this is how it went down in canon

  • Alfred: Yes Master Damian, it's true that Superman has a son. Why do you ask?
  • Damian: no reason. it just seems right that much like father, Gordon, and Drake that i rightfully own my own Kryptonian.
  • Alfred: No master Damian, they don't own them. They are friends with them.
  • Damian: ..... There's a difference?
  • Alfred: ..... With you, no i suppose not.
  • Damian: excellent. If you need me, I'll be in the batcave researching my own Kryptonian.

me: is having a pretty decent day

my mind: we know for a canon fact that keith and lance have their rooms next to each other. how many times do you think keith (post shiro disappearance) has woken up with a nightmare in the middle of the night, breathing heavily, looking for someone to calm him down? how many times do you think he went out of his room to stand in front of lance’s door, pondering whether to knock or not and ask him for some comfort. how many times do you think lance has heard his footsteps in front of his door and has gotten up of bed, standing on the other side of the door, waiting for keith to make a move. how many times do you think none of them has done anything.

me: what the fuck

do you ever just have that one hyperactive lab partner who insists that making shit explode is way cooler than whatever experiment you’re supposed to be doing and you just agree wholeheartedly well that’s exactly how i imagine piper and leo’s friendship first bloomed in canon and here’s how it went down in a hogwarts au scenario

anyway this is old i drew it like a month ago enjoy

anonymous asked:

*whipsers* im new in the voltron fandom and im really confused. who is Mothman?

Alrighty Anon, so this is a question I see asked/reflected in a LOT of the tags whenever I post Meithman, and as a result, I’ve actually been meaning to make a post to explain it as best I can for those folks! SO I GUESS THIS IS A GREAT OPPORTUNITY TO ACTUALLY DO IT!

The “who” is just as important, however, as the “why,” and to be frank, the “why” isn’t super clear to me, and when I go digging deeper, I feel like Tumblr isn’t actually showing all the results when I search for the truth! (CONSPIRACY!)  So my information is a) not 100% certain, and b) I can’t back it up to give credit where credit is due to whoever made the first, shall we say, “connections” in building this piece of fandom lore, such as it is. I’d love to know as much as anyone!

AN ILLUSTRATED GUIDE, no longer with deep-digging stripes required, by semi-popular demand!


So first off, is the answer to your ACTUAL question: WHO IS MOTHMAN?

Essentially, Mothman can perhaps best be summed up as an urban legend/cryptid with no actual canon connection to the Voltron show. That’s right, you’re not crazy, you didn’t miss something glaringly obvious! (OR DID YOU.)

[An artist’s interpretation.]

From the Wikipedia article on Mothman, “In West Virginia folklore, the Mothman is a legendary creature reportedly seen in the Point Pleasant area from November 12, 1966, to December 15, 1967. The first newspaper report was published in the Point Pleasant Register dated November 16, 1966, titled “Couples See Man-Sized Bird … Creature … Something”. The national press soon picked up the reports and helped spread the story across the country.“

[What a fantastic headline!]

There were various Mothman sightings back around ‘66-’67 or so, etc, etc, and while many of those sightings are suspected of being hoaxes or misattributions of perfectly normal phenomena (as well as tricksters), the sightings were also sometimes said to precede catastrophic events, etc., leading to the additional conspiracy theory of the of a prophetic element, popularized in John A. Keel’s 1975 book, “The Mothman Prophecies,” made into a movie in 2002. (One such “linked” disaster being the collapse of the Silver Bridge, which included the very real, very tragic loss of many lives.) IIRC some conspiracy theory-type TV shows postulated that Mothman kind of “came” to the town and revealed itself as something of a warning that something bad was about to happen, while others believed Mothman somehow caused the disasters. (Ah, good old conspiracy theory TV…)

Now, with all this unrelated-to-Voltron stuff in mind, the next logical question you might be asking would, of course, be: WHY MOTHMAN?

And it’s a great one! And I’ll be honest, I probably know about as well as you do - my own assumptions are merely that: assumptions. Like most people, I saw the art/tags/head-canons and went, “…What…?” I kind of pieced together what I assume is the reasoning for how it came to be on my own - so my explanation could be spot on, or it could be way off - but I’ve seen similar opinions reflected elsewhere, so I’m fairly confident that my best guess is at least somewhat relevant to why this all came together.

[Keith reveals his chef d’oeuvre at Gallery Desert Shack, June 10th, 2016.]

Honestly, it largely comes down to Keith’s S1E1 living situation and preoccupations. Living alone in a shack in the desert, tracking conspiracies on a cork board, linked together with COLOURED FLIPPIN’ YARN FOR CRYING OUT LOUD! (And tied in weensy bows! uwu)

So, from there, if you narrow down conspiracy theorist!Keith a bit and you come to him searching, specifically, for the Blue Lion, which, on its own, basically sounds like a cryptid (cryptids, of course, being creatures who cannot be/have not been proven or disproven by science. Well-known examples include the Loch Ness Monster, Sasquatch, Yeti, etc.).  After all, a blue lion sounds about as likely as Bigfoot, right?

[Collective groan]

Conspiracy theorist!Keith, not too surprisingly, is often paired with conspiracy theorist!Pidge, who similarly was preoccupied with the conviction that there were aliens puttering about, having a good old chin-wag about something called Voltron, and that said aliens were, in some way, possibly connected to the disappearance of the Kerberos crew, etc.

So. Conspiracy Theorist!Keith begets General Cryptid-Seeking!Keith. You follow?

(Somewhat unrelated, but while you’re here - along a similar vein, Lance, whilst skeptical of all of this, latches on later to the idea that the Castle-Ship is haunted, which, when you float them all together, makes for a really fun paranormal investigation team AU! I like to think Hunk would be really into gemology, Allura would have some possible psychic ability, and Coran would be in charge of setting up the technical experiments & baseline tests,  while Shiro would be the resident skeptic with a dark past/experience he refuses to admit was real. GOOD TIMES! But nobody asked about my random AU head-canons…)

[Honestly, THAT LIL’ BOW IS CANON. I DIDN’T ADD IT. CHECK FOR YOURSELF! KEEF TIED WEE BOWS!] 

So then, why exactly did anyone arrive at focusing on Mothman specifically? I’m… not really sure. D: It’s something I’d lovet to know; I’ve tried to look into it, but, as I said, Tumblr doesn’t want me to know. Maybe because Mothman toes the line between being considered a cryptid and an alien? (There are UFO theories as well as cryptid theories regarding Mothy.) Idk.  I’m pretty sure someone (I don’t know who, I’d source if I knew for certain) just kind of latched onto cryptid-seeking Keith, it evolved specifically towards a fascination with Mothman in particular, and then before you know it, other people followed suit, and then there were posts and art about Mothman’s fantastic abs, and it escalated. (Or maybe it didn’t really escalate. I don’t actually see a lot of Meithman content these days… What a loss…)

There is this line: “It’s like something… some energy was telling me to search. […] Each [carving] tells a slightly different story about a blue lion… but they all share clues, leading to some event, some arrival happening last night.”

