what i wouldn't give to have been able to see this

Harry's interview on Quotidien
  • I: Can you hear me?
  • H: Yes
  • I: Welcome to Paris!
  • H: Thank you
  • I: How are you? Can you answer in French?
  • H: Good! A little bit. A tiny bit. Très bien et toi ?(very good and you?)
  • I: Very good, thank you. We start our interviews with “can you give us your five favourites words in English or French. Or a French sentence”. Someone told me you knew a French sentence.
  • H: Comment vous faites un café si délicieux? (How do you make such a delicious coffee?)
  • I: OK, that’s good.
  • H: That’s all I have.
  • I: Do you say it very often?
  • H: No... Yes
  • I: What does France mean to you? Is it something, someone etc...?
  • H: Best people I’ve known... I think her, *shows a fan* I guess. Fabien Barthez.
  • I: Yes, Fabien Barthez. Harry, you’re 23 years old and you’re one of the best known pop-star in the world. Everybody has expectations with your new album and single Sign Of The Times. Why did you choose that song? This is not what people were expecting.
  • H: I think I wanted to.. I've always liked music that made me feel something. You know I think writing it I could feet something I wanted to bring it out. I think it's a good indicator for me of what the album is to me. That's why I wanted to go with that first.
  • I: Billboard wrote that the single was "one of the more ambitious opening statements in pop this decade". Not bad, isn't it?
  • H: Thanks!
  • I: Do you have friends working at Billboard?
  • H: I don't know anyone at Billboard.
  • I: When we listen to the song we think of David Bowie, Queen, who else did you think of?
  • H: I mean, I think everyone, anything, any song you've ever listened to growing up or throughout your life or you've enjoyed, inspired you. There are a lot of different things. I wanted to just write and see what came out. I didn't know what I sounded like to make an album. So this process was as interesting for me as I think it will be for people listening to the album for the first time.
  • I: Do you know French singers other than Serge Gainsbourg? That's a tricky question.
  • H: I know Woodkid. He directed my music video.
  • I: Why him?
  • H: I think his videos are amazing, he's a really talented guy and I love French people so I worked with him.
  • I: When you're in Spain, do you say that you love Spanish people?
  • H: No!
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy...
  • H: Great tie.
  • I: You think so? It's French.
  • H: It's not a Spanish tie, isn't it?
  • I: Can I see your loafer? Oh yes! What is the brand? That's not French, isn't it? It's Italian.
  • H: No.
  • I: That's from the European Union!
  • H: Probably yeah.
  • I: It seems like everything has been easy for you, is it true?
  • H: Was what simple?
  • I: Your life, everybody wants a life like yours, with One Direction...
  • H: I mean, I feel very lucky to be able to make music, I feel very lucky to be able to make this, I feel very lucky today being in France and performing my song. I love this song. I can't complain.
  • I: What were the unpleasant things?
  • H: *thinking*
  • I: I don't know, say only one thing.
  • H: I think when you care so much about something, it's hard to get to the point where you feel like it's finished and it feels like you're adding and it never ends and it adds up. So I think the hardest part was getting into that point and be like "ok that's finished."
  • I: You said to the Rolling Stone magazine that most of the album was inspired by a woman. Really?
  • H: No I think, honestly, the album is much more about me than it is about anyone else. I think if I said the album is about a woman it kind of feels like, I don't know, I put a lot of work into this. I don't feel like it revolves around woman. It's a lot about me and things I've never said before. It's more about me.
  • I: How did you start with a boy band and end with a solo career? Is it complicated?
  • H: It's been a lot of fun. You know we were very lucky to get to do some amazing things and at the moment in our lives, we're in a time where everyone is trying their own thing and have a good time. It's been amazing to see everyone doing their own thing as well. If I can do as well as the others, it'd be amazing.
  • I: Do you call them everyday or text them? Do you use What's app?
  • H: I don't have that.
  • I: Why?
  • H: Yes we talk, absolutely. And everyone is bringing stuff out. It's been a lot going on. It's been a good time.
  • I: This is the album cover! Can you describe it? Why did you choose this picture?
  • H: Yeah. So, I don't know. I worked with photographer Harley Weir, I'm a massive fan of her work. And that's amazing and I was lucky enough to work with her. I felt like this was what I wanted.
  • I: Why is it pink? Why the water? Why your back? Why? It's beautiful but why is it pink?
  • H: I don't know, man!
  • I: Really? You don't know?
  • H: I don't know. I don't think I want...
  • I: Apparently pink is Rock'n'roll's colour.
  • H: Apparently so. I don't know. I think it means something to me and if it means anything to anyone else, I wouldn't want to take away from that by explaining it. I think the cool thing about stuff like photos and art is you can just leave it. You don't have to explain it.
  • I: Everybody sees what they want to see.
  • H: Yes exactly.
  • I: Have you seen this?
  • *video of people reacting to Harry's single*
  • I: Your fans record themselves while listening to the song for the first time. You can hear relevant analysis and apparently they all really liked it. Do you read what people say about you on social media? On Youtube, Twitter, Instagram? Do you use Instagram?
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit.
  • *The public disagrees with Harry*
  • H: Yes I use it a little bit. I mean I wish everyone was having as good time as the girl who was like that with her hands. That's what I do when I listen to the song.
  • I: Are you the one using your Instagram? Do you use your own fingers or someone else does it for you?
  • H: Yes, I do mine.
  • I: Do you still vote in Redditch?
  • H: In?
  • I: Redditch!
  • H: That's where I was born?
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I don't live in Redditch.
  • I: So you don't vote there. Where did you vote?
  • H: London, yeah.
  • I: What do you think of the Brexit? Welcome to Europe!
  • H: Thank you very much, thanks. I mean, I don't really comment on politics. To me, anything that brings people together is better than things that pull people apart. That's ... yeah.
  • I: Yet, you are in favour of equality of rights, men, women, gay people, straight people... That's politics.
  • H: I don't know. It doesn't feel like politics. I think stuff like equality feels much more fundamental. I feel like everyone is equal. That doesn't feel like politics to me.
  • I: Your fans are fetishists. They know all of your tattoos, piece of jewellery, they have heart attacks when you cut your hair. Right now you're playing with their feelings. Do you know that?
  • H: Oh ok.
  • I: Yes! What is your favourite tattoo?
  • H: I think... I have a.. probably. I don't know, actually.
  • I: Which one is the latest?
  • H: The latest is this one there. *shows Arlo* And this one. *shows Jackson*
  • I: Jackson? All of them?
  • H: Yes.
  • I: What's the story behind your haircut? How much did you spend on hair products with One Direction?
  • H: Yeah, like a lot. I used a lot, yeah.
  • I: You're in Dunkirk, Christopher Nolan's new movie.
  • H: Yes.
  • I: How did you do?
  • H: I auditioned.
  • I: Look at you there.
  • H: I am, that's me.
  • I: Yes.
  • H: I auditioned and it was great. It's going to be a really cool movie.
  • I: Harry, it feels like we know you since you're a baby. The whole world discovered you in 2010 on X Factor.
  • *video of Harry's X Factor audition*
  • I: You auditioned alone but Simon Cowell had an idea... he put you in a band with Zayn, Louis, Liam and Niall. You became One Direction. You found the name One Direction and you sold millions of albums. One Direction are soon considered as the new Beattles and you filled the biggest stadiums. The whole world was talking about you. When you go out we prayed for your eardrums. You became UK's pride. David Cameron is in one of your music videos, your sang for the Queen. But in 2015... bang! Zayn left the band, fans couldn't get over it. But don't worry, their favourite is now on the cover of the Rolling Stone magazine, he's in Christopher Nolan's new movie, he's Mick Jagger on SNL... What you don't know is that we've met in 2012. You were in France to promote an album and now I have questions. First one! When you're in a car and fans are all around you, do you see that?
  • *video of fans around a car*
  • H: I think I've actually lost my shoe there. When I got in the car... I got in the car and I was like "how many shoes do I have?" Yes I lost my shoe.
  • I: I have another question! Do you still do that before going on stage?
  • *video of Harry and Lou*
  • I: Can we do it?
  • H: No.
  • *does it anyway*
  • I: What is the weirdest question someone asked you?
  • H: I think it was actually a French interview. I got asked if I would pee in a sink... Yeah.
  • I: Ok, that's weird!
  • H: It was the first question, the first question.
  • I: It puts you in the mood.
  • H: Yeah.
  • I: What is the question you never want to be asked ever again? Did I asked you that question?
  • *Harry asks the public*
  • H: Which one? Oh crush.
  • I: What?
  • H: Crush.
  • I: Oh ok. I didn't ask it! Did you know that a French author wrote a novel about you. It's called "Styles", it's about his obsession with you. It's in French. You can translate it.
  • H: Oh! Is that true?
  • I: Yes it's true. He dedicated to you. It's called "Styles" and it's a really good book. Read it!
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Thank you very much Harry Styles for coming tonight. His first eponymous album comes out on the 12th May. Thank you Harry Styles.
  • H: Thank you.
  • I: Have a safe journey home.

anonymous asked:

Zutarians act like Katara's romance with Aang is to the detriment of her character but somehow one with Zuko wouldn't just put her in nurturing position for an older man. I am not for Kataang but I don't think any of the show's characters would NOT put Katara in the position of a nurturer and giver. She gives too much as it is. Except perhaps Toph but Toph is twelve, confused and has parental issues. What I'm trying to ask is what does Katara gain from Zutara except acceptance.

What Katara Would Gain from Zutara

[Edited to add “Bato of the Water Tribe”! Thanks, @ adifferentcupofzutara!]

Katara would gain a partner who would help her with household duties without being asked:

Rather than someone who leaves the chores to her while he shows off for his fangirls.

