the wake brothers

This girl has had a strange power from birth, it’s not helpful in anyway, more of a burden in her mind. Everyday her eye color changes to the first thing she sees after waking up, trying hard to keep her eyes a normal color everyday, she set up her entire room to be brown. One day she wakes up to her brother and he has a wildly unnatural hair color. Tell me how her day goes.

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Bee & Puppycat AU! I havnt decided whose gonna be puppycat but im thinking the blue lion?

so lance likes to make things with keith, whether it be cooking or making actually working small airplanes to play with, but soon shiros like “hey keith when are you gonna go to the garrison?” and hes like “um i kinda wanna stay here with lance. the garrison is so far away…” and lance finds the blue lion and starts doing small jobs throughout the universe to get money cause he poor. he likes to watch cooking with hunk (pretty patrick) and lives on pidges property (idk how she owns it tho) and pidge is trying to wake her brother and father who have been alseep for a while (from the new episode if u dont get it) ill probs add more stories and comics later but yeah this is what ive got so far!

I’ll be tagging all my Bee and Puppycat Voltron AU stuff as #bapvoltronau

Insomnia Is Hereditary

Harry goes to sooth a distraught Lily during a late night thunderstorm. As independent as a two year old can be, sometimes she just needs her dad.

Harry: *whispered* Lumos

Harry: Shh… There you are, love. Daddy’s here.

There. Babbity Rabbity is right here. You’re okay, darling.

 Shhh…. don’t cry.

Draco: Harry? Love? Is she alright?

Harry: Yeah, we’re okay in here, aren’t we LL?

Draco: Oh, there love. Your Da has got you. No need to fuss. 

*to Harry* I’ll get the mobile. 

Harry: She loves that thing. Probably more than she loves me. 

Draco: Oh stop your fishing, Harry. You know she loves you. 

*To Lily* Lack of sleep is making your Da a bit gone in the head. Now settle in, dear one.

Albus: *from the doorway* Dad?

Harry: I’m here, Albus. Lower your voice, you’ll wake your brothers.

Scorpius: *from down the hall* Papa?

Both: *Deep sigh*

Draco: Why don’t you go set up the living room, and I’ll get the tea for us? The kids just need a little bit of reassurance, and they’ll settle down.

Harry: What about James? He’ll be up soon. Make sure you make him a cuppa.

Draco: Harry, he’s a teenager. He can sleep through anything.

James: *from down the hall* DAD?!

Draco: Oh shut it and get them ready.

Harry: So… anyone up for a game of exploding snap?

Kids: *collective screaming*

Draco: *fondly*…What part of settle did you not understand?

Somewhere

Somewhere someone is having the worst day of their life.
Their child stopped breathing.
Their spouse is not waking up.
Their brother was in an accident.
Somewhere someone is crying out for help.
An abused wife.
A neglected child.
A drug addict.
Somewhere someone is counting the seconds until help arrives.
A single mom who’s house has been broken into.
A daughter watching her dad hold a gun to his head.
An aunt not knowing what drugs her niece is on.
Somewhere someone is in shock.
The 30 year old that just became a widow.
The once happy parents of a 6 month old.
The sister who found her sibling after losing to cancer too soon.

Somewhere. Someone.
Is throwing on boots, and running to the squad.
Hitting the emergency lights while pulling out of the bay.
Hoping a car will stop so they can pass the red light.

Somewhere. Someone.
Will see the blood left on the wall from that dad.
Will hold that baby knowing he’ll never breath again.
Will listen to the screams of family members in heart break.

Somewhere. Someone.
Woke up at 2am to save that drug addict for the 8th time this year.
Skipped dinner to go help a man with a stubbed toe.
Missed holidays, birthdays, soccer games to answer the call of duty.

Somewhere. Someone.
Worked 25 years just to get ptsd and lose their job.
Finally passed all their schooling and tests just to have a career ending injury day 1.
Mixed paths with someone in such a hurry they didn’t stop for the flashing lights.

Somewhere. Someone.
Left at 7am for their 24 hour shift.
Made it till 3pm without lunch.
Was hit head on at 7pm by a car not paying attention.

Someone. Somewhere.
Answered a call for a suicidal male.
5 minutes later was looking eye to eye with the man that would kill her.
A mayday. Shots fired. Is being echoed on radios.

Someone. Somewhere.
Makes 16 cents more then minimum wage.
Works 100 hour weeks to pay the bills.
Gives their life to others, to be paid less then fast food workers.

Someone. Somewhere.
Will see their partner more then their spouse.
Will skip more meals then they can sit down for.
Will wake up more times then they get to lay down.

Someone.
Somewhere.
Won’t.
Go.
Home.

i’m already crying but you know what makes me cry more? the fact that jace and alec have only just reunited and yet they’ve been torn apart again. imagine them feeling their parabatai bond grow stronger whilst hugging each other, them breathing a sigh of relief and crying because they’re finally back, they finally know one another is safe and okay. yet that feeling being ripped away from them. alec waking up in his brother’s arms after days of worrying about him only to watch on, confused and disorientated, while his brother gets arrested by the clave. that feeling of losing him all over again and not being able to stop it. jace finally getting to see his brother, his family, after days of torture and wanting nothing more than to return home and be by his siblings’ side, only to be arrested and having to look alec in the eye and tell him ‘it’s okay’ even though his whole world is being taken away from him again.

