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The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

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Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

Little White

(Thank you very much @sawthatwink ! I hope you like it  ❤)


Harry was walking back to the Gryffindor tower when he saw it, a corn snake, the thickest part of it was about as round as his thumb and it was only about a foot long. It was pale almost white, an albino, but the pale yellow-orange markings along it’s back had been charmed to a vibrant green.

Harry glanced around for the owner but the hallway was empty, there wasn’t even the sound of retreating footsteps.

He dropped into a crouch next to the snake doggedly slithering along the stones and hissed a quiet greeting, “Hello, little one, are you lost?

The snake lifted its head, looking as startled as a snake can to be talked to by a human. The snake seemed to think a great while before she answered in a prim tone, “No. I am certain of my way but I am cold. I would warm myself with your heat.

Harry held out his hand and the little snake slid into it, her small little body was chilled from the stone floor. He stood and leaned back against the wall, cupping the snake in both hands, “Where are you going?” he asked.

The snake flicked her tongue, “You would know my business without even asking my name or offering your own? Are all humans so rude?”

Harry blinked and then grinned, “No, just me probably,” he hissed apologetically, “May I ask what your name is?

You may,” the snake said bobbing her head slightly in something like a nod, “Among my own I was known as Little White. My human calls me something like Morning, it is not a name I recognize or could pronounce in the proper tongue.

A pleasure to meet you, Little White. I am Harry Potter but you may call me what you like,” Harry said.

Little White raised her head higher, turning her head this way and that to get a better look at him.

Would you like any help?” Harry asked again now that the introductions were complete.

Little White flicked her tongue out furiously, “It appears I require no more help as it was you I was looking for, Hairy Pot-Maker.”

Harry winced, he really did not like the literal representation of his name in parsel tongue.

I was headed to your nest,” Little White said, “I thought perhaps I could do something, as hopeless as it is to try and do anything with most of your kind. You are all intolerably stupid. I am pleased to know you can at least manage the true tongue.

Thank you?” Harry said, grinning in something between amusement and disbelief at this little snake’s cheek.

Little White regally dipped her head again, “You are most welcome, Hairy Pot-Maker.

Harry winced again, “I would rather you didn’t call me that. Really, anything else would be better.

Then should I call you raven-locked or emerald eye or perhaps hearts-desire?” Little White asked archly.

What?” Harry blinked in surprise.

Little White shifted in his palms to a spot with more warmth, “My human calls you those things, amongst others in the silence of his den. I do not understand ‘love’ and 'desire’. It makes little sense to me. A snake seeks the company of other snakes only to mate and then they separate. Yet you humans seem drawn to one another often.” she cocked her head slightly, “Perhaps it is your warmth, I can understand that. Human warmth is very desirable, a pair of humans might share warmth together.

“…So you wanted to help your human?” Harry asked, feeling a little flushed that someone, a Slytherin someone, had a crush on him.

Yes. He is heart-sick for wanting you yet he will not speak his desire. He believes you would be opposed, to the point of anger or even violence.” Little White said, watching him intently.

I wouldn’t do that,” Harry hurriedly assure her.

I believe this of you,” Little White said, thoroughly unimpressed with him, “Despite his wanting of you I find it unlikely that you are worthy. My human is very warm and provides fine mice for me. He calls me beautiful. I would not share his warmth.

Harry’s brow furrowed, “but weren’t you coming to try and help him?

I have changed my mind,” Little White said. “Put me down.

I could take you back to him?” Harry offered, mostly out of politeness.

Little White turned her head away, “I would not have him look upon you, ever again.

Harry felt a little dumbstruck. He was about to kneel and put the little snake when he heard running footsteps and turned to look. Malfoy was running down the hallway, his robes flapping around him, his swept back hair falling down around his face. He had his wand in his hand, doing what appeared to be a point me spell.

Malfoy zeroed in on Harry and his cupped hands immediately and stomped over as if he wasn’t a flustered, faintly flushed mess, “Did you find a snake, a white snake with green markings?”

Harry silently lowered his hands so Malfoy could better see.

“Morgana!” Malfoy cried in relief, he reached out to take her and then pulled back as if he didn’t want to touch Harry.

Before Harry would have interpreted that action in an entirely different way. He felt a little dizzy.

