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Hogwarts School Uniform

The other day I read a series of posts on the Hogwarts uniform and how book!uniform differs from movie!uniform, which is more canonical and whether there’s been/there should be some retconning to unify the books, films and illustrations from different sources. Since wizarding fashion is one of my favourite subjects (particularly since the word “corsets” was mentioned in HBP), I thought I had to write a post about it. So here it goes.

On tradition and unmuggleness

As much as I like the movie uniforms, the way I see it, they’re irreconcilable with those described in the books, which, both because they’re from the book and because that’s how I see them in my head, I consider canonical. Most people point out as proof of this that in a couple of occasions we are told more or less directly that the basic (I’ll talk more about this later) uniform does not bear any house indicator (see the Penelope Clearwater and Crabbe-and-Goyle’d Ron-and-Harry Cases, both in CoS). This is true. However, what I see as a bigger issue is the fact that the movie!uniform is basically a muggle school uniform with robes instead of a blazer, which, considering how often we see wizards struggling with muggle clothing, doesn’t really add up. And given that school uniforms tend to be on the conservative side of fashion, it would make much more sense to have the Hogwarts uniform resemble traditional wizarding attire.

On openings and trouserslessness

The movie robes are completely open at the front save for one (PoA-onwards) or two (PS-CoS) little clasps, which would take next to no time to do up and undo, so the movie robes would be put on and off like a bathrobe or a coat. However, most (if not all) of the times we see Harry changing into his school robes he’s described as pulling them over his head. To me that implies that the front is not open all the way down, that maybe there’s just a small opening with a few buttons, like a polo shirt. Either that or the robes are open all the way down but fastening and unfastening them is so tedious that students simply never do them up or undo them all the way. In a pre-zipper world, a front opening like that would most probably mean a metric tonne of little buttons, at least (look up some old-timey portraits, particularly of women’s fashion. They took their buttons seriously). No one has time to fiddle with that many buttons, so it would be easier to undo a few of the top ones and pull the robes over your head.

Personally, I think the left-hand version fits the description of “plain black work robes” better. And yes, there’s no indication anywhere in the books that the sleeves are flared or gathered at the top, but they look more wizardy this way, so. 

For an even more undeniable piece of evidence that supports the idea of having a closed front, look no further than Snape’s worst memory in OotP. When he gets levicorpused by James, we see his underwear. He’s not wearing trousers. Wh. Why is he not wearing trousers??? Because there’s no risk of accidental exposure of one’s undergarments when there isn’t a massive opening on the front of one’s robes, that’s why. Also, if for some sinister reason he had not been wearing trousers under open-fronted robes, everybody would’ve been able to see his pants already and it wouldn’t have been “funny” when James revealed them.

Moreover, it seems that trousers, even though they are worn in the wizarding world, are neither required nor part of traditional wizarding attire. See the old man at the Quidditch World Cup. Trousers have been adopted to some extent, but they are not considered wizarding clothing per se, but rather a garment borrowed from muggles. So if we go back to the idea that uniforms tend to be conservative, the Hogwarts uniform would have probably been designed to be worn with no clothes underneath other than underwear.

On hats gone with the wind and cloaks

Hats. “One plain pointed hat (black) for day wear.” Day wear. In the films (PS, basically), hats seem to only be worn on special occasions. And I can understand that; On set they’re probably a huge inconvenience as they like to fall off and have to be touched up constantly and may cover something/someone important. Still, canonically, a pointed black hat for day wear is part of the Hogwarts uniform.

Now, do not quote me on this, but I am positive that in one of the books there is a description of a windy day where students grab the brims of their hats so that they don’t get blown off. That’s the one and only time in the whole series (that I can remember) where the uniform hats are said to be brimmed. It makes sense, though, as traditional witch hats do have a brim. Modest brims seem adequate for uniforms. (I do think it is strange to make students wear hats indoors, but oh well.)

(Edit:  ‘ “Maybe I’ll skive off Divination,” he said glumly as they stood again in the courtyard after lunch, the wind whipping at the hems of robes and brims of hats.’ - OotP, chapter 17)

Then there’s the winter cloaks. Again, plain and black, this time with silver clasps. No crest, no house colours. And there’s also the protective dragonskin gloves, which seem to be used both as protective gloves for Potions/Care of Magical Creatures/Herbology and as regular winter gloves.

On house pride (or the lack thereof)

So far we have established that the uniform consists basically of plain black garments: a set of black robes (closed front), a black cloak, a black hat. Hence, by default, there is no way to tell what house a student belongs to just by their attire. Or is there? Here’s where the “basic uniform” I mentioned  before comes into play.

It is true that the robes, hats and cloaks are plain black when bought. And yet, there are many points in the story when Harry seems to simply know what house some students belong to, even when he clearly doesn’t know them. We get constant references to “a gorup of first year Ravenclaws” or “a Hufflepuff girl”, and since the story is told from Harry’s point of view rather than an omniscient narrator’s, there must be a way for Harry to tell apart people from different houses without knowing them personally. So how can we reconcile the ideas that some people’s house is recognisable at first sight while other people’s isn’t? It’s quite simple: CUSTOMISATION.

Bagdes, scarves, appliques, ribbons, hat ornaments, buttons, socks, belts, and a long etc, to show your house pride. Just as we can get jumpers and hoodies and caps and whatnot with the name and colours of our uni or specific college, kids in the wizarding world are probably able to buy (and make) house merchandise. These items would be available at Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade, and parents would send them to their children once they’ve been sorted or the kids themselves would be able to get them via owl order.

Some students may only wear a small badge on their chest. Others a scarf+turtleneck undershirt+bandana+animal-shaped hat bauble combo. I love to imagine some kids wearing ridiculously tacky things, like red-and-gold neck ruffles or bee-striped boots. And those kids who are not as inclined to show off their house? They can just wear their basic black uniform.  

anonymous asked:

What about aliens that have limited telepathy when holding physical contact and they touch a human with intrusive thoughts and a Millennial way of dealing with it? So they heard "what if The ship just crashed into that sun?" "Glathor is having a kid soon I'm not going to do that Sharon." and instantly tries to send the human to medial "you are under mind control that wishes to kill the whole ship please let us help! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOUR BRAIN JUST DOES THAT!?"

As far as humans went, Casey was for all intents and purposes normal. They were better with numbers and physics than most – humans and Frilaks alike – but still well within the range of normality. They were a kind person; compassionate in the same way most humans xe had met were. All in all, there was nothing that would have warned Garnork about the entities controlling them.

Out of respect for privacy, Frilaks tended to avoid physically touching other species, but most humans didn’t seem to mind. As a matter of fact, a lot of them sought out physical contact in the form of ‘hugs’ or ‘high fives’ or other strange concepts. Casey had never been opposed to physical contact, so when xe saw them again after a period of absence, xe engaged in the customary ‘hug’.

