which is the worst day in history because i was born

An Open Letter to Non-Vaxxers:

Tonight, while enjoying a nice dinner, I got a call from the director of my son’s preschool. She was calling to tell me that they had made the decision to put my son in a different class because two children in the class he was supposed to be in have “opted out” of their vaccines. This may not sound like a big thing. He is still in the Tuesday-Thursday class, and since he doesn’t start school until next Tuesday, it’s not like he has to get readjusted to a whole new class. No harm, no foul. Actually, this is a big deal–a very big deal. You see, my son is immunocompromised. He has cancer. He was fully vaccinated and supporting the whole “herd immunity” thing before his cancer diagnosis, but that darn chemo wiped out his immunity to the communicable diseases against which he had already been vaccinated.

So, parents who choose to not vaccinate because you feel it’s the “right choice for your family”, I would like to thank you. Thank you for adding yet another worry to my plate and my husband’s plate. You see, we already worry about a lot–it’s an unfortunate part of your child having cancer–you worry every night. On top of worrying about things like relapse, organ toxicity brought on by chemo, debilitating late effects of chemo, secondary cancers brought on by chemo, the mental effects of having more than three years of painful treatment, we now get to worry about, of all things, measles. And mumps. And whooping cough. And chicken pox.

Let me explain something about having a child with cancer to you: everything is robbed from your child in some form or another. Friends, Halloween, Christmas, play dates, school. It’s all taken away at some point or another and in some form or another because we have to protect our children from germs, because if they catch the wrong germs during the worst part of treatment, they can die. My son was isolated from everyone except immediate family for an entire year. For parents whose children are going through chemo, the decision to send them to school is a momentous one. It requires a leap of faith and trust in the surrounding community, in your child’s teachers and administrators, and in the families sending their children to school. It requires herd immunity. Now, even though my son is now in a different class than your unvaccinated children, I get to worry about him using the communal bathroom, the playground, and even walking around the halls with them. If there is an outbreak of measles in, say, Austin this winter, I won’t know if you have relatives in Austin and went to go see those relatives for Uncle Bobby’s birthday. I won’t know if your child was exposed to measles at the Austin Chuck-E-Cheese and then showed up at school on Tuesday. Oh, I’m sure you’ll do your due diligence and call the school to inform everyone that your child has come down with a case of the measles once it appears, but, the damage is done–the exposure to my immunocompromised child has already happened. It’s too late. Your choice just earned him a ticket to the hospital. Your choice just earned him a lot of shots and more toxic drugs in the desperate effort to stave off whatever disease your unvaccinated child passed to him. If, God forbid, he does come down with that disease, your choice just earned him a trip to the Pediatric ICU for a while–days, maybe weeks. Your choice may cost us our son. Who knows–it depends on how his already stressed body handles everything.

People like to say that in choosing to not vaccinate, they are making the “best choice for their family”, and that, after all, their children are the ones at risk, not other people’s children. No, sorry, you’re wrong. Choosing to home school is a choice that is made in the best interest of a family–it impacts nobody but your family. Choosing to eat all organic and locally grown food is a choice that impacts nobody but your family. For that matter, choosing to eat nothing but fast food and frozen meals is a choice that impacts nobody but your family. Choosing to not vaccinate impacts my family and my immunocompromised son. It impacts the teacher who is pregnant and teaching your non-vaccinated child. It impacts the man going through chemo who happened to be behind you in the grocery store when your unvaccinated child sneezed. It impacts the mom next to you at the pick up line at school who is on immunosuppressive drugs for her rheumatoid arthritis and who is bending down to hug her child just as your unvaccinated child coughs. Your “choice” has repercussions for your community.

Part of the cost of living in a first world country is that you have to do things that support the community in which you live. You pay taxes to pay for the police that respond to your 911 calls, to pay for the teachers who teach your children, and to pay for roads to be plowed and paved. You obey traffic laws to ensure an orderly flow of traffic. You don’t shout “fire” in a crowded theater because to do so would cause pandemonium and chaos. Sometimes, to live in a place with the privileges we enjoy here in America, you suck it up and do things you don’t want to do because it’s for the communal good. If everyone chose otherwise, we would not be a first world country. We would be a country without laws, roads, and schools. We would be a country overrun with disease. Your responsibility to your community is to vaccinate your child. The number of people who actually, literally, physically can’t have vaccines is extraordinarily small. The number of people who choose to not vaccinate is not–it’s growing. These people cite a vague unease about the number of vaccines a child gets or statistics they learned from Internet memes on autism. They confess conspiracy theories about Big Pharma and how it’s all a ploy to get doctors and pharmacists rich. They share anecdotes of a college friend’s neighbor’s son who got so sick from his vaccine he was hospitalized. They say their child got incredibly sick from the one round of vaccines he or she got at his 2 month visit, and they said they’re not vaccinating anymore. Guess what–if your child is sitting here today, talking, walking, eating, laughing, playing, and learning, he or she wasn’t that ill from the vaccine. He or she got a fever and reacted to the vaccine–it doesn’t mean they had an “adverse” reaction.

I am horrified, non-vaxxers, that you are so quick to forget the lessons of history. You’re spoiled and selfish because you have never seen the horrors of a society in which vaccines are not available. Perhaps you should talk to my mother about her neighbor growing up–the one who contracted German measles while pregnant with her third child. That third child was born deaf and with brain damage, thanks to his mother catching that communicable–and now preventable–disease while pregnant. Perhaps you should talk to anyone over the age of 60 about what it was like when polio was around–how nobody was allowed to go swimming or use public drinking fountains for fear of catching that dreaded–and now preventable–disease. Perhaps you should talk to the parents of a child with cancer whose daughter spent a month in the Pediatric ICU during treatment because she caught chicken pox–a preventable disease–from an unvaccinated classmate. Perhaps you should take a trip to a third world country and explain to them why they should not be lining up in droves to get their children vaccinated by the Red Cross or other relief organizations. Perhaps, better yet, you should keep your children out of school.

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Format: Scripted limited series.

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Lily + Remus
  • Ultimate brotp, no one can convince me that they were more than platonic 
  • The first night, none of the other boys take notice of Remus because he is so quiet. He is the first one up in the morning, an early riser like Lily.
  • At six in the morning, at breakfast, Lily sees him and approaches him with a giant grin that is so like her. “Someone else who is up at the crack of dawn,” she says. 
  • They go out to explore the grounds together
  • In fact, early morning walks are their specialty. This knowledge of mapping out the grounds comes in handy when making the Marauders Map (unbeknownst to Lily)
  • Remus, new in first year, is the only person from the class other than Lily who has read his textbooks. In Transfiguration, Lily and him earn Gryffindor twenty points the first day.
  • Lily and him become study partners before he becomes friends with the other Marauders. She is there for him “when no one else was”. 
  • She begins to take notice of the days he’s gone. 
  • She realizes what he is, but never confronts him. She knows he is still Remus.
  • In second year, when the Marauders figure it out, Remus runs away, hiding. She is the one who convinces him to go back, because she could see the “beauty in others that they didn’t see themselves.”
  • In third year, James starts to like her. (“Moony, mention my name, please when you study”)
  • Later that evening, Remus and Lily discuss Cheering Charms, “Did you know, James is so good at charms,” he says. She raises her eyebrows.
  • “James is great with flobberworms.” When doing their care of magical creatures essay.
  • Because Remus is the number one Jily shipper.
  • Fourth year, she sees Remus staring at Sirius’ hair. She grins to herself. The next day, Sirius’ hair is braided and she sees Remus blush terribly and she laughs. 
  • Remus turns around and he knows that she knows. Thus start her and James’ awful plans to get “Wolfstar” together. (”Potter, let’s just drop Amortenia on Black’s Head”)
  • Remus making them fail on purpose so she and James get more time together. (“Sorry, Lily, I accidentally messed up all my lines.”)
  • During fifth year, they were the best team of prefects. Although Lily disapproves that Remus would not argue with his friends, she did not blame him for it.
  • Fifth year, during O.W.L season, Remus and Lily were the ones calming everyone down.
  • Sixth year, they are the ones recklessly tossing aside their exams because they needed to protest the new ministry laws.
  • During the Prank, Lily convinced Remus to forgive Sirius. She also went to Sirius and punched him in the face during breakfast, tbhus earning her detention for the first time. (”Evans, will you marry me?” James Potter laughs for the first time in five days.)
  • Seventh year, when Lily warms up to James, this time it is Remus and Sirius who start hatching plans.
  • When she starts going out with him, Remus hugs James and whispers cheerfully, “I love you and everything mate, but don’t hurt her, or Moony will rip you to shreds.”
  • After school, they all rent out a flat together. He and Sirius organize the bachelor party.
  • During the wedding, Remus makes sure that Sirius doesn’t get too drunk, and cuts at least 35 deer puns out of the Best Man’s Speech. (”I think 64 is enough, don’t you think, Pads?”) 
  • That is the last night he remembers them being all together.
  • He can’t be there when Harry is born because of the full moon, but Lily brages into his room the next day and makes him hold Harry. (”You’re his Uncle Moony,” she says, laughing. “We can’t leave you.”)
  • Which is why it is sad when they have to part, James and Lily and Harry going into hiding.
  • He goes undercover to the werewolves, and Sirius begins to think he is the spy
  • On Halloween night, he hears what has happened when he is for the first time, not undercover. It was going to be a relatively quiet night free of stress and worry.
  • Now he has no worries, because his worst worries have come true. He rushes to the dilapidated house.
  • His mind is blank as he realizes all that happened. It keeps playing in his kind ovr and over and over again. Sirius laughing manically, much like he used to when there were worms coming out of the Slytherins’ ears. Now muggles were bleeding. revulsion and guilt fill him, because he misses Sirius, but Sirius has killed James. James, the good one, the loyal one, the steady one.
  • He sees James crooked glasses in the coffin and remembers fondly when James fell asleep in History of Magic while staring at Lily when he used to stare at her.
  • He sees his long arms, lifeless, and remembers when  they held him up after the full moon.
  • He stares blankly at Lily, the most of all. Her radiant hair and dazzling eyes (apparently Harry Potter’s eyes), closed forever. Her kind smile that she would never smile again. Her anger that would never be roused again. 
  • But when he looks into the face of Harry Potter, the first thought that comes to his mind is James.
  • But he looks into those dazzling eyes, of one of his best friends, his dearest friends, he cannot bear it and needs to go out of the carriage.
  • Because one upon a time, Lily and Remus were the dearest of friends.
YOI Fan Rec Friday

Thanks for all the recs this week! Remider to send in your recs before Friday and to check my guidelines before sending me your rec! Thank you!

