin’ hell do ya think you’re doing?” Cait wakes Sole up and punches them in the chest, hard.

Curie: She wakes up and begins to giggle wildly. She tries to keep the volume down to try not to wake Sole up, but ends up doing so anyway. She explains what Sole did in their sleep and watches Sole’s face turn as red as a tato.

Paladin Danse: He moans quietly but soon clamps his hand over his mouth. He questions whether Sole was awake or not and squints in the darkness to try and see. When he figures out that Sole is actually sleeping, he feels relieved nobody heard him - But he’s still embarrassed as fuck.

Hancock: Accidentally elbows Sole in shock, waking them up. “I’m so sorry!” he mumbles, jumping out of bed. Sole frowns, but soon falls asleep. Hancock is unsure whether to go back into bed or not, for fear of being hurt by an angry Sole

MacCready: He gasps and his eyes shoot wide open. He whispers Sole’s name and asks if they are awake. When he doesn’t hear anything he lays there, not wanting to move. A cold sweat breaks out and he gently moves their hands away from him.

Preston Garvey: “General…” He whispers, his heart beating fast. He feels his temperature rise, and quickly turns over to face away from Sole, inching as far away as possible. Then goes back to sleep.

Piper: She, like Danse, moans at Sole’s touch, before covering her mouth with two hands. Piper doesn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

X6-88: Doesn’t flinch. At all.

anonymous asked:

Hi, I'm a new adlock yacht member, can you recommend me A Must Read Sherlock/Irene fics? because I falling deeper and deeper with this ship and i'm not even sorry! P.S.I check out all your fics on AO3 and the quite remarkable. Thank you, have a good day/night.

*Grins and waves* Hello and welcome aboard :D More than a little surprised to be asked (because surely anyone would’ve already been admiring my fandom heroes’ brilliant works before they came across any random stuff I wrote?) but thank youu and I’m honoured to share my personal ‘Omg amazing writing’ list!

(For a non-waffly version of recs, please simply refer to my bookmarks on AO3 - they’re mostly adlock x)

1. These fandom classics ♡ (Apologies if, like me, you already know them so well you find that you can effortlessly recite the chapter titles and many of the beautiful lines therein, but they absolutely need to appear in every adlock rec)

Neither a Soldier Nor a Gentleman and (work-in-progress) Sui Generis by Francesca_Wayland (the author is a legend and @francesca-wayland​ is the adlock blog, where you’ll find her list of fic recs, amongst other adlockness)

^ Exquisitely written. NaSNaG [97k] is basically fanon for what happened between Sherlock and Irene in Karachi, and SG [224k+] is its incredible (AU) sequel. The latter was what converted me from a non-shipping BBC Sherlockian into an obsessed adlocker.

- (work-in-progress) The W Hypothesis by ElinorX ( @elinorx​ this girl’s an evil genius x)

^ Victorian AU [75k+]. Another masterpiece, like seriously it’s literature. Clever and intricate plot, layers of mysteries, immense magnetic pull and tension between our OTP. Angsty. Though according to a reliable source the readers might get a treat in the next chapter(s).

- Come Attrition, Come Hell by InkInc ( @tales-of-inkinc​ The Angst Queen, whom I really hope is doing well at this moment, sending her best wishes)

^ aka Angst and Heartbreak and (Despite Everything) Love [89k]. You will likely not be okay whilst reading this story, and you will quite possibly not want to be. Certain strings of words in the English language will never be the same again. Gosh. There’s a letter/email from Sherlock to Irene, and it’s just T T. Also, CACH was the reason I registered on AO3, to leave my first ever comment.

- Death Takes a Holiday by LyraNgalia and rude_not_ginger ( @lyrangalia​ and @team-science​​, they have got to be the best role-play/writing partners in the history of RP-ing and their works are a synergy of brilliance; dreamwidth)

^ Fanon for Sherlock and Irene’s adventures during The Fall, collaborating to dismantle Moriarty’s web. Emotional constipation journey inevitably ensues. The DTaH series [546k] is approx. the length of the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy plus The Hobbit. Epic.

- What He Likes and its sequel (incomplete) The Way the Heavens Go by solojones

^ WHL [65k] also features post-Reichenbach Sherlock and Irene. Dark, with soul-crushing angst, and a spiralling-into-drugs-and-demons Sherlock. Don’t worry though it gets bittersweet and everything will be okay and aww these two are adorable. TWtHG [71k] is post-Resurrection, canon-divergent since it was written before Series 3 aired but still marvellous.

