until the end of there's an end because i know it's forever

fawnvanilla  asked:

Psst you got any good sick or injured Keith fic recs?

OK! finally getting around to answering this. sorry it took so long but ive like literally had to go through all of my bookmarks to find some, and even then the ones im about to rec are pretty loose on the sick/injured Keith.

Needless to say, theres lots of angst, some have happy endings, some dont. Ill add the warnings in for each rec

Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Warnings: N/A
Summary: After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along.
With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home.
Wherever that may be, now.
WC: 26966 (6/6)
General Notes: Its the typical fic of Lance and Keith getting stranded on a planet post s1 wormhole collapse. From what i remember its told mostly through Keith’s pov and I enjoyed it for all its worth. 7/10

we’ll make it, you and me by asexualrey

Warnings: Major character injury
Summary: “Keith, if we make it out of this alive, I’m going to kiss you.”
WC: 6421
General Notes: I really wish i remembered more of this one, i can only tell you that it was good. Lance is the one that ends up hurt the most, but like both of them are pretty beat up. 8/10

The Six Gun Sound (Our Claim to Fame) by Mytay

Warning: N/A
Summary“We’re not robbing the bank of the biggest crime lord here, Lance. Do you have a death wish?!”“Let’s just do our damn best to not die. I am too gorgeous to expire this early, dude — I haven’t even hit my prime yet.”Six weeks after crashing landing on this miserable world, the Red and Blue Paladins are on the verge of losing everything. This is how Lance and Keith turned it all around and earned their badass reputation as The Two McClains: Mercenaries That Get The Job Done.
WC: 13181
General Notes: They both get pretty scuffed up in this one, and its more of that dynamic duo action. i really love these two as space mercenaries/pirates. 8/10

Keith’s Scar by 61feathers

Warning: N/A
Summary:Keith and Lance comfort each other later after Keith tells everyone he is Galra.Lance didn’t get the chance to tell Keith his scar is actually really sexy though.
WC: 1134
General Notes: Short and sweet post ep8. You know that shoulder injury he gets, all about that. 8/10

all we have to do by akinghtley

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith gets hurt during a mission, and Lance is not sure how to handle that.Lance wakes up on the floor outside of the medical bay, jerking wildly, body a mess of aches and twinges.
WC: 19418
General Notes: summary pretty tells all there is to this fic, and its pretty much all this, and Lance not knowing what to do with himself really. I loved it. 9/10

Don’t Forget to Remember Me by CamelotQueen

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith recognizes him immediately. Alarm bells go off in his head. This person is important, he thinks. He wishes he could remember.“Keith!” he exclaims, “Look who’s finally awake. How are you feeling today?”Keith falters. His mind is working a mile a minute trying to recall this person’s name, what he is to him.“Um… who are you?” he asks dumbly. He immediately regrets it._______Keith suffers from dissociative amnesia.
WC: 4107
General Notes: a;sdkjgnasah this fic, holy shit, keith with amneisia kills me. my heart hurt the whole time, ust ughhhh. He’s not necessarily hurt but Lance is there taking care of him and boy, the domestic life suits them, but damn does it hurt. 10/10

Homecoming by Thesis

Warnings: Major Character Death
Summary: Two deaths and one funeral. Keith has trouble readjusting to Earth and Lance has trouble dealing with Keith.
WC: 9845
General Notes: I’m emotional over this still and i havent read it in forever ok/ thats all i gotta say. 9/10

bruises by Chaosandthecalm

Warning: N/A
Summary: “Show me how much you hate me.”Keith wants to know what Lance’s problem is. The answer might surprise him.
WC: 3632 (3/3)
General Notes: Boys being boys and being idiots. What can you do. 7/10

Of booty shorts and Injuries by Queerklancing

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith is sure that he’s having a heart attack. Or that he hurt his brain when he fell earlier. Because it’s simply not possible that the boy who’s sitting next to him is not a hallucination. How could someone so gorgeous just sit in an emergency room at night?"Keith and Lance unexpectantly meet at the emergency room in the middle of the night.
WC: 23862 (4/4)
General Notes: lmao this one is great, def not as heavy as the others, but both of these doofuses get injured. keith is a hockey player and lance has legs for days. enjoy. 10/10

Prison Bonds by GriffinRose

Warning: N/A
Summary: Keith and Lance are captured and stuck in a cell together, but it’s not the Galra. They almost wish it was. These Cordalians feed off of emotions, and their favorite emotion is sadness. Worse, they’ve found a way to make their victims relive their worst memories to make that pain fresh again, and Keith has a lot of terrible memories he’d rather not relive.
WC: 18925 (8/8)
General Notes: just read it. please. 10/10

Heroes by battleshidge/Amiria_Raven

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: “My mom always hated the Garrison and what we were supposed to do there. I never got it. How can you despise the idea of being a hero?” Lance laughed a little here, dryly. “But I think I understand now.”He took a shuddering breath.“Because heroes aren’t meant to survive,” he choked, and then buried his face as the tears started falling again.
WC: 8463
General Notes: askgjnafbab, lance breaking down in this fic hurt my heart. 8/10

of florists and tennis shoes by venpast

Warning: N/A
Summary: 'Lance wasn’t sure if he’d imagined the brief tremble at the corner of Keith’s lips or not, that slight stutter that promised a smile. But before he could guess further, Keith gave his knee a shove and got to his feet. He reached out to him, “I’m done here, and I’ve still got some daisies to sell you.”“Yeah,” Lance agreed, looking down at the extended palm, noting the little Saturn tattoo on the inside of Keith’s wrist where the sleeve hiked. He took the hand, “better not overprice those too, you asshole.”’(in which lance is a broke university student trying to impress a pretty girl with flowers, but ends up falling for the florist that sells them instead.)
WC: 63774 (11/11)
General Notes: This isn’t the kind of physical hurt that most people think of, but Keith does get emotionally hurt in this one and it just breaks my heart. i really loved this, its wonderfully written, and its just, wow. 10/10

Echoes of the Past by Gigapoodle

Warning: Graphic Depictions of Violence
Summary: It was his fault. He shouldn’t have retreated – he should have ran after them, Galra forces be damned, and ripped the red paladin right out of his weaponized hands, shooting the commander dead on the spot.But he hadn’t. Lance stood there, frozen with adrenaline and fear, before backing out with tears in his eyes, justifying it to himself by saying, ‘he won’t get far, we can easily get him back once I have Voltron with me.’He’d forgotten they didn’t have Voltron. He’d forgotten that without Keith, Voltron was nothing.Keith is Galra. Keith is gone. Keith is Galra. Keith is gone.
WC: 28197 (yes one chapter)
General Notes: this is more along the lines of keith finding out he is galra and hence running away its still one of the best fics in this fandom imo. 10/10

i can’t help but want by aknightley

warning: N/A
Summary: Lance deals with the aftermath of being sucked into a black hole and stranded on an alien planet.When Lance wakes up, all he can see is blue.
WC: 16921
General Notes: more of klance being stranded on a planet post wormhole collapse, and just yes. 10/10

Just Static by Jessadilla/wobblyarms

Warning: N/A
Summary: –Static—–iro, Hunk, Kei—, nybody? I’m—–static—-I’m sorry guys. This is all my—-static–cc—–I found my coordinates. They’re—stttcc–guys. I hear something—–scccc–end transmission-Alone on a hostile planet, transmissions aren’t getting through. How did it come to this?
WC: 84141 (16/16)
General Notes: just holy fuck. this fic made me cry, like straight up. it is more than likely one of the few fics that have made me cry, and i dont cry easy. 100/10

Tmnt time line in ryhme

In in the year 1984

came comic book heros like never before 

teenage mutant ninja turtles by eastmen and laird 

but for the turtles popularity the two men where not prepared 

In 1987  to 1988 

something happend that was really great 

For that was the year of first turtle cartoon series season

it was a big hit and for good reason

1990 was the year 

the turtles where first braught to theater 

as you probable know 

the movie made dow

So the exectuctives did choose 

tmnt 1991: the secret of the ooze 

the sequal was fair

but i wish it stopped there 

cause Tmnt 3 1993

is something that you cannot unsee

meanwhile the turtles series in 1994 

something went wrong for sure 

the art style looked real crude

they fought this weird bug dude 

the art style flipped 

and the writers tripped 

and shredder was barely around

so its likely it was going in the ground

theres no way you can defend

thats where the 80s turtles series ends 

1996 is where we go over seas 

and we have a turtle reboot made by the japanese 

on paper the idea looks swell

but in reality these two things dont mix well

IN 1997 a live action turtles series was made 

sounds good but its a facade 

for you realise soon 

its silllier than the cartoon 

Venus de milo the one the creators call a mistake 

repitiles dont breast feeds so there probable fake 

1998 things go from strange to stranger 

when the turtles go to space with the power rangers 

and that was the last we saw of the franchise 

until it attracter a pair of 4kids eyes 

Than came turtles 2003 

good for you good for me 

the fandom loved it and loved how it went 

as it focused more time on character developement 

the turtles where outrageous 

the fandom was contagious 


never looked better

but it happend as we feard 

2006 things started to get to get weird 

suddenly the turtles are in the future 

splinter gets stuck in a competer 

theres a whole bunch of shredders running around 

 ans theme song with truly evil sound 

2007 theres a film called tmnt 

didnt work out well you see 

the film was made for the 2003 turtles fans

 so the fans of the 80s couldnt under stand 

it made fans of the orginal furios 

and it took itself too seriuos 

the turtles forever in 2009

It went over well and fine 

a crossover of diffrent turtle adaptations 

but sadly the 80s turtles didnt get the best representation 

still to turtles fans thought it was real fun 

thats when people thought it was the end of the turtle run 

for years the franchise had been gatherd dust of the shelf 

that was until nick rebooted it in 2012

and it was definatly worth the wait 

because the show turned out great 

great balance of comedy drama and action 

and the fandom had a great reaction

2014 then the next tmnt movie was invested 

tmnt fans where interested 

you can tell they where probable disapointed 

when found out the which director was appointed 

yes it was micheal bay 

the hack with the nack as they say 

no he only worked on aq few parts 

but you can tell its his by the  farts 

the fandom wasnt found of the turtle designs 

the actor choises made writers look out of there minds 

its a real agitater 

the only good scenes was in the elavator

2016 came out of the shadows 

wasnt exacly by pros 

but the probs are the same i think we already know 

no lets go back to the nicalodean show 

2017  here we reach the final nick turtles season 

i have to admit its pretty pleasing 

the turtle went though space and time 

and they have stopped lots of crime

brotherly love and forgiven mistakes 

gloriuos battles and painfulll heartbreacks 

but theres no need to pretend 

the tmnt 2012 is coming to an end 

But thats no the end of our turtle teen

theres a reboot planned for 2018 

will it be bad? will it be great ?

i dont know well have to wait 

(( hey guys i really enjoyed making this , and i hope you enjoyed reading it if you didnt sorry, if i just talked any junk about an adaptation you liked please know this was a joke, if i got anything wrong let me know too im a big girl i can handle it, okay bye  love you …………..think i need a drink of water ))

missing au part 3

haha i had this ready yesterday but had no idea how to end part 3 so iDKK UUH haha 

anyway (tw for death mentions and a somewhat violent stabbing but its not in detail so idk)

- lance is like not oKAY and he’s trapped in that room all day and he’s been hearing voices in the hallway outside the door, he think’s he’s going to be executed or something but thankfully no

- a mysterious galra (THE ONE FROM THE WEBLUM) unlocks his door and silently leads him to an escape pod !!11!! he’s eternally thankful

- he crashlands on a desert planet and it’s fvckkin hot there

- he finds a city of different aliens and he’s stared at, (i mean he looks pretty beat up) until someone takes pity on him and takes him to her house

- she offers a bath and she makes him soup while he gets dressed (he gets like capri khaki pants and a black tank top, and a crappilly sewn sweater made of ace bandage like material, although it’s so hot he rarely needs it)

- they talk while lance eats and she patches him up. once lance decides this woman is pretty trustworthy he tells her only a little about the galra

- she tells him lots of people in the city are prison escapees from the galra or even galra refugees, and that his fake eye might be a camera as well, he’d better find a doctor to take it out and replace it or something

- she lets him stay with her while he tries to fix the pod (he’s no hunk or pig so it’s taking him a while) (her name is Binne)

- lance likes to play with her children, they remind him of his siblings back on earth, but because his time in the Black Room his perceptions of his friends and family are still warped (he’s still trying to get back to his friends, because he knows something is wrong with him and his friends do care for him and can fix it, even though he’s constantly telling himself that he could just live on this planet forever and his friends hate him)

- he freaks when he sees a galra solider on the streets (they patrol the city, the escapees and refugees hide during their monthly visit) and he think’s they’re here because his camera eye gave away the city

- he takes a nail and jams it into the glass eye, and it cracks, the eye is broken and now he can’t see out of his left eye

- he goes back to the binne’s house and she’s fussing over him because hiS LEFT EYE IS UM WHITE, CRACKED, AND BLEEDING??? 