Xe had expected to pick up the normal ‘this is surprisingly nice,’ or ‘naw xe likes me,’ or even a ‘wonder what’s for dinner’ as the two of them hugged, though xe ended up picking up something far more important.

‘What if the ship just crashed into that sun?’

‘Galathor is having a kid soon, I’m not going to do that Sharon.’

Instantly, Garnork pulled away from the hug, but made sure they were still touching. “Casey, you need to go to the medical bay.” Xe said, xir colours betraying xir worry. Casey knew enough Frilaks to know how to interpret xir hide turning a light teal colour. At least that was what their thoughts told xem. There were a lot of socially inappropriate words too, though in xir experience, these ‘swears’ weren’t considered as inappropriate as some humans liked to pretend.

It took a bit too long before Garnork remembered that Casey didn’t have the abilities of a Frilak, and therefore had no idea what was going on.

“You are under mind control that wishes to kill the whole ship please let us help! WHAT DO YOU MEAN THAT YOUR BRAIN JUST DOES THAT!?” xe asked, sounding and looking more than just a bit frantic. This wasn’t good, this really, really was not good.

Maybe they didn’t know quite what was going on. Humans did have very little experience with actual mind control. However, before xe could press on, Casey stepped out of xir reach and ran a hand through their hair.

“Okay, so this is going to be a bit difficult to explain, but I’ll do my best. So what I’m guessing you heard or saw or however it is you do your mindreading thingy,” they began, holding up a hand when Garnork attempted to say something. “Let me finish, please. They’re called intrusive thoughts. Annoying? Yeah. Dangerous? Not really. Normal? Yes. Completely. Pretty much every single human gets them from time to time. It can be like it was just now, or suddenly thinking about swerving into a different lane on the motorway, or stabbing a friend,” they said, clearly realising they had to change their tactic as xe turned a deep magenta colour of fright.

“But we don’t act on them! They’re intrusive, so you can’t really stop them, but you can deal with them when you get them.”

“But you called them Sharon. Is that not a name your species use on some individuals?”

“Well, yeah, but I’m a millennial. Fatalistic humour and unconventional coping mechanisms are sort of my thing,” they shrugged, but continued their elaboration when they realised Garnork didn’t understand. “It’s easier to not do it when it sounds stupid, and it’s really annoying. So I just pretend it’s being said by some posh soccer mum.”

It took a while before xe remembered another human crewmember’s explanation of the phenomenon and expression of ‘soccer mums’ and that they weren’t the creators of a sport as the title suggested.

“And this helps you not crash the ship into a sun?” xe asked, getting a nod and a smile in return.

“Yup. But like I said, it’s nothing to worry about. Oh, but I see Galathor, I’ve got to ask xem how xe’s doing. I’ll catch you later, alright?”

And with that, Casey left xem, more confused than usual, though it really wasn’t unusual that humans confused anyone.

{PART 28} I Won’t Stop You // Jeon Jungkook, Vampire!AU

Originally posted by jengkook

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Vampire!AU, Fantasy, Angst, Smut

Summary; Tricking Yoongi proves to be easier than you could have ever hoped, as you stumble upon just a taste of what your awakened abilities can achieve. However, in your haste to serve Yoongi punishment for his crimes; you and Jungkook learn that that life and death are just a means to an end - for every living thing…must one day, die.

“To play God not only means to give life; but take it as well. As she stared into the abyss, it stared right back at her…and she finally realised the true meaning behind all things living; even herself.”

|| Warning: This chapter contains mentions of blood and scenes that readers may find upsetting ||

I update this series every Tuesday evening, 9pm-10pm (UK Time)

{Part 1} //{Part 27} {Part 28} {Part 29}

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Mine

Originally posted by worldstyles

REQUEST: Jealous Harry smut

HARRY’S TEXTS // (Y/N)’S TEXTS

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To Realise

A mini celebration for 2000 followers! Thanks Everyone!!!!

A Soulmate AU where they only realise they are Soulmates when they say/read/hear each other’s names out loud followed by an immediate overflowing of emotion sparking inside of them. Instant realisation.

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Easy, Transportable Needle Storage

I know I’ve seen the question of “how should I store my (especially circular and double pointed) knitting needles?” asked dozens of times. It’s also a question I’ve asked myself, and have tried a few different methods. This is my newest one, and I’m feeling pretty good about it so far. It’s pretty cheap, easy to transport, and totally re-sortable. All it requires is duct tape, plastic bags, and a binder.

My mom has hers in one of those over-the-door shoe organizers. I think that’s such a great idea, but as someone who’s in a much more transitional period of life, I wanted one that could move with me. My previous method was a roll-up with eyelets I knit. I liked it, but it would be difficult to reorganize, didn’t really accommodate my circulars well, and could be easily outgrown.

Thus, I started thinking I could buy a bunch of pencil pouches and putting my needles in them in a binder. But when I looked into it, pencil pouches are not as cheap as I’d hoped. I was thinking of getting 20, and they were going to cost at least a couple dollars per each one. But then my mom suggested hole punching ziploc bags instead, and I thought that was a great idea! So here’s how I put together this needle storage, which I imagine works great for double pointed needles, circular needles, and crochet needles, among other things.

These are the supplies I used:

A binder (I chose a fun colourful 1.5″ one with elastic ties, but any is probably fine) (if I was redoing this, though, I might choose a 2 prong one instead), duct tape (I decided on three colours, but you could certainly do this with regular cheap duct tape), plastic bags (I wanted ones with the sliders), and a 3 hole punch.

First, lay out a strip of duct tape, and lay the plastic bag on half the tape. The duct tape makes it easier to hole punch and makes the holes much stronger and less likely to rip.

Cut the tape and fold it over along the bag.

Hole punch the duct-taped edge. Since the bags I chose were only long enough for two holes, I alternated between holes on the top and holes on the bottom.

Then you can pop the bag in the binder.

Then I labelled each bag with a sharpie and put the needles in.

I decided to have one bag per size, except I did a separate bag for double pointed needles and circulars. Other than that, I just put it in order. If I get any new needles, I can make a new bag and put it in the right place.

Ta-da!