Malfoy held his hand out, “My snake, if you please, Potter.”

Little White was flicking her tongue furiously at Harry, “You do not look at my human like that! I have decided and will not share!

Harry glanced down at her, feeling a smile on his lips. He looked back up, Malfoy was looking rather cute. He dropped his cupped hands onto Malfoy’s warm palm, letting Little White slip down and wrap around securely around Malfoy’s wrist. Harry curled one hand around Malfoy’s tracing his fingers over the back of Malfoy’s hand. He watched Malfoy’s face flush faintly, a shiver going through his hand, the rest of him seemed to be frozen in place.

Harry said, “I was was thinking-”

Little White lunged out, biting Harry’s thumb.

Harry jerked his hand back, mostly out of shock. The little snake couldn’t really hurt him.

She pulled back, her body still raised high in warning, “I said No!

“Morgana! Why did you-! Don’t do that!” Malfoy hissed looking a little panicked and telling Harry, “She’s never done that before. You must have just startled her.”

“I’m sure,” Harry said glaring at her. He smiled at Malfoy, “As I was going to say, do you want to go out sometime?”

Malfoy flushed even pinker, “What?”

“On a date,” Harry said, tempted to reach out and touch Malfoy again but deciding against it, “I thought maybe we could share some warmth together.”

Malfoy searched his expression and then hesitantly nodded.

Little White muttered, “I’m going to shit in your shoes.

Gakuen Bungou Stray Dogs - Translations!! Part ONE

Gakuen Bungou Stray Dogs is a school AU that the official anime Twitter came up with! 

Translations were made by my awesome friend Maya @erochuya (her Twitter can be found here - she uses her Twitter more often) and edited by me! Enjoy~ ^^

The question for part one is: Please introduce yourself.

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the get down appreciation week day three: fav relationship 
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The Soul Madonnas

The 9 Times Harry Potter Rescued Draco Malfoy

“I don’t need your help, Potter.”

Harry laughs. Loudly. “And how are you planning on removing the jelly-legs jinx without a wand?”

Draco huffs. “I don’t need your help.”

“In that case, you can pretend I’m a fourth year Ravenclaw who stumbled upon you on my way back to my dormitory and luckily knows the counter curse.” Harry winks.

“What the fuck are - ”

“Careful with your language. I’m only 14 remember?”

Draco’s eyes widen. “You are an insufferable -”

“But kind Ravenclaw.” Harry articulates the counter-curse slowly.

“Nice to meet you. Shame it wasn’t under better circumstances.”

Harry turns and walks away. Draco stands up slowly, his legs wobbling.


“Fuck Off, Potter.”

“Potter? Do you mean Harry Potter? If you know Harry Potter, would you be able to get me an autograph?”

Draco rolls his eyes. “Go Away, Potter.”

“Did you get hit with a confundus charm as well as a leg locker curse? I’m not Potter. I’m Ryan. A First Year.”

“Potter…”

Harry pulls out his wand. “Lucky for you, I am quite advanced for my age and know both of the counter-curses!”

“No, I don’t need - “

Harry sings the leg-locker counter-curse.

“You’re welcome.”


Draco sees Harry approaching and grits his teeth.

“A tarantallegra jinx? I bet a Gryffindor did that. Sneaky bastards.”

Draco shakes his head. “You’re a Gryffindor.”

“Me?” Harry blinks rapidly. “That’s an insult. My whole family has been in Slytherin for centuries.”

Draco sighs. “I’m not going to play along, Potter.”

“You’re a little strange, but I guess I’ll help you since you are wearing Slytherin colours after all. We always look after our own.”

Harry performs the counter-curse and walks away.

“This isn’t funny, Potter.”


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“Homestuck is bad because it actually turned my friend into a maniac who won’t rest until everybody loves Vriska and agrees with everything she says” - anon

new beginnings.

2,402 words | fluff; warnings: none.
meeting at a coffee shop au + shin hoseok

a/n: ramen shop owner!wonho is a concept that most definitely needed to be written. and who knows? perhaps i might even take requests for this~

(i really have been considering taking requests after i’m done with the ones in my inbox. just like drabbles / companion pieces to things i’ve written like heaven is a place on earth, rule breakers, cave me in, etc.)

