this thing took so much time

\o/ I took too much time but #Meettheartist meme looked quite awesome ♥

Just a random fact about me, I happen to really love my stuffs. Like, most of it I bought when I used to live in Japan (the hand creams, Kindle, Life sketchbooks & notebooks, umbrella that shows sakuras when it rains, key cover…even my harajuku skirt and socks and shoes that are so worn out now) or traveled to England & Europe (the amazing Shakespeare Globe bag, Tardis keychain, my heart necklace, that sort of things)

I feel very nostalgic and attached to those, so sad when I lose them, so I’m glad they added the bag meme with the artist meme !!

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Ava “Spark” mood board. There was supposed to be more pictures but like there was an upload error and I couldn’t really do much so whatever. I based the mood board off Ava’s time in the lab she was created in + a scythe because reasons. 

Thanks to @alien–stranger for showing me how to create these types of things! It was a lot of fun editing and exploring more about my character.

Superhero AU belongs to - @just-a-fandom-mess

[All of these images except for the title card is not mine. They have been found online on Google Images]

GET TO KNOW ME MORE TAG

January 22, 2017

Thank you Jakob @slytherinstudiesthings for tagging me to do this! (+sorry it took me so long to make this!)

Rules: Answer the questions in an new post and tag 20 blogs you’d like to get to know better.

Nickname(s): I’m just called by my name “Sarah”. 

Star Sign: I′m a cancer

Height: 5′1″! I’m quite short but it’s alright! 

Last Thing I Googled: Edgenuity (for my online Health class) 

Favorite Music Artist: Don’t have an all time favorite and unfortunately haven’t been listening to much music lately 

Song Stuck in My Head: Sabor a Mi (when EXO sang it!) 

Last Movie I Watched: I think Star Wars..the newest one that came out

Last TV Show I Watched: I’m actually watching Grey’s Anatomy right now! (Season 9 on Netflix currently!) 

When Did You Create Your Blog: January 1, 2017!

What Kind of Stuff Do You Post: Content that is mainly educational/personal resources such as masterposts, tips, and printables! 

Do I Have Any Other Blogs: Yes I have 1 other. 

Do I Get Asks Regularly: No, however I would love it if anyone would like to send me some. I’d be happy to help you in any way I can or if you just wanna drop by to say hi! 

Why Did I Choose My URL: My name+studies+studyblr combined together! 

Hogwarts House: I’m not a Harry Potter based study blog but based on choice, Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? 

Pokemon Team: Don’t have one sorry!

Favorite Color: Ahhh too many lol. 

Average Hours of Sleep: Around 7-8 at the moment? (I always feel sleep deprived though no matter what lol)

Lucky Number: Not sure

Favorite Characters: I’m not sure if I fully understand this question…but it’d be a long list from Disney characters to Grey’s Anatomy. 

How Many Blankets do I Sleep With: 2+ (not including my duvet and sheets lol) 

Dream Job: I’m not 100% sure what I want to do in the future however I love the concepts of environmental sustainability and helping others. I would love to participate in and create projects in developing countries to improve the welfare of those living there! 

Following: 533!!!

+I would like to tag @astro-studys @syntheticstudy @aoademic @pro-project @studyescape @emmstudying @atypicalstudentlife @annabaestudying @studiousgrace @st-uhdying @studysapphic @ellies-studying @foxiestudy @studynostalgic and everyone else who is interested! This was a lot of fun and I’d love to get know you all better! 

Love you all, Sarah 

“Story Time! Once a guy tried out an app and it changed his life. Thank you, Vine”

Yes, Vine. Thank you for bringing Thomas Sanders into my life! And can I just wanna say that I’m incredibly thankful that Vine was a thing!? And since I’ve done so many I felt the need to do one last Vine related drawing since it ended today!

Thomas, thank you so much for being the stupendous individual that you are and continue to be! It has been an honor and a privilege to watch you grow over these past 4 years!! I’m so freakin proud of you! And with Vine ending I feel we just finished the most recent chapter, that was just volume 1! Your story has only begun, Thomas! And honestly I can’t wait to see where it goes! I love you to the moon and back! ✌🏾️💜💚

For @sixpenceee 

Okay so normally  I just tell my friends when something paranormal happens to me, but this is just too much for me.

I normally have this stuffed Triceratops up by my head when I sleep but this morning around 12:30-1:00 I had woken up to find it in this position.

I took the picture around 8 this morning before moving it after my parents saw it. Both me and my mom tried seeing if it’d somehow fall naturally like that but the head is top heavy so anytime it fell it just landed on its side. 

This isn’t the only weird thing to happen to me in this house, but it’s definitely the first time I’ve had something of  mine moved.

anonymous asked:

thank you for that post, it was so refreshing to read what i've been thinking/feeling for months. also about harry's social media- it's so interesting. like from a current standpoint we know that he's ghost as one can be, but looking back at the beginning of the year, it was almost angry in tone? with tweeting about the dead son 2 hours before @louis announced the birth, 'preaching to the convinced', bitch don't kill my vibe, the boxer pic- there's so much to show that they're fighting back.

You’re welcome, I’m glad you got something from it! I feel like a lot of times, things are too black & white when a lot of people’s feelings are coming from the same place. And really, I think clarity about your own position can come from the answers to a few simple questions.

I KNOW. From my point of view, after Louis had to start cooperating in January… Harry really took up the charge of expressing the anger and frustration that was being felt by both of them at the situation. I was actually kind of shocked by how aggressive he was sometimes. It’s there hitting you in the face, I don’t see how anyone could ignore it. IMHO, it says a lot about him. I think he’s a very passionate person and even though I think it’s generally talked about less, god, do I think he’s protective of Louis. If you look at that period of time (and especially if you read the song lyrics), it’s so emotionally charged. Especially compared to Harry’s usual use of social media:

Jan 22nd: from “Watching His Son Go Down” by Jeff Bates

Feb 5th: play on “Bitch, Don’t Kill My Vibe” by Kendrick Lamar

Feb 10th: I can’t overstate how closely he was following the fandom that day. I didn’t even realize the words were from Harry when they first dropped, he posted this as discussion was feverishly burning across my dash about the BC:

Feb 20th:

Feb 23rd: Lonely Buffet. 1 of 1. (also, sad Scrabble board of thankfulness)

Feb 27th: from “Stuck on You” by Elvis Presley

March 2nd: from “Come Away With Me” by Norah Jones

And lastly, from right after Louis had his public dinner with Simon following the fallout from late March/early April:

April 17th:

I don’t think it’s a stretch to see the sadness, the anger/frustration, the devotion and then finally, what I interpret as a statement on being stuck. If you scan his social media, this is such a large percentage of the personal statements he’s made from the last year too.

