why did you close it was so good

anonymous asked:

how can you not believe it that her visiting Vienna has nothing to so with pm? C'mon! Probably they are so close and so long she knows his children already. God I will throw up in any seconds :(((((((

Because she did she wanted to take time off and explore London and outside London.
Why not Vienna?! I can see her doing a little Europe hopping. Gorgan will be accepted in my little as soon as it’s confirmed by Gillian or Peter or when I see them walking hand in hand, kissing etc
But since that hasn’t happened all is good in my little universe 🤷🏽‍♀️

also literally all the complaints people had about the movie are so irrelevant

  • emma was fantastic as belle
  • her dress is beautiful
  • ewan was a perfect lumiere and “be our guest” was so well done
  • lefou being gay was hardly a big deal at all, honestly the only noticeable thing was when he danced with a man at the end, if you’re close-minded, you wouldn’t notice his pining for gaston - it’s very lowkey
  • the new songs are great? honestly “days in the sun” might be better than “human again” and “evermore” is equally as good as “if i can’t love her”
  • the beast did look very cgi at times but why wouldn’t he? he is mostly cgi??? but his expressions were fantastic, dan is an amazing face actor, and the combination of that with the cgi on top of it made for a very sweet beast
Tragic Honest Ask Meme

Send in a number, my character MUST answer honestly

  1. Name someone you’ve hurt. Do you regret what you’ve done?
  2. Have you ever shown a bad side of yourself to someone you love?
  3. Name one of the traits you hate most about yourself, why do you hate it?
  4. What’s personality trait you hate in one of your close friends.
  5. Name someone you want to be friends with even though you know it wouldn’t work out. 
  6. Have you ever felt so guilty you wanted to punish yourself? Why did you feel guilty?
  7. Talk about one of your worst memories involving someone you love.
  8. Talk about one of your worst memories involving someone you hate.
  9. Talk about a time you made an enemy. 
  10. Have you ever ruined something good? Like a friendship, a good day, a possession, something sacred?
  11. Have you ever been abandoned? Why do you think you were left behind? 
  12. Talk about a person you like that really hates you.
  13. Name a time you failed something and disappointed many people and/or embarrassed yourself.
  14. What’s one of your most prized possessions that got destroyed or taken away? 
  15. What’s one of your worst childhood memories?
  16. What’s a skill you’re trying to improve at even though you know you’re terrible?
  17. Do you ever do things to hurt yourself? Talk about a time you have. 
  18. Talk about a traumatizing memory.
  19. Name someone you’ve failed. What did you do wrong? How do they feel about you now?
  20. Name someone who’s failed you. What did they do wrong? How do you feel about them now?
I’ve always told myself I was going to be open to new experiences, and so when I started to—to harden—I was shocked. I thought I’d done everything right, not closed my heart off. And then I thought about what you said, and I realised why I was starting to die inside. If you never tell anyone the truth about yourself, eventually you start to forget. The love, the heartbreak, the joy, the despair, the things I did that were good, the things I did that were shameful—if I kept them all inside, my memories of them would start to disappear. And then I would disappear.
—  Magnus Bane, City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare
Some words still cut the air between our mouths. When was the last thing we did something right for us? The truth hurts less when we turn it, transform it, silence it until it disappears into the void. It still hurts when I come close to you because I know it won’t do us any good. I wonder why you love the stars so much baby.. do they talk you back? I wonder why you love the ocean so much baby.. are the waves calm at you? I swear sometimes my heart is like a big ocean which waves go so high but they drown inside themselves. I swear sometimes it feels like I’m not going to make it. Is it the same for you? Do you drown and dream like me? I still want to lean to you but it won’t do us any good. Nothing will ever do us good. I still love you baby. Some words still cut the air between us.
—  k.m
Brothers Best Friend - Seth Rollins

Originally posted by vaniwin

A/N- New series! Yay! I’m gonna have to balance out two series now so you’ll probably get 1 episode of each chapter every day (That’s just and aim!) It’s only a short one to start with. Enjoy!

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out of my league ♡ grayson

requested: yes

anon: please an imagine where girls are bullying y/n and grayson makes her feel better sorry if this is mainstream ily and your blog tysm 

anon: YO imagine where gray gets all sweet when girls are mean to the reader? tysm 

(BRUH these requests have been in my inbox for EVEERRR like actually I’m so sorry frfr) 

“Y/N, come here!” You hear one of your not-so-close friends giggle. You did not want to be at the dumb party Grayson made you go to, but you did anyway because he hadn’t seen his friends for a little while.