Katara: Watching you show off for a bunch of girls does not sound like fun.
Aαng: Well, neither does carrying your basket.

She would gain a partner who shares parental responsibilities …

Katara: Aαng, don’t walk away from this.

Zuko: Let him go. He needs time to sort it out by himself.

And acts like a father:

Zuko: Keep in mind, these are dual swords. Two halves of a single weapon. Don’t think of them as separate, because they’re not. They’re just two different parts of the same whole.

Rather than someone who IS a parental responsibility …

And acts like her son.

Katara: What do you think, Aαng? Do I act like a mom?
Aαng: Well, I…
Katara: Stop rubbing your eye and speak clearly when you talk!

Katara: My goodness! That doesn’t sound like our Kuzon.

Katara: I’ve been training Aαng for a while now. He really responds well to a positive teaching experience. Lots of encouragement and praise. Kind words. If he’s doing something wrong, maybe a gentle nudge in the right direction.

She would gain a partner who respects her personal boundaries: 

Katara: What are you doing?!
Zuko: Keeping rocks from crushing you.
Katara: Okay, I’m not crushed. You can get off me now.

Zuko [retracts his arm so Katara can move away from him]: I’ll take that as a thank you.

 Rather than someone who transgresses them.

Katara: Aαng, I’m sorry but right now,  I’m just a little confused.

Katara: I just said that I was confused!

Someone who sees her as an ally:

Zuko: I can handle Azula.
Iroh: Not alone. You’ll need help.
Zuko: You’re right. Katara, how would you like to help me put Azula in her place?

And not a possession.

Actor Zuko: Wait.  I thought you were the Avatar’s girl.

Aαng: [nods] 

Someone who waits for the right time to talk:

Katara: You look terrible. 
Zuko: I waited out here all night.

Rather than pushing her:

Katara: Because we’re in the middle of a war and we have other things to worry about. This isn’t the right time.
Aαng:  Well, when IS the right time?

Someone who understands how much she needs her family to be there …

Katara: Dad.
Hakoda: Hi, Katara.
Katara: How are you here? What is going on?

And puts their needs over his:

Sokka: No, I’m staying. You guys go. You’ve been here long enough.
Suki: I’m not leaving without you, Sokka.
Zuko: I’m staying too.

Rather than someone who disappears when she depends on him …

Katara: He left.
Hakoda: What?
Katara: Aαng. He just took his glider and disappeared. He has this ridiculous notion that he has to save the world alone. That it’s all his responsibility.
Hakoda: Maybe that’s his way of being brave.
Katara: It’s not brave. It’s selfish and stupid. We could be helping him. And I know the world needs him, but doesn’t he know how much that we need him too? How could he just leave us behind?

And puts his needs over theirs.

Sokka: This is the map to our father! You had it the whole time!? How could you?

She would not only gain a partner who, unlike her canon love interest, sympathizes with the loss of her mother:

Katara: Well, I just want you to be prepared for what you might see. The Fire Nation is ruthless. They killed my mother and they could have done the same to your people.
Aαng:  Just because no one has seen an airbender doesn’t mean the Fire Nation killed them all. They probably escaped.
Katara: I know it’s hard to accept.
Aαng: You don’t understand, Katara. The only way to get to an airbender temple is on a flying bison, and I doubt the Fire Nation has any flying bison. Right, Appa?

Katara: I don’t?! How dare you! You have no idea what this war has put me through. Me personally. The Fire Nation took my mother away from me.

Zuko: I’m sorry. That’s something we have in common.

Katara: But, we were too late. When we got there, the man was gone.  And so was she.
Zuko: Your Mother was a brave woman.

Katara:  I know.

But who trusts her to deal with anger and pain in HER way …

Rather than pestering her to do things HIS way.

Aαng: Katara, you sound like Jet.

Aαng: Katara, you do have a choice. Forgiveness. 

Aαng: It’s okay, because I forgive you.  That give you any ideas?

Aαng: Let your anger out and then let it go. Forgive him.

Aαng: You did the right thing. Forgiveness is the first step you have to take to begin healing. 

Ironically, a partner who understands that some things are more important than romance!

Aαng: Katara is in danger! I have to go.

Guru Pathik: No, Aαng! By choosing attachment, you have locked the chakra! If you leave now you won’t be able to go into the Avatar State at all!

Zuko: Stop! This isn’t about you. This is about the Fire Nation.

But who would still die for her in a heartbeat …

Rather than risk her life (and everyone’s) to retain his moral purity.

Most of all, she would gain someone who sees her for who she is:

Rather than who he wants her to be.

And who doesn’t try to change her to make her better for him.

anonymous asked:

yo,.... lena getting taken by cadmus and kara just like tearing thru the place because she's so worried and lena kissing kara when they're back in the deo because she wouldn't stop babbling about how worried she was etc

you rly should blame @luthoring for what i’m abt to do

anyways! imagine this:

lena is kidnapped on what’s their standing date night.

kara talked with j'onn so he could look out after the city for this night, bc it was a special night. kara herself was too busy flying from one place to the other, organizing everything and buying the things she forgot for their date, as she was the one organizing everything.

lena’s last meeting of the day should finish at 7pm and she was supposed to be home early for their date.

except she doesn’t show up.

when it’s around 8pm and lena still hasn’t shown up, hasn’t answered any of her texts or called back, kara starts to get concerned. she tries to tell herself lena is just busy, hasn’t finished her meeting yet, and she shouldn’t get worried bc there’s nothing wrong. either way, she stills calls jess to ask if lena will take too long to finish, bc she doesn’t want the food to get cold.

jess is confused, tells her lena left the office even earlier than planned bc she wanted to surprise kara.

at this point, kara is already beyond concerned and frustrated. she tries to expand her senses, tries to locate lena, all the while sending text after text, only stopping to call her - only for all calls to go straight to voicemail.

when she isn’t able to locate lena and doesn’t manage to get in contact with her, she quickly changes into her supergirl suit and flies to the deo to see if they know what happened.

she’s halfway there when alex’s voice comes through the comlink, asking her where she is and telling her to come to the deo because they have an emergency

she can hear it in alex’s voice, in the way it’s carefully controlled, that she won’t like what’s happening and her breath catches in her throat and her heart twists painfully because the only thing she can think about is lena

she arrives at the deo, hurrying to her sister’s side and not even stopping to smile or wave at the agents she passes, as she usually does.

she knows the situation is really bad when the first thing alex does is squeeze her shoulder and say, more a warning than anything, “don’t freak out”

she doesn’t noticed how her fists clench when they tell her lena has been kidnapped by cadmus, show her the video they streamed of lena, tied to a chair, blood running down her face. she doesn’t notice the snarl on her lips or the narrowing of her eyes until alex is tightening the hand on her shoulder and calling her name in that sharp tone of hers.

winn is working himself on the ground trying to locate them and j'onn stands near by, offering support in his own way, while barking orders to the agents forming the strike/rescue team

she takes a deep breath, stills herself to the best of her abilities and waits, fighting the urge to fly in search of lena herself, knowing she won’t find anything

as soon as winn shouts “i found it! i found them!” and points the location on the map on the computer, she’s out of the deo, moving as fast as she can and ignoring the shouts of “supergirl!” and people telling her to wait

she arrives at the warehouse and makes quick work of the entrance, tearing through everything on her way, knocking out anyone trying to stop her and breaking weapons in pieces

it’s only when she comes across the room they’re holding lena in that she slows down, tries to calm herself

she realizes something is wrong when her knees weaken and give away beneath her, feels suddenly nauseous and hears a man laugh. she notices the kryptonite in his hands when h steps closer, bending down so he can be eye level with her.

“well well well, supergirl. we all thought you weren’t going to show up at this point. poor young miss luthor had to be gagged while we waited for you”

she feels hot red rage at this point, harder than she ever felt. she briefly considers that it was a bad idea to come alone, that maybe she should have waited for the others, but it’s soon gone when the man goes on to tell her this is a surprise gift from lillian. after all, what better way to get back at her daughter and get rid of the aliens at the same time than using lena as a bait then finished off both her and her precious hero at the same time?

she tries to fight despite her weakened state, but can barely move anymore with the amount of kryptonite near her.

she listens to the man’s monologue, has nothing she can do and she starts to lose hope. her eyes meet lena’s across the room and she see the fear and desperation in lena’s eyes.

it’s at this point that j'onn comes flying in, knocking the man into a wall and putting the kryptonite back in the lead box. the deo agents come closely behind, their shouts of “clear” and some of “what happened here” being heard before they even appear in her line of vision

as soon as she starts feeling a it better, she gets up and shakily makes her way to where an agente is freeing lena of her bounds

she takes over them, freeing her faster than humanly possible. as soon as lena is free, she takes her into her arms, not even mending everyone else in the room

she hugs as tight as she knows she can without hurting lena, repeating “i love you"s and “i’m glad we found you” and “rao, i was so worried” in between breaths and while listening to lena’s heartbeat, to assure herself she’s really alive

it’s when lena untangles herself from her and moves back just enough they can look face to face that she stops talking

when lena smiles that soft and beautiful smile of hers, reserved just for kara, she can feel herself truly relaxing for the first time since the start of the night

and it’s when lena says “and i’m glad you’re alright, i love you” and kisses her that she feels her at peace and at home.

I know this nose art is for the Bad Batch, but I can’t help but imagine another Clone Unit with a stronger claim on the Senator as a mascot. (And how much Anakin would FLIP THE FUCK OUT)

— Morale Booster


… And it looks like the paneling repair will have to wait, as his General’s boots appear next to his head beside the transport’s landing gear. He pushes himself out from under the machine on a dolly, flat on his back.


“What is THAT?!” his fearless leader yelps, pointing dramatically, emphatically upwards and towards the nose.