@buryooooo

AHHHHH MORE FANFICS OH MY LORD

EXPECT ZERO!BILLxFIGHT!DIPPER IN THE FUTURE I PLAN ON MAKING FLUFF
AHHH SO MUCH FANFICS SO LITTLE TIME
BUT FOR NOW, HERES THE BROTHERS AU THING
TOOK ME FOREVER TO THINK OF SOMETHING OH MY LORD I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS IS GOING AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me, and belongs to the person who created it. The only thing I own is the plot.

Also, sorry it’s short;;;; I’m writing this while I’m sick and tired and I feel like I’m dying, so I’m just gonna try and get this over with so I can take a nap or just sleep in general =^=

Also, really really sorry. It ended up shorter than I expected. Gosh I’m tired. Anyways, Imm gonna call it done, I don’t know what else to add to it. I’ll probably write something longer in the future

Classic:
Dipper - Majors in creative writing - 17
Mabel - Majors in mixed media art - 17

Reverse:
Mason - Majors in psychology - 21
Belle - Majors in fashion designer - 21

Fight:
Tyrone - Majors in sport science - 19
May - Majors in human physiology - 19

(None of the Mabel’s are in it)

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I don’t know what people think Eliza Hamilton did with her time, but here are some things:

-Let’s talk about her being a bit of a tomboy.

-Let’s talk about how she yielded political power while a widow to get what she wanted.  It took her eight years to get money owed her, but she got it done. 

-Let’s talk about running a household than helping your husband with his job.  Imagine how sleep deprived she must have been so much of the time. 

-Let’s talk about her bringing up seven kids by herself and making sure her daughter along with her sons received an education.

-Let’s talk about her being gifted in embroidery and designing her own pattern for her couch.

-Let’s talk about her being an advocate for education and starting a free school, and then being overwhelmed by its success. 

-Let’s talk about the thousands of orphans she saved.  They once held a parade in her honor and apparently it was quite the event.

-Let’s talk about those charitable organizations that she ran.  And how she was actually doing the work.  How she was basically running multiple businesses while a single mom. And how she did this into her 80s.

-Let’s talk about her interest in some of her husband’s work, how she went on field trips to see new inventions.  Let’s talk about her curiosity.

-Let’s talk about the travel she did.  Whether she was going to Albany or going to visit William out west.  Let’s talk about her climbing fences like a boss to get to James’ house quicker.

-Let’s talk about however much she loved her husband, she was still single for fifty years.  What man was she relying on or taking care of? And she didn’t even always want her sons’ help.

-Let’s talk about how she had to fight her own siblings for her inheritance.  And how she sought her own counsel because she knew it wasn’t right.  And then she is the one who made peace with her siblings.  Let’s talk about how you couldn’t just walk right over her.

-Let’s talk about how her children weren’t proud to just be their father’s child, but their mother’s too.  How her legacy was just as much to live up to as his.

-Let’s just fucking talk about how she was more than a man’s wife and more than just the sad woman a man cheated on.

Please add more! 

Dark End of the Street Part 4

{Part 1} {Part 2} {Part 3}

[SaeranxReader]

Word Count: 1,577

~Sorry this took so long. This is the final chapter for the fic.


     Saeran entered the toy shop and made his way back to Saeyoung’s work room. It was quiet and dark, as the shop was still closed. He spent some time looking over all of the things Saeyoung had created. As much as he hated to admit it, he had talent when it came to these things.

     Sure, Saeran could create whatever he needed to if he was handed blueprints or something. But there was a life in these toys that Saeyoung added. He made these things from his mind, and his genius uniquely shone through.

     He found his brother at his work desk, tinkering with something. His back was facing him and Saeyoung didn’t bother to turn, although Saeran was more than sure he heard him come in.

     “You left the door unlocked you idiot,” Saeran broke the silence.

     “So? I’m a little busy right now, did you need something?” Saeyoung didn’t break his concentration from his project as he spoke.

     “Yeah. I need you to know something.”

     Saeyoung still didn’t flinch. Saeran couldn’t figure out if that made it easier or harder for him. Why was he feeling sudden guilt right now? He was fiddling with the lining of his pockets and rocking slightly on his heels.

     “I am moving out,” he managed to say, “but I’m taking her with me.”

     At this Saeyoung stopped what he was doing. His crimpers dropped onto the table top and he was still in his seat. Saeran took a quiet deep breath and filled his lungs. It was getting out now, and he felt mostly relieved.

     “That’s right. She’s coming with me. I…I’ve been fucking her for weeks now,“ he almost regret saying that part but there was no turning back, “she loves me…and I love her.”

     He stood there waiting. For a punch? For him to yell? He didn’t know what to expect. All this time he had been waiting for this moment. The taste of victory? Could he call it that, even? Did anyone even win in this situation? He felt like he did. All of those weeks of pining after you. Watching you with his brother and getting sick at the sight. Soaking up every smile and moment you ever gave him like a pathetic and needy sponge. He lay awake thinking of you, and how you smelled, and the how your hands would feel on his skin. Could he deny the satisfaction he took from your love? As terrible as it was, he couldn’t.
He heard a soft sound. A sniffle maybe, or a whimper. Saeyoung’s shoulders shook slightly and he spoke.

     “I know,” his voice quivered.

     “You…”

     “I’m not stupid. It’s been obvious for a while now. Did you really think you could hide that shit from me? I’ve seen the…way you look at her from the beginning. And you really should be more careful about where you leave your clothes. I started to think you were doing it on purpose… Just to be an asshole. Just to shove it in my face.”

     “So why didn’t you say anything?”

     Saeran’s voice was harsh and incredulous. He thought you had been fairly discreet. In this moment he felt his brother was weak. Maybe weaker than himself…and he felt, at the same time, closer to his brother than ever. They had both taken a backseat to each other when it came to your love. For a time, at least.

     He watched as his brothers fists clenched and slammed onto the desk. He felt almost sad for him. It was rare to see Saeyoung upset like this.

     “I don’t know!” he turned to face Saeran.

     His eyes were filled with tears and he had a look of betrayal. A pitiful look, and Saeran’s face was unmoving. His unapologetic stance only served to hurt Saeyoung more and he struggled to gather himself. His heart was racing and it was hard to breathe. “You knew it,” he thought to himself. But knowing and believing were two very different things in this circumstance. His mind was plagued with so many thoughts of you and his brother. The subtle changes in your body language and the distance he felt between you growing more and more over the past few weeks. He told himself it was all in his head. That you two couldn’t possibly…

     “I guess I didn’t want to believe it. Like a dumb ass I kept…” he choked, “kept thinking she would come back to me? That she loved me, still…that she was confused or something and it would pass…” he sobbed for a second, swiping his fingers under the rim of his glasses to wipe his eyes.

