they have some of the most beautiful food i've even seen

Moon thru the signs 🌙
  • Aries: emotionally comfortable in the thick of firey adventure, extremely uncomfortable with stagnation in life, things always need to be exciting, they are on the go go go towards new life, will shake things up even if that means they have to ruffle some feathers, they can't sit still with the concept of boring.. Feeling bored is something they have no patience for. The sense of Self is a strong component to their emotional balance.. "What do I need right now? Will this feel right for me? Is this what I want to do?" Aries is all about personal will. They need to feel like they are expressing that will in ways that ignite their passion. Being forced into exerting energy towards something they don't care about is a deep root of distress. Emotionally quick tempered, their emotions are always evolving and morphing into something new..their emotions hit them like fireballs that encompass their entire being.. In the heat of their emotions that moment is the biggest and most intense moment ever ever ever !!! ...for a few minutes.. Then they're onto something new. When your Aries Moon is flying around on fire in the heat of their emotions, sit with them and LISTEN to the experience they are having. A deep therapy for the Moon here is to be able to express their emotions to you within their personal "I" experience. They matter a lot to themselves. Hold space for this.
  • Taurus: slowww and calmmm, Apple pie and lemon balm... I've seen this placement be wonderful and disastrous.. These people are comfortable in their home, in sensual pleasures, earthly delights. In a lower context they are way too attached to the material world, they will acquire so much random stuff that they don't know what to do with themselves but they feel like they need all the stuff.. If they ever got to a moment where they needed something completely random and they didn't HAVE that random thing.. Well that would be distressing for them. While their dependence on the material world can hold them back at times, it is absolutely admirable just how deeply in touch with it they are. They take the home very seriously, they are ones who will just stay home and be grounded instead of going out and running around in life.. Like a happy bear in its cave.. Within that cave there they are listening to awesome beautiful music, making great food, working with herbs, stacking wood, loving their good company.. Why would they ever want to leave that ?? Because there's a whole world out there moon in Taurus.. A whole world:)their emotions hit them on a bodily earthly level where they process and move through the emotional realm with the help of the natural world.. A moon in Taurus needs to be connected with nature more than any other moon.. They are the grounded ass f**kers.. They are emotionally comfortable BEING grounded.. So on the flip side when they can't find grounding or comfort in their material home they are in a state of perpetual chaos..
  • Gemini: emotionally comfortable anywhere and everywhere!! As long as they're having fun and being stimulated by interesting things it's all good! Moon in gemini's really can and will talk to any sort of person. They are comfortable in any situation they are in. Moon in gemini's often have to learn how to find a home within themselves, they could be all dirty playing music on the side of the street with a nice hobo, or they could be in a rich million dollar apartment around a ton of people they don't know.. Where ever they are, they are super curious and interested in everything happening.. Happy to be there..Needing that stimulation from all things interesting.. They are very socially adaptable folk.. They know how to dissect conversation and meet people where they are at.. Which often entails them wearing a mask and not being their truest self.. Being who someone wants you to be in a situation.. It can be distressing at times once they realize how much energy they put into connecting with ones on a shallow level, it takes a lot out of them, they have to bring it back and realize.. Yes this is all fun and good but they ones who will feed my soul are the ones who KNOW my soul.. As for emotions.. It's mutable so the experience of emotions is very impacted from the rest of the chart but this conscious moon energy really rationalized and intelecualitzes emotions.. Sometimes they box their emotions up for a rainy day.. They need to learn how to let themselves feel emotions, they have emotions but they are literally capable of making themselves not feel them.. A way a moon in Gemini would relax and calm down would be through researching, chatting, and thinking about thing.. Here the moon lives within the mind. (My placement)
  • Cancer: to put it simply, uncontrollable emotional state. This is a beautiful thing.. Moon in cancers have an emotional inner world that renders a fine work of art.. So many colors. What they experience in the waters of human emotion is special and unique because the moons archetype is fully at home here.. The moon is felt deeply in this person.. There's so much beauty.. But the conflict here is that the cancer moon doesn't have control of their emotional state, so it can be really difficult to do things because their FEELINGS are first priority.. They are likely to feel more comfortable within the comfort of soft lights, warm tea, nice fireplace, and loving company. However this is fully dependent on the rest of their chart. Water signs are fluid. Maybe they are more emotionally comfortable partying and having adventure because of a Mars in Aries and a sun in Saggitarius.. no matter what influences their emotional world goes so deep. They care. They want to nurture. They FEEEEEEEL. The moon is integral for these people, its important for them to connect with the moon through ritual or meditation.. This will help balance their emotions.. Even if they don't understand it on a conscious level, creating a personal relationship with the moon will subconsciously help them with emotional balance. A moon in Cancer wants to make you feel safe. They want to take care of you and your emotions. They will give so much... Sometimes too much.
  • Leo: these ones feel comfortable in the spotlight, whether that is within an intimate relationship, their family, their social sphere, or literally on a stage.. their comfort state lies within broadcasting their life for all to see. They have a need to share everything.. they want to share themselves, share their experience, their relationships, even the clothing on their back. This moon energy is so warm and generous. In return, these ones need a lot of admiration, attention, and affection in their relationships, they need to feel validated through being so expressive or insecurity will arise. Moreso than other Leo placements, the Moon here truly needs that attention from others, their emotional state depends on it. They draw life energy through being among different influxes of energy and shining their bright creative light within it. As for emotions, they are dramatic, hopeless romantic sonnets of internal poetry for the ones they love, dramatic boisterous crying when a sharp chord is struck, or totally uncontrollable angry fire rage when provoked. A series of extremes. They must channel their emotions into creative expression, they must have people who can give them the attentiveness they need in their bouts of emotion. Pushing them away will hurt them. They want to be close to you, themselves, their life.. they don't want to feel separate and distant. You'll find your moon in Leo being the life of the party, the friend in the group who brings all of the creative fun, their light is strong.. Its their emotional state. This placement has its challenges but I find it so beautiful.
  • Virgo: A strong need for everything to be in order, for life to be in order in all of its finer details. Whether the moon in Virgo reaches that or not reveals their level of emotional balance. They are going through life on the outside looking in. Anylizing, discerning, critiquing, this will either be deeply channeled inward, outward, or both. If you meet a Virgo Moon who does have their life in order, looks put together, has a clean organized place to live, is actively working and integrating into the structure of the world.. They are probably emotionally balanced.. And their emotions express themselves as a steady stream of relaxation due to a success of implementing order in chaos. So on the flip side.. If you meet a Virgo Moon who, to put it simply, does not have their shit together.. They are likely extremely ungrounded with their emotions scattered everywhere and nowhere living in the mercury depth of their overactive mind. They process their emotions by THINKING, they need to understand everything about what it is they are feeling and why before they can ever reach a state of peace in that feeling. Overthinking, irrational worrying, vicious self criticism are shadow elements to this placement. This is a very challenging place for the Moon. The moon is the fluid intuitive waters of emotion and Virgo is the Mercury virginal energy of mental structure and organization fine tuning life to be perfect. They don't exactly mesh well together in their natural archetypes. However, if an individual has a well aspected Virgo moon or learns how to make good use of this placement.. its an extremely competent energy. Their life will be ordered and structured to the 9's.. No worry will ever need to surface about anything because they have their shit together in the most perfect way. And in that state they experience ultimate relaxation.
  • Libra: to feel emotionally comfortable these people need a balance. They need to feel like there is a balance in their workplace, relationships, home life, and within themselves. They need to feel like there is an equal contribution on the part of everyone involved in every aspect of life, that everyone is contributing equally to establishing a balance. If it's imbalanced there is distress.. A distress that either causes emotional turmoil or a distress that motivates them to mediate the energy of the imbalanced situation. They have a very calm and .. Well.. Balanced approach to their emotions. It hits them in an intellectual way where they really observe everything they are feeling and transmute it into a steady stream of balance. They could repress emotions because of this. If emotions are going upppp and doowwwwnn they are gonna try and pull it to the center and push it forward. A continuous evolution of feeling. This steady stream causes them to have challenge with experiencing intensity of emotion.. To experience the full spectrum of emotion.. They don't want their emotions to hold them back or bring them out of alignment in any way. Hence, the repression.. And repressing anything leads it to bubble up and explode... That's where the intensity comes in.. When the bottled up and down emotions are forced up to the surface they HAVE to face it and deal with it or else they feel unable to move forward. Another component to this placement is that they Deffinetly feel emotionally comfortable and fulfilled with Venusian things.. They are gonna really value art, atheistic beauty, the beauty of ones soul, physical features, and emotions.. Because it fills THEIR emotion to experience such pleasure. The pleasureful side of life integrates with them on a deep level. They are likely to be pretty romantic in relationships, they completely romanticize and paint their love emotions like a beautiful painting of exquisite design.. Whether the reality of the love experience lives up to that is either their emotional challenge or their emotional exaltation.
  • Scorpio: INTENSE EMOTIONAL WORLD. Uncontrollable deep waters of emotion like moon in cancer.. Accept in a life or death kind of way. Emotions go to the core of ones soul. "I LOVE you." "I HATE you" "You have BETRAYED me" "I NEED you" Nothing is shallow or superficial in their emotional world..they are literally incapable of that. These people will love you to death, litterally. There is a likely hood for possessiveness with this placement. A likelyhood for nothing to be taken lightly. I remember I was babysitting a moon in Scorpio girl one time and she dropped a bunch of cards or something and they were scattering everywhere inbetween the couch cushions. I watched this girl get so distressed, heavy breathing, intense look on her face, super not at ease as she was trying to collect everything that just fell apart. My Virgo self completely cleaned up and organized the cards for her. She was passionately thankful that turmoil was taken care of for her. These people are very perceptive.. They have a really acute sense of awareness in their surroundings.. The psychic eyes.. They pick up on the subtleties around them.. They are empathetic to the energies in their life. There is a strong possibility for metaphysical psychic ability with this placement of they are exalting their energy. A moon in Scorpio on the light side will have a deep power and capacity to have such an amazing passionate colorful emotional world. A less evolved moon here will be experiencing such intense emotions they can't help but burn bridges with people. Their emotional needs and requirements are strong. With this placement they are also likely to keep their emotions very secretive from the world. They don't think anyone needs to know what they are feeling. This can cause deception and being super guarded in themselves. On the flip side, there is a powerful opportunity for transformational beauty when they do open up their inner world to someone. I'd say overall moon in Scorpio is awesome but it's extremely challenging. Like the moon in any water signs- emotions come FIRST.
  • Sagittarius: ahh the endless explorers of life. These individuals need a sense of expansion in their life to feel emotionally fulfilled. They need hope, inspiration, purpose, a promise of adventure.. Of growth.. Of a new horizon. They are comfortable in the action of expansion, whether that is going to a new place, learning something, or integrating into new relationships. It's hard to emotionally pin them down. They are on the move in their fluid state. In a relationship they need some who can hold space and swim with their currents because of they are in a flux state of perpetual evolution in regards to their emotional world. Like moon in Gemini or Aries.. They are so forward directed with going towards some new energy with their emotions.. They can be flakey. With these folk there can be room for emotional shallowness. Not always, but Saggitarus is the one who wants to have fun! They are the lighthearted archers prancing through all of the parties and people and foreign lands. It is a potential challenge for them to get caught up in some dense, heavy, stagnant emotional turmoil. They don't want to experience turmoil, they want to be having a good time! However, this is a fire sign.. The heat of their emotions DOES hit them. It's not like moon in libra where intense emotions come in and immediately get brought to a neutral line of balance. No, the intensity of emotion IS there. It's a matter of them taking the time to let them go deep into uncomfortable emotions. They would rather not be concerned with uncomfortable emotional depth at all if they didn't have to. But they have to deal with it or they will totally explode into a fire ball of saggitarius aggression. Give your little moon in Saggi some space in the heat of emotional turmoil and know that with a gentle touch and soft heart they will come to a place of opening up their emotional world with you.
  • Capricorn: Emotions here are very guarded. This is a hard placement for the waters of the moon. One may even fear their emotions with this placement, they may be mechanical and cold in this sense. Their emotions will not be tolerated if it's holding them back in anyway. Their emotional comfort lies in knowing they are competently moving forward into success with their life. The feeling of having their shit together is key for emotional balance. A moon in Cap won't want to be held back due to their emotional world. This is powerfully beneficial because they can really get shit done without having to deal with any of that cancer moon emotional stuff. However unless there is water in other places in their chart.. It leaves them in a place of emotional lack. They just aren't capable of feeling to the extent that others do because they don't let themselves. And that can be a conflict in itself because maybe it would give them a deeper feeling of competence if they COULD feel how others do. They really need to feel safe and secure and sturdy before they open up their inner world to someone. You have to win their trust to get to break that shell. This placement has a lot of good potential but also an immense possibility for challenge. With any moon, especially this one, that is all correspondent to the other aspects in a chart.
  • Aquarius: Emotionally comfortable in the realms of individualism.. they like their own kind of music, their own style, their own unique "fit" into the world.. They are emotionally satisfied in their inner world of "ME". Not "me" in the bright beaming self-centered way of Leo, no, its in the sense of "I am standing here feeling so different than all of you people" Whether they find solace or distress in that.. its a deep archetype that they feel. These people are living on the outside looking in- they are extremely extremely observant. They often they feel separate and detached out in the world, observing, putting all of the pieces together like mechanical machinery. They are very interested in life, in you, in your thoughts, in why things the way they are. They are taking it all in. With their emotions they need a lot of space to process it. They can really distance themselves from their emotions and the people who are making them feel emotions. Emotions are a lot for them to intellectually grasp, they want to grasp and come to an understanding of every facet of it, and they need time on their own to do this. Theres also room with this placement for close mindedness towards other ways of doing things. There is a likely hood for these people to feel they are doing and handling things they absolute best way possible, better than anyone else, they know how to handle their emotions, their life, their inner world. Its possible for arrogance and ignorance to be found here. Maybe they do really know how to handle their inner world better than how you think they can..... But also maybe... They really could use a word of advice. Theres a rigidness to this moon placement. These people find self-justified satisfaction in doing things exactly the way they think they should do it, it eases their emotional realm. There is room for complacency in arrogance here as their is room for extremely positive inner innovation and evolution of self.
  • Pisces: Your inner world is the ocean. Where does it begin? Where does it end? You don't know, actually, no one knows. Your emotions are the definition of fluid. Interchangeable and uncontrollable. You are melting into your emotions. When you fall in love, you FALL in LOVE. When you feel sorrow, you FEEL sorrrrrrowww. Emotions are so real for you. You feel your emotions in your blood. Your emotional world is operating in the dreamstate. You are comfortable in ethereal experiences, the surreal beauty of nature, the most amazing poem recited at a word slam, looking deep into the eyes of your lover. Life just holds a more surreal note for you. When you feel emotionally comfortable, every single particle of who you are integrates into a peace and calm of giving everything to the moment of emotional comfort. When you feel emotionally uncomfortable, red sirens are going off in your being, everything is viciously not okay. You might have issues with boundaries, you let people in so deep into your emotional realm and you share so much. Yet, when you draw a boundary, you aggressively instate it into being. You want what you want, you may disregard what is good for you, or you may draw every boundary in the book to make sure whats happening is good for you. No matter what situation you're in- good or bad, you're in it for the feeling, for the essence, the energy. Moon in Pisces will bring you into a different world.

