winning proposal

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Ames, I love you. I love how smart you are, I love how beautiful you are. I love your face, and I love your butt. I should’ve written this down first. No no, it’s okay. 

fic: How to (Try to) Propose to Phil Lester

title: how to (try to) propose to phil lester

genre: fluff / rating: pg-13 / warnings: swearing

word count: 5500

description: “we have one month, the best proposal wins, and the loser has to get the other’s name tattooed on their ass at the wedding.”

or, the one where they both intend to propose to each other on the same night and dan isn’t having any of it.

“You’re a fucking idiot.”

Phil doesn’t even blink. “Most people say yes when their significant other of over six years proposes, but then again we’ve never really been ‘most people’ have we?”

a/n: when i spend two months writing a fic, you know it’s gonna be good. i hope. enjoy!

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Fragile (t.h.)

Author : @dej_okay

Word Count : 1.1k

Warnings : Sadness, serious illness, cancer…

Author’s Note :  Thank you to some of my biggest inspirations @hufflepuffholland @babyparker and @parkerroos @sam-a-holland and @rileywrites-parker


REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Tags : @tiny-friggin-human @nedslaptop

She wished she was one of the billions of people in this world that were fortunate, and unfortunate in the best way, to not know him sometimes.

Or if instead of this reality, where they existed for each other, in another, they existed along side one another. Never showing any sign of affection, or even realisation that they knew the other existed.

Maybe in another reality they never would have met. She wouldn’t have bumped into him with cheeks pink, flushed with embarrassment, and he wouldn’t have chuckled and shot her a slow but sure smile.

Maybe they hadn’t fallen in love.

How much easier it would have been if she never knew he existed.


It had been months now, since that thing happened, which had changed them both for the worst. That had taken a toll on his health and on her heart.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could so it.

Tom Holland was sick.

He wasn’t the kind of sick that was narrowed down to a couple handful of tissues and a bit of cough syrup.

No, it was so much worse. He was the type of sick that made him constantly nauseous, head spinning and always exhausted.

The worst part was that he hadn’t told her at first.

He’d waited one month.

One whole month to tell her that he had more than just a simple common cold.


One month to tell her that Tom Holland had cancer.

It wasn’t fair. Tom Holland was such a good person, he was everything amazing and just about the world. He did not deserve the terrible fate the world had decided for him.

Tom Holland did not deserve to be so sick.

Tom Holland did not deserve to be so fragile.

-

Her grip on the mug of tea in her hands was getting tighter with each passing moment.

“Love”, he called out softly, weakly. This made her knuckles turn white. He should not have had to sound so done. So faded. So fragile.

“Don’t worry, T-Tommy, I…um…I’m looking at other doctors-”

“We don’t need another doctor, darling. I like the one now, I trust him, he’s done everything he can-”

“No!”, she exclaimed, voice rising to its peak. “There has to be another option, okay? There has to be infinite options! There are experimental trial runs and drug tests, there has to be another option!”


“Sweetheart”, he mumbled, and then he was there, pale skin, bony hands, cold, under-oxygenated, grasping onto hers, releasing the pressure she was putting on the ceramic mug.

“I-I need more options, we can’t give up yet, I…I need you.” She hated the way her hands were shaking. She was supposed to be strong for him.

How could she be strong when she was losing her mind?

“I’m not on my death bed right now, Y/N.” He pulled her up, as much as he could, at least, muscles straining as he did so. He managed to sit her down on the sofa, his knees, covered by now way too lose sweatpants, touching hers.

“This isn’t fair”, she whispered, and he’s never heard her more beaten. “You’re still so young. You have so much left to do I…I wanted to be yours forever one day a-and you’re supposed to be able to be a father one day, and now you won’t. You’re having your humaity stripped away and it’s not fair.”


“I’m sorry.”

“But its not your fault…you didn’t just wake up one day and decide ‘oh, I’m gonna have cancer now’. By some cruel fate of the universe, you’re…you’re…” Would saying the word “dying” make it more real?

Tom smiled at her, an exhausted smile, a totally cancer filled smile.

A totally fragile smile.

-

She never slept on his chest anymore. For fear of hurting him, her body caving his in with how weak, how fragile he had become. Afraid he would shatter, like glass.

But without sleeping on him, cuddled into the warmth of him, his smell, his everything, she couldn’t sleep at all. At least she could watch him though. Watch him sleep, making sure that at one point during the night, his heart didn’t stop. Make sure that he didn’t stop being a person.


He hated that she was so worried.

Tom Holland knew he was going to die.

He knew, and he also knew she hadn’t exactly accepted it, even though he had.

He didn’t want to leave her. There were times when he thought about how much pain it would cause her. How he would never be able to win an oscar, or propose to her. How he would never be able to hold her hand as she had his children.

There were times when he wished he hadn’t accepted it.

When he wished he hadn’t accepted how fragile he was.

-


A few days later Tom Holland wound up in the hospital.

They knew the routine, the checkups every hour, the tube inserted inside of him, the watching, sad smiles, the waiting. The endless cycle that went on and on.

They both knew they wouldn’t both be coming out of the hospital this time.

“I love you”, he confessed, a sleepy, sedated smile on his face.

“I love you.”, she replied, eyes trained on her clenched fists. “I love you so much.” That’s what makes this hurt so much, she thought, she just loved him too much to let him go.

“I’m sorry you have to go through this.”