     Saeran stood there watching his brother break down. There was nothing he could do. It was making him uncomfortable and he crossed his arms and sighed.

     “Saeran…do you hate me?” Saeyoung asked.

     “Don’t be stupid,” he scoffed, “this is just like you. To make this about yourself. As if I did all of this as some sort of ploy to get at you? I didn’t…we didn’t plan for this to happen. But I love her, and that’s all this is about. Don’t overcomplicate this in that stupid brain of yours.”

     “I see…” his voice and face fell flat and he turned white, “and she is in love with you, too?” he couldn’t stop his hands from clenching once again at the thought.

     “Yeah…she’s moving her stuff into my room right now. I should be helping her. I’ll get a place as soon as I can so you don’t have to worry about that.”

     Saeyoung took a deep breath and did his best to gather himself.

     “Fine. It’s not a problem” he looked away, “I won’t…I won’t bother you two.”

     Saeran was inching toward the door now. He couldn’t stand the sight of Saeyoung anymore. He saw his own face in his twin. His own anguish and hurt, this could easily be him right now if things had gone just a little differently. Though he knew he wouldn’t have handled it as well. Saeyoung would forgive him no matter what, that’s just who he was. Did he admire or hate that aspect of him?

     “I’ve said what I needed to say,” Saeran spoke matter-of-factly, “you should pull yourself together before you come home. I swear Saeyoung if you cry in front of her…”

     For a moment he didn’t think his brother would even respond. Saeyoung was looking off into the distance with vacant eyes.

     “I know where I stand now,” he was monotoned and unblinking, “don’t worry…I won’t get in your way.”

     Saeran didn’t even bother to reply before he walked out and head back to the apartment. He found you on moving your clothes to his room now. He gave a slight shrug to your anxious face and without a word jumped in to help you out.

     It was a somber evening as you silently moved what was left. He hoped that you’d have more fun when you moved into your own place. He wanted to hear you laugh and see you smile as you made him do stupid shit like hanging shelves and rearranging furniture. He’d grab you in the middle of unpacking and fuck you right there, or maybe have you in every room as soon as you arrived to your new home? 

     The door closing interrupted his thoughts and you two were now staring at Saeyoung. The rims of his bloodshot eyes were red but he seemed composed. Saeran was glad, though he felt you tense up. No one moved for a minute as his eyes searched the both of you. He looked like he was struggling to say something but he couldn’t get it out.

     “Saeyoung…” Saeran heard your sweet voice call out for him hesitantly.

     He studied his twin with a furrowed brow, waiting to see what he’d do. What he’d say. A tired smile grew on Saeyoung’s face, but his eyes were still sad.

     “I’m happy for you both,” his voice was hoarse. Probably from crying all day.

     The smile faded and he walked without another word or glance and closed himself off in his room. Seeing how upset you looked, Saeran pulled you into his room and lay with you on the bed.

     “It’s late anyway, we can finish tomorrow.”

     He pet your head as you lay on his chest. He just wanted to protect you and comfort you. He smiled in the dark. As shitty as this was, he was elated at the thought that you were there now. In his room. With Saeyoung home. Laying on his chest. And you’d be there the next night. And the next night? And in the morning…it was almost too good to be true. He never thought he deserved to be happy before. He never wished for it until he met you. He found himself imagining a life with you, trying to be a better person for you. Having a family, maybe?

      “He just needs some time…” Saeran whispered.

     You nodded into his chest and wiped the few stray tears that managed to escape you.

     “You mean everything to me, ya know?”

      You looked up at him, “I love you,” you sniffled and wiped your eyes once again.

     His heart jumped.

     “And I love you. Can I get a smile?”

     You nodded with a grin.

     “Good girl,” he pulled you in for a kiss.

Isn’t it funny…
how much you can love someone with nothing in return… or so you think.
You know,
how much you let them know how special they are,
and that they put the stars into the sky.
Sometimes, they’re the only thing you notice,
but they’ll notice everything except you,
or so you think.
I’ve loved hard my entire life,
never expecting anything in return,
with absolutely no expectations.
It took me along time to realize that,
I won’t receive the same sort of love I give,
but it doesn’t mean it’s not there.
Isn’t it funny…
—  I’ll (never) stop loving you
Don’t want You to Hate Me

Hi guys! I’m finally back from my holidays. This is the first request that I finished from my list. It has been sent to me way too long ago. I apologize it took so long. 

Plot: When Y/N awakes in a hospital, she has no idea what could have possibly happened to her and that Harry thinks telling her would make her hate him, doesn’t exactly help either. 

Warnings: I have no idea about medicine so I hope the few medicine things I mentioned aren’t too wrong. 
Also: Smut ahead. Not much, but still. 

Gif isn’t mine sadly.

Having Harry’s lips on mine for the first time, felt as if I had been under water all my life and finally learned how to breath. The hold his hands had taken on my hips was tight, but not too much and made me feel safe and secure, as if he’d rather die than not keeping me close to his body. I welcomed the pressure of his weight on top of me and almost whined when his chest pressed against mine. If it were anyone other than him, I’m sure I would have felt embarrassed. But it was Harry, the beautiful, handsome guy I’d given my heart to long ago, and I couldn’t imagine anything better than giving him my body, too.
His tongue felt good when it slipped into my mouth and the gasp falling from my mouth was quickly shushed when he groaned and deepened the messy kiss, leaving my mind in a dizzy state. My own hands were wound into his hair and clasping the back of his neck, wanting to keep him close and needing to hold something when I felt his fingers pull down the sipper of my jeans after undoing the button. Soon he’d pull off my jeans, soon he’d be touching me with only my panties on. He’d taken off my shirt what felt like a long time ago. I couldn’t remember him touching me without feeling the warm pressure of his hands against my naked skin. His fingers sprawled out over my ribcage to hold me still. It felt right. Like his hands were meant to squeeze and stroke me like that.
I whined when I felt his arousal against my thigh, a rush of both, excitement as well as fear flooding through me. My nails scratched the back of his head and Harry moaned and kissed me even deeper, the pressure of his mouth somehow comforting and instantly capable of slowing my hastily beating heart.
Harry’s lips moved from my lips and to my neck, a heavy groan followed my quiet profanities tumbling from his mouth at the friction of his crotch against mine. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure and I longed to hear him groan again. The knowledge that I made him feel good was almost as pleasing to me as the fingers he used to rub my most sensitive area, trying to satisfy the needy feeling he’d caused in my lower stomach. I whimpered and turned my head in search for his lips, momentarily getting completely lost in the feelings rushing through my body. Harry hummed against my lips and the noise distracted me from him pulling off the last piece of clothing both of us were wearing. I was brought back to the reality of the moment when I felt his naked body pressing against mine again, gently forcing me to open my legs a little further, allowing him to nestle between them.

