you know these two posts are actually shorter than a lot of my others


Ah I am so relieved that I got to finally finish this and share this with you all! I also want to apologize for anyone who has been waiting on me; thank you for your ‘patience’ (; haha. Thank you and I hope you all enjoy! - M x.

Harry was grumpy.

And he had every right to be, he thought. It started when he was woken up to the sound of your alarm and your body constantly shifting underneath him. He frowned because you didn’t accept his kiss as you rubbed at your tired eyes. “Morning gorgeous,” he mumbled, his eyes blinking so fast as they were desperate to awaken.

His arms pulled you closer to him as he rolls you over onto your back. The vibrations of his deep hums tickled your neck as his lips lazily traced your skin. You laugh at the pecks of kisses that press all along your jawline. “Oh, Button. Dreamed of you all night last night and I want ya’,” he whispers along your collarbone. Your hands find themselves tangled into his hair as you watch him lift his Stones shirt that you wore to bed. A giggle comes from you as he cups your breasts under the fabric, you shake your head as you see the smile that appears on his face. “Babe, we can’t, not right now,” you say, your fingers massaging his scalp as he continues to give you gentle touches with his mouth.

“Why not?” he whines as his mouth continues to give your body wet, hot kisses.

“Got lots to get done today, you know this.”

Harry shakes his head, “Just a few more minutes, Bug. Wanna love on you.” He pulls your body even closer to him. The smile that was planted against your neck disappeared as you start to wiggle your way from his grasp. “Not now, Harry. Maybe after, but we have lots to do today,” you whisper, planting a small kiss on his forehead before you  completely wiggle out of his hold.

He groans as he watches you make your way to the master bathroom, pouting to himself because he couldn’t convince you to stay longer. And by the way you walked so nonchalantly and closed the bathroom door shut, he knew that there was no sign of invitation for him to join you in a steamy shower.

So yes, Harry was grumpy.

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An open call for episode transcripts from our Travelers, struggles in creating the Penumbra as a small team, and why we need your help

UPDATE: Some extremely generous fans have stepped up to organize @thepenumbrapodcasttranscripts , so please head over there if you would like to participate! We are deeply touched by the speedy response to this post.

Hey there Travelers,

Kevin here. Over the thirteen months since the Penumbra’s first episode, we’ve received a lot of requests from fans for access to episode transcripts. Many of you have contacted us with well-reasoned arguments about accessibility for those with hearing and processing disabilities. Many of you have expressed frustration about the $7 Patreon reward level, at which donating patrons get to look at the scripts the actors see.

We’ve stayed quiet on this so far, but we haven’t been ignoring you. We recognize your frustration. We apologize if the packaging of our show has made you feel like we don’t notice you, or listen to you, or care about you. We do. Internally we’ve been discussing this for months – and after debating it and trying a lot of things, we’ve come to what we think is the only conclusion that makes sense given our situation. I’ll tell you the conclusion first, and then move backward to our reasoning:

We are asking for help from you, the fans, in making these transcripts a reality. If fans create a tumblr or website that features fan-made transcripts of every episode, we will gladly post a link to it on our website and promote it whenever a new transcript has been completed.

We have asked for this from you all before, but it understandably got lost in the weeks and months that have passed since. As a result, should fans express interest in creating transcripts, we will be reblogging this post once every two weeks until all of the transcripts have been completed.

We recognize that it is frustrating not having the supports you need to access our show as others can. We recognize that asking fans to create those supports is also frustrating. Please know that we are frustrated, too. We are living a very uncomfortable, very difficult reality in creating this show, and up until now we’ve kept the details of that reality invisible to you all. But if I can ask for just a few minutes of your understanding, I hope I can communicate clearly about the obstacles in the way of us creating these transcripts, which are also, not coincidentally, the biggest threats to the Penumbra’s continued existence in general.

What follows is an in-depth look at my reasoning. If you’re satisfied with the above, hey, skip it! You can find the couple of transcripts we had time to make here (as well as one by a fan who asked to be credited as subtlepuns), so go for it, work together, create a platform for them, and feel free to use what we’ve made to get you started. If you’re still bothered, or you don’t understand why we can’t just make all the transcripts ourselves, I ask only that you read and think about our position, here. It is not one made hastily.