anonymous asked:

Lelu! 10 best fics of all time?

i’m so sorry for answering this 84 years later rip! keep in mind that the word best when you’re talking about art is very subjective. i can’t tell you which are the best fics of all time but i can give you a list of my favorite fics of all time. i’ve read each one of these at least three times, and they’re my to-go place when everything else fails to distract me. ALSO! i put two fics from the same author? i don’t know if that counts? sorry lol

10) escapade (buy the book there!) / relief next to me by dolce_piccante (tumblr: @haydolce)

rntm summary: AU. What happens when a baker and a graphic designer meet via a very specific Craigslist post? Fate, friendship, food, and maybe more. 

9) here in the afterglow by fondleeds (tumblr: @fondleeds)

“If you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have many friends,” Louis whispers, the blossom of insecurity in his stomach unfurling and clawing its way into his throat.

Harry is silent for a long time, and then he speaks; a soft, slow uncurl that makes Louis’ stomach shake. “I’ll be your friend.”

1970’s AU. In a tiny town in Idaho, Louis’ life is changed forever by the arrival of a curious stranger.

8) never let me go by loveisalaserquest17 (tumblr: @loveisalaserquest17)

“Harry! I’ll tell you what,” Louis exclaims, clapping his hands together. There’s a big grin on his face. “If both of us are still single by your thirtieth birthday, we’ll marry each other.”
Harry’s head snaps up, eyes widening. “What?” 

Harry and Louis have been friends forever, but they couldn’t be more different. One night, with a little too much alcohol, they make a pact to marry in ten years if they’re both still single.
Now, one month before the deadline, Louis is willing to do whatever it takes to avoid ending up with his best friend. But is he, really? | Loosely inspired by The 10 Year Plan

7) wild and unruly / love is a rebellious bird by gloria_andrews & 100percentsassy (tumblr: @gloriaandrews@100percentsassy)

wau summary: Harry is a cowboy sitting on the biggest oil reservoir in Wyoming, and Louis is the paralegal assigned to pressure him into selling his land. 

liarb summary: AU in which the boys still make music. Louis is the concertmaster of the London Symphony Orchestra, Harry is the New! and Exciting! interim conductor/ex-cello prodigy who “has made Mozart cool again” according to Esquire Magazine (Louis hates him immediately, which is definitely why he internet stalked him in his dark bedroom late at night that one time), and Niall is the best. Zayn and Liam are around too.Don’t hum Bolero.

6) paint me in a million dreams by green_feelings (tumblr: @greenfeelings)

Harry’s one of Hollywood’s biggest actors, has made a name for himself in prestigious films and lives the life of a superstar. There’s just one thing missing to make it picture-perfect, but the one Harry’s in love with is completely out of reach for him. Enter Louis, one of Hollywood’s biggest actors himself, who just came out of the closet and taps new genres in the industry. When Louis sacks the role Harry auditioned for in Scorsese’s next big film, their irrational feud starts. Who could have guessed it would get even worse when for promo season, their teams decide to present them as a couple for publicity?

In short, Harry’s in love with someone and doesn’t care about dating anyone else, Louis never felt home in L.A., Liam writes love songs for someone he shouldn’t write love songs to, and Niall makes everything better with good food.

5) swim in the smoke by whoknows (tumblr: @crazyupsetter)

“What about this, Captain?” Liam asks, nudging the boy kneeling between their feet with the toe of his boot. The boy hisses and swipes at him, slurring out something unintelligible around the makeshift gag Niall had to stuff in his mouth. He misses by a mile and tries again, just as ineffectively.

Harry looks down at him, at the way the sun streams over his face and shoulders, at the way the gag stretches his mouth, lips pink and chapped. He’s lithe and pretty, smudged all over with dirt. They had found him tied up below deck, mostly unconscious, next to a barrel full of gold. He’s clearly a prisoner, but there’s something familiar about him, something that niggles at Harry’s brain. Something he can’t quite put his finger on.

“Put him in my cabin,” Harry decides, turning back to deal with the rest of the loot. The boys screams out jumbled curse words at Harry’s back, muffled by the gag, and Harry can’t understand any of it.

4) in vogue by otpwhatever (tumblr: @otpwhatever)

‘Is that why David Beckham has been featured multiple times on the pages of your life’s work? Does your criteria seriously consist of one thing – a man’s ass?’
‘Well the ass is a man’s best asset,’ Harry smirks, holding the Martini glass high up his face. 'And don’t call the magazine my life’s work. There are far more important things in life, Louis Tomlinson, than what’s printed on the pages of a magazine.’

Fashion AU. Louis is the editor in chief of Vogue magazine, and Harry’s running British GQ. Featuring Zayn as the crazy creative director and Louis’ confidant, Liam as the sports writer that gets to sit front row at fashion week and DJ Neil as the only sane person in the whole story. (There are no skinny jeans in this fic)

3) the wonderlands by stylinsoncity (tumblr: @alienproof) - AND its companion fic!

“Somewhere between chaos and control — these are the wonderlands.”

