these always seem much better in my head

I came up with a “humans as aliens” scenario on the bus and now I’m writing a story snippet.

Karikki was sitting in the ship’s mess when the most recent addition to the crew stumbled into the room and collapsed into a chair with a relieved groan, dropping her head onto the table.

“Rough shift?” ie said, making a sympathetic noise as ie broke off another piece of ir food pack.

Melanie Dupré, recently hired on as a ship’s mechanic and as of one month ago the only human crewmember of the Xanaki Star, mumbled something into the table before lifting her head so that her translator could actually be of use.

“I could swear the ventilation ducts actually hate me personally,” she said. “I’ve been running around all day.” A look of horror crossed her features then, and she groaned again, dragging her hand across her eyes. “And I left my food packs in my room. Goddamn it.”

Karikki churred soothingly. “Don’t worry about it, you can have one of ours,” ie said, getting to ir feet and digging one of the vacuum-sealed silver packs out of the pantry.

Melanie made a noise that Karikki had learned to interpret as grateful and peeled the pack open, looking down at it dubiously. “You’re sure this is okay?”

“We’re nutritionally compatible!” Karikki said. “The captain checked, before we hired you on. Just in case you ran out of your own supplies. It should be fine.”

“Okay. Thanks,” she said, breaking off a square of the compressed nutrition block and popping it into her mouth.

A look crossed her face then that it took Karikki a moment to identify: disgust, ie realized. That was disgust–which was made all the clearer when Melanie gagged and grabbed a napkin, spitting the square out into her hand. “Oh my god,” she said.

Karikki could feel ir antennae fluttering anxiously. “What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is that a bad texture for humans?”

Melanie wiped her mouth, scrubbing at her tongue with the side of her hand. She shook her head. “No, the texture’s fine, it’s just like one of our protein blocks. It’s the [——], I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you, but it’s awful! How can you eat that?”

Karikki flicked ir ear. “Sorry, say that again? I think your translator cut out in the middle. It’s the what?”

“The [——]. It [——] awful. I’m so sorry.”

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You Are Home

Summary: Damon had found his home but there was never a happy ending. What he once lost can never be replaced or so he thought.

Pairings: Damon x Reader

Warnings: smut, angst

Word Count: 3985

It felt weird to write something this long but I hope you guys like this story as much as I loved writing it. Thank you for your continual support and patience, guys!

(gifs not mine, credits to owners)

Parties left and right, music played all damn night. There wasn’t a dull day when you moved to the city. You were a pretty little thing who socialized with a lot of people, knew the commoners, and met the newcomers. 1920’s was the glitz, glamour, and jazz. In your personal taste, you loved the 20’s as much as you loved being the King’s little princess, you being you, didn’t really like non-extravagant lifestyle.

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anaspiringfuriosa  asked:

Love your enhanced videos. I knew the show was dark but not that dark. Thanks for trying to bring back that loving feeling. For Outlander, not you. I will always love youuuu.

Awwww, yay! Thank you for the sweet message boo <3 I got a couple mean ones yesterday and bounced, because um, it was for no reason, as I wasn’t being at all problematic (for once). But I’m bouncing back, because you can’t keep this Husky Midwesterner down. No ma’am. Snarking on Starz and giving Maril shit are kind of my things. I willna give them up! Did everyone just want to fight yesterday? Seems verra much like it…

Anyways, enough of that…

I will always love youuuuuu, too, and in honor of that, here are Jamie and Claire’s I Love You’s, brightened :)

I brightened it so we could see the wallpaper better. Hahaha, jk, FOR THE FEELS.

This show is indeed verra dark. I mean, LOOKIT—it’s like night and day:

I hope it’s helped bring back that loving feeling! ;-D

#261: You Hate Each Other | High School AU


I know it might be weird considering the boys are college ages now and high school AU’s are pretty much dying but i still adore them very much and I’ve always wanted to write something alone the lines of this. Rivals were something I also had in high school and let’s be honest nothing is better than haters turning into lovers.

Read When We Collide here //  Find my Masterlist here   


”When you think nothing can be worse than history classes.” You mumbled under your breath and tried to breathe, your heart racing and in fast pace and your head spinning. You could feel your legs were to the point of turning into jelly but you seemed like the only person to have such struggles. Everyone around you didn’t seem to struggle the least bit, they were all running together two and two trying to get to the finish line as the first. It was an usual P.E class, aka morning hell and why not start it out the worst way by running? You hated it more than life, getting sweaty and having to use your body in ways it was never used to. “Look at you sunshine.” You rolled your eyes and tried to run faster when Luke suddenly showed up from your behind, the expression on his face showing nothing else but surplus. “Go away Luke.” You breathed and tried to move between a few others to get away from him but with his long legs and pretty good fitness he was quick to run beside you again. “Why? it’s not a well morning if I haven’t annoyed out your ass.” He commented with a smirk, “You know, some needs coffee other needs a cigarette. I have my own ways.” “Well your ways suck.” You spat, you were pretty amazed how you hadn’t stopped running yet you almost couldn’t breath. He looked at you with a challenged look and with one push you were out of the running lane and heading towards the trees that formed a small forest. You were out of breath and felt his hands on your shoulders keeping on pushing, you were almost ready to collide and fall onto the fresh leaves. “What are you doing?” You questioned confused, looking up at him with wide eyes as he pressed you against one of the trees. “Having my own way.” He announced, he was out of breath himself and looked down at you with furrowed eyebrows. “Your own ways?” You mumbled off and curious, not really knowing what to say and his hands were still on you. “Yes.” He breathed and leaned down to give you a breathless kiss. It was quick yet so passionate you were left even more confused when he pulled back and decided to run back to the field with the rest.