This could be a reason as to why Mothman might have been the cryptid of focus - the prophecy connection. But I feel like this is perhaps grasping…? It could have been that someone just kinda said, “Mothman,” and it stuck. (Or, as with the Meithman valentine I posted the other day, MAYBE IT’S A MOTH-TO-A-FLAME ATTRACTION JOKE? A+ if so. If not, I feel blessed anyway. What a perfect OTP.)


I also like to think this lil’ carving of Voltron’s silhouette could be said to vaaaaguely resemble Mothman. At least in so far as it also does not really resemble Voltron either. Let’s be real though; it could also be a very distinguished looking Kaltenecker.

Anyway, fast-forward a bit through the random conception of this, and Keith pining for Mothman is suddenly a… thing… understood and accepted (well, accepted, anyway) by a large segment of the fandom, VERY MUCH NOT UNDERSTOOD by another segment, and for other people, whichever side of it they’re on, it just confuses them anyway. The fandom, therefore, is suddenly left with the pairing that, by and large, seems to be colloquially accepted as “Meithman” (though I have also seen “Meith,” “Keithman,” and “help how tf do I tag this?”).

 AND THERE YOU HAVE IT. My BEST-GUESS NOT-SO-DEFINITIVE GUIDE TO HOW MEITHMAN MAY HAVE COME TO BE, UNSOURCED AND UNRELIABLE!

I’ve been meaning to do this for a while, so thanks for asking, Anon! I hope this has been enlightening and entertaining, if not precisely helpful!

“TT, Cliche...”

Head-canons of Damian Wayne liking his BFF(the reader) and not knowing what to do about it 

Requested: Yes 

Request: “ Could you do some headcanons of Damian and him liking his BFF and not knowing what to do about it?” 


So here’s how it went down: 

-He was the last to find out (ABOUT HIS OWN FUCKING FEELINGS) *facepalms* 

-You two were extremely close, yes, but over the past few months he began to hold you at an esteem as high as he held Alfred (not insulting you anymore, MENTIONING YOU OUTSIDE OF CRIME FIGHTING, TRUSTING YOU ENOUGH TO TELL YOU ALL HIS SECRETS, BEGINNING TO STUTTER AND FUMBLE WHENEVER HE WAS NEAR YOU IN APPARENT AWKWARDNESS

-that’s when the boys new somethin WAS UP. (Spying on him and you whenever you visited the manor, searching through his belongings and his sketchbook) 

-THEY KNEW RIGHT OFF THE BAT WHEN THEY SAW SKETCHES OF YOU IN HIS BOOK (Tim took an L for the team and compromised his very safety in order to retrieve this classified information [DAMIAN BROKE THIS POOR BOY’S FOREARM WITH A BASEBALL BAT])

-once Jason and Dick began to pester him about said sketches of you he began to suggest you two meet out of the manor instead (AND BRUCE HEARD AND WAS LIKE, BOY WHY YOU ACTING SO SUSPICIOUS YOU NEVER HIDE COLLIN OR JON FROM YOUR BROTHERS) 

-the next time you two did meet at the library he caught his father and brothers spying and got so flustered and overall frustrated with the situation that he lashed out at you and said he never wanted to see you again (YOU LEFT PISSED) 

-he went back home that night and couldn’t think straight, he was in a funk and his crime fighting even slacked -at one point he told dick he felt like he was gonna be sick (so Dick took him out back behind the building they’d fought thugs in that night while Bruce and Tim went back to the manor) 

- “It smells like LAVENDER!! WHY THE HELL DOES IT SMELL LIKE LAVENDER!! SHE’S NOT EVEN HERE HOW CAN IT… *gAGS* (mistakes the drop in his stomach for sickness, smells you everywhere, thinks of your face and the dropping feeling hits him even harder) 

-he just falls to his knees trying to gag dry heaving and Grayson is just standing there like this poor kid IS SO FUCKING CLUELESS  

- “Grayson, I-I th- I Think I’ve developed a.. a fondness for (Y/N).” 

- “Well it took you long enough to realize”

I started watching the lazy town stage play(s?) and here’s what I’ve gleaned so far:

-its a fucking trip for starters 

-Srsly I have no idea what the fuck is going on

-is this like…meant for kids? Adults??? What’s happening here?????

-because all the kids are played by adults but that doesn’t make the upskirt shots of Stephanie and her tiny ass dress any less weird

-or that time íþró broke into Pixel’s house or grabbed Trixie’s hair (not that she didn’t deserve it but jesus)

-Trixie, by the way, is a fucking bitch

-Stingy on the other hand is like…kind of a putz? Idk I haven’t seen the whole thing yet

-why are they always singing about piss

-oh my god that reminds me. Glanni. Where do I even fucking start

-I see why ppl characterize him as a sauve pretty mettaton-type character but he seems like the kind of guy who lives in the trash and wears mismatched stuff he reclaimed from a dumpster, maybe after tossing some glitter on it

-I mean he owns it, he’s clearly king bitch of trash mountain here but…still

-I guess he appearently killed flowers by how bad he smells

-he also poisoned the town or something??? I’m not at that part yet

-Damn Glanni chill the fuck out that’s intense. This is a children’s show. I think

-its extra weird bc Robbie Rotten is like Dr. Doofinshmirtz evil. He thinks he’s the devil but clearly he’s the towns lovable minor inconvenience at best. Glanni would stab a man over the last McDonald’s fry at the bottom of the bag

-the thing is he’s also a total dork like Robbie tho and I wish ppl played that up a bit more too. He’s like Bill Cipher-ish in his ability to be both threatening and a petty dumb goober 

-Petty. He’s so petty. God. I love him. 

-that hat. I would mug him for that hat 

-speaking of hats…íþró…what the fuck are you wearing

-that doesn’t match at all what the fuck its like bright orange

-I’m sorry íþró Sporty has a way better uniform thing going. It looks like he’s wearing a race car; you look like you rummaged through the Halloween costume bargain bin at the thrift store on November first 

-(in cause you’re wondering why I just call him íþró but used the dipthong I was dedicated enough to look up the Icelandic language wiki page and download the Icelandic language keyboard but I’m too lazy to either write out his full name or copy paste it atm so this is what y'all get. That’s all you need to know about my personality btw I feel)

-(anyway back to dragging him)

-ngl the boyo is cute. He’s not as pure as Sporty but he’s still pretty pure and it hurts me 

-that mustache tho

-Appearently the guy who plays him also wrote the damn thing and created the lazytown tv series so I’ve gotta ask… is this whole thing just so Magnus can do some sick kick flips and shit. Like did he write this entire thing around him showing off his hella parkour skills. I need answers here

-íþró’s name appearently means “sports elf” like that’s his name

-ngl when I first started reading lazytown fic I thought ppl made that up but everyone just accepted it as canon, like the lotr elves having pointy ears or Suzumiya Haruni being god. I just thought that was fanon

-nope. Dudes literally a “sports elf” whatever the fuck that is

-Fae!Robbie and Glanni is appearently fanon tho. Bummer. It would explain a lot

-um…damn I’m not super far in. I’ve just seen little bits and pieces to get a feel of what’s going on

-Glanni literally threw away text books I’m…wtf

-actually what the fuck is his motivation btw I mean Robbie just wants everyone to shut up because he’s a raging insolmniac who lives under this noisy ass town, and if some guy in a blue tracksuit and a night cap jumped around me like a hyperactive jackrabbit and told me to eat a vegetable id hate him too. Whys Glanni so bent out of shape

-Glanni is a good meower 

-the mayhem town gang…what….