Originally posted by wonhontology

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Having a baby with Remus Lupin would include
  • Telling him you were pregnant for his birthday
  • Him thinking you were joking at first but finally understanding you were not
  • Not so manly tears, lots and lots of hugs and kisses
  • Him being the happiest man on Earth but still terrified your baby would end up having a « furry little problem » too
  • You telling him to stop worrying and that if it happened, you would handle it like bosses because that’s what you were, a team
  • The boys and Lily being so excited when you both told them, immediatly starting to fight to know who the baby would be named after
  • « You stole my man so you could at least name the baby after me Y/N ! » Sirius would tell you
  • Remus and you agreeing on making Sirius the godfather so he would stop whining

Originally posted by couplenotes

  • Remus watching your belly grow day by day, whispering sweet things to your future baby while you would play with his hair
  • Him being overprotective during all your pregnancy and insisting on doing all the chores
  • « I hope he will have his mother’s smile, because I love it. » he would say, « What if it’s a she ? » you would laugh « … it can be a she ?! »
  • Preparing the future baby’s room together, and Remus being very clumsy would surely hurt himself trying to build the bed and the rest on his own
  • Laughing so hard at his overdramatic reaction « I think I broke my nose with that stupid shelf, that’s not funny Y/N »

Originally posted by alevay

  • Finally, you would give birth to a healthy and beautiful little girl
  • Remus wanting her middle name to be Hope, like his mother
  • Remus first being petrified, overwhelmed by too much happiness to think straight
  • Him not knowing how to touch her because he would be scared to do something wrong and hurt her
  • Your babygirl crying whenever he would leave the room and touching the scars on his face with her tiny fingers, making the both of you smile
  • Lily and James giving you a dreamcatcher as a present, Peter offering a small pair of shoes and Sirius shyly handing you a stuffed animal that looked more like a potato than anything else
  • « I made it myself, it’s me as Padfoot. I know it looks a bit weird but I did my best… »
  • It would be the only toy your daughter wanted, and she wouldn’t be able to sleep without it
  • Remus singing her to sleep, making you fall in love with him a little more everytime

Originally posted by loversareeverywhere

  • Living in a small and cozy house in the middle of nowhere, but not that far from Sirius and James and Lily’s place
  • Remus changing her diapers for the first time
  • He would pass out
  • Sleeping together, your daughter between the two of you on the bed
  • Remus watching you both sleep peacefully, finally feeling home and truly loved
  • During his first Full Moon since you became parents, he would go as far from your home as possible, the boys coming with him as animagi like when you were at Hogwarts
  • You being relieved when he would come back safe, helping him healing his wounds before going to bed and cuddling
  • You would still have your little moments, just the two of you while Sirius would play the role of the babysitter (he loved it)
  • « Who’s gonna have the best time of her life with uncle Sirius while mommy and daddy make you a little bro ? Yes baby that’s you. »

Originally posted by in-da-tardis

  • Your first Christmas as a family, wearing horrible Christmas pullovers and secretly liking it
  • Decorating the Christmas tree together, your daughter on Remus’ shoulders putting a little star on top of it
  • Spending wintery nights by the fireplace
  • Taking a lot of pictures and filling many albums with them
  • Sirius secretely trying to make her say his name as her first word, and he would succeed
  • Remus being in shock when she would say « Sirius » before « daddy » or anything else
  • Having a snowball fight with him as a revenge, while you watched the two young men from the inside of your house with your little girl in your arms
  • Just being happy
  • Being home
  • Being a family

I’m sorry I had to delete it and post it again ! 

Because Remus as a dad is just too good, thanks for requesting anon, I hope you like it.xx

I just hit 70 followers, you guys are amazing. Credits to the gifs owners/makers.

Link to my last Remus would include.