You close your eyes for a moment and sigh, really hoping you’d have patience with the girls at this party. They only knew you because you were dating Grayson, and they just so happened to be Gray’s friends girlfriends.

“So, how’s it like being the tops girl,” The blonde says and the rest of the group of girls laugh.

“Good. Why is that funny?” You roll your eyes. You hated girls like them. Snobby, rude, and they threw themselves at literally any guy. Even at Grayson a couple of times.

“It’s funny, because you won’t last a day.” She sighs as if it was a tragedy, but you just roll your eyes once more,

“keep your cool, keep your cool.” You repeat over and over in your head. You didn’t want to make a scene and you wanted Grayson to spend time with his friends. You trusted him, so you knew it was best to leave if these girls got too annoying.

“Yeah, I’m so much better looking then her,” One of the other girls whine,

“More like he’s so much better looking then her.” The blonde scoffs, then looks at you in the eye and smirks, “You have to know he’s out of your league, Y/N.” She continues.

Smoke was practically coming out of your ears as she kept on talking, causing you to get angrier by the minute.

“Stop.” You say loudly, causing her eyes to widen and her to take a small step back, but she quickly recovers as her small frown you caused turns upward into a menacing smirk.

“Your feisty I’ll give you that,” She laughs and the girls behind her laugh along, which was no surprise to you. You knew that if this kept going, you wouldn’t be able to contain yourself, so you turn on your heel and practically jog up the stairs, hearing the girls’ snickers behind you.

You walk into a random room and lean against a wall, taking deep breathes to calm yourself down. Before you knew it, you sank down to the floor with your head against your knees, thinking about what those rude girls had told you.

“Grayson is out of my league” You mumble to yourself and take another deep breathe.

“Y/N?” You hear a familiar voice call out to you but you chose to ignore it, allowing you to sink deeper into your thoughts that seemed to get you in a sad mood.

“Y/N,” The voice was closer, “Why are you up here all alone? I saw you go up here and…Are you okay?”

You look up with your eyes closed, not really prepared to face Grayson after all of the dark thoughts that had just crossed your mind.

You open your eyes slowly to his face, seeing worry written across it causing little wrinkles to form on his forehead. You had always thought that was cute.

“Baby,” He starts and kneels down to be face-to-face with you, “Why are you up here all alone?” He repeats.

“Nothing. Seriously, I’m okay,” Your voice cracks a little, but you keep going, “Go have fun with your friends. I’m fine.”

“You’re not fine,” He shakes his head, “Trust me, I know when my girl is not fine and she is definitely not fine right now.” He informs you and you bite back a smile.

“Grayson…” You start but he interrupts, sitting down in front of you,

“Y/N, what happened? You can tell me.” He says, and you feel tempted to pinch his cheeks at how cute he looked. His eyes were big as he stared into your eyes, waiting for your answer which you knew he’d listen to.

“I just don’t like the girls downstairs. It’s nothing.” You stretch the truth and Grayson narrows his eyes at you,

“And what did they do?” He signals for you to continue and you sigh. He looks at you for a moment and spins you around so that you were leaning on him instead of the wall, playing with your hair as he waited for your reply.

He knew just how to get you to talk.

“You’re out of my league grayson. Those girls are way pretty and I can’t compete…” You huff and grayson sighs, a small frown making its way onto his beautiful face. You wanted nothing more then the smudge that frown off of his face at that moment.

“Did they put that in your head?” He rolls his eyes, “Y/N, let me tell you something. You’re my girl. my girl. No one else is my girl. You are the most beautiful girl I know, and I love you. Those other girls have nothing on you, and if you think i’m out of your league, i’m flattered, but you have it backwards.”

You smile wide and turn around, wrapping your arms around his neck and placing a slow, passionate kiss to his lips. Your lips moved in perfect sync as you kissed, making you hum in delight.

When you pulled apart you see graysons flushed face and plump lips in front of you, and you reach up and trace his bottom lip with your thumb making him smile.

“let’s get out of here?” He asks, a little bit of hope intertwined in his voice.

“Are you sure?” I ask him and he nods eagerly,

“Very. Let’s go get ice cream.” He sighs and grabs your hand, leading you out of the house and to his car, every girl eyeing you jealously from the corner.

a/n – trashy but not trashy. that’s lit. i’m tired. gn. love you all. sorry if theres typos lolol i’m actually about to die of tiredness.