- she patches him up and they put gauze over his eye, and he feels bad and then she tells him the galra soldiers always come every month so it wasn’t him who made them come

- he’s relieved, and Binne suggests he gets a job and uses the money to buy ship parts rather than get sunburns everyday while searching for scrap parts in the junkyard

- he works in the market, cleaning spare parts for a grumpy eight armed alien slug, he gets money and any parts that no one buys at the end of the week

- so lance has extra money from his job and he goes to buy some weapons to start training, because if he wants to be a paladin again he’s got to get that fighting skill back

- the only weapon they have is a spear, he wants to be the sharp shooter, but how can he if thERES NO GUNS

- he practices with the spear on a hanging bag of rice (it’s wrapped in cloth but it still rips and he has to sweep it up haha) and is picking it up quickly from his time in the gladiator fights

- one day his ship turns on and now he just needs to figure out how to turn on the radio system and find the castle’s radio

- and then he finds out some shit (also he wears an eyepatch because yes)

anonymous asked:

How would you respond to the money/incentive discourse going on with Brett?

i think both parties are sorta talking past each other in that brett is advocating some form of market socialism/social democracy and communists are defending a stateless, moneyless, and classless society where the means of production are held in common. this isnt really an easy debate to have as if we’re talking about the same exact system and simply choosing whether or not to include money after the fact. 

i think on this point, communists tend to have especially weak arguments simply due to the convenient dismissal of money and all economic matters entirely in their end point, since they imagine they’ll solve all of these problems as if by magic and so the dirtier details aren’t important, being unique to less pure systems than theirs. a general ignorance of the economic calculation debate, which brett brought up (and which i sorta addressed recently), means that few if any are able to adequately address these historical issues, but that doesnt necessarily kill their points either. it also doesnt mean the argument is settled and money has won out. i think the question of whether or not this matter has been dealt with “sufficiently” by anyone, communist or otherwise, is going to largely be a matter of opinion. 

brett is essentially correct when he says that meeting everyones needs isnt an incentive structure if its unconditional, but i think we can be more creative in this regard than markets (although he did mention some other ideas, which i agree are generally pretty piss-poor). 

his proposal, if i understand him correctly, that a monetary incentive structure could and should still exist under conditions of a vague socialism has its own set of problems. he suggests that this would function after everyone else’s basic needs have already been met, and that money could still exist to make sure the dirty jobs get done. he echoes adam smith a bit in talking about how self interest can also work for the benefit of the public (brett still calls himself a liberal in the classical sense after all), but what goods would this money buy? luxury goods, presumably, since basic needs have already been met, but what about the historical movement from luxury to necessity, where things like cars and computers become transformed from symbols of wealth and power into every day use-values? at some point the current luxury goods might become commonplace through technological and productive advancement, making them fairly worthless compared to this newer much more powerful or scarce thing that becomes the new standard of luxury. 

in fact, with further automation in production, many if not all of these goods may become cheaper and cheaper to produce until their marginal cost falls close to 0 (something we’re already seeing right now in today’s very capitalist economy), at which point the use of money becomes very different. we’re living in a world where machines can now reproduce themselves, but we dont utilize a lot of this power because it clashes with our ability to maintain a consumer base. we can’t replace workers with machines without affecting the realization of profits. if we can achieve a genuine form of socialism with worker ownership of the means of production, it will be in each worker’s self interest to contribute as little as possible toward these dirty jobs, and through this we will likely find the answer to many of these problems with changes in production, as has generally been the case in the past. but even if we dont, even if we just utilize the technologies we have right now in a more efficient way (and we can imagine that productive advancements in the form of “labor-saving devices” would be discouraged by those seeking more money and not wanting to compete with and be outmoded by machines, in many ways slowing down the economy more than it has to be), the costs of these luxury goods, unless artificially propped up, would likely fall drastically.

in this sense, i think brett’s answer to a lack of incentive in society depends on something that will undergo its own crises and, in the end, introduce the same problem. if things become free– or even nearly free –in a money economy, where is the incentive to do dirty jobs for money? if everything is either provided for free as a necessity or as an easily reproducible product, and nearly everything else can be produced and sold for next to nothing, is anyone going to want to work for even more money, especially if they feel like the work is degrading and not worth their time? 

the answer depends on whether or not needs are met for free and if the money only exists for those that do the extra work, creating a market economy inside of an already existing socialist one. 

if this isnt the case, i.e., if money exists in the entire economy and everyone gets a basic income or something like that but you can get extra if you do dirty work, the issue remains. the incentive problem reemerges when luxury goods become so cheap that theyre accessible to everyone (almost certainly a near-immediate transformation if we assume any meaningful change in production)

but if this is the case, then we have a very confusing-looking socialism where the dirty work will certainly get done (not that it wouldnt otherwise), but there is definitely room for criticism of this type of system, especially regarding its implications. effectively withholding products from everyone except for those willing and able to work for them (done by some entity, the state i presume) in order to ensure that the dirty work gets done is an interesting progressive way to introduce and enforce new hierarchies in society based around access to luxury goods. maybe this could be justified, since poverty would be abolished, universal contentment would overtake the species, etc, but how would this monopoly on distribution conflict with the communal ownership of production? would it be communal ownership at all, or only social ownership through the state? why would i do dirty work when a 3d printer or even a full-scale factory can produce things for next to nothing? would 3d printers and factories be barred from my personal usage in this way? would i be cut off from particular means of production in order to ensure that i dont steal goods meant to be given to those more valuable dirty workers? how would this change my relationship with production? can we even separate production from distribution this cleanly in the first place, attempting to pull the two apart and address problems in each separately? will brett ever stop trying to resurrect john stuart mill? etc etc etc. 

theres a lot of uncertainty in that and i dont think this is a sufficient response to communists, or even austrians for that matter, regarding problems of economic calculation. and this is all without ever even questioning money itself as a means of accumulating and hoarding value, potentially in a way that could reintroduce material inequalities in very non-socialist and reactionary ways. 

these are just some basic problems i spot immediately, and i havent gone into much depth (although others have), but i remain convinced that communism is the best alternative and that any money economy is going to have to carry all the burdens of money with it. in brett’s proposal, it probably becomes a redundant and crisis-ridden medium. he might disagree with me, but he does that a lot so im used to it. i also know hes not terribly interested in debating this, so this is isnt to get some response out of him. ill forever be hated on the tumblr left for having the audacity to think that brett is tolerable, and i think there are more important things than the issue of money, especially since, as i already said, we have two very different end goals in mind. but even for communists interested in transitioning to that end goal, i think this is a discussion we ought to take more seriously than we usually do.

also no one on this website knows what socially necessarily labor time is.

danny phantom hcu

in reference to the danny phantom ageing thing, i personally like to go with the immortal idea. like danny keeps ageing, albeit reallllly slowly, until he reaches about 40 in ageing years.

his ghost core is made to keep regenerating itself, and because his ghost half is so perfectly intertwined with his human dna, it starts doing that with his human cells too. his ghostly regenerating powers work at a rate way faster than the human body, and so eventually it catches up with danny. his cells are now regenerating at a rate faster than they can age, keeping danny from ever being able to grow old.

i think, even in the show, danny couldnt die.. because, and lets be honest here, if he couldve - he wouldve. surviving the portal once was lucky enough as it is but, 2 times? 3? 4 if you count what happened in the ghost zone on pp?? nah. i dont buy it. there is no way danny could’ve survived that if he couldve died. so, logically, he cant die. his ghost half wont let him.

i think eventually danny wouldve came out to his parents about his ghost half - they were bound to find out anyways. i refuse to accept what happened in pp as canon, so were going off the basis that that never happened. i dont think danny wouldve told anyone else his secret though. danny would be horrified if people learned his secret and thought, hey.. danny got his powers through an accident with a portal.. maybe i could get powers too! nah. theres no way in hell danny would let that happen, besides, i think he likes being able to live a normal life. well, as normal as a part human part ghosts life can get.

eventually they all start growing up. danny’s parents died a few years back, he was really upset but it wasnt anything he couldnt handle, he had support from tucker and sam of course, and thats all he really needed.

its not until one day, sitting on the porch with his friends, does danny realize anything is wrong. sams got bags under her eyes and tuckers hair has started going gray and danny. well you look exactly like you did when we were 40! the laughter from this comment quickly dies off as they realize just how accurate that statement was, realization dawning on them, danny quickly takes off towards clockworks tower.

a few breakdowns later and danny finally comes to terms with his fate. he was going to live forever, while everyone he knows dies. clockwork tries to assure him that he’ll always be available to talk to, but danny knows clockwork is very busy, and even then its still just not the same. he was alone. danny fakes his death soon after, it wouldnt be long until someone else started noticing his predicament.

he continues to visit sam and tucker until the end, and they make him promise not to lose sight of himself.. and not to forget who they were. he swears through shakey breaths and salty tears. sam is the first to go, and tucker dies too not long after. jazz died years ago in a car accident. he was alone now.

he moves to germany or france or some place foreign and begins a new life - he had always wanted to visit a new country anyways. he never stays for too long in fear of someone finding out who he really was. he always uses a different name and never visits the same place twice unless he is certain no one will remember him. he still thinks about his old friends and the adventures they use to go on, but less and less as the years go by.

it had been a couple hundred years since he last visited amity park. the ghost attacks had decreased greatly when his parents his died and the portal was shut down, and it had been barely 100 years after that when the ghost-human treaty was signed - there was no longer any need for danny phantom.

amity was no longer the small town it was when he once lived there, however, the ‘ghost capital of the world’, birthplace of ghost technology, was now a major city. it made danny a bit sad to see his hometown filled with major businesses and tourists, it no longer had the rural charm he onced loved - but things were different now and he had long ago accepted that nothing would ever stay the same. he wasnt depressed about the past anymore he was just.. existing

he walked along the boardwalk and smiled sadly as a strange sense of deja vu washed over him. this was his town, but at the same time it wasnt. he stopped in the center of the plaza and glanced up at the statue in front of him. a signed told him that the statue was commemorative tribute in honor of the ‘world’s first ghost researchers’ - jack and maddy fenton. he didnt realize his eyes had glazed over until he saw another person staring at the statue with same sad longing that he had.

he immediately froze.

he had completely forgotten about him. in all his years of accepting his lonely fate, it had completely slipped his mind that another person shared the same fate with him - the only other half ghost in existence. vlad seemed to notice him too because his eyes had suddenly gone wide with recognition. they rushed at eachother.

danny hugged vlad like it was the last time he would ever be able to hug another person - and vlad hugged him the same way right back. after a few moments of clinging to eachother they finally broke apart. danny, of course, immediately began questioning vlad. asking if he was still up to the same old evil plots. vlad sighed, filled with exhaustion and remorse, he explained that he long since realized that happiness was not something that could be obtained through his evil doings, and that now all he was trying to do was life his eternity peacefully and without being found out.

that was all danny needed to hear and he immediately accepted vlads words as truth. after all, he knew that all vlad really ever needed was a second chance, his encounters with dan had shown him that. and besides, it was all in the past anyways. he could hardly remember vlad being his enemy.

they decided to have lunch together at a nearby café. they talked all afternoon about what they had been doing all these years and laughed at how different things were in the future. a strange sense of melancholy passed through the pair as they reluctantly decided it was time to go their own ways - but not without giving eachother their contact information, of course. you never know when u might need someone to talk to about the past with.

a few years went by and, much to both of their suprises, they ended up moving to the same town to start a new life. they decided it wouldnt hurt to get a flat together, after all they are the only people who truly understand the other. its hard at first, despite their obvious similarities, they still were two very different people. it takes a while but eventually they learn to get use to eachother, even growing a bit fond of eachother in the process. thats why, when they decide its time to go start a new life somewhere else, they decide to do it together. it couldnt hurt to have a friend.

it gets to the point in their relationship where they know every thing there is to know about the other. vlad knows exactly what things tend to trigger danny’s panic attacks, and he also knows that the best thing for him is a warm mug of hot chocolate and some old movies on the couch. danny knows that when vlad gets too stressed out or angry all he really needs is some of his favorite tea and perhaps a book to read.

they still use their ghost powers - by now they have both mastered them - but not as often as they once did or for the same reasons they once did either. now they only rlly use them out of habit to make things easier. danny can barely recall ever being the hero that was danny phantom, but his jumpsuit serves as a permanent reminder of what he once was - although hes began to forget where the design even came from.

by now their first life is a bit of blur to them - they cant seem recall why they were ever enemies in the first place. they laugh a lot about how much of a “crazed-up fruit loop” vlad use to be and vlad admits he doesnt even remember why he was so infatuated with maddy back then anyways, it all seems like a weird dream to them.

eventually it gets to the point where danny cant remember ever /not/ being friends with vlad. it seemed too distant, too weird. he cant imagine how he managed to survive all those years without him. he still has days where the past consumes him and hes left feeling empty, but he has vlad to help him through that.

he vaguely remembers a promise he made to someone once, a long time ago, to never forget them - but he cant really recall to who or in what life.. everything seemed mixed together now a days.

the thought use to upset him, but hes gotten over it. he may be immortal and be stuck living new lives for the rest of eternity - but at least he doesnt have to do it alone.