Drop Me A Line - Asks as Beatles’ Singles

Love Me Do - top 5 favorite love songs?
From Me To You  - do you write letters?
Thank You Girl - person in your life you’re most thankful for?
She Loves You - favorite band?
I’ll Get You - favorite solo artist?
I Want To Hold Your Hand - right handed or left handed?
This Boy - favorite instrument?
Komm, Gib Mir Deine Hand (I Want To Hold Your Hand) - how many languages do you speak?
Sie Liebt Dich (She Loves You)  - favorite place you’ve been?
Long Tall Sally - Height?
I Call Your Name  - last person you called?
Slow Down - favorite song to drive to?
Matchbox - do you smoke?
I Feel Fine - song i like to listen to when I’m happy?
She’s a Woman - top 5 favorite female singers?
Bad Boy - top 5 favorite male singers?
Yes It Is - best concert you’ve been to?
I’m Down - song i like to listen to when I’m sad?
We Can Work It Out - whats more important to you, peace or standing up for what you think is right?
Paperback Writer - favorite book?
Rain - favorite weather?
Lady Madonna - are you religious?
The Inner Light - sunrise or sunset?
Hey Jude - artist you most want to meet/hang out with?
Revolution - what song/album would you put on repeat right now?
Get Back - old fad you wish would come back?
Don’t Let Me Down - song that reminds you of a friend?
The Ballad Of John And Yoko - favorite lyric?
Old Brown Shoe - favorite outfit?
Across The Universe - where do you want to travel to?
Let It Be  - last song you listened to so much that someone eventually made you turn it off?
You Know My Name (Look Up The Number) - what would you name a son/daughter?

Distance

(A/N): i find this gif really pretty and precious idk why.

You and Peter used too be best friends but he starts ignoring you at school and doesn’t answer any of your texts or calls. This of course doesn’t go unnoticed by you and your heart breaks because of the boy you thought cared.

word count: 1,892

warnings: swear words, slight violence, bullying (nothing major)

disclaimer: it’s currently 4am and i proofread this like 5 times but it’s still shit okay bye.


Peter Parker was, without a doubt one of the best things in your life. He treated you like you deserved to be treated and always put you first, making sure you were okay and if he saw something was bothering you he wouldn’t stop pestering you about it until you finally cracked and told him what was wrong.

And even if it was something that you believed was incredibly stupid he always reassured you that it wasn’t and would talk it out with you and hug you when you needed it, that’s why it broke your heart when Peter suddenly started distancing himself from you.

He ran away whenever he saw you coming towards him and left you on read whenever you messaged him. So this basically left you with no friends at all.

Peter had been the only friend you had since no one wanted to hang out with the ‘nerdy chick from science’ and Peter had been the only person who accepted you for who you were, and didn’t judge you for your nerdy side and you had now lost him— the only person who had ever shown the slightest interest in you had now decided to abandon you just like everyone else had.

Your heart was shattered, broken in two because of a boy you thought had cared about you but apparently never did. In total It had been exactly 4 months and two weeks since you last talked to Peter. So here you sat alone—picking at the food set out in front of you glancing over at Peter and Ned every once in a while wishing you were seated next too them.

But your thoughts were quickly interrupted when you felt someone smack the back off your head, harshly “ow” you muttered turning around only too see the one and only Flash Thompson standing behind you. He was smirking evilly down at you and you gulped turning back around.

“Ah Y/N alone again I see” he laughed sitting on top of the table you were seated at. You didn’t say anything instead you just started picking at your food once again not giving him the attention he wanted.

“What? you think just because you’re a girl i’ll go easy on you” He said pushing you off of your chair causing you too let out a startled scream as your bottom hit the tiled floor, this gaining the attention of almost everyone in the cafeteria.

You were quick to scramble back to your feet, starting to pick up all the books that had fallen out of your bag when he pushed you. When you had finally managed too gather all your things together you turned around only too see Flash standing directly in front of you.

“Aw loser Y/N all alone with no friends at all, geez even Penis Parker couldn’t handle being around you and that says a lot” Flash laughed and so did all the people that had begun to make a small circle around the two off you. 

Those words really hit you hard and you felt your throat run dry and your eyes well up with tears.

“Jesus what a crybaby” he snickered when he saw you desperately try to blink back the tears that were threatening too spill out of your eyes any second now. “Leave. Her. The. Fuck. Alone” you suddenly heard a voice growl and you turned around only too see Peter storming towards Flash.

“What are you gonna do about it? huh Parker” Flash threatened swinging his fist towards Peter’s face but before it could even touch him his hand went flying up blocking the punch Flash had directed towards him.