“And Y/N you will partner up with… Calum.” Your head shut up so fast it was ready to fall from your body, your eyes were wide and your jaw was to the point of touching the table beneath you. The expression on your teacher’s face was bored, and it didn’t help when you smacked your hand against the table in anger. “I’m not gonna work with him!” You spat and watched as Calum placed his books on top of each other to change his seat and planted his ass on the chair next to yours. “It was a random choice Y/N.” The teacher reminded but you didn’t care. “I protest!” “You’re a high school student, Y/N. Not a debater. Now would you show Mr. Hood a bit of respect and start your protect. I’ve got other groups to assign.” You rolled your eyes and fell in your chair by her words, like you would actually listen to her. Calum was nothing else but a spoiled jock, you didn’t want to waste a minute on him! “You heard her.” He hummed from your side and pressed his pencil into the skin of his chin. You looked over at him and gave him a bored look, wanting to make him shut up already by forcing your book in his face. “For once show something respect.“ "And what? Be nice to you? I’d rather dissect a frog.” You didn’t want to look at him and glanced back at the books in front of you. You were never fond of reading but now it was the only thing that seemed to get your attention. “Y/N.” He hummed, poking you with his pencil. “Calum I’m reading and so should you. We’re two in this project there’s no way I’m letting you get away with me doing all the job.” You could hear a small cough come from him in respond but you didn’t want to look up at him. A challenged expression came to his face by your lack of interest and he decided to poke you again. Once, twice, and by the third time you couldn’t take it anymore so you grabbed it fast and broke it into two. “Read.” You spoke in monotone, looking at him with daring eyes before they adverted back to the pages. A small smile came to his face by your reaction and he looked down at the book as well in achievement.


“But that doesn’t make any sense! We’re in a country of free speech and that means everyone is allowed to express their opinions without being told you’re an idiot!” You were so angry you were almost knocking down the chair behind you after standing up, just to show how you were feeling about this. “Well when we’re in situations like these where you’re completely off the actual topic then yes, Y/N, you’re an idiot.” Michael replied with the exact same tone as you and stood up from his chair as well. “Maybe if you woke up one day and saw it from another perspective than your own you would actually understand what is going on.” Your eyes widened and you opened your mouth ready to reply but that was when your teacher slammed her hands on her desk. “Y/N, Michael, that’s enough. High social classes are for debates yes but this is getting out of hand. I’m gonna ask you both to leave the class room immediately.” You looked over at her surprised but there was no way you could argue with her without getting attention. It was with a huge death glare towards Michael your threw your bag over your shoulder and leaded out of the classroom with him in your heels. “This is all your fault!” “My fault?” He spat and crossed his arms. “You were the one starting the argument in the first place.” You tossed your bag to the floor and smacked the door shut to the classroom. The argument would only get worse from now that you were out and free to say anything you wanted without weird glares. “I didn’t start anything you’re just always the opposite of me! I can’t express anything without having you right in my heels to comment on something and literally lick Mrs. Claire’s ass!” He furrowed his eyebrows by your words and crossed his arms again, the sun streaming in his face through the windows. “I’m not licking her ass I’m just trying to point out something because you always have a comment in something. Maybe you should let others talk?” “No because when you do it’s only crap coming out.” You almost wanted to yell, looking up at him with an angry expression but he didn’t say anything. He was looking down at you with such an intense stare you felt your heart skip a beat, something you hadn’t felt before with him.


“What are you two yelling about this time?” Calum almost groaned and moved past to stand between you. He could tell from the distance that something was up and since your voices had been echoing throughout the whole gymnastic hall. “He’s being unreasonable!” You almost wanted to step your feet on the ground in pure frustration after explanation to Calum what was going on. “I’m not being unreasonable you’re just being unrealistic.” Ashton argued and folded the sleeves of his football jersey, looking over at his best friend for help. “Y/N thinks that it will be best if we give some of the football field to the cheerleaders.” “Yes, because it’s a part of our job to cheer and lead when you’re playing a game! How come it be so weird!” You yelled back, this wasn’t the first time you were arguing. It happened every single time there was practice for the cheerleaders and the football team, you could never get along. Ashton was too stuck up in his own football to realize and the fact that he was captain didn’t make it any better. He thought he was the owner of everything but you were there to prove him wrong. “But if you’re asses are filling the whole thing we’re not able to play football properly. Important games are coming up and we need to focus on more important things that showing your knickers under your skirts.“ Your mouth opened wide by his words and you almost wanted to smack your hands against his chest in anger. Calum was standing behind you with the same boring look as always, why did he even bother to break in? It was always the same between you and Ashton. "You’re just a freaking ass Ashton. Maybe that should have been your name.” You pushed past him to get through and go back to the rest of your friends, you didn’t care you wanted to fill the whole football field if it was possible just to annoy the crap out of him. “I fucking hate her.” Ashton mumbled below his breath and cracked his knuckles in reaction. Calum looked over his shoulder and leaned down to tie the knot that had loosened on his football shoes. “You love her knickers though.” He announced in a low tone but it was enough for Ashton to hear, his eyes wide and following you head back towards the girls.