Once he was settled and had his naked body pressed against mine, his eyes found mine again. A smile pulled at his lips and I couldn’t help but smile, too.
The man hovering above me was the most precious person, someone I held so dearly in my heart.

“Harry,” I whispered, somehow unable to say anything else.

My hand touched his cheek and Harry leaned his head into my palm, kissing the skin softly. This gesture almost felt more intimate than the fact that we were naked together.

I wanted to tell him how in love with him I was. Wanted him to know how incredibly happy this moment made me, but I couldn’t find the courage. And when he moved forward and connected both of our bodies together, I was too busy holding onto him and allowing the pleasure he gave me to consume my mind, as that I could have found any words to proclaim my adoration for him.

…..

My eyelids felt heavy as they weighed down on my cheeks and I had to try twice until I managed to expose my orbs to a bright white light and an equally white ceiling. It almost felt blinding and a small whimper left my lips as a heavy ache throbbed through my head, hurting so badly it made me sick instantly. A breath escaped me with a hitch and fright cursed through me like a lightning as I next tried and failed to move my legs. Not even my toes obeyed the command to move and so I lay helplessly on a mattress that I was certain wasn’t mine, incapable of comprehending what it was that had happened to me. The pain in my head increased but my heart hammered in relief when I managed to tilt my head to the side, finally able to observe my surroundings. My body was sprawled out on a pale blue bed and a frown took over my forehead when my eyes fell onto the tubes stuck into the veins of my arm, allowing a turbid looking liquid into my blood.

What on earth was going on?

My lips opened and I let out a small cry, the loud beeping noise miming my heartbeat feeding into the awful pain my head was consumed by.
I jerked in fear when a warmth attached to my hand and I let out a high pitched yelp, but calmed quickly when a familiar pair of piercing green orbs came into view.

Harry’s pale pink lips moved but I couldn’t hear his voice and his frightened looking eyes widened at my horrified expression. The hand he’d used to touch my fingers moved up and I relaxed slightly when he moved to cradle my face with both of his palms. Harry leaned in closer to me and though I still couldn’t move, the warmth of his breath on my face always eased my nerves.

“Ha-” I tired, my voice dry and hardly a whisper, “Harry.”

My heart broke. His eyes were blurry with tears and his bottom lip looked bitten and split. His thumbs drew small circles onto my cheekbones, still looking at me with an utterly defeated expression. His face was flushed and his eyelids double their size, indicating he had cried.

“Oh, Sweetheart,” Harry sighed.

His fingers touched my skin with such care and delicacy, I wondered if he feared I’d break apart otherwise. His eyes were filled with sadness and all I wanted to do was reach out for him and hold onto him, making the pain torturing him go away.

I tried to speak, but Harry quickly shook his head and shushed me gently.

“No, no, baby,” he cooed and brushed some loose strands from my forehead, “You needn’t say anything, okay? Here.”

Harry swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple moving visibly as he let go of my face with one hand and reached over to somewhere beside my head. A glass came into view and he carefully placed a straw to my lips, encouraging me to drink. I hummed in relief as the cold liquid ran down my throat and Harry kept observing me close.

“Are you in pain?” Harry asked quietly.

I wanted to lie so badly, scared his face would fall completely if I told him how much my head ached and how my stomach started to feel like there was a hot iron stabbing me from within.

“You are,” Harry whispered, his hands stroking my skin still, before taking the now empty glass from me. “Oh baby, I’m so sorry.”

“Harry,” I whispered, “where am I?”

He looked surprised by my question for a moment. A frown decorated his forehead and he swallowed visibly. Oh god. What had happened to me? Was I supposed to remember what had gone wrong?

“You’re in the hospital, darling,” Harry answered quietly, slowly crouching down so he could come closer to my face, one of his hands traveling down to hold onto my fingers, the other still touched to my cheek, “You had a car accident when you were driving home from my place. Do you remember staying at mine?”

“Only us cooking dinner,” I replied, the fade memory of us standing at his stove whilst cooking together replaying in my head, “Everything after is a blur.”

His expression turned and my fingers clenched weakly under his hand, trying to somehow comfort him as tears spilled onto his cheeks.

“Don’t cry.”

“M'sorry,” he apologized quickly, “don’t want to upset you. S'just…”

Harry shook his head and suddenly looked away.

“It’s just what?” I asked.

He didn’t answer first, looking at the wall as if deep in thought. I somehow got the feeling that Harry was keeping something from me and I didn’t like it at all.

“This is my fault,” Harry confessed quietly, his lip quivering, “if you’d remember what happened, then you wouldn’t want me with you.”

Wouldn’t want him here? My Harry?

“Don’t be stilly,” I croaked and closed my eyes momentarily at the shot of pain when I forced my hand up and to his cheek in a comforting gesture. “You’re my best friend. Wouldn’t want anyone else here with me other than you. It’s always you,” I added the last part with a whisper, almost hoping he wouldn’t hear the confession.

Harry shook his head rapidly, but stopped when he almost disconnected my palm from his cheek and instead leaned into my touch gently.

“You don’t know what happened. If you did, then-” he stopped himself and got to his feet, coming to a looming stand over me. “I should call a nurse. Let her make sure you’re okay.”

“No!”

I straddled us both with how loud and frantic my voice sounded, making him stop in his tracks. I reached out for him.

“Don’t leave, H. Not when I-”

“I’ll be back in a minute, love,” Harry promised, coming back closer to me so he could squeeze my hand, “Just have to make sure you are being taken care of, yeah?”

He waited patiently for my nod and only left after I moved my head courtly. Then he walked out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.
I hummed and tried to move my head some more, wanting to see the room I was in. True to his word, Harry didn’t let me wait for long and soon rushed back to my side in a moment, a nurse following suit. His hand grasped my fingers, knowing that I wasn’t too relaxed when it came to doctor things.

“Hello, Ms. Y/L/N,” the nurse greeted me, a smile on her lovely face, “My name is Sarah. Mr. Styles told me you are feeling in pain, is that still correct?”

I nodded.