Rec’d by anonymous:
a constant satellite by sixpences, Teen, 6k
Victor’s been in a constant state of falling since Sochi, and with his return to Russian soil for the Rostelecom Cup looming, everyone needs to know.

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Rec’d anonymous:
Sympathy for the Devil by Mythmaker, Mature, 17k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki lost his dog, lost his ability to place higher than 6th at the Sochi Grand Prix final, and lost his pride when Viktor Nikiforov didn’t know who he was. After the night of the banquet, he also loses something else. Something kind of important. Something like his mortality.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Of Dahlias and Deadlines by ingthing, Gen, 55k (WIP)
All Victor wants is to get dahlias for Khloe and Brad’s wedding in under 24 hours. Hope comes in the form of the little family florist in his neighborhood and the quiet smiles of one Katsuki Yuuri.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
properly by Vitali (exocara), Teen, 3.8k
Yuuri’s gaze snaps to Viktor and he sees that Viktor is watching the proposal with a small, wistful smile on his mouth and slightly shining eyes. Yuuri can read the longing in them and that is the moment that he realizes:He never actually proposed to Viktor.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Ties That Bind by QueBae, Teen, 31k (WIP)
The first time Viktor saw Yuri Plisetsky was by pure chance at a private rink in Moscow, skating for his dedushka. He thought they would never meet again but it seemed he was lucky in life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Once You Go Greek by Defiant-Dreams (baterina_1234), Mature, 16k (WIP)
A fraternity fic wherein Yuuri and Viktor are in rival frats, but they fall in love anyway.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
The Return of the Little Piggy by JMonCheri, Mature, 28k (WIP)
Everybody had their regrets in college. For the students, it was making fun of Katsuki Yuuri. For Yuuri, it was letting himself become too stupid. For Viktor, it was not doing anything.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Sleepless in St. Petersburg by colorblindly, Teen, 1k
Yuri has some trouble falling asleep, and it might be because of a certain couple who are very much in love.

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Rec’d by @omgkatsudonplease :
Just Hold On (We’re Going Home) by kiaronna, Mature, 23k
Where Yuuri remembers the banquet, Viktor forgets, and Yakov Feltsman has his own plans.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
We Dem Boyz by Pocki_Ryugazaki, Mature, 24k (WIP)
This follows the story of them while they were in Detroit. The boys need some extra cash for their own personal reasons and decide to work at a strip club (thanks to Yuri).

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Rec’d by anonymous:
On (Online and Offline) Love by AlexWSpark, Teen, 17k (WIP)
In which Yuuri and Victor are gamers, head over heels for each other, and hoping to one day meet in person. Of course, when a whipped idiot and adorable fluff-ball are involved, shenanigans ensue…

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Red and Green by Jesse_Rae, Not Rated, 4.1k
Victor was a pure-blood, famous Gryffindor and Yuuri was a muggle-born Slytherin. Yet somehow, they could make red and green work.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
It’s About Love and a Lack of Conversation by Nolifefound, Gen, 11k (WIP)
Yuuri Katsuki’s last season was average, nothing more or less. He was still training in Detroit, still living with his rink-mate and best friend Phichit, still admiring his idol Victor Nikiforov from afar when a series of weddings in the figure skating world slowly, but surely changes his life.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Caught in Eros by Sunsoara, Explicit, 30k (WIP)
Yuuri and Victor’s relationship has grown into something beyond coach and student, beyond friends, and into something wonderful. Yet no one knows the depth of their love for each other - until now!

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Rec’d by @ever-so-nice :
This Conversation by RedTwice, Teen, 35k (WIP)
Christophe joins Yuuri in Detroit, and leads Yuuri down a six-year-long path of self-discovery.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Blood In The Water series by Mhalachai, Mature, 73k (WIP)
For years, Yuuri had heard people say Viktor’s skating was otherworldly. He never thought they were being literal.

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Rec’d by @buddhistmamaduck:
The Power of Love by kiaronna, Teen, 19k (WIP)
Yuuko and Yuuri dominate the singles skating competition as Japan’s power couple—except they aren’t a couple, and when their old skating idol stumbles into their personal life, everything rapidly goes downhill.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Bright Star; by c000kiesandcream, Gen, 8.9k (WIP) ***Major character death
Though my soul may set in darkness, it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
anarchy for sale! t-shirts only ten dollars by KatsukiYuurisTrophyHusband (spookyfoot), Teen, 4.1k
Because the universe is somehow both cruel and indifferent, Yuuri sees Victor again two days later in the lobby of his ballet studio. He’s just finished his advanced pointe workshop. His hair is plastered to his forehead with sweat, he’s painted with a full body flush, and he’s wearing a shirt Phichit custom ordered that says “Tastier Than Katsudon” in screaming neon orange.
“Hi Yuuri!” Victor’s beaming and blocking his only exit.

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Rec’d by @burningphoenixwings :
If It’s You by Kiranokira, Explicit, 14k
Yuri turns and brandishes a damp sock at them. “Don’t let him sweet talk you into doing porn,” he tells Yuuri. Then he grimaces and mutters to himself in Russian, “I can’t believe my life has reached the point that I have to say things like this.”

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Rec’d by anonymous:
As The Ocean Blooms by luni, Teen, 40k
It started with Yuuri’s unmarked skin, and anger making his blood boil.
Then comes Viktor, and he dreams of the ocean, swallowing him up.

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Rec’d by @bluelup28:
To Boldly Go by xylophones, Teen, 21k (WIP)
A year in the life of badass science officer Yuuri Katsuki, Captain Viktor “Team Mom” Nikiforov, and simultaneously the best crew and worst crew in Starfleet history.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Yuuri Enchanted by the__magpie, Teen, 51k (WIP)
At birth, Yuuri Katsuki was given the gift of obedience, although he quickly learns as he grows up that it is a curse. He has to obey any command given to him, even if it puts him or others in danger. Too afraid to face the terrifying outside world, Yuuri stays in his home town of Hasetsu, until a chance encounter with Prince Victor urges him to venture outside of his safe bubble. Determined to break his curse, Yuuri begins on an adventure involving fairies, ogres, true love, and courage he never knew he had.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
A wager most simple by astralelegies, Teen, 7.1k
In which Yuuri and Yuuko make a bet involving a certain high school heartthrob, and Phichit is there to Instagram it along the way.

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Rec’d by anonymous:
Snow Globe by aim7art, Gen, 1.9k
Yuuri is only a plastic figure inside a snow globe, forced to only be a spectator on a shelf as Viktor grows up. But it soon becomes not enough for him, and he wishes he could do more for the cheerful boy who grows into a lonely man.


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3, 30, 300 [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Summary: A new phase of your life begins as you move to an apartment in New York with an unknown roommate.

Word Count: 2,568

Warnings: None, maybe one ot two curse words?

Author’s notes: Wow, I’ve been with so many things in the works between college, collabs and personal matters that I didn’t even see time fly. This is the first thing I’ve written by myself in probably months, so I apologize in advance if I’m a little rusty. This is pure fluff and an adaptation of a story I wrote for my crative writing class, so… I hope you guys like it!

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“Sorry, I didn’t-” your hands touched and the blush on your face became even more evident.

“No, it’s okay. Take it.” Lin’s smile was genuine, and you took the knife without saying a word. The both of you ate in silence, the cutlery against the ceramic plates being the only sound in the small kitchen and neither knowing how the dynamic between you worked.

Well, it was the first time you were sharing an apartment with a stranger, afterall.

You blamed the big city, the fear of conquering the concrete jungle without anyone to go to if needed. Online adverts about sharing an apartment in New York City brought you and Lin-Manuel together, both not knowing what each other looked like until only a few hours earlier, your moving trucks competing for a parking spot in front of the old building.

The two bedrooms were smaller than they looked like in the advert, which was already pretty small. When seeing the amount of boxes you unloaded, Lin gave up the bigger bedroom in exchange for you letting him place his piano in the cramped living room: you were unsure of how many nights you wouldn’t be able to sleep because of the instrument, but your initial bet was ‘many’.

You were right.

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Fic Rec Days, Day 3: Yuri!!! on Ice

These fics were born to make history your night!

Victuri One Shots
a certain playboy by @wbtrashking
Summary: @v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥

There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.

Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?

Comments: A well-written and very amusing AU in which Yuuri not only retires but doesn’t skate “Stay Close to Me” to Yuko that fateful day. And yet Victor still finds his life-and-love-giving beauty.


Cute Young Man Yo Who The F Is This? by TheSecretUchiha
Summary: Chris gives Yuuri Viktor’s number.

He just doesn’t tell him it’s Viktor’s…

“If you want a kiss, I’ll give you one when you get here.”

“Hahaha, not from you. Thanks though Chris.”

Viktor stares at the message in confusion.

Chris.

Chris?

Wait, what?

Comments: A funny AU in which Chris plays matchmaker between Yuuri and Victor before the Grand Prix Final from episode 1…by being a sneaky son of a bitch. XD


on top of the world by @ladydaredevil
Summary:  In which Victor doesn’t believe in secret identities, Yuuri’s not quite sure how any of this happened and together, they fight crime! (Also the supervillain community as a whole is pretty harmless.)

Comments: This superhero!AU was hilarious, especially the part where Chris fights in his underwear (no, I’m not making that up!). And the high concentrations of sweetness was right up my alley for once.


Breathe In, Breathe out by @blessedburial
Summary: Yuuri was never one to talk to people about his feelings- or his anxiety for that matter. He always hid away in his bathroom when the attacks came, but this time he has a panic attack on the ice and Viktor must step up to take care of him.

Comments: A sweet hurt/comfort fic in which Victor helps Yuuri through an anxiety attack. (TW: panic/anxiety attack).


The Scrapbook by @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon
Summary: Mama Hiroko has just given Victor the goldmine of Katsuki Yuuri photos!

Comments: Domestic dorkiness that you can’t help but laugh at and love.


Skin Deep by @selenaestella
Summary: Viktor really, really doesn’t want to go out like this. Or do much of anything, in fact. Luckily, Yuuri is there to keep him company.