2. A few more multi-chapter must-reads (Sorry I realise how ridiculously long this post is getting, after merely five recs, and shall turn down/off the commentary hereinafter, but should reiterate that these are all absolutely wonderful)

- The Price of Retrouvailles [76k] by akajustmerry ( @akajustmerry​ who also has another beautiful work-in-progress, In the Absence of Skulls)

- The Games We Play [13k] by Maple_Fay

- This is Not a Safe House [14k] by SaraDobieBauer ( @saradobiebauer​)

- Staying Alive [6k] by  g_girl143 ( @adlocksentiments​)

Ships in Glass Bottles [49k] and A White Flag on Baker Street [13k] by Scatterboom (also, would recommend subscribing to her work-in-progress The Shape of the Universe and allowing it to brighten up your Tuesdays : ] )

The Curious Case of the Boy In the Raincoat [44k] by rude_not_ginger

- Dining with Frogs [61k] by CherryBlossomTide

3. My single-chapter favourites (Not an extensive list, my AO3 bookmarks contain more x)

Exceptions by Del (Everything @goddessdel​ writes basically ♡)

The Uneventful Afternoon by Del (goddessdel) >>> John’s perspective; fluff in the uniquely adlock way, always such a delight to reread!

Life among the dead by Del (goddessdel) >>> His Last Vow missing scene

A Most Murderous Case by Del (goddessdel) >>> Our OTP & Scotland Yard

- Ave Verum by Francesca_Wayland >>> John’s discovers Sherlock’s secret

Midnight by rude_not_ginger >>> It’s like poetry

A Very Different Level by SorrowsFlower ( @sorrowsflower who is another very, very talented yacht member) >>> A collection of lovely gems

broken hearts, like broken bones by Tyleet ( @wildehacked)

- the way we live now by themuslimbarbie

- Twenty Degrees of Inseparation by nom_omnis_moriar

4. Seriously I cannot begin to describe how much I admire some of these authors. Our yacht is so fortunate to have them. (I’ve mentioned some of their works above but do check out the links to their AO3 page or tumblr for more adlock-y awesomeness!)

Have a good day/night to you too, anon, and to anyone else reading this x


Zuko and Loss

I mentioned in my previous post that Aang, Zuko, and Katara all experience loss through the course of the series. I also mentioned how each of these characters experience different forms of loss, and how this loss is both felt and dealt with differently depending on who we’re focusing on. Aang, for example dealt with the loss of his people, Appa, and potentially Katara. Likewise, Katara experienced the loss of her mother as well as Aang (until she resurrected him with spirit water), with her own loss arc ultimately ending with her saving Zuko’s life (thus, Katara’s loss arc intertwines with her protection arc, but, I’ll talk more about that later).

So, where does Zuko fit into this?

Keep reading

So, now that Yuuri and Victor are about to travel to my home country - Spain - to compete in the Grand Prix Final, I think it’s time that I talk to you guys about one of the most interesting skaters this show has led me to discover (as recommended to me by the wonderful @danuuss​): Spanish skater Javier Fernández.

Honestly, I don’t know how I haven’t seen a single post about him yet. He’s the current male ice skating world champion, won silver at the last Grand Prix Final, and has placed first at both the Rostelecom Cup and the Trophée de France this year, barely three weeks ago. Plus, he trained alongside Yuzuru Hanyu in Toronto and they are very close friends. Case and point:

(Don’t misinterpret this though, Javier’s in a relationship with skater Miki Ando :P)

But enough about Yuzuru, I’ll just let Javier speak for himself. The following is his free program from last year’s World Championship (which he won). Out of all the videos in this post, I think this one is honestly my favourite - I could watch it forever, the music is fantastic and his performance is near perfect.

Okay, so you watch this and you think “Pretty suave”, right? Well, here’s the thing: Javier Fernandez is literally the most Spanish athlete I have ever seen. And by that I mean that he always finds the time to make a joke. Without further ado, his performance for the 2014 Sochi Olympics Closing Ceremony.

Literally the most Spanish thing ever s2g. 

For those you who are interested, I’ll also include his programs from this year. I like his free program best to be honest, but the way he gets super into his short program is just amazing to watch.

Short program (I really like the commentary in this one):

Free program:

I’ll leave it there because I really don’t want this to turn into a super long post, but I hope you enjoyed getting to know one of the top skaters in the world! I get the feeling that in this fandom we tend to be really focused on just a handful of skaters, and I think we should definitely broaden our horizons a little more and get to know other skaters as well, especially those from our own countries!