tallster n townhull headcannons bc i just got back from a fair n im bored

-caleb really loves fair. like REALLY loves fairs he gets like a litle kid n goes on all the rides its sweet.
-ben probably likes it just as much as caleb bc they probably went to traveling fairs together when they were kids so it reminds of them The Good Times yanno
-caleb likes rides the faster the better n probably goes on them enough times to make a lesser man sick but ben probably prefers the chiller rides bc honestly ben does enough ridiculous stuff everyday lets make the fair the one place hes not constantly on the verge of death at
-abe probably goes on all the rides w caleb but likes the petting zoo the best because he is a Cabbage Nerd™
-rob likes the petting zoo also (mostly bc its abes favorite but shhhh dont tell anyone)
-rob is probably the person that brings water bottles n food n stuff bc fair food is ridiculously expensive and “its just water! why is it three dollars!!!!”
-everyone always ends up eating fair food bc a) it smells so good okay and b) they probably convince rob to be okay with it bc theyre “supporting small businesses okay!!!!”
-ben and caleb 100% share food because theyre That Couple™
-caleb gets ice cream on his nose n ben kisses it off and abe pretends to vomit behind them while rob giggles
-abe later steals a fry out of robs hand tho so????? hes no better n caleb forever makes fun of him for it
-ben and caleb probably get really mushy @ the fair bc theyre reminded of being kids n tbh theyre mushy all the time
-abe and rob wander off then bc u can only spend so long w people as ridiculously happy as ben n caleb without wanting to punch them both for being so in love
-ben and caleb eventually find abe giving rob a piggy back ride tho so honestly they cant talk
-they stay all day and definitely watch the pig races (look them up theyre real theyre great)
-(caleb may or may not win upwards of two hundred dollars from betting on pigs)
-(ben pretends not to notice)
-they go to that place with all the weird mirrors just to make fun of caleb being short
-it cost like twenty dollars but it was totally worth it
-okay so if u didnt know a lot of companies n organizations have booths at county fairs
-so they wander thru the stalls for a while (ben and caleb probably make out in front of the trump booth) (yes there are trump booths at fairs i saw one trust me)
-abe probably catcalls them n rob totally has to kiss him to shut him up theres no other way.
-calebs the kind of person wholl ask for a bite of ur cotton candy and crumple up a ton of it but when he sees a little kid crying bc they dropped their ice cream he gives them his bc caleb is sweet and like???? who wouldnt
-you know those carnival games? caleb and ben are probably great at them as expected bc theyre badass spies n all but rob is probably secretly amazing at them
-but like. lowkey. he doesnt do them bc like??? what would i do with a giant plush wolf im not a furry
-abe blows like $20 on them tho n them rob does it one shot
-“how did u do that?????????????
what like its hard?”
-(cue caleb collapsing into giggles and needing to lean on ben to keep from falling over)
-(caleb probably starts singing legally blonde to ben but then he needs to shut up bc he doesnt wanna offend abe “farmers-against-thespians” woodhull’s delicate sensibilities)
-they totally stay until dark and go on the ferris wheel once it lights up
-caleb sorta falls asleep on bens shoulder
-its sweet
-they still stay for the fireworks tho, bc caleb insists that hes not tired
-they sit on blankets rob brought to watch them
-abe puts his arms around rob n kisses him a lot (which is the most pda-y they get most times but rob doesnt really care bc like??? its the fair and its dark who cares)
-(plus abe looks really cute with the fireworks lighting up his eyes)
-meanwhile caleb and ben are either taking a nap on each other or theyve gone behind a tree to make out
-they make it back before the fireworks end so nobody notices but it totally happens
-ben probably carries caleb back to the car, not bc hes actually that tired but like??? would you pass up a chance to have Benjamin Tallmadge, The Official Cutest Person Alive™ carry you??????????
-i think not
-its only ten when they get back but everyones so tired that they just pass out
-they probably go to the fair the same time every year, For Old Times Sake™ and its always good bc like????? its the fair
-everything is good at the fair its like a bubble of happiness
-at least thats what caleb tells ben to try and convince him that yes, having a fair every day would be a great idea
-ben hits him with a pillow and they go to sleep
-abe probably wakes up the next morning with cotton candy in his hair and rob refused to kiss him until hes washed it out

Placebo lyrics sentence starters
  • "I've never been an extrovert, but i'm still breathing."
  • "I gotta get high, before I go outside."
  • "I'm in alcoholic kind of mood."
  • "I know, you've got me wrapped around your finger."
  • "I know, the past will catch you up as you run faster."
  • "I know, the last in line is always called a bastard."
  • "We were born to lose."
  • "It's either you or me."
  • "S/he stole the keys to my house and then s/he locked herself/himself out."
  • "I'm confused and racked with self-doubt."
  • "Don't you wish you'd never met her/him?"
  • "You don't care about us."
  • "You're too complicated, we should separate it."
  • "Think I'll leave it all behind, save this bleeding heart of mine."
  • "I'll take it by your side."
  • "Without you, I'm Nothing."
  • "Without you, I'm Nothing at all."
  • "Don't let me down."
  • "Your smile would make me sneeze."
  • "I'd pay to have you near."
  • "Don't forget to breathe."
  • "Another love I would abuse, no circumstances could excuse."
  • "I know I'm selfish, I'm unkind."
  • "There's nothing here but what here's mine."
  • "Never thought I'd fill with desire."
  • "Never thought I'd feel so ashamed."
  • "Never thought all this could back fire."
  • "Never thought you'd fuck with my brain."
  • "Say goodbye."
  • "You must realise that you're never alone."
  • "I'm a man, a liar."
  • "Now it takes him all day just to get an erection."
  • "Things aren't what they seem."
  • "I dream of a face that is pure as perfection."
  • "Hey motherfucker, I'm after you. I know where you live."
  • "Change your taste in men."
  • "Come back to me."
  • "Join the masquerade."
  • "I'll describe the way I feel; weeping wounds that never heal."
  • "No escaping gravity."
  • "Draw your final breath."
  • "Every time I rise I see you falling."
  • "Can you find me space inside your bleeding heart?"
  • "I was never faithful, and I was never one to trust."
  • "I'm forever black-eyed, a product of a broken home"
  • "I was never grateful, that's why I spend my days alone."
  • "I wrote this novel just for you."
  • "I wrote this novel just for you, that's why it's vulgar, that's why it's blue."
  • "Those motherfuckers got it wrong."
  • "They said I should get expensive help to fix my head."
  • "I don't care for myself."
  • "Run away from all your boredom."
  • "Run away from all your whoredom."
  • "All it takes is one decision."
  • "Run away!"
  • "You're the one who's always bruised and broken."
  • "I understand the fascination."
  • "I understand the fascination, I've even been there once or twice or more."
  • "Please don't die."
  • "It seemed a place for us to dream."
  • "Love can die."
  • "Wake up..."
  • "I've got problems with the booze, nothing left to lose."
  • "I'm faithless... I'm scared."
  • "I'm on my own for far too long."
  • "She's insane, this friend of mine."
  • "Always stays the same, nothing ever changes."
  • "Hold your breath and count to ten."
  • "Beware this troubled world."
  • "Soulmate dry your eye."
  • "Soulmates never die."
  • "Hush, it's okay."
  • "See you at the bitter end."
  • "There's something rotten down here..."
  • "Don't forget to be the way you are."
  • "The only thing you can rely on is that you can't rely on anything."
  • "Don't go and sell your soul for self-esteem."
  • "Remember me..."
  • "Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry the whole night through..."
  • "I'll be your father, I'll be your mother, I'll be your lover, I'll be yours."
  • "I'll be yours."
  • "Well I've seen you suffer, I've seen you cry for days and days..."
  • "You never were a genius."
  • "Yes I know you're the jealous type."
  • "Walk away!"
  • "Protect me from what I want..."
  • "Maybe we're victims of fate."
  • "Remember when we'd celebrate? We'd drink and get high until late."
  • "Now we're all alone."
  • "Come on fallen star I refuse to let you die."
  • "I've been waiting far too long!"
  • "Be mine."
  • "I was alone, falling free..."
  • "What happened to us, what happened to me?"
  • "Baby...did you forget to take your meds?"
  • "I was alone, falling free, trying my best not to forget."
  • "I will be the one to make you crawl!"
  • "I came down to wish you an unhappy birthday."
  • "Someone call the ambulance..There's gonna be an accident."
  • "I can see in the dark."
  • "I will be the one to watch you fall."
  • "I will find you!"
  • "You're always ahead of the game, I drag behind."
  • "You possess every trait that I lack."
  • "You got A's on your algebra test, I failed and they kept me behind."
  • "I just gotta get off my chest, that I think you're divine."
  • "You let me down before."
  • "I'm medicated...How are you?"
  • "It's the pills that bring you down."
  • "It's between you and me."
  • "It's the pills that pick you up."
  • "It's the special way we fuck."
  • "Fall into you, is all I seem to do..."
  • "I'm afraid to be alone."
  • "This house is no longer a home."
  • "Don't give up on the dream!"
  • "Tear us in two, is all it's gonna do."
  • "Don't go and leave me."
  • "Please don't drive me blind."
  • "I'd fill your every breath with meaning."
  • "I'll find a place we both could hide."
  • "You don't believe me."
  • "You do this everytime."
  • "I know we're broken."
  • "Your eyes forever glued to mine."
  • "I know I broke it."
  • "I know I broke you."
  • "It's horrid to see you again."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your lips."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your kiss."
  • "When I dream, I dream of your fists."
  • "I was not honest."
  • "And I'll wait my turn,to terrorize you."
  • "Can't you see these skies are breaking?"
  • "one of a kind is all I own."
  • "I wanna try but I get annoyed."
  • "In the cold light of morning the party gets boring, you're high."
  • "In the cold light of morning,You're drunk sick from whoring and high."
  • "You are one of God's mistakes."
  • "You're a waste of skin."
  • "You're waste of space."
  • "It's a song to say goodbye."
  • "Well now you need me more than I need you."
  • "You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?"
  • "It doesn't hurt me."
  • "You don't want to hurt me."
  • "So much hate for the ones we love."
  • "Tell me, we both matter, don't we?"
  • "Let me steal this moment from you now."
  • "The way you're dancing makes me come alive."
  • "Move closer, I wanna feel your touch."
  • "The way you're moving, makes you all that I desire."
  • "You are the one who took my place."
  • "And it was a leap of faith I could not take."
  • "And it was a promise I could not make."
  • "You are getting in the way!"
  • "I have nothing left to say."
  • "I will pretend it didn't hurt."
  • "You are a cheap and nasty fake."
  • "I am the bones you couldnt break!"
  • "I always aimed to please."
  • "I nearly died."
  • "For what it's worth?"
  • "Come on walk with me."
  • "Got no friends, got no lover."
  • "I've been wasting all my time!"
  • "I got no energy to fight."
  • "I don't see the point in trying."
  • "All of my wrongs, and all my wicked ways,Will come back to haunt me."
  • "He wrote all the songs I hope to write someday."
  • "Looks like the devil is here to stay."
  • "We'll kiss and tremble with the delight."
  • "I had so very much to say."
  • "I pretended I was okay."
  • "So I haven't given up."
  • "A heart that hurts, is a heart that works."
  • "No one can take it/you away from me."
  • "I long, I burn to touch her/him/you just the same."
  • "Don't let them get their way!"
  • "There is no law we/you must obey!"
  • "Damn you all to hell!"
  • "Time will help you through..."
  • "The sound of silence grows."
  • "The two of us are rebels."
  • "The payback is here, take a look, it's all around you."
  • "You thought you'd never shed a tear."
  • "This ain't no singing in the rain."
  • "You can run but you can't hide!"
  • "No one here gets out alive."
  • "Breathe me every time you close your eyes..."
  • "Taste me every time you cry."
  • "This memory will fade away and die."
  • "Just for today, breathe me and say goodbye..."
  • "How many times?!"
  • "Now I can't look you in the eye!"
  • "And I don't even want to try."
  • "Every word from you is a lie."
  • "I'm always falling on my face."
  • "I don't think that you're aware of the cost."
  • "Stupid me to believe that I could trust in stupid you!"
  • "Don't leave me here to pass through time!"
  • "I don't know where to begin."
  • "Don't leave me here."
  • "I'm sick of fighting..."
  • "The cold is biting..."
  • "My broken spirit is frozen to the core."
  • "Don't wanna be here no more."
  • "Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes?"
  • "And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away?"
  • "You must be joking!"
  • "You don't even know a thing about it!"
  • "You've got no problem."
  • "I'd stay right there if I were you!"
  • "The grass is always greener over there."
  • "I don't want to be alone."
  • "I'm alive, so alive."
  • "I'm in a desperate situation."
  • "Now there's a hand print on your cheek."
  • "Is it my imagination?"
  • "Let me pay you back in kind."
  • "I always watch you when you're dreaming"
  • "I always watch you when you're dreaming because I know it's not of me."
  • "I smoke a dozen cancer sticks."
  • "We run for our lives."
  • "Promise me that we will make it through."
  • "Don't worry baby - it's just the end of the world."
  • "I refuse to remain in regrets."
  • "I've existed too long in secrets."
  • "Help me start to heal."
  • "Every one of my needs will be met."
  • "I refuse to be left behind."
  • "I know you want to stop."
  • "Be glad for what you got."
  • "I recognize the smile."
  • "There are some things I cannot forget."
  • "It may be for a while, I'll pretend we've never met."
  • "And maybe we will part."
  • "Will your paranoia keep you warm?"
  • "I will still enjoy to watch you fall."
  • "Stop!"
  • "I try every day"
  • "I try every day, to think of something deep to say."
  • "If I am an extra in the film of my own life, then who the hell is the director?"
  • "Show me how to live."
  • "There's a riot in my head."
  • "Let's fight until the end of days."
  • "Let's destroy and let's devastate."
  • "I know where you live."
  • "Time is money, bastard."
  • "You are so beautiful."
  • "Love claims to have the answer."
  • "Can you imagine a love that is so proud?"
  • "We are loud like love!"
  • "If you were mine, then we would know!"
  • "And with our bodies entwined we will know paradise."
  • "My computer thinks I'm gay."
  • "I got too many friends."
  • "I'll never be there for you/them."
  • "I am a small and gentle man."
  • "Hold on to me..."
  • "My behaviour is hard to understand."
  • "But I'm still doing all I can, to try and get me some redemption."
  • "And I'm knee deep in sinking sand, crying out for your attention!"
  • "Rob the bank!"
  • "Take me home, then make love."
  • "There wasn't much I used to need..."
  • "Now my mistakes are haunting me."
  • "I've lost the power to understand what it takes to be a man."
  • "You tried your best to be a friend to my heart."
  • "I saw you wanted this to end."
  • "Please no grieving, my love, understand?"
  • "Now I feel I've lost my spark."
  • "Can't you see I'm sick of fighting?"
  • "Can't you see I've lost my way?"
  • "All my dreaming torn in pieces..."
  • "As you wake does he smother you in kisses long and true?"
  • "Want you so bad I can taste it!"
  • "If I could, I would hover while he's making love to you, make it rain as I cry."
  • "Your touch, I cannot regret!"
  • "You're so my kind."
  • "You're so my kind, erotic and devine."
  • "To me you're more than a human, you are more complex."
  • "You are like a fallen angel."
  • "Look me in the eyes, say that again."
  • "Knock me off my feet like heroin."
  • "No need to disguise or to pretend."
  • "Tonight's the night that we begin the end."
  • "I tried, God knows, I tried."
  • "There's nothing you can do to change my mind."
  • "I don't enjoy to watch you cry."
  • "Blame me for the sorry state you're in."
  • "I love you more than any man, but something's getting in the way."
  • "I do you harm because I can for the second time today."
  • "When I get drunk, you take me home and keep me safe from harm."
  • "I ask you for another second chance, but then I drink it all away."
  • "I was so delicate when we began, so tender when I spoke your name."
  • "Now I'm nothing but a partisan to my compulsion and my shame."
  • "You know, I'm grateful, I appreciate."
  • "Then I run away to wonderland, and disappear without trace."
  • "Can't you see there's a world out there?"
  • "Don't be scared."
  • "Babe I'm gonna be your man!"
  • "And it's plain to see you were meant for me."
  • "I wanna be your toy."
  • "I've been smoking too long."
  • "I wanna turn you on."
  • "I'm only a person."
  • "Open up your heart, let me slip inside."
  • "Lie to me."
  • "Drink you pretty."
  • "My mother told me, that you're never lonely when you're laughing all the time."
  • "My father told me, that you're always lonely when they're all laughing at you."
  • "He tries to impress her, mentally undress her."
  • "Theres a look on your face I would like to knock out."
  • "All I want is to see you in terrible pain."
  • "Theres no light in your eyes and your brain is too slow."
  • "Fuck you."
  • "So fuck you anyway."
  • "Makes me sick when I hear all the shit that you say."
  • "Theres a time for us all and I think yours has been, can you please hurry up cos I find you obscene?"
  • "I cant wait for the day that you're never around, when that face isn't here and you rot underground."
  • "Your eyes are almost dead."
  • "I wanna be much more like you."
  • "I wanna take a bath with you."
  • "I wanna say I do."
  • "The way your smile lights up the room."
  • "To jealousy I'll stay immune."
  • "She's a faker, always let's me down."
  • "Don't you make me frown."
  • "I never wanted the real thing."
  • "I didn't mean it."
  • "I'm the one to blame."
  • "Did too much cocaine..."
  • "One more time for me."
  • "Put your hands in the air, and wave them like you give a fuck!"
  • "The only place you’re truly free is cosy in your dreams."
  • "We need to concentrate on more then meets the eye."
  • "Patience comes to the ugly, not me."
  • "Laughter comes to the lucky, not me."
  • "Where is my mind?"
My Experience with Other Signs as an Aries