At this point Peter didn’t care if he used his spidey strength against Flash, he only cared about protecting you and making sure you were okay so when Flash tried to punch him again he grabbed his hand with his and squeezed it as hard as he could before kicking him too the floor.

You saw Flash’s eyes widen as he tried too stand up only too have Peter kick him down again. You quickly ran too the both off them and put your hand on Peter’s shoulder. 

His head whipped around and his eyes softened when they met yours. He turned fully around setting his hands on your shoulders scanning your face for any injuries or anything of the sort.

“Thank you Peter” you mumbled pulling your hand off of his shoulder and shrugging his hands off of you. Peter nodded before taking one last glance at Flash who was now shaking as he laid on the floor putting his hands up in surrender.

You quickly made your way past Peter and sped walked towards the double door that led out of the cafeteria. Everyone was staring at you and Peter shocked at what they had just witnessed.

Peter, the scrawny kid from gym class had literally just knocked a guy twice his size onto the floor with ease. 

Ned quickly made his way through the crowd of people and dragged Peter along with him out of the cafeteria and away from the students who had already begun too gossip about the entire ordeal.

“Dude what the hell was that?!” Ned questioned as soon as the doors closed and they were alone in the empty hallway. “What do you mean!?, he was hurting Y/N!” Peter yelled, Ned sighed and rubbed his face with his hands.

“I know Peter but you can’t just go around using your spidey strength because you want too! People will start asking questions and soon enough they’ll figure out that you’re the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man” Ned scolded trying to knock some sense into the hopelessly in love teenagers head.

Peter nodded knowing Ned was right and that he could have handled the situation better. “But I have too talk to her Ned, I just stopped hanging out with her without giving her a reason and she probably hates me” Peter sighed ashamed of himself.

“You’re probably right Peter so go and talk too her! I know you can trust her, Y/N would never tell anyone about what you really are so go and make things right” Ned smiled as he put one hand on Peter’s shoulder knowing this was the right thing to do.


When you finally stepped out of the school you felt tears fill your eyes and you covered your mouth with your hand as a shaky sob escaped your lips. 

You didn’t want anyone too see you like this so you ran towards an empty alleyway that you had often went too to study in, since it was peaceful and quite and you hadn’t once ran into anyone there.

You leaned your back against the concrete wall and you let yourself slide down it loud sobs leaving your mouth as you let your tears fall freely. “Well what’s a pretty lady like yourself doing here all alone” you heard a mans voice and your eyes snapped open only too see five men surrounding you.

You quickly got back up too your feet and searched frantically for any way out of this situation but the men had you completely surrounded. “Please don’t I don’t want any trouble” you whimpered backing as far into the wall as you physically could.

The men all laughed before one of them walked up too you and started too remove the jacket you were wearing. You tried too protest but he would slap your hands away before pinning them above your head.

You started screaming for someone too come help you but the guy that held your hands tightly above your head covered your mouth with his free hand before whispering in a threatening tone “shut the fuck up or i’ll beat you so hard you won’t even remember your own name”

“Now that’s no way to talk too a lady” you suddenly heard a very familiar voice say causing all the men to turn around only too be faced with the one and only Spider-Man. 

When the guy that had previously been holding you let your hands go you immediately fell down onto your knees and started rubbing your wrists that had already begun too turn purple from his hard grip on you.

Spider-Man noticed this and took them all down with ease, and in record time he had them all webbed too the concrete walls. His gaze soon fixated towards you and he quickly crouched down in front off you taking your hands in his too observe the damage.

“Are you okay?” he finally asked his voice soft as he ran his thumbs carefully over your bruises. You were going too say yes but something just cracked inside you causing you too leap forward and throw your arms around his neck pulling him into a bone crushing hug whimpering a small ‘no’.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as he helped you stand back up allowing you to sob into his shoulder. A few minutes had past when you finally pulled away from him and immediately you noticed the wet spot that had appeared on his red suit from your tears.

“Oh god i’m so sorry” you muttered trying your best too rub the wetness away but Spider-Man pulled your hand down and placed it back on your hip. He was in complete awe, you had literally just had the worst day ever and here you were worrying about something that would most likely dry off in ten minutes.