Comments: Cute one-shot–with little bits of humor (Victor, you’re so extra sometimes XD)–where Yuuri comforts Victor during an eczema breakout.


Multi-Chapter Fics
It Doesn’t Have To Be a Lie by Recesskup
Summary: Yuuri is not outgoing. That’s why when Phichit supplies Viktor as his fake boyfriend he’s bringing home for Christmas he nearly dies on the spot. And in all honesty, he’s not quite sure how he managed to convince Viktor Nikiforov to play the role of his pretend boyfriend. And he’s even more at a loss for words when he remembers he has to go along with this for two weeks.

Or- The pretend relationship AU where Yuuri is a shy Dance Major and Viktor is the attractive, outgoing Art/Photography Major and Phichit is the worst wingman ever.

Comments: This is such a sweet fic with bits of angst and humor. And of course, pining dorks.


i see quiet nights poured over ice by @ohhotlamb
Summary: He’s a despicable man, but what he offers is the truth. I’ll make you a winner, he says. And he knows—

This is one thing that Yuuri can’t refuse.

Comments: AU in which Victor really is the infamous playboy and thinks that Yuuri will be just another conquest–until he catches feels, that is. Now, I never, ever enjoy stories involving playboys, but man is this a good read/twist.


By Fate’s Side by @megalohdon  
Summary: Yuuri Katsuki is 23 years old and in the prime of his choreography career, when a sudden poor performance by one of the skaters who contracted him causes them to subsequently retire all together and drag him into a grey mass of uncertainty. Taking a day off for himself, Yuuri takes to Ice Castle Hasetsu for some quality relaxation time, and manages to spark the curiosity of Viktor Nikiforov himself after performing his own rendition of “Stay Close to Me”. The skater is drawn in, but will the dancer so easily be swayed by his proposal? Only time, determination, and a lot of work will tell.

Comments: I just love it when fic writers switch up the dynamic between Yuuri and Victor, and choreographer! Yuuri AU is no exception. There’s only been two chapters so far, but I’m really intrigued as to how Yuuri’s bet with Victor will play out.


Melodies Unheard, but Felt All The Same by @helly-watermelonsmellinfellon
Summary: Yuuri wanted to make history as the first deaf man to win the Grand Prix Final. Of course he’s a little skeptical of Victor Nikiforov’s presence, especially considering the reactions from others who have learned about his lack of hearing.But Victor proves to be different, and Yuuri appreciates that. Now all that’s left is to tell the figure skating world about it.

Comments: It’s not every day I come across a disability AU, and certainly not one as well-written and researched as this. I love how the writer just molds the story–and the characters–into something unique and their own.


Love Doesn’t Discriminate, Between the Winners and the Fakes, It Skates and It Skates and It Skates by TheSecretUchiha
Summary: And we keep winning anyway, we laugh and we cry and we break and we accidentally swap bodies with Viktor Nikiforov just before he performs.(The soul mate body swap AU)

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Yuuri opens his eyes and there’s an angry man speaking Russian at him and a crowd of expectant fans waiting for a performance by the best skater in the world.

Phichit is going to love this one.

Comments: This–from Victor comforting Yuuri on several occasions to accidentally making him a meme (and Phichit capitalizing on said meme, ‘cause you know he would)–is such a sweet and hilarious soulmate AU, and I can’t wait to read more.


Poster Child by @lesbianmilababicheva
Summary: Since Yuuri was a child, he dreamed of headlining a show beside his idol Victor Nikiforov. When Victor suddenly leaves the scene to become a fashion designer he thinks those dreams are dead…until he asks Yuuri to become not only his muse but his star model.

Comments: There’s been only one chapter so far, but I’m liking what I’m seeing from this fashion designer/model AU! Plus, it has ChubbyModel! Yuuri, so how can I resist?

Non-Victuri Fics
Accidents by @onceandalwaysenglishmajor
Pairing: Leo x Guang Hong (Leoji)
Summary: Guang-Hong: About a week ago I accidentally made out with Leo.

Phichit: Really?

Guang-Hong: Yes.

Phichit: You accidentally made out with Leo.

Guang-Hong: Yes.

Phichit: Accidentally.

Guang-Hong: Yes.

Phichit: I don’t understand, did you trip over something?

Comments: Adorable leoji one-shot where Phichit fixes a misunderstanding.


For You, For Me by Val_Creative
Pairing: Leo x Guang Hong
Summary: Leo shares his headphones with Guang-Hong, making him flustered about how close they are. Having an unrequited crush feels disappointing, until maybe it’s just not unrequited at all.

Comments: Love the amount–and blending–of description and emotion in this little one-shot.


Wow, He’s Amazing by LalodyBear
Pairing: Yuri Plisetsky x Minami
Summary: Yuri has always wanted to be amazing for his soulmate.

Comments: Very in-character soulmate AU one-shot where Yuri strives to be the best skater he can be for his soulmate. Oh, and vague wording is a bitch.


Closest at Heart by HappyTreasuree
Pairing: Leo x Guang Hong 
Summary: The older boy came to a practiced stop in front of where Guang Hong was frozen on the ice. 

“Can you not skate? I can teach you if you want!” the boy kindly offered.

“I can skate! I came all the way from China to skate here!” Guang Hong said indignantly; however, it was in rapid Chinese. He knew the stranger most likely couldn’t understand him, but he didn’t know enough English to respond, and he wasn’t just going to let this kid get away with thinking he was some amateur. It was confirmed that the other boy had no idea what he said from his shocked look. Guang Hong sighed, he wasn’t very confident in his ability to respond to a native speaker, so, he decided he’d show the other instead.

In which when Guang Hong Ji first came to America he was bewildered by the clean air, fashion styles, people’s demeanors, and most of all by the interesting boy he met on his first day at the American ice rink.

Comments: Cute, slow burn multi-chapter fic that explores Guang Hong’s and Leo’s potential past together.


And last, but not least, a very special mention to @narootos/@wbtrashking’s Reverse AU! It’s probably one of my fave–if not absolute fave–AU dynamics! You can read the fics here or at @yoireverse!

anonymous asked:

Looks like it's back to the men's room dude. Thanks President Trump.

I’m so curious to know, how does it feel to be so vacuously uninformed and short sighted?

First of all, he only rolled back federal guidance on the issue. No law has changed. Thankfully, the legality is still squarely in the hands of the court system. Don’t get me wrong, though, Trump is a promise breaking, small minded, narcissistic, dumpster fire of a human being and it was wrong of him to even roll back the guidance, especially since he only did it to pander to the bigots in the religious right.

Second, this only applies to students in public education. So even if it was law which, again, it isn’t, it wouldn’t apply to me.

So congratulations, moron, your lame attempt to spit hate at me only managed to highlight your own stupidity. Feel good now?

But let’s pretend, just for a moment, that you weren’t an abject failure, and that this did affect me and I was legally supposed to start using the men’s room. Let’s play out a couple scenarios. I’m confident you’ll quickly see why this policy is so poorly thought out.

1. I could flagrantly break the law, continue using the women’s restroom, and no one would know the difference. Yes, in countless many cases, the law would be completely ineffective and unenforceable. Sure, you could keep the trans women who don’t enjoy ‘passing’ privilege out, but tons of us would still be in those bathrooms every day. So, congratulations, you’ve accomplished very little. Never mind the fact that we’re not hurting anyone or putting kids in any danger. It’s an empty claim, a solution to a problem that doesn’t exist, and it’s a highly ineffective ‘solution’ at that.

2. I probably wouldn’t choose to break the law, simply because that would be so very much worse for people like you. Let me illuminate your painfully dark existence… If trans women like me started using the men’s room and brawny, bearded trans men started using the women’s room, it’s actually going to create problems where none previously existed. Women will be freaking out at the trans men in their restrooms. Men will be completely uncomfortable having pretty women that they find sexually attractive in the place where they have to have a bowel movement (not to mention that they’ll know we were born with a penis, which will totally wreck their fragile male egos). Before you know it, trans men and women will be getting attacked in restrooms all over the country. The law that was passed to protect people in the bathroom (when no one was in any danger and no trans people were attacking any women or kids) will have caused many, many attacks to occur, and trans people will clearly be the victims. Public sympathy will swing in our favor so fast it’ll snap all support for this or any other anti transgender legislation out there. Would I be willing to take a beating for that? You fucking bet I would (and you had better believe that anyone who tries to attack me isn’t going to walk away unscathed because I’ll fight back with every ounce of strength in my body).

So please, laugh it up, you shallow fool. Enjoy your tiny ‘victory’ delivered to you by your reality TV ratings driven president and his bigoted attorney general. At best, it’s temporary and at worst, should your team manage to land a few more similar wins, it’ll ultimately bring the downfall of your whole agenda. Your move…

I should probably take a moment to mention that I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity you’ve given me to write about this, and that you’ve put a smile on my face and the spring of being on the right side of history in my step. I bet the same can’t be said for you right about now and, if that’s the case, you might want to take a hard look at the cost/benefit ratio of being needlessly hateful.

Kaydee

I Can’t Help But Think Of Romania

I can’t help but think of Romania.

I lived in Romania for two years as a missionary, from 2004-06. I grew to love that country deeply. It’s been long-burdened by its communist past; it wasn’t just a form of government, but rather a mindset that was fused into the fibers of the country. There’s no more stark a symbol of that than the block apartment buildings that fill the cities. They’re concrete from skin to marrow and each one seems intent on keeping the populace in its place.

There’s a city in the west called Hunedoara. The countryside leading to it is out of some fairy tale. There’s even a storybook castle on one side of the city. But surrounding the city is a ring of abandoned, crumbling industrial wasteland.

I remember the train rides that lead from city to city. Some of the trains were more advanced than any train I’ve seen in the United States. Others were rickety steel boxes on wheels, the floors covered in sunflower seeds and spittle. Train rides ranged from a couple hours to 8 and 13 hour train rides. As often as I rode the trains, and even for that long, I was glued to the windows, watching the country go past. It’s beautiful.

The people were warm, always – always – offering more, even when they’d already given. Especially when it came to food. They offered, sometimes, what seemed to be just about all they had. They are a generous people. I even miss the times when we were shouted at, kicked out, threatened, chocked, and spat on. I walked the streets in the fall in Sibiu, an old fortress city. I trudged through Bucharest in the winter, where the streets go unpaved. I ran down steps, two at a time, to catch the subway more times than I can count. I ran through rainstorms on the way home, soaked to the bone. I miss it all.