Aries: I surprisingly don’t know many Aries at all, in fact Im the only Aries in my family. I do have one friend who I talk to on occasion from high school who is extremely dramatic but can be fun. We usually have a good time. He’s very kind and outgoing, very involved in school and independent. He is extremely driven and a bit sassy. Actually, really sassy.

Taurus: Oh Taurus, I actually don’t know many of Taurus’ either. My grandfather is one, and boy is he a trip. He’s very loving and caring and extremely stubborn. He’s quite blunt but that could also be age. I love him to death and he’s always so curious and involved with my life.

Gemini: Boy do Geminis rule my life. As far as family goes, My mom, Grandma and brother are all Gemnis and when we get going, theres no stopping our fun! They are caring and outgoing, but DEFINITELY have two sides to them. Actually one of my friends is a Gemini as well, when they text, they are one person, when talking in person they are another. No offense to any Geminis out there but when I find out a new friend of mine is a Gemini I get a little disappointed because I’ve been around them all of my life. Overall they are very smart, intuitive and FUN! (When we spark) otherwise, theres no connection.

Cancer: Cancer, Cancer, Cancer. I tend to stay away from Cancers because they can be extremely draining. But I do have one or two friends who are Cancers and we do have some good times but its not very long lasting. They find me and I grow to like them, even if they are emotional and clingy AT TIMES. But I love them nonetheless.

Leo: YES! Leos! Im so interested in what its like to be friends with a Leo. Ive only known one Leo in my life and when we hung out it was interesting. I found myself wanting to compete with them, trying to test them and maybe…crush their ego a little bit. All in good fun of course. They are very competitive and love attention. I hope to find more Leos as I progress through life.

Virgo: Virgos can really bring me down when they are in a bad mood. My dad is a Virgo and boy do we get real heated when we argue. But we do have some good times on occasion. He’s very to himself and can be selfish at times. He’s not as affectionate all the time but he has his moments when he will say something meaningful in very few words.

Libra: I know about 2 Libras and we have our moments but if we are in a place alone together theres no excitement. Libra is my opposite so that may have something to do with it. It’s very quiet, when we talk I’m never really sure how to interact with them. Most of our conversations are short and empty. But to me a Libra is very friendly and thrives on shared interests. So when we find something to talk about, its an instant spark.

Scorpio: One of my very, very, very BEST friends is a Scorpio and I admire them very much. She is so confident in herself and who she is, its almost shameless. She gives no shits but I know she has her moments when she’s very insecure. Always Mysterious, ALWAYS! I never know what she’s thinking or what to expect with her. However, she can be wild and she’s EXTREMELY passionate. Theres no denying that. She succeeds in anything she puts her mind too. She’s like a jack of all trades. Of course because she can be distant at times, I start to wonder if we still have that best friend spark but then my birthday rolls around and she surprises me with the most meaningful messages, via social media and telephone calls.

Sagittarius: AYEEEEEEEE MY OTHER ULTIMATE BEST FRIEND! Confident and outgoing. I have two best friends in this sign. I can talk to them for hours. We can sit and talk until the wee hours of the morning whether it be serious, heart-to-hearts or even just goofy stupid stuff. Its never ending and theres NEVER a dull moment when it comes to a Sag. They always are up for a new adventure and that is something I thrive off of. They can get me off my lazy butt and bring me out of my comfort zone. I LOVE THEM. Oh and they are HILARIOUS.

Capricorn: My favorite Earth Sign.These people confuse me sometimes. One of my other best friends is a Capricorn and boy can we have fun. But sometimes she comes off as needy and it pushes me away. She’s very loving, and affectionate. She can be a bit smothering and self-conscious at times and I have to use all my power to make her feel better, and sometimes its a dead end but other times it works. But we feed off of each other, we learn from each other. She teaches me how to not be such a hard-ass all the time and she learns how to be more confident in herself.

Aquarius: Never.Ending.Excitement. I have a close friend who’s an Aquarius and she’s what makes Aquarius my favorite air sign of all time. When we hang out it is so much fun. We both want to go out and explore. I also like her because I know where I stand with her. She can be detached and still let me know that we are great friends. This is very admirable to me and I like a break from the constant affection and mushiness I experience with some of the other signs.

Pisces: Ive been waiting to get to Pisces since I decided to write my experiences. My favorite water sign, Pisces has a very SPECIAL place in my heart. I am literally surrounded by them. They find me everywhere I go but I don’t mind it. I understand them to a T. One of my best college friends is a Pisces and we’ve only known each other for a year and its like we’ve known each other forever and a day. I know what she’s thinking all the time and I know how to talk to her and appeal to aspects of her personality. She mirrors my more introverted side which makes me become extraverted in order to bring out her extraverted side. (Follow?) Plus she’s hilarious and makes it so theres never a dull moment we feed off of each others energy and have the time of our lives.

anonymous asked:

Ok but what if a squib from a pureblood family had children with a pureblood. What would their children's blood status be?

If Bill is pureblood, but Fleur is a quarter veela, what are they’re children’s blood status?

killing two asks here; What everyone has to remember with this is that BLOOD status is about BLOOD, not magical ability. It does not matter that Harrys mom was magical, she was MUGGLEborn. Which makes her blood, MUGGLE. So Harry is HALF even though both his parents are magical. 

With Squibs it works in the same vein. If the Squib is pureblood and marries a pureblood then their kids are pureblood even if they’re squibs (EDIT: this is debatable since the blood purists who created this system do NOT consider Squibs to be magical, however if the rules of the rest of it applied, then it is possible to have pureblooded Squibs, they just wouldn’t be recognized as such by the High of Pureblood Society). If a Squib married a muggle, their kids are HALFblood, their entire family line will probably end up being HALFblooded Squibs until theres so many generations they just forget they had magic at all and thats actually where MUGGLEBORNS come from. It’s that magic from generations ago showing back up in a random person. (and so it could effectively be argued that muggleborns don’t really exist, they’re just halfbloods far far far down the magical lineage but lets not get into that xD)

FLEUR is not Pureblooded, because her grandmother is a Veela. Which is NOT a witch, nor magical in the way that those who designed the rules around blood purity define it. She’s actually not 100% HUMAN. So she is definitely not pureblooded. She is more along the lines of Hagrid, with the non human ancestor. On the Wiki we classify their blood status as ‘Part Human’. But if anything she would be HALFblooded, because one part of her family tree is magic and the other part is not.

And to end this, let me make this super simple. we all know what Pureblooded means. we all know what muggle and muggle born means. If you are pureblooded, thats what you are. If you are muggle born, thats what you are. IF YOU ARE ANYTHING ELSE. a combo of them, mixed with giant/veela, your great granddad married a muggle but your grandparents are all magical, your mom is a squib. LITERALLY IF YOU ARE NOT PURE OR MUGGLEBORN.

you. are. half. blood. the blood purists made it pretty cut and dry when they implemented this system. You’re like them, you’re from muggles, or youre between the two.

and when they say halfblood its not literally HALF. like ½. Halfblood is just the medium between PURE and MUGGLE. And once the pureblooded line is “muddied” (which is where mudblood comes from okay) it can NEVER go back to being pure. The muggle will ALWAYS be on the family tree. They will FOREVER be halfblood. James ruined the Potter blood status by marrying Lily. Harry, Ginny, Ron & Hermione’s kids, grandkids, great grandkids, forever and ever will ALWAYS be halfblood, so the Weasley name is not Pure anymore. However, lines of it can be. Like if Angelina Johnson is pureblood, then Georges branch of the tree could continue to be Pure, but the Weasley name in general has become Half due to Ginny, Ron and Bill. And maybe Percy but we don’t know anything about Audrey. 

hope that cleared some stuff up. if you have more questions please ask OFF ANON because I don’t wanna post a million asks about blood purity xD 

  • "OMG would you guess that I'm not wearing undies today?"
  • "Everything ends-- even the lives of families and friends."
  • "I don't wanna see you go but it's not forever."
  • "A juice box, and make it a motts goddamn it."
  • "Where you have you been all my life!?"
  • "When you know everything it's suddenly strange when you don't have a clue."
  • "My real passion is fanfiction."
  • "My head's confused but I know there's something in it."
  • "I want to know your story."
  • "Bitch. I ain't Cho-chang."
  • "You don't need me as a guide."
  • "Ridevines! What the hell can't they do!"
  • "They're remember me!"
  • "Do not be fooled by appearances."
  • "That Zefron poster is boss."
  • "I wanna be your friend forever."
  • "I never cared for stories until you entered mine."
  • "You think killing people will make them like you. It doesn't. It makes them dead."
  • "In order to beat a man, you gotta be stronger than a man. You gotta be a WOMAN."
  • "I'd feel much better if you would stay here."
  • "But I don't have a job!"
  • "God. I can't stand people who don't read."
  • "1,001 nights with you is not enough to end."
  • "I wanna let her know I feel so queezy."
  • "I am a starship ranger!"
  • "I'm finally ready, so ready to go."
  • "You're a whole lot hotter with that lightning scar."
  • "Don't forget that dirt is solid and clouds can disappear."
  • "What the hell is a Huffelpuff?"
  • "This could mean danger."
  • "Everybody knows that's just the way it goes and there's nothing you can do."
  • "Take off your cloths."
  • "I want a rocket ship!"
  • "Do YOU have a rocker ship?!"
  • "We're there. We've reached that point."
  • "I'm not a baby! I'm twelve!"
  • "You are not permitted to touch!"
  • "I never expected to find someone like you."
  • "Tiger fucker!"
  • "You don't know you the way I do."
  • "He taught me how to love."
  • "If you don't go out there and die for something I will kill you for nothing."
  • "I guess that's what Harry Potter's all about."
  • "What remains of a man when that man is dead and gone?"
  • "I wanna be a modern dancer."
  • "... Hold you in a tight embrace and cuddle till we're blue."
  • "How will they tell my story?"
  • "Perhaps it's not too late to change the course of fate."
  • "Sorry. Did I just stutter?"
  • "There's a hidden swimming pool!"
  • "If I hide to save my life, what has my life been for?"
  • "Just because you care about stuff doesn't mean you're weak."
  • "I know you've seen the rough time, hell, I see them too, but I ain't seen anyone face them half as well as you."
  • "Daddy! Daddy! You came to love me!"
  • "Who cares about bein' another pipe dreamer?!"
  • "I'm in love with my best friend."
  • "You can't confuse me with numbers."
  • "I'll never be a hero."
  • "Thank dear dead God, man!"
  • "I wanna be somebody's buddy."
  • "I must be pretty great if you believed in me."
  • "I'm just a side kick, but I love being at your side."
  • "Wait. Not so fast."
  • "I'm the one who's gonna love you with all of his heat because that's what I've got."
  • "Who could care about a loser like me!?"
  • "What will I do without you to guide me?"
  • "I'm so sad that we are done, but that don't mean we can't do it again."
  • "So good to be gettin' laid."
  • "You can't hold on to what's gone."
  • "I came home."
  • "You can't just GO to Pigfarts! It's on mars!"
  • "This must be how it feels to have a home."
  • "Finally, I found a friend."
a dissection of the last scene in episode 9 in YoI

this is mainly for me to be able to figure out the mathematical side of what happened in the last scene of episode 9…

1) makkachin is ALIVE! i can finally get some sleep now knowing a good boyTM is good and alive.


we have the boyfriend running to each other which reminds me SO much of internet friends/long distance relationships meeting each other which is exciting because this is the longest that the two have been away from each other. according to various flights, the average time for a trip from Russia to Japan is 16 hours as a connecting flight. Two flights would be 32 hours, so 1 day and a lil more.. plus the time that took for Viktor to find and care for Makkachin I would guess 2 days. Adding the time that Yuri took to figure out the ranks of the competitors and pack in Russia and leave for the airport, I would guess they were apart for around 3 and a half, but since its dark out I would say the end of the 4th day. So they were apart for around, assuming, 4 days. If you’ve ever been utterly in love with someone, thats a long time to not see them!

