’ Call it what you will… fate… destiny… ’
’ You smell that? Take a deep breath through the nose. ’
’ Really let that seep in. ’
’ What are you getting? ’
’ Your thoughts? ’
’ I don’t know why, but overall it just smells like the color brown. ’
’ I could get used to a view like this. ’
’ Yep, I’m used to it. Guys I want a castle. ’
’ Great. Now I’m the bad guy. ’
’ Look in that mirror. ’
’ I see a strong, confident, beautiful young lady. ’
’ Oh look, you’re here too. ’
’ Skip the drama, stay with Mama! ’
’ This is the story of how I died. ’
’ Don’t worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn’t even mine. ’
’ Oh… oh no… where is my satchel? ’
’ I’ve hidden it. Somewhere you’ll never find it. ’
’ It’s in that pot, isn’t it? ’
’ I’m just teasing! ’
’ How you manage to do that every single day without fail! ’
’ It looks absolutely exhausting, darling! ’
’ Then I don’t know why it takes so long. ’
’ Oh, it’s nothing. ’
’ Who are you, and how did you find me? ’
’ I know not who you are, nor how I came to find you. ’
’ May I just say… Hi. How ya doin’? ’
’ You were my new dream. ’
’ You should know that this is the strangest thing I’ve ever done! ’
’ Let’s just assume for the moment that everyone in here doesn’t like me! ’
’ How ‘bout best two out of three? ’
’ Who’s that? ’
’ They don’t like me. ’
’ Too weak to handle myself out there, huh, ______? ’
’ Go. Live your dream. ’
’ Your dream stinks. I was talking to her. ’
’ I was saying tomorrow is a really big day, and you didn’t really respond. ’
’ I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year. ’
’ No no no, can’t be. ’
’ That’s the funny thing about birthdays, they’re kind of an annual thing. ’
’ You know how I feel about the mumbling. ’
’ Blah blah blah blah blah, it’s very annoying! ’
’ I’m just teasing, you’re adorable. ’
’ I love you so much, darling. ’
’ Let me just get this straight. ’
’ I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you’ll give me back my satchel? ’
’ When I promise something, I never ever break that promise. ’
’ I didn’t want to have to do this, but you leave me no choice. ’
’ This is kind of an off-day for me. This doesn’t normally happen. ’
’ Fine! I’ll take you to see the lanterns. ’
’ You broke my smolder. ’
’ Here comes the smolder. ’
’ This is bad, this is very very bad, this is really bad… ’
’ They just can’t get my nose right! ’
’ Who cares? ’
’ Well, it’s easy for you to say… ’
’ The party lasted an entire week, and honestly, I don’t remember most of it. ’
’ I’ve been dreaming about them my entire life! ’
’ Haven’t any of you ever had a dream? ’
’ What’s your dream? ’
’ Sorry, boys. I don’t sing. ’
’ Well, I hope you’re here to apologize. ’
’ I have something for you too. ’
’ I should have given it to you before, but I was scared. ’
’ And the thing is, I’m not scared anymore. ’
’ You know what I mean? ’
’ All right, okay, give me a boost, and I’ll pull you up. ’
’ I just… I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, you don’t… trust me? ’
’ Sorry… my hands are full. ’
’ I’ve been looking out of a window for eighteen years. ’
’ And what if it is? What do I do then? ’
’ What if it’s not everything I dreamed it would be? ’
’ Well, that’s the good part I guess. ’
’ You get to go find a new dream. ’
’ That’s a lot of hair. ’
’ Oh, now they’re just being mean. ’
’ I can’t believe I did this! ’
’ I mean, what she doesn’t know won’t kill her, right? ’
’ I have made the decision to trust you. ’
’ So, what do you want with my hair? To cut it? ’
’ Listen, the only thing I want to do with your hair is to get out of it… ’
’ I have a big surprise! ’
’ Did I ever tell you I’ve got a thing for brunettes? ’
’ Is it ruffians? Thugs? Have they come for me? ’
’ Stay calm. It can probably smell fear. ’
’ You should see your faces because you look - ’
’ I didn’t see that coming. ’
’ But I know what the big question is? ’
’ So! Hey can I ask you something? ’
’ Because I’m not gonna lie, that would be stupendous… ’
’ Is there any chance that I’m going to get super strength in my hand? ’
’ Oh. Sorry yes, just… lost in thought I guess. ’
’ Whoaaaa! Somebody get me a glass! ’
’ Frying pans… who knew, right? ’
’ Sorry! Just, don’t… don’t freak out. ’
’ Is that blood in your mustache? ’
’ Look at all the blood in his mustache! ’
’ I can’t help but notice you seem a little at war with yourself here. ’
’ Now, I’m only picking up bits and pieces here, of course. ’
’ A little rebellion, a little adventure, that’s good. Healthy, even. ’
’ I mean, this is serious stuff. ’
’ But let me ease your conscience. This is part of growing up. ’
’ You’re way over thinking this, trust me. ’
’ I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I’m letting you out of the deal. ’
’ What is it going to take for me to get my satchel back? ’
’ You can’t tell anyone about this, okay? ’
’ Well, I’ve gotta say, I didn’t know you had that in you back there. ’
’ Now, I know I’m not supposed to mention the hair. ’
’ Frankly, I’m too scared to ask about the frog. ’
’ If you want to see the lanterns so badly, why haven’t you gone before? ’
’ Why would you ask such a ridiculous question? ’
’ I’ve spent my entire life hiding from people who would use me for my power… ’
’ That criminal is to be hanged for his crimes. ’
’ Hmm. I have magic hair that glows when I sing. ’
Aah, thank you @adamparishe! Hope this will do haha! Sorry if there’s any spelling / punctuation mistakes I hammered it out quite quickly… Anyway;
5) Isak x Even: Things you didn’t say at all -
Winter is starting to settle in again. The cold seeping through the thin windows of the flatshare, the hours of light getting shorter and shorter. It’s been almost a year since he first saw Even. Almost a year since kosegruppe, since the bathrooms where Even stole all the paper towels and still managed to make Isak like him.
Even spends most nights in Isak’s bed, now. Wakes up with him in the mornings, crowds him into the bed in the evenings. Even at night is all long limbs and blanket thievery, and Isak wouldn’t change it for anything. Couldn’t imagine having it any other way.
Isak can’t remember the last time he saw Even go home; he’s with Isak enough that he has his own drawer in the chest, and his own space in the cupboards. Seeing it all - seeing the space that Even has carved out in Isak’s life - still makes Isak’s chest contract with something he doesn’t have a name for.
Well, that’s not quite true.
Isak has a name for it, lodged in the back of his throat at any given point. I love you, he thinks. I love you, I love you, I love you.
The first time Mulder came close to telling Scully he loved her
was not the night Stella told him to do so. It was also not over a
bouquet of flowers at a candlelit restaurant, the two of them smiling nervously
at a wobbly table as a waiter placed a plastic pie slice under the leg.
It was not on a navy blue night beneath the stars, backs against the warm
hood of a car, her gaze following his finger in awe as he pointed here and
there. It was not sitting side by side in a movie theater, her little
hand reaching over to place pieces of popcorn on his tongue while he pretended
to be annoyed that she wouldn’t let him hold the tub. It was none of the
times or places Mulder had been telling himself he was waiting for.