Some of the most beautiful sights I’ve ever seen, and some of the most incredible experiences I’ve ever had, I saw and I had there.
Some of the worst things I’ve ever seen happened there, too. It wasn’t uncommon to see a child wandering the streets. Some were beggars, whose first words taught by their parents were asking for money. For some kids, it was literally all they knew how to say, and they didn’t even know what it meant. I once saw a kid, no more than 8, huffing silver paint out of a plastic bag because it took his mind off of being so hungry all the time.

The weight of communism, even decades removed, still smothered this whole place. It hung around the necks of everyone there, even those who hadn’t yet been born. Everywhere I went, people told me stories of where they were during the Christmas Revolution of 1989. 

Nicolae Ceausescu was the dictator of Romania at the time. He was vain, and cruel, and petty. Run of the mill communist dictator in the Stalin mold. Starvation and scarcity were the norm. Children, even those with parents, went hungry. To make a political point, Ceausescu cut off supplies from an entire city in the west, Timisoara. Of course, this caused more unrest than order. In a speech in what is now called Revolution Square, he spoke from a municipal building’s balcony, and tried to placate the people. But they shouted him down. Even Ceausescu loyalists (paid plants, mostly) were overpowered by the crowd’s chants. It was deafening. They stormed the building and the revolution began.

Ceausescu and his Deputy Prime Minister wife, Elena, fled, but were soon caught and convicted. The military who had served Ceausescu, and usually acted on his command, knew which way the wind was blowing, and they held a tribunal. It was quick and unanimous, and the Ceausescus were found guilty of, among other things, genocide.

Nicolae and Elena Ceausescu were executed by firing squad at a secret military installation. On Christmas day, on live television. They filmed their dead faces so that the people could know that they were really dead and gone.

A beautiful country was ransacked and oppressed by its leaders. For power, for profit, for ego. The country suffered, and eventually revolted. Romania still bears the weight of that suffering, deep in its mind and soul. Just like the concrete block apartments: skin to marrow. When last I saw the building from which Ceausescu spoke in Revolution Square, there were still bullet holes in the walls, far above reach.

Romania is a beautiful country, because of its land and its people, and despite its authoritarian past. Though knives may be removed easily enough, wounds are often stubborn to heal.

So. 

As Donald Trump, a man-child who is as vain as he is insecure, and as vengeful as he is delusional, seeks to establish himself as an infallible leader… as he orders scientific data be deleted… as he calls facts fake, and propaganda real… as he flippantly talks about committing war crimes in Iraq… as he seeks to defund arts programs and social safety nets… as he makes his press secretary tell flagrant lies about petty, obvious things like the size of his inauguration crowd… as he seeks to exhaust our capacity to think critically, and speak truth to power… as he seeks to dismantle constitutional rights, and strip the country itself in order to make money… as he continually displays signs of serious mental illness… as he proves to be not just a buffoon, but a real lunatic… I can’t help but think of Romania.

And as I think of all the inevitable harm that will come to people as a direct result of Trump’s actions, and the people that will most likely die from his orders – or possibly die in defiance of his orders – I can’t help but think of Romania.

I can’t help but think of Romania because what happened there, and in countless countries around the world and throughout history, can happen here. It is happening here, right now.

Literature, scripture, and history itself have all warned us about a guy like this. And here he is.

If you don’t like political posts, I understand. I don’t like them. Who does? But I will not be shy about this guy. Not to you, not to my representatives, and not to any Congressman/woman who seems to have dropped their spine on the way to work. 

I’m mad and I’ll stay mad until this guy is no longer in charge of the nuclear codes. What happened in Romania can happen here. Serious damage was done by a two-bit dictator from eastern Europe, and Romania hasn’t yet healed in full. Imagine how long it’ll take for the United States to heal from its own president, whose capabilities far surpass Ceausescu’s. Imagine the damage Trump can inflict, the damage he seeks to inflict. 

Tell me I’m wrong.

We’re only six days into the Trump presidency. This is an American Dictatorship unfolding in real time.

Tarsus IV Updated Fic Rec (a hundred in all).

Mostly reboot but there are some original Star Trek fics in here. If there are any mistakes please send me a message. The new stories start at 31 for ABOUT TARSUS IV, 25 for MENTIONS/REFERENCES TO TARSUS IV, 6 for CHRISTOPHER PIKE & JIM KIRK, and 4 for HOSHI SATO & JIM KIRK. There are also two new lists (Tarsus IV at the Academy & Spock on Tarsus.) I also found a fic where Uhura was on Tarsus IV. Hope you enjoy.

Update: Tumblr has a limit on links per post and I surpassed the limit with this post. 

ABOUT TARSUS IV.  