The distress on their faces make it apparent that they want to feel each other in the other’s arms and love the other desperately. 


Look how hard they’re holding each other. They’re so in LOVE O H    MYY G OD


Obviously Viktor has something very important to tell Yuri, if its the first words he speaks to him. Viktor, from this facial expression, seems distressed and clearly this thing has been on his mind for a while. And we see Yuri also being this way when Yuri remembers something Viktor told him:

If they were “just friends”, they wouldn’t let them on each other’s minds effect them so much. 


I couldn’t have said it better myself but weeaboobi’s post about Yuri using all the confidence he has to ask Viktor to be his coach until he retires really exemplifies how much he wanted/needed Viktor to be his coach. Viktor being his coach really meant a lot to him, as you can see, because its helped Yuri be more confident and have more self esteem. He’s found what love is, because of Viktor.


Yuri is that Viktor stays his coach until he retires but, all the same, Viktor looks relieved like its what he was going to say. 

Yuri is proposing that Viktor stays his coach until he retires but, all the same, Viktor looks relieved like its what he was going to say. 

So if Yuri suggested that Viktor be his coach until he retired, and Viktor takes that like a marriage proposal, does that mean that Viktor is used to marriages ending at one point? If thats so, then what he says next is VERY important.



This is what I was talking about before: if Viktor is used to marriages ending at a certain point, then he says that THAT CERTAIN POINT WOULD NEVER COME.

By saying he wishes that Yuri would never retire, he’s saying that he wants to be Yuri’s coach forever. This is displaying that that is what he was going to tell Yuri about the realization of his coach position. 

By Viktor says he wishes that Yuri would never retire, he’s saying that he wants to be Yuri’s coach forever and stay at the hot springs forever and eat pork cutlet bowls with him forever and help him win competitions forever and choreograph skating routines for him forever. He wants to be in Yuri’s life forever.


Theres really no reason, at all, to say that Yuri and Viktor either don’t have romantic feelings for each other or aren’t dating. Maybe they aren’t dating, but they definitely do have feels for each other. Two straight males who don’t have any feelings for each other in the slightest wouldn’t act, or rather be portrayed, this way. It isn’t queerbaiting and it isn’t over-sexualizing or putting the director or the writer of the show in an uncomfortable situation. The director of Yuri on Ice has said that they are in a relationship, and the writer said that they would want a wedding.

If anyone has anything to add, then feel free to put it in!

Player's parental influence on fallen kids (part 1) or why Frisk wasn't born as kind from the start

Or how mika is struggling answering anon’s question rip

“Hmm about what Frisk and Chara think of the Player, again it’s gonna be lengthy. I dont know whether i should call this meta, headcanon or theory.

First of, Frisk.

Ok, i have this headcanon that the moment frisk “fell down” to the underground, apart some general knowledge, frisk doesn’t have any memory of their background. So pretty much as Chara, Frisk was a confused kid who doesnt know what to do or whats going on.

Do you know little goose and little ducklings? When they were born, they will “imprint” (or “inprint”?? I honestly dont remember). Basically the first thing they see in their life will automatically becomes their “mother”. Be it a mama goose, a human or even a toy, they will forever follow this “mom” around untill they get to think on their own.

Frisk is like those little ducklings. Whose their mom? Whats the first thing they see? Notice that the first thing they did when they stood up from that patch of flowers was to look straight at the fourth wall, look straight at US. The player. And probably Chara too.

Ohohoho do you see what I mean? Congratz! We became a mom! We and Chara…

That moment, Frisk puts FULL trust in our and Chara’s guidence. Frisk will do everything we tell them to do without any question.

Go left we command, theyll go left. Go right we say, theyll go right. Take another piece of candy, theyll do it despite feeling like “scum of the world”. (Its not chara telling frisk is the scum of the world. Chara NARRATES what frisk feels. But yeah they do comment “look what have you done”) Spare. Theyll spare. Flee. theyll flee. Flirt. Yep absolutely. FIGHT. Okay they will do it because you tell them to do.

“Wait do you mean that frisk is ready to fight and kill someone.” Yeah…
“But frisk is gentle and kind!” Can you wait for me a sec.
Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha no.

Do you know that we can spare Snowdrake by letting Frisk telling him that noone will love him for who he is? (Again itisn’t Chara who tells Frisk to do it, Chara NARRATES what Frisk is doing to us Players) And do you know that we still can have a perfect True Pacifist ending even though we let Frisk just stand there and watch Monster Kid fall to death. It’s ok though Undyne saves them! And in epilouge instead of “shes mean” we will get “dont talk to me again”.

Idk about you, when i see chara as a human not a demon, i also see frisk as a human not an angel, a push-over human who can become loving but can also become..ehm…violent.

Remember in Undertale, unlike monster soul, human soul doesnt need compassion and love to exist. No, im not saying Frisk is a psychopath/sociopath/whatever. It means that as much chara isnt born to be evil, frisk isnt born to be kind. 

Kindness, compassion, love. To monsters, it is something to be born with. To humans, in both undertale and the real world, it is something to be LEARNED from outside, from family, friends and the world around. Our personality is the result of interACTion between ourselves and the world outside. (Actually idk how to say this exactly in english, but basically this is what we learned from school :v ) And we also learned that human’s personality isnt fully formed until like… 20s or 30s years old?? Or 40s i cant remember. just think about it. Think about what kind of person we were 10 years ago and the person we are now. For me myself, its a whole lot difference.

What I am trying to say here is that, like every young child, Frisk’s character and personality at the beginning of the game isn’t fully developed (and isnt “rigid” either) until later, thanks to the Players choices.

In the true pacifist run, the choices we make, the reactions from the monsters, these feed Frisk and Chara’s Red soul with compassion and love. Thanks to that Frisk learns of love, Chara feels love AGAIN. 

Thanks to that, Frisk has their own character development. Remember after we burned down Undyne’s house and we have a little battle with her. No matter what we choose, be it Fight or Act, it only does her 1 damage. “But isnt it because her def is super high?” I was thinking about that too but then I remembered that she actually FELT the attack was very weak. “Like Frisk what are you doing here I pressed like maximum level of fight why didn’t you tried your best like usual??” Remember that last blow with Asgore? It should have killed him but no. Who held back?  That’s some subtle sign. Oh but look at this. Remember when we told Frisk to laugh or to heckle Snowdrake’s mom but they DIDN’T. Remember when we click FIGHT with amalgamates, asriel and lost souls, it’s always a MISS. No we Player didn’t miss, but Frisk did. Intentionally. Do you think thats because Frisk finally disobeys us the Player and refuses to fight? “Like mom, you’ve been teaching me about MERCY by giving mercy to everyone even Flowey and now you want to me to fight them ohohohoho no. -_- “ Frisk still listens to us but now has the voice and thinking of their own.

In no mercy route, however, we make Frisk a killing machine. Fight. Fight. Fight. Love? Hahaha they don’t see it anywhere, they haven’t seen it anywhere because we didn’t show them at all. Love and compassion in that run became a completely alien and foreign thing. Killing was “too much” (check the music file in the game named “mus_toomuch”). But they still trust us. They still need to follow our commands. So they coped with that by distancing their feelings, becoming numb. They became empty and a nothing like a puppet. Their own personality came down to almost a zero.

Back to anon’s question. Frisk thinks the Player as a… role model, a parental role sorta who they fully trust.” 

And now to Chara…. which I will talk about it much much later because *wheezes* aaaaaaarrrrggghhh but theres too many stuffs i wanna talk about them like how the Player affect them and how they trust us the player in the end of true Pacifist route or how significantly we affect chara when we cheat sans during no mercy run by proving how we are DESPERATE to gain power and LOVE afjsbsjsbksbskbsksgis actually i almost spoiled the whole thing.

But again this is how I see things though, you can totally have the insight of your own about it but I was like super duper want to share this thoughts because I haven’t seen anyone talking about it yet and it stuck in my head like a freaking leech that prevents me from drawing anything uhhuhuhhu

Say The Words That I Can't Say, Chapter 5

Well, hello again my lovelies. Happy Valentine’s Day! (In my time zone at least.) Thank you so much to everyone who had such kind things to say about Orphan’s Valentine’s. I’ve definitely been enjoying living in my own little dreamy romance state the last couple of weeks as I’ve been writing these. It means the world to me to hear what you think, and I’m so grateful for each and every comment and like.

This chapter felt to me like a conclusion to this story in a lot of ways, so this might be the end. I reserve the right to come back to it later if the story strikes me, but for now, this is it. I hope you like it, I hope it’s not too heavy handed or too mushy gushy. Feel free to let me know if you think I over did my metaphors, or really anything else that you think!

Previous chapters can be found here on my fics page. Thanks!

Say The Words That I Can’t Say, Chapter 5

“Finn…” she murmurs, pressing her back into the counter. She needs something to steady her unruly knees, which have yet to recover from the day before. It’s dizzying to see him sitting there at the kitchen table, too much after going through the ringer at therapy and she feels lightheaded.

He’s so beautiful. It’s only been 24 hours or so since she’s seen him last, but he’s so lovely that it’s almost hard to look at him. It’s like her poor distressed brain can’t begin to process him. She looks at the floor.

“Rae,” Finn begins, and she can’t help but glance up to see his features marred by anxiety. Their eyes lock for a minute, and Finn’s jaw works futilely. “I… I…”

His eyes dart away quickly to where Linda is standing with her back pressed up against the kitchen sink, watching them with a bland expression. When he sees her looking, his eyes drop down to the tabletop. Rae watches as he swallows thickly and his fingers tighten around his empty mug. His eyebrows furrow. She wonders what he’s thinking, what he’s doing here. Perhaps he’s here to put the nail in the coffin, finally end it once and for all. Or maybe… maybe Kester was right.

She tries to suspend her speculating, to live in the uncertainty rather than jumping to conclusions. It’s hard, almost harder than believing the absolute worst thing. But it’s a bit easier when she can look at him.

“Right then.” Linda announces abruptly, clearing her throat. Rae doesn’t turn her head, just continues to stare at Finn’s brooding, silent face. “I’m just going to go… upstairs. I’ll leave you to it.”

Rae senses her Mum moving, but she can’t seem to look away from Finn, like there are answers spelled out in the constellations of his freckles if she could only decipher the language. His jaw keeps clenching and unclenching. There’s a muscle that stands out in relief against his neck, and she thinks that she might be able to solve all the mysteries of the world if she just watches it long enough. Or at the very least, the mystery of them.

“Not that either of you seem to realize I’m here anyway…” Rae turns towards the sound of her mother’s muttering just in time to catch a glimpse of her back as she leaves the kitchen, a line of water dampening Linda’s shirt from having leaned against the sink. As she watches Linda’s shadow retreat down the hallway, Rae almost wishes her Mum would come back. Almost wishes they could stay there, suspended in that last moment of not knowing, the last moment when there is still a possibility of them.

Finn’s eyes are on her face when she looks back, and she drops her gaze to the floor, shifting her feet beneath her. The silence in the room feels thick, and Rae has a vague impression that there is still some third party in the kitchen watching as she and Finn try to fumble their way to a conversation.

“Who’s Kester?” He asks finally, and Rae glances up to see him twisting his mouth and staring at his hands.

“What?” She can’t understand what’s happening. What did he come here for? How does he know about Kester?

Finn looks up and they lock eyes for a long second. His face is contorted and wary, almost like that morning after the rave, almost shifty. Her heart sinks and she exhales heavily. “Your Mum asked how it went with Kester. He a friend of yours?”

Rae stares at him blankly for a long moment, until something in her seems to crack and a curious weightlessness floods her. She doesn’t understand him, doesn’t know what’s going on here, and all of the sudden she just can’t take any more feelings about it. It’s too much. After yesterday’s wracking sobs and today’s cold self-loathing and the soul-searching in therapy, she just doesn’t have anything left in her. She’s got no more energy to hide, no more energy for anything other than the simple truth.

“Kester’s my therapist.” She says, and something in Finn seems to deflate. His face softens, his shoulders slump, and the tightness of his limbs loosens perceptibly.