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anonymous asked:

How would the RFA+Saeran react to MC being insecure about her stretch marks? <3

yay for body positivity ^o^ 
midterms week begins for me tomorrow… someone please pray for me LOL i’m so stressed T___T


  • you only decided to show him because he wanted to go to a water park and you didn’t know how to tell him why you were too self-conscious to go
  • when you lift your shirt just slightly to show your stomach, you’re already waiting for him to be taken aback or go “oh.. alright let’s not go”
  • but nope this boy is fascinated
  • “that looks so cool! i’m so jealous :(”
  • “um no, this is not something to be jealous over”
  • “:( they look like battle scars :( i think it looks really cool :( i want some :(”
  • at that point he’s pouting so much you’re too busy laughing to be uncomfortable over revealing your insecurity
  • he keeps on insisting that you look fine and that he think you’re even more special for having them
  • but he says if you’re still not ready to go to places like water parks, he’ll wait
  • “we can swim together in our own bathtub” he says with a smile on his face someone tell this boy two people can’t swim in a bathtub
  • you go red in the face when you picture you two in the bathtub
  • he sees your expression, realizes the implication of what he said, and then he gets even redder than you what a pure child
  • “w-wait! i didn’t mean to sound so… ahh, this is embarrassing” 
  • he’s too busy looking at the ground now, and you two are just standing in his apartment having a blush-off
  • and then he chances a glance back at you, looking extremely nervous
  • “i mean… i wouldn’t mind, though. if you wanted to…”
  • dear god who knew yoosung could be so brave?? you’re shook
  • but before you even give a reply, he’s screaming with embarrassment and running out the room


  • he noticed you never wore shorts, even during the blistering summer heat
  • not that he was one to judge your fashion choices, but sometimes you looked like you were dying in those leggings or jeans
  • so he carefully brought up the question, only because he was concerned
  • you’re reluctant, but it’s zen and you trust him, so you take a second to go into your room and change into some shorts
  • he blushes a little when he sees your legs, but his eyes widen slightly when he takes in the stretch marks near the upper part of your legs
  • immediately wears a warm grin and gestures you over
  • “aww babe… come here”
  • you do, but at this point you’re itching to change back and cover your legs up again
  • “i know, they’re gross…”
  • zen looks almost offended by what you say “what?! no no no, you look beautiful” 
  • “no lying, zen! it doesn’t make me feel better.”
  • now he’s frowning, leaning over and pulling you into his lap instead
  • “babe, i’m not lying. you look perfect.”
  • you keep waving his words off, but he keeps saying it as he hugs you close
  • afterwards, you occasionally have the courage to start wearing shorts around in the house at least and he’s thrilled
  • did the dramatic collapse onto the ground when you first willingly stepped out in shorts
  • “ah, fair maiden! your beauty has rendered me helpless! that wonderful face, those dazzling legs! where in heaven did you descend from?”
  • “zen please stop that is so embarrassing if you keep doing this i swear i’m never-”


  • it only came up because she was talking about her hair and how she was self-conscious about how it looked and so you shared one of your own worries
  • to your surprise, she’s not even that phased when you mention it, and you ask why
  • “stretch marks are normal for women, it’s nothing to be ashamed of”
  • “but they look…”
  • “i think they look absolutely fine”
  • she literally always cuts in every single time with a neutral compliment before you get to make any negative comments about it
  • so you stopped bringing it up, but still refused to show them to anyone
  • and one day you woke up to a piece of paper taped to your bedroom door… and bathroom window… and fridge
  • they’re all of the same article titled “10 Reasons Why You Should Love Your Stretch Marks!”
  • at first, you’re almost embarrassed that she went out of her way to do that, but after reading it, you actually feel a lot better about them
  • she never mentions what she did, but grins when you give tackle her into a big hug
  • “i hope you realize that i love and admire you for what’s on the inside, and even still, you look incredible. if anyone else thinks otherwise, i’ll deal with them myself”
  • you read the article every morning now, and it makes you feel more confident in wearing shorter clothing