He scoots out farther, past General Skywalker’s legs, and props himself up on his elbows to take in the three-quarters-finished pinup Hardcase has been taking such pains with for the last four hours.

“Morale booster, sir. Couldn’t do something clever like the 104th and their Plo’s Bros or anything, so–”

“So you chose SENATOR AMIDALA?!” Did his voice just crack? It did.

He shrugs. “Sure. She’s been through enough hell and high water with us.”

“She’s a SENATOR!”

“And she’s a keen eye with that blaster,” he reasons, jerking his head up to the painting, and the flawlessly detailed replica of the Senator’s favored sidearm, primed to fire and held at a jaunty, confident angle. He even got the chipped paint over the trigger guard right.

“Got the looks for it too!” Hardcase yells down from where he’s shading in a long bare stretch of thigh, pausing to vigorously shake his can of spray paint. “We might finally be able to give the 327th a run for their money, with General Secura and all.”

“GENERAL SECURA is half naked on the nose of a transport?!”

“What? No!” Of course not, that’s just tasteless.

There’s a clatter from up above as Hardcase puts his paints down and leans over the scaffolding, a hand wobbling skeptically. “Well… Technically…”

“She’s in her usual outfit, y’know, with the–” Rex explains, and zig-zags a finger down from his head, mimicking the General’s lekku straps. “–and the leather pants.”

“It’s just a little leg, Anakin, I don’t see what you’re so upset about.”

Oh thank all the stars and little planets. Backup. General Kenobi steps up beside his former Padawan to admire the paint job himself. “Excellent work on her hair, Hardcase,” Kenobi continues, tilting his head.

“Thank you, sir. Run a probe with some white and a little metallic gold through the wet paint, gets it to streak so the shine looks real.”

General Skywalker is starting to do that thing where he puffs up like an angry coppi lizard and splutters furiously while he tries to think of something else to be upset about. He can hear Fives rolling his eyes from the opposite side of the transport. General. Honestly. If you’re trying to keep a relationship secret, openly displaying your klik-wide jealous streak is not how you do it.

“The 212’s is worse, anyway,” Kenobi muses idly, as Hardcase carefully adds the supposedly “very distinctive” freckle high on the Senator’s hip, just below the split in her modified favorite Council dress. Skywalker starts to go wide-eyed at that, because his sabacc face out of genuine combat is complete sleenshit, and startles when his master continues.

“She’s on the 212th transport too?!”

“Of course not, don’t be ridiculous. We can’t have duplicates, that defeats the purpose,” Kenobi says, in that too-reasonable tone he takes on when he’s deliberately fucking with his former Padawan.

“'Cept Master Ti,” Echo yells, from somewhere inside the paneling he and Rex had been working on.

“Except Master Ti, yes,” Kenobi agrees, and shrugs. “But that’s to be expected. Rather like how so many people have that arm tattoo of a heart with the ribbon that says ‘Mom’.”

Rex personally knew of at least eight other clones that had that exact tattoo, though the ribbon was usually striped like Master Ti’s headtails, and nods agreeably. That seems to have sufficiently diverted Skywalker, or at least confused him.

“Then how is it worse?” Skywalker asks, a little desperately, then his face lights up completely with slightly malicious anticipation. “Is it the Duchess?!”

Oh boy. Rex looks up at Hardcase, who is biting down on his paint-splattered fist to keep from laughing, as General Kenobi gets that look.

“Certainly not,” Kenobi says sternly, and waits a full beat to drop his bombshell. “It’s me.”

Skywalker just stares.

“Though I’m reasonably certain Duchess Kryze had something to do with it, given the way I’m half falling out of my robes.”

Now he looks vaguely green.

“Or it’s some perverse joke of Master Windu’s. It seems his style. Cody refuses to tell me.”

And before Skywalker can come up with anything else to protest, Kenobi adds:

“Besides, Senator Amidala loves it. Hers, I mean. I haven’t asked her about mine.”

Apparently even Jedi can choke on air when sufficiently surprised. But really, where did he think they’d gotten the preliminary sketches from?

erinlyndalmartin  asked:

I'd love to see a post on writing Muslim characters. What sociocultural traits might they have that you wouldn't know if you weren't Muslim? I know there are many varieties of Muslim and I know not to make my character a terrorist, but I could use some help with the nuances. Thank you.

While this is a subject we all care about here at FYWH, this is something that falls outside our personal experiences in any way that would even scratch the surface of this topic. I hate to pass the buck, but … let’s get you started on some good starting places. 

[To any of our Muslim followers: See note at end.]

The Writing With Color blog has a lot of resources for you to start with your research. Here’s a list of just some of their resources for Muslim characters/Islam, and you can find more through the search function of the blog. 

It’s good that you recognize that “Muslim” is not a monolithic designation and that Islam has a rich and complex belief set and history. I hope you are able to find a more specific country/culture/generation to hone in on. Once you do that, you should be able to find plenty of reliable texts for the more factual knowledge and history you’ll need. 

To help combat religious illiteracy of all types, including about Islam, Harvard University has launched the Religious Literacy Project; other free resources are listed in this article (check out book rec slide show at the end of the article; more below). 

If contemporary society is your focus, Al-Jazeera has tons of stories, profiles, news, videos, etc… that can help round out your knowledge of the Middle East and the Muslim experience around the world. [They produce content on many topics, not just those relating to the Middle East or Islam, fyi.] 

Nothing will help more than finding a Muslim beta reader, too. Or just someone you can discuss things with as they come up in your writing. I haven’t gone through to see any specifics, but we’ve got links from our tags for beta/prepub help. Like this. This tumblr, tho on hiatus for new content. And help for giving and receiving criticism.

You might want to keep an eye on this project, too: Dinner With Your Muslim Neighbor. There’s one video that’s been made and featured on NBC News, but another is in the works. Real people getting together and getting to know one another.

Here’s a list of not-YA novels that shows just a bit of the breadth of how Muslims live (and have lived in the past) around the globe – though it is one person’s choice of books, just be aware. And here are some YA novels

(Not So) Final Note: I’d be happy to collate suggestions from our Muslim followers, too, for a follow-up post. Resources, experiences with cultural ignorance, good websites, etc … 

– mod Aliya 

A Concept...
  • Ritsu and Reigen bonding over their shared pain from watching Teruki try to
  • flirt with Mob. It gets to the point where they Start Narrating it like it's a sports event.
  • Reigen: And here comes Hanazawa! Again. He gets closer and closer. Could it be? Could he be really trying to make a move?! Mob is smiling, ladies and gentlemen! This could be The Night! But, OH, NO! Hanazawa backed up yet again! *Sigh* seems he's not still in full shape after all...
  • Maybe next time. Stay tunned”
  • “OH! Wait! Hanazawa is still persistent!
  • He just clearly tossed his pen!
  • A classic albeit desperate move!”
  • “Ritsu: Turn your bets on someone else.”
  • Reigen: And intercepted by by Psychic powers.
  • Although that was a fantastic catch by Kageyama.”
  • “But Hanazawa doesn't give up! He's just offered his jacket! Good call and a clear demonstration of quick thinking as no one expected the whether to get this chilly. Let's just hope Kageyama gets a hint this time!”
  • Reigen: "By the look on Kageyama’sface, Hanazawa Missed again.
  • That makes Strike three.
  • He's Out.
  • Ritsu, he had everything going for him. The study date in the park, the snacks, the chilly yet starry night...
  • What do you think happened?"
  • Ritsu: Well you see, My brother is really oblivious."
  • (Thanks to the lovely @azeher for humoring me and playing along. They pretty much did all the funny parts.)

anonymous asked:

You know, I wouldn't be mad at you or anything if you wanted to update your Neighbors AU for old times sake. I can just imagine all the fun times Jamie and Claire have been getting into since we last left them. Really, I would not be mad. Go ahead, it'll be alright. :)

 I really wouldn’t be mad either Anon lol I know you sent this daaays ago, but I’ve been dealing with some stuff and thought I wouldn’t be able to give you much of anything - if anything at all. But I read your ask again today and wrote a little something (apologies in advance if it’s shite, my mind’s not been 100% lately, but I needed the distraction, so thank you for your ask

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.”

Claire stood over Jamie’s immobile form, hands on hips, slowly taking in the situation before her. Jamie looked back up at her with an over-exaggerated innocence, fingers comfortably twined on his chest - the coral paint can lying on it’s side, oozing slowly over the plastic Jamie had put down earlier.

“Jamie, what did I just say not 20 minutes ago?” She asked conversationally.

“That I shouldna be climbing the old rickety ladder till I got it fixed or got a new one,” he replied promptly.


“I climbed the rickety ladder,”


“My weight was too much for one of the rungs and it broke,”


“I slipped.”

“Mmmhmm,” she walked round and sat cross-legged beside him. “And…”

“Dammit, woman! I’ve thrown my back out, happy now!” he huffed indignantly, making her laugh. She began feeling his back gently, making sure he hadn’t slipped a disk or altogether broken something.

“It’s naught but a muscle spasm, Sassenach. Nothing to worry yerself over,” he rubbed her knee reassuringly. She smoothed the hair off his forehead and wiped off a smudge of paint from his chin.

“And how do you suggest we move you, then?” she asked, Jenny and Ian having taken the kids to Edinburgh for the weekend. They were due back that evening.

“We don’t. Ye leave me here - and before ye argue with me Sassenach, all ye have to do is bring me a couple of diazepams, my pillow and blanket, and something to eat. I’ll be alright in a day or two.”