“Oh.” The barest smile lifts the corners of his mouth. “I thought you was avoidin’ me.”

He shakes his head and huffs a single chuckle, like he wants the terrible heaviness of the moment to have dissipated, but can’t quite convince himself to believe it. Rae’s eyes trace a vein of blue in the fake linoleum floor as she dispassionately considers what to say. It’s a relief to be emotionless after the storm of feelings that’s been her life over the last couple of days, but it makes navigating the waters of this conversation tricky.

“I kind of was.”

“Rae.” Finn’s voice is a plea, and she looks up. His eyes are wide and sorrowful beneath his raised brows, his cheeks are flushed and his mouth is twisted. “Rae, I’m so sorry.”

Some of her rogue emotions seem to trickle back in, and Rae glances at the back door, unable to bear his guilty expression. She doesn’t need him to be sorry that he doesn’t want her, she doesn’t need him to feel bad about not being able to stomach the bullshit of being with her. She just wants this to go away, she just wants to head up to her room and crawl in her bed and sleep for a year, sleep until she feels better, sleep maybe forever. She knows she should reassure him- after all, she can’t blame him for wanting out of a relationship with her. She’d love to get out of a relationship with herself.

Finn’s voice is low and serious as he continues, and she can feel his gaze on her face like the press of hot air from a heating vent. “I… I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, believe me. I was really looking forward to spending time with you.”

“You fell asleep?” She jerks her head back to examine his face for signs of falsehood, but he just looks repentant.

“Yeah, what did you think had happened?”

“I dunno.” She shrugs, and the truth pours out of her. “I guess I thought you just didn’t want to see me.”

“No.” He says forcefully. He stands abruptly, his chair screeching across the floor, and strides quickly across the room until he’s standing in front of her. Finn places a palm on both of her cheeks and tilts her head until she’s meeting his concerned eyes. “No. Why wouldn’t I want to see you?”

“I guess… I thought after what happened at college the other morning, you’d finally seen how mad I am and had enough of me.” She can’t lower her head with the way he’s holding her, so she lowers her eyes as best she can, ashamed of her answer.

Finn drops his hands and backs away. When he replies, he lifts his hands uselessly, clearly frustrated. “Why would you think that, Rae? Did I give you any sign that I felt that way? I thought after that… you said you trusted me. Why don’t you trust me?”

Rae shakes her head, lifts her now teary eyes to the ceiling, trying to muster the strength to lie. But she can’t. She’s so tired, so spent that it has to be the truth.

“It’s not that. It’s me I don’t trust.” She swallows heavily once the words escape, but he’s shaking his head in bewilderment. Her voice is soft and halting as she explains, “It’s… I don’t trust that there’s anything in me that’s… enough to keep you.”

He’s standing a few feet away, as if her words and his frustration are creating a tangible barrier between them. She can almost see it, almost feel the stones in the invisible wall that surrounds her as he lifts his angry eyes to hers. His nostrils are flared, his jaw tight, and he lifts one hand, palm up. For a second, it looks like he’s reaching across the impermeable distance to get to her, but as he starts talking again, he drops his arm heavily to his side.

“That’s… that’s total bullshit. And you know it.”

“Just, just listen for a minute.” She begs, knowing it’s time. She’s been playing at something she’s completely unprepared to handle with him, and it’s time to lay the cards on the table and let it go. It’s probably the end, but at least it’ll be the right end. Maybe it’ll hurt less this way. “That day at the chippie, when you asked me if I was better? I lied. I’m not better, Finn. I’m not even close to better.”

Rae lifts her tear filled eyes to his, both hating to admit this, and relieved to not have to pretend. Finn’s jaw has softened, and his eyes are no longer cool and flinty, but he doesn’t move to close the distance between them. She tucks her arms behind her back and grips the counter, needing the solidity of it in her hands as she delivers the death blow to their relationship.

“I’m… I’m working on it. Or at least working on working on it. But I’m not better. I’m not normal, and I’m never going to be normal.” She swallows, looks towards the back door as she brushes an errant tear away. “And it’s not just that other people are gonna take the piss outta you for bein’ with me… I’m fucked up. So you’d have to deal with my shit, too. And you deserve better. You deserve to be with somebody normal.”

Silence falls as Rae stares down at her shoes. She can’t look at him, can’t stand to see confirmation in his eyes, or worse… pity. So she keeps her head down, focuses on pulling air through her contracted lungs. Why is it always so hard to breathe around him? That might be one benefit to not being with him anymore- maybe the air will be just air again, rather than some kind of conduit or barrier. It feels like ages since she’s had a clean breath that wasn’t laden with something more. She doesn’t look at him, tries not to guess at what he’s thinking from the angle of his boots.

“Are you done?” Finn’s voice is gruff and unrelenting, and she risks a glance at his face. He looks furious. She returns her eyes to the floor and nods. “Okay, now you listen to me. What about what I want? What I think I deserve?”

His voice cracks, and it’s enough to make her look up and examine his face. He looks hurt and teary, and Rae realizes with sudden clarity that she’s breaking up with Finn. The tears come a bit faster, and she’s not hiding anything anymore. She can’t look away.

“There’s no such thing as normal, Rae. Everybody has shit to deal with, everybody is fucked up in some way. You’re just… You know about it. You’re working through it. That’s more than most people.” His eyes are pleading, and he takes two steps towards her. His beautiful face is contorted and upset, and her heartbeat speeds up at the evidence of his distress. Despite the horrible truths she has to confess, she still hates hurting him. He swallows, shrugs helplessly for a moment. “I… I want you, Rae. I choose you, and I need you to choose me back. I don’t care that you’ve got stuff. I don’t care if you’re crazy. Everyone’s crazy. Everyone has to struggle and fight. I still choose you.”

“Not everybody.” Rae protests, proving she really is crazy. Why can’t she choose him back, why can’t she let his words be enough? She loves him, and he wants her. He just said so. Why can’t she just let it be enough? Why does she have to pick at it? “You’re not crazy, Finn. You’re sweet and wonderful… and you deserve better than me.”

He scoffs loudly, almost as if he’s choking on the words he’s trying to get out. “You what? I’m fucked up too. My Mum pissed off when I was eight, my Dad’s gone all the time, and the only woman who’s ever really loved me just died. I’m struggling too, Rae. I’ve got stuff.”

“Not the only woman.” Rae says in a whisper.


“Not the only woman.” She repeats and holds his gaze, willing him to understand, to hear what she’s not sure she can actually say. She loves him, but there’s a sick fear in her that the words are all that’s keeping her alive, and that if she lets them out, her insides will collapse around her own emptiness. Her love for him is the breath in her lungs, and if she gives it to him, she’ll suffocate.

Finn is still, completely motionless for several long minutes. Rae studies his face, tries to track the quicksilver emotions that flash across it, but so much is blocked by a layer of confusion. He doesn’t understand. But then, with a flash of something brilliant in his eyes, she can see that he gets it. The silence that follows is painful, and Rae struggles to keep looking at him under the fear that starts to press in. It doesn’t take long before she has to look away, tears slipping unhindered down her cheeks once more.

Of course, that would be the death of it all. Because who wants to be loved by someone like her.

A flash of movement causes her to raise her head, but she can’t track what’s happening because Finn is suddenly before her. Before she’s processed the movement, before her eyes have even adjusted to him standing so close, he’s grabbed her face with both hands and crashed his lips into hers.

He kisses her like he’ll die without his lips against hers, like he has to extract the words and the air from her lungs just to stay alive. She gasps into his mouth, and he slips his tongue between her lips, pressing more, demanding more, searching frantically for the thing she doesn’t want to give up. He tilts her head, changes the angle and shifts his hips tighter up against hers, until he’s all that she can feel. He surrounds her, overtakes her, until she feels like she’ll suffocate under the insistent pressure of his touch. He’s pulling it from her, withdrawing more and more as she desperately tries to keep up, keep from losing herself completely in him.

But then, it breaks. She surrenders. Where her lungs had felt tight, like they’d been clawing to hang on to the last bit of air within them, now they feel huge and blown out. She’s winded by the sudden influx of air. He’s breathing into her now, filling her back up with something infinitely sweeter than what he’s just pulled out. All this time she’d been afraid to be empty, she’d never even considered that he might have something to give too.

The kiss turns softer, sweeter, more tender. It’s no longer a battle of wills, but a gentle give and take. Finn pulls away after another moment, rests his forehead against hers as he struggles to catch his breath. His fingers slip through her hair, his thumbs caressing gently down her cheeks. Rae glances up at him through her lashes, still cautious. It’s hard to trust that it’s real, that the intangible surrender she’d felt will have affected him the way it has her.

His eyes are still closed, and she can’t interpret his expression through his pink cheeks and quiet panting. A tear escapes and slips hotly down her cheek, and Rae leans in the few inches separating them and steals another kiss, this one slow and lingering. Finn makes a hushed noise against her lips, moves to nuzzle his nose against hers when they break apart.

Rae’s breath comes easy, loose in the stillness of the kitchen. As his faint stubble scrapes against her cheek, the constellations in his skin realign and she’s suddenly able to understand, suddenly able to decode some of the secret language that has kept them apart.

She realizes that she doesn’t want to break up with Finn. She doesn’t want to let her illness win, let it beat out of her this huge wonderful thing she’s got. She wants to choose him over her sickness, choose him over how messed up she feels. She sucks in a huge breath, and as it washes over her, she picks him.

She closes her eyes, reveling in the newfound sureness. It’s as if all this time, she’s still just been deciding on him, and now she’s finally chosen. She’s going to choose Finn. He’s worth fighting for. They’re worth fighting for. She’s worth fighting for.

So, no matter what tomorrow brings, no matter what idiot says something shitty, no matter what kind of misunderstandings cause her feelings to get hurt… she’s choosing to be in this. For Finn, and for herself. They’re worth it, she’s worth it.

“Rae.” Finn’s gruff voice brings her back from her wondrous contemplation, and she opens her eyes to find him staring at her sternly. He removes his hands from her face, places one at her waist and reaches with the other to pull her hand between them and entwine his fingers with hers. “Rae, I…”

“Right kids, I’m just going to pop over to the shop for a bit. You two behave now, alright? Finn dear, I’m making a hot pot tomorrow, if you want to come round for tea, yeah?” Linda’s voice sounds from the hallway, growing louder with each word. Finn groans audibly.

“Yes, Mrs. Bouchtat! I’ll be here.” He calls back with strained cheerfulness, and Rae starts to move out of his embrace, since she knows her mum will come into the kitchen at any second. Finn tightens his grip on her waist as she moves and growls, “No.”

Rae looks up at Linda standing in the doorway, and Linda grins back and waggles her eyebrows, making kissy faces at Finn’s back. Rae widens her eyes at her mum and jerks her head towards the door, and Linda waggles her fingers as she leaves the kitchen, still pursing her lips in an exaggerated kissing movement. Finn doesn’t move, doesn’t turn his head or loosen his grip, even after the front door slams.

“That woman…” Rae starts, but he cuts her off.

“No, no more.” Rae darts startled eyes to his face, worried at his determined expression. He can’t be breaking up with her now, can he? He had to have felt it too. His response to her albeit muddled confession was to kiss her. That has to be a good sign. And he said he’d come for tea. He can’t be breaking up with her.

His eyes are dark and serious as he gazes at her, and he lifts the hand that’s been holding hers and places it gently against her cheek once more. Rae leans into his touch, allows her eyes to drift shut for a second in pleasure. Finn steps closer, presses his body against hers until the countertop is a firm line against the small of her back. She arches just a little bit to get more comfortable, her breasts tight against his chest. She thinks that if she concentrates enough, she can feel his heartbeat pounding against her.

“I love you.”

It detonates like a bomb, shifting and changing everything as it passes by. His voice is gravely and quiet, and the stillness in the kitchen seems to press in on them as they stand in the epicenter of the blast zone. She watches his face, studies his eyes and the curvature of his lips, checking for sincerity. He doesn’t fidget under her scrutiny, doesn’t look away, just watches her as she allows this new reality to sink down deep into her.

And then the rubble settles, and she sucks in sharply, inhaling air fresher and cleaner than any that’s ever passed her lips. She lets it fill her lungs, and with the exhale she’s kissing him again.

It’s different this time, there’s nothing to hide now, nothing to hold back. The kiss ignites the tinder that’s been building between them, and heat rushes through her like an inferno. It’s her that’s pressing in now, her that’s demanding and withdrawing. But there’s no reluctance in Finn, he gives readily, easily, and Rae soon has to pull back, gasping for air. She sucks in a great, unsteady gulp, then dives back in to the kiss. She reaches to grip him tightly, fisting a hand in his hair and another in his t-shirt at the back of his waistband. He groans, shifts hips until his growing hardness is evident against her stomach.

He moves a hand to cup the back of her neck, tilting her head and deepening the kiss. Rae moans breathlessly, lost to everything but the feel of his body against hers, his skin, his lips. She tugs him closer, grips his shirt tighter and shifts until her pinky is darting just underneath the waistband of his jeans, just barely grazing the sensitive forbidden skin. He growls, low and dangerous, and she lets go of his shirt to slip her hand further until her fingers touch the curve of his ass. A flash of his bare bum in the shower skitters through her mind, and she reaches down to grip him, pull him even closer.

He breaks the kiss to moan, then trails his lips down her neck, leaving a line of tingles in his wake. She tugs gently at his hair for a second, then lets go, sliding her hand down the back of his neck and across his shoulders to grip his bicep. Finn nibbles and sucks a path of fire down her neck, tugging the collar of her t-shirt aside to suckle at her collarbone. He nips at a particularly sensitive spot, and Rae cries out softly, arching her hips into him firmly. Heat floods through her at the feel of him hard against her, at the remembrance of what that hardness can do.