“Okay then,” she smiled, “Let’s give you some more pain killers, darling.”

She moved out of my view and I only heard some clicking noises. Harry moved a little closer and I scooted to the edge of my bed so he could sit down. He watched me intensely and his smile grew when I sighed, the pain slowly numbing.

“Thank you,” I breathed and managed to smile a little.

Sarah came back into view, a clipboard in her hands.  "Your results are good. Mr. Styles has mentioned you unaware of how you got here?“

I nodded slightly, only looking up at her for a shot moment before focusing back on Harry’s familiar fingers. Noticing my gaze, he squeezed my hand gently, letting me know he was here. My heart squeezed and warmth settled into my stomach, leaving me in a tingly state.
Though Harry and I were always touchy with each other, we didn’t usually have skin contact whenever we were near each other, only sometimes reached out to wrap an arm around the other or open both arms for a hug. We’d plant kisses on each others cheek whenever one of us entered or left a room, unlike we did with any other member of our friendship group. But it didn’t mean much, not to him at least. Somehow today however seemed to be different, as if he was as needy for me as I was for him, even if I knew he couldn’t possibly be. I loved Harry far more than he knew and though I’d forced myself to accept that all I could ask of him was friendship, the soft love evident in his eyes messed with my head. The delicate touches, the lips that continued to meet my palm when he leaned down to kiss it gently. Even my toes felt warm. I knew I wasn’t supposed to let it go to my mind too much, but considering the situation I was in, I found it hard to deny the hope that maybe he’d love me too.

"I can’t remember,” I began, swallowing hard, “The last thing I know is that I was cooking dinner at his house.”

I nodded towards Harry.

“We were having dinner together before she drove home and it happened,” Harry elaborated.  

“Oh so the last thing you remember hasn’t happened long ago then,” Sarah spoke, “That’s good.”

“It is?” I asked.

“It’s normal for someone who’s been in a coma for two days to feel a little dizzy and to struggle remembering everything. And the fact that you seem to only have forgotten a few hours is a good sign. I am sure the memories will come back soon. You’ll see.”

“Why can’t I move my legs?” I asked, “You said I was in a car accident! I’m not pa-” I stopped and tears shot to my eyes.

“You’re not paralyzed,” Harry quickly spoke, soothing me by squeezing my hand so tightly it was almost too tight.

“You broke your left leg and three ribs,” Sarah explained gently, “And you are bruised rather heavily. We have given you painkillers and having been out for two days must have caused your muscles to have become a little slow. You’ll be able to move soon again, I am certain of it.”

I sighed and let my head fall back into my pillows. Relief pulled me in and suddenly I was very tired.

“I will leave you two to it then. I don’t think it’s necessary for your doctor to come by immediately, but I will inform him that you are awake.”

Sarah awaited my nod, then she walked out of the room. Harry watched me as I scooted over more, and frowned when I nodded to the room I’d created on the mattress.

“What?” he looked confused.

“Lay down,” I demanded, “You look so tired.”

He quickly shook his head. Harry’s hand still held my hand and I wrapped my fingers around it so I could gently pull.

“Don’t want to hurt you further,” he whispered.

I rolled my eyes. “Stop being so bloody careful with me. I’m not going to break apart.”

Though he didn’t look like he found it a good idea, Harry moved to crawl into the bed beside me, kicking off his shoes. I sighed at how familiar this felt, as Harry and I always enjoyed cuddling up to each other.

I knew it didn’t mean the same to him. Knew that Harry loved me, but never in the same way that I loved him. But I let myself pretend that he did, just because I was in too much pain to scold myself for it.

My breath hitched when Harry’s face nestled against the skin of my neck, his head tucked into the space between my shoulder and my arm, wanting to be as closely cuddled to me as he dared. His own arms didn’t hold me to him very tightly, only when I brought my hand down to hold onto and squeeze his wrist did he dare to pull me to him a little.

“Did I drink?” I hummed against the skin of his forehead.

“No,” he replied, his voice low, “the accident wasn’t your fault.”

“Then what was it that happened?” I questioned, my head clearer and free to overthink why exactly I had ended up here.

Harry always had that effect on me. Whenever he was near, I could breath and think much better than any other time. I shifted when he didn’t answer and looked at him.

His face was still turned into my skin, but his lips pressed against my collarbones and though I could see his profile. Something in his expression confused me and just didn’t sit with me right. His brows were knotted and his teeth bit at his lip. He seemed deep in thought and his prior words came back to my mind.

“Why wouldn’t I want you with me?” I whispered, “If I knew what had happened. Why would I be resenting you, Harry?”

I groaned and Harry quickly apologized when he moved, accidentally shifting his weigh onto a particular bruise on my arm. Once successful he raised so he could lean over me and my heart skipped when he leaned in to kiss my cheek.

“Don’t want you to hate me,” Harry whispered. “Need you.”

“I’m here,” I replied, lifting my arm so I could touch his cheek softly, “Nothing you could tell me would make me hate you.”

Harry shook his head. “S'not true. But you have the right to know and so I’m telling you. You are in this bed because you were fleeing from me.”

And as he began telling me what had happened, everything came back to me and I remembered.

…. flashback to morning before accident….

When I woke up in Harry’s bed, I was alone. My limps ached heavenly and a smile had sneaked onto my face before I even opened my eyes. The tingling his touch had left on my skin was still felt and my heart squeezed so tightly in happiness it almost hurt.
We’d slept together. This simple fact kept playing and replaying in my head, leaving me a giggly mess. I’d slept with Harry. My Harry. My best friend as well as the guy I’d been hopelessly in love with for longer than I cared to admit. We’d been connected and as close to each other as it was humanly possibly, not only physically but emotionally, too. His kisses had been so soft and full of longing. The passion between us was so raw and open I found it hard to believe we hadn’t felt it before. How silly we’d been to never explore what was so clearly between us.

We… fit. Like Cinderella’s shoe fit her foot, even when the thought of H being a foot or a shoe made me giggle into the pillow.

My limps ached when I forced myself into a sitting position and I blushed when I could still tell where his lips had been, not only because of the many many love bits he’d left on my skin, but by the heat I was feeling there. Wherever he’d kissed, it felt like I was tingling. My ears still rang with the sound of his grunts and the moans, his voice when he’d called my name when nearing and then coming down from his high.

But now he was nowhere to be seen, and as that sunk in, I began to worry. Slowly I swung my legs over the edge of his kingsize bed and I came to a wobbly stand, my legs needing a moment to stop from feeling as if they were made out of jelly. A dull ache throbbed between my legs and I whimpered when making a step, but it was a welcome pain. It made it all more real.
My bare feet carried me to his dresser where I quickly pulled out a shirt and a pair of his shorts, dressing myself as quickly as I could, already itching to see him.