Instead, it was in a standard-issue Ford Taurus the color of a
curbside TV screen, seats that stunk of the four-month-old coffee spill that
was still holding a grudge over its gruesome demise. Mulder was driving
under the influence of a splitting headache having lost a coin toss. It
was one of those days they’d come up so short, run in such perfect circles,
that neither of them could face the finality of turning that key, pulling up
that emergency brake.
Of course, sometimes Scully’s mere presence, her sticky red lips
and stiff-postured strut, was enough to make unromantic settings seem romantic.
After all, that’s how he’d fallen in love with her in the first place.
Freezer lockers in Alaska, rocks in the middle of monster-infested lakes,
sometimes even his crusty basement office went pink and fuzzy late at night
when she looked up at him a certain way. This wasn’t like that either.
Yes, he’d almost gotten high on a single toke of her perfume when
he leaned over her shoulder to study the gravesite earlier, but that cautiously
applied dab had long faded. And yes, he’d pretended this morning that the
umbrella was narrower than he knew it to be just so he could hook his arm
around her waist and iron the curve of it against him, but that drizzle had
long since dried up. By the end of the day, she was just his partner,
someone who argued with him compulsively and who always had to pee and yet still
never wanted to stop when he did, someone he’d have been happy to hand a bus
pass had there been any buses to take.
She slouched beside him performing a symphony of chap-lipped sighs
as the radio station – the one she’d decided was her best and only hope about
ten minutes ago – failed her with its sorry static and decades-old
songs, the stubborn soundtrack that belonged to every dark, lonely stretch of
land he’d ever been to. The last thing he expected, fifty miles from the
nearest sign of civilization and twelve hours from the nearest decent mood, was
to remember he loved her.
So this is a sneak peak to the fic that I am writing, it’s basically The Final Problem redone how it should have occurred. If you’d like some real johnlock burns, see if you like it thanks!
“Where is he? I need to see him,” Sherlock pushed past the nurses and people in the crowded hospital hallway, “John!”
The clock slows, a second feels like a minute, and a minute feels like an eternity. His entire world implodes right before his eyes, the puzzle is undone. There is no where to go, his only home is lying right in front of him on a bed unconscious. The small crack in the mirror just shattered it all into a million pieces, there’s nothing he can do. The pieces are alienated to what they were before, they will never fit together again. His whole world is shattered into the bits that used to be his heart, it’s on fire now. Turning into ashes, never to be fixed again.
A hand grabs Sherlock by the shoulder, pulls him around, and braces him in a hug. The pieces aren’t together now, but at least they are all in one place.
“I need to see him, I-I need,” Whimpers and cries escape his lips as he extends his hand to point in front of him.
“I know, I know. It’s going to be alright, Sherlock,” Mycroft holds his little brother in his arms while trying not to feel the pain himself, this is a tragedy. This is menacing, the only person Sherlock Holmes has ever truly loved is about to be on a slab.
Mycroft lets Sherlock go as Lestrade arrives after running up the stairs and down the long hallway, he nods to Lestrade to seat Sherlock and watch him. It’s time to be the British Government.
Over all of the beeps and chatter of nurses and doctors, all Mycroft can hear are his own footsteps leading up to the room, and in that room, John Watson’s descending heartbeat. Even the shouting and demands of the doctors doesn’t make it fade away, because the most important thing to Sherlock Holmes is right there, nearly bleeding out and almost dead. It was by God an almost perfect shot, but that’s to expected from their little sister, never failing to succeed. And here she is, after all those years, still taking the most important thing from their brother dear.
It’s not in his agenda to watch John Watson die, Mycroft turns on his heels and marches outside. In an instant, his phone is to his ear and orders are being shot. The best surgeon, doctors, and every excellent medical person ever is to be at John’s side immediately. No, stupid secretary lady, he doesn’t care if it takes waking up the whole world, John Watson needs to live. One last shout, and it’s done. One last tear, one last fret from the broken boy’s heart, and the rest of the world will hear him cry. This is the love of Sherlock Holmes’ life on the line, and Sherlock can’t survive without him. Mycroft can’t survive without Sherlock.
“Bleed me dry, mark me up with the death’s of angels, let him live,” Mycroft whispers with his face in his hands, “Don’t do this to him again, he doesn’t deserve it,”
Just as Mycroft finishes breathing out that last word, a loud blare comes from inside John’s room, more shouting and cluttering noise. He’s flatlined, no heartbeat, and no life.
Sherlock jumps up from his seat and charges at the open doorway, but is stopped right in front of it by Mycroft’s arms holding him back. Sherlock crumbles to the floor in tears as he watches the nurses try to restart his heart. He cries, and begs for him to stay, but there’s nothing he can do.
hello hello! do you know of any good fics that'll make me cry my heart out at one in the morning?
i know exactly what you mean and i am here for you bby
On the Other Side It’s Me by hotcocoa “Iwa-chan?” Tooru says softly. Hajime hums in acknowledgment, loathe to break the comfortable silence they’ve settled into. Tooru hesitates a moment before speaking again. “Do you think…I’ll be a good king?” Hajime sits up, immediately recognizing that this isn’t a casual question. It’s not something they talk about often, and when they do, it’s usually late at night like this, when Oikawa’s insecurities become too heavy to bear by himself. Hajime only wishes he wouldn’t wait until he’s collapsing to lean on him. “Of course you will be,” Hajime replies just as softly. “You’re incredibly strong, Oikawa, stronger than anyone I know. And you have a good heart.” Tooru huffs out a humorless laugh. “Do I, Hajime?” Hajime frowns. “Yes,” he says firmly, “you do.” (oneshot, rated M, 3k) (warning major character death) - i cried happy and sad tears at the same time after reading this
quiet and sad and happy by norio Sometimes, Bokuto would wait for Akaashi at early morning practice. Bokuto could practice by himself, of course, or jog a lap around the school. But he thought it’d suck for Akaashi to have to practice alone. If he waited long enough, the heavy door would always creak open and a ray of light would always shine into the room. (oneshot, rated G, drabble) (warning major character death) - i’ve been thinking about this fic for the past 15 years
again by bigspoonnoyaBoth your deaths in this universe have failed. “Failed…” Kageyama echoes. The word seems to hurt him. “How can you fail at dying?” Hinata asks, incredulous. Luckily you have an infinite selection of universes, with an extensive number of lifetimes, still remaining. Until you can save one another, you will never grow old. (oneshot, rated M, 15k) (warning major character death) - so like this may be one of the best thing i have ever read
have mercy on me by hiuythn Hajime looks at the black and white slides, takes in the way the plant grows uninhibited inside him. He presses a hand to his ribcage. It doesn’t even feel like there’s anything wrong. He wants to laugh. When did he even fall for that volleyball idiot? Or, Hajime gets the Hanahaki disease. Born from unrequited love, the patient throws up flowers and could suffocate if not treated. The infection can be removed through surgery, but the feelings disappear along with the petals. (oneshot, rated T, 10k) - i never knew i needed this until i read it and my heart did the cLENCHy thing a lot
and as the years go by, i’ll think of you and sigh by readbetweenthelions Bokuto and Kuroo are counselors at a boys’ summer camp for an entire summer. They aren’t technically allowed to have counselor-counselor relationships, but, well, Kuroo’s never been much for rules. (oneshot, rated E, 20k) - wowie this one stung
my two worlds collide :)))) this isn’t strictly karasuno, just characters in the story that resemble the boys!