  1. The Kids Are (Not) Alright by notfreyja, Straight_Outta_Hobbiton on archiveofourown. Rated Teen.  Summary: When Jimmy goes to a new colony on Tarsus IV, every thing was supposed to be fine. Good, even. He was supposed to have other kids to play with, become more socialized. Maybe even learn how to live off of a Starship.No one was prepared for the reality.
  2. Falsified History by SadieYuki on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: According to John Harrison’s bio, he was one of the colonists on Tarsus IV and became one of the Tarsus Nine. Jim knows this isn’t true.
  3. Starfleet academy finds out Jim Kirk was on Tarsus IV by CharactersSecretsExposed  on fanfiction.net. Rated K+.  Summary: Kirk and the other cadets go into the forest as an assignment to reproduce the events of Tarsus IV and test their survival ability. Afterwards, Kirk’s class continue studying Tarsus IV and a survivor is invited to talk to the students. Kirk’s past is revealed and he returns to the academy after a brief hiatus. New evidence arises that suggests Kodos is still alive and Earthside.
  4. Recognition by  JadeMac2442 on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: Post Tarsus IV, Riley get assigned to the Enterprise. He hasn’t forgotten the color of those eyes. A Conscience of the King Prequel.
  5. Arena by whatshouldntbe on livejournal. Rated R. Summary: During the last six months of her first year into her captaincy, Jim Kirk is forced to revist her dark past when a rumor surfaces around the ship concerning the suspected whereabouts of Governor Kodos. (This is part three of the What Shouldn’t Be series. The previous two parts mentioned Tarsus IV but this part is about Tarsus IV.)
  6. The Line Between Giving Up and Giving In by rayrae118 on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. It was an old nightmare, suppressed for years; because what good did it do to dwell on the past? It wouldn’t change anything. Until one day, it wasn’t the past anymore. The nightmare had come back to life, the monster had come out of the closet, and he’ll need his friends, now, more than ever before. Tarsus warnings apply.
  7. A face from long ago by silver-thyla on tumblr. General.
  8. Five Vulcans Jim Met, One He Kept by surrenderdammit on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. (Link takes you to chapter two where Jim is on Tarsus with T'Pring.)
  9. Haven by JadeMac2442 on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: AU. Christopher Pike is on the crew of the ship that relieves Tarsus IV. He finds a young orphan Jim Kirk in a cell, and decides to adopt him. Very dark at first. READ the WARNINGS.
  10. The World May Never Know by SadieYuki on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: How many lies does it take to get to the center of a Jim Kirk? Or, five times Jim Kirk hid the truth from Leonard McCoy, and one time he finally opened up.
  11. one acquainted with the night by contrarian on archiveofourown. Rated General Audiences. Summary: Shutting the door carefully, she listened to the dull sounds of dry heaving from the small en suite. A toilet flush. Silence.Gaila wasn’t about to intrude on his privacy. She hated to be vulnerable herself, and she always got the sense that she and Kirk were kindred spirits, in their own way. It would feel worse to leave him to sickness or misery, though, so she padded over to the closed bathroom door.“It’s just me, Gaila. Are you okay?“
  12. You Don’t Have To (Say Yes) by luminousbeings on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: The abridged sexual history of James Tiberius Kirk.Or, Jim’s varyingly unhealthy idea of what sex is supposed to be (a it-gets-worse-before-it-gets-better story) (Warning: This fic is beautiful dark.)
  13. Words of Revolution by infiniteworld8 on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Kirk’s worst memory. A class assignment of ethics and morality dredges up memories from years ago, that he’s done his best to forget. The horror of Tarsus IV threatens to overwhelm him as he struggles to keep his past a secret from his friends. (Part one of a series.  The series is Words of Revolution , Alternate Ending (The Janus Directive) and deleted scenes.)
  14. The Janus Directive by infiniteworld8 on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Kirk finally let’s people know he’s one of the Tarsus Nine. But is having the truth known really a good thing? Pandora’s box has been opened and there’s no closing it and what will come to light will rock the Federation and Starfleet at their core. (I have yet to read this part of the series though I’ve read part one & three. This is part two of the series Words of Revolution , Alternate Ending (The Janus Directive) and deleted scenes.)
  15. Memory by zhen123 on fanfiction.net. Rated M. Summary: The members of the Enterprise are forced to endure their worst nightmares. The Bridge crew comes together to discuss their experiences, and Jim tries to play it off with humor. However, he was affected worse than he lets on. slash.
  16. Quirks by  SpiritBearr on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: Tarsus was many years ago. Sometimes that doesn’t matter. Bones wonders why he didn’t see it before. Jim just wants to be left alone.
  17. Imaginary Numbers by Isa_Iadel on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: There were those who understood men like Governor Kodos well enough to know what was coming and they made plans. But how long can they survive when the Federation doesn’t believe the rumors of famine and genocide?
  18. UNDER ORDERS by Ann Harrington but was submitted by califmole on livejournal. Rated Gen. Summary: Knowing is only half the battle. (Pike finds out about Kirk being on Tarsus IV. Definitely worth reading.)
  19. Fractured Lives: A Place Called Tarsus IV by Rakuyou_Tenshi (Citrus_Luver) on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Even at a young age, Jim had known he was different, but sometimes different is okay. Sometimes different is better. Sometimes different saves you.These are Jim’s early years. The years Jim wishes he could forget, but can’t because he lived and they didn’t. The years that lead to the best thing in his life… even if it’s fleeting.These are the before, during and after Tarsus years.
  20. Green by WingedQuill on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Jim isn’t the only person on the Enterprise with an altered childhood.
    Spock struggles with three things: emotions, humanity, and food.
    S'chn T'gai just tries to survive. (Spock is on Tarsus.)
  21. Cor Aut Mors by mischief_afoot on livejournal. Rated R. Summary: There is nothing left; all the avenues they’ve tried to restore the land to fertility have failed. (Another Spock on Tarsus fic that features Jim who is Betazoid. Warning: Dark but worth reading because of the ending.)
  22. Tarsus IV by princess Naphatarie on fanfiction.net. Rated K. Summary: A KirkSpock or Kirk & Spock fic right after Conscience of the King.
  23. Brutality by BonesOfBirdWings  on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: Khan isn’t the only brutal one. After all, Kirk didn’t see Khan on the dying fields of Tarsus IV, did he? (Warnings: Some violence, and a little squicky. The Horror genre is there for a reason.)
  24. A Moment on Tarsus IV by To.The.Hilt on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: The anniversary of the Tarsus Massacre rolls around. Kirk tries to forget what day it is, Spock and McCoy refuse to. Discoveries are made about the event that shaped Jim Kirk. Kplus for subject matter. Nothing too bad. NON SLASH
  25. Still in the Game by Moonfairyhime on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: I had hoped that, out of all the horrors you have experienced in your life, you would have been spared from Tarsus IV. It pains me deeply, Jim, that you were on Tarsus even in this timeline.
  26. Faded Pain by Blacktipped Angelwings on fanfiction.net. Rated M. Summary: History class really sucks when you’ve been part of it, and wish you hadn’t. How does Jim Kirk handle an assignment on Tarsus IV when all he ever wanted was to forget? Tarsus warnings. Also, remember trekkies, this is not the same Tarsus IV as the original series. This Kodos is not a man who thought he was doing what was best.
  27. Ni'Var by WerewolvesAreReal on archiveofourown. Rated
    General Audiences. Summary: Humans have daemons. Vulcans have katras. Spock, born of both, has neither. Which he’s fine with. Really. Meanwhile, James Kirk is a little curious about this whole daemon business, because how the hell can he have two souls - ?
  28. The Stars Shine On by FyreFlyte on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: For Jim Kirk, the scars of Tarsus IV won’t ever fully fade. But sometimes a fellow survivor and a few close friends can do more than the psychological counselors ever could. A loosely connected series of oneshots. Part Three: Told from Riley’s POV. A mission gone wrong, a feverish Jim, and an observant Vulcan.
  29. History by AutumnDawn21 on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: He wasn’t supposed to read those books, the ones with the pictures of prisoners from a war long ago. It wasn’t supposed to happen to him, either. Tarsus-fic
  30. The Once & Future Captain by Turtle_Goose on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: The crew of the Enterprise is tasked with a classified mission to find a translation device that was developed by Hoshi Sato before her death. The mission takes the Enterprise to the mysterious Tarsus IV, a dead planet that once supported a thriving colony. Concerned about Captain Kirk and Lieutenant Riley’s alarming behavior, the crew delves into Kirk’s old life on Tarsus IV, uncovering the hidden horrors in the planet’s past and finally understanding their Captain in a way they’d never though possible.
  31. Rebirth by whiteraven1606 on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: For a prompt at a LiveJournal community st_xi_kink_meme. Promt was: "Somehow, Reaper (who wasn’t McCoy at the time) helps ends Tarsus IV and he meets a young Jim Kirk. He feels the need to protect the kid and he personally takes a sickly Kirk back to Earth, where he leaves him with Pike. Years later, Kirk and McCoy meet on that shuttle, because Pike called Reaper!McCoy and told him Kirk was joining Star Fleet and could use a friend. From the start, Kirk thinks there’s something familiar about McCoy, but it’s not until post events of the movie that the truth comes out. Happy ending for the boys."I AU’d Tarsus IV to suit me and the medical stuff is completely wrong, but served my purposes. Deal with it.Work Text:
  32. A drabble that has no name by sadieyuki on tumblr. Rated General. Summary: fbexplorer asked: tarsus prompt: Chekov and/or Sulu find out, against Jim’s wishes, how does he react?
  33. Immutable Things by dogpoet on archiveofourown. Rated Mature. Summary: Spock once told you that the universe is made up of parallel worlds, that every choice you make creates two branches on the crooked line of your life.
  34. Predetermined by BonesOfBirdWings on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: James T. Kirk always goes to Tarsus IV - because George Kirk can die, Vulcan can be destroyed, and Jim can be resurrected, but Tarsus IV is immutable.OR - An exploration of the fanon fact that Jim always experiences the massacre on Tarsus IV, no matter the universe. (Worth reading.)
  35. Copernican Theory by sinestrated on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: "Please don’t hurt me,” he whispers. (I loved Winona in this.)
  36. rhadamanthus by spqr on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Spock murmurs, “I cannot imagine a universe in which it is not my life’s duty to protect you. You are — “ he has to search for the right words, in Jim’s language. “You are — most dear to me, of all things.”
  37. Rescue by shoreleave on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Missing scene from Any Road Will Take You There. Lt. Christopher Pike arrives at Tarsus IV and finds a belligerent, uncommunicative boy who doesn’t want to be rescued.
  38. Mr. Sensitive by waldorph on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: Tarsus IV was a catastrophe of eugenics and desperation, and Jim Kirk was there. (”written for the st_xi_kink meme: anon’s prompt was “I want to see a situation where Kirk is some how left Emotionless and basically acts like a robot, and its up to Spock to try and reawaken the emotions inside of Jim.” And scarlet_pencil’s addition of “Maybe they see something that shocks Kirk into remembering traumatic events from Tarsus IV, which cause him to revert to being emotionless because he can’t really deal with that?”)
  39. Blue Fields by WerewolvesAreReal on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: In his thirteenth year James Kirk ends up on Tarsus IV with his aunt and uncle. During the famine he takes refuge with a six year-old named Kevin Riley and a young half-Vulcan.
  40. The Devil’s Defense by wild-springflower on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: He’d thought he would be in the clear. He’d thought they could finally be done with the hellish topic and move on, but really, when had life ever been so kind? So now Jim was sitting, hands poised over his PAD, wondering just what exactly one could type into a search engine to find compelling arguments defending Governor Kodos’ actions on Tarsus IV. (Academy Era)+
  41. Ingenious Idiot by Kanae Yuna on fanfiction.net. Rated T. Summary: “The truth is plain and simple: James T. Kirk is a genius, even under the most unfavorable conditions…” A series of one-shots where Jim shows his ingenuity while he’s bleeding, poisoned, or just hurt in some general way.
  42. Mother of The Nine by SilasSolarius on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: There are rumors amongst the Federation about the mother of the nine Tarsus survivors… however when the warp core malfunctions in orbit of the planet instead of in orbit of Qo'nos the Enterprise and her crew find themselves seeing a new side of their captain…and a certain augment finds true love. KHIRK.. TARSUS WARNINGS
  43. caught in the hands of fate by Caliente on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: “The death count on Tarsus IV is estimated at over four thousand, although many of the deceased are still being identified.” The tragedy of Tarsus IV as witnessed by Winona and Jim Kirk in a farmhouse in Iowa. (An untold tale from James T. Kirk’s childhood.) –– set during the 2009!film
  44. Let Me Help by RayShippouUchiha  on fanfiction.net. Rated Teen. Summary: Or the five times someone said, “I love you” and the one that meant so much more. Warnings: Implied abuse, rape, Tarsus, and Kirk/Spock
  45. Kirk and Kevin return to Tarsus IV (requested) by CharactersSecretsExposed on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: The Enterprise is forced to make port at Tarsus IV after their ship is damaged in a meteorite storm. They encounter old places and old faces. Kevin is welcomed with opened arms but Jim is shunned for his Captaincy. What happens when his past is finally revealed? [Requested by Milkywaysupernova]
  46. Tarsus IV Rescue and JT’s Return to Earth by CharactersSecretsExposed on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: Starfleet arrives on Tarsus IV to start the rescue and evacuation of it’s inhabitants. Christopher Pike joins a search party to look for a group of children and is the only one who can inadvertently win over the trust of their teenage leader. Starfleet returns to earth where J.T meets the members of his future Starship crew. Christopher Pike succumbs to his parental side.
  47. Tectonic Shift by wonderfulwrites on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Kirk and Uhura finally hash out their differences. Too bad it takes a natural disaster to get them to do it. (Uhura on Tarsus!)
  48. Intrusion by aewriteon on fanfiction.net. Rated T. Summary: After responding to a routine distress call, Bones, Uhura, and Spock find themselves separated from the Captain. After being questioned by their captors, however, they begin to suspect that all is not as it seems. (Worth reading.)
  49. And The Band Keeps Playing On by Yum on fanfiction.net. Rated K+. Summary: Jim asked five questions about Tarsus. He received five answers.
  50. Another Little White Lie by rayrae118 on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: The odds were always stacked against him. From his father’s death, to Tarsus, it seemed like he really couldn’t win. But he wouldn’t be James T. Kirk if he didn’t deliver a great big ‘screw you’ to the universe, and rise above to become the Captain we all know and love.(A must read.)
  51. Unraveling by AnnaKnitsSpock on archiveofourown. Rated Explicit. Summary: When the Enterprise receives a December assignment to accompany a Federation investigation on Tarsus IV, Jim is forced to confront not only the trauma he experienced there, but also his conflicted feelings about Christmas, his childhood, and his first officer.
  52. Kirk and the Kobayashi Maru by Jess_S on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Why Cadet James T. Kirk found the Kobayashi Maru so distasteful that he couldn’t mount an eloquent defense. (Must read.)
  53. When Hope Is Gone by CatchingCraziness on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: The survivors of Tarsus IV couldn’t bear to be separated from the new family they’d created, so once they were rescued from the death filled planet, they ran away.Or How James T. Kirk, at age fifteen, became a father to eight children.
  54. Pyrrhic Victories by collapsethelightintoearth on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: It’s funny, Jim thinks, how everyone assumes his rejection of no-win scenarios was fostered by the sacrifice his father made.
  55. From So Far Away You Journey by alma_gloriosa on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: While attending the funeral of his cousins, ill-fated colonists of Tarsus IV, Leonard McCoy witnesses what he believes to be the abuse of Jim Kirk, the boy who saved their daughter, Lila. When Leonard reports what he saw and discovers that Jim has nowhere else to go, he sets into motion a series of events that will change both his and Jim’s lives forever. (Bones adopts Jim after Tarsus!)
  56. Odds and Ends by lizzledpink on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: Nobody escapes a tragedy unscathed. Not even Spock.
  57. she’s the one that they call old whatsername by kaydeefalls on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: "You gotta plant your flag in the dirt and declare victory on your own terms. The winner is whoever survives long enough to write the history books.“ (Always-a-girl!Kirk.) (Worth reading.)
  58. Atlas by Angel Baby1 on fanfiction.net. Rated M. Summary: Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning. Eventual K/S (Worth Reading.)
  59. Interspecies Ethics - Tarsus IV by MermAight on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary:  Big, black holographic letters before a plain white wall. A name seared into his memory like a fresh burn scar that itched, stung and roared when touched, followed by the most bullshitty question he had ever heard, in neat, 20 % transparent letters:TARSUS IV - Were Kodos’ actions defendable?
  60. Similarities by HappytheExceed on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: AU: Set before the five-year mission in STID. Bones was going through emotional roller coaster. His daughter, Joanna was put through an ordeal similar to the infamous Tarsus IV. Bones had to help young Joanna to come to terms with what she had went through while working on a mission to only realise that his best friend was involved had been through worse than he had imagined.
  61. The Conscience of the Boy by Rakuyou_Tenshi (Citrus_Luver) on archiveofourown. Rated Teen. Summary: At the academy, Jim "celebrates” the evacuation of Tarsus every year by holing up in the library searching for signs of Kodos in anything. Then, he goes out looking for someone to fuck. He never twigs why it’s Bones he’s always bringing home with him.
  62. Notes on Tarsus IV by kirk_to_enterpise_15 on archiveofourown. Rated Not Rated. Summary: Spock finds out about Jim’s time on Tarsus…in the classroom.