Now I have my needles all organized, accessible, and transportable. :)

Park Chanyeol//The Rhythm of Hate - Part 2

Summary: You hate each other, even though you’re soulmates. You try and stay away from each other, but a shared course and a project is determined to keep you two facing off. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: Soulmate!AU, college!AU
Word Count: 6,726

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a lapis terraforms

I remember seeing posts about this theory by a few people, this was long before we even knew Lapis’ role on Homeworld was terraforming, so a big kudos to them! The evidence has gradually been stacking up and now it holds up like a lot,

Firstly, we know the real-world location of the Beta Kindergarten, we’ve seen it on one of the maps Peridot showed us at the moon base, Peridot said it just so happens to be the insertion point of the Cluster (probably because the shoddy kindergarten gathered the most gem shards). If we compare the location of Beta on the real world map we can see that it’s real world location is the Antelope Canyon, which seems to be what Jasper’s Kindergarten is based on:

Yep. It’s a little obvious.

Anyways. The Antelope canyon/Beta Kindergarten is an example of a slot canyon. They are most commonly made from sandstone/limestone, we have confirmation from Peridot that Beta is made from red sandstone so there’s that. Anyways a slot canyon is a narrow canyon, formed by the wear of water rushing through rock. 

Lapis did not go into full detail about her reasons for being on Earth. Probably because she thought Steven being a CG, would be ashamed in her. We know Lapis’ role is terraforming and that Beta was formed by the wear of water rushing through rock so it’s quite easy to connect the dots. 

We know the bottom image takes place at Beta since the soldiers in the flashback are Jasper’s (beta gems) and as pointed out in this post by @faelapis​ there is an injector in the bottom right of the image. If the below is actually a before and after picture, I could see why Lapis would be ashamed to tell Steven the full backstory, since she probably flooded the whole area to make the kindergarten.

I was only meant to visit for a short time - Lapis

It was obviously a total rush job. - Peridot

Beta was supposed to be rushed, Homeworld was desperate for soldiers and they didn’t care how they looked at this point, they just wanted gems on the battlefield. Lapis thought she was assigned to a short and simple task, she didn’t have to carefully carve out the walls, pick out the greatest material for these gems, she just had to make a kindergarten and fast before the CG’s found out about it.

The above is an image of Rebecca’s very own SU timeline from the SU artbook. The orange text (Jasper) and blue text (Lapis) are right by each other. It’s a little hard to make out but other people have done so and this is what Lapis’ whole paragraph says:

Lapis poofed, seperated in mirror. 

Lapis brought in to assist terraforming when conflict resumes, conflict does not resolve. 

Lapis was brought in to assist terraforming when conflict resumed, she was assigned to her task after HW realised that the war wasn’t ending anytime soon. The conflict that did not resolve is talking about the CG’s attacking Beta itself which is where Bismuth poofed Lapis. There is a chance that the battalion of Quartzes Bismuth said she took out with Garnet were also newborn Beta gems, those would be easier to take out, after all. 

The battle where Lapis was poofed and battalions of Quartzes were taken out is most likely the same one where Jasper emerged and had to fight off the CG’s as a newborn. This is again confirmed by Eyeball, her fan, who says Jasper was literally born while a battle was taking place.

The Crewniverse have generally kept this a well-kept secret other than that timeline photo in the SU artbook (I wonder if we were supposed to be able to make all that stuff out? Lol). 

Rebecca Sugar said she designed Lapis and Jasper (and Peridot) at the same time together in the SU artbook, it doesn’t surprise me that Lapis and Jasper’s pasts and characters are so intertwined with each other.

There is this halloween art by Katie Mitroff, a su storyboarder. Lapis as victor frankenstein, the scientist who gains an interest in the creation of life and Jasper as…frankensteins monster - It’s just fun art and probably just a subtle hint if anything, I definitely don’t think the show will have Lapis think she made a monster, Jasper called her a monster in Alone at Sea, so I guess the show is diverting that. Katie did also draw Jasper and Lapis as Juri and Shiori, which have many parallels to them, so keep that in mind…

All of this brings up three questions that I’m most interested in:

Does Lapis know she played a role in Jasper’s creation?

Whenever Peridot spoke of Jasper’s origins, Lapis was coincidentally off screen even though she was there for the rest of Amethyst and Steven’s visit, and in each trip to Beta, the main CG’s + Peridot are always there but never Lapis. So they do seem to be saving this stuff for a grand reveal for whatever reason but I still think she knows Jasper’s a Beta. Her colour scheme and stripes give it away and if Peridot knew all of Jasper’s history, Lapis probably would too. Unless she legitimately doesn’t know and will feel even more guilty for what she did to Jasper. 

Also Peridot does not know that Lapis terraformed Beta so that’s something. She ridicules it to the max, I don’t think she would do that if she knew. She’d probably have made fun of Lapis’ meep morp skill if it was the case, lol.

Does Jasper know Lapis terraformed her kindergarten?

I’m unsure on this one. But if they both know, then I don’t think there’d be a big point in this whole shared history, this kinda stuff seems setup for some big reveal, and I don’t think the CG’s would be as shocked by it, Steven and Amethyst were both surprised that Jasper’s an Earthling but Lapis terraforming shouldn’t be a shock to the CG’s, since it’s her gem role. So I think the reveal is for either Lapis, Jasper or both. 

What does it all mean?

The relationship between Jasper and Lapis is a sensitive topic for many and I never thought the crew would expand on it or even have the guts to do so after Alone at Sea, but then this theory came up and evidence kept stacking up and now in my eyes, it’s practically almost canon at this point. I’m just waiting for Jasper’s inevitable, long-awaited return so we can see how they deal with all this information in-show. I can potentially see this as a way for Jasper and Lapis to have their reconciliation, their trauma both started at the exact same place and time, and they can bond over that.

Song Analysis: What’s the Use of Feeling (Blue)?

I’ve been mulling this song over since I’d first heard it. For one, it confirms a lot of things about Homeworld and the Diamonds that I’ve been harping on for a while now. But this post isn’t a sermon about how to sympathise with the Diamonds better. I’m not too big a fan of that perspective. Rather, it’s the power that we receive when we empathise with them.

The thing about the Diamonds is that they’re all powerful, huge, and “human.” They err and have feelings, not necessarily in that order. So when they irrationally do something that hurts a lot of individuals and even entire planets, the answer isn’t to excuse them because “they’re sad.” The answer is to reach out to them in a way they understand so that they don’t do it again, and more appropriate to our context, make amends

Because the two very polar sides of “forgive” and “punish” aren’t constructive. To side with either doesn’t do justice to the people and gems who’ve already been lost or still are losing. It doesn’t make things better for anyone. 

This post will analyse the perspective Homeworld has of Earth and human beings. At the same time, the song reveals a lot about how gems view themselves and one another. I’ll round it up with how PD’s death impacted both Blue and Yellow Diamond and how their respective coping strategies led to the way things are now. And I’ll speculate on the immediate future of Earth in that regard.

So let’s get to it!

1. The song implies a falling-out among the Diamonds before PD’s shattering

Why would you want to be here? What do you ever see here
That doesn’t make you feel worse than you do? And tell me, what’s the use of feeling, Blue?