Someone on Reddit was asking about keyblades:

The way I always saw it…


The Kingdom Key and Kingdom Key D are two unique blades the way that the x-blade was. They aren’t a representation of one’s heart, but constants that need to exist. This is probably because the x-blade was shattered or something. When the worlds became a realm of darkness and a realm of light, the KK was the light’s half of the x-blade and the KKD was the darkness’s half. They probably weren’t made from the x-blade themselves, but came to exist because of the state of the universe, much the way the x-blade did.

Anyway, KK and KKD are special. They reside in their respective realms to protect it. They have their own “consciousness” as it is, where they can choose their wielders. In my head, I always thought that they wouldn’t choose a wielder unless their realm was in peril. So when all the worlds start vanishing in KH1, the KK is like “woah hey what? damnit I better find myself a wielder”. It found Riku - one of few already anointed with using a keyblade - and I was like “sure this kid seems legit”. Then Riku went all darkness and the key was like “damnit, and I came all the way out here”. But he sees Sora, who has the heart of a keyblade wielder (Ven) and is like “actually this kid might work instead”. Then in Hallow Bastion it sees Riku again and is like “you’re that kid!” and goes with him. Then KK is like “actually you’re a dick and I like the other kid more” and goes back to Sora. And that’s the story of the KK.

So then there’s the KKD, chillin’ in darkness like “yeah man lovin’ this darkness gonna stay here forever” and then a mouse comes and picks it up. And the KKD is like “well, I mean, it’s been a while since like. I’ve done anything. Might as well.” and sticks with Mickey. But if it ever wanted to leave it probably could. Though I think the KKD and KK are both in this for the same reason: they want balance. Neither wants to see Light or Darkness consume everything. That’s why KKD stays with Mickey.

So, now let’s delve into keyblades as a whole. They were said to be “forged in reverence of the x-blade”, which is sort of weird since the x-blade looks dumb as hell and the keyblades look pretty rad most of the time. Maybe it’s like how an artist sees someone’s work and thinks “ha, I could do that, but better”. Anyway. “Forged” here is a pretty loose term, since hearts forge keyblades, but also like… you could just forge them out of metal, right? For the sake of simplicity and in the continuity of the franchise, let’s just define “forged” as “created with one’s heart”. This materializes a keyblade for the use of its owner. BUT it seems like whenever the owner dies, the keyblade can continue to exist. Since you know. The graveyard. This basically defies everything I know about creating and destroying matter but whatever.

So anyway. Wielders make keyblades with strong hearts. Are they blessed or something? IMO, it seems sort of like “forging a keyblade” was pretty damn easy before the world fell apart (KHUX). Maybe this is like a defense mechanism? Kingdom Hearts is like “well shit, I see what you guys do when keyblades are dime a dozen - you start wars! So you know what. New universe, new rules. No keyblades for anybody. Except these two new ones, KKL and KKD. No more wars. Stop it.” To which the very few keyblade wielders who survived the sundering were like “right, but how about we make a ceremony that lets us pass on the keyblade powers to new people, since like, we totally learned our lesson and won’t start another war”. So then the Ceremony came to be (which is just touching a keyblade apparently?? I think here’s more to it, but I’ll get to that in a minute).

So here we are in the new universe and we’ve got a few keys. The x-blade is broke, but that doesn’t matter until it becomes an essential and awkwardly convenient plot point. The KK and KKD are newly born. And I guess No Name (Xehanort’s blade in BBS and Master of Masters’ blade in Back Cover) survived, because why not. And then there’s the Dandelions. And that’s it. All the other keyblades are inert, since their wielders are dead. So someone passes the power of the keyblades onto Eraqus, Xehanort, and Yen Sid. Hopefully this gets revealed in KH3 since we got that awesome chess scene with chubby baby Eraqus. Yen Sid trains Mickey, then retires. Xehanort trains Ven, then fucks up literally everything. Eraqus trains Terra and Aqua, then dies. So we’ve gone from three to four wielders in one generation, since Eraqus thinks he’s special. I don’t know what “retiring” means in terms of using a keyblade, but it’s pretty safe to assume Yen Sid isn’t going to do anything but talk for the whole franchise. Xehanort takes over Terra. So we’re sitting at four wielders and six keyblades (since Terra/Xehanort each have one, and Aqua has Eraqus’s).