warning: spoilers ahead!! and also… i get a little. .…carried….away
S.Coups as Daichi Sawamura
MY TWO GRANDPAS I’M SO READY. as kind and fair leaders, daichi and seungcheol are inevitably very, very similar. in daichi’s approach with tobio and hinata when they first joined, coupled seungcheol’s way of uniting the boys to talk about their issues as frequently and fervently as possible, these two are the epitome of father material. daichi is never afraid to be vocal with the team on and off the court, and naturally is the voice of the entire team when needed. for seungcheol, despite being the youngest member in his family, was promised to debut with multiple groups time and time again, until finally he was put on hold with the rest of the seventeen boys. what this did was allow him to practice his patience and growth as a person, but as well, grow familiar and as an older brother figure for the boys as years went on. maturity aside, both of these boys are easily excitable and love it when their members are having a great time. with their relationship from their same age friends (suga and asahi, jeonghan and jisoo) to the younger guys on the team, they are an amicable sidekick and company to be around, and although they need to be serious on and off the court/camera for the sake of professionalism and victory, these two “old men” are two very dorky and clumsy guys at heart.
Jeonghan as Koshi Sugawara
THEY’RE ANGELS AND THEY FUCKING KNOW IT. but don’t be fooled. jeonghan can tend to be a little shit disturber at times cheeky at times (cheating, cheating, and more cheating) and suga sometimes does enjoy joining in on the banter with the second years, thus making them the most innocent (“wait, who me?” puppy eyes) older brothers out there. but with that aside, both are extremely caring towards the rest of the team and are undoubtedly the mother figures. sugawara, being assistant captain, knows each and every one of his teammates’ strengths and weakness, and always, always, has a sense of calm and patience, slowing the game down to his pace. despite losing his starting position to tobio when he came, he never once had a harsh attitude towards him and instead, cheered him on and did his part when he needed to step in. jeonghan is by far, the biggest mom figure in seventeen, and is extremely affectionate with everyone in the group. kind and attentive, he loves to compliment and tease his members “dino nugu aegi” and is enthusiastic in all their projects. he never seems to complain and be in a genuinely bad mood, like, ever. both are extremely reliable and have a bond with all of their members, making them both the soft, angelic, yet fun-loving members of the group.
Joshua as Asahi Azumane
i put 95-line as the third years do you hear me sob bi ng ASAHI AND JISOO ARE BOTH SO SOFT, SOFT, SOFT, and are the kings of humility. jisoo is seriously the nicest, most soft-spoken, and easygoing person ever. he will never go out of his way to seriously boast about something nor will he claim a title as his own. we all know he’s a mama’s boy and an extremely soft person, resembling a kitten, almost. he loves to embrace his members and his bond with the 95-line is so, so precious. however, on stage, his demeanour is extremely different. he works so hard with his music and has such a determination to make sure everything is perfect, namely being the one to arrange all the acoustic versions of their songs, and making sure to monitor himself extremely closely after every recording. he works hard on his craft and does his best to benefit the team around him, being the master of humility and is undoubtedly in love with love itself. asahi, on the other hand, and a clear difference between the two, looks extremely different from how he is on the inside. being mistaken for a convict, or a third-year that had to repeat school a couple times, or a gangster, he’s 180 degrees different from his appearnce. like jisoo, he cares extremely how he is on the court and makes sure to do his absolute best to benefit his team. being the ace, he never really claimed that title as his and has a hard time believing in his abilities until the near end. he’s so precious to the team, and with his “glass heart”, he’s literally a child that needs to be protected at ALL TIME. these two are extremely soft and kind, knowing no limits to hard work and dedication at their craft to make sure their team comes out on top.
Jun as Toru Oikawa
pROFESSIONAL PANTY DROPPERS. literally the two biggest shits on the face of the earth. jun was the first person i matched a character with because i had no freaking doubt in my head that he was going to be oikawa. toru is damn fucking good at volleyball–and he knows it. he knows that he’s the grand king and isn’t afraid to walk around like it, even off the court. besides from being a cocky ass little shit though (jks i love my king), he’s such a good captain and is also the king of POSITIVITY. even if he makes a bad set or misplaces a serve, he has no doubt in knowing the next play will be different. you know who else is the king of positivity? WEN JUNHUI. WEN. JUN. HUI. during one fine day, when they were literally all quarantined in an island away from home and forced to give up their personal belongings for a period of time, he was such a trooper and a cheerleader for the rest of the trip there. he never failed in complimenting mingyu and his skills (literally when asked to pick 3 things to bring with him to a deserted island, he chose mingyu, mingyu, and mingyu), always helped out in various things like cooking, making freaking sashimi, starting the fire, and cleaning. but on stage.… BOI. he’s legit a sex machine. like not fucking kidding. he’s fucking hot and he knows it. in 17 project, one of the things the mentor told him was to work on his facial expressions, and this boy fucking did. the way he bites his lips, the way he droops his eyes, the way he walks on stage, his poise and confidence is so prevalent and is, without a doubt, a visual to be reckoned with. with oikawa, despite being one of the best u-18 setters in the country, arguably the best in his prefecture, and having the pressure that comes with it, he carries himself with such poise and confidence knowing that he fully has the ability to help his team and make them amazing. these two are confident, positive, and work extremely hard at what they do to better everyone that is relying on them and are undoubtedly panty wetters havE U SEEN OIKAWA WITH GLASSES IM DECEASED.
Hoshi as Yu Nishinoya
NOYA M Y LOVE I LOVE YOU OSM U HC my svt bias wrecker and my haikyuu bias why do i do this to myself ffs. out of all of these matches, i think this one is the most spot-on, personality wise. noya is such a FREAKING FIRECRACKER, and is literally the second loudest character on this entire show despite having such tight competition whaddup bokuto, tanaka. he loves volleyball so. much. i’m literally not surprised if this kid sleeps with his uniform still on. but with that being said, as much as he loves it, his bond and love for his members are unparalleled. in the beginning, he refused to come back as libero if asahi wasn’t going to return, but eventually found himself too connected with volleyball to not be on the team. in every practice, he’s always testing out his moves and giving it nICKNAMES LIEK GFDIJ I LVOE YOU like fucking “ROLLING THUNDER!!!” like what even?? him, tanaka, and hinata love riling shit up and having a good time with what they do. so with soonyoung, you can tell that dance is his entire life. he said one time that he doesn’t know what his life would be without dance. soonyoung legit ALWAYS HAS ENERGY, like the members literally wake him up with “fighting!”. these characters are both extremely boisterous and friendly. noya made extremely quick friends with hinata and still initiates conversations with tsuki and tobio regardless if they’re interested or not. soonyoung, on the other hand as well, LOVES HIS UNIT SO MUCH MY HEART. on one fine day, bc minghao was sick and couldn’t really leave the house, hoshi would find things for him to do like help him peel stuff for dinner or bring him bites of the food they were making outside. chan looks up to him legit like an older brother and him and jun are the same age, making them have a brotherly, best friend-type bond. but with that being said, the second both characters step on their respective stages, everything changes. noya is such a beast, always looking to better his game as a libero, like when he figured out how to set from behind the line, or when he did the thING YOU KNOW THE THING AGAINST SHIRATORIZAWA WHEN USHIJIMA DID THE THING AND THEN NOYA DID THE THING BACK AND THEN HE DID THE THING AGAIN YOU KNOW WHAT I’M TALKIGN ABOUT and his entire team legitimately depends on him for receiving some of the best players in the entire country’s spikes and he never fails to back them up. with hoshi, he brings a different dynamic to the group. he choreographs everything and admits to making the most mistakes during practice because he has everyone’s dance parts in his head tell me that isn’t the purest fucking thing you’ve ever heard in your life. on stage, he’s so fuc kign h ot have you seen his stage at the boys wish concert goodbye!!!! these two have the most boisterous personalities, with abilities to befriend almost everyone. both love a sense of competition and leading the team with their athletic abilities, all the while having a true, true love for what they do.