Little 14 year old sammy crawling beneath dean’s covers, waking his big brother up with kitten licks at his dick until Dean is rock hard and leaking, his fingers clutching sammy’s hair, biting into the sheets, pillows or his own damn hand because John is on the motel room’s couch just feet away and sammy’s throat is wet and hot and so tight when he swallows his big brother down and Dean doesn’t know if he can stay quiet

The moon on the one hand,
The dawn on the other:
The moon is my sister,
The dawn is my brother.
The moon on my left
And the dawn on my right.
My brother, good morning:
My sister, good night.
—  The Early Morning, Hilaire Belloc (1870 - 1953)
Fic: Thieves’ Tools [Vex, Vax | 7700 words]

(no spoilers; set pre-series)

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Two weeks after they found the ruins of their hometown, when the mire of misery had finally been pushed back by all the practical concerns that came with no reliable source of income, Vex sat down across from her brother, slammed a flawless turquoise gemstone onto the table, and said, “I’d like to hire us for a bit of thievery.”

Thieves’ Tools

Vax stared at her; the artful hollows of his cheeks and bruised darkness beneath his eyes did little to mask his baffled expression. “You’d like to what?”

Vex tapped one quick-bitten nail against the top of the gem, then thought better of it when someone from the next table glanced over. Perfect prop though it was, she let the hunk of turquoise disappear into its usual home in the pouch at her side. “I’d like to hire us to steal something. Wake up, brother. I’ve got us a job.”

In response, Vax made a sound somewhere along the lines of a constipated night-owl and took a long swig of ale from his mug. Vex watched him, waiting patiently, then kicked him under the table when he took a bit too long. He sputtered, swiping at his face with one threadbare sleeve. “Ow. Don’t make me spill, it’s not like we can afford another.”

Unless she was very much mistaken, that was a glint of real annoyance in his voice. Good. “A job, Vax.”

“I heard you the first time. But you giving yourself money isn’t generally how this works.”

“The gem, Vax. I’ll sell the gem.”

It took him a moment. She watched his mind’s clockwork, rusted from a fortnight of inactivity, slowly grind back into motion. His brow furrowed, and she knew she’d finally got his attention when his fingers started tapping nervously against the table’s edge. “You’ve had that gem for ages. You wouldn’t even sell it when Trinket started eating us out of house and home, before he learned to forage for himself.”

Vex was positively itching to pull the turquoise back out of her pouch, but there was no sense drawing unwanted attention. “I said I was saving it up for something important. This is it. I’d like to hire us.”

Scratching at his shoulder, Vax stared up at the ceiling for a moment before looking back to her. His fingers took up their tapping again. “To do what, exactly?”

“To steal.”

He sighed. “To steal what, exactly?”

“Well, that’s part of it.” She leaned across the table, lowered her voice theatrically; in spite of himself, he leaned closer to hear. “I’m paying for secrecy. I can tell you where, and I can tell you when, and I think I can even tell you what to expect in terms of security, though of course I bow to your expertise when it comes to drawing secrets from the seedy underbelly of society.”

His lips twitched. “The seedy underbelly of society?”

“Why not? You’re certainly looking seedy, anyway. When’s the last time you bathed?”

“I’m not the one who spends all her time living with a bear in the woods.” He shifted back in his seat, somehow dodging her next under-table kick. “Listen, Vex'ahlia, I appreciate the thought, but you don’t have to invent an adventure to get me out of wallowing.”

“Ooh. Look who thinks so highly of himself. Believe it or not, brother, this has nothing to do with you. If you won’t take the job, I’ll find someone who will.” And damn it, how much longer would her voice take on that telltale quaver every time she raised it?

Vax curled back a little, rubbing his brow. “You’re serious. Is it dangerous?”

She jutted out her chin, waited until he was looking her in the eyes. “Probably.”

“And you’re going to do it with or without me?”

“Definitely.”

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the fandom seems to be of the consensus that dathomirian zabrak are essentially just big cats.

with this in mind, i feel like there are some important things we need to consider:

  • is their prey drive high enough that they’ll chase laser pointer dots?
  • do they have an ‘if i fits, i sits’ attitude towards boxes, baskets, etc.?
  • are they at their most affectionate and cuddly in the morning after waking up?
  • do they express their love for those close to them by gifting them the mutilated carcasses of things they’ve hunted?
  • do they blep?
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(Click on the pics for more explanation~~)

It’s morning in Japan, and everyone is late.

Why are they all late? Why is everyone’s bag broken?
Well~~ let’s just say a certain annoying dog is guilty of stealing, vandalizing and kidnapping..

HAVE A HAPPY NEW YEAR~~~ and be careful not to let this dog steal your stuff or else you would be like the people above. 

-fluffymilktea

Great AU.

The Curtis’ were 1700s traders. The only problem is Mr. and Mrs. Curtis die in a battle against some pirates. The brothers wake up alone (except for Steve who was essentially an adopted son the family picked up in Whales.) and everybody on the boat was murdered except for these four teenage boys who are totally lost.

They can’t seem to figure out how to get back to America and eventually they resort to robbing other ships. They pick up Johnny in Spain, Dally in Germany and Two-Bit in Ireland. They become the youngest pirates on the sea. They fly under the radar since they never kill anyone and mostly plunder small ships.

Until Bob Sheldon, a new British navy captain gets wind of them and tracks then down. He tries to kill Ponyboy but Johnny stabs him. They have no choice but to plunder his ship and Dally gets the bright idea to take his young wife, Cherry, captive for ransom.