This brings about a whole other argument. Though the wielders die (Eraqus & in theory, No Name) the keyblades retain their power. Which is sort of in conflict with the keyblade graveyard. I think this has a lot to do with intent. Eraqus had always intended his keyblade to be passed down to Aqua in case he fell. MoM had always intended No Name to move forward through time. Each served their master’s purpose even after the master’s demise, so… in a way, they still had the heart of their master. I think this also explains why Aqua can’t summon her own keyblade anymore after the end of BBS. Her intent for her keyblade was to watch over Terra. It’s still doing that, in the Chamber of Repose. Then again, maybe keyblades can’t be summoned into the Realm of Darkness if they preside in the Realm of Light? Who knows.

Keeping the theme of intent, I think it has a lot to do with the Keyblade Ceremony. In every instance of the ceremony, the master intends to give the power away (Terra to Riku, for instance). So I think there’s more to it than just “touching the blade”. The only circumstance that defies this rule is Aqua to Kairi, but Kairi is a Princess of Heart so she can do whatever the hell she wants. So by the end of BBS, we’re sitting at six (potential) keyblade wielders and eight keyblades. Cue KK and KKD, makes ten. Actually, if we want to get technical, Xehanort might have been able to summon his own keyblade before being given No Name. So maybe eleven? At this point, the original Kingdom Hearts must be pretty pissed off.

So then there’s Sora. Who never had his own keyblade. Which I think is pretty cool. KK is Sora’s bro after KH1, so he never really needs one. And he was never given the ceremony officially. Though it could be argued that by housing Ven’s heart, it gave Sora the ability to have his own keyblade, but just the same it could be argued that once Ven’s heart is gone Sora might not be able to hold a keyblade at all. (I doubt that’ll be the case, but it’s funny to think about.) What are we at? Seven wielders, ten (possibly 11) blades?

Sora goes all sleepy time, so Roxas steals his Kingdom Key. KK is probably like “this is Sora! Feels like Sora. Probably Sora. I wish I had a glowing blue eye so I could be sure, but hey, whatever”. Xion “copies” Roxas’s key, explaining the two KKs at the same time. This is probably Ven’s keyblade since she’s siphoning parts of Sora out of Roxas, and the KK appearance is an illusion created from copying Roxas.

Xion dies. Roxas gets her keyblade (which was Ven’s). Dual wielding ass kicking ensues. Then when Sora wakes up, he can dual wield because Roxas - who is a part of him - unlocked that power for him. I think this is a really cool plot point actually, because it means when Ven gets his heart back, Sora will need to learn to manifest a keyblade of his own (not the KK) in order to dual wield again!! :D I’m all about Sora learning how to forge his own keyblade.

Let’s see. Lea gets a keyblade from Yen Sid’s ceremony. Bringing our total wielder count to eight: Destiny trio, Wayfinder trio, Mickey, Lea. Eleven keyblades: listed above (including KK for Sora), KKD (which means Mickey can probably dual wield), Master Defender (hopefully dual wielding Aqua in the future?!), and No Name (Terranort can officially dual wield..?).

Then keychains. Don’t worry, I’m almost done. “Keychains” modify the appearance of an existing keyblade. I actually don’t think keychains are actual keychains in most cases. It’s just that certain memories and experiences can color your heart, changing the appearance of your keyblade. The exception to this could possibly be Oathkeeper, since Kairi actually gives Sora a charm. But I don’t think he clips that thing on the end of his keyblade - I think just the memories of her and stuff bring about the transformation. Or maybe they are real keychains, but they are made when the heart remembers those memories? Because honestly, obtaining actual magical keychains seems absurd to me. This really isn’t elaborated on in any way.

Importantly, however! there are no keychains on the keyblades in the Graveyard. So maybe keychains are tied to a wielder’s heart, and when the wielder dies, the keyblade can be left behind but not the keychain itself. Again, there are exceptions with Master Defender (Eraqus) and No Name, since there is still intent in these blades. It’s interesting to think about. Also the Keyblade of Heart (forged from the seven princesses) doesn’t have a keychain. Maybe because it has no wielder? It’s a combination of seven hearts, rather than one? I don’t know.

ANYWAY. This was a lot longer than I wanted it to be, but I think about keyblades a lot. If anyone has anything to add or correct me on, PLEASE tell me because I LOVE TALKING ABOUT THIS STUFF!!! :D

<3 KCM

rebelcaptain || high school AU – “a little or a lot of chemistry”

requested by anon for 1k celebration

Cassian Andor is quiet. He’s cool. He’s low key. And he sticks to the rules. He hangs out with friends from his clique, dates girls who run in his social circle, and does well in school. He’s well liked and life, on the whole, is pretty good. That is, until he runs into grade trouble in Mr. Draven’s chemistry class. 

With college applications due soon, he doesn’t want to risk getting a bad grade on his transcripts, so he goes to the tutoring center and gets paired with moody and broody Jyn Erso. She’s brilliant, he knows, how could she not? Her father is Galen Erso, the famed astrophysicist and her mother, Lyra Erso, a professor of geology at Yavin University, Cassian’s dream school. 