i’m getting so fucking carried away i’m not even sorry
Wonwoo as Tobio Kageyama
if you began to think i was going crazy, you haven’t even seen my final form cus wonwoo’s my svt bias and tobio is my haikyuu bias wrecker good luck reader my two dark hair, dark eyed beauties. rather than having the exact same personality, i think these two resemble each other in appearance, the way they carry themselves and how they are when the begin to open up. tobio has always been good, exceptional even, at volleyball. named “king of the court” before he even got to high school, he always had an immense amount of pressure on him. however, for him and wonwoo, they both get mistaken as being solely and strictly cold-hearted bastards because of their first impressions and the difficulty they have expressing themselves. kageyama was first portrayed as a cocky and hard-to-get-along-with kind of character, always to engulfed in volleyball, but that’s not the case as the series progresses. no, he doesn’t become an extremely boisterous or outgoing character, but he no longer has such a demeanour around him. you can see him visibly wanting to spend more time around his teammates and he loves. the. game. so. much. he looks to make his game the best it can possibly be every single time and all his life, hasn’t really known anything besides volleyball until karasuno came along im SOBBING. with wonwoo, his sharp features and handsome face gives off the vibe of being the cold, scary pretty face that doesn’t really want to be around others, but when seen around his members, and members like hoshi, miNGYU, jun (members that are very opposite of his shy self and can bring him out more), him and his stupid freaking jokes will always be heard. through variety shows and time spent around the boys, we get to see garden fairy wonwoo, seventeen’s main bgm provider wonwoo, and palryongjung middle school dancing machine wonwoo, and we know he isn’t, and never was the cold-hearted boy we was thought out to be. when they get onto their stages, they’re both extremely charismatic and amazing at what they do. hallucination boy wonwoo has an aura around him with his voICE and the way he feels the rhythm as a rapper that makes him so underrated, until he got a solo freaking stage that he definitely deserved. with tobio, everytime he steps on the court, his walls come down and his focus is insane. everyone fears him on the other side and would much rather have him on theirs, knowing full well how capable he is of being one of the best setters in the country. however, these two boys have a history that they both would like to forget. and although it’s tough to talk about it with wonwoo, they made mistakes in the past and were given a reputation that they would both like override. for wonwoo, it was being someone that was wholesome and capable of hate, and tobio was known to be a horrible teammate and captain, eyes set solely for victory and nothing else. but as time went on, upon meeting their members now, they have the urge to become more than what they were and use the people around them as family, bettering themselves each day as both people and at what they do.
Woozi as Kenma Kozume
MY LITTLE KITTENS!! ok these two are also extremely similar in both looks and demeanour. while both seemingly uninterested in a lot of things and not wanting to be outrightly the center of attention, they are both extreme geniuses at what they do. kenma legit never loses his cool and doesn’t often voice his opinions. despite being like this though, he very much draws in friends that are complete??? opposite?? of??? him?? like hinata?? they have such a cute bond shoot me like as quiet, reserved, and uninterested as he may seem, he’s complimented well with people that are different from him and has an extremely kind heart on the inside. with jihoon, he doesn’t seem to care a lot abt stuff cue him beating mingyu up with a guitar cue him plotting cheol’s death everytime he makes him do aegyo but he’s so fucking cute and he DOESN’T EVEN KNOW IT. but when they’re put to work with their craft, these two are the best at it. rather than being an amazing volleyball player, and rather than being an exceptional singer, they have incredible overall sports knowledge and musicianship respectively. kenma has amazing volleyball iq and sense of the game that he always knows what he’s supposed to be doing, where he needs to go to receive a ball and how to juggle his play to make the players on his side of the court better, making up for his physique and build. with jihoon, he literally is in charge of seventeen’s success, if you really really think about it. definitely not saying that no one else puts in any work, but jihoon does the most of it when it comes to their title songs and side tracks, putting this immense pressure on him to have to do well and make sure that seventeen succeeds with the songs he writes. 90% of his time is spent in the studio and his hard work has paid off so much. as a musician, he deserves so much praise for his hard work and talent!! like he plays fucking like 52 instruments and can even rap??? like what? stan jihoon guys stan jihoon overall, these two characters, though seemingly bored and tired most of the time, are hardworkers and blend extremely well with their group, all the while being fucking underrated yet TALENTED at what they do.
No matter the struggle, his 23rd candle must be lit on a cake made with your own two hands.
A/N: This took longer than I’d hoped sigh but I had to do something for our hope. It may be rushed but nevertheless, Happy belated birthday sunshine.
No it can’t be the 18th.
You blinked, once,
Digging the heel of your
palm into your eye, rubbing away the sleep in hopes it was the reason why you
were seeing a glaring 18 on your phone screen, just below the time, an ungodly
hour of 8:02 in the chilly morning.
See, it couldn’t be the
18th because that’s the day your beloved, fast asleep and snoring
obnoxiously, albeit adorably into your shoulder, turns 23; the day you’d have
been frolicking around in since 9am in the bitter morning gathering all his
friends- mostly to force party errands on- and pouring all your love into cake
batter- strictly vanilla. He said he hates chocolate. Well actually he said he
doesn’t like too much chocolate at once but that’s baloney and roughly
translates to a fake chocolate fan.
But by George if memory
served you right, today was Friday not Saturday and you could buy everything
you needed without a time constraint breathing down your neck.
You nudged Hoseok’s head
slightly, letting it loll onto the edge of the pillow as you reached over his
frame to grasp the charging phone tucked under his pillow- black, shiny and
new. His unfair ass wouldn’t let you buy new shoes but the very next day signed
a contract with the devil for a $700 phone and unlimited data all for himself.
That’s why he gets a
shitty-non-chocolate cake and no present.