-what’s with the weird bird puppet

-he went from throwing away text books and vegetables to poisoning people? Glanni calm the fuck down 

-the visual effects are like? Really good?? Just like the series???

-pixel being white is weirding me out btw

-I relate to all versions of pixel tho as it turns out. Fuck going outside. I can watch tv AND write. im doing it right now 

-the remote belt is great btw. I need me one

-omg I love how that meme about sportacus jumping out of the tv to tell you to go outside is canon tho

-*íþró jumps out of my screen and crushes my skull between his athletic thighs, killing me instantly*

The timeline for SWTOR has always been wonky considering how fast everything seems to go, but thanks to some canon dates we know the prologue thru the end of Ziost is about 5 years, and that the Outlander is frozen for another 5.

Thanks to Quinn’s immpecible need for detail and consistancy, he informs a SW Outlander that its been 6 years, 8 months, and 12 days since they seperated, thus I presume he counts starting from the day that Marr’s ship went down.

That helps frame the length of time over which KotFE/KotET occur, about a year and a half, allowing for several months of slow rebuilding before the War for Iokath.

With a year and a half to play with, Im inclined to say KotFE took a significant chunk of that because they needed to literally and metaphorically build the Alliance, along with the month it must have been for 3 people and a droid to fix/clean the Gravestone enough so it was spaceflight-worthy. Vaylin’s reign was likely short and brutal, only a few months, cause unlike with Arcaan, the Alliance could go head to head with her basically from the get-go.

The canon dates we have are (per Wookiepedia):
▪The Sith Empire returns and sparks galactic War - 3681 BBY (28 BTC)
▪Treaty of Coruscant - 3653 BBY (0 ATC)
▪The start of the class missions 3643 (10 ATC)
▪End of the Cold War, return to open warfare - 3642 BBY (11 ATC)
▪Invasion by the Eternal Empire - 3637 BBY (16 ATC)
▪Outlander freed, beginings of the Alliance - 3632 BBY (21 ATC)
▪Ending Arcann’s and subsequently Vaylin’s reigns - 3631 BBY (22 ATC)

Which gives us a 12 year time frame from story start to end.

So Id be inclined to break it fully down as:

▪10 ATC: Prologue thru end of Chp 1
▪11 ATC: Chp 2 (Including the Revan-related FPs) *Note: the War is reignited by the SW destroying the War Trust and Baras’ ascension to the Dark Council
▪12 ATC: Chp 3 thru Ilum
▪13 ATC: RotHC, Oricon
▪14 ATC: Forged Alliances
▪15 ATC: Rishi thru Ziost
▪16-21 ATC: Outlander Frozen, Arcann invades and subjugates the galaxy
▪21 ATC: Building the Alliance thru taking down Arcann
▪22 ATC: Taking down Vaylin thru the War for Iokath

And all this is give or take a few months depending on which class story you played. And that time-frame works with the what Quinn tells us, so the war of Iokath is there at the end of 22 ATC or thereabouts.

now that i’ve had some time to get some rest and calm myself down, i just wanted to collect my thoughts. 

bex is not the creator. i love love love bex and im really proud of the way she handled herself, but as she said herself, the canonical ages are hazy. she doesn’t know any more about them than what we’ve been told, so she went the safe route - and how she personally feels about them - and reiterated what was said in that video that we’ve all seen. That does not mean that the ages aren’t still up for interpretation. As far as I’m concerned, until the ages are stated in the show, they aren’t canon. Because that’s how canon works. 

i’m still unabashedly a sheith shipper. because the ages are hazy, i am allowed to come to my own conclusion about what they are. Aside from the fact that if you 18 or older you are above the age of consent in my state, I don’t view Shiro as 25. In my opinion he is around 22 and Keith is around 19. This is not a “problematic” age gap and is something that I often see when I’m at school.

and, just a note to leave off on: your experiences are not universal. neither are mine. i understand that an age gap of even three years might make some people uncomfortable. but please, do me a favor and understand that this logic goes both ways. there are people who see this type of age gap every day in their lives and don’t see it as anything but normal. everyone deserves respect. so lets begin by understanding that different people experience life in different ways.

Breaking... Ch.2

A/N: Part two is finally done and it’s pretty long! I have no idea how to make links so if someone could message me and tell me how that would be apreciated ;-; Once I figure that out I’ll put one to part one on here so that no one has to go through my blog. Anyways I hope you enjoy! Here’s all the people who asked to be tagged, if you would also like to be tagged then just shoot me a message and I’ll add you in the next part! @iamnotthrowingawaymyshit @renae-writes 

ok this is my attempt at trying to link this to part one

Part one

Word count: 3965 (oh)

Warnings: Anxiety/Panic attacks, allusions to sexual assault, more cursing(there will never not be curing)


Breaking Promises

             There was no way, this was literally physically impossible. No Y/N, what are you crazy?  Of course you didn’t travel back in time! There had to be some sort of explanation to this! Yet for some reason you couldn’t help your mind wander to that possibility. What if you had actually gone back in time? How would that even be possible? What are the consequences to you being here? How much have you changed by just breathing where you weren’t supposed to? More pressing, how would you get back if this was all real? This couldn’t be real, maybe you fell in some weird coma dream after that guy shot you. Hell maybe you were dead. You hadn’t even noticed how tight you were clutching your chest, how heavy and painful your breathing was.

             Everyone had their eyes glued to you, Eliza was holding onto your shoulders to help you stand. Angie and the two little boys looked scared about what was happening. Alexander looked like he was trying to keep his composure but his eyes were searching for answers. You could see their lips moving but it took a few moments before you could actually hear them. Eliza’s voice flooded over you first, it sounded diluted, almost washed out.

“Y/N! Dear, you’re safe, you have nothing to fear.” Her voice snapped you back slightly, only enough to the point where you could actually look at her. She was simply glad that you were finally being responsive.

“Yes, that’s it now. I am here, we are here. I’m going to count; focus on what I’m saying. Un, deux, trois, quatre, cinq, six, sept, huit, neuf…” She kept going, your head bobbing ever so slightly to the numbers but every time you thought you were about to calm down another thought came to mind. What if I really am dead? If I’m not, then how do I get back home? Can I even get home? Am I stuck here for the rest of my life?! Eliza looked over at Alexander frantically, he looked you in the eyes as his voice replaced Eliza’s. His was more clear than Eliza’s was.

“Miss Y/N, if you can hear me I would like to ask you to please nod your head.” You were able to do so and nodded slowly, a small bit of relief could be seen in his eyes.

“Very good, now take a deep breath with me.” He breathed in and you were able to shakily follow along. Eliza joined in with her husband, her voice was no longer hushed like it was before. Her voice was soft and comforting, she was a mother after all. A good one too if we’re being historically accurate. She was able to guide you through breathing well enough as to where you no longer were shaking, that was good. You fixed your posture and Eliza loosened her grip on you, for the first time in who knows how long you were able to speak.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” Your voice was feeble and weak, everyone’s gazes softened.

“Do not worry dear, you have nothing to apologize for.” Eliza said reassuringly.