He’s noticed her before, noticed her a lot, even though she has no idea–but she’s always been too much of a loner to fit into the world he’s constructed for himself, and besides, she seems to have no interest in him or the social machinations of her fellow teenagers.

“I hope you can help me improve my grades in chem,” he tells her when they first sit down together.

“Hope?” she echoes. “You think hope will get you an A?”

“There are worse things than hope,” he says, put off for a moment.

“And there are better things to do that will get you results,” she says wryly, “like putting in the work!” But when she turns her head down to look at the textbook, there’s a secret smile tugging at her lips, and he suddenly is filled with a desire to see her do that again.

He finds out that she has a sweet tooth–well, a bittersweet tooth–and begins to bring her bags of chocolate chips during their tutoring sessions, which she accepts wordlessly, popping a morsel into her mouth each time she’s deep in thought. The tutoring sessions begin to stretch long after the janitors have emptied the waste baskets and polished the linoleum floors. When their knees touch under the table or their hands brush while she passes him a stack of notes about coefficients, they don’t mention it; they don’t pull away.

“Exactly how bad are your chemistry grades?” his friends Kay and Melshi ask him one weekend when they’re hanging out and playing soccer.

“What?” he asks, confused.

“This is the first time you’ve hung out with us in weeks, man,” Melshi says.

“You’re excuse is always that you’re studying.”

Cassian nails a ball into the net from 20 yards and thinks immediately of calling Jyn when he gets home.

After a quarter of tutoring, Cassian gets a 99 on his chemistry test, and as a reward, Jyn tells him she’s going to take him to the fall festival. 

He swallows hard and agrees, wanting to ask her if this is a date but words fail him.

But when they find themselves alone on top of the Ferris wheel, he thinks, who needs words when you have chemistry? and kisses her like he’s waited his whole life for this moment.

Today and Forever

Ok I’m finally getting around to writing this! Thanks to @a-broke-in-heart for the prompt, I’m actually a really big fan (phan) (i’m sorry) of this one and I can’t wait to get started!

Word Count: 1310

~October 15, 2022~

Dan’s POV

The wedding is in a week. I’m freaking out. A lot. It’s not that I don’t want to get married. Although marriage is really just a social construct, I love Phil, and Phil wants to do it. I don’t need a document or ceremony to say I love Phil, but he thinks we do, and that means we do. 

However, if we must have a ceremony, I might as well make it as fun as I can. I proposed to Phil on his birthday in January, and ever since then I’ve been trying to piece together the perfect vows. It’s like a puzzle. There are so many pieces, and so many of them feel like they fit. But only one piece fits in a specific place. I love so many things about Phil, but I can only put them together perfectly in one way. The most important part, however, is that Phil doesn’t know.

Phil really wants this wedding to be perfect, and I’m going to make my contribution: an amazing surprise with the vows I’ve been working on for months. I’ve finally gotten them perfect and I can’t wait to read them to Phil. With the wedding only a few days away, I’m trying to memorize my vows in my room (yet another part of the perfect surprise) when I’m suddenly interrupted.

“Hey Dan, what are you up to?” 

I jump at Phil’s abrupt appearance, dropping the index cards with my vows written on them all over the floor. I scramble to pick them up before Phil sees any of the writing, and set them on my bedside table. “Fuck, Phil. You scared me.”

“Working on your vows?”

“What? No. I’m preparing my next danisnotonfire video. I’m just gonna wing it with the vows.”

“Wing it? How can you wing it on something this important!?”

“It’ll be fine. It’ll be better than fine.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

Phil sighs. “Fine, but if you mess up the wedding, we’re getting a divorce.” Phil softly hit me on the arm before walking out. I let out a deep breath. That was close. 

~October 18th, 2022~

Tomorrow. The wedding is tomorrow. I’m freaking out even more now. I’ve completely memorized my vows, yet I still don’t feel ready. I read over them one last time in the mirror before going out to the living room. I promised Phil I’d watch a movie with him tonight after my live show. It gives me less time to prepare, but as I said, I’d do anything for Phil. 

I walk into the living room still trying to change my head from wedding preparation mode to domestic time with Phil mode. I find Phil pacing the room nervously. “Phil, what’s wrong?”

“Dan, we’re not ready. You haven’t rehearsed vows, I’m a nervous wreck, and the possibilities of things that can go wrong are endless! And nobody’s gonna come. Why did we have it on a Wednesday, Dan? What is wrong with us?”

“Phil, calm down. My vows will be great, you’re going to be fine, the rehearsal dinner yesterday went perfectly fine, and everyone RSVP’d. They’re going to show up.”

“I guess you’re right…” Phil looks like a sad puppy but then the fear returns to his eyes. “But what if someone gets sick? What if they lose the rings? What if-” 

I cut Phil off the best way I know how: kissing him. I softly press my lips to his, and he kisses back. After a few all too short seconds, I lean back. “Better?” 

“Much.” Phil smirk. “Is that the way you’re going to kiss me tomorrow?” 

I grin back at him. “Tomorrow and for the rest of our lives.”