Thirty minutes later, the doorbell rang. Fleur went to check who it was and she smiled as soon as she saw her cousin. She opened the door for him and gave him a hug. They were very close with each other, he was a very good friend to her and she was thankful for that, since she didn’t have many friends at school.

As soon as Calum saw Dominic he went closer to him and grabbed him by his leg. “Dominic! Wanna check out my new video game? It’s so cool! We have to play, I wanna show you what I did!”

Dominic laughed. “Sure kiddo!”

“No way, Calum! Go finish your homework!”

“Ugh Fleur, why do you have to be such a pain in the ass?! I’ll do it later, Dom is here now!”

fadingphoenix  asked:

Victuuri & coffee shop au?

Gladly!! C;


“Oh my god, look, look, look! He’s back again!” Phichit stage-whispered. Yuuri’s immediate reaction was to duck down behind the counter, which is exactly what he did.

“Yuuri, stop being so Extra. You’ll never believe this- get up here!” Phichit said impatiently, though still in a hushed tone.

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TOS spirk fic: Jim smiled as he waltzed his way over to the captain’s chair. “Good morning crew,” and his eyes twinkled when they fell upon his handsome first officer, “Mister Spock.”

AOS: Fuck fuck fuck. Why did the captain’s chair have to be so close to HIM? Why was my dad so fucking abusive? I stomped over to my chair. “Where’s Bones when you fucking need a fucking fuckflask of fucking booze.” I whispered under my goddamn breath. “My dad was mean and I have problems. And Spock, stop fucking BREATHING NEAR ME! YOURE REMINDING ME OF MY REPRESSED BISEXUALITY ALSO MY BROTHER IS GONE!” I cried manly tears.

Late nights Chapter four.

Shit..Shitshitshitshit, was the only thought on Cas’ mind. Why the fuck did they think it was a good idea to come to him for this. FOR FAMILY SUPPORT…HOW THE HELL. Cas ran his hand through his hair and took a long, deep breath. Okay, be calm Cas, get back on the horse. If you freak out, they will freak out even more.

“I’m..I’m sorry for your loss….Do you need a place to stay for the night?” Cas said, watching Dean closely rub Sam’s back. The way he carefully made movements, like Sam could snap in half at any moment. The small circles he would make every so often, and Sam relaxing with every movement. They obviously had a deep connection, Cas could tell that they needed each other, for emotional and mental support. But Dean didn’t know what to do about his brother being gay, that was one crystal clear thing. Was Dean homophobic? He hoped not, but that obviously wasn’t the case. He spoke softly to Sam, whispering into his ear, most likely reassuring him everything was going to be alright.

“If it isn’t a bother, then yes, we do..” Dean stammered, his voice cracking slightly then recovering like it never happened. Cas let that sink in, taking in Dean’s facial expression. The hurt, pain, the lost look in his meadow green eyes. The way his face softened as he turned to Sam again, the lost, pained look washed away, and was replaced with a caring one. For someone going through emotional times, Dean was holding his ground in the battle. Not budging one bit, was it because he needed to stay strong for Sam? Or did he not feel, was he just stone cold? Whatever the case was, Cas didn’t dare ask. It was Dean’s business after all, and he didn’t know the man well either. Yet he insist, to let them stay at his apartment. Over his head, maybe, concerned? One hundred percent.

Cas pulled up another chair to the table, and tried not to disrupt anything. Sam looked up at Cas’ arrival, eyes wide with shock, not to mention terribly red from crying. A sound that sounded like a dying cat caused Cas to look up abruptly.

“Cas..I-i’m sorry for coming without notice…And, I…” Sam stammered, before taking several deep breathes, his hands trembling on the table. How broken up was Sam, and which topic was he broken up about more? Him falling for a man? Or his parents dying? He knew from long talks with Sam, most of which of Sam was drunk. And Cas, perfectly fine, not even having touched a beer. They had many of these types of lonely nights, Sam, the one spilling out secrets that he had never told anyone. Sam didn’t think about what he was saying half the time. Leaving Cas puzzled after each teeny snippet of a story. Most of which were tragic, graphic and disturbing. Their father a drunk, who was never home that often, and beat his kids whenever he was. Sam told tales of how his brother had taken more beatings for him then he could count. He explained and showed Cas all the scars from those beatings. He remarked about how that his brother probably had more scars then ANYONE he had ever known. Each visit, left Cas with a part of Sam’s story. One that he was slowly connecting the dots on.