“That’s nothing too worry about Y/N” Spider-Man chuckled slightly before he realized what he had said. The eyes on his mask widened and he quickly pulled you into his chest before pulling you both up and onto a rooftop where he knew no one would see what he was about to do.

“H-how do you know my name?” you asked as soon as your feet landed on top of the building he had pulled you up too. Spider-Man sighed before slowly pulling his mask off, Peter. “Oh my god” you gasped putting both hands over your mouth as your eyes widened in shock.

“Is this why-” you started but he cut you off already knowing what you were going too say “yes it is. And i’m so so sorry i wanted to tell you i really did but i have a lot off enemies that—if they ever found out about you they would use you against me and I couldn’t let that happen so instead off handling it like i should have i stopped talking too you and for that i am truly sorry i hope you can find it in your heart too forgive me because everything just sucks without you it-it just isn’t the same. You’re my world Y/N and i love you” He finally finished but his cheeks turned a deep shade of red when he realized he had basically just confessed his feelings too you.

You nodded your feet suddenly becoming the most interesting thing that you had ever laid your eyes on. “I-i uh i love you too Peter” you managed to strangle out your eyes soon finding Peter’s brown ones.

He smiled and pulled you as close as he could to him never wanting too let go off you again. “Can i kiss you?” he finally broke the silence his breathing fanning your face as he tugged one strand off your hair behind your ear. You nodded putting both your hands on the back off his neck your lips meeting in a long awaited kiss.

anonymous asked:

Could you write pastel!mute!dan and punk!phil? I live for pastel! punk! AUs. Maybe Dan can still talk he just doesn't out of shyness? It can be smut or fluff, I don't care.

He thought he was a ghost at first; the boy who silently stood next to him at the bus station every morning with his cheeks tinted pink from the cold or maybe just from blushing, Phil couldn’t tell.

He didn’t wear enough white for a ghost though, his clothes were mostly soft hues of purples and pinks and blues and the occasional green or yellow. He looked more like a fairy, and the flower crown that usually sat delicately settled on top of his chocolate-y brown curls helped quite a bit.

Phil was captured. He was absolutely fucking lost to him.

He wanted to talk to him.

Phil didn’t ride the bus, it wasn’t his scene, he usually rode his motorbike to school. But that day he decided to do it, if it meant seeing the pastel angel up close. And maybe he would let Phil sit with him.

The boy was sitting on the bench that day, his eyes scanning a page of whatever book he was reading. He seemed very immersed; his brown curls falling in his face and eyes so he had to keep brushing them away with his lilac sleeve.

Phil slowly sat next to him, tapping his fingers on his black clad knees and picking at his black nail polish. Finally he leaned over, tapping the boy on the shoulder.

He looked up, his eyes slightly wide, his pupils dilating when they landed on Phil. And for a second, Phil couldn’t speak.

His eyes were a soft warm chocolate color, like his hair but more intense and deep looking. Phil could see a shimmer in them, and small gold flecks stood out as if he had dumped glitter in his eyes years ago and just never got it out. His lips were pink, a nice pastel color that matched his dressing choices as if he was wearing lipstick. It occurred to Phil that maybe he was.

The boy was quiet, silently watching Phil and waiting for him to speak.

“Uh, hi,” Phil mumbled, slightly taken aback by what an affect Dan had on him just by looking at him. “I’m Phil.”

Phil held out his hand for Dan to shake and Dan stared at it for a moment before slowly shaking it, catching his bottom lip between his teeth.

“I just, um… I see you here every day and I…” Phil cursed himself under his breath; he was usually much smoother than this but it didn’t help that the boy looked like a fucking angel and he was just staring at Phil like he had never seen a boy before. “I think you’re cute,” he muttered.

The angel was still for another moment before a gentle smile melted onto his features, and he tilted his head to the side just slightly, as if in question. Then something occurred to Phil.

“Can you… talk?” He asked, his brow furrowed curiously.

The boy paused before shaking his head slowly. Phil scooted closer on the bench, even more intrigued now.

“Are you… deaf? Or just shy…?” Phil blinked. “Sorry if I’m being offensive.”

The boy shook his head again, as if to assure him he wasn’t, before pulling his oversized sleeves over his hands and rocking slightly.