“Upstairs.” She pants, unable to resist gripping his bum and grinding herself mindlessly against him. He doesn’t seem to hear her, but continues tugging at her collar, kissing the sensitive skin just below her throat. “Finn, upstairs. Please.”

She forces herself to get the words out without moaning, and he raises dazed eyes to her face and nods. His lips are pink and a bit swollen, his cheeks red, his hair tousled and sticking up, his eyes dark and lustful. He’s the sexiest thing she’s ever seen, better than Damon Albarn and the Gallagher brothers combined. She slips her hand out of his pants, and tugs at his where it’s buried in her hair. He releases her, and she slides out from between him and the counter, turns to grip his hand and lead him up the stairs.

Finn trips twice on the way up, barely catching himself, and it’s a measure of how utterly turned on she is that she doesn’t laugh. As soon as they’ve shut the door to her bedroom, he’s kissing her again, hot and demanding and needy. She forces him to walk backwards towards the bed while still locked in his embrace, only absently noting that her feet seem to have the right idea about where this is headed. When they get close enough, she puts her hands on his shoulders and pushes him down until he plops onto her CareBears duvet. She stays standing before him, and the heat in his eyes is searing as he looks up at her with a mixture of lust and affection.

She stares at him for a second, tries to fix his expression into her brain permanently. She never wants to forget this, never wants to forget how it feels to be loved and wanted by this beautiful boy. Then she takes a deep breath and tugs her shirt off. Finn inhales sharply, reaching for her before she’s even gotten the fabric over her head, slides his rough hands over the pale skin of her stomach. He tugs her closer, until her shins are touching the bed and his arms are wrapped around her.

He keeps his eyes on hers for a minute as she drops the shirt to the floor, his thumbs sliding along her bare back, sending shivers along her spine. Then he leans in with deliberate slowness and places leisurely, wet kisses onto her stomach. She moans, her brain unsure if she likes it or not, but her body filled with fire at his touch, her heart aching from his tenderness. She allows him just a second to kiss her before reaching down to unbutton her jeans and slide them down her hips. It’s only when she’s standing in front of him in just her underwear, his eyes searing as they rake over her exposed skin, that she realizes she’s wearing plain old cotton, not her sexy lingerie at all.

Rae has a moment of hesitation, of wanting to cover up, but it’s gone as soon as Finn’s hands are on her again. He touches her hips, slips his fingers over her thighs, then runs his hands up along her sides in a single smooth movement, resting them on her breasts. She reaches behind her with shaky hands to unclasp her bra, and he whimpers as she peels the fabric off. He moves back suddenly, sliding himself across the bed until his back is against the wall, then leans forward and grabs her hips, tugging her forwards until she’s straddling him. Rae groans as she feels him underneath her, separated by the frustrating layers of clothes between them, but he’s tugged her closer and drawn one of her nipples into his mouth and the thought is lost in a blaze of heat.

She grinds herself into him shamelessly, her body fruitlessly seeking his hardness where she needs it most. He sucks and nips and licks at her breasts, his hands helping ensure both are attended to. She moans and shifts and arches her back, trying to get closer, to demand more. Eventually, it’s enough. She can’t resist the heat that’s blazing underneath her skin, so she moves off of him and pushes him down until he’s lying beneath her on the bed.

She scrambles to undress him, pulling at his shirt until he sits up enough to let her remove it, then pushing his shoulders back down to the bed. She reaches for his jeans, unbuttoning them and tugging them off of his hips until they get stuck on his boots. She pulls those off, then his socks and finally his jeans. And then she takes a second, kneeling on her heels at his feet to look up at Finn, her beautiful, heart-stoppingly sexy Finn, mostly naked on her bed. She swallows heavily, rakes her eyes over his bare torso, then leans over to run a hand down his side, stopping at his hips. She moves until she’s crouched over him, kneeling between his legs, one hand on each hip. She glances up to find him watching her, pupils blown out in desire. She holds his gaze for a second, then bends to press a tentative kiss to his cock through the fabric of his boxers.

Finn gives a ragged cry, hips jerking involuntarily. Rae grins, gripping his hips a little harder to hold him down more firmly and does it again.

“Ungh.” He groans, reaching down to grip her arms, sitting up a bit. “No, Rae. You can’t… I won’t… Not this time, ok? I want to… make love to you.”

She freezes, looking up at him, just on the verge of being hurt. Why doesn’t he want her to blow him? Is she doing it wrong? She hasn’t even really gotten to the good part yet. Finn’s eyebrows draw together at the confused expression on her face, and he sits up the rest of the way, pulling her up and stroking a hand down her hair with a soft smile.

“I won’t last.” He says, forcing her to meet his gaze. Oh. So, he must be really into this then. Into her. She bites her bottom lip against the smile that’s threatening. He’s really into her and she’s not even wearing her sexy underwear. He laughs at her expression, eyes warm. “I love you.”

She gives him a shaky smile, and he pulls her close, wrapping his arms around her and exerting gentle pressure until she’s lying on her back beneath him. He hovers over her, hands roaming swiftly, hips swiveling against hers. Rae moans, grabs his butt and pulls him against her. Finn seems to get the hint, and reaches trembling hands to slip her underwear down her legs, giving not even a second’s pause at the plain white cotton. He shifts above her to remove his boxers, bending down to retrieve a condom from his wallet and slip it on, and then it’s skin on skin all the way down, and she feels like she might just die from the pleasure of it, from the warmth that’s coursing through her body.

“Say it again.” She whispers as his eyes meet hers, and he adjusts so that he can touch her face and give her a slow, soothing kiss. She moans as he grinds himself against her, her fingers scrambling at his hips to pull him in, to feel him inside of her when he says it, inside of her in every possible way.

“I love you, Rae.” He murmurs against her lips, his voice tight and husky. Rae moans in pleasure, arches into him and he uses his other hand to wrap her leg around his waist. He hasn’t entered her yet, but everything is lined up just where it should go and it’s a blissful torment, the anticipation. He kisses her again, warm and wet and lingering. Her hips move, trying to draw him in, but he holds himself back for another second, gazing into her eyes before finally sinking into her. Rae gives a blissful moan as he whispers again, “I love you.”

Finn keeps a torturously slow pace as he makes love to her. Rae wants to beg and plead for him to go faster, for more more more, but a hush has come over them both. He looks into her eyes, swipes his fingers across her cheeks, drops down to kiss her slowly, reverently. The pressure inside of her builds with a painful languidness, a quiet increase that sears her synapses. It’s as if she can feel him overtaking every part of her, bit by bit. Finn conquers all the parts of her that she doesn’t like, burns away all the rotten bits, leaves her a raw, trembling mess as he goes.

Her fingers no longer scramble, but glide over the smooth planes of his back. They graze the thin, tender skin at his hips, slip slowly over the muscles and veins of his arms. Her leg wraps more tightly around him, pulling him in and reducing the force of his thrusts. Still the pleasure builds, the fire between them growing more and more fierce as they merge into a singular being. She can no longer determine where he ends and she begins, where her flesh and his flesh meet. They are only heat, only need, only air.

Rae throws her head back with a cry when she comes, and Finn kisses her exposed neck. He thrusts harder a few times before he finds his own release, and Rae watches as the pleasure overtakes his face and his eyes squeeze shut in bliss. She slides her hands up his trembling arms, watching with awe and wonder as his body is overcome with their connection. He’s beautiful. They are beautiful together.

Finn’s arms give out a bit, and his body presses into hers with an unfamiliar but comfortable weight. He presses his face into her neck, and she wraps her arms around him, twining her fingers in his hair. She can feel him smile against her skin.

From downstairs, they hear can hear the distinctive sound of the front door slamming.

“Shit!” Rae cries, shoving at Finn’s shoulder’s in alarm. Fuck, he’s heavy! She can’t move with him on top of her, and they have to move and quickly if they don’t want to get caught. “Finn, my Mum!”

“Fuck!” He grunts, leaping off of her and searching around frantically for his clothes. He grabs a tissue and squashes the used condom in it, then swivels his head madly until Rae points out the trash bin. He buries the tissue beneath an old magazine, bends down to grab his clothes. He tosses Rae’s bra in her general direction while hopping into his boxers, and she jumps up and starts looking for her shirt while putting it on. “Fuck fuck fuck!”

If she wasn’t quite so panicked, she might laugh at the absurdity of it all. Finn’s still swearing, one leg in his pants while pulling on his shirt. Rae’s located her underwear and slipped on her shirt, but she can’t seem to find her jeans. Then, horror of horrors, they hear Linda’s heavy tread lumbering up the stairs. Finn’s gotten his pants on and is making the bed when Rae discovers her jeans hiding underneath the pillow. She lunges into them just as he’s smoothed out the duvet, and they share a look of wide-eyed terror as they both rack their brains frantically for a way to look natural. In Rae’s bedroom, after just having shagged on her bed.

“Bean bag!” Rae points victoriously, her brain finally supplying an option for what they might be doing. They plop down into it in a heap, rearranging their limbs into what looks like a casual and parental appropriate fashion. Finn heaves a sigh as they get adjusted, relieved to be in the clear, but something is nagging Rae with its unnaturalness. She glances around the room for any signs of what they’ve been up to. Their shoes are discarded at the foot of the bed, but that’s okay. Linda won’t find anything strange in that. But there’s something…

“Music!” Rae leaps up and dives across the room, turns on her stereo and presses play. She can hear Linda step on the creaky board on the landing, and she lunges back to Finn, collapsing in the bean bag chair beside him breathlessly. Finn grabs the nearest magazine, which happens to be one of Chloe’s fashion magazines, and frowns down at it in fake concentration. Rae adjusts herself in the chair and looks over his shoulder at it just as Linda swings the door open.

“Mum! Can’t you knock?” Rae exclaims as her Mum bursts into the room. Linda looks around for a minute, eyes lingering on the slightly disheveled bed before coming to rest on Rae and Finn, snuggled up together on the small beanbag. But either Linda doesn’t notice anything amiss, or she chooses not to say anything, because all she does is lean up against the door frame and cluck at them.

“Glad to see you two’ve made up then.” She says, shaking her head. “You’re no fun at all when you two are rowing, Rae.”

“Mum!” Rae hisses, a blush burning hot on her cheeks. It seems silly to be embarrassed about that, after what they’ve just done, after nearly getting caught in it, but she can’t help it. She’d really rather not have Finn know just how distraught she is without him.

“Alright!” Linda waves her hand in the air at them, then shuts the door as she exits the room. She’s almost closed it completely when she turns back and cracks it a bit, leaning in the small space to point at them with narrowed eyes. “Just keep the door open, yeah? I’m much too young to be a grandmother, change or no change.”

“Oh my God, Mum!” Rae exclaims, and Linda’s laugh echoes behind her as she heads back downstairs. Rae groans and ducks her head to rest on Finn’s shoulder, which shakes as he laughs.

“That were close. Jesus.” He chuckles, and she looks up and curls her lip in a sneer. He laughs harder at the face she’s pulling, and she has to look away to keep from smiling back. “Fuckin’ hilarious.”

“Easy for you to say. It’s not you who’d be subject to the wrath of Mum.” She widens her eyes in only half-faked terror. Rae shudders just thinking about what her Mum would do if she caught them. It’d be non-stop sex lectures for years. Uck.

Finn shrugs and grins. “Don’t matter. I’m sure I’d get it too, I’m not going anywhere.”

Rae grins, rubbing her face against the softness of his t-shirt over his shoulder. It’s a nice promise, a good thing to hold on to. She’d thought that about him before, after the panic attack at college, but this time… it’s different. This time, she’s made her choice.

“I love you.” She whispers, pressing her nose against his shoulder and looking up at him. His eyes are dark and serious as he looks back, but they’re warmed by the huge smile that’s lighting up his face. He turns his head to toss the magazine aside and reaches across to run his fingers through the fall of her hair, tucking them behind her ear and tilting her head so he can kiss her tenderly, the smile never leaving his lips.

Finn shifts so that he can wrap his arm around her, and Rae snuggles into his chest with a contented sigh. He plays with her hair absently, and for a few blissful minutes, everything is completely right with the world. But before long, Rae finds that the words have built up within her and she has to let them out, has to share them with this boy she loves so much.

“Finn?” She asks tentatively without raising her head. The sound of his heart beating beneath her gives her courage to tell him all the things she thought she’d never say. “You said earlier that you wanted me to choose you. Well, I do. I choose you. I choose you over all the crap that life is going to throw our way. It won’t be easy, you know that. People are shit, and I’m… well, I’m working on it. But I want to pick you over all of that. I choose you.”

Finn hums, a contented sort of sound, and presses a kiss against her hair. Rae lifts wide, loving eyes to his and he tugs playfully on her hair at the back of her neck, smiles down at her. “That’s good enough for me.”

He shrugs, and Rae laughs. Maybe, just maybe, she can choose to be good enough for him too. She can choose to work on herself, choose to try and get better, choose to believe him when he says that he loves her. And then maybe, in time, she’ll become someone who is good enough for Finn. In the meantime, at least he thinks she’s enough.

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anonymous asked:

Have you read 'Pull Me Down' by CiaraWrites on ao3 yet? I super loved it. I'm a dancer (kind of, been doing it for forever but not v. good) and it was perfect because stupid boys but no unnecessary angsty fallout. PLEASE READ IF YOU HAVEN'T. THERE'S A PLAYLIST AND EVERYTHING.