“I have not seen anyone react to anything like that since the war. I do not know exactly what I said that upset you, but you should not be sorry, if anything I am sorry.” Alexander stated, his eyes completely focused on you to ensure that you wouldn’t regress.  You nodded along, your head aching, not quite the same way it was earlier but still debilitating. You rubbed your forehead with the palm of your hand before taking one last deep breath. Okay, this is real, at least in some capacity it is. I really don’t want to think I’m dead so I should put that thought on hold for now. I’m standing in front of Alexander Hamilton, the very first Secretary of Treasury, the guy on the $10 bill. If I really have gone back in time, then I have to be careful. I could literally change all of history if I meddle around at all, hell even existing here is probably screwing everything up. Stupid Butterfly Effect. You made a silent promise to yourself to not break history; it was probably for the best anyway.

             Opening your eyes, you saw Alexander and Eliza standing in front of you with worried eyes and downturned lips. These people, they don’t know who you are or how bad is it that you’re there. They don’t know anything about you and yet they treat you like a dear friend. You at the very least needed to thank them.

“Mr. and Mrs.…Hamilton I, I just wanted to say thank you for helping me, you know, calm down. That hasn’t exactly happened in a while…” You weren’t lying, it’s been a long time since you had a freak out like that. Not since graduation if I’m remembering correctly.

“My dear, there is no need to thank us. But you seem to be under a lot of stress, perhaps you need to take a break?” Eliza asked. Are we running away for the summer to go upstate? Shit, Y/N this is not the time for musical references! Pull yourself together! You allow yourself a moment to scream internally before responding.

“That won’t be necessary, I’ll be fine in just a second. Maybe we could sit down or something?” Wow that sounded dumb. Nice job trying to deflect yourself from the situation!

“Yes, perhaps that’s-“ Alexander started to speak before he was interrupted by a familiar, female voice.

“My apologies Mr. and Mrs. Hamilton but I wanted to inform you of Philip’s arrival…” Rachel locked eyes with you. “Miss Y/N! What’s wrong, did something happen?” She asked worriedly. She was standing in front of the now open front door, you could hear the sound wheels and some odd clacking from outside.

“Yeah, I’m fine Rachel, don’t worry.” You smiled at her meekly. Just as you were finishing your sentence a figure stepped up behind Rachel. He slid past her in the door way and his eyes scanned the room, his gaze finally fell onto you.

“Ah, Philip! Back later than usual aren’t we my son?” Alexander interjected with slight suspicion. Eliza patted him lightly on the arm before smiling at the young man making his way towards us. Wait… Philip? As in Philip Hamilton, the ray of sunshine in the midst of darkness? The sweet sunshine boy!

“There he is! My drop of sunshine! How was class today, love?” Eliza beamed. Oh praise we were right! The name is canon! His eyes never left you as he made his way over.

“Fine, class went well as always, mother… More importantly however, who might this lovely lady be?” Oh, of course this is coming from Mr. Let’s-strip-down-to-our-socks. I may indeed look good in my frocks but it is not happening today sir! He stops in front of you, holding out his hand with his palm facing up. He bows lightly and introduces himself.

“As for myself, I am Philip Hamilton.” He spoke with a slight chuckle and a sly grin. It took a second for you to realize you were supposed to give him your hand. You placed your hand on his palm, raising your hand to his lips he pressed a ‘polite’ kiss to your knuckle. This cheeseball really thinks he’s being slick, huh? You did your best to keep a straight face.

“My name is Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you, um, Philip was it?” You tried to hint that you were not interested. He stood back up with that grin still plastered on his face. You could finally get a good look at him as he stood in front of you. His slightly curled hair paired with the freckles splattered on his face reminded you of a piece by Jackson Pollock. Autumn Rhythms. His clothes were similar to his father’s but with color and fit were slightly different. The color itself was interesting, from far away it seemed to be grey but up close it looked to be more of a dull cyan.

“Yes, it is Philip, and if I may be so forward I’d like to say that your name is quite possibly as lovely as you.” This little shit, sunshine my ass, more like fuckboy. Wait a second was he the original fuckboy? Oh God no The Founding Fuckboys. You decided to stop thinking about that and try to look as serious as possible for someone thinking of ‘The Founding Fuckboys’ as a phrase used for the fathers of our country. You pulled your hand away and folded your arms behind your back, giving a sardonic smile towards his general direction. Alexander cleared his throat.

“Philip, my son, we were discussing some rather pressing matters before you arrived.”

“Oh? What matters exactly?” Philip questioned.

“I believe it would be best for us to sit down at the table first, supper is ready after all.” Eliza touched your arm gently before turning her attention to Rachel, who had stayed surprisingly silent throughout the conversation. Both of them turned to head down a separate hall, Alexander and the children followed them and just as you were about to join them Philip tapped you on the shoulder.

“Miss Y/N, as the eldest son, it would be politest of me to escort you to the table.” He held out his arm for you to take. Seriously? Okay, at this point this is just getting ridiculous.

“Thank you Philip, I’m sure it would be polite of you to lead me down a hallway, but I can walk myself just fine thank you.” You started to walk away with a bit of annoyance, you stopped and turned to look back at Philip. He looked shocked, not upset or angry, just shocked. You decided to add something to even the playing field slightly.

“Also, Mr. Hamilton, calling me Miss seems a bit formal. Just call me Y/N, after all I’m probably around the same age as you.” Although you were still a bit annoyed by his previous attempts to flirt when you clearly weren’t interested, you couldn’t help feeling a little sorry about how dejected he looked. You gave him a friendly smile and you could literally see his shoulders relax. Wow, was he really that tensed up? His surprised expression was quickly changed to one of intrigue. He folded his arms behind his back and spoke up once more, even his voice sounded more relaxed.

“Very well then… Y/N, forgive me, my behavior was not very becoming of me. If you could find it in yourself to pardon me for my actions, then I would be greatly appreciative.” His voice was softer and genuinely apologetic.

“You’re forgiven, now we should probably follow the others. Don’t want to miss dinner right?” You chuckled and turned back around to walk down the short hallway. Philip jogged up to walk beside you, a soft laugh escaping him as he approached. The two of you walked toward the dining room, Philip making offhand jokes about his parents along the way. Everyone was already sitting and adjusting themselves to be more comfortable by the time you had gotten there. Angie’s head perked up when you stepped into the room and when she noticed Philip at your side a mischievous grin replaced her innocent smile.

“Ooooh! Philly’s found his beloved!” She teased happily. You couldn’t help but laugh at her antics. What did Alexander call her earlier? Sunshine girl? Yeah, she’s the real sunshine in this house.

“Angelica, please, it’s rude to insinuate such things.” He buried half his face in one of his hands, you could tell he was a little embarrassed.  Oh siblings, the only people who are allowed to ruin your day. You walked to an empty seat at the table, Philip was about to pull the seat out for you but he stopped himself.

“Sorry, force of habit.” He shrugged with a smile before making his way to the other side of the table to sit across from you. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. Well, at least his little shit levels are manageable. What a dork. On the table you saw some sort of bread? It looks like bread but it’s got a funny shape to it. A few older women came out of a set of doors, their clothes were similar to yours and they were carrying bowls in their hands. A bowl was set down in front of everyone, when yours came you could finally see what it was. Some kind of stew? Honestly why am I surprised, New York was prominently Dutch during the colonial era. Wow I really am majoring in history aren’t I?