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anonymous asked:

And what makes you so sure, honestly? Like, besides the over the top photoshop theories, what makes you think he's not his baby? I know some of you talk about how Liam talks about bear vs how Louis talks about Freddie, but you need to realize that there's not a formula on how to talk about your kid, every parent is different! And my main question is: why the hell would they make him have a fake baby??? Do you really think Louis (and his family) would be cool and play along with that???

What makes me so sure? *cracks knuckles*

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Medusa | Part 1 |Draco Malfoy x Reader x Blaise Zabini

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader x Blaise Zabini

Requested: Kinda, Im mashing a ton of requests in one so look out for your requests throughout this series.

Requests: Open!

Summary: You’ve fallen in love with your best friend, Draco Malfoy, who has just started dating Pansy Parkinson. Will you be cursed by this cliche forever or will you find someone else? I fkn suck at summaries please forgive me.

Warnings: swearing

Words: 2398

A/N: I love both of these boys I have no clue how I wanna end this, tell me in the comments as this series progresses who you are rooting for! I’m a cliche mess please forgive me. Though i am actually really happy with this fic and am proud of it, I have the next two chapters typed out as well


“I’m so happy for you, Pansy.” You say as you force a smile at your friend. She had just told you that she and your best friend, Draco Malfoy, has started officially dating. Sitting there in front of the fire in the Slytherin common room, you wonder why he hadn’t told you himself.

             Calling Pansy your friend was a little bit of an exaggeration, you put up with her because she was friends with, and not supposedly dating, Draco. You and the blond boy had grown up together, your parents were close friends, being as you were both a part of the Sacred 28, so it was only natural that you would become best friends as well. You were a platonic power couple, as you two joked. Seas of students parted as you walked down the corridors hip to hip. While Draco was known for his boisterous insults and loud bragging, you were known for your chilly and quiet demeanor. It made people uneasy, you were told, when you looked at them from the side of your half-lidded eyes, a small smirk twitching at the corners of your mouth as you leaned and whispered something in Draco’s ear. The entire house of Ravenclaw and Slytherin refused to play poker with you since you always won with your icy, stoic expressions. Goyle once told you that you had what the muggle born students called a ‘resting bitch face.’ You told him if he ever used the word ‘bitch’ again when referring to you that you would make sure he would never be able to have children. This was said with a strategic severing charm to cut the blades of grass between his legs, as you sat in the lawn by the Black Lake. You knew he believed you. But it was because of your quiet and collected attitude that when you opened your mouth to speak, everyone in the vicinity turned their ears to listen. Your very presence commanded attention and respect from your peers. You never bragged about your blood status, nor did you torment students who weren’t purebloods, like your best friend.

             “She’s stuck up,”

             “I swear her glares could turn people to stone.”

             “Watch out, it’s the Slytherin Ice Queen.”

             “Second year I thought she was the one who released the basilisk, since they’re one in the same.” Were all things you had heard whispered behind hands as you walked the halls of Hogwarts, but a quick glance to the side at gossiping students had shut them up rather fast. Pansy had taken to calling you Medusa because of your stony stare, much to your annoyance.

             “Medusa and her fellow gorgons are supposed to be hideous,” You say evenly as you, Draco, Blaise, Theo, and Pansy sit in the Great Hall at dinner one night, “So wouldn’t that nickname be far better suited for yourself, Pansy?” There was a smile on your lips but daggers in your Y/E/C eyes as you look across the table at the fellow Slytherin. “Or maybe comparing you to a Harpy would be more accurate, considering your obnoxiously high and nasally voice.”

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Fanfiction - A Lifetime of Her (Part I)

Part I – “And in my chest you know me best”

Ten

Claire was born to me the day I buried my mother. As Ellen Fraser’s body started the trajectory from life to dust, my tears - mingled with the punishing earth that had swallowed her - started the alchemy that made finding her possible. Inevitable. She was the cure for the disease that would afflict me, relentlessly, for years - she was the decisive matter elapsed from my grieving heart.

Too bad celestial bodies have no clue about the translational movements and light-years between them – how they will overcome it all to collide and change the cosmos. And so we had been too – oblivious of the outcome of a somber day in a forlorn graveyard in Scotland.  

I was ten years old and stood alone in front of the fresh patch of soil, revolved to embrace another tale’s end about humanity. The air was filled with the smell of carnations and moss – a cemetery being just another form of garden, after all. Seeds of broken hopes and shortened lives, springing into the sky in white marble tombstones, akin to eternal sprouts. My father had taken Jenny away, to wait in the car – they longed to go home, to feel the scarce comfort of the beloved ghosts of Lallybroch.

I don’t know why I stayed behind. Maybe I wanted to tell her something, too personal or too foolish to be told in the presence of others; perhaps I just feared to leave her alone, abandoned in a place where no one would hold her hand, as she had held mine countless times before. Standing there it was all too real and definitive – I couldn’t pretend she had gone on a voyage or build up a story about her laughter spread on a different house somewhere. She was definitely gone – dead - and that meant that millions of aspects of my life had died with her.

I think it was raining – being Scotland, odds are that it was. I remember the moistness on my cheeks, reminding me I still had skin to form boundaries around my loss – rain or tears, because at ten years old crying was the most visceral form at expressing what is bigger than words. I wiped them stubbornly, furiously, irrationally mad at myself.

“You can cry, you know.” A voice echoed, haunting as the croak of a raven, close enough to make me startle. I looked around and saw a girl, as young and misplaced as myself. She was shorter than me, but probably a bit older – her eyes reminded me of butterscotch, sweet and forbidden. Her hair was a riot of curls and unlike the lasses I knew she hadn’t tried to tame it by placing a bow or a headband on it. Her face was strikingly beautiful and she was serious, even if there were hints of softness there.  “It’s alright to cry.” She repeated in a perfect English accent, nodding in encouragement.

“What are ye doing here?” I asked, more decided than ever to stop crying – and failing miserably.

She raised her brows and shrugged slightly, her scrawny shoulders moving underneath her blue woollen sweater. “Visiting.” She answered, as if it was perfectly normal to be strolling across a cemetery on a Sunday morning. “Who died?”

Her bluntness made me shook in repressed grief – but there was something irresistible about her, so I answered through clenched teeth. “My mother.”

“Oh.” Her eyes darkened, just a bit – like caramel that had marginally passed the perfect point, turning slightly bitter under the heat of the stove. “I’m sorry.” And in her voice I detected a true empathy about my loss, which went beyond every void word and gesture I had received during my mother’s wake the previous day. “Was she sick, then?”

“No.” I blinked away a new bout of warm tears. “She was pregnant.”

The girl nodded in unspoken understanding – she seemed to be remarkably sensitive and perceptive. She licked her lips and looked straight at me again, a soft smile dawning on her pretty-shaped mouth. “Crying will definitely help. I’m sorry to say the pain won’t go away – but it will be transformed into something you can use. And each day it’ll get a little easier not to cry anymore.”

“How do ye ken that?” I said a bit harshly, pursing my lips in bitterness. I was convinced, as most people of that age would, that my story was unique and my pain the worst in history – no one ever hurt the way I did.

She sighed and turned around, preparing to leave – my stomach contracted at the thought of being left alone again, to discover by myself what to do with my grief – but she urged me to follow her. “Come with me.”

I obediently followed her, my feet dragging numb at my command. We dodged tombstones, making our way through a path filled with mud and scattered flower petals. Eventually, we came around an ancient mausoleum – built to be the ultimate house of a great poet, who would probably frown upon such ostensive arrangements – and arrived at two black stones, placed neatly together as sleeping twins.

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.*” - It read bellow the name “Henry Beauchamp”. The other one was marked with “Julia” and a simpler phrase was her epitaph – “We loved, so we were.”

“What’s your mother’s name?” The girl asked, kneeling in front of the stones with ease. I noticed how her fingers sought to touch the marble, a caress undoubtedly repeated hundreds of times before.

“Ellen.” I babbled, desperately thinking if I should kneel next to her to show my respect, but deciding against it – I dinna wish to trespass her sacred space.

“Hello Mama! Hello Dad!” She said cheerfully to the stones. “I was wondering if you can take care of a woman named Ellen? You know, show her whatever you do in the afterlife?” The girl waited, as if giving them time to answer. “Her son misses her, but he looks strong – I think he’ll manage just fine. Tell her I’m watching over him.”

“Do ye do that often?” I asked, mouth slightly open in bewilderment. “Talk to them?”

“Not really.” She patted one last time the stones and got up, offering me a defiant glance. “Only when it’s really important.”

“Hmm.” I croaked, placing my hands inside my pockets. “Do ye really think they listen?”

“It’s not so much for them, as it is for me.” She whispered and smiled, content of sharing her secret. “Either way, they haven’t failed me so far.”