“Bloody fine,” she said with a sigh, knowing arguing was useless. She disappeared then, and after a series of random banging and scraping, Jamie lifted his head a fraction to see Claire dragging their mattress - fresh off their bed - with some difficulty, stubbing her toe as she tried to navigate the tight hallway to the nursery. After a fair bit of colorful cursing and Jamie barking instructions from his vantage point on the floor - “Would you just stop backseat driving and shut it!” Claire had bellowed - she managed to get it alongside her ineffectual husband and it thumped to the ground with a woof that made Jamie’s shirt ride up a little, exposing a sliver of his toned torso - Claire’s gaze lingered a moment longer than she intended. Catching Jamie’s cheeky grin, she blushed and turned her attention once more to the mattress.

After another ten minutes of painful maneuvering, they finally got him - albeit with a leg still trailing off the mattress - lying comfortably, a thin sheen of sweat covering the both of them. “If you can’t come to bed,” Claire said, breathlessly flopping down beside him, “Then the bed shall come to you. You know I wouldn’t be able to sleep knowing you were here on the cold floor, alone.” She turned to him, hand automatically slipping beneath his Tee, her fingers itching to run through his curly hair that peaked just above his jeans, that had slipped down during the move.

“Claire, ye canna possibly…” Jamie said shocked, feeling her hand unbutton his jeans, “I dinna ken what they’ve been teaching in med school, but taking advantage of a poor, injured, defenseless man must be breaking a dozen rules, no?” he sounded genuinely serious, and she would have stopped, had it not been for his hand winding itself suggestively at the nape of her neck.

“Well, if you want me to stop…” she teased, letting her hand fall away slowly.

Dhia no! I just - I dinna think I can be much help in the matter,” he said sheepishly. Claire laughed, propping herself up on her elbow. She looked at him for a long while, fingers playing down his scruffy cheek and jaw, till finally she bent down and kissed him deep and languidly. He moaned against her lips, his tongue seeking hers. He pulled at her top and she quickly caught his meaning, making quick work of undressing herself and then him. He grunted as she eased his shirt off and yanked his jeans and boxers off.

“Doesn’t look like you’re all that helpless to me,” she snorted, admiring the strength of his arousal. Her hand moving inexorably down.

“How long are the kids with Jenny?” Jamie asked, ignoring her teasing.

“Long enough,” Claire replied, moving smoothly above him, and slid home.


Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute

josteninski  asked:

(bc that court one healed me) Prompt: Imagine how happy Neil is (and Andrew even tho he wouldn't show it) when they end up on their first team together after the foxes????

okay i’m just:

  • them moving in together. neil joins andrew’s team and moves into andrew’s apartment, the one that he helped to choose on a long weekend during the hectic process of andrew’s trade. the one where the agent said, “oh, you brought a friend to look with you?” and neil giving her a glare vicious enough to strip paint
  • neil sells pretty much all the furniture from his old apartment because he doesn’t give a shit about it, but he does bring: a collection of kitchen knives that dan gave him as a ‘welcome-to-graduated-life’ present with the caveat that he didn’t cut himself, a small collection of books given to him by his old neighbour who has a taste for sci-fi and dystopia (he thinks andrew will like them), and a large number of photos from the last several years that he covers half a wall with
  • (he looks at them one by one as he takes them down to pack them, smiling a little with the fondness and nostalgia they evoke)
  • andrew picking him up from the airport, meeting him not inside the terminal but out in the parking lot, where they can stand very close and talk for a little while in something that almost feels like a welcome home to neil
  • andrew doesn’t use all the drawers in his dresser, so neil takes half of them for his stuff. he debates buying a second dresser but writes it off as a waste of time
  • he returns: a pair of sweatpants, a pair of sneakers that andrew left last time he was in town, 2 hoodies with minyard on them, and a shirt that he only theoretically returns, seeing as it goes in with the rest of his own clothes. he’s keeping that one
  • he gets in return: 4 pairs of socks that andrew has somehow stolen from him, and a stretched-out t-shirt that he takes to wearing because andrew’s expression gets intense when it gapes to show his collar bones
  • he likes andrew’s bed, but he brings the sheets he bought himself as spares. the second he’s not looking andrew throws them out because they’re shitty quality and he didn’t live this long to have to sleep with sheets that feel vaguely plastic when you lie on them
  • (neil likes andrew’s bed, and he likes andrew in andrew’s bed, and he likes being with andrew in andrew’s bed. except now it’s their bed. a brief break in unpacking (not a long process anyway) is likely made to take advantage of this fact)
  • andrew hasn’t done anything about the interior paint, which is neutral creams and beiges except for the one bright red wall in the living room. on the day neil moves in, andrew comes into said living room to find neil staring at the red wall with a blank expression. he waits him out until he blinks, breathing just a little too fast, and says, “blue?” 
  • andrew nods (he doesn’t care) (he cares about things that put that expression on neil’s face) (they go paint shopping the next weekend and neil ends up with spatters of it in his hair which stubbornly refuse to wash out)
  • just neil finding room for himself in andrew’s space, which is easy!! because andrew is right there making room for him!!!!
  • neil coming out of the bedroom after putting up all his photos and finding andrew on the couch, on his phone, and just. climbing onto the couch and putting his head in andrew’s lap and saying, “now you’re really going to have to work to get rid of me”
  • and andrew saying, “you know i can’t turn down a challenge”
  • except that his fingers are already in neil’s hair, and neil looks up at him with an expression that says you’re not going to get rid of me, all quirked mouth and eyes like goddamned stars, and fuck him if he isn’t right
  • (renee sends housewarming flowers even though andrew has been living there for a year. neither of them know what to do with flowers but neil is willing to do an internet search to find out)
  • (matt emails a bunch of hideous ‘congratulations on your wedding’ e-cards with flowers and ribbons and wedding rings on that neil never ever shows andrew)
  • their first practice together, the coach introduces neil to the entire team as though he has no idea that neil and andrew are together. he actually does know, but he’s the only one, and he has a bet with the defence coach on how long it’s going to take his players to catch on
  • it’s not like they don’t know who neil josten is. they’ve been speculating about his arrival for weeks, since they heard who their new signing was going to be (andrew hasn’t said a word, only glared at someone who asked what it was like to play with the guy in college. the questions died off after that)
  • neil’s exactly what they expected in practice - fast, cool-eyed and sharp-tongued, shorter in real life than he looks on TV, reckless to the point of self-injury. good. scores on andrew and yells “better luck next time, minyard” like an asshole, and somehow doesn’t get a ball to the helmet
  • he’s not quite like what they expected out of it - sticks close to andrew, smiles more sweetly than someone who talks like that should be able to, defers to the coaches. ‘nice’ isn’t the right word for him, but it’s kind of hard to hate him. except when he opens his mouth
  • their team winning, and neil being the only one to approach andrew (the others have well and truly figured out he doesn’t care for the celebration aspect of winning by now), speaking to him with his head bowed and pulling away with a smile over his face. andrew still looks bored, unless you happen to know him well enough
  • (the others don’t figure it out until neil casually refers to the apartment as ‘ours’, and then doesn’t lie when they ask who he lives with, and also clarifies without pause that they aren’t just roommates in a subtle but unmissable way. they’re insufferable for weeks about it, in a good-natured way)
  • (andrew still considers killing all of them. neil included)
  • a few weeks into cohabitation, round 2: neil looking over his shoulder where he’s standing in front of the open fridge and smiling a little - and then pausing at the expression on andrew’s face. saying, shy, “I like being here”
  • andrew saying, “close the fridge. we have an air conditioner”
  • andrew meaning, i like it too

Originally posted by jjilljj

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: HarelyQuinn!Au / Angst

Rated T for mentions of violence, blood, death, brain-washing and mature themes

Word count: 4.6k

Synopsis: The government hired you to cure Kim Taehyung from his madness, yet every time you see him in that damn white room you lose sanity and yourself a bit more.

Author’s note: I should really really thank my lil Rosie and the sweet Mari for supporting me so much! This is dedicated to both of them

part 1 // part 2 // drabble

Twenty-eighth session

A dream you don’t remember you had still haunts your days.

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Use The Spare Bedroom

Summary: Phil starts bringing boys home. Dan starts tweeting song lyrics. 

Word Count: 3436

A/N: List of songs referenced at the end. 

It started one Friday night. Dan was sprawled out on the couch. Laptop up and open to tumblr. He was settled for the night.

Then Phil came out of his room. He was in black jeans and a button up shirt.

‘I’m going out with some friends from uni.’ He announced.

'Oh.’ Dan took a few moments to process the information. 'Since when?’

'About forty-five minutes ago. I got a message and I thought why not?’

'Why not.’ Dan echoed.

'So… I’m not sure how late we’ll be out. Don’t wait up for me.’


Dan didn’t normally get to bed until about 2am on a normal night. He sort of thought he would see Phil come in before he headed off to retire for the night. But at 1.30am when he was heading off there was still no sign of Phil whatsoever.

He was woken up at 3am to the sound of a door slamming.

'Sshh.’ Followed by a giggle. 'My roommate is asleep.’