“Y/N dear, I know you’ve been having…a rather trying day so you do not have to tell us what happened quite yet. But if you think that you are well enough then we will listen.” Eliza cooed. What happened? What is she… Oh shit this is bad. I showed up on their doorstep with blood pouring from my head and definitely not wearing the proper attire for the century. Not only that but I’ve been saying things willy-nilly, how the hell am I supposed to explain my situation? You looked up to see Philip staring at you, not so much at you actually but at the bruise on the side of your forehead. Did he not notice it until now? Okay, if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it I’ll just have to do it later. I need to think of something now while I remember everything I’ve said in the past few hours. Come on, four years of Drama Club don’t fail me now! You took a deep breath to ease your rapidly beating heart.

“It’s fine Eliza, it’s probably best to get this off my chest now rather than later.” You cleared your throat. Alright, keep it simple and easy to remember.

“I’m from upstate New York, although I haven’t lived there for some time. When sickness came through downtown, my father decided I was to move down to North Carolina. I’m the only child that survived to adulthood so it was rather important that I stay as far away from the illness as possible.” Yes! Off to a good start! Everyone at the table was fully invested in what you had to say. They know that I can read, that’s what Eliza meant when she said she was surprised that I was educated. Only wealthy people were well off in education. I’m going to have to explain that.

“Honestly, my father is the one to thank for my wellbeing. He insisted that I have the best education; my mother was educated as well. I learned to read and write. He also made sure I had an appreciation for art as well as music. Though I must confess, I always had an infinity for politics and history. And my father indulged those interests.” Alexander seemed to take the most interest in what you were saying. Shit, I’m running low on ideas… Okay, Okay, what’s left? How I got here and why… Grand Finale I guess? I don’t know what to say… Fuck, this is going to get personal, I have no other options here. You swallowed the lump in your throat.

“Unfortunately, my parents passed from the disease last year. Land and money can’t be passed down to unmarried women so once word of their deaths went around I had several…visitors.” Damn it all.

“There was…one in particular that was, uh, a bit more aggressive than the others. I came back to try and get away from him but he found me. I was lucky to escape before anything really serious could happen.” You couldn’t help but look away from the eyes staring at you.

Eliza was the first one to break the silence. She swiped at her eyes and, after clearing the lump that formed in her throat during your story, she pushed her chair back and rounded the table to get to you. Eliza enveloped you into a warm embrace.

“Oh, you dear, sweet child. How horrible! No lady should ever be put into that situation. And no gentleman should ever press his advantages. I cannot even imagine! No wonder you were in such a disarray when you arrived.” You were taken aback for a moment but you couldn’t help it when you hugged her back. She pulled away and smiled warmly, smoothing down your hair with one hand. Alexander slowly stood up and walked to stand beside his wife.

“I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would be honored for you to stay here with us.” He said with a proud smile. How are they so nice? Eliza nodded in agreement.

“Yes, Alexander is right. We’ll have a room set up for you in no time.” You didn’t know what to say for a second. You felt guilty for lying to them, even if they weren’t total lies and you knew you couldn’t actually tell the complete truth. All you need is a place to stay until the threads of time shove you back to the time where you belong.  Until then you need to lie low and try not to destroy the space time continuum. Easy, no problem at all.

“You’re too kind to me Eliza, thank you both so much.” You smiled as wide as you could manage but you knew your eyes were still downcast.

“Now I’m sure none of us want to exhaust you anymore so if you need to talk to any of us we will gladly do so. For now, let us all relax and eat supper, you must be starving dear.” Eliza ran her thumb across your cheek before her and Alexander went back to take their seats. You sat down and looked at the seat across from yours. Philip sat silently for a second until your eyes met. He didn’t look at all like he did earlier, no cheeky grin, no playful shine in his eyes, it was all replaced with something that resembled being distraught. He mouthed a sentence to you so that no one could hear him.

“May I speak with you later?”

“Of course, Philly” You mouthed, giving him a weak smile. Eliza and Alexander sat back down in their seats, an oddly comfortable silence filled the room. You looked around to make sure there wasn’t some specific way to eat the food, you settled with just trying to eat it as quickly and quietly as possible. That was kind of hard though, once you took a bite you realized how right Eliza was. You felt like you hadn’t eaten in days. Eliza filled the silence.

“Alexander, love, how was work today?” She smiled at Alexander, he didn’t seem to be happy though.

“He doesn’t even have a real job… Washington should have done something about him.” Was all that you were able to comprehend through his angry mumbles. Eliza heaved a sigh.

“We talked about this Alexander, John Adams has a job. And while we’re at it you must remember that George is no longer in office, he is back in Virginia, Adams is our president now.” Eliza explained. Wait, didn’t he say earlier that he worked under Washington? How can he work under him when Adams is in office?

“Betsy, I refuse to accept that that man is the leader of the country I fought for! He’s arrogant, ignorant and anti-charismatic!” Wow, he really didn’t like Adams did he? I guess I can’t blame him too much, no one really liked him as a follow-up to Washington.

“If that scoundrel thinks that he has the right to call me “Creole Bastard” than he is utterly mistaken!” Alexander spat. That fat motherfucker. Eliza coughed, practically choking on the tea she was sipping, Angie was staring at you with wide eyes, Philip and Alexander had wide grins stretched across their faces. Philip actually looked like he was trying with every ounce of strength in his body to not laugh. Why are they all looking at me like that?

“What did you just say?” Alexander asked with a sort of twinkle in his eyes. Oh no, what did I… Shit did I say that out loud?

“Uh, what? Did I say something?” You shoved a piece of bread into your mouth so that you wouldn’t be able to say anything else. This isn’t good, not only did I just make a reference out loud but it was also something that you probably didn’t hear women say! Nice job with trying to keep a low profile Y/N! Alexander and Philip both started to laugh hysterically.

“A fat motherfucker? That is a rather astute way to describe him actually!” Alexander howled.

“That is quite the slur, I have never heard someone say something such as that so casually!” Philip snorted. Eliza slapped Alexander on the arm and stared menacingly at Philip.

“Alexander! Do not use that sort of language around the children!” I never knew that you could yell quietly until now, Eliza you truly are impressive! You haphazardly ate the bread that was in your mouth, everything was happening so fast, you didn’t even realize how red your face had gotten.

“I am so, so sorry Eliza! That was extremely improper of me!” Eliza shook her head, giving another sigh.

“It is alright Y/N, my husband and son are also at fault for reacting in such a way. Dear, would it be alright if I asked you to watch your speech, at least around the little ones.” Her voice wasn’t quite unpleasant in that moment, it just sounded like a mom who wanted to make sure her children didn’t say something wrong. Which is exactly what she was. How do mom’s sound so nice yet so threatening at the same time? You nodded in a rather exaggerated manner.

“Of course! No problem at all, I’m really sorry…” You ran a hand through your hair to shake it out slightly. Note to self, never cross Eliza. Mom skills too great.

Supper finished relatively quickly after that, Angie and the little boys from earlier plus one more you didn’t recognize were the first to scamper off. Eliza stood up after a little bit and excused herself, she said that she would be in the garden for a little while. Now that you think about it, even for the time period, her clothes were still a bit off. Her dress was almost flat in the front, not figure hugging like most of the clothes in the 18th century, in fact the cloth seemed to pull away from her body. Weird. Alexander coughed softly to get your attention.