  • he was splurging again on clothes for you to wear while he was abroad on a business trip
  • and arrives home with his bodyguards carrying armloads of beautiful dress and tops
  • you’re lowkey worried about how you’re gonna tell him you’re never wearing those
  • but when he recommends one particular dress for dinner tonight, you come clean and tell him you don’t wear things with short sleeves in public anymore because of the stretch marks on your arm
  • he goes quiet for a long moment before ushering his bodyguards away
  • then walks over and gives you a big kiss before hugging you to his chest
  • “my love, i won’t force you to wear anything you don’t want, but it pains me to hear that you don’t appreciate everything about yourself”
  • “jumin, they’re stretch marks… no one likes having them”
  • “i don’t see why you should be so ashamed of them. you still look beautiful”
  • the next time he came back home, though, his bodyguards had a bunch of luxury long-sleeved dresses
  • since you still didn’t feel comfortable enough wearing short sleeves, you’re touched at the gesture
  • at night, he likes to kiss your arms and cuddle you before going to sleep 


  • he bought matching cat t-shirts to wear together for your next outing to the pet store
  • it was all fine until he noticed you were wearing a cardigan too
  • “MC!! it’s so hot outside!! and the cardigan covers the kitties on the back!”
  • you grimace, saying you have bad stretch marks on your arm and don’t want to show them
  • he gets all serious then, stepping away from the door and sitting you down on his couch
  • you two proceed to have a long talk as you tell him why you feel so insecure and him trying to tell you why you shouldn’t feel that way
  • he’s sad that you’re negative about them, and announces that he’s set a mission to make you appreciate and love yourself
  • will literally compliment you every day
  • sticks post-it notes all over the house saying cringeworthy things like “you’re so beautiful today that you made me forget my pickup line”
  • you lowkey love it though, and feel better about yourself with each passing day
  • one night you even show him that you have stretch marks on your stomach while lying in bed together
  • he makes this loud gasp, and you think that it’s out of disgust
  • but then he looks up, eyes shining
  • “cotton candy”
  • “…what?”
  • “it looks like cotton candy!”
  • “seven;;;; no”
  • “look! it does! i love cotton candy!! and you!!! this is surely a sign that we were made for each other!”


  • he only knew because you were talking about this new shirt you got that you can’t wear once you realized it showed the stretch marks on your arms too much
  • for a short while, he never brought it up because he didn’t know how to
  • like he wants to tell you that you look completely fine with them
  • heck, he thinks you look more attractive with them 
  • he finds the way they look fascinating on you
  • but god forbid he ever drew up the courage to admit it out loud
  • yet as time went on, and you continued to torture yourself in the summer heat with long sleeves and pants, he started to get agitated
  • cause why were you suffering like that?? what was the point??? 
  • so one day he just tossed you a t-shirt while you were lounging on the couch watching TV
  • and you’re all confused as to why he gave you it
  • “you’re sweating, isn’t it obvious?”
  • “i’m fine… i don’t mind it”
  • “if this is because of your stretch marks, there’s no point”
  • now you’re slightly annoyed at him for saying that
  • “there is a point! they bother me, and i don’t want to see them! no one does!”
  • and then he suddenly raises his voice, “well I do! i like them and you look perfectly fine even with it!”
  • there’s a longggg silence before you realize he actually said that
  • “saeran, what did you–”
  • “no i didn’t”
  • “i haven’t even finished my–”
  • he’s blushing furiously “i didn’t say anything i don’t know what you’re talking about” then he speed-walks into his room
  • later when he walks about out after you call him for dinner, he sees you changed into the t-shirt
  • a ghost of a smile touches his face, but he immediately schools his expression while helping you set the table
  • he does compliment your shirt later on though, and you start wearing t-shirts around the house more cause you lowkey notice him smiling whenever he sees you in them and you love it
Keith’s heritage, Lotor’s affiliation with the Galra, the previous Red Paladin & Shiro’s escape

It’s been two months since Season 2 came out (Two months! Five more to go!) and I’ve finally gathered enough evidence for another one of my shitty theories. Get something to drink, make yourself comfortable, and listen to me ramble about Voltron for a while.

Before we get to the cool conspiracy theories though, let’s list some short speculations about the person in the Weblum.