Harry’s daughter, Andy, is signed to Louis’ girl band. Her path to success is marked by competition, chaos, and for Harry, a love affair.

2) say hallelujah say goodnight by alivingfire (tumblr: @alivingfire)

Louis is an angel who is just a little too bad to be good, Harry is a demon who is just a little too good to be bad, and they’re both a little too in love to be impartial when angels and demons go to war.

Louis has been alive since life was a mere concept; he watched the summoning of Man into existence, he was there when Eve took the apple. He’s seen seas break the world into separate pieces, he’s watched empires crumble into dust. He’s seen wildfire consume cities, he’s seen the world painted white with snow. He has known the most beautiful humans to walk the planet, he has watched the most powerful mortals gather their riches and influence around them and then die just like the poorest, weakest humans do. He’s met humans whose motives defy explanation, people who use their lives as battering rams, as tools, as weapons, as chess pieces.

None of that stopped Louis in his tracks.

But Harry did.

1) young & beautiful by velvetoscar (tumblr: @mizzwilde)

Louis, to his horror, attends an elitist university in which the name Zayn Malik means something, Niall Horan doesn’t stop talking, there are pianos everywhere, and Harry Styles, only son of a drug-addled, clinically insane ex-rocker, has a perfect smile and empty eyes. 

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check out everything written by @icanhazzalou@lads-laddylads, @lululawrence, @myownsparknow, @fullonlarrie, @louandhazaf@rhuubarb, @suspendrs, @southerngothicau and @horsegirlharry!!!!!!!!! 

anonymous asked:

Hey! I don't know if you accept prompts, but if you do could you write something about the first week after Yousef's return from Turkey... like what happens after Sana and Yousef were apart (even though they texted and video called each other) and the dynamics of their relationship once they're in the same city. I hope you decide to write it! Thank you in advance! 😊

Hello Anon!! Thank you very much for this prompt!! I was thinking of writing something like that so I was really glad to see your message! I got a bit carried away and wrote 6200 words so I really hope you like it! As it’s really long I advise peopel who prefer to read fics on Ao3 rather than on tumblr to check it out here


[S :What time are you arriving at?
Y :14:56. Why you planning on coming to pick me up from the airport?
S :Elias said there no point since you’re with your family so you don’t need to be picked up
Y :Awwww you asked Elias if you could pick me up?
S :We talked I didn’t ask
Y :Sure
S :I hope you miss your plane
Y :No you don’t <3
S :No I don’t <3
Y : ok I have to finish packing, have a good night Sana see you in Oslo!
S :See you ]


She stares as her screen for a while and smiles. He’ll be in Oslo tomorrow. After being apart for a month and a half, she was finally going to see him again. She was going to see him smile and laugh and hear his voice. For real not just on the phone. They had talked on the phone a few times. She has called him for a few of their calls, everytime afraid that he might be too busy to reply but he never was. Or if he was he never told her and always took the time to speak with her. They also video called each other and she’ll remember forever that one time all his little cousins arrived while he was talking and he had to do the rest of the call with them jumping on him. She couldn’t stop laughing, the kids seemed extremely proud of themselves and Yousef seemed to hesitate between being annoyed at the kids and looking at them foundly.

They had sent each other texts. So many texts. He sent her a picture everytime he saw something she might like or that he thought was pretty. Once in a while he would ask her if she was over Stephen Curry and she would reply with a link to one of Stephen’s picture saying « hmm I’m not sure ».

She decides to go to his house, the next day, in the afternoon. She asks Elias if he is going to visit Yousef to which Elias replies « Uh, no, I thought I’d see him tomorrow, the guy just came back. Let him chill » Then, he sees the way Sana is looking. All nervous but also excited and he adds :
« Do you know what? I think I’ll go see him now. Yeah, he’s just came back but I’ll go say hi. Do you want to come with me? Don’t answer to that, I already know the answer. »
She laughs and thanks him.

When they arrive at Yousef’s place, his father is the one to open the door and he greets them with a big smile. He makes them enter the apartment. Sana looks around, curious to finally see Yousef’s home. Yousef’s father calls for his son as he makes Sana and Elias go into the leaving room. A few seconds later, Yousef arrives in the living room. He sees Elias and smiles widely. A smile that grows wider and softer when he sees Sana standing next to his best friend. A smile that mirrors her own as she can finally see him again. Damn, she missed him and his stupid smile and his stupid snapbacks and even the way he walks. He crosses the living room to greet them when his parents suggest that Yousef and his friends should go outside while they finish unpacking. Sana follows the boy into the backyard, her heart beating fast as she can finally look at him after so long. He is talking with Elias on the way but often turns around to smile at her and she smiles back right away every time. Yousef holds the door open for his friend to come out and when Sana walks past him, he brushes her hand with his fingers and smiles at her softly.
Once they are outside, Sana find herself at loss for words while Elias is asking Yousef questions. Yousef keeps looking at her and the simple fact of feeling his eyes on her after so long makes her feel like she is losing her mind. She doesn’t realize that she has locked eyes with Yousef until Elias says, a bit too loudly : « Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow ! I’ve done my brother duty, I’ll leave you two to it ! Bye ». And he walks away from them to leave the backyard.

« His brother duty ? What does he mean ? Asks Yousef
- Well, I wanted to come here but I wasn’t sure if I should come or not and if I should, should I come alone or not, so in the end he came with me.
- Never hesitate again Sana, you can come anytime.
- Thanks
- I’m serious Sana. Anytime. »
If he says her name one more time, she’s not sure she’ll be able to contain the beating of her heart from going frantic. What is happening to her ?


They are now standing in front of each other, smiling. Yousef can’t stop staring at her. Drinking in the vision of her in a blue hijab, dressed in white and grey. He feels as though he had been holding his breath all the time he was away and now that she is in front of him again, he can finally breathe.
She laughs quietly and puts her hands under her chin and he can tell she is a little nervous.
As he is about to say something funny, hopefully, to relax her, she takes a step towards him, looks up and let her arms fall to her sides. She raises them again slightly and he understands immediately what she is about to do. He raises his arms as well and, not even a second later, he can feel her hands coming around his waist and settling on his back. He never thought before her that you could tell so much with a hug. His hands are on her back and he rests his chin on top of her head. He can smell her perfume and he doesn’t think he ever felt as much as home as he does now. He sense her relaxing against his chest and presses a kiss on top of her head as if to say « I’m back for good, I’m here now. »


After a while, Sana raises her head to look up at him and slightly takes a step back. There’s something about being near him, being with him, feeling him next to her, that makes her feel so giddy. She’s high on him and it has only been minutes !
« I should probably let you unpack » she says right as he asks : « So where should we go ? »
He exclaims : « You already want to leave me ? We haven’t seen each other for 50 days and you already want to leave ? A hug and bye.
- No ! But your family surely need your help!I don’t want to leave, I’m trying to help you be a good son.
- I’ve been a good son all summer, I can take a break. I am staying with you.
- That’s good.
- Yeah, that’s good.
There is a little pause, then he adds :
« - Ah, I missed you so much Sana !
- I missed you a lot as well, Yousef.
As she says that to him, she raises her hand to take a fallen leaf off his hair . She has been dreaming about touching his hair for so long. She marvels at the softness of his curls and keeps playing with it even when the leaf is long gone. He stays completely still and she wonders if her touch sends chills down her spine like his does to her . He closes his eyes with a tiny sigh and she has her answer. She whispers that if they want to do something, they should do it now . He seems to wake up from a dream and agrees with her.

They end up walking towards the basketball pitch. They don’t have a ball to play with as tehy realize when they arrive. They decide to stay there nonetheless. They don’t have to play basketball, they have so many things to talk about.
Sana starts asking him questions about Turkey and what he did while he was there. She already knows many things as they’ve been in touch most of the time. But she doesn’t mind hearing some of it again and he adds more details and speaks about his family. He talks about the town where they live, Ankara. He tells Sana about the old castle that overlooks the city, about the beautiful great mosque with its huge that he is sure she would love. He remember going there as a kid and being in awe of the place. He tells her about all the food you can find and about the games he played with his little cousins and his trips to the country.


Yousef feels a bit ashamed to have talked for so long about himself even if Sana doesn’t seem to mind as she asked questions and laughed and smiled. She genuinely seems happy to listen to him.
He asks her about her summer and listens as she explains what she did with her firends and the troubles her squad got into. Her face lights up when she talks about her friends and their shenanigans. She also tells him a few stories about Elias that he cannot wait to use to make fun of his friend.
After a while, Sana says that it’s too bad he is only coming back now because she starts school in a week and a half so they won’t have that much time to see each other again and she’ll be at school and that will be complicated. He laughs and replies :
« I’ve only just come back and you’re already sad about what it’s going to be like in two weeks. Let’s enjoy what we have now first , shall we ?
- Don’t make fun of me, she says with a smile
- No but seriously, it’s going to be ok.
How time flies, he thinks, looking back on the afternoon they spent on that pitch a few months ago. He could only have dreamed back then, of sitting in front of her while she talked about wanting to see him again in the coming weeks and months.


Her phone rings and she answers right away as it is a call from her mother. Scared that she might be crossed because it’s getting late, Sana is surprised when her mother simply asks her if she intends on having dinner at home or eating out. She looks into Yousef’s eyes as she replies :
« - I’m staying with Yousef Mama, we’ll eat together »
His face lights up
« - Can’t get enough of me, is that it ?
- Shut up and find me a place to eat.
- Yes Ma’am ! »
She’s up before him and extends her hand to him to help him stand up. Just as he is about tto be fully standing, she lets go of his hand and laughs as he loses his balance and almost fall flat on his back. She can see him being a little bit shocked but before his ego can be hurt, her contagious laughter wins him over and she doesn’t have to wait long before he stops pouting and joins her.
When they’ve calmed down, they decide to go to a kebab place not far from where they are.. While they wait to order, Yousef dares her to let him order for her. When she asks why on earth she should let him do that, he replies that he want to see if she still trusts him after all this time.
“-All this time? You’ve only been gone 50 days Yousef.
- Only? Only?! Wow. Only 50 days. Ok. Here I was thinking you had missed me but I see that I was wrong. I’ll leave you there if you don’t mind, I have an ego to repair and it might take some time.
She is laughing too much to chase after him as he dramatically leaves the restaurant. She knows he will be back soon so when her time to order comes up next, she orders for him as well and goes to sit at a table in a corner. After a few seconds, she hears footsteps behind her and hears a voice saying:
“- You didn’t even come after me. You didn’t even look outside the restaurant. I am hurt.
- You didn’t even wait 5 minutes to come back.
She turns around to face Yousef and his sad pout.
- Seems like you’re the one who can’t get enough of me
- No lies there, he replies as he sits down in front of her
His confession, which could barely pass as a joke, makes her blush which he notices right away. Of course.
- Did I make you blush? Did I manage that? You’re flustered because of me!
- Well you can talk! Go back and rewatch that video where you receive my call, you couldn’t even it or stand still!
- We will not speak about that video again, he says in a mock-threatening way
- Too bad, I thought you were cute in it.
Before he has time to react, their orders arrive and he can only try to hide his own blush to the waiter.