You spent a second
trying to find the lock button, still hazy with sleep and victim to habit of an
old and tragically outdated iPhone, but soon enough the screen alit and your
No, you weren’t still
cloaked in slumber’s illusion, nor had your phone somehow skipped a day in its
calendar, it was in fact 8:02am on Saturday, the 18th of February.
alright look i’ve just got a sadcanon today so ://// ((lmao @ past me you’re in for a wild ride))
being born as the author does entail some special traits when it comes to writing, and that even affected the implements. edward has ink pens for all of his characters. there’s a very good reason that he has to differentiate, and that’s because, simply put, when the ink runs out, the character dies. usually he’s really good at timing the end of a pen with the end of a life, but that’s because he’s got some practice. he’d estimate that he’s gone through maybe a couple hundred pens total during the twenty-four years of his life so far. (he is a writer, after all.) one day, he decides to write a new character into existence, a kind one, one with a patient smile and a friendly demeanour. they were part of a story, originally, just a side character to balance out the dark secrets that everyone else in that novel had, but, slowly but surely, he becomes incredibly fond of them, even choosing to reveal himself to them one day and rapidly becoming a close friend. one thing he decides not to divulge, however, is the knowledge that he wrote them into existence. why do they need to know about that? a bit of dramatic irony never hurts, right? he does keeps writing for them, of course, because if there’s one thing he can’t stand, it’s static characterisation (he is an author after all). as time goes by, he steadily gets more and more attached to this person. he wrote them with compassion and kindness and loyalty and generosity, and so of course he loves them to pieces. over the span of years, he keeps writing for them, doing so sparingly, because they’re starting to become more and more human. (and to be honest, he feels a tiny shred of guilt, because they don’t even know that he created their story and they think that they’ve just been going through life on their own and that’s not really fair, is it?) but he never fails to shake off that pang of conscience because it’s fine, right? they’re the best friend he’s ever had, he loves them, he’d never intentionally hurt them. he still never wants to realise why he still feels so bad about it, though. of course, no one can keep a secret forever, and a bit of inevitability happens. his favourite creation, his best friend, finds the stack of notebooks crammed in the back of a bookshelf, all the notebooks that contain all the things the author ever wrote about them, including the actual lines where he first wrote them into existence. it absolutely destroys them. they confront him, a few of the dozens of notebooks clutched in their shaking hand. they shout, “edward, how could you do this to me?” and he can feel himself breaking, just a little bit. is this what it’s like when he writes? is this what his characters feel when he finalises their husband’s or their wife’s death? that’s a really good question, he thinks. how could he do this? panic gives way to fear, which eventually yields to anger. why in the hell would they be so angry about it? he made them the best person humanly possible, with no shortage of good traits and only a few of the bad. he didn’t give them a tragic backstory, there was no character foil, he even dialed back their hamartia, for god’s sake! sure, he may have neglected to mention this teensy little unimportant fact, but his writing had been superb on the day he’d dreamt them up! of course, he can only find one logical way to proceed- he needs to write for them again. he needs to make them like him again, to make them agree with his logic. so he picks up what’s left of their notebooks and sets to writing with a pen that he hasn’t touched in years. he’s midway through their heartfelt apology speech when he sees the ink flow stutter. no, no, he thinks, dread starting to set in, i only have to make them see my side, then i can stop writing for them for the rest of their life. i only need to fix this, that’s it, i swear. all i have to do is fix this. please. his hands start to tremble. his vision gets blurry at the edges. in his blind panic, he misspells words, has to cross them out and rewrite them. “so in conclusion, i’ve thought about this, i know it’s your fault, i know you messed up, but it’s okay, i forgi-” the ink stops. nausea rolls in his stomach for a second and he has to blink hard. stifling a sob with the back of his hand, he frantically traces over the indents from the last five letters, praying please, please let it start again. he loses track of how many times he’s gone over the ghosts of the letters. they remain unwritten. after what feels like both a century and a minute, one million tries and still not enough, he gives in. his spine curves over the unfinished notebook, hands clamped over his mouth as tears track down his face, shoulders heaving as he sobs silently over the last words he needed, over the one sentence that he never finished.
YAYYY youre open ;;3;; can i request a nsfw mini fic for Saeran? The plot is what if she wanna give him a surprise chocolate on valentine days butt because Saeyoung saw her making the chocolate, she bribe Saeyoung with making an extra chocolate that makes Saeran jelly and after that is up to you^^ thank you, hope my plot not confuse you 😅
for requesting~! This will be separated into two parts, simply because I don’t
have time to complete it yet, but it’s also been a while since this was
this will still be well-received! My reaction when I saw the req: NICE, we can
get some love for Saeran in here! I claimed it as soon as I saw it (Admin Nao
knows my excitement lololol I see you Nao!)
happily as you set out the ingredients for the chocolate. It was your first
Valentine’s Day with Saeran, and you couldn’t wait to make chocolate for him!
For many years, you’d spent the day alone, so you looked forward to it quite a
Whatcha doing, MC?” Saeyoung mused, peeking in from the doorway.
a bit, startled. “Woah! Saeyoung, you’re back early… I’m just making some
chocolate for Saeran… It’s a surprise though, so don’t tell him! Speaking of
which, do you know what type of chocolate he likes?”
looked forward to Valentine’s Day, you knew that Saeran wasn’t necessarily the
romantic type. But you still wanted to surprise him with chocolate, so you
hadn’t asked for his preferences.
eyes narrowed into a sly squint. “I’ll tell you… for a price!” he smiled,
trying to feign innocence.
I am binging PoI right now, and Root and Harold's relationship will never disinterest me. One thing I notice is when there's ever technical stuff that needs to be done, Root moves aside and allows Harold to do the job. She can do it easily, and if it were anyone else she wouldn't let them touch a terminal (unless it's to watch them fail and make them eat it). It reminds me of how much she reveres Harold and what a special person she believes he is.
Well hello there my absolute new best bud on the internet! I am always ready to talk about how much Root fucking adores, reveres and loves Harold because it inevitably makes me cry and for some reason I subject myself to that repeatedly.
And yes, Root absolutely has so much admiration for Harold’s technological skills! Even back when they first met, she respected him immensely for being the Father of AI, even while simultaneously being supremely condescending and critical of his values and methods. Harold was the first person that she ever respected in her entire life as Root, the first person she thought was even worthy of her attention, the first person she ever thought she would even be able to speak to, and the only person she considered equal to her wrt technological skills. Harold is one of the few people in Root’s life that she thought worthy of actually listening to.
As time went on she came to genuinely adore Harold himself (apart from his impressive coding prowess), and honestly the depth of her love and loyalty towards him is slightly terrifying and wholly mesmerizing. She holds him in such ridiculous high esteem and has such a staggering amount of faith in him.
Let’s look at some Root quotes that demonstrate how much she reveres Harold:
“I’ve been waiting for you my whole life…” (The Contingency, 2x01)
“You’re Harold Finch. You’ll find a way into the system.” (SNAFU, 5x02)
“Like it or not Harry, history is upon you” (BSOD, 5x01)
Hell let’s go all the way back and examine her “I believed you. I believed in you!” from God Mode. Leaving aside the fact that she was legit gonna blow Harold’s brains out a second after she said this, this line is honestly a stunning and very revealing look into how Root sees Harold, because yes she’s upset that she missed her chance to meet God, but she’s also legitimately feeling betrayed about Harold lying to her. Even at this point, she revered him and put him on a pedestal.
And correspondingly, she also demonstrates a deep desire to be accepted by him. Look at her tentative smile as she says “this is nice…” when Harold invites her to work with him in Prophets. Look at how resigned she is in Skip when she thinks Harold is going to throw her out. She disobeyed a direct order from her God in that ep because she needed to keep Harold safe.