First, take a good look at Mystery Person’s fighter jet:

That thing was tangled up there for a long ass time. Not long enough to lose all of it’s power though; the lights are working, so its main power source seems to be intact. After all - it still served as a bomb and bought Keith and MP precious time. (Keep this in mind, we’ll need it later)

I’ve seen a lot of people point out that MP’s outfit design and colour scheme resemble that of a villain’s, and some have speculated that the person might be Lotor.

MP is slightly taller than Keith, but shorter than the Galra we’ve seen so far. If Lotor remains half Galra/half Altean like in the original, he could very well be shorter than the average Galra. It’s plausible.

I’ve already pointed out in this post (x) that Altean magic can convert scaultrite energy into usable fuel. Surely Haggar can do it. MP took some scaultrite with them, which means they know someone who can make use of it.

In order to know them, though, they’d have to have been alive when Zarkon attacked Altea, and who’s to say that Haggar wasn’t the only one to side with the “enemy”?

That crest on MP’s suit, we’ve seen it before. In the very first episode, actually, when the paladins infiltrated Sendak’s ship to get the Red lion:

…and Keith seemed to recognise it from somewhere. I’m not saying he knows where exactly it’s from - but when you think about it, there could very well be a connection between MP and the Red Lion.

What does this tell us? Well, there are several options:

  • a.) The person in the Weblum is, in fact, Lotor, who was supposed to pilot the Red Lion. It would only make sense if Zarkon had trained him to be a paladin. The Galra were looking for the other lions, and assuming Zarkon was going to pilot Black like he used to - he’d still need four other paladins. But when Lotor went missing, Zarkon didn’t bother to rescue him because the new paladins had stolen the Red lion. Lotor wasn’t needed anymore.
  • b.) A random alien, possibly the original Red Paladin. Maybe King Alfor or another Altean. Alfor’s last words to Allura were “If all goes well, I’ll see you soon.” and I highly doubt that Zarkon wiped out the entire Altean race. Allura and Coran are still alive, yes - but so is Haggar, and possibly other Alteans that allied with the Galra before their planet was destroyed - if it was destroyed at all. We’ve seen the remaining pieces of Planet Galra in S2E7, but we don’t know what happened to Altea. I’m saying it’s possible that the Alteans had something to do with the destruction of the Galra’s home planet (if you think this is a Reach™, check out this post: x) and practically forced Zarkon to attack them, sparking his determination to “wipe out the foul [Altean] race”.
  • c.) Keith’s mother. Remember how Keith’s dad said “Your mother will be here soon” before the screen cuts to a frame of the Red Lion?
  • Maybe Keith’s mother used to pilot Red before the Galra got their hands on the lion. Maybe, just maybe, she left something other than her Blade on Earth - something that triggered Keith’s memory when he was looking at the symbol on Sendak’s ship.

We know that she was affiliated with the Blade of Marmora, obviously. And in episode 12, right before Thace blows up the main engine of Zarkon’s ship, we get this moment:

Sound familiar?

The writers were obviously trying to put emphasis on the connection between Thace and the person in the Weblum. I’m not saying they’re the same person, but rather that MP is affiliated with the Blade of Marmora somehow.

Something that’s been bothering me about Keith’s BOM hallucination - besides the Red Lion’s presence - is the panel of an army of sentries, backed up by a Galra ship.

It’s directly tied to Shiro’s abduction and escape. I’m wondering why Shiro, Matt and Sam Holt were taken as prisoners. How would the Galra profit from taking three small humans captive when there’s an entire populated planet in the same solar system?

The Blue Lion was there. The Area 51 dude in “Space Mall” has been to Earth. So has Keith’s mom. And when Keith asked Coran if a Galra had piloted the Blue Lion, Lance barged in.
Keith never got an answer.

Why is Shiro’s abduction the point, though? Well. I can’t think of a reason why the Galra wouldn’t bother to pay planet earth a visit. It just doesn’t make sense, especially since Shiro proved himself to be a valuable fighter.

Unless, of course, Keith’s hallucination was someone else’s memory. Unless the Red lion was trying to tell him that Earth doesn’t need protection from the Galra.

Because they’ve already conquered it.