When they leave the restaurant, they naturally head towards Sana’ home. He doesn’t even ask if he can walk her home, he wants to spend as much time as possible with her. On the way back, they walk in silence. Their fingers brushing slightly, their eyes meeting regularly and their lips curving into smiles. Yousef thinks that he could walk to the end of the world with Sana by his side. He’s lost in her smiles and her dimples and her twinkling yes when he suddenly hears a sound similar to the flapping of wings next to him. He turns around with a slight jump and shrieks when he sees a huge seagull next to him, he steps back with fear and a loud “Oooh!!”. He doesn’t even have time to process his fear and what happened that Sana is already bent in two exploding with laughter.

There goes my walk to the end of the earth with her, he thinks as he tries to calm his heart.
Unable to stop herself from laughing, Sana asks:
“- Are you afraid of everything with wings or only seagulls and swans?
- Hey! Swans are really scary ok? They can become violent and bite my fingers. And this seagull just surprised me , that’s all
-Uh uh, sure, is all she can reply as she tries to regain her breath
- It was huge Sana! And it landed right next to me!
- It’s alright, you don’t have to be tough with me. Don’t hide your fear of birds. I accept you just as you are.
- I am not afraid of birds
- It’s ok, Yousef, I don’t judge you
- Stop it
- When did it start? I am genuinely curious. Were you attacked by a pigeon as a child?
- Stop, I am hurt
She does stop teasing him but she doesn’t stop laughing qiuetly until they reach her door. He doesn’t mind the teasing. He doesn’t mind anything that come from Sana Bakkoush laughing.
She turns around to face him and smiles. He smiles back and for a moment, they just stand there looking at each other.

Once again, they don’t need words to speak. Eyes do just fine. Eyes can say many things. They can say “I’m glad to be with you”. They can say “I wish we could stay together longer”. I can’t wait to see you again. I missed you. I am so happy to be near you. I wish I didn’t have to go back inside. I wish we could stay like this forever. I think you’re beautiful. I believe you’re the best thing that happened to me.
Eyes can say I like you. They can even say more than that.


Sana takes one step closer to him and says
“Goodbye Yousef”
He takes one step closer to her
-“Goodbye Sana”
They are almost touching now
She brushes a curls away from his eyes and adds: “Goodnight”
He seems starstruck for a second and before he has time to react, she is walking to the door. She looks back at him. He seems to be at loss for words and just smiles at her. She chuckles and waves at him before opening the door.
Once she is back inside her room, she leans with her back to the door and whispers in the darkness and quiet of her room: “Be still my beating heart.”


He gets distracted by her the next day when he is filming a video with the boys at Sana’s house to celebrate his return. He sees her moving round and he can’t concentrate on what the boys are saying which means he misses a lot of questions and gets teased a lot. The hardest part for him is when, after she catches up on what is happening, she comes and stands up right there in the door, in front of him. She isn’t just looking at him, he can see her laughing at what the boys are saying. But she’s so beautiful and he hasn’t seen her for so long (when you’ve been away from San Bakkoush for 50 days, an evening together is not enough to make up for lost time) that he feels like if he turns around she might disappear. He hears Elias telling the camera to excuse Yousef for being distracted as his sister is standing in front of them right now and the poor boy is so in love he can’t get his eyes away from her.

Sana laughs at that, announces that she is going back in her room and leaves. Yousef sighs and hopes she’ll come out before he leaves. He tries to focus on the video as if nothing happened but the boys do not stop teasing him and he suspects that they never will. He doesn’t mind really. Not when he is being teased about something that makes him so happy.

When they’ve finished filming their video, he sends her a text asking to come to the kitchen. He waits for her as he drinks juice. The boys are busy checking something with the camera so he hopes he can have a bit of time alone with her. He doesn’t notice her coming inside the room as he’s observing the boys. He hears a soft voice behind him saying:
“-“Meet me in the kitchen”. I don’t know if I’ve told you before but I don’t really like people who think they can summon me whenever they want.”
He turns around but she is smiling at him and he immediately feels better. He asks her if she slept well and she says that of course she did. She had troubles falling asleep as she was busy thinking about things but when she did fell asleep, it was very nice. He can guess by her smile that she couldn’t sleep because she was thinking about him. And he can’t think of a better feeling than being the one keeping Sana Bakkoush awake. Well, when it’s for good reasons and not when she is sick of course.
- So you had a good evening then?
- I had a great evening Yousef.
- Good
- Good
He hears the boys calling him and she does as well so she tells him that she’ll see him again soon and goes back t her room before his friends have time to see her.


And that’s how it goes on. They meet often, to walk around town, to eat together, to play basketball. Sometimes, they plan it. Sometimes it is random. Just a text or a call. “Are you doing anything right now?” “I’m meeting you I suppose?” “And you’re right”.Sometimes, it just happens that at the moment when Sana has to leave her home, Yousef has to go back home . Obviously, they don’t have anyone else to met except each other.


One day, after spending the afternoon in town eating ice cream and fooling around as well as going to buy a present for Yousef’s mother’s birthday, as they are walking down the streets, they walk pass and open window form which a music can be heard. The song is one that Yousef likes a lot. Sana asks him what kind of songs he likes and they start talking about music. He takes his phone and headphones out to make her listen to his playlist. They keep on walking as they listen to the music.

At first, it starts as simply listening to the music and telling the other what they think about the song they’re listening to, but it soon turns into a sort of game. Yousef tries to make Sana lose her headphone by walking faster or distancing himself from her. When she understands what he is doing, she starts playing the same game. In the end, they don’t really listen to the music as they are too busy laughing.

At one point, Yousef almost walks into a pole, but he avoids it by making a slightly twisted jump that looks like a dance move to Sana. It makes her laugh, but at the same time it reminds her of that time she found him dancing in her living room. She’d like to see him dance again. She only realizes she said it out loud when he replies with surprise :
- Really?
- Uh well, you’re a good dancer and it just that it kind of looked like you were dancing when you avoided that pole and so it reminded me that you’re a dancer.
- Haha, thank you Sana! Dancer might be a bit much though.If you want to see me again you’ll have to invite me to a party!

Before she has time to reply, her phone rings with the call to prayer. She hasn’t seen time running out.
- Oh, we have to find you a place to pray!
- What?
She expected him to tell her that he would walk her home as they weren’t that far from her house.
- Yes, we find you a place to pray so you don’t have to go back home right away.
She smiles at his obvious desire to spend more time with her. They find a small little garden at the end of the street and, as she’s looking on her phone for the right orientation, she sees him taking his jacket off. When she asks him what he is doing, he replies ,as if it is obvious, that he is going to give her his jacket for her to pray on.
- Really?
- Well, you need something to pray on and you can’t use your own cardigan, it’s too delicate to put it on the ground.
She hesitates but he’s already putting his jacket in her hand and walking away to give her space and peace.


He waits for her to finish, making sure that no one walks over to where she is.
He slightly turns around to see Sana kneeling down and putting her forehead on the ground. On his jacket. He laughs to himself as he thinks of all these romantic comedies showing a boy giving his jacket to a girl when she’s cold. Here he is giving Sana his jacket to pray on. She probably wouldn’t accept his jacket even if she it was really cold. We’re a strange pair,he thinks, we’re one of a kind. She is one of a kind.
She comes back when she has finished and hands him back his jacket neatly folded and he can see in her eyes that she is filled with a new kind of emotion. Seeing her so strong in her faith, he feels a sort of pride at the thought that this girl thinks he is good enough for her. Her faith is so beautiful, it shines through her. And it only makes him love her even more to see her so dedicated. She takes her phone out and tells him that it is now turn to listen to her playlist so she can teach him about real music.
- “Real music? You seemed to enjoy my “fake” music before.
- I didn’t hate it but wait until you listen to what I listen to. You are going to get your mind blown.

Instead of walking around, they sit on the grass and after a while he has to admit that her taste in music is indeed remarkable. The evening goes on until it’s time to go back home. As usual, he walks her back. And as usual, they stops in front of her door smiling at each other, staying silent for a little bit.
- “I’ll send you a song to listen to before you go to bed when you’re inside.
- Can’t you just tell me what it is now?
- No, it’s a surprise!
- Well I better hurry then, so I can listen to it.”


When she has taken her hijab off and changed into her pajamas, she receives a link from Yousef to a 4 hours long track of lullabies with a simple messag that says “Sleep well”.
A few seconds later, as she is till laughing, he sends her text with a link to Roo Panes’s Lullaby Love saying “The one before is really serious music but you should still listen to this one.”
And she listens to it on repeat until she falls asleep dreaming of a sweet boy singing her a song about angels and love.


One Saturday, Sana and the girls are wandering around in a park and laughing as they are enjoying the last weekend before school. They decide to settle on the grass near a fountain when Sana, who’s laughing with Chris, hears Vilde asking her
-”Sana, isn’t that your brother with his friends?
She turns in the direction Vilde is pointing at and ,indeed, here is her brother with Adam, Mutta, Mikael and…
- “Oh, Yousef is here as well!”