What did this mean for us? What would we become now?

I didn’t hear Harry when I stepped into the deserted hallway. Oh god what if he didn’t care for it? What if this had only been a night of sex and nothing more? No way. There was no way denying the emotion in his kisses when he’d cared for my flushed skin after we’d cuddled down into his sheets, exhausted from all the pleasure we’d given each other. A simple night of sex also didn’t entail the many whispered promises and sweet words we’d exchanged. This had to mean something.
Though the worry grew in my belly, I forced myself to continue to look for him and willed my brain not to jump to the worst possible possibility. He wouldn’t have run out on me. Firstly, I was his best friend and secondly, well, this was his house. And of course because he wouldn’t do that to me, not Harry. He was the kindest person in the world, only another reason as to why I’d fallen for him in the first place.

Relief flooded through me when I heard the faint noise of his voice, coming from his home office located far down the hall. I stepped closer to the door and carefully leaned closer to the wood, not exactly to spy on him but because I longed to hear his voice. Sleeping with him may have actually made me more obsessed with him than I’d already been anyway.

“No, that’s not what I meant.”

He sounded tense, rough. Not at all as kind and sweet as he’d spoken to me last night. I assumed he was on the phone, since I heard no response to his words. Aware that Harry didn’t like it when I disturbed him during one of his business calls I moved to walk back into the hall.
Maybe a breakfast could cheer him up, I decided, and made my way into the kitchen, thinking that maybe a few good pancakes would lift his spirit again.

I was just about to flip my second pancake when I heard feet padding into the kitchen, indicating his arrival. My stomach fluttered, but when I turned around to face him, my smile was quickly wiped from my face. Harry didn’t look at all the way I’d imagined he would.
There was no smile on his pretty lips, no warmth in his gorgeous eyes and he didn’t reach out to touch me or embrace me either. Admittedly, I hadn’t expected Harry to kiss me good morning or for him to proclaim his love to me, but his silence frightened me. He stood in his doorway and just… stared.

“Hey,” I whispered.

“Hi.”

Harry’s face held close to no emotion and his entire posture was tense. All I could read in his expression was a question, one that I’d hoped he wouldn’t ask me when I woke up.

What are you still doing here?

I clenched my hands into fists by my sides as I looked at him, unsure how I should deal with the situation. No one was as close and dear to me as Harry was, even more so after last night. We weren’t supposed to feel this awkward around each other. It scared me that I had no idea what it was that was going on in his head.

“I thought I could make us breakfast,” I weakly explained his unasked question.

His mouth opened slightly as if he was going to reply, but he chose to stay silent. I shifted, my body tingling with worry as the sickening feeling spread, nipping at my insides.

“Are you okay?” I finally forced myself to ask him.

“Fine.”

“You don’t seem fine.”

I took a deep breath and stepped forward, shyly closing the distance between us. Harry didn’t relax when I placed my hand on his shoulder like he normally did. The shoulder I had bitten into when he’d taken me to the stars last night.

“Harry,” I whispered, “what’s the matter?”

“I think you should go.”

My breath hitched and my touch fell from his skin.
There was nothing in his eyes when my own met them, nothing but coldness.

“You what?”

Harry sighed and blinked rapidly before looking away. “I don’t think you should be here still, Y/N.”

“But-” I began, fighting the rising tears, “why?”

“Because,” Harry breathed and he shook his head in annoyance, getting straight to the point, “last night was a mistake.”

He might as well have slapped me. His words hit me so hard I gasped for air, my arms wrapped around my middle protectively and I shook my head. This couldn’t be his true feelings. He must have been playing some stupid game of his, trying to fool me into believing last night had been meaningless. He’d crack a smile any moment, laugh and then step forward to kiss my cheek. He would do that, right?

Only he didn’t. Instead, Harry came closer to me to pull the spatula from my hand and to crap my wrist, pulling me into the hallway and to his bedroom. I whined at his harsh hold, but he didn’t react.

“Get dressed,” he ordered harshly, pointing to the cloths I’d left on his floor. The ones he’d taken off of me so carefully yesterday, as if he’d been unwrapping a very delicate present.

“Harry!” I cried, tears spilling over and onto my cheeks at the raw harshness he was treating me with.

My exclaim didn’t affect him though, only made him leave the room and let me carry out the humiliating act of getting my cloths from the floor and slipping them on, by myself. With shaking legs I stumbled back into his living room, where I pulled on the shoes I’d discarded by his couch. All the while I was quietly sobbing, a trembling hand clutched over my lips as I shook.

How could he do this to me? The same man who’d made me feel invincible and like I’d been flying only hours ago, had me feel dirty, used and disgusted with myself.
I was still slightly sobbing when I reached his hallway, where I pulled on my coat.

“Where are my keys?” I asked in a hoarse whisper, facing Harry with evident shame in my eyes.

He stood near his stairs, watching me move with an iron stare. Instead of verbally answering me, he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out my car and house keys, before tossing them to me. The cold metal hit my fingers and I let out a slightly louder sob.
How could the man standing there be the same one I’d held in my arms? And above all, how could my best friend, because a best friend he was to me, treat me with such an utter cruelty?

I felt like he was throwing me away after I’d given him what he wanted. Was this all he’d been hunting for and now that he’d had me, he didn’t have to pretend to be my friend anymore?

I looked at him one last time, took in his soft curls and angel like face, but couldn’t bear the sight of him any longer after my eyes met his. Empty of love, they weren’t my Harry’s eyes.
He didn’t try to stop me when I pulled open the door and neither did he follow when I stepped into the cold London air and in front of his house.

Later on he’d wish he would have though, wish he’d somehow kept me from driving away.

Harry let me leave his home, crying and heartbroken, unable to make any sense of what had just happened.
It didn’t take more than ten minutes and not more than a few streets away from his home. My vision was too blurry, so much so I failed to see the car rushing towards me and I couldn’t react in time. Before I knew it, the pain in my heart was replaced by the consuming pain of burning and my ears rang with the sound of my bones breaking.

….Present Time….

“How could you!”

My fists connected with his chest weakly as a sob fell from my lips. I shook my head in denial, not wanting to believe that the man I loved with all of my heart, my only comfort in the heartbreaking situation I was in, had been so cruel with me. The tears had long began streaming down my cheeks and I didn’t even feel embarrassed. All I was consumed by and pulled under was shame. Such a breath taking and painful shame I couldn’t help shaking and trembling. Harry was crying himself, his head nestled into my neck, holding onto me with care not to hurt me, but still tight enough for me to be incapable of shaking him off. His wet tears dropped onto my skin and his hair tickled against my jaw when he surprised me by cuddling even closer to me, his face now completely buried into my neck.