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  • Blake: *During a trip to Vacuo Team Rwby have decided to spread one night exploring one of Vacuo's most famous cities Los Sega during which the four girls split up, Weiss and Ruby visiting the arcades while Blake and Yang went to multiple clubs and bar. However, the next day Blake woken with a aching pain as she slowly sat up in bed.* Mrrrrr, Ow my head. *The cat faunus groan as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes before opening and instantly becoming aware that she was not at the small hotel to which She and her friend were staying but instead a rather expensive penthouse sweet.* What the? Where?... Where am I?... And Why am I coooOOOH MY-!?! *Blake started to think to her as she looked around and became aware of three things that caused she to begin to shout her thoughts before smacking her mouth shut with her hands. First, aside from her sheet she was naked. Second, She was not the only one naked as her girlfriend laid also naked sleep beside her. And the third and most surprising to the huntress was the blonde cat ears upon Yang's head and, to Blake secret desire, a fluffy cat tail coming from her lovers butt.* Oh my god! Oh My God! What happened last night!? Why does Yang have a tail!? although it does complements her butt and hips very nicely-FORCE BELLADONNA! *Blake shouted to herself inside her mind, blushing as she ran herhands through her hair, only to pause for a moment as her cat ear felt something odd on one of her fingers.* Huh? What's this?.... Oh My god. *Blake quietly said as she stared at her hand, more specifically the golden ring with her girlfriend crest engraved on it around her ring finger.* Is this? It can't be... Can it? *Blake rambled to herself before quickly searching for Yang's hand to find another ring except with her crest engraved upon it.* OH god it is... Yang... YANG! WAKE UP!
  • Yang: Mah!? Huh? Wha? *Yang mumbled, rising up then rolling to her side and tiredly smiling at the site of Blake.* Hey Good morning Blakey. Did you sleep... Uh, Why does my ass hurt?
  • Blake: Yeah Morning to you too love. Yang do you remember ANYTHING from last night Because I think we may have gotten MARRIED? Also, Your butt hurts because you have a tail. *Blake questioned in a panic, taking a moment after to calmly answer her lover.*
  • Yang: *For a moment Yang stared at her panicking girlfriend, blinking twice, before looking at Blake's ring and raising her hand to look at her own, and lastly reaching behind her to take hold of her "tail" and giving it a tug.* Mph. Heh, I guess it wasn't a dream afterall.
  • Yang: Well you see. *Yang started as she moved to sit up, moaning slightly as she removed the tail from her behind causing Blake to blush.* Ah.~ That is going to be sore later. You see after the I think fifth bar we went to we got pretty smashed and you wanted going to this Faunus only club, to which I picked out that I wouldn't be allowed in. However, You got the great idea of making me look like a faunus and we proceed to go to the only store open that had Cat ear which happen to be a sex fetish shop where we got the cat ears. *Yang paused for a moment to feel the top of her head and removed said ears.* These. Anyway, Before we buy them I saw the tail and told you I wanted the tail so you could play with my ass since you love to do that. So we did. We then found a quiet private place, had a quickie which ended with the tail in my butt for the rest of the night as we went to the club you wanted. We drank, had fun, got into a bar fight, started a riot, ran from the cops, hide in a church, Possible dragged race a couple of midgets, I proposed to you, you said yes, bummed into I thought Sun's uncle who happened to be able to marry us, hit the tables at a casino, won like millions, got the honeymoon sweet, and made sweet passionate drunk love til we fell asleep. Aaaand that's about sums it up. Give or take a few times I passed out in between. *Yang said as a matter of fact with a smile. Blake Meanwhile stared at her Wife dumbfounded.*
  • Blake: ... And you remember ALL of that?
  • Yang: Blakey, My Last name may be Xiao-Long Belladonna but I'm still a Branwen. We may do stupid shit while drunk but we remember it all.
  • Blake: ... You... You took my last name?
  • Yang: Yep. *Yang nod with a pop to the "p".* You kinda did the same.
  • Blake: *Blake ran her hand over her face trying to process everything she just heard, muttering to herself how her parents were going to kill her before looking at the wedding ring on her finger once more.* Okay then. So where did we get the rings? Winnings from the money we won?
  • Yang: Actually... No. *Yang stated with pink cheeks.*
  • Blake: No? Yang, from just looking at this I can tell that this are pure gold rings with I think dust in the engraves.
  • Yang: Purple dust in mine. Orange red in yours. *Yang added trying to hide her blush.*
  • Blake: *It only took Blake a second before she realized with a soft gasp how Yang knew the exact details of before rings.* How... How long were you planning on asking me?
  • Yang: For as long as we have been dating. Though honestly, I was going to when and propose to you When we got back to Vale and went to Forever falls. *Yang admitted, unable to look at her wife out of embarrassment until her cheeks were cupped by Blake who lifted her face u to give her a gentle soft yet passionate kiss.*
  • Blake: *After a few minutes as the need for air became to great the two broke apart and Blake smile.* Well we can always have a proper wedding their AFTER you ask my parents for their blessing when explaining how you married their daughter.
  • Yang: *Yang Smiled brightly as she gave Blake another kiss and hugged her.* I am perfectly okay with that and having a blackeye from your dad during our wedding.
  • Blake: Hehehe, We'll wait till it heals but first I need a shower. *Blake said as she hopped out of bed and made her way to the bath room.
  • Yang: *yang meanwhile watch with glee as her naked wife exited the room and flopped back down of the bed as she heard the shower start.* Sigh, I finally married the girl of my dreams. Hehe, I wonder how Weiss and Ruby will react? Eh? *she ponder until she noticed her robotic hand was missing a finger.* What the? I don't remember losing a finger. Sigh< Maybe its around here somewhere. Go thing I got Ruby to put in those homing trackers on my arm. *Yang thought as she pressed a tiny button at the end of her arm when suddenly from the shower.*
  • Yang: SORRY KITTEN!!
  • ~Else where~
  • Ruby: I THINK I'M CLOSE THEN! TELL ME IF YOU SEE ANY PUMKIN PETES! *Ruby shout as she swam through the stuff anaimal she has drunkenly won the night before.*
  • Weiss: I SWEAR THIS IS THE LAST TIME I AM TAKING YOU TO AN ARCADE!... Aw~ a cute plushie Zwei.

anonymous asked:

Hi! I absolutely believe that TPTB wouldn't have added the lines about marriage (specially Jemma's response) if they didn't have plans for that to lead somewhere. So, with the conversation we got about that, how do you imagine the scenario of the FS engagement that I feel is coming during this C arc? I want specifics about what you think is gonna happen regarding that! Live you and everything you do daily for the AOS fandom! You effort is hugely appreciated :)

Hi Anon!

Thank you!

Well, I hope I can do you one better than specific details!   My writing muse has decided to pop in for the first time in weeks.

Jemma could feel her heart pounding in her chest as the base around her shook from another one of Daisy’s powerful blasts.  The shots and shouts from the small tact team they had managed to scrape together after they had come out the Framework.  They were keeping AIDA and the surprisingly alive Superior busy while she went ahead to free the others.   

Jemma spared a moment to verify her next turn in the labyrinth of a facility.   Doctor Radcliffe’s directions hadn’t failed them yet and she could only hope that for once in his life he had done the right thing.  

Three turns later she came to a lab and her legs nearly give out at the sight that greeted her.   Because for the first time since that fateful day at the Superiors Base he was there before her in flesh and blood.  

Her breath hitched in her chest as they all looked to be sleeping peacefully.  Jemma knew it was a lie and the nightmare they were all currently lived in.   Trapped in a world turned upside down where everything they had worked and sacrificed for was gone.   

Jemma wasn’t able to resist, dropping her supplies on the desk and running to Fitz.  Taking his chilled hand in her own and feeling the tears well in her eyes at simply feeling his touch again.  “I’m here Fitz,” she said, kissing his hand and lingering for a moment before she reluctantly let go and returned to the desk to her mission.  

She worked quickly, not wanting them to be in there a moment longer than they had to be.    

Jemma had just started the shut down protocols when Daisy ran in.   

The young Inhuman must have seen the panic in her eyes and responded quickly, “AIDA and The Superior have been handled and are being secured, but I don’t want to be here any longer than necessary.  We don’t know what kinds of surprises she has set up that Radcliffe didn’t know about.” 

Jemma didn’t press for more details and turned back to her work.  Daisy going down the line to check on the others before settling before Coulson.  

With a few more keystrokes she was ready.  She hit enter to start the process and all they could do was wait as they were slowly brought out of it.  Slowly was something Doctor Radcliffe had emphasized.  Pulling them out too quickly after being in for so long would be catastrophic.  

“I’ve initialized the shut down,” Jemma said returning to Fitz’s side, taking his hand once again while interlacing their fingers.  Desperate to feel the slightest bit of movement.  

Every second felt like an eternity and the room shrank down to the two of them.  Jemma ignoring the signs the others were coming around and was wholly focused on Fitz.  And at long last she felt the smallest of movement from his hand and the heart rate on his monitor began to escalate.  The shrill alarm joining the others.

“Come on Fitz, come back to me,” Jemma encouraged her eyes now focused on his own, willing for them to open, to see them looking at her with love and adoration again.  Not the distance and confusion his counterpart had had.  

And as if their link was up and running, his eyes fluttered open.  

Distantly Jemma heard Daisy ordering Elena and the tact team to help the others.  

“Jemma,” Fitz croaked as his weakened body began to fall.  Jemma caught him and eased him to the floor, happily tearing off the Frameworks apparatus now that he was free of its hold.  Mentally she vowed to incinerate it herself when she got the chance.  

Jemma let the tears fall as he pulled her closer, nuzzling into the crook of her neck and his tears soaking her shirt.  Her arms responded in kind, and she pulled him to her as much as she could  Gentle fingers carting through his now longer curls as she assured herself that this was her Fitz safe in her arms.  

Finally Jemma pulled away, the messaged she had promised to deliver to him on the tip of her tongue.  Tenderly she cupped his face and kissed his tears away,  just has she had done what seemed like a lifetime ago at the bottom of the ocean.  Only this time she ended at his lips, giving him a long lingering kiss as he melted into her embrace.   

When they finally pulled away she rested her forehead against his.  

“My answer is yes, Fitz”.

Fitz looked at her confused, his mind still pulling away from the memories the Framework had given him.  And with every passing moment they faded even more, feeling like a dream.  

“Yes?” he questioned.   

“Yes,” Jemma said again with more conviction meeting his eyes once more.  

She watched as the understanding dawned and tears filled his eyes once more.

“Yes,” he said reverently as he brought her hand to his lips, kissing her ring finger.  Sealing their vow and the promise of their future together.  