When the Steven Bomb opens in Steven’s Dream, we get a rare moment of hearing Blue’s thoughts. Bent over PD’s palanquin, she expresses deep regret. She says, “If only I had done more.” 

We know that Blue is sad over PD’s death. And we know from the first verse that visiting anything related to PD makes both surviving Diamonds uncomfortable. But we can find, within the lyrics, something specific about why instead of just sad, regret is interspersed in their mourning of PD.

In sharp contrast to Blue’s lament of wanting to do more, later on in the song, YD says, “Now there’s nothing we can do.” That implies at one point in time, the Diamonds were in a position to do something that could have prevented PD’s shattering. And they didn’t do it.

I want to bring back one of my older posts regarding the circumstances of PD’s shattering. In it, I mention that there’s been some sort of historical scrubbing of PD’s memory from Homeworld, such that only older gems are aware of her or feel any affinity for her. The Great Diamond Authority Logo, colour schemes, and even gem factions show no sign of PD’s ever existing, when this wasn’t the case for older structures on Earth. 

But in a slightly contradictory manner, we know the truth to be the opposite. The Diamonds didn’t take PD out of Homeworld’s memory because of the fight. Rather, they erased her because it hurt them personally to be reminded of her existence. 

When we look at the circumstances of their argument, there are a few theories I can posit. The main one being this: PD had an unconventional relationship with her Earth gems. I say this because now we have two Homeworld “subordinates” as examples in contrast.

I brought up before that Jasper felt a deep personal affinity for PD. And this may be even without having met her personally, even with the possibility of her being created after PD was shattered. On the other hand, Peridot and Holly Blue talk about their Diamonds with a sense of detachment. There is a great divide that Peridot puts between herself and YD. YD is perfect; she is not. YD is the most objective; that is what she aims to be. YD is a great decider; she was there to reaffirm the logic of the former’s decisions.

It’s much the same for Holly Blue. BD decides to maintain the zoo; she is grateful for the opportunity to serve. BD is arriving; she wants to assure a pleasant visit for her.

In both these cases the gems don’t feel like they’re coerced into serving their Diamonds. They openly acknowledge that because their Diamonds are superior in different (and at times all) aspects, they’re worth following. It’s very similar to idolising someone and hoping they’d mentor you, or even that you could contribute to their cause in some way. This cause being the betterment of Homeworld. 

2. PD’s close relationship with her gems

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Happy Birthday Hailey

It’s the wonderful @victuurificrec aka Hailey’s birthday today! She does an incredible amount for the fandom and if you don’t know her blog, I suggest you definitely check it out asap. She puts a huge amount of effort into everything that she does and she’s been an incredible supporter of my fic for a long time. So to say thank you and Happy Birthday to Hailey, here’s a little birthday themed Viktuuri ficlet to show my appreciation. 

Happy Birthday! xx



“So, you’re telling me that all this panic is just because you can’t decide what to get Viktor for his birthday?” Phichit asked disbelievingly.

Yuuri groaned, resting his head in his free hand as he clutched his phone with the other. It was stupid, he knew. Calling Phichit in a panic after almost a full week of constant worrying and doubt over something that Viktor probably wouldn’t even care much about but he couldn’t help himself.

“I’ve been living with him for a year Phichit. We’ve been together for even longer. Last year he told me he didn’t really celebrate much but this year it’s different. We’ve been together too long for me to not give him something, I just don’t know what.”

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anonymous asked:

do you have any fluffy peter & tony headcanons or anything tbh because im having a horrible day and im so anxious i feel like im gonna explode

(Okay I told myself I was gonna take a break from writing today but u know what. U deserve Good Tony and Peter Writing so,,,,I’m gonna do my best with that. Hope u feel better soon my friend, and I hope this helps in some way x)



His hands were shaking against the prompt cards he held in an iron-clad grip.


It was stupid, really. Ridiculous. He’d battled monsters and stopped bombs and yet here he was, getting worked up over a damn science presentation.

And there wasn’t even any reason why. He was good at science. Brilliant, if he did say so himself. And the whole school was full of science nerds like him, so it wasn’t as if he was going to get laughed off stage, either.


So why the damn hell did he feel so…awful?


Pull yourself together, Spiderman, he told himself, shaking his head a little and peaking out from behind the wings to watch the speech that was currently being given by another of his classmates. It was a mandatory thing in order for everyone to get a grade. Each of them had to present an idea or a theory to the rest of their year and put points that were for and against it. At the end, other kids asked questions, drilled you, probably started giggling and whispering if you couldn’t answer one of their godawful comments-

Ugh. He felt vaguely sick.


He’d been on edge the whole day just thinking about it. There were, what, a hundred faces, maybe more, in the audience? Including Flash, who was sat at the back, just waiting for Peter to slip up so he could laugh loudly or boo or something.

He could barely even think straight. His mind was all fuzzy and his palms were too sweaty. It felt like his lungs weren’t working properly anymore.

This sucked.


“Hey kid,”


Peter jerked wildly as someone stepped up to his shoulder. God, he’d been so out of it he hadn’t even heard them, what the hell was wrong with him-

“I- uh, hi Mr-” he turned, looking over and expecting to see a teacher. 

“Tony?” he said incredulously, as his brain registered the tinted yellow glasses and carefully sculpted van dyke.

“The one and only,” Tony replied absently, as he peered out through the wings and looked at the boy onstage, “you next?” He asked.

“I…what-you-how?” Peter spluttered, “what are you doing here?”

Tony looked at him, before shrugging. If Peter wasn’t mistaken, he almost looked sheepish. “You mentioned this thing, uh, a few days ago in the labs? I didn’t have anything on, so I though I’d come, show a bit of moral support, you know the drill,” he muttered. “How you feeling? You ready? Nervous?”

Peter opened his mouth, but the assurance failed to come out. He was a notoriously bad liar, after all.
Plus, his vocal cords didn’t really seem to be working very well right now. Which, considering what he was about to go up and do, was Very Very Bad.

Tony looked him up and down, noting the quivering hands, slightly green face and general expression of terror before sighing and pulling the sunglasses off his nose in order to place them on the bridge of Peter’s. “Okay, Peter, today you are not Peter. Today, you are me, and I am about to give a heart-raising, mind-blowing, showstopping speech on…” he peered down, reading the top of Peter’s card, “effective and innovative designs to contribute toward a greener society,” 

Peter just nodded, looking up at Tony through the yellow lenses.