“I thank ye.” I whispered, as she touched my shoulder with her small hand. It was a brief contact but enough to root me, to ground me – like a force field that would, in time, make my scattered pieces fit together again.

“I’ll see you around.” The girl announced, beginning to walk towards the gate of the graveyard. She stopped and waved at me, her curls dangling around her face, strangely luminescent in a place robbed of all light.

Only hours later, lying on my bed – hearing the distant muffled sobs of Jenny in the room down the hall – I realized I never asked her name. I wondered if I’d see her again someday – as I held on to the guiding wisdom she had borrowed me from her own experience of loss.

For years she was there, in the background of my mind – a memory of light in the most terrible of days. Our encounter was so uncanny that it became a dream half-remembered, that I struggled to keep in my hours of wakefulness.

It would take me ten years to find out her name.


Notes:

*The Great Gatsby

The title is part of the lyrics of the song “No One Knows Me (Like The Piano)”, by Sampha.

Why Come From Away Deserves to Win the Tony for Best Musical

Jet fuel can’t melt steel beams. Bush did 9/11.

Right, got that off my chest. Anyway, are you tired of hearing the same accounts of 9/11? We all know the stories of worst terrorist attack in US history that, for the first time, closed the US airspace and forever marked a nation (and especially the city of New York) with the fear of terrorism, muslims, and anyone from the middle east. These stories are all too often one-sided and seldom bring anything new to the discussion, but Come From Away dares to change that. Come From Away tells the story of a small town in Newfoundland, Canada where 38 planes were forced to land after the attack on the Twin Towers. Here’s is why this touching, intimate musical deserves to get that spinny coin.

We’ll begin with the visuals. Ordinarily this is where I might talk about the set, but…well, Come From Away doesn’t have a set. The show relies on creative use of chairs rearranged throughout the show to represent everything from planes to a bar. The results are a sort of trunk show that allows the audience to fill in the spaces with fantastic success. The focus in this show is not about what you see, but about what you discover. This is where the casting is important. The show is full of people of color, including a gay couple, an African family, and a muslim from the middle east (which, as you can imagine leads to conflict in the story). This diversity lends to the most important message of the show, which is to slow down from life and learn how to see the people around you as just that, people. We may have differences, but we are all human, and to quote President Barack Obama, “Despite our differences, we all share the same title: Citizen.” (though, to be fair this story takes place over two nations so…)

The music is less of a series of songs and more of a shifting melody as we pass from chapter to chapter. This medley works splendidly for the show as contrasting sounds blend into one another from one moment into the next, each feeling like its trying to tell its own story just as the characters do. The show features primarily folk styled music but it relies on quite a bit of a capella and harmonization from the ensemble, leading to every number feeling strong and supported by the entire cast, especially Screech In and 28 Hours/Wherever We Are. Even with this though, the orchestrations are clever, novel, and brilliantly written. The stunning vocals of the individual cast, especially Jenn Colella, help drive the messages home to the audiences, so that soon you’re laughing, crying, afraid, and inspired right alongside the characters.

On that note, the writing for the show is very cute but . It’s hard to know whether this show is for adults, like you would expect from a show about 9/11, or more for families. Certainly the story is one with lessons for everyone. I think one character’s really stands out as representing the central messages of the show, a man who was born a Polish Jew during the outbreak of WWII. He talks about how he was raised to be afraid of telling anyone of his ethnicity/religion, but in seeing all of the stories coming out amidst the catastrophe, he had to tell someone about his past and he learns to embrace his differences. In staying in Gander against their wills, the come-from-aways learn more about themselves, and in providing for these strangers the Newfoundlanders in turn discover something in themselves. Most important of all though, the audience discovers something about themselves.

Come From Away is a different sort of 9/11 story, and you often forget it’s even centered around the twin towers at all. Ultimately it is a musical about all of us, trying to go about our lives without taking the time to listen to other people, and what happens when we are forced to do so. It is a touching story, one that made me cry repeatedly the first time I listened to it,  and I’m sure it will hold a very special place in my heart, and the hearts of many other people for many years. It’s even more special because the show is base don real events. Overall, Come From Away is a very special, heart-warming show that fully deserves to be recognized as the best musical this year.


Great Comet          Groundhog Day           Dear Evan Hansen

Check Please HP AU

ALRIGHT, so I’ve been meaning to write this one for a while but I have accepted that it not going to happen in full-fic format. So, here, the old “this isn’t a fic but oh wait it’s turned into a bit of a fic” format (a petals classic):

So, the key of a CP HP AU is that, in general, you have to get everyone in the same House because that’s how the quidditch teams work. And a quick glance (I haven’t read them bc I try not to read aus im going to write for fear of transference) tells me that others have done Hufflepuff and Gryffindor but if you know anything about me, you know there is nothing I love more than dismantling the last vestiges of anti-Slytherin prejudice that still lingers in everyone’s subconscious. (*cough* Untamed *cough*)

Basically, I’m going to put everyone into Slytherin. Cuz I can. So here you go, you have:

Jack Zimmermann, son of Bad Bob Zimmermann, a quidditch legend. He played Beater for the Montrose Magpies and is known for creating and coining the term “Scoring Beater” due to his skill at using his beater’s bat not only to control the bludger, but to hit the quaffle through the posts at incredible distances. It starts out as a trick play but turned into a legitimate scoring strategy. Most importantly for our story, Bob Zimmermann was the Captain of the team for his final two years of Hogwarts, won the House Cup for 4/6 years he was on the team, and is generally regarded as one of the finest flyers ever to come out of Gryfindor.

Yes, Gryffindor. Bad Bob Zimmermann was a Gryffindor. In fact, all of the Zimmermanns in the history of Magic have been Gryffindors. 

Until Jack Zimmermann. Already dealing with the pressure of dominating in quidditch little leagues, Jack Zimmermann came to Hogwarts and then in a moment that didn’t quite seem real, the Sorting Hat was put onto his head and screamed SLYTHERIN before it had even finished it’s downward descent. The Gryffinders started clapping before they realized what had happened. The Slytherins didn’t start clapping because they assumed there was some mistake. Some claimed that the Hat must just be a bit tired (it was the end of the alphabet after all) and it made a mistake. It is said that this might be the only time Headmaster McGonagall broke her calm exterior during a Sorting Ceremony and tried to put the hat back on a student’s head.

But, eventually (when the Hat just turned and huffed at McGonagall and the Slytherins finally started cheering), there was nothing left for Jack Zimmermann to do but walk over to the Slytherin side of the Great Hall and plop next to B. Knight, already wondering how on earth he was going to explain this to his parents. Even his mother, who was a Muggle, knew enough about Hogwarts to know that Slytherins were the worst

Of course, in the weeks/months/years that follow, Jack Zimmermann realizes that he is, in fact, a Slytherin. Goal-oriented? Ambitious? He is all of those things. And, actually, he is a lot of things from the other Houses as well because, really, what person can be reduced to just three or four traits and isn’t it a bit ridiculous that eleven year olds are just sorted into Houses and then basically conditioned to view themselves in a certain light throughout their formative years and–

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for you ladies.....don't trust a man when they say they love you

My last relationship drove me to the ground, but i still managed to move on and live my life. I had to be strong and encourage myself and i had to pray for myself so hard. I was with a man, that didn’t know himself. He played with me like a yoyo. He lived with me for several months, we had sex everyday, we went on dates as if we were together, i’d make him food everyday, draining my energy and my self being. Everyday he was with me but i wouldn’t trap him into staying in the house or anything, i knew he needed his freedom to make his money or go out with his friends. I made this guy money just for him to spend on another woman. Keep in mind, this man had a child when he was with me and i still kept him around me because he told me he loved me and i thought it was real. He doesn’t care to see his first born and it hurts me to know that he was never there for her even though it’s not even my child. His baby mother would call/text mine and his phone asking where he’s at like everyday, but when he was with me he would go out once in a while but i never knew it was to be with another woman. This man has hurt to many strong women, i fail to understand why his mother raised him that way. Me, not knowing where he was at only knew that he was going out he was sleeping with his ex from high school and ended up getting her pregnant also. Now he has a second child on the way, it was hurtful at first when i found out and i had to find out on my own. he would always tell me he’s not seeing her, he even saved her name under another name in his phone. Every time he would go out he went to see her then come back to me to show me the exact same (love) but i knew from the start it wasn’t real. We did have history, we didn’t fight as much although i kept my mouth shut. I literally would do anything for him. he caused so much drama between me and his baby mother, he caused me so much pain to the point i almost took my own life, he caused my family to hate me because of the mistakes i’ve done pleasing him, and those mistakes turned so bad that almost the police got involved, he turned everyone against me, he caused me to mentally and physically break down everyday. He drained my energy, my heart would feel like it’s sinking in to my stomach and that feeling is the worst because you feel like someone is just using you. I was there for him even when he was in jail, i was the only one traveling for him and picking up his phone calls from jail which was running up my moms bill which obviously made her mad. He would do things out of spite just to make my life harder and more difficult even when i told him it’s enough. I finally came to the conclusion to let go after i found out that he was seeing this girl, and got her pregnant. He was taking her on dates, buying her things with the money i made for him, he was just all over the place and i told him to leave my house since, i never seen him back. He still messages MY friends and ask about or for me, i fail to understand why when he has two baby’s and two baby mothers. BOYS like this, need a father in their life to help guide them. He really turned my life upside down, i wouldn’t say i was afraid of him because i did have a lot of history with him so i knew he would never physically hurt me but he would always hit my stomach as if he was trying to punch me, i didn’t know why but i understand he was just mad at himself he is suffering inside from all the things he’s been through and he’s told me things only i would know nobody else. mentally i was torn. He is still the same till this day and i know that for a fact even if i haven’t spoken to him because theirs types of men out there that will NEVER change when with time or Prayer. It’s sad and it was toxic. I’m now in a better healthy relationship, and i’m expecting a baby. My man treats me with respect and he loves me for me. It took me a while to forgive my ex, although the scars are forever my heart is more pure and i forgive myself for hurting myself for someone that doesn’t mean a thing to me. I’m a strong black woman and i know that in my life i will succeed and support my own self. I just need my own family which i’m working on right now, i’m more than happy that i don’t have these negative people in my life anymore and i thank God for that cause God gives the hardest battles to the strongest people. stay up ladies and don’t let no man configure your lifestyle even if he says he does love you, LOVE Is more than just a word LOVE is shown and you will know once you feel it in your heart.