We curl up on the couch, seeming to have forgotten about the movie we planned to watch. “Dan, you always seem to know how to make me feel better. I love you.” 

“I love you too.” I run my fingers through his jet-black hair until he falls asleep in my lap. I stand up, gently resting his head on a pillow. I smile down at the beautiful boy sleeping on the couch. “Tomorrow…” I whisper, planting a kiss on Phil’s forehead. He smiles at me in his sleep and I return to my room to rehearse my vows one last time. 

~October 19, 2022~

Phil’s POV

I’m so nervous. Dan’s going to come down the aisle any second. I haven’t seen him all morning, as it is tradition, and it’s making me really anxious. Being without Dan for even a few hours messes with my head. I look around the park. We decided to have our wedding in the park, just like Dil and Tabitha’s. Everything around me reminds me of Dil and Tabitha’s wedding. The only difference is me. 

Luckily, Dan was right about people showing up. An RSVP is pretty solid, I guess. Maybe having the wedding on a Wednesday wasn’t that bad of an idea after all. It is a pretty important date. I find it hard to believe. 13 whole years ago today, Dan and I first met in person. And now, we’re finally getting married. 

Suddenly, the music starts to play. Since neither of us is a bride, I did allow us to waver from tradition just this once. l smile as the pianist plays Interrupted by Fireworks and Dan emerges from behind a makeshift wall. He’s wearing nothing but black, as I’d expect from him, except for a single blue rose in his suit pocket. His hair is naturally curled, the way only I’ve seen it, and he has a smile wider than even I’ve ever seen. 

I find tears falling down my cheeks. The experience is just too overwhelming for me. The love of my life, looking beautiful as ever, is walking down the aisle to the tune of Interrupted by Fireworks to get married to me. It’s so powerful the tears are forced to fall. 

The boy stops in front of me and takes my hand, smiling. I stare hopelessly into his eyes. I love him more than I thought possible. All I notice is his eyes, as I almost mindlessly read my vows off the index cards I had hidden in my pocked. Then Dan begins to say his vows. The fear creeps back into my stomach. He’s winging it. I quickly remind myself that he said he’s got this, and I trust him. The fear rooted in my stomach lets up a bit. 

“Phil…” Dan looks into my eyes. I try to listen instead of becoming mesmerized by his eyes again. “It’s been 13 years. 13 years since I met you. 13 years since I hugged you. 13 years since I loved you, and I couldn’t love you any more. 13 years is a long time you know. There’s time for a teenager to fall hopelessly in love. There’s time for a young boy to feel alone in the world. There’s time for worldwide travels. There’s time for three houses, two cities, and two dogs. But there’s only time for one love, Phil. And that’s you. Thirteen years ago it was you, today it’s you, and it will be you forever. Today and forever.” 

Dan smiles at me and I repeat his phrase back at him, taking his hands in mine. “Today and forever.” 

We turn to the priest beside of us that neither of us have really bothered to notice until now. “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husbands. You may kiss the groom.”

Dan smirks at me as I lean in and press my lips to his. I can sense the love in this kiss. It’s not the same love as it used to be. It’s a new, undying love. I can tell this is only the beginning for us. Today and forever.

Down With The Flu

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Word Count: 3,460

Warnings: mentions of vomiting, the flu, things associated with the flu, sam being a total sweetheart, fluff

Prompt: When the reader comes down with the flu, Sam’s right by her side, nursing her back to health even if it means seeing some of the worst sides of the girl he’s been falling for. 

A/N: I finally decided to finish this fic and post it. I wrote this back on New Years when I got sick, so everything in this is what I experienced then. This is also slightly dedicated to @impala-dreamer as she is down with the flu right now. Get well soon Beka and enjoy some Sammy taking care of you. (:

This is is. This is how you were going to die: tossing and turning in bed with what felt like a balloon swelling in your stomach. You were going to die, alone, at three a.m and nobody would discover you until probably late afternoon. You’d be rotting for probably 12 hours before someone found you. You were sure of it.

Between the constant tossing and turning and general uncomfortableness you had managed to doze off for another couple of hours. “Surely,” you thought the second you woke up and everything felt okay, “I’m dead.” And then the upset stomach returned.

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@benjameson: Honestly I would have loved to body slam the hell out of her after this but marrying the hell out of her seems like a better idea all things considered. I love you more than I’ll ever be able to explain or show you, I love you all around the world then up to the moon and back, Tiger. Thank you for being exactly what I’ve always needed, for loving me exactly the way I am and for pulling my head out of my ass on more than on occasion, god knows how much I needed it. You’re my best friend, you always have been and I’m so excited to be able to call you my wife. Just one more sleep and you’re all mine forever, officially. 🐯😘👰💚👫💍 @lydrose — Smith Mansion

Okay so I made a HC for Anxiety’s room, and what it would look like. Now I just want to make one for the others too.

So far for anxiety is void in his room but has an entire ocean as the ceiling. All of the creatures in it represent his thoughts, emotions, and memories (both positive AND negative). The waves reflect his mod [for example: if he’s angry or upset the waves would be rough and choppy.]. There wouldn’t be much else in the room, and he’d be very good at hiding his door from the other three because he does not want to be read like an open book.