“Forgive me,” he sobbed, “I regret it all with all of my might, Y/N. You’re-”

“No, stop it,” I cried and tried to push against him once more.

“Please.”

With shaking arms I gasped as pain shot through me, not due to the multiple injuries, but because of the intense heartbreak I was experiencing.

“Don’t hate me,” Harry begged into my skin, “I swear I’ll lose my mind.”

“Would be only fair!” I exclaimed, shaking my head in anger, “You have made me lose mine!”

“I know,” Harry whispered, “I know I did. But let me explain, please.”

He slowly moved and I breathed heavily when he scooted away from me and raised into a sitting position. He cleared his throat before swinging his legs over the edge of my bed and coming to a stand. His red and slightly swollen eyes met mine and I could feel my heart sink even lower. Even though I was supposed to resent him right now, all my insides screamed for was to help him. He looked so hurt and lost, I couldn’t stand it.

“You made me feel so used,” I whispered in a cry, “So disgusting.”

“I know,” Harry sighed and shook his head, more tears dropping onto his flushed cheeks, “I’m an idiot.”

“What the hell happened?” I asked, “You were so different the night we- before you became an asshole you were so kind and then suddenly you…”

“I know,” he repeated, his hands reaching forward as if he wanted to hold me somehow, but he changed his mind and let both arms drop to his sides.

“I received a call that morning,” Harry muttered, his gaze set on his feet.

“A call?”

He nodded. “From Joe.”

Joe was a mutual friend of ours, one who was actually dating a member of my closest girl friends group. Her name was Carly, and I’d known her from even before Harry and I had met.

“What does that have to do with anything?” I asked in a raspy voice.

Harry took a deep breath before sitting down on the room I’d made him on my bed. He still didn’t dare reach out for me, aware that I hadn’t quite decided yet whether or not I wanted him near me.

“I told him that you were in my bed, you know, ‘cause I was really happy 'bout that.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I mumbled.

Harry continued, “He told me 'bout how Carly and you mentioned me when you were at their place. How you thought I was… attractive.”

My heartbeat increased. “And?”

“Told me 'bout how Carly then told you that Mary fancied me as well.”

His eyes sparkled and any other time he would have made a joke about how he was too handsome for the world and that he easily made any girl swoon, but this time he didn’t comment it any further.

“I still don’t understand what you are getting at. What out of all of this gave you the right to treat me like I was some dirt on your shoe?”

“Nothing!” Harry quickly said, “But it’ll give you an explanation as to what went on in my head. He told me how he overheard Carly telling you to better step up before Mary landed me. That you should just fuck me already, if only to prove to Mary that you could have me if you’d want.”

“Those were Carly’s words!” I cried out, “Not mine!”

“Still,” Harry whispered, “I know it’s not your fault, but all I could think when Joe told me that was how you had probably only jumped into bed with me because you wanted to prove a point. Bear in mind that I was still very surprised you’d slept with me.”

“You think I’m someone who sleeps with a person just to make sure a third person knows that I could have him? What is wrong with you?”

“A lot,” Harry answered and his hands brushed away the remaining wetness on his cheeks, “know that.”

“You thought I would sleep with you to prove a point to Mary? Didn’t you feel how much I fucking loved you?”

He flinched at my words, but I couldn’t find any embarrassment in me. So what if he knew I loved him. We were lost anyway.

“That night was everything I ever wanted. You are all I ever wanted and when I woke up, I don’t think I ever felt happier. Until you ruined it all because of some stupid suggestion Carly made weeks ago!”

I pressed my hand over my mouth and tried to calm my breathing, my eyes squeezed shut.

“I am in this bed, with a broken leg and three broken ribs, because you thought I would sleep with you to claim you as mine before Mary could. You thought I had so little respect for either of us, for you, that I would only sleep with you to win a… game? A competition? Harry, how fucking stupid can you be?”

“Please, Y/N,” Harry begged, “Forgive me. I’m so sorry, baby. I don’t know what I was thinking. I thought we loved each other that night and when Joe said those things I just… I don’t know. Felt like you were the one using me.”

“I did love you that night,” I admitted, looking into his eyes, “loved you then and so many days long before that. How could you not see that? How couldn’t you feel that?”

He shook his head. “I don’t know.”

I swallowed hard. Truth was, my heart felt broken. I couldn’t get the look on his face out of my head, the one when he’d kicked me out of his home. And never would I find his behavior that morning alright but… his words somehow made sense. I could understand where he was coming from.

“I’m sorry.”

“I know you are,” I whispered.

Harry nodded, staying silent for a moment before a whisper so quiet I almost missed it, left his lips. “Do you hate me?”

My face cracked and I was shaking my head before my brain caught up with it. I reached out my arms for him and this time he didn’t hesitate to crawl into my bed, cuddling himself so close to me for a moment it felt difficult to breath. His nose rested against my jaw and his sobs were felt against my neck. I shushed him quietly and embraced him as tightly as I could, my heart slowly coming back into one piece.

“I could never hate you, Harry,” I promised truthfully, “Not ever.”

“M'so sorry, Y/N.”

“I know,” I whispered, “and you do have some making up to do. Kicking Joe’s ass would be at the top of that list, but I could never not want you around anymore, H. You’re my best friend.”

“You’re my favorite person,” Harry promised in a low mumble.

“You’re mine, too.”

“I’m sorry for being an idiot. For ruining that wonderful night we had.”

Harry’s arms gently settled around my waist, his hands resting under my shirt and against my skin.

“It’ll be okay.”

“Let me make it up to you, okay?” Harry asked quietly, “For the horrible accident I have caused you to be in and for screwing up what could have been us getting together the way we are supposed to.”

“It’s not exactly your fault that I got into an accident,” I soothed him, drawing small circles onto his forehead.

“It is,” he argued and I couldn’t find it in me to fight him on that topic. It would have to wait until another time.

“You think we’re supposed to be together?” I asked him timidly.

The confession was unexpected and had my tummy flutter. He squeezed me to him gently and his warm pressed to my neck in a kiss.

“'Course I do. We fit, don’t we? Like we’re supposed to be a couple.”

“I think so, too,” I whispered, “especially since the sex was pretty mind-blowing.”

I smiled when I felt Harry’s chuckle against my skin and was relieved that we had somehow found to each other again. I couldn’t stand crying or having him cry, I prefered having him giggling and smiling in my arms.