3rdgymbros  asked:

Hi! I hope it's alright for me to submit a headcanon to you! I have actually realised that all the people that Law has loved dearly/held affection for - Lami, Corazon, and now, Luffy - are all pretty similar personality-wise: Cheerful and happy with smiles that can light up a room. I also like to think that Law might have been a bit prickly around Luffy in the beginning as he realised how similar they were; if Luffy were to die (like Lami and Cora), he wouldn't have been as attached.

Bless this post, I feel pretty much exactly the same.

One of the reasons I can think/hc for why Law went from generally laid back and quite carefree pre-timeskip to very stoic, serious and brooding post-timeskip is to do with his awareness of Luffy’s similarity (especially) to Corazon. 

He risks capture for his Devil Fruit/bounty in general at Marineford to save Luffy “on a whim”. I’ve seen some people argue that he did this ultimately to set up the future alliance, but he was surprised to see Luffy at Punk Hazard - he couldn’t have telegraphed his arrival, or if they were ever gonna meet again, theoretically. Therefore I’ve got it set up in my head that obviously part of saving Luffy was spontaneity, but maybe part of it was seeing that same liveliness and silliness at Sabaody that he saw in Cora ages ago. ;;;;

And then in terms of the alliance hoo boy do I have so many feelings for this ;~;

Law’s constantly saying that it’s strictly for the achievement of a common goal, no need to get friendly, etc etc; this would all imply on a surface level that he probably just doesn’t give a shit about Luffy or his crew in that sense, Caesar and Robin both make comments about betrayal so it all looks very very suspicious at the beginning because I was like oh, that’s a clear allusion that something’s gonna happen in future lmao

But now in my mind…after Dressrosa, after everything Law said about Luffy and his crew - “the Strawhats have worked miracles”, attempting to buy time for them by saying “Strawhat and I are peers!” to Fujitora, trying to indirectly save Luffy from harm by distancing himself when he says “this alliance is over - if you let me out I’ll kill you!” and even leaving the one thing he wanted to attain in Luffy’s hands, saying it’s “down to mugiwara-ya now”. swearing to either see it through with Luffy or die by his side, because he got Luffy into this conflict….I don’t believe for a second that was all said to piss Doflamingo off, it’s a huge show of confidence and respect in him. 

This is all a massive contradiction to his previous attempts to stay away and clearly shows he gives a shit about protecting Luffy. He feels guilt for dragging Luffy into this - as evidenced by how he tells Robin, panicked, that he’s the one who dragged Luffy into it. In my opinion, there’s obviously the instinct for Law to be able to protect someone from Doflamingo, considering how much trauma he went through, but the special allusions to Luffy, dying by his side, leaving his ONE GOAL completely in Luffy’s hands - that really shows how much deeper below the surface it runs and it might just be because he’s found someone stupid and idiotic, someone that fucks up and does impulsive and clumsy things - someone like Cora. This implicit trust he places in Luffy isn’t something the Surgeon of fucking Death shows a lot, yet he’s basically been assimilated into the crew, going along with their traits and whims and general craziness. 

The initial distancing of himself, as well as his attempts to drive Luffy away from the alliance during Dressrosa, in my mind, is an attempt to save Luffy, a very Cora-like figure, from Doflamingo – Law couldn’t protect Corazon, but just maybe he can protect this kid who’s just as carefree and smiling as he was. And then he sees Luffy’s determination to aid him in return, achieving his goal, and his overall happy/pestering/cheerful demeanour around Law; his similarity to Corazon both draws and repels Law because he’s scared of losing Luffy  - whether you like to interpret that as romantic or platonic, that’s a fuckton of sacrifices they’re making for one another. I basically really like the idea that Law is able to change from this sullen, serious man who’s clearly on edge for most of post-timeskip about Doflamingo and Kaido, someone who is literally on almost a suicide mission in Dressrosa, to someone able to engage in silly petty stuff like “i don’t like bread!” and “mugiwara-ya, what about asking me? [about momo joining the alliance, even though he’s fine with it]” - he basically changes into someone who cares about being alive, cares about how his input is seen and his closeness in the alliance w/ Luffy.. Similarly, Luffy literally owes his life to Law [I feel like that’s something people often overlook in their dynamic for some reason…idk maybe it’s just not as acknowledged as much as I’d like].

 In Dressrosa, both times where Law was presumed dead or fatally wounded, Luffy’s initial reaction, dare I say it, was almost on par with Ace’s death. He clenched his jaw so much that his mouth started bleeding. When he shakes Law, his voice is trembling, and when he saves Law from being smashed up by Doflamingo w/ Haki…the look he gives Doffy is just insanely fierce and shows the drive to protect obviously goes both ways. Luffy’s really taken to Law, honestly; the attribution of a silly nickname, seeing his one wish through, saving his life in return…the dynamic they have is so cute and I fully agree it’s because Luffy is inherently on the same level of closeness and trust to Law as Corazon was. qwq

edit: I should also add that if Oda ever writes Law out of the story/makes him betray Luffy or die as a result of betraying Luffy I will be very fucking mad because it will have undone all the subtle nuances his character has developed towards actually liking the Strawhats.

(fuck me that went on for ages. probs makes no sense and goes off tangent a lot oops ;;;;; thank u for prompting me to write a whole novella about this lmfao)

Cause You're My Favorite Hue

All Parts: {x}

Part: 19/?

Pairing: Jamilton

Inspiration: this post and this song

Summary: Black and white was all anyone saw until they touched their soulmate. For some people, color quickly rushed into world and for others, all they ever saw was black and white. Two businessmen, who absolutely hated each other, managed to bump into each other on their way up to their office. Little did either know that their world would erupt in a staccato of color.

Warning: homophobic slurs, cussing

Word Count: 3,576

Dedication: @thenameisnym bc they’re HELLA active

Tags: @randomcakes410, @midnigtartist, @kneel-to-maria, @halpdevon, @wildlittleman, @exadorlion, @lukasspresents, @closestfriendivegot, @celestialqueerfeminist, @schokoobananaa, @cometviolet, @justsmilingandnodding, @lapiamedots, @semoka, @jayceemayy, @kyller-biis, @focusofthememes, @sarcastic-swl-dragon, @starspeckled, @yourapplepiebetterbeworthit, @saturn-sails, @tallish-hobbit, @angelica-eliza-layafette, @sugarshark420, @gunsandshipsandpeggy, @doot-doot-cats, @thatdewdlesperson, @lafbagxette, @hamilton-trash-1, @cutebridge, @siguikinworld, @evil-weasel, @bad-l-ands, @lukadovemcm, @not-spider-man, @thedisneyderp

A/N: Thomas kisses Alexander a lot in this chapter.

“Are we sure that it’s the best idea that we’re letting Maria stay at my house?” Alexander murmured, hopping up on his desk to sit since Thomas was swiveling in Alexander’s chair.

The two were back at work and there was a lot to do.

Since the kids were off, Eliza was taking care of them for most of week. It wasn’t exactly what Alexander wanted, but he could FaceTime Philip and talk to them for a good couple of hours.

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Care For Vampire-Yuma
Mukami Yuma (CV: Suzuki Tatsuhisa)
Care For Vampire-Yuma

Lunatic Parade Yuma Care For Vampire Translation + Audio

Yahoo sinners~! (~‾▿‾)~   I miss translating Yuma, so here I am haha. 

As I said with the previous ones, since Yuma is the only speaker and it acts as a drama, I chose to record the audio and include it to better the experience. It’s about 11min long. I used Yui/You for the action phrases in parenthesis.

(๑・ω-)~♥” Enjooooy~!

-Scene: Black Screen-

(Yuma Walks Into The Room)

Yuma: Ahh… …This is bad. I’m dizzy… …Damn it… …

Haah… …The sweat won’t stop… …Should I take my clothes off… …?

(He Shifts His Clothes; You/Yui Enter With A Towel And A Bowl Of Chilled Water)

Yuma: Idiot, don’t look at me so concerned like that. I’m just a bit worn out here.

Lunar eclipses sure are annoying. Like hell I can do fieldwork in this state… …

(You/Yui Gesture Him To Sit Down)

Yuma: I do feel sluggish, but it’s not something you should worry about… …

(You/Yui Gesture More)

Yuma: Sigh… …Fine. I’ll lie down on the bed for now.

There we go. Stay still.