For Logic I was thinking a library? A large one. One that he stores all of the important information and fact in a way he can have a big enough space to organize them all. It would be a combination. With each new thing learned the library expands. There is a smaller section for himself separate of Thomas’ section. There would even be a small sections dedicated to each of the others and he never would admit it but that would be his favorite section to sit down and work or relax.

For Prince its very easy to say its a really big and fancy castle, or a large extravagant bed room, but I want to say it’s none of that. I want to think its a very small camp site. Surrounding it on all sides are tree’s in an almost perfect circle. In the dead center is a rather large fire. The fire, like the ocean waves for Anxiety, reflect his mood. It rises high when he’s confident and sure and nothing but amber’s when he’s feeling useless and a failure. He’d have a tent and other things needed of curse and when he wants to go adventuring a path out would form but by default its just that small area.

Morality I wanna say is the second largest room. It open up into a large field. The weather would be his mood indicator. If he’s calm and happy it would be sunny with a gentle breeze, if he was upset storm clouds would loom overhead, if he was sad it would rain, ect. There is also a house in the distance but its not too big. Just big enough for him and the two kids that are always seen with him and maybe a guess or two. He could change the size into something much bigger and much grander but the small house he likes better. Gives the kids more wide open space to explore and play.

I’ve honestly thought about this off the top of my head so if it doesn’t make sense and seems all over the place thats why. But ta-da those are my head cannon’s for each of the sides room’s. [Pulls a party popper string]

Birthdays and Broken Bones // A Phan One-Shot

Genre: fluff

Words: 3.0k

Relationship Status: together

Warnings: swearing, broken bones, hospitals

Summary: Dan hadn’t intended for this day to be particularly stress-filled. It was supposed to be easy, calming, and like a nice holiday that he definitely deserved. That’s what being in Manchester was supposed to do.That didn’t happen.

A/N: My friend recently broke her leg so I based this slightly off that experience. :)

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The Girl Who Asked Questions

or : “The Life Of Andromeda Tonks, Part One”

  • andromeda black wasn’t really a difficult child, all things considered
  • she never shouted
  • her room was always clean
  • she never run everywhere to make a mess like other children did
  • she always obeyed her parents
  • she loved her sister bella dearly
  • the two were always playing together
  • quiet games like dolls or brushing eachother’s hair
  • they had barely one year of difference, and they were so alike people mistaked them as twins
  • andromeda was always pleased when people said that, but bella got mad because she was the older sister who was always right and stronger than andromeda, merlin !
  • the two often sat on bella’s bed to chat aout what they would be when they would grow up
  • bella wanted to be a respected and powerful woman that everyone would look up to and always obey. she would have the most powerful friends
  • andy wanted none of that
  • she wanted a nice husband and children to love, and a house by the sea
  • bella always laughed, saying her baby sister still believed in fairy tales
  • and andromeda would laugh too, but her dream remained
  • and they would keep talking like always, and andromeda would not talk about it again
  • not until next time, because little andromeda didn’t like to keep her thoughts inside
  • andromeda black wasn’t such a difficult child, but she asked questions
  • why is the sky blue ?
  • where did books come from ?
  • how did people build houses ?
  • and on the good days, she would get a patient explaination from her mother
  • on the bad days, she would be asked to stay quiet because adults are busy
  • but some of the questions qhe asked were less innocent
  • why do mudbloods deserve to die ?
  • do houseleves really enjoy being treated like slaves ?
  • and she doesn’t mean it badly, she just wants to understand
  • but of course her parents get upset
  • her usual punishment is to get locked up in her bedroom for hours
  • in these moments, she would sat on the bed, her hands on her knees, doing nothing but waiting in silence
  • or sometimes she would stand in front of the door, starring at the doorhandle to see it opening when her parents would release her
  • but she won’t ever complain
  • because andromeda black wasn’t a difficult child

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anonymous asked:

Wow your art is incredibly beautiful! I wish I could do stuff like that, but landscapes have always been a struggle for me. You make me want to keep trying! Maybe I can make art as beautiful as you some day! ^^

Thank you, you are too lovely!!

Also! I want to tell you, I hated doing backgrounds. I felt like I couldn’t do it, it seemed too complicated etc… I would just draw people because that’s what I loved, so in my sketchbooks, there was always some floating heads, floating bodies, yeah ^^’ and finally one day I thought, me too I want to do pretty landscapes! And I started like this. It was terrible really haha but I continued. And now I love doing landscapes so much. Okay just to say, at the beginning it’s always hard, but if one day you want to get better at it, just go for it, keep going on, you’ll do great, you’ll be amazing!


Trying to pin Liam Kosta’s personality down is like trying to catch a fly with chopsticks.

Like he is a sweet precious cinnamon roll full of bad puns, adorkable snark, and the most interesting approach to diplomacy ever. He has a heart of gold. He’s reckless and sometimes quick tempered and impulsive but literally everything he does is to make things better for everyone in the galaxy, not just the initiative or the people he knows. He’s so fiercely determined and always seems to stick up for Ryder, especially when everyone else is doubting them. He makes mistakes, he knows it and he owns up to it and tries his hardest to adjust accordingly. And there’s so much more!