“I apologize again Miss Y/N, I promised you talks of literature during supper. If you would like you may join my son and I in the study. Not only can we discuss Shakespeare, as my daughter has told me you enjoy, but we might also converse on our…mutual distaste for…President Adams” Alexander’s voice strained as he said the last two words. Philip looked at you expectantly, he gave you a comforting smile.

“That sounds wonderful, I’d love to join you.” You sat up from your seat and began to follow Alexander down the hall. You matched your pace with Philip’s so that you would walk side by side. He looked down at you and nudged your arm. Looking up at him to see what he wanted he turned his gaze away, pretending he hadn’t done a thing. You chuckled softly and repeated what he did, he gave you a similar response.

All I have to do is not change history, simple right?

anonymous asked:

do you read victuuri fanfics? i'm looking for new recs ^^"

I do ♡ I can rec you some, but they’re pretty popular, so a lot of people have already read them.


On My Love by RikoJasmine (Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Status: Ongoing)

Time Travel AU where after an accident, Yuuri wakes up in Detroit before his first GPF.

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

I have never cried so much in my entire life.


Masquerade by Ashida (Rating: Explicit, Status: Ongoing)

Mafia/Gangsters AU 

“Just say the word.” came the whisper as Victor stepped close, behind them Yuuri was aware of guns out and at the ready, of confused men and questioned loyalties, here Victor was offering, and Yuuri was too selfish to say no.

I don’t think anything I say will do this fic justice.. It’s so beautifully written and so heart-breaking, it’s my favourite Viktor x Yuuri story. You can also find short side stories here.


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya (Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete holy fuck)

Rivals AU where everything changes the day Yuuri goes to see young Viktor perform and win his gold medal in the Junior Grand Prix.

“I’ll show him.” Yuuri vowed, hands still clenched tight around the pillow. “I don’t want to be like him anymore. I want to be better. I’ll beat him at his own game and he won’t be laughing at me anymore.”

a.k.a. the cause of my death and part one of the Rivals Series (the first chapter of the second part, titled Of Bright Stars and Burning Hearts, will be will be posted on the 26th of March and I will f perish help me). Also my favourite fic.


centripetal force by braveten (Rating: Explicit, Status: Complete)

College/University/Roommates AU where Viktor Nikiforov, popular frat boy and Linguistics major, ends up rooming with Yuuri Katsuki, a shy Physics major (who happens to be the same person that Viktor hit on his skateboard).

“Oh,” the boy says from the bed. 

He looks surprised. 

(Obviously he looks surprised.) 

Victor can’t stop staring. “Hi.” Then he remembers that Bike Boy probably hates him. No, he remembers that there’s almost a zero chance that Bike Boy doesn’t hate him. “Sorry about this. I heard you were separated from the guy who was supposed to be your roommate, and so was I. So we can switch rooms, get it the way it’s supposed to be. They’re just a floor down from us.”” 

This is like, adorable and so funny, I read it in one go!


Stargazer by Fahye (Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Status: Complete)

Space/Royalty AU where Yuuri has been admiring the ‘sport of Kings’ from afar until His Royal Highness and reigning ballistic champion Viktor Nikiforov appears out of nowhere and together they reach for stars.

“Victor wore pink, that year, and his costume was cobwebbed with gold thread and amethysts. The jewels glittered and winked at the cameras as though even the lights were in love with him, were bending their heads to chase him as he moved, faster and brighter and grander and more breathtaking than anyone else had ever been.

That’s the image in Yuuri’s mind as he finishes his routine. There are purple sparkles and a gorgeous, carefree smile on display on the inside of his eyelids. 

So when he opens them to see the reigning men’s ballistic champion standing barely a yard away on the other side of the barrier, feet on the floor of the arena, close enough to the sealed-shut hatch in the transparent sphere that he could reach out and touch it–”” 

I read this a couple of days ago and I’m still speechless. There are wonderful illustrations in it, the story is incredible and the imagery really beautiful! 


premier dans mon coeur by aphhun (Rating: Teen And Up Audiences, Status: Ongoing)

Canon Divergence/Danseur AU where Yuuri is the Principal Dancer of The Bolshoi and moves to St. Petersburg for a few months to help Lilia Baranovskaya choreograph a routine for Yuri Plisetsky’s Senior Debut in the Grand Prix Final.

“I’m Yuuri Katsuki. Wonderful to meet you finally, Mr. Feltsman.” 

Viktor fell on his ass, elbows slipping out from under him from how he had been lounging against the boards. He went down, not hard, but embarrassingly enough as he stared up at the attractive danseur from his spot on the ice. Damn.

Holy shit. Breathing - was he breathing? Did he still have to?

The kind of fluff you never knew you needed!


My fun fact is: by stillmadaboutpetra (Raring: General Audiences, Status: Complete)

After retiring, Yuuri goes back to the University of Michigan for a Master’s in education. What he fails to mention to his friends is that he’s a retired competitive figure skater.. and that he’s an Olympic medalist.. and that he’s pretty famous.. and that he’s married.  (based on this prompt

“But a big, cheek-busting grin bounces onto Yuuri’s face and he turns to them. “Would you like autographs?” 

Uh huh huh what now? 

A muffled scream swells in one girls throat, and the other bursts out “I knew it!” and the other one, closest, holds up her phone, eyes big. “We thought we saw you at the exhibition the other week.”” 

This is so funny, I’ve read it like, three times in a row and I still go back to read it some days. 


worth mentioning & my Marked for Later list:


Welp that’s all, I still have a lot of fic rec lists I have to check out as well (saved in my drafts) but I hope you enjoy these because I really did!

korealchemist  asked:

Hello and how are you? I LOVE (I LITERALLY CANNOT EXPRESS HOW MUCH) your baby headcannons and was wondering if you can do them for Reinhardt and Genji? Please and thank you!

~I’ve done just about everyone with this head canon. I went a little overboard with these two.


Reinhardt

  • Their first word was Hund, which means dog. Reinhardt had been pushing them in a stroller down the street and they’d past a shelter. Long story short, they left with not one dog but three. 
  • Overprotective Dad af. Everything in the house is baby proofed to hell. It takes him five minutes, a prayer, and the jaws of life just to open the fridge. It’s Guantanamo Bay and no one is escaping. God help him once the baby learns how to escape their crib. That was an adventure. 
  • The baby is just as affection as their father. They liked hugs and kisses from just about anyone. Reinhardt wasn’t allowed to leave the base until the kid had given literally everyone at least one hug or they’d be mopey about it all day. There was one time where they had to leave without Junkrat getting his hug. Junkrat and the kid were not happy. 
  • A really hyperactive kid. They yelled and screamed all throughout the house. Reinhardt was constantly behind them every step of the way to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves or someone else because they were strong. They once ripped the leg off a chair with their bare hands and Reinhardt just watched on, amazed, upset, and impressed. He could only blame himself. Still, he wouldn’t change them for the world. 
  • As a toddler, they loved riding on Reinhardt’s shoulders. In fact, they loved being high up in general. As they got older, they climbed on the roof and in trees if Reinhardt wasn’t watching carefully enough. He almost had a heart attack the first time they fell out of a tree. He wouldn’t stop crying until Angela told him they were okay. 
  • The kid found one of Reinhardt’s old hammers in a closet and started playing with it one day. They learned a bunch of tricks from watching their father train on the base. When they got old enough and strong enough, they pulled Reinhardt aside and showed him what they learned. He saw himself in them as they swung the hammer and they hadn’t even gotten halfway through their moves before he burst into tears. He loves them and they make him more proud every day. 