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So I have a habit of livetexting everything I read/watch to the person who got me into it, and it's generally regarded as quite amusing. My dear friend Mycroft recently got me into Young Wizards, and he suggested that I put one of my livetexts up on Tumblr as my introduction into the fandom. So here goes "Iago reads High Wizardry" (lightly edited to make reading easier).
  • Iago: *picks up High Wizardry* Here we go.
  • Iago: Oh god. Setting up a computer in the nineties. This should be fun.
  • Iago: Dari wearing a Star Wars shirt makes me incredibly happy.
  • Iago: Nita's parents affronted by the fact that Dari can set up the computer without instructions is just perfect.
  • Mycroft: Dairine is the best Star Wars nerd.
  • Iago: She also likes X-Men, which is perfect.
  • Iago: "The sure way to make the world work for you was to know everything. Dairine sat home and busied herself with conquering the world." New favorite character? I think so.
  • Mycroft: I think she became like half the fandom's favorite character at that exact moment. Myself included--I can definitely relate.
  • Iago: *laughs* At least I'm in good company, then.
  • Iago: I hope Dari eventually conquers the world. We couldn't have a better ruler.
  • Mycroft: Amen to THAT.
  • Iago: Oh sweet lord Dari took the Oath we're all toast.
  • Iago: Dari with a lightsaber is a terrifying thought.
  • Iago: Dari's going to have an affinity for computer systems, isn't she?
  • Iago: Awwwww, Nita's upset that Kit didn't notice her new boobs!
  • Mycroft: Also consider this- since Dari took the Oath, she could probably make a lighsaber out of wizardry if she really wanted.
  • Iago: Oh sweet minty Jesus we're fucked.
  • Iago: Oh look, Dari's created a second computer.
  • Mycroft: It's always good to have backups...
  • Iago: It's her Wizard's manual, isn't it?
  • Mycroft: I'm saying nothingggggg.
  • Iago: It's totally her manual. It's fucking taking her to Mars as we speak,
  • Mycroft: Okay yes. That is a thing.
  • Iago: Obviously that means she has an affinity for computers. I'm a writer. i know these things.
  • Iago: It also means that she might have and easier time with wizardry that Kit and Nita, because she just has to command the computer.
  • Mycroft: Brace yourself for the "computer wizard" puns. They're gonna happen.
  • Iago: YUS
  • Iago: How convenient is it that two of the *four* North American Senior Wizards live within relative spitting distance of our main characters?
  • Iago: Wait, puberty gives you more power? Fuck, why wasn't *I* a wizard? That could have made things a hell of a lot easier.
  • Iago: Souls are one to a customer *on this planet*? The hell does that mean?
  • Mycroft: It's a big, weird Universe out there...
  • Iago: Fair play to you.
  • Iago: Ah, the trouble with going to a place about which you know nothing: you find yourself talking to the luggage. I wouldn't be surprised if, at some point, Dari used the wrong verbs and ended up kissing a complete stranger.
  • Iago: Ah, planet-hopping youth. Always expecting something they're familiar with, when someone more experienced would know not to expect anything.
  • Iago: "Tentacled" being used as a way to describe how people get around brings me much joy.
  • Mycroft: SAME. Also, welcome to the Crossings. You'll be seeing a lot of it.
  • Iago: Oh boy. That sounds ominous.
  • Mycroft: Well, I mean it's a popular travel hub.
  • Iago: Fair enough.
  • Iago: Oh my god are those actually dinosaurs.
  • Iago: Holy shit it's like a bloodhound but it's a dinosaur yes good I approve of this.
  • Iago: Oh shit, now she's covering her trail. How the hell are Kit and Nita going to fin her
  • Iago: God, this galaxy sounds beautiful.
  • Iago: Kit and Nita in a "permanent partnership". *waggles eyebrows*
  • Mycroft: INDEED.
  • Mycroft: They're so adorably awkward.
  • Iago: Especially at thirteen and fourteen. This is perfect.
  • Iago: And we're back to Nita considering asking Kit what he thinks about "things".
  • Mycroft: Bless her beautiful relatable awkwardness.
  • Iago: Yes, Tom, tell the magical children to go to major law enforcement authorities. That can't possibly backfire in your face.
  • Iago: planet-sized computer chip = yes good.
  • Mycroft: Wasn't it terrifying when Dairine thought she'd fried her Manual. Stranded in the middle of a distant unexplored planet is not the greatest time for that.
  • Iago: It was too far from the end of the book for her to be dead just yet.
  • Iago: Ah! She's teaching it and everything is beautiful and nothing hurts.
  • Iago: Oo! Dairine's manual is learning, too!
  • Iago: Oh god is she going to make the planet a wizard
  • Mycroft: ...MAYBE
  • Iago: Goody.
  • Mycroft: By the way, you didn't say anything about the Doctor's cameo...
  • Iago: Oh, of *course* that was him. I was wondering why he felt familiar. Which incarnation was that supposed to be?
  • Mycroft: Five. He's Diane Duane's favorite.
  • Iago: Ahhhh. Makes sense why I didn't quite catch it, then. I've never seen a Five story, and I really know very little about him.
  • Iago: oh god it was a *birthing* room?
  • Iago: "Kit, I didn't do it for you 'some'. I did it for you 'pretty much'."
  • Mycroft: YES GOOD JOIN US
  • Iago: Also, That Fucker just blew up a star to kill Kit and Nita. How rude.
  • Mycroftt: Are we calling the Lone Power That Fucker now because I totally approve
  • Iago: We totally can. I figured that capitalizing the first letters of any creative epithet I come up with would get the point across.
  • Mycroft: And it totally did.
  • Iago: Aw, Dairine's making friends with the circuit turtles!
  • Mycroft: With!
  • Iago: Is that its name?
  • Iago: Apparently not. Too bad, that would have been cute.
  • Iago: Gigo's nice, too, though
  • Iago: Mycroft I want a circuit turtle
  • Iago: Oh my god Dairine has just created a new race.
  • Mycroft: YUP
  • Iago: Good lord she *could* take over the world.
  • Mycroft: I would probably support this.
  • Iago: We wouldn't be able to stop her. We probably wouldn't *want* to stop her.
  • Iago: Oh dear god the circuit turtles are going to take over the Universe
  • Mycroft: I think it's more like... reprogramming
  • Iago: They're going to remake the whole damn thing!
  • Iago: I legitimately do not know what the Lone Asshat wants from this encounter.
  • Iago: Oh my god Dari has just used one of my favorite lines.
  • Iago: "You're so full of it that if you had eyes, they'd be brown."
  • Iago: Ah, mental contact. Solves everyone's problems
  • Iago: *flailing* Dari!
  • Iago: Nita and Kit showed up in the nick of time, and honest to god I was waiting for a, "Surprise, bitch."
  • Iago: "One might be intending to cripple or destroy that Power, but there was no need to be rude about it."
  • Iago: AND WHY NOT
  • Iago: RUDE IS FUN
  • Iago: PEACH
  • Iago: *incoherent shrieking*

It’s just a day like any other for Jacob Kowalski. As to say, a perfectly brilliant thing.

Jacob has a routine, for mornings: get up, get dressed (in positively smarter clothes, in his positively more colorful, less crumbling room), walks the three blocks of buzzing New York life to the door of his bakery, and prepare for the first clients of the day. Jacob has spent the small hours of the morning - light but a grey thought along the roofs across the street, one of those suspended moments which lately, for no reason, make him hold his breath in anticipation - making pastries and waffles, donuts and pies, cleaning the shiny coffee machines and making sure his young and carafree clerk didn’t make any mess the night before. He loves every minute of it. He loves every minute of it, and of the following chores too - serving people and busy business men and dainty ladies and kids with a mess of cents and hungry eyes. He talks, laughs, bid good morning and good day, mysteriously forgets to ask the right price from the hungry-eyed kids. And that is it. Jacob finds himself slipping towards afternnon without even realizing it. An absolutely normal day, no surprises, no thrills.

Except for the unexpected clients waiting by his door, of course. 

No, it’s not the blonde lady wandering around his shop like a light-stepped hawk and coming in through the door in a cloud of rushing velvet and rose perfume at exactly seven past nine a.m., seven days a week - the blonde lady who seems to forget every single time what her order is meant to be and who blinded him with the most heart-stopping smile of the world the first time he remembered it for her, and who once touched his arm sendind tendrils of electricty all the way to his core, and who despite dripping warmth like coalesced sunlight sometimes, sometimes watches him with the most desperate eyes-

Err. Anyway, no, it’s not his - the - blonde lady. The figure waiting by his door is a man, a pale, smartly-dressed man with thick black eyebrows and a cane, and has been staring absently at Jacob’s shop window for the best part of ten minutes.

Now, Jacob Kowalski may be a curious man - as his Nana never, ever tired of reminding him - but he knows when to stay quiet and mind his business, and from the mortally focused way he’s staring at the gilded letters of his name the gentleman seems more than able to dig holes in people’s skulls with a single glance. Still. Still, jacob Kowalski has also been in the war - and there’s something sickengly familiar in the minute shaking running through the gentleman’s body, and something that has nothing to do with New York’s Autumn winds. So he finds himself dropping the rag he was lucidare with on the counter, slid around its corner, and going to open the door - keeping his movements slow, cautious, untreathening. Jacob pushes his door open. The gentleman starts, shoulders tensing, a shot of alarm flashing across his face. Jacob stops. Nice and slow, suggests a voice in his mind, British accent like peppermint sprinkles on a cake. Let him come. On his own terms.

“Would you mind a cuppa coffee, mister?” he asks, nice and slow. “Maybe something sweet, too.”

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anonymous asked:

A scenario where the the boy (s,m,t) lover tells them she's a month pregnant (they didn't know she was pregnant)

((I’ll just be doing their reactions, since writing a whole scenario for each boy is a lot.))


He was shocked at first, but after it settled in Shu wasn’t really freaking out about it. It was true he thought children were troublesome and noisy, but he had a feeling he wouldn’t feel that way towards their child. After all, he had faith in his lover, so it shouldn’t be too hard for them to raise a child.

“Looks like we’ll have a kid together...” He’d mumble, totally calm about the situation. Shu wouldn’t leave his lover, he’d be there to support her through it all. Having his own family didn’t seem too bad.


Reiji’s shock couldn’t even compare to the feeling of satisfaction inside of him. He wouldn't tell his lover, but he had been secretly hoping she’d get pregnant. He had always wanted to settle down and have a family, and it was finally happening. 

Alright….We have so much planning to do.” He’d say absentmindedly, looking towards his pregnant lover. “No more junk food or careless acts…you’re carrying my child now so be prepared to for the responsibility.” Even if his words were somewhat harsh, he was truly happy.


Laito could only react normally in his happy-go-lucky attitude. He didn’t exactly know how or what to tell his lover since he never thought he’d become a father…ever. But, seeing how his lover seemed worried, he wanted her to feel reassured that every thing was going to be alright.

Oh~? A baby us, huh? There is no doubt it’ll be cute~!” He’d chime, bringing his lover into a hug. “Don’t stress, you’re going to be a fantastic mother!” Maybe having a kid wouldn’t be bad.


Ayato appeared to be calm on the outside, but he was really having a small breakdown. He wasn’t ready to take on the responsibility of taking care of a child! Even so, Ayato wasn’t going to abandon his lover, how could he when he cared so much? Plus, she was carrying his child now.