How in the Holy seven hells do you capture all that? I am beating my head against the wall trying to figure it out.

Ok fuckers listen up. This boy? Good boy. Amazing boy. 10/10, Crunchyroll Best Boy 2k17.

This guy is almost 11 years old and still kickin, which is amazing considering we adopted him from a tank full of puppies in a cheap pet store. If I remember correctly it was because he was calm and sweet and had a cute white spot on his head (which has melded with the rest of his fur in his old age).

This motherfucker is a born therapy dog. He’s had no training and is an annoying shit a lot of the time, but he’s so good. He’s drawn to anxiety and gives the best hugs. If he can’t reach you he’ll lean against you and if he can he’ll pet you with his paw and play-bite you. A bit gross since he eats his own shit, but it’s sweet.

Today I was having a short but pretty rough panic attack. I must have been pretty loud, cause this hoe? He trots his way over and starts pressing his head against my leg. Normally I’d shoo him away cause I wouldn’t exactly be in the mood to play with him, but I couldn’t really bring myself to do that in my current hell state, so I let him sit there.

Eventually he starts nudging harder and pawing at my shin, so I look up at him a lil bit and he’s looking right at me, wagging his tail and bouncing a little bit from the force of it. He’s adorable. So I pet him a little bit, and he presses his head into my hand like a fucking cat, which was so, so sweet. So I hug him and he butts his head against me, then grabs my blanket in his mouth and tugs it gently down to the floor as he lies down.

I follow him down there, cause what else are ya gonna do when your dog does that? And I’m kind of emotional cause I’ve been crying and hyperventilating and he seems to care so much, so I rest my head on him. And this fucker. He starts wrapping his paws around me and play-biting me like he’s trying to cheer me up. He’s sneezing a bit and rolling around which he knows always makes me laugh. And it definitely works this time cause you know what? I was in a full-blown panic and this fucking ancient puppy tried to help me feel better. Sure, he doesn’t do what most therapy dogs would do. He’s never had any sort of training, he knows what to do but not how to do it. But for a dog to be able to do this on his own and completely singlehandedly get me out of a panic? That’s got to be worth something. I’ve known him for longer than I can remember, and he’s absolutely wonderful. He is, without a doubt, a good boy.

Belly Buddies- Kyle x Reader (AU)

request: Could you write fluff where Kyle has been friends with reader for a long time and she confesses her feelings and he is just so shocked to say anything?

a/n: if this ends up being good i’d be up for making more parts


You sat back, reclining on the beaten up dorm lounge couch.  Your life-long best friend sitting opposite you on the floor against the eggshell walls.  Kyle was talking your ear off, as per usual, about some random thing that was bothering him today.

“Anyway, that’s why I don’t think that Snape deserves pity, he was such a jerk and was SO emotionally abusive to his students!”  You just scoffed at him in response.  Then running your hand through your hair, you sucked in a breath for your rebuttal.

“Well, I totally disagree.  I think that James and his friends bullied Snape his entire young life, and that messed him up.  Yeah, he did some unspeakable things but he also did things like save Harry and help Dumbledore.  There was good in him and that should be spoken for!”  Kyle looked at you, eyes wide as you finished your rant, your voice crescendoing.  Finally his pale, handsome face flushes pink and he hacks out a strong laugh.

“Wh-what?”  You asked kind of insulted, you were being serious.

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Both myself and Jamie are struggling at the moment. He’s got meds inner world that help with his mania and he’s got some decent sleep recently when he’s fronted so I’m hoping for a bit of the same. OCD has always been part of me but I’ve never been depressed or had this much anger before. Self harm urges are doing my head in too. I’ve never had the opportunity to even attempt it like the others have which I know is a good thing really but it doesn’t seem fair at the same time :( hope I can sleep better out here, we’re watching new American Dad then bed with my Pusheen plush! - Lexi

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Selfish [Sing]

So I kinda threw this together because I’ve been eager to write something with these two. I really wish we saw more of Buster and Eddie’s relationship in the movie. I’m still trying to decide on what to call them. Buddie? Edster? Noodlemoon? ????

Anywho…enjoy the angst.

Rating: K+

Disclaimer: “Sing” and its characters are property of Illumination Entertainment. I make no profit from these writings.


Eddie slowly cracked one eye open as an odd sound roused him from his already somewhat restless sleep. He clumsily fumbled for his phone to check the time before glancing over his shoulder. Just a few feet away, he could make out a small lump curled up on the floor, which he knew to be Buster. He quickly distinguished the sound to be quiet sobs, and he sighed as he finally sat up, tossing the covers aside. “Buster?” he called to his friend quietly. Immediately the crying ceased, and the room became silent for several moments. “Buster, c'mon…I know you’re awake,” Eddie called to him again as he finally rose and shuffled his way towards the small makeshift bed on the floor.

“Sorry,” a hoarse voice finally replied. “I thought I was being quiet.”

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