Sana is now thinking back to the conversation she had with Elias this morning. He asked her if she would be at home all day as he was planning on shooting a new video with the boys. She had told him she had plans with the girls and would be out all day. He had been insistent and asked her where she would be. When she told him she didn’t know exactly what they were going to do, he replied:
- “Come on Sana, you always have at least an idea of where you’re going!
- OK, we’re thinking of going to the park .
- Which park?
- The one near Chris’s house.
- Great! Great idea!
- Why are you so interested?
- I’m paying attention, you should be thankful .
- Yeah, right. “

Now she understands that he was planning on surprising her and meeting her “by luck” with his friends. She takes the lead as they walk towards the group of boys.


Yousef is sitting next to Mutta, his eyes semi closed, enjoying the sun on his face, not really listening to whatever Elias and Mikael are arguing about. He feels Mutta nudging his side and without opening his eyes, asks:
“- What is it?”
- Look! “

He finally opens his eyes and follows the direction Mutta is pointing at to see something he did not expect at all. Someone actually. Sana. Sana and her friends. He sits up right away. What is she doing here? She told him she couldn’t see him today because she was with her friends and now she’s walking towards him and the boys. With her 4 friends on both sides of her, he thinks she looks like a princess in company of her ladies in waiting. Her stride is assured and she’s walking straight to Elias. After slightly glancing his way and smiling at him (a smile that he did not return like a lost puppy seeing his master again whatever Mutta might say in his ear), she stops in front of her brother who looks at her with a smile that Yousef can only qualify as trying to be innocent.

“-“I’m paying attention, you should be thankful”, she says with an exaggerated tone
- Hello sister! And sister’s friends!
- Hello Elias!
- Hello boys!
- What a coincidence! What are the odds of you going to the same park I mentioned going to this morning?
- Indeed sister what are the odds?”
Yousef starts to understand what is going on
- “So that’s why you insisted on us going outside when we arrived at your place? You wanted us to meet Sana? He asks Elias
- Aren’t you happy to see Sana? asks Mikael with a smile
- What a stupid question, of course I am! I am just wondering why Elias set this up.
- Seems to me like he wanted to see the two of you together, says Sana’s friend, Eva, pointing at Sana and then at him.
-What?? Sana and Yousef turn to Elias at the same time
- You are two of my favourite peope why would I not want to see you at the same time?
- Stop the bullshit, Elias
- Sana can you really blame us for wanting to see you and Yousef together? Asks mikael.
- We wanted to see the cuteness and tease the two of you. So get ready, says Mutta
- I like your brother’s friend Sana, says Chris
- Really? Cool! Mutta stands up to high five Chris
- Well, now that we are together, we should do something together! Exclaims Sana’s friend Vilde. Let’s go buy an ice cream!
Everyone agrees without waiting for Sana or Yousef to give their opinion and the group starts walking away from the fountain.

He goes up to Sana to assure her that he had no idea about Elias’ plan to reunite them.
-“It’s alright Yousef, I don’t mind
- It’s just that you were enjoying your time with your friends so…
- I’m starting school on Monday, which means I’ll see them everyday.It’s ok if you distract me a little from them.
- Good!“

He tries to stays next to Sana as they walk but he is soon forced to stay with Sana’s friend as they apparently need to tell him something really important. Turns out they simply want to know how it’s going between him and Sana. They don’t seem really noisy. More concerned and curious that everything is going well for their friend. Eva asks him about his feelings for her wondering how long he has been crushing on her
- Uh, I’m not sure I can tell you that;
- Oh come on ! We won’t tell her, we promise! Says Vilde
- Why should I trust you?
- Hey, we are her friends ! Says Chris
- We are really happy that you two are happening, it’s so nice to see Sana smiling so much and being happy! You two are made for each other!
- That’s why they’re soulmates Eva! Says Vilde
- Soulmates?
Did he hear that right?
- Did Sana say that?
- Uh no, you did, replies Eva
- What? I never told her…Wait a minute, Noora!
He turns to face the girl who apparently told everyone his secret.
- You told them?
- No she told Sana! Replies Vilde
- Ok, says Noora, don’t freak out, but yes she knows you texted me and she knows what you said.
- You told her about the texts??
Yousef doesn’t think he ever felt as embarrassed as he does now. Freaking about about a swan or a seagull in front of Sana is nothing compared to this
- Well, I showed them to her actually.
- So she has read every single one of them?
- Yes but don’t worry Yousef they were all super cute!! exclaims Vilde
- But still… What do I look like now?
- Well, she is still talking to you so that’s what matters! Says Chris
He looks in front of him at Sana who is laughing at one of Mutta’s joke. So she knows. She knows the extent of his feelings for her and instead of running away because of how strong they are (the only reason why he hasn’t told her yet), she is still there. Which means there’s a chance her feelings for him might be as strong as his for her and he suddenly feels as though he could fly.


On Monday, Sana is starting school again for her last year of high school. Chris told her she would pick her up before heading to school so they could meet the girls and arrive together to mark the occasion. She is excited at the prospect of it being her last year but she also knows that this year is going to be hard and will demand her full investment.

She steps out of the building but instead of finding Chris waiting for her at the door, she finds Yousef . She stops in her tracks. What on earth is he doing here?
- Hello Sana! Ready to start school?
- Hi! Are you meeting with Elias?
- This early? I’m here for you.
- For me?
- Yeah, I thought you might like me to walk you to school as it’s the first day and everything.
She would love that but she can’t let the girls down, she knows it means a lot to them that they start the year together.
- I am sorry Yousef but… Chris should be here any minute now, I’m meeting the girls before going to school. But I would’ve loved to go to school with you! I just have other plans.
- Do you really?
- Yes, I told you, the girls…
At this moment, her phone signals her that she has a new text. It’s from the girls’ group chat, a message from Chris saying “Enjoy your surprise, we’ll meet you in front of the school!”.
- Wait, they organized this?
- Actually, I wanted to do it so I thought I’d check with them at what time you start and if you usually walked to school with one of them and they came up with the idea to make you believe that Chris would pick you up. Are you happy?
- I am…, she can’t finish her sentence as she is smiling too wide. I am really happy Yousef!

She immediately sends a text to the girls: “THANK YOU”. Once she has put her phone in her pocket, she looks up at Yousef and hugs him slightly. He is surprised at first but hugs her back and laughs. She is trying to not show how giddy she feels at the thought of walking to school with him. This is so official. People are going to see them together. People of her school, that she doesn’t know will know about one of the most precious thing in her life. And she doesn’t really mind right now!
On the way to school, he makes her laugh with stories about Elias and the boys in high school. When they arrive near the school, she can see the girls looking at them from afar and waving at her. She is excited to start school but at the same time she wishes that it didn’t start so early so she could spend a little bit longer with Yousef.
-Thank you for walking with me this morning.
- Thank you for agreeing to walk with me.
- Well, I couldn’t say no after all the efforts the girls had put into it, could I ?
- Ouch Sana!
- Did you think I actually enjoyed your company?
- Pretend all you want, I know you do! Have a good first day of school Sana, I hope you only get the best teachers.
- I have a feeling that won’t happen but thank you. It was very nice this morning.
- Likewise
- Bye then!
As she turns around, he grabs her hand and says:
- Just want to ask you something, it won’t take long
- What is it?
- Are you over Stephen Curry now?
- I was not expecting that! She laughs
- Hey I just want to know who you’re going to marry, that’s all!
- Well, know this: I’ve been over him for a long time now. A few months I’d say.
As he gets the biggest smile on his face, she leaves him to meet her friends.

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you still take emergency asks but I'm just gonna give it a shot, recently I was hospitalized for my mental health and s*lf h*rm and I've been out a few days but my family isn't letting me hear the end of it and they continuously make me feel bad for what I did and they're telling me that the family's reputation is going to be ruined over me being mentally ill. Can I ask for some hcs with Lance/Keith/Allura/Lotor comforting/distracting their s/o on a bad mental health day?

i always take emergency asks ;v; and i just wanted to let you know that the things you’re feeling aren’t your fault and piss on your family’s reputation, YOU are what matters.


  • he doesn’t know what’s up, but it must be pretty big if it’s got you down so much. he’ll pry as to what’s bothering you, but he’ll stop the first time you shoot him down
  • he’s a pro at cheering people up, though, so pack your bags, you’re going on a vacation! and by vacation he means you’re going to go fuck shit up at the space mall
  • he figures feeling like you’re a normal youth again will make you feel better, so he dresses you both up in your best clothes so you can slAY.
  • he buys you whatever you want (after you go diving in the fountain of course), and then you finish off your shopping with some good ol’ greasy mall food.
  • after that the mall is close to closing, but you hide yourselves until the mall cops leave. it’s time to camp out and roast marshmallows in the middle of the food court! keep a fire extinguisher handy my dude


  • when he notices your sullen expression, he has to stop for a second and think. if he was upset, he’d sweat it all away with a good workout, but you’re not him… what does he do?? kind of dumbfounded
  • but there’s a festival going on on the planet you’re docked on so maybe you’d like to go to that? the fact that he even asks you on a date surrounded by a bunch of people should have your heart fluttering
  • keith completely wrecks every stand and by the end, all the prizes are his. or rather, yours, bc he gives them all to you. he’ll even carry them if you ask nice enough
  • in the end you’ll probably want to try your hand at some games yourself, so he teaches you how to throw a dart just right… pop! you got two balloons in one go. you’ll give this prize to keith, even though they pale in comparison to his
  • walks you back to your room and everything after all is said and done. what a gentleman. it was tough to be so social, but he’s glad he could make you feel better


  • allura wants to do all manner of different things with you! she knows your interests, and she plans around your favorite hobbies. if you like to read, you can spend the day reading stories aloud. if you like art, she’ll take you to a gallery.
  • whatever you end up doing, you have to get ready first! nothing too big, just a bath with some nice scented petals and stuff. she’ll bring the mice to the bath and they can put on a little circus for you!
  • after that she brings you to coran, the master of mood boost. she gets him to retell his war stories, which are all glorified mishaps. if this doesn’t have you cracking a smile, she doesn’t know what will!
  • she makes you a lot of altean foods. you can bake together, and by the end you’ll have a whole buffet (which you must shoo the boys away from). it’s girl’s night, and you’re going to be digging in!
  • except she brings out her favorite movies which are basically pornos… there are many sex scenes, but i guess you have to be altean to understand that ‘true meaning’ she’s talking about


  • he’s very fancy and show-boaty most of the time, but when he sees your face he knows the situation will require a gentler touch
  • he takes you on a ride in his fighter ship, but he takes it slow so you can enjoy everything. you’re always fighting, so it’s time you see something beautiful. he brings the ship through a cluster of cosmic dust and you beam at the sparkling powder floating around
  • after this he’ll take you to his favorite planet where nature is still very much alive and there are lots of animals you’ve never seen before. he has a soft spot for small animals himself, so he shows you all the babies being born this season
  • you spend the day on a blanket with a lunch he packed just for you. there is also wine. the two of you end up getting drunk surrounded by cute space kittens and the light of the stars

anonymous asked:

Hello!!I am in the process of creating a story I've been working on for 3 years now-but there's always one thing that I've been stuck on since I've started the story-its a sci-fi one,and the planet it takes place on is a melting pot of different species of humanoid creatures,and the main cast are seniors at a school on said planet.How do you think a social ladder would work?the aliens ranging from basically human to big goat-esq beasts with converse on,who would be most popular in that setting?