And honestly, here’s the thing I find so interesting about Root – it’s that she’s willing to sacrifice herself for what the people she loves believe in. Because yes, she will die for TM, she will die for Shaw, and she will die for Harold. That’s expected. Root takes it one step further however. She is willing to die for what TM, Shaw and Harold believe in. It might not be what she thinks, it might not be what she believes, it’s not her worldview… but it is important to the people that she cares so deeply about, and she’s correspondingly willing to honor that (as long as it doesn’t lead to aforementioned people she loves getting hurt and dying of course).
“You think I don’t care about people, Harold? I’m doing all of this to save you.” (Root Path, 3x17)
Root literally embodies the “I will do anything for you” saying when it comes to the people she loves. She is a magnificent character and I will love her till the end of time.
@sleepingupsidedown <- I blame you for this one
-First off let’s get one thing straight Pidge doesn’t drink because A. Underage and B. Doesn’t like the taste of alcohol so they are the DP (designated pilot)
-Hunk has the best alcohol tolerance and barely ever gets drunk but when he does the kindness skyrockets as if that’s even possible, more hugs, compliments, and he lets everyone know that Lance is his best friend/ brother, and the paladins are also his family but he and Lance are hella tight
-When Shiro gets drunk he becomes a stuttering mess who tries and fails to flirt with Allura, but no worries because he never remembers it in the morning, and he doesn’t really get that terrible of a hangover
-Allura is magnificent in many things but being able to tolerate alcohol is not one of them. She is known as the lightweight™, and she relaxes more and just has a good time with the fam
-Coran is just a mess, he can’t do proper English or any language for that matter (it’s also how the team learned that Coran speaks and reads about 25 different languages fluently and can speak another 5 but it’s slightly more broken and he’s working on it) but he also sobers up really quickly
-Lance and Keith are a different story altogether, it’s like they switch personalities while they’re drunk
-Keith becomes really outgoing, uses wonderful one liners that almost gets him layed many times(but he always says he can’t but thanks the people for offering) how the world may never know, he also becomes a shit post generator. So really when you think about it Keith has 3 levels of drunk and he never remembers anything in the morning
-Lance however gets hit hard by his homesickness, he stops making jokes, he wanders to the edge of the group, starts making excuses to leave in his head, and smiles falsely, hides his hurt whenever he sees Keith flirting with someone and succeeding, because he wishes he were in those alien’s position
-Lance is never able to forget those nights, and each time he grabs a drink he promises he won’t become introverted and every time he succeeds at first until he spots Keith with someone else then it’s game over
-One night while they’re at a neutral trade planet and everyone is enjoying themselves especially Pidge because the others are oh so amusing
-Allura is the first one to go down and starts to laugh openly more and more
-It keeps progressing until everyone but Pidge is drunk, and suddenly Keith suggest they start a game
-Whoever gets the no nonsense bartender to exchange numbers, names, and a promise to talk, will receive whatever they wish from one of the players
-Pidge is immediately determined the judge, and the game begins
-Coran goes first and all he receives is the bartender asking if he wants a shuttle called for him which offends Coran, so he walks away back to the table and claims he is din (read as done)
-Allura goes next and while she’s relaxed and happy, she and the bartender just don’t really click, they would defend one another and not insult the other because girls from every planet should have each other’s back, but that doesn’t mean you really need to be friends so Allura thanks her for her time
-When it’s Shiro’s turn, he’s doing really well until he takes one look at Allura and causing him to apologize to the bartender and telling her his heart belongs to another and he didn’t mean to lead her on
-Shiro decides that he WILL tell Allura about his feelings tomorrow, and writes it down (he does remember, and Allura gives him a dazzling smile and tells him she would love to be in a relationship with him)
-It’s Hunks turn but when he’s on his way to the bartender he gets distracted by this other girl and he just starts complimenting her make up because that obviously took time and girl the winged eyeliner is on point
-And then the girl and Hunk spend time discussing how she applied everything giving him tips Hunk prepared a shopping list in his brain because he’s down to try make up because damn that eyeliner tho
-With Hunk basically dropping out it’s up to Keith and Lance, Keith goes first
-Keith starts off by making jokes and flirting with the bartender which immediately obliterates any chance he had at winning, knowing when to cut his losses he returns to the group
-Lance had seen Keith flirting with the bartender and he found he could no longer hold the fake smile and he stopped making commentary about the game and just sat back dreading walking up to the stranger for the game, he considers dropping out but he doesn’t want to draw attention to himself
-Lance then goes up to her, and the first thing he does is apologize to the poor bartender for all the shenanigans
-And he’s sorry he will be wasting her time and then the next thing he knows is telling he everything, from his homesickness to his feelings for the man who never remembered his name, and how even though he know he has everyone he can’t help but feel alone at times, like he has no one to talk to
-By the time he realized what he’s done he starts apologizing to the bartender surprised to find her smiling at him
-She then proceeds to tell him that it’s okay, her favorite part of her job is to hear people’s stories
-She let’s him know her name is Mel, she asks to exchange numbers because he is not alone, she will be there for him and beside she wants to her updates about the group’s antics and his possible relationship with Keith
-Next thing Lance knows he has a new friend/confidant and he has won the silly game
-So he puts on his fake smile and announces he won, receiving cheers from his friends
-Lance finds it to be too much and excuses himself to go to the bathroom, once he is washing his hands Keith walks in and claims that he always knew Lance was going to win the game
-He had felt it in his bones because who wouldn’t like Lance, Keith then claimed he tried, but ended up falling for Lance
-Lance is too shocked to react and Keith just casually walks out as if what he said was casual and normal
-When they ask Lance what he wants since he won the challenge he looks panicked for a second, which prompts Pidge to jump in and tell the group they should wait for tomorrow when they’re all sober, that way Lance can make a sound decision
The next day
-Somehow Lance manages to wake up before everyone else, only to find Pidge tinkering away with their computer
-Pidge straight up attacks Lance with questions about what happened last night
-Because Lance knows he owes Pidge for saving him yesterday he told them about Mel and then the confession from Keith if you even call it that especially since Keith becomes a big flirt with everyone and maybe he didn’t mean the falling for someone in the same way as others seeing as he doesn’t usually get things that aren’t literal
-Pidge slaps Lance in the face
-Tells him how the pinning has been going on for months and Keith never said anything because he felt guilty for not being able to remember Lance
-And how sure Keith flirted but he never went through with it and it was mostly just harmless, so go get your man™
-Later when Lance finally feels confident enough to talk to Keith about it he goes looking for Keith
-Once he finds Keith, Lance wonders if he should tell Keith and Keith asks him if he knows what his price will be for winning the game (Pidge told Keith about the game and NOTHING ELSE because that’s up to Lance)
- So Lance then decides what he’s going to do
-He asks Keith if he meant it, did he mean it when he told Lance he’d fallen for him and if by the he meant romantically
-Keith gets so red and flustered but he unmistakably says yes how could I not fall for you
-Lance then grabs Keith and starts kissing him only to stop when they hear the others cheering
P.S. Mel totally sent an audio message of her squealing when Lance told her
is sound body face
the sudden look in the eye
smile and stance and posture
weaving a meaning very intimate
Words are magic
And not all magic is good
Words can say things
the voice never would
fold dreams into now
make the improbable
feel like inevitable
My words can do things I cannot
They can reach you touch you
slip into the room to rest beside you
they can stay with you to comfort you
curl up with you in your bed at night
you can throw them away or shut them out
but they will never leave you
if you want them to stay
They go where I cannot
have no responsibilities
or commitments to fulfill
They can do all the things
that you want them to do
without ever having to acknowledge
the reality they came from
They never drive endless circles
never wake up alone
never wonder where the time has went
or why almost is all that ever seems to happen
They do while I don’t
And they never fail
My words are the best I have
all else is only a shadow
This was requested. It was very enjoyable to write, and I’m happy I did. I lost myself a little bit, but I think I ended it pretty well. Hope you like it.