He’d turn to his nervous lover and set his hand on her shoulder, hoping to comfort her. “Don’t worry….We have like eight months, right? I’ll become the best dad by the time he or she arrives!” He’d claim, his confidence easing his lover.


Kanato was displeased to say the least. Children were filthy, noisy creatures that gave him a headache. Plus, the little brat would take all of his lovers attention. Kanato wasn’t the fatherly type at all, so it was only natural he’d react this way. On another note, he had no intention of leaving his lover or forcing her to have an abortion.

He’d sigh out, obviously a bit annoyed by the situation. “Well…..I guess there’s no avoiding it. It better not turn out to be a little brat.” He’d tell his lover, thinking over a plan on just how he was gonna put up with a child.


The moment his lover spilled her little secret, Subaru’s pale features rushed over with red. It wasn’t from being flustered though, he was just so shocked. Had he really gotten his lover pregnant? The only one who he really cared about? He felt extremely terrible, implanting his sinister offspring within her delicate body.

He’d take his lovers hand in his own, gently, as he looked up at her with a horrified expression. “You can get an abortion if you want…..I don’t want you to have to go through this….It might kill you…” His worried tone was a shock, but Subaru had his reasons. But his partner seemed extremely happy about it, questioning why she would even think about getting an abortion. “S-So…..You want my…child?” 

The fear of losing his lover was always on his mind, but hearing that she really wanted their child was more than enough to fill his chest with happiness.


Ruki had a nice reaction, honestly, he wasn’t freaking out or expression how happy he was. His laid back attitude about the situation was only because Ruki had already planned for his lover to be pregnant. After having a long night with her without protection, it was rather obvious. Ruki didn’t mind a child, it would actually be nice to be a father, in his mind at least.

That’s good to hear. I knew you could give me happiness, but a family too?” His caring tone was music to his lovers ears, revealing that he really did care about her. Ruki had brought his lover into a small hug, setting his palm gently on her stomach where the start of a new future for them lied.


Yuma was stunned to hear that his lover was pregnant, but he wasn’t angry or displeased at all. Sure he’d have to learn a whole lot of troublesome things on how to properly care for a child, but heck, that didn’t really matter to him.

He’d pull his lover into a gently hug, his cheeks faintly pink from the glee he felt. “Haah….Imma make sure to spoil it. I jus’ hope you’re ready to get kicks from hell…” His tone held an amused happiness, delighted he was going to get his own little family. “I hope ya know…we ain’t stoppin’ after jus’ one.


Kou had a similar reaction to Laitos’, he didn’t exactly know how to feel about the situation. He felt as if he should be happy, but than again, wouldn’t a child only stop him from doing things freely? It was a responsibility he would have rather avoided until later, but it was happening now. Kou knew he was going to have to step up and be a father for the sake of his lover.

How unexpected….Oh well! Now I can decorate a room for it! I wonder what gender it’ll be…? A girl would be nice but so would a boy!” Kou’s constant babbling was able to ease his lovers emotions, it was going to be rough…but they both knew they would be able to raise their child with love despite its unplanned existence.  


Azusa didn’t exactly understand the situation right off the back, wondering if his lover was only trying to hint at wanting a child. After some explaining though, Azusa was speechless. A baby? Now? Was he even cut out to be a father? Did he even deserve a family? Many thoughts ran through his mind as he stayed silent, soon realizing that he was probably giving off a bad reaction towards his lover.

W-Well….I guess this….is good..right? We can…finally start a family…..I just hope….it won’t hate me…” After saying this, Azusa would take his lover in his arms, having a feeling that the next eight months would fly by and his child would be here.


Carla’s silence would have gave anyone a fright as he thought over the situation he was. A baby wouldn’t be bad for him since he’d be able to have a guaranteed offspring to take over his role as the First Blood King. Though, he had many things to fear about this child. It could possibly kill his lover for one, but it could also develop the Endzeit virus from having his pure blood. The virus could easily kill the infant and it would be born. Carla didn’t want his lover to have to watch their baby slowly die. But abortion was not an option, at all.

“Hopefully you’re ready to raise a child of mine. It’s not going to be easy.” Carla wouldn’t tell his lover about the risks since they could all be avoided. It was honestly up to fate as to what would happen. In the end, Carla was secretly pleased that his lover was pregnant. 


He was a bit hesitant at giving a reaction, but he seemed to be content about the situation. Shin honestly had no clue about how much work it would be to raise a child, but the thought of spoiling his lover and their child, then getting spoiled in return was enough to help his mind be upbeat about it. 

Oh, how sudden. I bet you’ve been waiting for this happen though, right? You get to carry my child, it’s an honor, so make sure to keep yourself in good health! I wonder if it’ll be able to transform into a wolf too…that’ll be so damn cool..” His hopes were up now, he was expecting to have an amazing child with his lover.

The Signs
  • Just some things about the signs that are purely based off the people in my life.
  • Aries: You truly are such a caring person but your inability to think before you act causes people to constantly leave you. And your pride. You want to have a good time and enjoy things with others but your actions constantly get in the way of that. You have a deep loyalty and love for the ones you love.
  • Taurus: I know so many Taurus and all of them are so fucking chill and hilarious. Very talented people that have such a natural beauty to them. They have this ethereal aroma that makes their simplicity so inviting. Most def the animal lovers of the Zodiac. Yes, they're stubborn but their loyalty always assures me that they'll have my back no matter what. Every girl Taurus i know are absolutely gorgeous and extremely adamant about nutrition and fitness. Every male Taurus i know are amazing cooks and have the best sense of humor. I know a lot of Taurus that are stoners tbh.
  • Gemini: Every Gemini i know, i've met through partying. They are a hella good time and always just want to dance. I sometimes have an urge to punch you because of some of the things you say, but you quickly make me forget about it by showing me what good fun you are. You're extremely easy to talk to and never run out of conversation topics. Your also probably some of the best multi-taskers i know.
  • Cancer: You're so loving and compassionate. Every time i come over to your house all you want to do is make me a drink or food and take care of me. You have a nurturers soul which i think is beautiful. Although, one little thing a person does can flip you over and you often become blind to rational thought. You love and care for your family and all you consider your family so deeply. You just want to give unconditional love and be loved unconditionally.
  • Leo: You have a such a creative hand and are multitalented. I love it when you paint because it's one of the few moments where you're completely at peace and have a patience that only comes out through your art brushes. You're such a beautiful person that often lets their pride get in the way of many things. You truly care deeply about all your loved ones, you often get very protective over them. You're often extremely protective over me. You have a very large and dominate personality that i love to be around because you carry this energy that can make anything fun and exciting.
  • Virgo: You never give yourself enough credit for everything you do. You come off as an arrogant asshole to people that don't know you very well or people you don't care to get to know, but you're one of the most caring people i know. You can't help but live in your head, but I know you'd do anything to sooth the wars in mine. You're such a dork and one of the smartest people i know, i fear getting in debates with you because i KNOW you'll out word me. Pretty sure you read the dictionary as a baby. You're an exquisite soul that's fallen on hard times and i still think the world of you.
  • Libra: You're often too passive and that leads you to randomly snap at people and it hurts you. You try to avoid hurting the people you love so the thought of still doing so, breaks you. You have such a black sense of humor that people are often unaware that you're insulting them. You truly are a sweetheart inside and out but also posses a mischievous aggression that slips out here and there. You have such an alluring charm that has the people around you falling in love with you. You're aware of everything you do, but like to play oblivious.
  • Scorpio: The intensity of a Scorpio is like no other. Your one of the sweetest people i know, but if anything goes sour you can turn into the Devil in less than a minute. I've never had a friend care about me as much as you do, at times it's almost suffocating but i wouldn't want you any other way. You have a way of making me feel like an incredibly special person and for some reason your approval means the most to me. By saying or doing one thing you can anyone feel like they're ready to take on the world.
  • Sagittarius: Your honesty is appreciated but not always wanted. You're fucking hilarious and always know how to turn any situation into a party. Our one-on-one conversations are my favorite because you posses such great perspective that i love learning from and although you can't ALWAYS remain optimistic, you try your damn hardest to. I do wish you had more patience with people and could empathize more. But i'll tell you what... our adventures are some of the craziest stories and without you(the Sags in my life), i would't have experienced so many intoxicating walks of life.
  • Capricorn: Your determination is something i've always been envious of. Your will to succeed is something i've only dreamt of. You have such a bright and light personality with a cold sense of humor that i enjoy. There's this familiarity between us that picks up right where we left off every time we hang out and i think thats significant. You're weird af and i love it, i love that we've always been able to be weird and act like little kids around each other. At times, i do wish you could open your mind a more understand where another is coming from.
  • Aquarius: I love talking to you. Our conversations have incredible depth and you always intellectually stimulate me. You're far more sensitive than people think you are. You do so much for everyone all the time, your the one person i always call when i'm in trouble and you ALWAYS come and rescue me. You can't rest for longer than an hour, you have to always have to be doing something. I love it when you start inventing and making gadgets because you get so excited to show everyone your new creation. You're probably the craftiest person i know and you have the best sense of humor. You also have a lot of fucking friends.
  • Pisces: Your emotions are so deep and intense that sometimes it's hard for you to function. You care so much about your loved ones that you often carry their pain onto you. You're the cutest little button bunny and i just want to hug you all the time. You listen to me endlessly, i'll follow you around rambling nonsense and you don't even care. You're so dazed and oblivious, often in your own world coming up with new ideas for your writings or thinking about all the romance novels you read. You'd do absolutely anything to see me smile. I never want you to cry and i swear when i'm graduated from college and become rich and famous, i'm going to buy you a gigantic palace for you and dad to live in.