“Don’t think I ever came so hard,” he whispered hotly against my ear and I shivered, “'Same goes for you, doesn’t it?”

He awaited my small nod, and once he received the tiny affirmation he bit my neck.

“In that case I know exactly how m'gonna make up for the stupid mistakes I made.”

Thank you so much for reading! I hope the person who requested this is happy with it! :) 

Rest of what I wrote:
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Another AU no one asked for lol!!

I wanted to finish this before Moana came out, BUT I am glad I waited because now I have a story to my AU based off of one of my favorite songs from the movie ( x )

So now this exists! And I took what I knew from my Samoan heritage, and the rest the beautiful islands to make it! I made it very general, so I used a few different Islands and languages to do it, so in speaking, this is generally polynesian, but more Samoan based, since I am more familiar with that.

Since Komugis name wouldn’t work in the language, I did some research and came across Komaki! So here we have our little blind Island girl, Komaki. 

Meruems name was hard to find a match that sounded close to his original name and held an important meaning.. but I did it!  In this AU he is Chief Mārama! Which is translated from Maori to the word light, which.. meruem apparently means the light that illuminates all or something so.. Yup!! we good!

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Okay, so, I think we talk so much about Rhett’s love for Link that I needed some of the opposite as well, and there’s plenty!

I took this excerpt from EB 42: “Obsession” pretty much at random and as a sample because the episode as a whole is 1+ hour of convo about one of the main reasons Link loves Rhett so much. That is, how passionate he can get when talking about something he likes. In fandom words: “how freaking cute he is when he starts ranting about stuff”.

Let’s go through some of the cutest bits:

  • Link starts off the episode by stating he prepared for it ahead of time and has a detailed list of all the things Rhett’s ever liked, his layers (and has had help not only from Rhett’s wife but his own too). 
  • He makes it clear that Rhett being an ideas guy is one of the things he’s liked about him (Rhett makes fun of the verb tense Link uses). Link: “[Jessie and I] like to make fun of you but I appreciate it. I like interfacing with someone (let’s call that person ‘you’) who is always gonna present me with something. That’s exciting. And if I don’t like it, there’ll be something else next week. And it’s great! This is a good arrangement.”
  • With each of the layers they go through, Rhett has the chance to rant about it and Link often laughs out loud because this man is just so ridiculous in the cutest way possible. (Seriously, if you want to hear Link laughing his glasses off a freaking lot, this podcast is your place).
  • Link also mentions how he’s always wanted to try out most of the things Rhett’s into any particular week, even if that means buying expensive stuff.
  • Rhett says he moves on from his layers once he sees they don’t appeal to either his wife or Link. “I gotta have somebody to do this with. I gotta have a partner. Either you have to get into it or my wife has to get into it.” But he also says that if Link would suddenly like one of his past obsessions, he’ll be ready to jump back into it on a whim.
  • Link being afraid of what Rhett’s going to try to get him into the next morning.
  • Rhett: “An old arrow head is Archeology, that’s not really Geology. Well, I guess indirectly it is Geology because the arrow was a rock at one point.” Link: “… Okay, smarty-pants.” Cue the cute laughter.
  • The audio clip I took has a glimpse of Link laughing while reminiscing one of the wildest things his boyfriend friend has done in order to pursue one of his passing obsessions: crow hunting. Now, as a cute side-note, notice how Link says: “If you ever wonder if your boyfriend, husband or acquaintance is bored and you see him building crows out of poster board, your answer is ‘yes’”. He could’ve easily said “friend”, but he goes for “boyfriend”, because that’s what Rhett is to him; his hysterically cute boyfriend.

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Oh hey, thanks @dailydogdiscourse! I’ve been meaning to draw Kukui too, and your avatar reminded me of how much I wanted to see him with a big ol’ belly <3 I’m not sure I would’ve ever gotten around to doing this art if it hadn’t been for the time you took to reply to this piece. So I hope you especially enjoy my take on how Kukui likes a hands-on approach to researching Pokemon~

anonymous asked:

I'm so damn happy Louis has Harry in his life. I can imagine him being extra caring and protective during the past weeks. He probably sends Louis Random texts to cheer him up or to show how much he supports or loves him. Harry took himself completely out of the spotlight and I can't help but thing a huge factor was Louis situation last year & current and Jay's illness. Makes my heart burst and break at the same time...

I couldn’t agree more. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to express how thankful I am that Louis has Harry through all of this. I’m also so sad for him too. He must be hurting so much. I think of them often, and send my thoughts of love and peace their way. ♥️

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Summary:  After things have settled back down in Storybrooke you receive some wonderful news.
Words: 566
Warnings: None
A/N:  Once Upon a Time was on earlier tonight and I get the Jefferson feels each time so here we are.  

Originally posted by hookismybitch

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I’m just, like, slowly realizing that Scanlan is my favorite character.

Like, I appreciate the Perc'ahlia ship so much because of all the depth and complexity there. It took time and certain specific events to develop. There were hidden sides of both the characters that they revealed to one another as they built trust. Their love seems so genuine.

And, like, here’s the thing… those same reasons are why Scanlan’s my favorite character, too. It’s like over the course of the show, Percy and Vex were developing their relationship as the audience was developing its relationship with Scanlan. He’s deep and complex, hiding his genuine love, anxiety, responsibility, wisdom, and foresight with a smirk or a joke. He has revealed his true nature to us over time, first in developing his relationship with his estranged daughter, then revealing his anxieties through his interactions with Jarrett concerning suude. We had to build trust and rapport with his character as he went from being the sleazeball of the group, the one who was funny, but also creepy and uncomfortable, to being this genuine, kindhearted person who used his humor to charm and entertain others, not to seduce or manipulate.

I just… Scanlan is the comedic role. The one who’s the butt of the jokes or is constantly ruining an emotional moment with a stupid quip. He’s not supposed to be the one sticking around, the last line of defense between antagonistic giants and his friends as Vox Machina escapes. He’s not supposed to be the one working to become more responsible so he can be part of his daughter’s life. He’s not supposed to be the one comforting his friends immediately after being resurrected from death. And, yet…

You know, Scanlan frequently jokes about being the leader of Vox Machina, but truthfully? In a way, he really is. He carries them when they get down, emotionally. He speaks for them when they need a representative voice. He makes sure they have a safe space to eat and sleep in dangerous places. Scanlan is always the character with the most clutch solutions. He’s the one there, quietly supporting others as they face their own difficulty, while he struggles desperately to take care of himself on his own.

I love Scanlan so much. And he is severely under appreciated by the fandom.