Genji

  • Their first word was in English. Hanzo had been holding them while Genji did something in another room. He’d told the baby how much he loved them and how much he wouldn’t fail them like he had Genji and the baby reached up and said “Love” (though it sounded more like ‘wuv’) while touching his face. Genji came into the room to find his brother crying while the baby just kept repeating it. He took a picture. 
  • As a baby they were clingy. They were either in Genji’s lap, Hanzo’s lap, or floating around in Zenyatta’s lap. Genji loved to cuddle with them and sleep with them on his chest. He could feel their little heartbeat against his. 
  • His kid actually helped him get rid of what little insecurities about his body he had left. He always perked up when his kid bragged about how their daddy was a cyborg ninja. They wanted to be just like him when they got older and he couldn’t even express how much that made him happy. 
  • The Fun Dad™ Is there a new internet trend? He knows about it. Is there a party coming up that his kid wants to go to? He’s okay with it if they’re safe. There will be no daddy issues in this household. He’s got everything on lock. This kid will know they’re loved or he’ll die trying to prove it to them. 
  • Genji knows that’s he’s getting his payback when the kid hits their teen years. I’m talking Angst™, I’m talking Teenage Rebellion™. The first time the kid dyes their hair some wild color, he sulks for 20 minutes while Hanzo has to go into another room to laugh.
  • The first time the kid released their dragon was a complete accident that destroyed a tree in their front yard. They thought Genji would be upset about it but he just couldn’t stop hugging them as the grass caught fire. 

(Requests are open!!)

  • Someone: But how can you ship Oliver Wood with MARCUS FLINT
  • Me internally: Well, at surface it's the rivals to lovers trope. They are both the captain of their respective sports team. But not only that, they are the captain of the Slytherin and Gryffindor. Now, obviously Gryffindors and Slytherins already have that rivalry. But it feels like they feel they're meant to hate each other. In Half Blood Prince Harry said in his internal monologue when seeing Blaise that, to paraphrase, Slytherins and Gryffindors hate each other by default. Now lets look at Marcus and Oliver. You can make the claim they hate each other sure, but I question if they really do or if they feel they hate to, especially with spark of their rivalry. Oliver doesn't have this type of relationship with Cedric Digory of Roger Davis, only with Marcus. It's hard to make real judgements about their relationship since they're such minor characters. They already have a love for Quidditch in common, so that's a good basis for their relationship. It's also no secret that Slytherins are very flat characters, written as antagonistic. But I do have questions about Marcus. Since the Flint family is part of the sacred twenty-eight, he is possibly from a prestigious family, since many Slytherins do come from those sort of families. In a way we can assume that Marcus may have cold, elusive parents. While there's no way to prove that is canon, it does make you think. He does have quite a fiery personality, and that brings in the question of whether it is just how he is or he is devoid of affection. Oliver is obviously a very passionate person but not totally driven. So they could bring each other up. Since Marcus is a Slytherin he's ambitious and likely has a lot of drive. Therefore, Marcus can help Oliver focus his drive on things that aren't Quidditch and Oliver can provide the love he didn't get as a child. There's nothing that can be proved or disproven as they are so minor and everything can be up for interpretation. Now, Marcus is accused of being a short tempered person but Oliver can be quick to anger. Marcus does get joy out of stirring Oliver up. There's clearly a lot more to their relationship than is shown on the page. But also, when Draco's arm was still injured and Gryffindor was meant to play Slytherin, Marcus HIMSELF went up to Oliver to say they weren't playing. That doesn't make sense, right? Surely Marcus would tell Madam Hooch and she'd tell Oliver. So there's subtext to their relationship. There's A LOT more to their relationship than is shown on the page. There was clearly basis, especially since we don't see Angelina and Montague having any sort of a relationship. Especially not one that involved a spat over who got to practice. And their names even have meaning. A flint is a rock that sets wood on fire. So basically, their names involve a 'spark'. While this was probably used to signify their rivalry, like a spark causing conflict, sparks also refer to chemistry in romance. So their names could've also worked as being a symbol of their romantic relationship. There's also when they shake hands. They shake really tight. Why? Surely if you didn't like someone you wouldn't want to hold their hand too tight. While yes, it's described as trying to break each other's fingers, it's a bit extra. There's kist so clearly something to their relationship that really falls down onto how you feel about certain tropes but in a way, it could've worked in canon if done right. We don't know what Marcus did during the war either, he could've been at the Battle of Hogwarts. We don't know anything about him after Hogwarts really. He could've went to join his own Quidditch team so he and Oliver would've had run ins. Maybe without the expected rivalry they got along better. There's so much subtext, so much we can theorise or assume. There's just so many reasons.
  • Me externally: Rivals to lovers trope, duh

It’s canon that Will testified against Hannibal during his trial, but has anyone written fic about how that went down and what he said?

Someone break my stupid heart. 

caliborn was initially meant to be an expy of shylock, including direct references to dialogue from “the merchant of venice”

the song “eternity served cold” was briefly listed on mspa’s credit page as “eternity’s shylock” but when it was released on the cherubim album its name was changed. there was definitely pushback from the fandom when [S] Caliborn: Enter was first posted along with the song’s original title; for those unfamiliar with the play, shylock’s entire character is an antisemitic stereotype

that particular facet of caliborns character was dropped after that, and canon didn’t reference it again. no one ever made any sort of statement about it or anything, but i think it’s interesting to see how things can be handled gracefully and quietly compared to how the caucasian/peachy debacle went down

anonymous asked:

“I’m the only one who’s ever seen you like this. The only one who’s ever touched you like this. Made you feel like this,” reminds me a lot of canon's "I'm the only one who can satisfy Victor." Was that on purpose? And lol at Yuuri thinking Victor was embarassed sleeping with inexperienced "plain" him, I don't know why, somehow, I get the feeling Victor past the shock isn't that puset. Who knows? He might even be extremely pleased with what that means for him.

Yes, Viktor’s initial shock and panic and finding out he was Yuuri’s first and only was entirely to do with the fact that how it all went down was definitely not how he would have done it if he’d known it was Yuuri’s first time. After that though, the idea that he’s the only one who Yuuri has ever slept with? Yeah, he’s not at all displeased about that

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Bittle's Bitty Bites [Jack/Bitty, PG-13, ~29k]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

It’s done! It’s posted! You can go read it now!

This was the fic bunny that received the most votes through donations to charity last fall during my charity drive. It’s also actually the first fic bunny I ever noted down for OMGCP, even though it’s taken me this long to write it. I think my subconscious KNEW that “5-10k” was a laughably low estimate for word count.