“First thing,” Tony began, raising a hand and wandering backward, before gesturing around the place, “you gotta own the room, kid. Movement is important. Hands, feet, eyes- don’t just stand there like a lemon and read off the prompts. You wanna get a good grade? You engage the audience,” he stepped forward, pointing at Peter’s eye, and then his own, “eye contact. Always do the eye contact. Kinda terrifying, admittedly, but you only need to do it for a second. You’re not gonna stare em down like they’re trying to rob a bank here, okay, you’re just catching their eye. Showing them you’re focused, like you’re talking to them specifically. Keep moving around, look at everyone.”

He stopped. Grabbed Peter’s shoulder. “So, Mr Stark, how do you begin your speech?”

Peter stopped, caught off guard like a rabbit in the headlights. “Uhhhhh-”

“Okay, well for starters, I definitely don’t do that,” Tony shook his head, pushing the glasses a little further up Peter’s nose as they began to slip down. “You wanna begin with something simple. Casual. This isn’t a funeral service. You’re just putting an idea across. ‘hello everybody’ will suffice. I’d say open with a joke, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet.”

Peter had to agree on that one. He took another look over to the side, and noticed the boy was beginning to wrap up. 

Oh, hell. He was next.

Tony noticed, too, and he let his other hand rest on Peter’s shoulder as well, so that he was gripping Peter between both hands. “Listen, kid. Stick to the basics. Eye contact. Movement. Keep it light, and don’t focus too hard on individuals. It’ll only freak you out. You’re gonna do great, kid. Honestly, you’re definitely the smartest one out there, you got nothing to worry about.”

“People are gonna laugh,” Peter muttered, looking down at his feet. God, Flash- Flash was gonna be a total ass, he could predict it perfectly. Peter would pause, just for a moment, and Flash would do something stupid like laugh or make a stupid noise and then it would throw Peter off-

“No-one’s gonna laugh, Kid,” Tony said, before his eyes narrowed. “Unless there’s someone who’s planning on ruining it for you. Is there?”

“I dunno, Flash said some stuff earlier, but… I dunno,” Peter mumbled, biting his lip. He wished he’d been ill today. Or HYDRA had decided to attack a Macy’s or something. At least that would have been a genuine excuse.

“Flash, huh?” Tony mused quietly, peering out into the audience, “greasy looking pussy at the back, right?”

Peter laughed nervously, nodding. “Uh, yeah, that’s the one.”

Tony pulled a face, and then nodded to himself. “Okay. Okay, cool. Well listen, I’ll make sure Flash isn’t a problem, alright? Don’t worry about him.”


A sudden wave of applause filled the auditorium, and signalled Peter’s turn up. 

“Big breath. Come on, you’ll kick ass. You’re Spiderman. Or you can be me, just for a few minutes, if that’ll make it easier,” Tony assured him, patting his cheek  and smiling.


“-And now, it is my great pleasure to present to you, Peter Parker!” The Principal announced, and another round of applause burst out.

Okay. Showtime.


“Wait, kid, sunglasses!” Tony caught him before he could move, sliding them back off his face with a grin, “they’re a tad too big for you. Don’t want them sliding off whilst you’re deep in the middle of solving the world’s energy crisis.”

Peter huffed out a nervous laugh, and then did as Tony said, taking a long, deep breath before turning away and walking slowly toward the main stage.


He could do this. Tony did it all the time. He could be Tony, just for five and a half minutes, right? Tony had said he could.


His hands were still shaking a little as he stepped in front of everyone, but he felt a little braver. A little prouder. Maybe even confident.


At the back of the hall, he watched Tony slip in through the doors, more inconspicuous than Peter had ever seen him as he wandered toward the back row and grabbed a chair, leaning over the back of it and whispering something into-

Peter sighed, unable to hold back the little grin of satisfaction as Flash’s head turned to look up at him, eyes widening in a hilarious fashion as he realised, yet again, he was being told off by Tony Stark.

It was even more amusing to watch the colour drain from his face as Tony continued to whisper in his ear. He watched as Flash nodded a little jerkily, and then Tony smiled, before stepping back and leaning against the back wall, right in the middle where Peter could see him.


He grinned up when Peter made eye contact, and Peter smiled back.


He could do this.




“You did it!” 


Peter turned, smile on his face as he watched Tony jog up toward him, hands raised in a thumbs-up as he grinned over. Luckily, the presentation had been at the last period, and so Peter was free to get the fuck out and finally relax for the first time that day.

“Yeah- I think it went…well,” Peter admitted happily.

 Tony pulled a face, letting his arm fall across Peter’s shoulders and squeeze. “Uhm, you did more than ‘well’, kid- you totally blew everyone else out of the water.”

“You didn’t even see everyone else, Tony.”

He felt the shrugging gesture Tony made beside him. “I’m gonna go ahead and assume here, kid. You were great. Very Tony Stark-ish. Except with less narcissism and more genuine-ness, y’know? Never would’ve guessed you were nervous.”

Peter grimaced. “I thought I was gonna throw up the entire time.”

“Well then, you are a remarkable actor, Mr Parker,” Tony told him, “hey, how about doing my speech for me this weekend at the charity gala I am being forcibly blackmailed into attending? I have a busy schedule of sleeping and eating and I don’t want it disturbed.”

Peter laughed, giving Tony a shove, “thanks, but if it’s all the same with you, I’m never going to give a speech ever again. That was crazy. Everyone stares at you. What the hell?”

“Yeah, when you’re the only person talking in a huge auditorium, people tend to do that,” Tony huffed, shaking his head, “so damn rude of them.”

“It really is,” Peter agreed, hiking his bag up a little further on to his shoulder before turning to tony, a grin beginning to form on his face. “Hey- what did you tell Flash, by the way?”

Tony tapped his nose secretively. “None of your business.”

“Aw, come on, I see him most, it’s more my business than yours.”

“Hey, maybe I just like him. Maybe I was having a catch up, Peter, huh? You’re not special, I might be secretly mentoring him, too.”

Peter rolled his eyes, shoving Tony playfully and then grabbing his arm before he went careering to the floor. “Whoops- superstrength.”

“That was a threat, wasn’t it? I feel threatened. Again. Physical threats, this time, too- it’s getting worse-”

“Tony,” Peter whined frustratedly, “please tell me.”

Tony stopped, hand half-way to reaching his car door before turning to look back at Peter. “I told him if he made a single sound, I’d hack the school system and turn all his A* into C’s,” he admitted, before adding “is that bad? I don’t know- I tend to threaten both adults and kids alike, what can I say, I’m all about equality,” 

Peter watched, smile on his face as Tony jumped into his car and pulled his shades back on. “You did good, kid. I’ll see you ‘round,” he said, shooting Peter another thumbs up before revving the engine and pulling out of the car park.

Peter watched, shaking his head fondly. He felt kinda exhausted- the day had been stressful as fuck, and it had taken it out of him. But hey- at least it was over. And at least it hadn’t turned into a full-blown panic attack, either. That would’ve just been embarrassing.