Werew:  This depends on so many factors that we don’t know about, so we probably can’t give a very good answer. Some things that might influence this:

- What race was there first? What race is the greatest part of the population?

- Do some races have things about them that others find distasteful, cannot relate to, etc? Xenophobia might make some species into “outcasts” essentially because of racism and people disliking or not understanding their race

- Do some races naturally get on better with others, creating “social alliances” that other races might be excluded from?

- Are some races physically, socially, mentally, stronger than others? How do they use this power? Does this make them liked, hated, feared?

Another thing to keep in mind: If some races are a minority or have not been part of the community for as long, how good or bad are the accommodations made for them? Do larger races have trouble fitting through all the doors, or is the society pretty good about making buildings big enough for them? Are races that have toxicity problems with other races or their stuff accommodated for, or do they have to go around being really careful? (I’m thinking specifically about one race being extremely allergic to another’s main food staple, but there are lots of situations where this could apply. Think of all the things that humans can be deathly allergic to, and we’re just one species!)

Also think about how concrete you want this social ladder to be. Do you want your characters to be able to transcend it without too much trouble, or is their struggle against the institutions holding them in place a large part of the story?

Constablewrites:  I think the size of the school is going to be a big factor. I went to a very large high school, and I can tell you that the social dynamics bore little resemblance to any depiction I’ve seen in media.

In a large school, “popularity” is a weird concept because even the person with the very most friends and extracurriculars has never met half their class and never will. The ones who tend to be thought of as the popular kids are primarily the most visible; basically, if you were to grab a random sampling of students and ask them to match names to faces, the “popular” kids are the ones most people would get right, even if they’d never interacted with them directly. So things like sports, performing arts, and student government would get your name on the announcements and on the loudspeaker at events people were attending. Kids who did more stuff tended to be part of more circles and thus had a larger social group overall.

Also, the social structure inside a school usually reflects the state of the community that feeds into it. A family who is well-connected and influential is going to have a kid who is similarly well-connected and influential on campus. At my school, the “popular” kids all went to church together, so their relationships on campus were built on a social network entirely separate from school.

But I keep putting “popular” in quotes because of that half of the class who never even met the so-called popular kids. Once you get beyond the size where everyone knows everyone, people splinter off into cliques and sub-groups, frequently based on the way you spend your time at school. So the most popular kid among the band geeks is probably going to have little interaction with the most popular kid in the auto shop, but that’s not going to have much impact on their day-to-day socializing. (Meaning, the band kid isn’t gonna care that auto shop kid doesn’t know he exists, because he’s got plenty to deal with in his own domain.)

So in my experience, there’s not a single ladder, like a set hierarchy that everyone has their place in. It’s not like the choir kids somehow outranked JROTC on some objective scale. You generally make friends and deal with rivals among the people you interact with daily, and no one else really matters that much.

Werew:  Having come from a not-all-that-big high school (but not small either; my graduating class was about 250) I agree with what constablewrites is saying here. 250 is few enough that I knew by name and had had interactions with pretty much everyone in my class, but popularity was still a highly unmeasurable thing. There are some students who are highly visible and are generally nice people, and thus most people like; there are complete unknowns like myself and my friends who weren’t popular and didn’t know or care what was going on with those who were.

And there were very much social circles. The theatre kids didn’t care very much what the sports kids were doing (unless they ran in both circles) and vice versa. Immediate-circle popularity was definitely a thing, but didn’t tend to matter whatsoever outside of those circles.

Bina:  To help determine popularity on a larger scale, think about these two things in tandem: (a), what traits are valued or disliked the most in general, and (b), which races have those traits? If these traits are cosmetic (high schoolers can be pretty vain, unless this school you mentioned is a college), then various creatures will fall into a pretty well-defined scale according to who sets the beauty standard (this “who” might be a popular one). If the traits are based on physical performance, then the line blurs, but some creatures might stand out as being excellent at, say, school sports, and those individuals might reap the benefits of popularity within the sports clique. Note that I say individuals, because if everyone in the setting is completely used to being around alien creatures to the point that they’re as mundane as everyone else, then the individual’s personality can matter more than their race. 

 Disclaimer, not to say that each race is without their stereotypes and positive/negative connotations, but in general, if aliens are a common sight, then people might get used to differentiating between them beyond “Xolob is a BigGoatMan and therefore we don’t like him” and such and such. Unless for some reason people just REALLY don’t like a particular race and aren’t willing to give any individual a chance.

So as some of you may know, I have a very elaborate headcanon about Jack and Bitty’s future kids and their lives, etc, etc. It’s all very cute and there’s only a little bit of angst.

But Shitty and Lardo.

Shitty and Lardo didn’t expect to have kids. It’s not that they didn’t want them; it’s more that they didn’t need them. They’re perfectly happy playing the role of cool aunt and uncle to everyone else’s kids. They’re living in Boston; Shitty’s a full-time Human Rights lawyer, part-time sports lawyer (for select clients only); and Lardo is running a gallery. All of their friends have already had their kids and they’re in their mid-30s. At this point they just don’t see it happening, and that’s cool. They’re not expecting kids, the kids just come to them. 

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fluff friday “food” [izusaku]

so @vesperlionheart and I decided to start up “fluff fridays” to balance out “smut mondays.” this week’s prompt is “food.” 

please feel free to leave prompts/pairings in the inbox! 

(also, I’ve been binge-watching “the great food truck race” so…yeah.)

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Leave - Get Out.

Title: Leave - Get Out.

Summary: You have the perfect life living with the Winchesters, til one night you go to the Bar with Sam and see something that changes everything, how could he do that?

Pairings: Dean x Reader & Sam x Reader Friendship.

Warnings: Swearing (Sorry!), Little bit of Fluff & Angst.

Word Count: 4100 ish. (Apparently I got carried away…)

Notes: I based this story sort of on This song. I loved this song for years, and I stumbled across it and a story came to mind! Flashbacks are in bold. I am still fairly new to this, so please please leave me some feedback! Sorry it’s kinda long, I hopefully will be doing a second part to this - let me know!

Your life is great, you lived with your two best friends in the world. Sam and Dean Winchester. Except you had an exclusive relationship with the older Winchester, and have been happily in love for the last 3 years. But with any relationship comes their problems but you always managed to fight through it. Sam knew how you felt for Dean years before you ever told him, You were growing up at Bobby’s you always saw the two Winchesters coming in and out of town every few months with their Dad. You had a crush on the younger, longer haired Winchester when you were younger, but Sam made it clear when you were both drunk one night Bobby was out and spilled your feelings to him. In typical nice guy Sam style, he was so nice about everything that you had said and it made you realise how much better off you would be as friends. You told Sam everything, even when you were crushing on his big brother.

The years went on and you permanently lived with Bobby, you loved fixing up the cars that would be in the junk yard and selling them on, giving you and Bobby some cash to play with. You enjoyed helping him out on his hunting research, occasionally answering phones for him to help out the other hunters. Sometimes even catching the Winchesters on the line, insisting they come and visit you. It was always a huge laugh when you guys did meet up. You were like a sister to the boys, and hated seeing them leave for another hunt. You had no one to tease, You even missed one sidedly flirting with Dean. Bobby would never let you actually hunt though, even though you had insisted and insisted you were tough, strong and mentally ready for it. Instead of growing up like the other girls in your town who loved shopping, partying and going to Salons, you grew up to be a total lover of Cars, Guns and Drinking. Bobby definitely raised you right in his eyes, ‘Don’t take no shit from no one, you hear me girl?’ he would say, and even when your relationship with Dean surfaced, he threatened him that if he ever broke your heart, he would kill him.

Then came the night that Sam and Dean Winchester strolled into town, you hadn’t seen them in a good 4 years and you had grown a hell of a lot in those years. It was a warm summers day and you had your radio on next to you whilst fixing up one of the cars in Bobby’s yard.


‘She’s my Cherry Pie. Cool drink of water, such a sweet surprise..’ you began to sing loudly as you drummed your fingers on the side of the car you were working on, swaying your hips to the side as you went.

’Tastes so good she make a grown man cry.’ You heard a familiar voice behind you sing as you swung yourself round, his face giving you the biggest butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

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iamwarrenspeace  asked:

Just wondering if you could recommend any Sterek fics where either Stiles and/or Derek is a chef/cook/owner of a restaurant? I've just been in a mood to read something like this!! Thanks Dearie!!!

sure thing!  ❤ ❤ ❤

  • Kiss The Cook by idyll (T, 5k) Derek’s a professional chef, and Stiles is a blogger who butchers his recipes.
  • Dos Lobos Papas Fritas Especial by lindenmae (E, 12k) Derek has dreams. These dreams revolve around his food truck, lovingly named Dos Lobos, even though the only vaguely latin food he serves is churros, and retiring far far away from the rest of the human race, especially his uncle Peter. He already has two trucks and he has the citizens of Beacon Hills, including the Sheriff, wrapped around his duck fat coated little finger. People search his truck out on Duck Fat Fridays and the Sheriff waives all parking violations in exchange for free fries. The only catch is the arrangement has to be kept secret from the Sheriff’s son, who has unfortunately just returned from college and apparently made it his singular goal to get under Derek’s skin any way he can.
  • The Pantry Trespasser by mikkimouse (T, 5k) Stiles gaped. He thought he could be forgiven; nobody should be forced to confront such hotness before their first cup of coffee.Pantry God finally seemed to realize he wasn’t alone, and looked over to Stiles, pale eyes widening behind his glasses. “Can I help you?” The words jerked Stiles out of his stupor, reminding him that Pantry God was actually Pantry Trespasser. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my pantry?”

