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Designs for Royal!Haikyuu Charms! I hope to get them in time for SacAnime Summer 2015. ^Q^ I have an unhealthy addiction to the HQ!! babies in royal garments but this is probably the only time I’ve drawn HQ!! merch with them wearing their uniforms lmfao. 

fic: this is the golden age (of something good and right and real) 

summary: immortals!au in which they fall in love in 1961, fall apart in 1965, and fall again in 2015. 

word count: 10.1k

warnings: the usual swearing/sex, vague descriptions of PTSD, somewhat detailed descriptions of war violence, implied character death 

a/n: WHAT?!?!?!? CALISTA WROTE A ONE SHOT?!?! SAY IT AIN’T SO!! as always s/o to the other half of team sugar spice and everything nice, megan slimeboyhowell for cheering me on and letting me headcanon abt hot Marine phil at odd hours of the morning <33 i was gonna make a playlist for this but nobody ever listens to those, so i come bearing two wonderful songs for u to listen to that remind me of this fic: the song from the title, state of grace (acoustic) by taylor swift + forever and ever amen by the drums


They’re unabashedly in love in the biting New York frost of the winter of 1964, one month before Phil leaves for Vietnam.

Dan is twenty-three and already established as a photographer at The New York Post; Phil teaches English and Art History to thirteen and fourteen year olds at Astor Country Day on the Upper East Side. Their apartment (their, their, their, he loves reminding himself of the sharedness, even now) in the Village is cluttered with scattered mementos of their three years together, photographs framing bare skin, cheap photo booth strips, notes signed with hesitant x’s and drenched in cologne, brochures from the Van Gogh exhibition at the MoMA from the year before. It’s big enough for the two of them to hole themselves in from the tenacious hum of the city below, to hide them from eyes that linger too long on their clasped hands and twin smiles, to last on artist salaries.

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for n-chu4ever​ because her Fire!John AU is what I do on my weekends <33

John was at Harvard when Scott suggested, lightly teasing, that he really should get his nose out of his books for five minutes and please get a hobby, for god’s sake little brother. The elder Tracy forwards John a list of his University’s Societies, with the thinking that John will at least be half tempted by maybe the Gaming Analytics Group or the Chess Club or the Robotics Club or anything that doesn’t involve John having his eye pressed to a telescope 24 hours a bloody day. Hell, he can join Anime Soc for all Scott cares because John, pale and interaction starved, just seriously needs to get out more.

But then John, for some bizarre, unfathomable reason, decides it’s the Harvard College Magicians Society that he wants to join and Scott stares at him like he’s grown anther head (which, with the amount of time he spends the Uni labs, Scott thinks quite likely).

Magic, John?” Big brother blinks, “Magic, really?” Because John is science and facts and space and his head stuck in the stars or in the lab or to a telescope and magic is the least-John thing he can possibly imagine.

“I’m interested in the tricks behind it.” John just calmly smiles, packing his books away on the other end of the holocall. “They have a circus skills division with fire performances too, and I wouldn’t mind learning some staff or poi or those spinny things on a string or something. And not just for the scientific interest I have in combustion.” He grins, glancing up at his brother. “You’re right, Scotty boy. I really do need a hobby.”

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