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like, could you do a Harry imagine where he was dating a girl and she broke up
with him (for whatever reason you’d like) and you’re there for him. And it slowly
progresses into him having feelings for you since he was in such a vulnerable
state. Like a week or something after they broke up, you’re hanging with him
and you do something you always do, like a little thing, and he just realized
how cute it is. And he’s like “wtf. She always does that” then boom! He’s got
You were always there for him. Why wouldn’t you be, you were best friends after all. You’d met him at a quaint little bookshop that was down the street from your apartment. You had never gone in until that day, and you swear it was the best day of your life. Struggling to reach that top shelf you nearly toppled over, that is until he steadied you. Yes yes, it happened like all those cliché movie scenes, that are almost in every romantic comedy you’ve ever seen. Extending his long arm out, he swiped the book you were going for and placed it into your hands. From that day on, a beautiful friendship grew. Every day you’re thankful that even on your tippy-toes you couldn’t reach that book.
It has been a lovely 2 years ever since the bookshop and you were closer than ever. He made you feel special. He let you see him at his worst, which in your eyes he was still magnificent, but you’d never tell. He’d walk around your apartment as if he lived there himself. He practically did, he was always there. What used to be the spare bedroom is now a spare Harry room. When he didn’t want to go all the way back to his place, he’d crash at yours. He’d always repay you (even though you told him time and time again, friends let friends sleep over) by making you breakfast, buying you another book for your already-too-full library, taking you to a movie, or just simply paying for a weeks’ worth of college tuition.
God, you hated him for that. You had a great job, it isn’t like you can’t afford it yourself. But of course, he’d always rebuttal with “Love, now yeh can go to that bookshop and buy yeh’self some more. Or yeh been talkin’ about gettin’ that red dress yeh saw the other day”. He would use books as an excuse, he knows you can’t resist. Life was great. You couldn’t be happier. At least that’s what you thought, everyone else thought differently. Harry was dating this girl, Alex. Sure, you’ve always had a secret little crush on him, but you kept it very well hidden. It isn’t that you didn’t want to tell him or date him, it’s just that- it’s his career. You’ve seen what it does to relationships. You know very well, that if you two broke up, there wouldn’t be a friendship anymore.
You couldn’t fathom having a life without him in it, so you dared not to go and muck it up with sharing your feelings with him. Whatever, enough back story. Today was Saturday, which meant is was a day off for you and you could be with the coolest person you know, Harry. You never told him you thought he was cool, he’d go be a dork and ruin it by pretending to have a big ego. You two decided that tonight would just be a relaxing night it. Watch a few movies, eat a nice home cooked meal, maybe go for a walk in the park down the road. He always loved seeing who could jump the farthest from the swings and obviously, his long gangly legs beat you.
Turning on the television, you scrolled through which movie you wanted to see first. Settling on ‘The Boy’, you stroll into the kitchen to prepare dinner, that is until your front door shoots open and in comes a discombobulated Harry. Eyeing his stature, you realize something is bothering him. “Hey, what’s the matter? Finally, figure out that those skinny jeans and boots make you look like a cowboy?” you sang while laughing, thinking if you could lighten his mood, he’d feel a little better. Alas, it was a shot in the dark that failed, “It’s Alex. She just- she just dumped me. Like that. Went on about how we could never have a real go at it. M’not fully into the relationship. All I ever did was put effort’to this. How is that not good enough?”.
You put the knife you were holding back onto the counter, knowing if you held it any longer you’d most likely go out, find her and give her a little stab for hurting your best friend like this. “How fucking dare she? All you did was care for her. That trollop had the audacity to say those things to you? I have a right mind to go cut her tires. I’m sorry she broke up with you, and I want to be sentimental and let you cry, but I can’t. If she wants to go and break up with the best guy she’ll ever find, then that’s her loss. You don’t need her. I know how much you cared for her, and I know how much it hurts, but she doesn’t deserve to have you crying over her. She will wake up one day and remember how precious you are, and all she’ll feel is sorrow knowing that her life will never feel complete without you”.
A small smile grew on his face, and you knew you did well. If he felt, even the slightest bit better, you were glad. “Now, get your booty to the couch and hit play. I hope you’ve gone to the bathroom because I will not appreciate you getting so scared you let go on my couch. I’m making pasta, and it should be done in a half hour”. You watch as he knocks off his shoes and plummets into the couch, hitting the play button on the remote, “Are yeh joinin’ me, or m’ I watching this alone?”. Rolling your eyes, you sauntered over to the living room, plopping down next to him. Normally it’d be you leaning against him, but instead, you embrace him and guide him toward your shoulder rubbing concentric circles every now and then. It wasn’t the best of nights, but you got him to loosen up a bit. He’d jerk up when he got scared, “M’not scared. It’s just an act for you.” He’d laugh when you did, “2 years later and that laugh still gets me.” He’d start yelling at the TV because someone did something stupid, “I don’t understand! Why do people think this is game! There is a murderer on the loose, and they want ta’ just run about.”
After the crazy night that happened, neither you or he wanted him to go home. You took his hand and walked his sleepy self, upstairs into his room. Once you’ve dressed properly for bed, you stayed up for another hour or so, just absentmindedly thinking. Little did you know he was doing the same thing.
It’s been a month and he seems just fine. He goes about his days like they were any other. He’d sleep over at your house as he always does, and he falls into the same pattern as before. It was early one morning and you both took the opportunity to go to the park before it got crowded with kids. Digging your toes into the sand, you slowly swung back and forth, with him doing the same.
Harry was telling you about some absurd situation he was in the other day, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You found it so funny that you even snorted, which in counter made you laugh even more. He had on such a lopsided grin, revealing half of a dimple, while he was just marveling at you. Your laugh had such an infliction on him, and he was perplexed by it. Surely this wasn’t the first time you’ve snorted. It’s an occurrence that happens quite often when you find something to be overly funny. He was still smiling, but now he finds himself doing it for another reason.
The way your nose would scrunch up when you laughed. How you’d always seem to get a stray hair to fall into your face, just so you could tuck it behind your ear. How you’d get so attached to your books, as if they were treasure, and you would get so caught up in the story, you wouldn’t notice him making stupid faces at you. How you give the world to him but never expect it in return. The way your eyebrows come together when you’ve caught him in a lie about how he’s feeling. The way you always knew when he was, in fact, telling a lie. How you were always there for him when he needed someone the most, and never complained. Those 4am phone calls when he was away and he was missing your voice. He never noticed until now, how he never called Alex, but he always rang you. You were the first thought in his mind. You were the one he was missing the most. When he’d have an argument with her, he would go straight to you, and you’d drop whatever it was that you were doing. You would put all your attention on him. One time you even sat on the couch with him, shampoo still dripping from your hair, just because he needed to talk about his day.