She let out a short, shaky laugh, accompanying it with a watery smile, eyes rolling slightly. “Me? You’re the one hurting, Tommy.” She pursed her lips. “I’ll be okay”, she whispered.

His parents came in soon after, tears shed, goodbyes uttered from lips not wanting to admit a fateful farewell. She was silent the whole time.

“I love you”, he said again, and again, so much she thought, this is the end.

She stood, and walked over to him, his arms already awaiting her arrival. She laid next to him, face hidden in his neck. Her hands began to play with his hair.

“I want you to remember this”, she decided. “That this is heaven.” It’s hell, she thought. “Not the pain, don’t focus on that, focus on me. But this moment, right here, is heaven. Knowing that I will always remember the perfect colour of your eyes, or why you could never speak for too long without stopping and stuttering.”


When the pain started, they knew even more. She ignored the tears on her cheeks as she reassured him. “I love you, and I’m always gonna love you”, she whispered. “Just go to sleep, Tommy, nothing will hurt if you just go to sleep.”

The fragile boy pulled his girl onto his chest, and his heart stopped.

A complete flatline.

The fragile boy was no more.

anonymous asked:

Who do you think built Lotos wiggly ship (the possible evil Voltron)? The only ones who can do that are altean alchemists and druids right?

Well, we’re not sure how hard it is to work the comet ore.

It could be the real prerequisite is “does it like you” since Alfor doesn’t seem to report any particular difficulty or need to develop special tools in order to make it work for him.

And if it’s anything about a special Altean bloodline, s3e4 certainly gives us a significant implication that whatever special bloodline Allura has, so does Lotor.

So that’s the first theory: it’s Lotor doing the designing/oversight and, much like the Red Lion with Alfor, this comet is already talking to him and giving him design input- hence the incredibly impressive turnaround on what should be a rather slow process of a cautious mind trying to figure out how to work a new and very difficult to replace material.

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The Self Indulgent Broadway AU

So Jack was placed with Medda when he was twelve, and started painting sets. He loved it, and also started painting in general.
He ends up becoming an emergency understudy when one of the actors got sick two days before the show and they needed an ensemble member to step up and take the part. He fell in love with acting, and started auditioning for parts instead of just doing set and filling in when needed.
When he was seventeen, he was adopted, and so over winter break his mom brought him to New York to see a show. The plane tickets were a birthday gift, and the tickets to the show were an adoption present.
He has this moment during intermission where he just knows. He’s sitting there like, this is it. This is what I want to do, I want to be on that stage every night I want to perform ever night, this is what I’m doing.
And he gets back to school and has a meeting with his guidance counsellor about college and whatever, and he’s changed his mind because before he’d been planning on majoring in art and then being an art teacher and he walks into that first meeting after winter break and says “So Mr. R, I’ve changed my mind. I’m majoring in musical theatre. I want to be an actor.”
And thus begins the year and a half of Mr. R saying it would be worthless and not worth the money and he should major in something else and Jack was like, no, this is what I’m doing. And it got to the point where yes he really wanted to be an actor but also he really wanted to just prove Mr. R wrong.
So he gets to college, meets Crutchie, and they start dating. He also has a super tough voice teacher who pretty much says “you’ve been doing badly for the past month, if you don’t pull yourself together, you’re not going to get very far in the world of musical theatre past school.” And part of him wants to be like, maybe this is too hard, maybe I won’t make it. But then he remembers all the times Mr. R told him the same things he just thought and he just out his head down and worked as hard as he could and made it through.
He ends up making his Broadway debut a year or two later, and has a decent career. Then his agent calls and is like, hey so there’s an opportunity for you to audition for a world premier musical down in Jersey, it’d be for the lead and I think you’d be great for it from the information they’ve put out and Jack is like sure I’ll give it a shot.
And he gets the part and the show ends up moving to Broadway and he’s still with it and it’s great. The same year Crutchie’s musical that he was head lighting director for also moves to Broadway and they’re such a power couple it’s ridiculous together they know literally everyone working on Broadway.
The Tony noms come out and Jack gets nominated for Best Leading Actor in a Musical and Crutchie for Best Lighting Design of a Musical and they’re even more of a power couple. Crutchie’s Instagram story the day the noms came out featured Jack laughing hysterically and crying at the same time.
The Tonys arrive and Jack wins. He had a speech written, he had it planned, he gets distracted and overwhelmed on stage and ends up just making one up. Along the way he accidentally proposes to Crutchie by calling him his husband and then there’s thirty seconds left before he knows he can’t say anything else.
And he thinks “I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t but I can and I will.”
And finishes his speech with “and a final thank you to my high school guidance counsellor, Mr. R, who motivated me to push through the times I though it would be easier to give up.” Pause for affect, the audience kind of collectively smiles at oh the young actor was supported in hs and he’s thanking the man who pushed him to not give up on his dream how sweet. “By telling me I would never get anywhere with a degree in musical theatre and allowing me to use my spite for that year and half to get here right now. Mr. R, suck it!” And he walked off stage. Just whoop, just insulted my hs guidance counsellor, time to disappear.
Then Crutchie wins and accepts Jack’s proposal by calling him his fiancé and it’s sweet.

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*Request*
‘In honor of the astros winning the World Series, could you do an AU of Poe Dameron as a baseball player winning the World Series & proposing to his girlfriend after. Love your stories :)’

A/N: Thank you for the request! I am both honored and humbled that you asked me to create your world for you. It just makes my heart soar that there are people out there that like my work. I hope you enjoy!

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