“Thanks, Tony,” Peter muttered, waving cheerily over at a still rather horrified looking Flash from across the road before beginning to make his way down the drive.



“Wait. You got a lift?”


Peter turned, watching as Tony reversed back to him and raised an eyebrow at him curiously from the open window.

“Sorry, I don’t get in cars with strangers,” Peter deadpanned, beginning to walk forward again, hiding a fond grin as Tony just rolled forward and followed him.

“Uhh,” Tony made a face, turning around and shuffling in his car for a second before pulling out something. It was a bag of kisses, a few of them already eaten, with the wrappers thrown back in the bag. “I got candy?”

Peter broke his deadpan stare a second later, in order to laugh. Tony was a fucking idiot, honestly. “Right, okay, I’ve been convinced,” he declared, before sliding over the bonnet and opening the door on the other side.

As soon as he’d fallen in, Tony flicked him on the ear. “Ow!” He yelped, looking betrayed.

“Don’t slide your dirty school jeans over my car, you heathen,” Tony scolded, before turning back to the road and stepping on accelerate. “And don’t touch my radio. We’re listening to my music, not yours.”

Peter groaned, “ugh, but your music taste is-”

“Unless you want to get forcibly removed from this vehicle, I suggest you quit running your mouth, boy,” 

Peter looked over to him. There was silence for a stretch, before Peter muttered, “Metallica sucks.”

“RIGHT,” Tony pulled his sunglasses off, chucking them at Peter’s chest and then moving his hand to the dash where all his modified features sat, “that’s it, you’re getting ejected, buh-bye demon child-”

“TONY NO I’M SORRY I DIDN’T M-”

KEITHS VLOG BROKE MY HEART SO HERES A FIC

MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me


“I think it’s dumb.”

“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.

“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”

“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”

“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.

“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.

Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”

Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.

“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.

“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”

After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.

Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?

“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”

Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.

Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.

Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.

“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.

He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.

Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.

The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.

“Hey, Keith. Hey, it’s okay. Shhh, it’s okay, Keith, you’re alright.”

Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.

“L-Lance?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.

“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”

“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”

Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.

Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.

“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”

“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”

“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.

“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.

“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”

“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…

“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.

Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”

“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”

“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”

“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.

“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith chuckled. “Razzle dazzle.”

Oh Sehun//Love Thy Neighbor - Part 2

Originally posted by oohsehunnies

Summary: You move into a new apartment after your boyfriend leaves to go abroad, making your relationship long distance. You’re tired, stressed and missing him - and your next door neighbor isn’t making life any easier. (Part 1/Part 2)
Scenario: neighbor!AU, slightly angsty
Word Count: 4,724

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November Third (part seven)

@o0o-chibaken-o0o good morning, good morning.

bingo l part one l part two l part three l part four l part five l part six l part sevenupdates to come…

Draco woke up early. Potter would be back today. He had to be. It was November third. It would all be over soon. Potter would make sure of that.

But Potter didn’t storm into the Great Hall during breakfast. He didn’t overtake the castle during classes. In fact, there was no sign of him or his friends at all. But Potter had to show up. Draco had been waiting for it ever since Potter skipped the Hogwarts Express at the start of term. Draco knew he’d only have to wait a couple of months. That’s what had kept him going all this time.

But still, no Potter. Was he waiting until after curfew to sneak into the castle? Did he need help?

Draco knew he didn’t have to seek out Potter - that he would come to him by the end of the day regardless of Draco’s actions. Fourth year had pretty much proved that. But the waiting! It was impossible. And Draco had one terrible thought he didn’t dare let stay in his head for more than one fleeting second at a time. What if Harry Potter was dead?

Draco paced the castle restlessly. He knew it was silly and completely pointless, but he was searching as he went, as if Potter would just be strolling down the corridor like any other year. It was as he was pacing the seventh floor when he heard someone behind him. Before he could turn around to face the person he hoped was Potter, a jolt hit him square in the back sending him face forward into the floor.

A burning pain danced throughout Draco’s body - a nasty stinging jinx - before settling in his left forearm. It wasn’t unusual - for Draco to be hexed, or for the pain to concentrate around his dark mark. The magic within the mark was still very much alive, and it was always reacting to other magic passing through it, the harsh lines pushing to the surface of Draco’s skin with a draining energy. Draco had learned to manage it when he cast his own spells, but getting hit with them was another story.

With the pain still radiating in his arm, Draco pulled himself into a sitting position and slumped against the corridor wall. If it was a stinging jinx like Draco suspected, then it would have been one of Potter’s Gryffindor crew. They’d grown rather audacious in their saviour’s absence.

Just where the fuck are you, Potter? Draco thought to himself in frustration. 

He didn’t expect another voice to answer back.

Malfoy?

Potter! Draco recognised the voice immediately. He looked around but the corridor was empty. Where are you?

Me? Where are you?

What do you - It was then that Draco realised he hadn’t said anything out loud. Oh shit, Potter’s in my brain.

No, you’re in my brain. What are you doing? Are you spying on me?

That sounds far more like your game, Potter. And if I was going to spy on you, I’d at least try and get a decent visual as well so I could - wait, are you hearing everything I think?

I’m not sure. Try thinking something you don’t want me to hear. If I can hear him, then he can hear me. I can’t think about the horcruxes. Don’t think about the hor-

Don’t think about the horcruxes. That’s your big legilimency trick?

So we are hearing everything.

Not anymore, I’ve closed you off.

You’ve closed me off?  How did you do that? Teach me how to do that. He always was better at the intellectual stuff, the poncy -

I can hear you, Potter.

Then help me stop it please before I start thinking about something inappropriate like how - please stop me Malfoy - like how - no don’t think about anything dirty - don’t even think about -

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Save A Life

MASTERLIST

A/N: So I’ve spend the past three days writing this (for) my friend Nat, because she really wanted a story to foucs on this, because well, she’s been in a situation alike this. Babe, you know I’m proud of you. I’d love some feedback on this. 

Word count: 4,271

Originally posted by lodowate


Toronto, Canada – 2017

“Okay, wish me luck” Shawn stuttered, running his shaking fingers through his curly hair.

Why was he so nervous? He was so used to big crowds.

You pulled Shawn into your arms, before planting a tender kiss on his already burning lips.

“You don’t need any luck” you whispered into his ear, softly stroking his flushed cheek.

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I Want You.

Request from @bellasett:Hello this idea just came to me I was wondering if u could do a Steve rogers where he just got unfrozen and his sex drive is up (bc it’s like a side effect from the ice) and the reader has had a crush on captain America for like ever and they meet at stark tower and he ignores her and she thinks it’s her but he just can’t be alone with her without wanting to do the deed and maybe he’s think of all the place he could have sex with her sorry this is really long if u don’t do smut it’s fine tho.