He never ran to Alex. Sure, he cared for her very deeply, but he was never truly in the relationship with her because his heart was elsewhere. His heart was on your couch, sitting next to you, listening to you ramble on about school that day. How your professors were giving you an immensely hard time. Him always wanting to go down there and tell them to lay off, but never doing so because you always reassured him you were ok. He was only in that relationship because he thought it was right, but he already had someone. Someone who was always there for him.
Tartini - Violin Sonata in g minor, “the Devil’s Trill”
13 pieces for Halloween, no.11: This sonata is notorious for its unusual back story. In the composer’s own words, “One night, in the year 1713 I dreamed I had made a pact with the devil for my soul. Everything went as I wished: my new servant anticipated my every desire. Among other things, I gave him my violin to see if he could play. How great was my astonishment on hearing a sonata so wonderful and so beautiful, played with such great art and intelligence, as I had never even conceived in my boldest flights of fantasy. I felt enraptured, transported, enchanted: my breath failed me, and I awoke. I immediately grasped my violin in order to retain, in part at least, the impression of my dream. In vain! The music which I at this time composed is indeed the best that I ever wrote, and I still call it the “Devil’s Trill”, but the difference between it and that which so moved me is so great that I would have destroyed my instrument and have said farewell to music forever if it had been possible for me to live without the enjoyment it affords me.” The idea of the devil as a talented violinist has been in the Western psyche for hundreds of years, a favorite trope of musicians and artists. Maybe it’s symbolic of doing whatever it takes to achieve fame and praise for one’s art? Or playing off the anxiety of how easy it could be to be tempted into selling one’s soul? The work was published after Tartini’s death, and has since been his most popular work.
Google provided me this: "You're just a failure at everything, aren't you?" "You are the worst thing that ever happened to me." "You have never failed to completely disappoint me." I'm sooooo gonna regret this...
Yessss!!! I hope you regret this in the best way possible!
“Is that all you got! Come on I have heard 5 year olds with insults that hurt more!” You didn’t know what the fight had even started over but you did know it had gone too far. Things had been said and you were just egging him on more.
“Oh don’t worry Doll. I haven’t even gotten warmed up yet. It’s not like I don’t have enough to pick from.” You hated that he wasn’t yelling.
“ What the bloody hell are you waiting for then!” You had abandoned the cool detachment a few minutes ago and you wished he would do the same. You both knew that this fight wouldn’t be over until you had both gotten tired of yelling at each other, or one of you lost.
“If I wanted a fucking bitch I would have bought a dog. At least that would have been trainable.” You glared at Red. It wasn’t the worst you have heard but it almost hurt.
“If you are going to be a two faced fag at least try and make one of them pretty!”
“ I’ve been called worse by better.”
“ You’re such a beautiful, intelligent, wonderful person. Oh I’m sorry, I thought we were having a lying competition!”
“I’d give you a nasty look but you’ve already got one.” Red was developing a smug shit eating grin
“That insult was cuter than you!” Why the hell did you just say cute? You are supposed to be mad at this pompous asshole.
“Your lips keep moving but all I fucking hear is “Blah, blah, blah.” And there you go now you are mad again.
“Why the bloody hell is it acceptable for you to be a bastard but not for me to point it out? ”
“Was I meant to be offended? The only thing offending me is your crap ass face. ”
“Your family tree is differently a cactus because everyone on it is a prick! ” Red just shrugged at that one.
“ Whatever kind of look you were going for, you missed.” You looked down at your outfit. He was kinda right but that didn’t mean you would agree out loud.
“Aww, it’s so cute when you try to talk about things you don’t understand!” That was it you just couldn’t think of anything! Besides this was the second time you called the bastard cute. You had lost and he knew it, or at least that’s what you thought based in that smirk on his face.
“So you think I’m cute?” You smiled at that one.
“SHUT UP!” You walked out of the room Red following you.
i.) Her smile. The imperfect crooks and snaggleteeth that always meant I was off the hook. It was the first thing I looked for every time I made her mad and I never failed to find it. And it was the best form of comfort a ten year old could ever ask for. If I could have it for the rest of my life, I wouldn’t forget how to forgive myself.
ii.) The calluses on the rough side of her hands. Impervious to the fires she cooks over, I wonder how many meals it took before she grew used to the heat. I can barely touch microwaved Pyrex but she can mold hearths out of flames. Turn any morsel into love. Leave no tough situation without hope.
iii.) Her spine. God knows how many times the universe has tried to knock her down. Undo evolution and direct her head towards the ground. But every time it came around she built herself back up again. Like reconstructing toothpicks into a tower, she was careful to give herself a stronger backbone no matter how long it took and how many times she would have to do it again.
iv.) The seasons in her eyes. Only she can call upon the heavens to bring hurricanes and rainbows into our home all at once. There is nothing more versatile than the emotions she reveals in those glass windows. No wonder why we call her Mother Nature.
v.) Her spirit. I have seen her body broken. I have watched my father tear at her limbs. I have listened to her curse the world she was born into. I have held her as she let the blood of her family run through her fists. And not once has she given up her will to survive.
vi.) The love that has raised me. It is both tender and fierce– a characterization of who she is. A relentless promise to watch me turn out alright. A million sacrifices that I can never repay. An infinite expanse of time that she has invested in my being. A soul she crafted with her own two hands. I can only wish that my love can be as honest and unselfish as hers.
Do you ever look at your follower count and question it? Because I do. I really do. All the time. Like what the hell are you doing here and why here?
I feel like I can relate to my followers so much because we make poor life decisions: I made this blog and shitposts/memes, and you guys chose to follow me. This blog isn’t even a year old yet and some of you refer to me as one of the dr fandom’s “senpai” and I’m just?? So flattered??? I’M BLUSHING
And let’s not forget the probably the best nickname I have ever received in my whole life, “fanfic mom” which never fails to bring a smile to my face. Seriously, this is just the sweetest and most pure thing and I LOVE ALL MY FANFIC READER CHILDREN OKAY. EVERYONE.
I honestly have the nicest followers? This is all so strange for me and I still find it so hard to believe most of the time?? Like I can count the anon hate I’ve received on just one hand and I don’t have enough hands to count the love I got on and off-anon!! It’s just all so surreal. How is everyone so nice to me? And how are a lot of you so supportive?? Just why???
But also, THANK YOU. I have never felt this appreciated online before and I’ve talked and bonded with a lot of you. I’ve even made a bunch of friends and I’d be happy to make some more by fangirling over dr and whatnot (hello there. yes, you. i’m talking about you. talk to me. i swear i’m not that intimidating.)
Here’s a shoutout to a bunch of wonderful people whom I deeply love and appreciate with all my heart.
I’m pretty sure I missed out on more than a few but I don’t think I can fit EVERYONE here because honestly I love my followers so much and those that I follow, mutual or not! Have I ever told you that yet? It’s true. It’s absolutely true. You are all precious and YOU give me HOPE.
Thank you to everyone who has made this tumblr experience so much fun!
And with that, I’m also going on a following spree sometime this week and the next. I’ll do it as soon as I go back to my hometown for the holidays and get unlimited internet access. And also cats. I missed my cats so much.
Feel free to drop by an ask or chat. Talk to me if you want or need to. Especially if you need to. You are important to me. Take care ‘cause I care, okay?
Happy Havoc Blogging!
Picture from DR Comic Anthology Vol1 - A Chance Meeting