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Note: This one was sent in by Anon-ie~ Hope you guys like it! Also, excuse the nickname I have for Yuta. (kinda new but cute, at least for me) And if anyone is wondering, I might be able to update the next chapter of “Of Mafias and Men” next week once I’m done dying from the amount of school works. Sorry if it’s taking a while. Now, on to the story!

Pairing: Yuta/ Y/N

Originally posted by nctech

The distinct sound of the doorbell rang in your apartment. And another one And another.

It was your mark, your sign, for him. It stood for the three sweetest words.

However, as much as you want to feel excited at the thought of having him over, you weren’t.

Still, you hurried to open the door.

Greeting you was Yuta’s infamous ‘healing’ smile.

“Y/N!” He greeted you as he hugged you tightly.

“Yu,” you said, returning the hug.

“I brought food!” He showed you the bags of groceries he brought for you. It would probably last you an entire week or two. However, the sight of him made you wince as you remembered the comments you read online.

“Um,” you said, avoiding his eyes. “Come on in.”

You opened the door wider to let him in. The initial excitement you had was gone.

“I made some dinner,” you said blandly as you made your way into the dining area.

As you laid down the dishes you made, you saw how Yuta’s eyes widened. Perhaps to him, it looked like a feast.

“Whoa, Y/N.” The amazement in his voice was evident. He laid down the groceries on your kitchen counter. “You didn’t have to.”

“I like cooking for you,” you said, trying to smile at him.

“Well.” Yuta took your hand and led you towards the table. He sat at one end while you were on the other. “Eat with me.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Taking a deep breath, you nodded. You can never say no to that contagious smile he had on his face.

“Okay,” you said very softly.

Itadakimasu,” Yuta said, putting his hands together before digging in.

 Just as you were about to eat, you again remembered the hate-filled comments you read online.

The relationship you had with Yuta was not a secret. It was met well by most of his fans. However, it cannot be helped that there would exist a certain number who still cannot accept what you have with him.

They left hateful comments about you on any article NCT may be featured on. You happened to read them that one time you were surfing the net.

Most of them doubted Yuta’s choice of girl, citing you weren’t pretty or cool enough for him.

These kept replaying in your head.

It was bad, really bad. 

“Y/N?” Yuta’s voice was filled with concern and it snapped you out of your negative thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

You didn’t realize you were staring at his half-eaten bowl.

Shaking your head, you replied, “Nothing.”

He set down his chopsticks. “Come on, tell me. What’s bothering you?”

Yuta’s eyes stared into your soul, trying to pull at your secrets.

“I don’t think…” you paused and bit your lower lip. Suddenly, you were unsure if you should tell him. “…I’m good enough for you.”

You whispered the last part. It was so low Yuta almost didn’t hear it.

“What?” Yuta’s brows met in confusion. “What are you talking about? Where’d you even get that idea?”

Your head drooped. “Online.”

Looking up again, you saw how Yuta’s eyes widened in realization. Then his expression turned serious.

“Y/N, please don’t listen to them.”

“But what if they’re right?”

“I don’t care what they think is right. What matters is you.”

“But I think I’m not pretty or cool enough for you,” you said weakly as a last attempt. Yuta shook his head.

“Y/N, have you even seen yourself? You may not be to them but you are beautiful to me.”

Then he stood up and went towards the groceries he brought in search of something.

When he found what he was looking for, he went back to his seat. He held up what was on his hand.

A chocolate bar.

When he tore up the wrapper, you thought he was going to give it to you.

However, Yuta bit a piece then stood up and went up to you.

When he was in front of you, he held your face and pressed his lips against yours, all the while depositing the piece of chocolate into your mouth.

The sweetness hit your tongue, something you welcome.

Yuta broke the kiss. 

“Being you is enough, Y/N,” he said as he stared into your eyes. In his eyes you saw his sincerity. “You don’t ever have to change.”

In a surge of emotions, you hugged him and whispered, “Thank you.”

When you broke the hug, you asked, “Let’s eat?”

Yuta smiled at you. “That’s my girl.”

Note: The title means “Eat.” Also, this reminded me of Zion T.’s song “꺼내 먹어요”. So, the title was taken from that song~ :D


happy birthday to exo’s flower boy maknae, oh sehun!

"and then my soul saw you and it kind of went 'oh there you are. i've been looking for you.'"

the pacific ocean is the largest ocean on earth, stretching from the top of the world, all the way to the bottom. it is 165.25 million square kilometres in area and is almost 50% of the water on this planet. boston is the capital of the state of massachusetts in the united states of america, and seoul is the capital of south korea. the distance from boston to seoul is 10933 kilometers.

you are an ocean away from me, yet i couldn’t feel closer to you.

oh sehun, i cannot fathom how much i love you. i could never count up how many times i have laughed because of you, how many times i have cried, smiled, scoffed kiddingly, felt so loved by you.

how many times you have made me feel like i am the happiest person in any given place and time, in any universe, in any existing dimension.

oh sehun, you are my angel and there is nothing i would never do for you. you are the most loveliest soul i have ever laid my eyes on, despite the fact that your soul has never been in front of my eyes ever. there is something to be said about love that is somewhere along the lines of the insanely absolute bliss and ecstasy you feel when you have fallen in it. how much can i possibly stress how perfect you are? how could i ever possibly give all the love i have ever received from you? because you radiate so much love. you have so much love.

love is something so strange and artificial but so natural and strong at the same time. some declare that they don’t need it, that they’re too good for it, but the truth is love is everywhere. love moves us forward and love makes us better people because where would we be if all there was in this universe was hate? and oh sehun, you have given me so much love, i have suffocated.

do you see where i’m going? because i can’t. sehun, there are so many people in this world and the next who love you. and you always say you love us back, which i believe you truly genuinely do, so where does that put each individual fan, where does that put me? i am literally just going nowhere with this, i’m just spitting words out, but sehun, there could no truer statement about you from me other than i love you

it’s madness, i swear. i’ve never met you before! i’ve never met you before. and you have no idea i exist. you have no idea who i am, my age, where i live, my family and friends, my interests or my favorite foods. you don’t know what my guilty pleasure movies are, or tv shows. the books i love read and all the nostalgia in my life. you don’t that i’ve spent countless hours in my room just staring at posters of you, just listening to the albums i buy that when i receive i hope it’s your photocard. that so many of the tears i shed are for you. how you make my heart feel love as endless as space.

you have no clue i am a living breathing soul just like you are yet you have saved me in any which way possible a person can be saved.

"if i could give you one thing in life, i would give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me."

eyes are something so unpredictable, aren’t they? i can see something one way but you can see it a completely opposite way. except it is the same exact thing. i suppose many people how their own ways of seeing you, sehun. i know other people love you, sehun. other fans love you so much… but as cliché as this sounds, i truly believe no one loves you… like i love you. i have no clue how i came to see you like this. because i swear, you are one of the best things in my life in this crazy, love-filled, forward new modern world we live in.

you are the best parts of all my favorite songs, oh sehun. that is a poem from a book of poems i keep by my bed. it is filled with so beautiful poems that when you read it, it is like the words are reading themselves to you and like they are speaking to you as the voice of the one you are attached to. i’m rambling, i know. but i don’t know how else i could ever tell you i love you. oh sehun, if you were a book, you would be the most beautiful story ever written.

the red string of fate originates from east asian, used in chinese and japanese legends. it is a belief that two people are tied to each end of the string and that they are destined to be together, that it is their fate to end up together. that the red string of fate, if one person were to walk forward, the one on the other end would fall towards them. is it insane to pray that you are on the end of my string?

oh sehun, even if i was ever able to meet you, to watch exo in concert or go to kcon (i wish), i would be so confused as to what to do because i would want to cry and bawl and sob and have you sit there for hours listening to me explaining to you how much i love you and how i had only ever seen you, this angel, on a computer screen, or a phone or television screen, and only hear your voice in songs and on shows and radios, and how i thought we could be soulmates but that that rationale is so dumb and how i have spent hours just staring at posters and crying so ugly about you and exo and listening to albums and having my heart break at the point of nostalgia and wishing how i could meet the 12 angels who have shaped me into my soul and how i finally did and how i have spent countless nights laying in bed in complete darkness and silence thinking of how i am 100% sure you and exo are angels sent to us from heaven or how you are angels regardless and how you are the best parts of my favorite songs.

honestly, i would cry so fucking hard in front of you, in front of exo. unfortunately, i am not so strong of a person, but please understand, sehun, that i love you so much.

it’s incredible, the simple power of human love. i truly believe that it is the strongest force on earth, able to move the tallest of mountains and the cruelest of people. and to love you is something i cherish so much. you are our sweethearts and i couldn’t ever speak for everybody but oh sehun, we love you so much with all our hearts.

i don’t know who came up with the concepts of angels, and time, and love. maybe the angels came from the bible, and time came from scientists, and love came naturally but oh sehun, you are the most beautiful angel ever. and you made me fall so hard in love with you i think you broke my heart while doing so.

if i ever lost you, i think i would die.

maybe not literally die, but i don’t know who i would be anymore. and i don’t know how i would lose you, but i don’t ever want to.

aside from the sad, oh sehun, you are such an amazing dancer. i swear you were born from the ocean. i swear you are so beautiful. i swear i love you the way the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.

at any given time, i swear i will love you. i will love you because loving you is so easy, so natural. because falling in love with you was like falling asleep; slowly bit by bit and then all at once. (i don’t even like that book at all though!)

i know i could never write out my soul to you in some amateur letter i typed out while listening to sad love songs, but i want you to know, oh sehun, that i love you. i love you so much. i love you so much with all my heart. and that today, april 12 2014 is 20 years after the day you were born, a day i am so thankful for. i thank your parents for having you, and i thank them for keeping you healthy while growing up. i thank you, sehun, for going out to eat ddeokbokki with your friends after school and i thank the sm agent who chased after you because they wanted you to audition. i thank you for auditioning and sm for debuting you in exo, one of the greatest gifts to anybody ever. i thank you, oh sehun, for all your unconditional love you have given us. i thank my parents for having me, for keeping me healthy so that i could be here today. i thank god and buddah and jesus and allah and brahman and heaven oh my gosh i don’t know but i thank them for bringing you to me. because where have you been all my life? because i swear i have loved you since the start of time. and i will love you until the end of time.

happy birthday, oh sehun. i pray everyday that i will always love you, and that one day, you will know that. i pray everyday that maybe in another universe, you love me as much as i love you, and that you’ll always be healthy and happy. i pray for so much hahah. ♡ i love you so much with all my heart, my hoonie my goonie, my angel! ♡ happy birthday. :D ♡

"and i'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, i'd find you and i'd choose you."

persianpersimmon  asked:

Salam! :) I've been studying a bit of the Persian language and culture and I'm particularly fascinated with the phenomenon of Tarof. Would you mind sharing your thoughts on that?