“Sam…Sam..It’s fine. It’s not a issue..I always have that spare room open, remember? Remember all the nights you have come without me knowing ahead of time? When you come to my door at two o’clock in the fucking morning? And I’m here, always here…Anything for the Winchesters.” Cas stated, looking Sam right in the eyes, not breaking the contact till Dean cleared his throat loudly.

“No chick flick moments please. Or at least anymore. Speaking of which, I know it’s late..And Sam here is probably gonna fall apart at any moment from stress and exhaustion. I’m assuming Sam knows where this spare room is?” Sam looked at his brother and nodded, stumbling up and out of the chair. His boots scuffing against the wooden floor of the dining room. Cas opened his mouth to his something, but bit back the words. They were spread thin already, and Cas didn’t want to interrupt the brotherly moments the Winchesters were having. With a glance around, he took the empty glasses, which must have been drank when Cas wasn’t looking and went to the kitchen sink. The air temperature was quite warm, warmer then Cas thought it was originally. He heard the hushed tones of Dean and Sam faintly as the glass clinked together in the sink as he set them down.

And there it was, the wave of stress, nervous and panic washed over him like a tidal wave. Cas bent over the kitchen sink, his hands gripping the metal edges. He couldn’t do this. How could he do this? He didn’t know how to help people. He was useless, he couldn’t feel anything. He was broken, a lost, broken, wingless angel in a abyss. A alone angel in a crowd demons, wearing a mask that had a face of a demon. And everyone assumed he was one too. They didn’t see what was going on underneath the surface. No one ever did. He wasn’t a good people person. In fact, he never really was. He was socially awkward, but that didn’t stop him much from making friends with people. And he was glad that he still could. The soft footsteps of someone behind him made him freeze.

“Cas..Are you alright there, buddy?” Dean whispered softly, coming up beside the dark haired man. Cas didn’t answer, he just kept staring down at the sink.

“Sam has told me a lot about you Dean. All the beatings you took for him, all the scars you have. Stories of how you stole your dad’s car, and still have it to this day. How he sent you the title to it. The black 1967 chevrolet impala. Dean. I know a whole of your background. I just don’t know you personally. And, I would like to change that, just not right now. Not when Sam is like this, drunk and not doing so hot.” Cas muttered, Dean being completely silent, causing Cas to look up at him. Dean was nodding, obviously thinking about the past, until he noticed Cas looking at him.

“Yeah..Yeah…That…I’m gonna hit the hay…” He pointed to Cas’ couch, and flopped down on it. Crossing his arms across his chest. Oh hell…What did Cas get himself into. Without another word, Cas strode down the hall to his room and shut the door behind him, slumping against it, he took off his shoes, unbuttoned his shirt, stripped his jeans off and flopped down on his soft mattress. Hoping that tomorrow Sam would be able to talk properly.

Sue me guys…I…Regret…I mean, this part wasn’t too sad…But…Trust me, I plan on killing you guys at some point ;3

@theinsidiouscinnamonroll @strudle-cutie-4427 @tactileintrovertedace @glowingdean @jimminovak @alexfierrno @charlotteofcamelot @prayforjensen Reblogging this chapter would also make my day <3

daisuga; home is lazy sunday afternoons with you, years and years from now.

“Daichi, can you pass me my tea?”


Socked feet nudge against his back. “Daaaiiiiichiiiiiii!”

Squirming to stop Suga from assaulting him more with his feet, Daichi relents, reaching across the table for the mug. “Why did you put it there when you’re sitting behind me?”

“Because you make such a good foot rest, darling.” Suga winks at him wtih that silly grin of his. Daichi just shakes his head.

They fall back into comfortable silence, the sound of afternoon traffic muffled from the half-closed windows. Taro lays curled up next to Daichi, half inside the kotatsu and huffing slightly every so often in her dreams. Daichi strokes her smooth fur absentmindedly as he flips through his newspaper. Behind him, sitting with his knees pulled up and in a way that can’t be good for his back, Suga scrolls down his tablet at all the magazines and e-newsletters he subscribed to. It’s a slow sunday afternoon, the weather outside too muggy and their schedules finally allowing for a day in. 