Note: I am soooooo sorry that it has taken me a while to get this written. Between my mind deciding to hate me and a whole lot of changes in my life everything has been a little too hectic for my muse to work. I hope this is what you were looking for! <3 I didn’t do too much smut though as my muse is very slowly coming back lol!

Steve x Reader

Words: 2,225

Warnings: Mild language and some minor smut. I haven’t gone into full detail with it and the majority is simply implied but figured I should warn you anyway….if I have missed anything please let me know :)

Disclaimer: GIF used is not mine so all credit goes to it’s creator. <3

You couldn’t believe it, not one bit. He was within arm’s reach of you, currently sleeping on the hospital bed in the room, his chest clearing rising up and then falling back down again at a steady pace….but still there was a part of you that was convinced you were going to wake up soon and be pulled back to reality.

Ever since you were a child you had grown up knowing his face, his name, and he was the very reason you now had the job that you did – working for Shield. He had made it his life mission to save others, never once expecting anything in return, and he had made the ultimate sacrifice in doing so. As far as you were concerned doing this job was your way of thanking him, something you never thought you would get to do in person.

Not only that but you were just like any other red blooded woman and you had developed quite the crush on him despite having never been in the same room as him until now.

A tired groan interrupted your thoughts and the rather perverted gaze you’d had on him as his eyes started to open.

“Captain Rogers?”

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DRRR!! movie actors!AU

I’ve had this idea in my head for quite a while now ever since I watched the end of ketsu, hear me out.

Durarara!! cast as movie actors.

Introducing:

- Izaya having to constantly redo the scene cuz he keeps laughing at the lines and ‘this guy is an asshole I fucking love him’ about his character.

- Ever since Mikado got the prop gun on set which would be used in the ‘ketsu’ end, he constantly rehears his lines and use the gun as he would during the set. ‘It’s for immersion’ he tells everyone. Kida grows tired of this and swaps it with a replica but one that’s an actual water-gun. Mikado still hasn’t forgiven him.

- Because of Celty’s lack of head in the series, she constantly has to wear a greenscreen wrapped around her head during set and every now and then there’s a mysterious swapping of imagery. Instead of smoke curling around where her head is supposed to be there’s now a bowl of cereal with milk being gently poured into it.

-Shizuo is a child and you would think he’s calm and collected because of the character he’s acting, but ohno, he’s a confused lil kid who constantly forgets his lines and forgets to take out his lollipop during rehearsal which has lead to a lot of scenes being re-taken.

-Despite Shizuo being kinda clumsy and forgetful, when he’s being serious (or ‘in the mood’ as Izaya so generously put it) he leaves everyone in awe of his acting.

- Akane is a fucking angel in real life as well and she clings to Akabayashi whenever he’s not acting. She also steals a lot of Shizuo’s sweets from his bag, thinking she’s being stealthy but Shizuo knows and keeps putting more candy in that specific corner of the bag so she’ll find it easier.

-Shiki has, more than once, sat in the back of the usual prop car and made money rain whilst Lil Wayne ft Fat Joe - Make It Rain plays in the background.

- The crew has noted Izaya is terrible at catch as they had to replace Celty’s prop head to a smaller sized water melon for him to practice with because he keeps dropping and throwing the head.

- Anri loves to pose with her sword, saying she feels like Michonne from The walking dead.

- The durarara!! cast snapping pics every time Shizuo and Izaya are near each other outside of the set (eating, walking, talking etc…) and posting it to the official DRRR!! cast twitter page #whatisthis????!?!?! #shizayaisreal?!?!?

- Erika and Walker sometimes disappears from set and aren’t found for hours. Usually they can be found in a corner reading manga or their lines.

-Shizuo and Izaya are actually best friends (like their voice actors Kamiya Hiroshi & Ono Daisuke) and cannot stop teasing each other on set.

“Be a dear and don’t forget your lines this time around?”

“Maybe I’ll forget to not throw the vending machine and you’ll end up in a hospital for a change!”

“Oh wow, nice, remember that line.”

“You think? Oh thanks.”

-The term ‘break a leg’ is forbidden to say unless you want Shizuo to actually do it.

- Mikado accidentally did stab Aoba with that pen and, although Aoba insisted he was okay, Mikado could not stop crying and apologizing to him.

- Every Friday is taco Friday. They all gather at a restaurant and have a nice time together.

- Shinra actually hates the sight of blood and once fainted during the act where he’s supposed to treat Shizuos gun shot wound on his leg. Despite knowing it’s fake, he still can’t stand the thought of seeing that dark red colour on his friends.  

- Speaking of fainting, at the final confrontation with Izaya and Shizuo, neither of them could remain in character for long because of all the tension, and had to stop multiple times because of emotional stress. Shizuo, fearing he’ll actually hurt Izaya when hitting him, actually fainted after seeing the ‘in act Izaya’s face of pain’. The stress and the guilt of actually hurting his best friend was too great for him and as Izaya sat there on the floor with him, hugging him, he assured Shizuo that ‘you monster can’t hurt me, I’m Orihara fucking Izaya’. Shizuo didn’t let Izaya go for an entire hour.

Of course there’s some plot-holes and such which I can’t figure out how to solve, like their name being the same as the ‘characters’ they’re playing, but I can’t stop thinking about this AU.

I’ll prolly add more to this so stay tuned if you wish to know more. Or please come talk to me about this AU, I need to TAL K MORE DRRR.

Joffrey x Sister Reader

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Imagine Joffrey falling in love with your beauty and soul despite the fact you are his sister.

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\ Request from anonymous /

Hello there, may I request a Joffrey Baratheon x Sister! Reader one? Where he’s fallen for her despite the fact they were siblings. Just fluff between the two.

♡ Warning: INCEST RELATIONS ♡

He didn’t want to feel this way.

The prince had gotten used to watching her every move; whether she was laughing at something simple or arguing with the royal court, she was beautiful.

Joffrey was in love with Y/N Baratheon… his sister.


The mirror reflected your slim body which was covered in dark green lace with patches of shimmering gold through out the dress. The corset pushed your tan breasts up and hugged your waist tightly before flowing out at your hips, trailing down to the floor.

You smiled at your glamourous appearance, it wasn’t a special occasion but as a princess, you had a duty to always look your best.

You walked across a hallway in the stone castle with a nonchalant expression, heading towards the location where your breakfast would take place. You were a very kind girl much like Marcella however you didn’t let just anyone have the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous smile. 

The double doors leading into the Throne room crashed open as you gracefully glided over to sit at your mothers side. Everyone in the hall had their attention on you.