I just read it! It was very fun, thank you for the rec! I realize I haven’t made a dancer AU list, so this is the perfect opportunity…

  • The Chance To Come Through by clio_jhl (G, 8k) Derek’s auditioning because Laura talked him into it, though he’s not sure a ballet dancer is really what a televised dance competition is looking for. Stiles is auditioning because it seemed like a fun thing to do with Scott on a Saturday morning, and maybe he’d get to dance with Comfort, his favorite female hip hop dancer. They both end up getting a lot more than they were looking for.
  • take a step before running by magneticwave (M, 7k) Stiles wants to win for America, okay? He wants to bone that constipated expression off of Derek Hale’s face on a bed strewn with American flags while Bruce Springsteen plays in the background and a bald eagle watches through the window with a single tear rolling down its cheek.
  • Birds of a Feather Fuck Together by calrissian18 (E, 26k)  Laura is a crusader without a cause, Stiles dances like the whole world’s betrayed him and Derek’s having trouble getting both feet outside his door.
  • You Can Do It (Put Your Back Into It) by p1013 (T, 10k) “Oh, ballet. I used to dance, when I was a girl. Are you a dancer?” She’s looking at the magazine he’d grabbed at JFK and stuffed haphazardly into his carry-on on his way out. You can barely see the title, but BALLET is in full block letters on the front. “I used to,” Derek says, then stuffs the magazine further into the bag. “That’s a shame,” she says, smiling. “You look like you’d be a wonderful partner.” “Yeah.” He feels himself flushing and turns away. “Not anymore.”
  • Never Did Run Smooth by sarcasticfishes (E, 9k) “Don’t get me wrong, I know there are more important parts to the play. But that kiss means a lot to some of the fans. It has to be right, Derek.” “No, yeah, that’s why-” Derek bit his tongue and nodded in agreement, “I want it to be right.“ Kiss me now,” Stiles said, “You won’t be so nervous during the rehearsal. I won’t be so nervous during the rehearsal.” “Okay,” Derek said
  • Pull Me Down by CiaraWrites (M, 21k)  Lydia preens, giving him an indulgent smile. “I’ve found you the perfect dance partner.” Stiles brightens, standing up a little straighter. Trying to find a dance partner for the upcoming year’s round of competitions has been an exhausting, unrewarding process so far. “Who is it?” “Derek Hale,” Lydia beams. Stiles’ face immediately falls and he sighs. “No.” Stiles and Derek are both looking for a way to make themselves stand out from the crowd in their last competition before they graduate. Dancing with each other might be just the way to do it.
  • try me by felicitysmock (Not Rated, 10k) Derek peers over to the list, flinches when he sees Stiles’ name, “No.” “You haven’t even seen me dance, and you’re already dismissing me?” Stiles sails into the room, tossing his bag in the corner as he does so and doing a dramatic spin to face them. “I got moves.” “You don’t take anything seriously, this is serious,” Derek snaps.  
  • Dancing With The Moon by starsandgraces (E, 11k) Stiles Stilinski, former child star, has been strong-armed into participating in a reality show by his agent in an attempt to raise his profile and actually get him some work as an adult. With champion dancer Laura Hale on his arm, Stiles might even stand a chance of going all the way. Their only obstacle (aside from Stiles’ complete inability to cha cha cha) is Lydia Martin and her professional partner—Laura’s brother, Derek.
  • We Move To The Same Rhythm by samann98 (E, 54k) Derek is the cocky captain of the basketball team with a not-so-secret love of dance and Stiles is the leader of the school’s struggling dance team. With Stiles’ dance team, Spin Cycle, on the verge of being disbanded, Lydia suggests they bring in some new members. Stiles agrees, until she suggests Derek Hale.
  • Tchaikovsky’s Nightmare by fshep (M, 30k) After a week of rehearsal, Stiles is convinced that there’s no way this production is going to end in anything other than misery. Beacon Hills Classical Ballet Academy performs a variation of Swan Lake where all of the swans are males, forcing Stiles to partner up with Derek Hale. Things go about as well as one would expect.
  • Dance Inside by tryslora (T, 5k) Dance has music. It has music similar to what Paige played, and maybe, just maybe, it can lift the darkness from around his heart and give him back the soul that her death took away. Or The one where Derek dances in NYC and when life in Beacon Hills calms down, maybe he can dance then, too.
  • untitled by obriensnipples (Not Rated, 1k)  “Hey, dude, that’s alright,” Stiles says. “You’re picking this up quickly.” It looks like Derek is glaring at him, cheeks red from exertion. “You just have to– here,” Stiles reaches out without thinking, fingers landing around Derek’s waist to try and guide him.
  • En Pointe by MellyTheHun (T, 3k) Derek Hale, long-legged, bold-browed and devastatingly handsome. Derek Hale, hyper advanced grace, toned, tight muscle and subtle dominance. He’s not a snob, to Stiles’ general shock, but he’s quiet. He keeps to himself, which is difficult to accomplish when girls in toe-shoes and leotards throw themselves on him at all hours, no matter how uninterested his response (or lack thereof) is.Stiles has only spoken to Derek once before when Derek had been a teacher’s aid in an extra-help class and had corrected Stiles’ posture during barre work. He was very nice about it, really.
KAGEHINA fic prompt

I desperately need someone to write this Kagehina fanfiction idea I have had in mind for a while now ;_;

So like, Kageyama realizes he has a huge crush on Hinata but he is confused and of course he doesn’t tell Hinata. (The usual sauce). How Kageyama comes to this conclusion is up to the writer.

There’s the school festival then. Each class has to prepare something for it and Hinata’s class is doing a small recital. Hinata just so happens to be chosen as the main female lead (bc he’s the cutest one) and against his will his classmates dress him as a girl.

During one of his “infinite” trips to the toilets, dressed as a girl, Hinata is “molested” by other male students who believe he is a cute girl and want to exchange phone numbers with him. Hinata is unbelievingly furious and about to blurt out is not a girl when Kageyama saves him from them. Of course Kags doesn’t recognize him, so Hinata decides to go with the flow and plays a prank on him, altering his voice as he thanks him, and making him believe he really is a girl. Eventually after some flirting the two start going out on dates. Hinata is very surprised that Kageyama, so dedicated to volleyball, accepts to date him (as a girl) but he goes along with it. (It’s all a joke for him at the beginning then things gradually start to change). It’s awkward as hell when Kageyama tries to kiss him while dressed as a girl for the first time, and Hinata searches of excuses not to but he eventually gives in and starts to like it. When Hinata meets Kageyama as himself though and Kageyama tells him all about the girl he’s dating he gets jealous (of himself) even though he doesn’t understand why.

Things go on like that for a while until one day, Hinata tired of the charade (bc he’s started to feel weird towards his teammate) is about to tell everything to Kageyama. But there’s something Hinata ignores. Kageyama has a secret of his own, he knows Hinata’s secret since the very beginning. (Plot twist, well, kind of). So you will have to play this one carefully and choose how to make Kageyama respond to anything Hinata does in this kind of circumstance. It also would be intense if at one point Hinata (jealous of himself) creates a situation where he says to Kags he’s envious because he has never kissed anyone and  that he needs to practice because he’s got a date with a girl ( he lies) and Kags (jealous) promptly kisses him. To get out of the embarrassing situation, Kageyama tells him is just kissing practice. They eventually fall into this routine with Hinata wrecking his brain about Kageyama being a two timer and viceversa xD Hinata is wary of Kageyama touching him anywhere when dressed as a girl because he is scared of him finding out. (but Kags knows better so he’ll be careful himself).

Needs to be fluffy, funny and a bit angsty. Lots of thinking on both parties, (they both don’t know how to tell the thruth to the other). Lots of kissing, touching, blushing, bickering, and ofc lots of feels and oh well, you are the writer so you should know how to write it, how to develop, it and how to end it xD
You can add nsfw too but this is Kagehina so idk. They are mainly just dorks in love~

Can be a one shot or multi chaptered, you can include as many characters as you like but keep it Kagehina~  Also happy ending please~

Bonus point: Kageyama likes very short skirts (Hinata in a very short skirt to be clear xD)

If anyone ever writes this I’ll be grateful forever♡ and if you do and need more details tell me c:

sebbucky  asked:

the latest gif of chris chECKING OUT SEB you know he's thinking imma break me off a piece of that after these press interviews tonight oh ho ho ho yes i am. omg boy does not know the meaning of subtlety.

Chris both wants this press tour to never end, and needs to be done with it already.

He wants it to go on forever because spending so much time with one of his best friends, and also with the guy he’s totally not had a crush on for years now, is pretty awesome.

He needs it to be over because he’s absolutely sure Sebastian’s going to find out about his not-crush soon if they keep this up.

He’s trying not to be too obvious. He is.

It’s not his fault that the interviewers and the fans keep asking all these questions, that Mackie keeps making so many not-quite-subtle remarks… That Sebastian’s gotten over his adorably shy and overly-deferential phase and has turned into such an asshole.

A gorgeous, funny, incredibly sweet asshole that’s also both the biggest dork in existence and the most stunning guy Chris has ever met. It should be illegal to be so… so everything.

He is trying not to be too obvious, and failing spectacularly. Chris doesn’t even need Mackie’s confirmation to be sure of this, he can see it himself whenever he rewatches that day’s interviews or listens to his own answers.

Sebby. ‘There he is! Right here, I got you!’. The way he’d involuntarily wrapped his arm tighter around Seb’s neck the moment he’d ended the hug, his body acting on instinc, chasing his warmth. The thing with the goddamn spider, honestly Chris? Why not just tell everyone exactly what you’d been fantasizing about while ogling Seb’s thighs?. And he knows that whenever he looks at Seb his eyes speak volumes.

So yes, he really needs this to be over asap.

But, because life apparently is a bitch like that, the interviewer just had to ask Sebastian that question about their quirks and mannerisms, and fucking hell

Yes, Chris has noticed. Boy, has he noticed.

It’s pretty much impossible not to notice Sebastian’s mouth.

The way lips part slightly and he tips his head back a bit as he gathers his thoughts. The way he smirks, driving Chris completely nuts. The way he worries at his bottom lip. The way he pushes his tongue into his cheek. The way the tip of his tongue comes out to wet them, seemingly without him even realizing, and God does Chris want to suck that tongue into his own mouth and claim Seb’s bottom lip for himself until it’s shiny with spit and red and swollen, to drag his teeth across that glorious jaw, to watch those lips stretched wide around his–

“Chris?” Sebastian’s question and worried tone brings him back down to Earth.


They’re in some dressing room, waiting for Mackie and Joe’s part of the interview to be over. And Chris could’ve sworn there were more people here with them a moment ago but now they’re alone somehow and Sebastian’s sitting right next to him on the couch and he’s been staring unabashedly at his mouth for the past 5 minutes.

Oh fuck. He looks away and clears his throat.

“Y-Yes?” perfect, Chris. Sebastian’s brow furrows.

“Everything ok?” he asks, raising a hand to his shoulder. Touches, reassurance. Because of course he knows that those things help when Chris’ brain gets too loud. Because he’s perfect.

And Chris wants to answer, to tell him he is, indeed, ok, but then Sebastian’s doing the thing, and his brain just short-circuits.

“You’re doing it again,” he blurts before he can stop himself.

Sebastian stares confusedly at him for a few seconds, and then there’s realization in his eyes and a blush creeping up his neck. “Oh…” he says, and stops.

His blush is nothing compared to the shade of red Chris has got going on right now. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean–It’s ok you know? You can do it, it’s cute.”

And that right there? That’s exactly the reason why he needed this press tour to end.

Because Sebastian might’ve not realized–or minded–until now, but that? That was definitely crossing a line, and Sebastian’s not an idiot, and Chris can just feel the world crumbling beneath his feet, the panic creeping in and clutching at his heart. He needs to say something, do something, but it’s like the air has left his lungs, and as much as he wants to get up and run he can’t. fucking. move.

And then he freezes all over again, but for an entirely different reason.

Because Sebastian, wonderful and perfect and incredible, smirks, says: “Guess I like to keep my mouth busy,” and gives him a jab in the ribs.

Chris sits there speechless and gaping at him for 2 minutes. And then cracks up. And then grabs Sebastian’s left boob because that’s a thing he does and he’s not really thinking, doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until Sebastian is resting his own hand on top of his.

“You’re doing it again, too” he tells him, smiling fondly. Chris smiles back.

“Yeah well… I like to keep my hands busy,” he says, and winks at him. 

And Sebastian laughs. And Chris, who’s greedy and still not thinking and who absolutely doesn’t deserve this man but still keeps asking for more, leans in. 

Sebastian does too.

Trying to stop himself from staring at or even just thinking about Seb’s mouth after having tasted him proves itself to be impossible. But it’s ok, because Chris no longer needs this press tour to be over soon.

anonymous asked:

Patroclus has cancer and Achilles can't cope, especially because he can't fix this, there's no one to fight this time.

It started with a cough. Patroclus insisted that it was nothing, but Achilles could not stop the worry that curled around him when he heard the wet, labored breathing when he rested his head against Patroclus’s chest. It was just a cold, he had insisted, a bit of sickness that went along with the weather steadily heading towards the winter.  Achilles should have known better, Patroclus had never fallen ill before.

The coughing steadily turned into gasping breathes and hacking at all hours, shaking Patroclus’s body with worrying intensity.  It kept getting worse until blood and mucus started blending into one.  Patroclus was so tired he could hardly get out of their bed, he said he was fine.  Achilles held him close as the tremors shook his body in the night.

They waited, months spent wrapped around each other in comfort as they waited for the sickness to pass.  It never did, it simply grew worse.

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