As he’s flipping the page, a yawn interrupts Daichi. He feels Suga shift behind him, until he’s sitting up with both legs on either side of Daichi, tablet thrown onto the couch cushions. Daichi hears a yawn echoing his own.

“All your fault, Daichi,” Suga says, resting his elbows on Daichi’s shoulders.

Tilting his head up to catch Suga’s drowsy expression, Daichi smiles. “Sorry.” 

Suga hums, a finger poking Daichi’s nose idly. His hair’s grown longer, messily framing his face when he doesn’t tuck it behind his ears. But the regal cheekbones are the same, the proud nose, that trademark mole under his left eye. But those large hazel eyes are the same, the way they burn sunlight into Daichi whenever they turn his way, the way they seem to glow whenever Suga smiled.

“Daichi,” Suga says, his voice low and mellow, and Daichi blinks slowly. “Daichi, we’re turning into old men, aren’t we?”

Taro startles awake at the sound of Daichi’s laughter, but she only spares the two of a single glance before padding over to another corner of the kotatsu and settling herself under it. Suga grins down at Daichi, his fingers warm where they hold Daichi’s jaw. Their lips meet upside down, but even with their eyes closed and mirth still tugging at the edges of their mouths, they find their way. 

They find their way home. 

“[love letter to self]

i don’t think so. but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewellery? i forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. i see you, tender even on your hardest days. i forgive you, waiting for him to call, i forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends. especially for that one time you said ‘i fucking give up on love, it’s not worth it, i’d rather be alone forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i know you didn’t mean that. your body, your mouth, your heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.”

Warsan Shire, “and were you being good to yourself?”

For everyone wondering if the Legends even told Lisa that Leonard died, I can guarantee you that they did. The reason why they did not tell Barry was because their relationship was so overlooked. Leonard was never really open about his feelings, and might not have even told the Legends that his relationship with Barry went from “I’m going to kill you” type of hero/villain relationship to “there’s good in you, I have faith in you” kind of relationship.
The only person the Legends knew that was close with Leonard was Lisa, and Sara wouldn’t NOT tell her (considering how she was with her own sisters death), so they had to have told her.

The reason why Barry wasn’t told was because no one knew how much he truly cared about him.

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry, I don't mean to be a killjoy. I'm just curious. You don't ship Junhan anymore? TT

LOL all good you’re no killjoy! and i’m on and off tbh, as long as junhan continues to have moments i will continue to squeal :D like for eg:

this r00d. i didn’t appreciate the look jeonghan gave jun right before they started 

NOR did i appreciate the ‘lets pull jun real close and then tilt my head’ thing jeonghan had going on. in fact, no other member did that, so why did he have to do it? <- engrave that on my tombstone, i need answers

i also didn’t appreciate jeonghan’s gaze when jun was ‘confessing’. n o p e

and lastly this cute hug was revolting

Have you ever been tempted to lose heart because God didn’t answer a critical prayer for you? If prayers so close to God’s heart are going to be unanswered, then why pray? Dealing with the “why did God allow that” is never easy. Discouragement creates fertile soil for the weeds of doubt, fear, unbelief, and compromise to grow.
In Galatians 6:9, Paul tells us, “And let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we shall reap if we do not grow weary.
I love the way Philip Yancey puts it, "The alternative to disappointment with God seems to be disappointment without God.” The uncertainty of life can only be handled by a tough, resilient faith in a God who knows what He is doing.

and were you good to yourself?

[love letter to self]

i don’t think so. but, i forgive you, girl, who tallied stretch marks into reasons why no one should get close. i forgive you, silly girl, sweet breath, decent by default. i forgive you for being afraid. did everything betray you? even the rain you love so much made rust out of your jewellery? i forgive you, soft spoken girl speaking with fake brash voice, fooling no one. i see you, tender even on your hardest days. i forgive you, waiting for him to call, i forgive you, the diets and the cruel friends.  especially for that one time you said ‘i fucking give up on love, it’s not worth it, i’d rather be alone forever’. you were just pretending, weren’t you? i know you didn’t mean that. your body, your mouth, your heart, made specifically for loving. sometimes the things we love, will kill us, but weren’t we dying anyway? i forgive you for being something that will eventually die. perishable goods, fading out slowly, little human, i wouldn’t want to be in a world where you don’t exist.

Advice (Final Rose)

“May I speak with you?”