“Shy?” Phil repeated, and Dan nodded, before shrugging. His face suddenly lit up, and he held out a finger for Phil to wait a second.

He grabbed a pen out of his bag, nodding at Phil eagerly and Phil smiled, digging through his own bag and grabbing a notebook. He handed it to Dan, who took it, and began scribbling rapidly.

‘i haven’t talked for a really long time,’ the paper read. ‘i kind of forget why, but i know it’s partly shyness. it’s like my version of being a vegetarian, i can’t break it’

Phil laughed at that part, and the boy let out a quiet giggle.

“What’s your name?” Phil asked, and Dan wrote something on the page.

‘Dan Howell’ it read in careful cursive.

“Cute,” Phil mumbled, and Dan rolled his eyes.

'it’s not cute. it’s boring’

“No it’s not,” Phil argued after reading it, shaking his head. “I think the name Dan suits you, and the name Howell is cool.” Phil grinned widely. “You know what I would name my kid if it had your last name?”

Dan raised his eyebrows.

'what ?’

Phil smirked. “Wolf.”

Dan laughed without noise, shaking his head.

'oh, like wolf howell. i get it. ha ha very funny.’

Phil bit his lip, brushing black hair out of his eyes. “What music do you like?”

Dan smiled, picking up the pen.

'muse, mostly. do you like muse ?’

Phil laughed out loud, raising his eyebrows. “YOU like Muse?”

Dan nodded defensively, frowning softly and cocking his head to the side.

“Yeah, Muse is my favorite band actually,” Phil answered, shaking his head in shock.

'nice ! i like muse, you like muse, let’s be friends :)’

Phil smiled at that, the corner of his mouth pulling up in a grin.

“Yeah, let’s,” he muttered, pressing his lips together. “But i have to be honest, i came over here hoping for a bit more than friendship.”

Dan’s face instantly went red, and he held his sleeves up, covering his face. Phil chuckled. Dan picked up the pen and paper, avoiding Phil’s eyes as he wrote.

'why??’

“Because you’re cute.” Phil shrugged. “Honestly i’m very interested in you. I wanna know what your deal is.”

'what my,,, deal is ?’

Phil laughed. “Yeah.”

Before he could say any more the bus arrived, and Dan stood up, throwing his pen back into his bag. Phil grabbed his notebook and his own bag.

“After you,” he muttered, letting Dan step up first. Dan smiled at him.

There weren’t enough seats for them to sit together so Dan sat two seats behind him; Phil wasn’t going to pretend he wasn’t upset, especially because he got stuck with a very chatty first year. But finally they pulled up at their school, and he was able to escape.

He was at his locker when Dan approached him again, holding something out. Phil frowned, taking it; a folded slip of pink notebook paper. Dan smiled, walking away silently.

Phil unfolded it, dropping his bag so he could use both hands.

'here’s my number :)’ Under it was a phone number, written in very careful letters as if he was scared Phil wouldn’t be able to read it. 'also, wanna have lunch off campus today ?? i want to hear more about our future kid named wolf. xoxo , dan the weird pastel mute

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FLYING BOOKS YOU GUYS

FLYING BOOKS AND GIANT MYTHICAL STATUES THAT (KIND OF LOOK A LITTLE TOO SIMILAR TO THE ONE THAT KILLED KUROGANE’S DAD BUT LET’S NOT TALK ABOUT THAT IT NEVER HAPPENED OK)

Also I love the fact that

1)      Syaoran is both ready and immediately willing to break the law to get the feather

2)      And like. LIBRARY laws.

3)      From SYAORAN.

4)      And Mokona actually goes through the effort of explain the deception to Sakura JUST IN CASE SHE DIDN’T GET IT. And I don’t know if this means Sakura is just so pure she wouldn’t realise it was a lie (which is true) or Mokona is just ridiculously proud of Syaoran for succumbing to her brand of chaos (which is also true).

5)      Also is that Kaede?

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that feel when your incorporeal Dark Lord cbf coming up with a Cool Villain Name for his least fav follower X)

based on this post, and because I can’t get over learning that Asmodean literally means “Musician” in the official Wheel of Time companion book, I’m still flipping out poor Asmo, this is why I love you

Several Ways to Come Out

The joke edition of course, what else would you expect from me?