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omg what about a scenario about the chocobros with a civilian s/o who can't fight like them? like domestic scenarios?

I’m really sorry this is super late! I hope this is okay

Tagging: @themissimmortal @cerasusazule @chocohoess and @honeybeelily and @fieryfantasy and @jojopitcher

Gladio would have no idea what to do with himself. You spoiled him because you were always worried. That should have calmed him down but it didn’t. Because he didn’t like being spoiled unless it was in the bedroom. But he’d also be worried about you. Instead of it being ‘what if you never come back’ it was ‘what if you couldn’t fight back when you really had to’. 

Cookig wasn’t exactly your expertise and he didn’t mind that at all. Meant more cup noodles for him you see. 
Now, you lot knew each other pretty well and although you didn’t want to be in the crownsguard, being a pacifist for the most part, you did have family who were and that’s kinda how you two knew each other. 

You always helped him workout on days where he just didn’t want to by laying on the floor and rewarding him  with kisses whenever he did push ups. Or you’d sit in front of him and kiss him lightly whenever he did a successful sit up (sit ups are the bane of his life okay?). 

But what he loved most, was the lunches you made him. Because they were just lettuce sandwiches with other bits and pieces, but they were made with so much love and affection that he took his time with them.

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Prompto cannot fight (it’s canon that he had no training whatsoever before the journey, leaving him completely self taught on the fly) so apart from him being friends with royalty, you two live fairly ‘normal’ lives. Noctis sometimes pops by to return things or just to go on day outs with the two of you in summer.

You’d help each other out in the kitchen, especially with baking for charity events and such. Which was okay for you since you did work in the citadel as a maid who did a bit of everything whenever you were needed. Not enough kitchen staff? You’re there. Not enough cleaning staff? You’re there Noct’s extemely unwell and no one’s free to check up on him at an hourly basis? You risk getting sick too. That’s if Noct was at the citadel. You always had to drive the King around sometimes. So you also designated as Prompto’s ‘taxi driver’. 

And what made it refreshing is that you were born in Duscae and had plenty of work with Chocobos. So if you two were watching a documentary on Chocobos and the presenter got something wrong, Prompto would be highly amused at you correcting the tv. Which Noctis would call you out on all the time when he was around. ‘they can’t hear you through the screen,Chocobo.’ 

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Ignis would value the change so much more than people would think. Simply because his work days are so hectic and, really, all he does is work and find things to cook for dinner. You got him addicted to ebony purely by accident. He asked for tea but you accidently made coffee. You did offer to change it but there n=was no turning back.
You also enjoyed making him drunk just because, well, him and ebony is like Smeagol and the one ring. You go to take his ebony when he’s drunk and he practically hugs the cup and looks at you with daggers. Mine. And he was more likely to have laughing fits.And you adored his laugh because it was so cute. 

You treated him with as much care as he treated Noctis with. With a little more cheek. You were getting a history degree upon the history of the royal bloodline and you asked him for help. On certain things he was unsure of he’d make a note to ask the king about it and if there were answers there, to the archives he went. Or he’d get permission to bring you there too and you’d have the time of your life where vinyl gloves and sifting through documents that could be nearly 2000 years old.

On the very rare occasion that he was sick, you’d make sure he was comfy before you went to uni and when you came back you’d ask him how he felt and you’d always judge based on how pale he was. Because we all know that he’d say ‘I’m fine’ even if he was stabbed in the chest and bleeding out profusely. 

And you did the cooking nine times out of ten just so he could have more time to relax. You also took him camping once (because I legit think Gadio is either your brother or cousin XD ) and as much as he complained about being unable to sleep - you knew he enjoyed the peace and quiet. 

Originally posted by yuusane

Noctis would find everything you did both strange and comforting. Although you couldn’t fight, you always wanted to but because of certain illnesses you had you were deemed unfit for service, you always looked out for him.
When he had to train, he’d find great joy in hearing you say ‘don’t work too hard ’ and ‘don’t let Gladio beat you’.
And whenever he came home with bruises, he always smiled with the way you took care of him. Of course he would never admit that he’d deliberately get hit at least once just so he could have you dote on him.

You’re cooking was great. Although you were no where near as good a cook as Ignis, your cooking was less extravagant. Less tidy. It was just served. And you never complained whenever he gave his vegetables to you. But he did eat a forkful of peas once. Just for your entertainment. And his face as he swallowed was apparently hilarious

You also had less time on your hands than you thought because teacher training was horrid. Though, Noct did manage to get you a part time job in the Citadel so he could spend more time with you. And to say he actually got up early every morning to walk you to the Citadel and then actually help you… wasn’t wrong at all. Love does strange things. But you did help him rekindle his relationship with his father and lemme tell you - he actually interrupted a meeting just to tell Regis that he managed to get past that level in King’s Night he got stuck on. He was completely and utterly drunk but it was all good because it gave Regis and excuse to just end the day three hours early.

Noctis did have the worlds worst hangover the next day so he stayed in the Citadel and you being the kind soul you were, asked people to see if he was okay. 

Don’t worry though, Noctis is just as worried about you as Gladio would be just because of who he is - a prince. And he secretly asks Ignis to train you just in case things happen. But he honestly hoped you’d never have to use them. Let’s just say they saved your life on 16th May ME756

Originally posted by caelumstrife

Behind the Walls (Chapter 1)

Pairing: Professor!Bucky X Reader

Words: 1,775

Warnings: None yet…except talk about school!

Summary: You are currently getting your PhD in Art History, your dissertation being about The Power of Nudity in Art. Your adviser recommends you switch from being her TA to another professor because she feels her health is declining and wants you to get the best help/advice from someone new. She recommends Dr. James Barnes and believes he will be of great help to you. Things don’t turn out as you plan.

A/N: This is born out of my “admiration” for Bucky’s character!!! I am also writing this because I have this fantasy that always involves the opposite individual being a Professor! I honestly don’t know why I get turned on by the “Professor” figure. Having said that, I am a Sapiosexual meaning I am attracted to intelligence, and since I am yet to meet an intelligent person, I think I am mostly attracted to professors (which is honestly not a healthy thing…believe me). For now, this will just be fluff and angst, but will definitely include smut in later chapters. A bit of a slow build. Professor!Bucky has a metal arm in this one because I am kinky as shit.
Also, picture was made by @0-ves-0
Art is amazing!!

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Request: Hiii!! I loved your Aneurin imagine so could you please write one where he’s comforting you over something? I would be more specific but I literally just want anything to do with him lol so I’ll let you decide!

A/N: this picture does things to me

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Making your way through the busy streets of London, you headed around the corner and up the steps towards your best friends apartment.

You had called him 10 minutes ago, telling him you were coming over again after another failed date. He was used to this, it happened at least once a month.

The two of you met in University, both taking the same medieval history class. The two of you had instantly clicked, quickly becoming the best of friends. He occasionally tried to teach you Welsh, you being born and raised in England, but you just couldn’t take to it. He eventually gave up trying to teach you.

As the years passed, you only continued to get closer to him. You had a terrible dating history, and more often than not you ended up going to Aneurin’s after a ruined night out.

Which is exactly what you were doing as you knocked softly on his door.

“Come in cariad.” He spoke, opening the door for you and stepping aside. You walked in, immediately heading towards the sitting room.

He sat beside you on the couch, wrapping an arm casually around your shoulder.

“What was it this time?” He sighed, turning towards you.

“He had a girlfriend.” You told him, voice blank. “She came by during the date, that’s how I got this.” You gestured to the reddening mark on your cheek.

“Where the hell do you find these guys?” He teased, squeezing you against his side.

“Apparently I just have the worst luck in the world.” You shrugged, standing up and pacing around the room.

“Or the worst judgement.” He muttered, but you didn’t catch the words.

“What?” You asked distractedly, moving over to the piano in the corner.

“Nothing.” Aneurin replied, standing up and walking behind you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, the slight pressure reassuring you. “Listen, the right guy will come around eventually. Don’t give up hope, were not all bad.”

You completely ignored what he said, eyes locked on the piano. He used to play for you all the time in university, and he was so bloody good at it. You missed hearing him play.

“Will you play for me?” You asked him, running your fingers over the keys. It had been a long time since you had heard him play, probably over a year.

“I don’t know, it’s been a while…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his head.

“Please Aneurin?” You whispered while looking over your shoulder at him, eyes practically begging. Not ever being able to say no to you, he finally agreed.

You sat beside him on the bench, smiling as the first notes of Clair De Lune floated through the air. As the song progressed, you rested your head against his shoulder and closed your eyes.

“Why can’t all guys be like you Aneurin? My life would be so much more simple.” You muttered, causing Aneurin to tense. The music abruptly stopped, your best friend rising from the bench. You followed him, confused at his antics.

“Did you ever think that maybe things never work out with all those guys because they aren’t right for you?” Aneurin shouted, losing his patience. You stood stunned, he had never raised his voice before. “You always go for the same guys, over and over again. And you always end up here, crying your eyes out. When are you finally going to open your eyes and realize?”

“I don’t understand.” You muttered, staring at the frustrated man before you. He was breathing heavily, staring intensely into your eyes. It sent shivers down your spine.

“Dwi'n caru ti! (a/n: thank you @georgia-lou for the translation)” He blurted out, eyes widening in shock immediately after.

“You know I don’t speak Welsh Aneurin!” You scoffed in annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I love you.” He translated, finally admitting it. Your breath caught in your throat, mouth gaping open in stunned silence.

“What?” You chocked out, arms falling limply at your sides.

“I love you Y/N, I have since the day we met. And maybe, maybe the reason why things never work with other guys is because, deep down, you-”

“Because I love you too.” You finished for him, eyes widening in realization.

All the times you had ran to your best friend after a failed date, or called him because you missed his voice. The flutter you’d get in your chest when you’d see him again after months apart, or how you had told him more about you than anyone else in the entire world.

It all suddenly clicked together.

“I love you.” You whispered, testing the words against your lips. You looked up at him, noticing the growing smile on his face. “You knew it too, didn’t you?”

“I was just waiting for you to admit it to yourself.” He responded, taking long strides towards you. “It took you infuriatingly longer than I thought.” He teased, pulling you into his arms.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to catch on.” You told him, resting your head against his racing hesrt.

“I forgive you.”