Lightning gestured at the seat on the other side of her desk. “Of course.” Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly as Glynda closed the door behind her and locked it. “I’m going to assume that this is personal.”

“It is.” Glynda sat down and fidgeted with her riding crop. “I have a… personal matter that I would like your advice about.”

Lightning fought the urge to sigh. Why did people think asking her about personal matters was a good idea? She wasn’t completely oblivious as to her own shortcomings. When it came to relationships and emotions, she went between being an elephant and a hedgehog. She had a tendency to either trample the emotions and feelings of those around her or to withdraw from them completely. It wasn’t on purpose, and she had gotten a lot better since her teenage years, but she was hardly an expert on personal matters. Serah and Lumina would both have been more suitable than her. Heck, even Vanille would have been a better choice than her, provided the Faunus didn’t go off on some insane tangent.

“I see.” Lightning studied Glynda more closely. The other woman was most definitely nervous. “I’m going to assume that this is about Ozpin.”

“What?” Glynda screeched. “How do you… how do you know about that?”

Lightning stared. “Glynda, I don’t think there’s any member of staff who doesn’t at least suspect. Plus, you’re forgetting how much Saviour amplifies and sharpens my senses. You’re very good at concealing your Aura and any changes to it, but whenever I transform, I can sense the subtle changes that usually accompany people who are in a long term physical and emotional relationship.” She paused. “Plus, I once saw you stumble out of Ozpin’s office looking very much like a woman who has, shall we say, enjoyed herself thoroughly.”

Glynda was silent for a solid two minutes before finally finding the nerve to speak again. Her face was also bright, bright red. “I… okay. I should stop asking how people know and just accept that they do. Do you approve?”

Lightning shrugged. “I have no objections. Neither you nor Ozpin have neglected your duties to Beacon. To be honest, I’m happy for you both.” Her expression softened. “This world can be… harsh. We should try to find some happiness while we can. Anyway, what did you want to ask me about?”

“How… how is it being a mother?” Glynda asked softly. “How do you balance that with being a huntress… and… and how do you cope when your children have such… unique characteristics.”

“Unique? That’s one way to put it,” Lightning murmured. “Are you thinking of having children, Glynda?”

“Yes,” the other woman replied. “I’ve already spoken to Vanille about it.”

“Then you’re in good hands. Vanille might be odd most of the time, but she’s the best there is at what she does, and she does almost everything.” Lightning drummed her fingers on the top of her desk. “To be honest, you’ll have an easier time of it than I did. You’re an instructor here, so although you go out on missions, it’s not something you do all the time. I’m also going to assume that you and Ozpin are in a strong financial position.”

“We are.”

“Then that’s one less thing to worry about. With Diana and Averia, the toughest part was having to go out on missions. Fang and I did our best to make sure that one of us was always there, and we did cut back on longer missions as much as we could although there were some we couldn’t turn down.” Lightning and Fang were simply too powerful to not make good use of in the war against the Grimm. “It helped a lot that we had a strong support network. My sisters were always happy to watch the kids, as were the members of their team and my team. Summer and her team were also glad to help. That’s part of why Fang and I decided to take teaching jobs. We would prefer to lessen the strain our jobs put on Taren, especially since he doesn’t have a sibling closer to him in age to help him out the way Averia and Diana always stuck together.”


“The most important thing is having a strong support network, people you can rely on and trust. No matter how much you plan, you’re going to get caught out sometimes. You’ll need people you can just call to pick up the kids or watch them for a while.” Lightning reached over and patted Glynda’s hand. “You can count on a lot of people at Beacon, Glynda. You and Ozpin won’t be alone in raising any children you have.” Her lips twitched. “But, seriously, if you need a babysitter, call me or Fang before calling Vanille. Before you know it, she’ll turn the kid into another one of her minions.”

“Like Diana?”

“Look, I love how close Diana and Vanille are. It’s great because Diana, well, she gets science and technology in a way that only people like Vanille and Hope do. But I do worry. Do you have any idea how concerning it is when you see your seven-year-old daughter cackling beside a weapon of mass destruction that she just helped her aunt build? Yeah. It’s worrying.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Glynda said, smiling. “Would it be all right if came back later to ask more questions?”

“Go for it,” Lightning said. “Oh, and you’ll have another advantage that Fang and I never had.”


“Your kids probably won’t have a brawl in which they both transform and level the backyard.”

“Ah, right.”