Characters: Eric Bittle, Jack Zimmermann, Original Child Character(s), Original Characters, Alexei “Tater” Mashkov, Chris “Chowder” Chow, Larissa “Lardo” Duan, Shitty Knight, John Johnson, Tango (Check Please!), William “Dex” Poindexter, Derek “Nursey” Nurse, Adam “Holster” Birkholtz, Justin “Ransom” Oluransi, March (Check Please!), Georgia Martin
Additional Tags: Background Relationships, Minor Derek “Nursey” Nurse/WIlliam “Dex” Poindexter, Alternate Universe - Bakery, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Coach Bitty, Providence Falconers, Bitty Owns a Bakery, Bitty Never Went to Samwell, Checking Practice, surprise wedding, (But not Jack and Bitty), You Miss the Shots You Don’t Take, Second Chances, smh, Samwell Men’s Hockey Forever
Summary: Once upon a time, Eric Bittle had a chance to go to Samwell on a hockey scholarship… and he turned it down. He went to a local school for business, packed his things, and moved up north to Providence, where he opened a small bakery. He started coaching kids’ hockey. He loves his kids, loves teaching them how to be fearless and quick on the ice. He posts to his vlog. He has his shop, and people love his sweet treats and coffee. It’s a good life and he’s happy.

Then in walks Jack Zimmermann, and everything turns upside down.

=====

“Bitty! Coach Bitty!” Eliandra leans up on the counter, dark braids swinging around her face as she looks toward the back and yells again. “Coach Bitty, we’re here to see you!”

“Well, hey there, honey, no need to yell.” Eric wipes his hands on his apron, makes his way out of the back to smile at the half-dozen twelve and thirteen year old kids clustered around the counter. “You know Beth could’ve helped you just as well as I can,” he teases, as his employee scurries to collect pastries and sweets and get them onto plates.

“She is helping us,” Dominic says. “But she’s not you. And we wanted to see you. It’s the off-season and we like to visit. Do you want to come skate with us? Eli’s mom got us ice time and we’re gonna do our own practice skate. She said she’d drive us over.”

“I know Emil’s coming on shift,” Eli points out. “He was saying that he was glad because he likes working shifts with Beth.”

Beth flushes brightly and smiles as she ducks her head, putting a second horseshoe cookie on Eli’s plate. Eric pretends not to notice the fact that she’s giving away sweets.

Eli crooks her finger and Eric leans in close, tilts his head so she can whisper in his ear. “Emil has a crush on Beth,” she says. “Maybe if they’re working together, he’ll be brave enough to ask her out.”

Eric nods solemnly, straightens up. “Well, then, maybe since I know I’ll have my two best workers here, I might be able to join you folks on the ice. Just for a bit.”

A cheer goes up and six kids race for the tables, plates in hand, while Eli’s mother pays. Eric gets Mary a cup of coffee, then grabs the heavy cream to add just a drop the way she likes it, and sets it on the counter. Mary Wilson has her hands full with that crowd, but Eric knows she’s up for the task. She used to ferry Emil’s friends around when he played hockey, and she doesn’t even blink at the way Eli’s surrounded by five boys, all jockeying for positions at the table, lightly checking each other even though they’re off the ice.

Eric drops back and stands next to Beth, leans in and says quietly, “I won’t leave if you don’t want to work a shift alone with Emil.”

Her flush is bright. “No, no, that’s okay,” she says. “I like him. It’s just hard to tell if he really likes me, or if it’s all Eli being a romantic and trying to set us up. Never seen a little sister try so hard to get her brother a date.”

“Emil’s a shy one,” Eric says. “He’s big and all, and he was good on the ice—probably could’ve played for a college team, if that’s what he’d wanted to do—but he’s always been a bit quiet and shy. Kept his plays close to his chest.” It aches a bit in Eric’s chest watching Emil now that he’s graduated from high school and has no plans to go on. Out of all the folks he’s coached in these last five years, Emil was the one he thought would keep going. And while he understands the reasoning, Eric still wonders if maybe he should’ve pushed a bit harder, helped Emil get to the place where Eric couldn’t.

The timer goes off, and he grabs a pair of oven mitts and whisks two trays from the oven, setting them carefully on the back counter. He hears a shout in the store—a sudden bright chorus of voices from the kids—but he can’t turn around, not while he’s carefully sliding fresh blueberry, cranberry walnut, and chocolate chip scones from the hot pans onto the cooling racks. He dimly registers Beth’s voice as she greets someone, and only looks up when she calls his name.

Beth’s voice is a bit tight as she asks, “If you don’t think they’re too hot, these folks would like to try the cranberry walnut scones.”

Eric blinks, his gaze skipping from one person to the next. Three of them altogether, and he recognizes every single one. And even if he didn’t, the Falconers cap one’s wearing might be a good reminder. He quickly lowers the empty pan, skins gloves over his hands, and drops two scones on each of three plates before setting them on the counter. The shop is near silent, the kids barely whispering at their table, and Eric can’t blame them a bit.

Three professional hockey players, here in his small shop. Alexei Mashkov, Jack Zimmermann, and Chris Chow, standing at the counter, like nothing’s odd at all about this. Eric wants to ask them for autographs, for a picture he can hang on the wall, but he bites his tongue and tries to be professional.

“Welcome to Bittle’s Bitty Bites,” he says cheerily, pushing the plates toward them. “It’s a pleasure to see y’all here in my shop.”

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Seeing at how the last night episode went down i can’t stop thinking about how BIASED that spoilers site is…. “ episode 9 and 10 are gonna be really hard for bethyl and td people ”….. Yeah you totally right i clearly see people tearing the fandom apart for these two episode… It didn’t happen nothing…. The only thing that happened is the confirmation of a familial love and we did already knew that. Because we Td and Bethyl “losers” can accept the fact that C@rol and D@ryl love each other but just not in a romantic way… Yesterday was the best opportunity for that ship to go canon after 7 seasons but it didn’t…and after what N0rman said on TTD about playing the scene like he was talking to his mother it is very clear what kind of love Is the one between them. But the spoilers site riled up people into thinking that something was gonna happen… So people felt entitled to come to our tags and posts and shit on us even more. I see people sending anons or just comment on other members of td without even knowing what they are talking about “ we saw her funeral , her grave, we saw them buring her, she was shot under her chin, FG never even saw her, ” blah blah blah…. If sites like the spoilers one weren’t so biased, more people would understand what really happened, instead of shut down every person who even dare to think about mention B3th’s name on their social network… We could talk about it , explain to others, but they delete old things making us look like lunatic and crazy, they make fun of us and with their behavior they encourage trolls to send us hate and it’s really sad…

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Well, it’s a pretty lazy day here at work, so I doodled my favorite cup bois. So I have some little headcanons pertaining to my versions of them from my ask blog @askcupandmugsy:

So they are both younger than what people typical make out the canon ones, being 16 and 13. Cup is more of a knucklehead and actually did gambling to help out people in the underground businesses, in order to provide for him and Mugsy.

My version of Cup is REALLY good at math and usually messes with his calculator. So the mob bosses and such considered him a lucky charm. However, his confidence went down the toilet when he lost to the devil himself, cause he has never lost.

He is always trying to find an equation and solution as to how he lost and won’t accept the loss until he finds it. He always bugs Mugs about it yet he doesn’t mind doing the bidding? He just hates losing.

I shush now.