Your siblings, uncles, mother and father plus your grandfather; Lord Tywin, were staring in awe. Every day you became more radiant and stunning.

Cersei revelled in the fact her daughter stole attention away from anyone who dared stand next to such a breathtaking person. Even if you outshone her, the queen didn’t care. She was far too proud that she produced such a beauty to be jealous. 

“My Lady, are you hungry?” a maid asked whilst timidly approaching you.

“No, a glass of fresh water would suffice. Thank you Claudia.” The girl smiled, honoured that you knew her name before fetching your drink.

Conversation flowed whilst your family dined peacefully, you were speaking with Tywin when your dear brother, Joffrey, interrupted.

“You shouldn’t give them the satisfaction of learning their name. If you treat them as equals, they will start to believe it.” The blonde prince spoke, his eyes lingered on your chest before glancing in admiration at your face.

“My sweet, if you treat the people who serve us on a daily basis, with respect… then they are less likely to try and kill you.” You stated, the tone in your voice was incredibly seductive however you were oblivious to it.

Joffrey smirked at your answer, you knew how to play people. Hundreds were wrapped around your finger, waiting to serve you whenever you requested. Manipulation was yet another quality your brother fell in love with.

“Tell me, sister, would you join me on a walk after we break our fasts?” He asked leaning across slightly, a sparkling glow on his flawless face.

“I would be delighted.”


The small land overflowed with roses. The sharp thorns creating a barrier, separating you and Joffrey from the rest of the garden.

“Please Y/N, take a seat.” The prince gestured towards a marble bench which rested under a beautiful arch. You complied, gracefully placing yourself upon the cold stone before smiling kindly as he joined you.

“So brother, I presume you wanted to talk?” You wondered, placing your fragile hand on his shoulder as he struggled to meet your eye.

You were clueless to your brothers affection. In fact, you thought he would somehow dishonour you once he became king.

Joffrey didn’t always act friendly with you because he was frightened. Scared of loving you so dearly.

“Y/N- I..” The prince was stumped for words. As he lifted his head to gaze into your [colour] eyes, his heart stopped. “I’ve done something that is forbidden on many levels.” He began, careful of his wording.

“Joffrey, is it wise to be discussing such serious matters out here?” You looked around cautiously as your brother spoke.

“Don’t be so conscious of our surroundings. Just look at me and listen.” Joffrey snapped and his tone changed into a rather aggressive one as he was desperate to confess.

“It’s not necessarily something I’ve done, more like a feeling that I shouldn’t have.” As your brother hesitated, you ‘understood’ where he was going with the conversation.

“Let me stop you there my dear.” Your gentle, soothing voice echoed with a hint of compassion. “I cannot begin to imagine how hard this must be but believe me when I say Joffrey, I will love you no matter what decisions you make.”

The prince suddenly became confused. He hadn’t said anything that could lead you towards knowing the truth, so why were you speaking as if you knew his dirty little secret?

“What are you tal-”

“Shh” you hushed him, stopping his questioning. “Forbidden desires do not control you. You can beat this. After all, a king must produce an heir and as you know it can’t work like that-”

“Hold on.” Joffrey quickly cut you off, a small smile on his face as he realised what you had interpreted from his words.

“You think I desire men?” A chuckle escaped his thin lips.

Your breath taking face contorted into a befuddled expression, “is that not it?”

“Seven hells no, Y/N.” Your brother, although slightly insulted by your accusation, found this situation amusing.

“Well, I must say- it doesn’t matter who you love, I will remain at your side as your sister, your loyal follower and as your friend.” You smiled at him, not knowing the impact of your words.

“That means the world to me sister… thank you.” Joffrey held a slight blush, he knew if you discovered his feelings- your views would change however, just hearing that you love him unconditionally gave him enough confidence to hug you.

The first hug you had shared since you were small children.

Joffreys arms wrapped around your small frame as you sat by his side, your hands rested on his shoulders whilst the embrace settled into a comforting silent exchange of affection.

“My darling Joffrey.” You whispered to your year younger brother.

“Yes?”

You kissed his cheek lightly making him shiver before you slowly retracted yourself from the cuddle. “Don’t worry about the forbidden issue you were going to tell me. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it… together.”

Joffreys thoughts were hectic however he singled them down to one emotion.

Utter adoration for you- his sister.

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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I have been enjoying this Christmas and Alcohol wayyyyyyyy too much so i haven’t updated in forever which I am sorry for! I have like 20 requests to do and I’ve decided i can write some quicker and easier than others so i am no longer doing them in order. ❤

I hope you enjoy this imagine and REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

re:quest [tension] - chapter 4

I don’t even know how it took me this long to do chapter 4 (please don’t ask). Unfortunately the last chapter will definitely take a while since I’ll be starting school soon, but I’ll definitely finish it at some point.

For those who haven’t read “tension”, the short story about the CCG art festival, you can read chapter 1 here. Enjoy!

(Thank you @tokyo-ghoul-out-of-context for proofreading.)


“Huh?” Koori-senpai, what are you doing?”

When Hairu had showed up to work at the S1 squad’s task room, she had found Ui cutting up photographs with a pair of scissors. “Do you have a grudge against those people in the photos or something?”

“Of course not.” Ui said, glaring at his hand. Hairu shrugged and sat down in her seat to escape from his line of sight.

When Ui finished cutting up the photo he had been holding, he began to clean up. Hairu rose from her chair and looked at him again. “Are you making a scrapbook then?” 

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“I’ve got you.”

Summary: The life of a royal can be dangerous and prince Roman’s is no different. The people believed that, with everything their benvolent prince had overcome, he must have a guardian angel watching over him. Little did they know, he actually did. Winged!Virgil.

Pairing: Prinxiety (could be platonic, but is bordering on romantic)

Words: 5955 words (!!!)

Triggers/warnings: near-drowining (not detailed), fire (detailed)

A/N: This is based off @randomslasher‘s wonderful fanart that @this-is-ske (it won’t tag, sorry) coloured. Dear lord, this story was a trip! Glad I got it done :) Laura, I hope you feel better soon!

PS. Despite me tagging people on the Spread your wings taglist, THIS IS NOT PART OF SPREAD YOUR WINGS! I just tagged you because I thought it was the Winged!Virgil aspect that interested you. If you did not want to be tagged, my apologies. It won’t happen again.


Roman couldn’t remember their first meeting, which meant that they might not have met that time, at all. But he wanted to believe they did.

It was when he was six years old, bedridden with a high fever. He had been confined to his bed for days on end, coughing and crying and sleeping and enduring, enduring, enduring. The best healers in the kingdom had been summoned, but none of them could help. The king and queen were told to prepare for the worst-case scenario: the prince was unlikely to survive.

But then, suddenly, he did.

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