Hello lovely, the minute I saw this I said, I’m going to wait till end of term to answer this because WHAT AN AWESOME QUESTION. 

Shirazi people are the MOST tarof-y people there are so you’ve come to the right place. Tarof wow… I literally don’t even know how to begin. It’s a form of Persian etiquette, something we pretty much all do to be polite. It’s a social norm. You’ve seen how ‘flowery’ Persian language is. It’s very soft to the ears and the words are soft to the soul, yes - I just said that cheesy line. But it’s true. It’s hard to sound harsh when you speak Farsi. I feel like that’s a reflection of the culture and the culture is the reflection of the language. 

Basic Taarof scenario would go like this:

Person A: Would you like to eat anything?

Person B: No thank you so much for offering, I’m fine!

Person B hasn’t eaten in three days and is dying.

Person A: Are you sure? Please, have some pistachios. My mother just brought them from Iran!

Person B: Oh no, honestly. I don’t want to trouble you. 

Person B is having a hypoglycaemic attack and is actually diabetic too

Person A: Oh please! For my sake! Please just try one thing! 

Person B: Oh ok fine, just just so you don’t get upset and you’ve gone through the trouble I’ll take one pistachio. 

Person B cries internal tears of joy at the first taste of food in three days. 

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bad writing is good writing

okay so I’m really young compared to the people doing this but that’s alright

original post by @wsswatson

this post is long as hell

2005 (age 6)
I’m estimating on that date, but I’ve been writing stories all my life and this was the first “””””””””book””””””” (basically someone gave me like 8 blank pages bound together) and I wrote a story about a girl who makes friends with the dolphins at a museum and sneaks back at night to play with them until her mom finds out. I wrote it in marker…

The only quote I remember from it is this:
“She did a gulp.”

2007 (age 8)
By now I had discovered Word and was writing on short documents when I had the free time. I tried to write a rip-off Harry Potter novel about a girl named Clara who finds out she’s a witch and goes via plane to a magic school. I have no records of this thank god but I do still have the notebook in which I wrote 40 pages of a LOTR rip-off called Questeye. The best friends (actually literally modeled after me and a girl named Roxanne) find their families enslaved by goblins (orcs) and have to…go find something…?

I have no quotes from it but…you can imagine.

2008 (age 9)
Fourth grade! awww. This is when I wrote fucking constantly in these really pretty journals mom would buy for me. I have all of them still.

The Slave’s Daughter
“Oy! Why can’t ye do it?” my mom grumbled. “It’s noon. Dinner. Then, I get a start on supper. Potatoes and stew tonight. Shouldn’t be too hard to sneak.” he replied. [who is ‘he’?] “Hey, I’ll do it,” I offered. “How hard can it be?”

(oh god, I also started this up again in 6th grade??)
Anyway, now that there’s no one to earn money, I now have to transfer to a public school, dropping out of my expensive, private, all-girls school. What a horrible time to transfer–in the middle of fifth grade. Stupid dad.

Rebecca was one of those people who know they look good, but pretend they don’t. All the cheerleaders will hate her, and every guy on the football team will want to date her. As for me, I’ll just watch. I’m one of those people who are just plain weird, but doesn’t care. Yet all the guys seem to like me.
(I managed to cram like five different misogynistic middle school tropes into one paragraph)

“But its not a nickname! My name is Anna Lee. That’s what’s on my birth certificate! That’s what everyone calls me!” my anger was escalating, and I didn’t care if I got in trouble. All I knew is that I hates this man in front of me.
(at least some things never change)

2010 (age 11)
This was fifth and sixth grade oh dear god and the end of my journal phase

The Meadow is where the leader of the Hunt blows his horn to call to the Nature Clan. This is the only sighting and even acknowledgment of the other Clan that is allowed to happen. It’s a beautiful place, with a smooth pond of clear blue water filled to the brim. The grass is an emerald green, rising to your ankles (that’s saying a lot, since spirits are generally a few feet taller than the average human) and the trees seem to sparkle with dew that never dries up. the best part of the Meadow are the flowers. No two flowers are the same color, or the same kind. They sparkle too, but with eternal frost, all around the edges of the petals. When the sun comes and shines on them, it throws a rainbow of light to arch over you. The leader of the Hunt comes here once a year, to make the Nature Clan aware of the Hunt. The Meadow is truly gorgeous, but not quite the taste of a Sky Clan Warrior, Warrior of the Eagle.

2012 (age 13)
Seventh grade…

“If you were to look beneath the untidy wisp of hair that blew about his forehead, you would see into his eyes. You would see the tired look of the elderly, that was only natural, but you would also see something that you might not have seen much before, the same something that most lack.”

·Order something neat. The food you order says everything. This is a classic tip and I still feel the need to repeat it. God forbid you order the lobster, you get it and they tell you that they’re out of the lobster tools, so you’re desperately trying to look alluring while cracking a lobster shell and fishing out the meat with your knife. Of course it turns out your date ordered the Caesar salad.  

“I blame myself. I hope I don’t forever blame myself, for it is the worst feeling I've ever felt. He gave everything for me; each shot that cracked the still air was for me. Each pair of eyes that he watched the light leave was for me, each cry of pain, each early rise, each General’s order, each distant explosion. All for me.”

2013 (age 14)

“The clicking of your heels is louder now, and the walls of the stone cold buildings throw your sound around faster and faster. Each time it passes through you it racks your body and you wonder how something you’re making can hurt you so much, but your heels keep clicking and you wonder why you don’t just stop.”

“Some sick twist of fate–some arrow shot by a hateful Cupid–some beautiful monster brought us together.” jeeeeeesus christ.

ALSO short snippet of some horrible Hinny/Romione fic: 
It was a slow, sweet kiss, not too much tongue (but still some, Harry Potter did not do things half-ass), not like the one Ginny had unleashed on him the other night after his proposal.
“Awh, that’s so sweet,” a dreamy voice sounded behind them.

2014 (age 15)
Around this time, right at the start of 9th grade, I watched Sherlock for the first time and I was like ok I see what this “fanfiction” is now so I got into both. This is the year of bad fanfiction turning to okay fanfiction.

The Happenings of Engagement
Rose, for example, along with her younger brother Hugo, were not let in view of the wealthy London streets without looking their best; like exemplary young children. She could not have dirt on her face, hands or in her hair when other families came to visit, and she must always wear the dresses her grandmother gives her when she comes to stay.
For the Grangers had a reputation to uphold. It was all about who you knew and who respected you in 19th century Britain, and the Grangers were very high up in society’s standards.
“Come, Rose, let’s clean you up. We have visitors today for you! Isn’t that exciting?”

John Watson vividly remembers eating eggs as yellow as his school uniform when he first heard about the Holmes.
“John, have you met our new neighbors yet?”
John looked up from his eggs, surprised. Since when did they have new neighbors? He could tell by his mother’s tone, however, that she had already met them. She was not fishing for information; she was much more insistent when she was. What she was doing now was the classic Holly Watson way of turning a question into a direction. He hated it almost as much as he hated the color of his school uniform.

Killer Queen
Sherlock stood rooted to the spot, watching in amazement as John Watson came barreling out of the bathroom with ridiculous shades on, dressed in dark jeans and a button down–where the hell did he get that fedora–and singing only slightly more dramatically than Queen into a wooden spoon.

Okay and then I went to a writing camp at Duke University:

You had always been a vision in pale yellow under the lights
Closeness was a formality
Closeness came our fourth year together when we literally could not separate
Closeness was a blessing even though neither of us really believed in blessings

Now I’m just combining everything into this: writing I’m proud of

2014/15 (15/16/almost 17 years old)
Most all of this is fanfiction…

Then Potter found him crying, and the universe condensed into that cold tiled bathroom, Harry breathless and wide-eyed in the grimy mirror behind him and Draco’s heart stopping for the longest second of his life as he fought the urge to cry for help.
And the resulting fight tore at the edges of his frayed nerves, his already ruptured soul and as he lay bleeding on the floor, Harry helpless and bewildered beside him, Draco felt his heart break and he told himself he had never hated anybody more, and he believed it.

The Pauli Exclusion Principle
Holy shit, this man was the big leagues. He looked like a model, in all seriousness, something right out of some posh men’s catalogue. He also looked rich as hell, but that was beside the point. Mostly. John did still have quite a large tuition.

For Every Action
For every action, he says, there must be an equal and opposite reaction—and Harry Potter, after that night, was a firm believer in cosmic balance.

Consequences of Redemption
“In the end it was the most arbitrary thing,” Draco answered, still with the ghost of a bemused smile on his lips. “All that deliberation and fear and oppression, and it came down to…I don’t know, some sort of gross sentimentality.”
“A gross sentimentality,” Harry repeated blankly.
“Yeah, Potter. You.”

The Best Man
“So,” he brought up conversationally at Ron and Hermione’s later that night, all of them safely two drinks in, “have either of you received an invitation to Draco Malfoy’s wedding?”

SO I’m gonna stop there……’re welcome……

At some point before I leave for college I’ll probably write an actual fucking story that I can legally publish but until then…a link to my AO3 is on my blog ;)))))))))