1. What do you call a bisexual out of the closet? Me!

2. Hey mom you know what my name would be if I were a japanese lawyer? Ace Attorney.

3. Dad what do the main girl from Camp Rock and I have in common? We’re both demi’s.

4. You see me stroking my pair of pants? Thats because im pantsexual.

5. “Why do you have the word ‘girls’ written on your takeout?”
“Oh cause i like to eat them out”

OUTLANDER SENTENCE STARTERS
  • No, I said I won’t have you dying for nothing. 
  • I won’t be. I’ll be dying with you.
  • Look, you told me that you could never get close to your mother, that she lived in another world. Well, maybe she’s trying to show you that world.
  • It’s not important if I believe it. She believes it. I’m just saying, we need to keep an open mind.
  • Only two people know what the truth really is, and one of them is dead. Too bad it wasn’t you.
  • Can I ask you something? How do you do it? Finally say goodbye to that one person you loved most in all the world?
  • Truth is, I’ve never been very good at saying goodbye.
  • But that’s the hell of it, isn’t it? Whether you want to say goodbye or not, they’re gone and you have to go on living without them. Because that’s what they would want.
  • Well then maybe we’ll all get to watch her slam her head into a five ton slab of granite.
  • May he have mercy on us all.
  • What kind of god creates a world where monsters thrive and beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
  • The same kind of god who also offers an opportunity for redemption.
  • I’ve been dying for years. It’s a wearisome process. I welcome its conclusion.
  • It’s like you read my mind.
  • I kept my word. I lay my vengeance at your feet.
  • I must say, this is a damned inconvenient time to be conciliatory.
  • Why did you pretend not to recognize me? I was afraid you would just blurt out my real name.
  • I know what you did. You championed me and exiled me both at the same time.
  • What am I to do with such a bloodthirsty barbarian?
  • Is your thirst for slaughter not quenched yet?
  • Surely there’s another woman you could have kiss you goodbye?
  • Fortune drops out of the sky and onto our doorstep. Convenient, is it not? 
  • Why should we waste time with all this Shiite?
  • It’s been horrible. He forced me to mend his socks and to fetch his meals.
  • I think I know a wee bit more about this than you do.
  • So, will I be allowed to join you at dinner tonight?
  • They say the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result.
  • We may have to rethink our decision not to lie to one another.
  • And you, witch who sucks the cock of the devil. I’ll see you in hell.
  • You’re not what I ordered. But, you’ll do.
  • You should have trusted me with that knowledge from the beginning.
  • Every now and then it is OK for you to lie to me, you know, just to put my mind at ease.
  • Aye. I’ll remember that for the next time.
  • I’ve been thinking. Remember you said I owe you a life because you saved mine? Well, I saved yours as well at least as often. Seems to me we’re even.
  • Ashamed. Like I’m a different person now, and I’ll never be the same.
  • So you had to start yourself up with a whore before you could stand to be with me?
  • This is wonderful news. Why did you wait until now to tell me?
  • The way I see it, we’re doing a bad thing for a good reason.
  • Isn’t that what all bad people say?
  • Well, I am an unusual lady. At least I used to be.
  • Told you that dress would bring us grief.
  • How can you save a man that doesn’t want saving?
  • I lie here feeling I will die without your touch, but when we do touch, I want to vomit with shame.
  • If you take away the one last thing that makes sense to me, then I will die with you, right here now.
  • You think I cannot control the darkness I inhabit? One way or another, I will get a response from you.
  • Love forces a person to choose. You do things you never imagined you could do before.
  • Go get the shovel.
  • You might want to remember who has the pistol.
  • It looks like I’m going to a fucking barbecue.
  • I want you ____. I want you so much I can scarcely breathe. Will you have me?
  • You are my home now, ____. 
  • It’s often something like this. But, no, this is unusual. It’s different.
  • Take off your shirt. I want to look at you.
  • I’ll never forget when I came out of the church and saw you for the first time, It was as if I stepped outside on a cloudy day and suddenly the sun came out.
  • Doesn’t it bother you that I’m not a virgin?
  • You control your nerves. Your nerves do not control you.
  • It doesn’t matter where you come from. You’re here.
  • Sometimes I wonder what I did to make the devil punish me like this. 

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