Some Off-The-Cuff Writing Editing Tips bc I’m Writing and Editing Today

I’m editing my essay and splurge-writing my novel today: after doing the editing it’s become harder to free write without editing, as is my policy for this novel draft, because I’m hyper-aware of all the flaws haha

so, some tips, to get them out of my head:

If you have to read a sentence twice, that sentence needs clarifying or simplifying. All your sentences should make sense without interrupting the flow of reading. Maybe you need to switch some clauses around, break it into shorter sentences, or simplify the language. This can be really tricky, I know; sometimes it feels like, ‘this is the only way to say it!’ If that’s the case, leave it and come back to it later; it might make more sense then. 

Leave your writing for at least one day before you edit it. You can edit immediately after finishing writing something, but if you do, you should go through it again another day. If your writing is so fresh in your mind that you remember every word you wrote, your brain might be filling it what it remembers writing rather than letting you read what’s actually on the page, and you’ll end up skimming and missing some typos. You’ll read it too quickly, thinking I know what I wrote. I usually get my dad to read for typos, because he’s the slowest reader I know; slow reading = better typo-finding.

If you have used a colon and/or a semicolon more than once in a sentence that is not a list, it needs to be two sentences. The same could be said of dashes but - as exemplified here - a pair of dashes forming a sidenote is fine. Also, don’t try to use semicolons if you don’t know how; god knows I wish I could turn back time and erase them from my vocabulary because I do know how to use them and boy do I use them, waayyy too much. modern writing doesn’t really need them. 

As my professor once wrote on an essay I handed in, any sentence that goes on for six lines is too long. Yes, I actually Did That. 

Think about terms of address. This is big issue in my novel atm; the pov switches from chapter to chapter, and the characters are getting to know each other slowly so the terms of address will change not only from chapter to chapter, but also as the story goes on. You may call that character by their name in your head, but maybe your narrator would call them by a nickname, or by their surname/title. This is, believe it or not, actually somewhat applicable to essay-writing too: the amount of times I’ve almost referenced a familiar academic or character/figure by their first name…

Unless you’re writing sarcastically/ironically, in first person/inner monologue, or for children/childishly, exclamation marks in the narration usually read badly. I’m sure it can be done, but it’s usually best to avoid it. Unless you’re using the exclamation mark to indicate a tone of voice, consider if it’s deflating rather than adding to the tension of your sentence. It’s a voice-focused piece of punctuation and should really be reserved for speech or inner monologue. 

Adverbs are not evil (despite popular opinion), but double adverbs are usually a bad idea. The same goes for double adjectives. If they describe two different things or two different aspects of a thing - eg, pink and white stripes, walking slowly and carefully, or silent and deadly assassin - you can get away with it, but only sparingly. If you have two adverbs/adjectives that say basically the same thing - she was quiet and shy, this is correct and true, she writes plainly and clearly - scrap one, or find a new word that better encompasses the subtleties of both. If you’re using a lot of adverbs, maybe question whether the verbs need to be talking louder instead. But remember, no entire word group is inherently bad, c’mon writing tips people why do you want to destroy adverbs??

‘Purple Prose’ is not evil either, but consider where your metaphors/similes/description may have gotten too extensive and broken the flow of your writing. Too much of any one thing clumped together can ‘clog up’ your writing, so consider if maybe certain chunks of description - or monologue or speech - could be making this section monotonous, and maybe break it up with something else or shorten it. Variety is helpful for keeping people interested. 

Have you jumped? By this I mean, have you stopped talking about one thing and gone straight on to something totally different? Jumps can be okay, as long as they’re clearly signposted, and as long as the end of the last section and the beginning of the new one are well-closed and well introduced respectively. Any big gaps need to be at least slightly bridged. Alternatively, you could not jump at all and fill the gap in. 

Are you overusing or repeating one word or phrase? I once read a biography of JK Rowling that used the phrase ‘deliriously happy’ for every single good moment in her life. I hated that phrase by the end. Try not to use the same word or phrase to describe everything. It can be hard to spot this in your own writing so beta readers are helpful here. WARNING: this does not go for ‘said’! You are allowed to use ‘said’ and other simple words as much as you like! people will, however, pick up if you use a more specific word too frequently. A comment on my last graded piece was ‘stop saying understanding’ - I’d used it three times in two sentences… 

I’m sure there’s lots more, but that’s all that comes to mind right now. Please remember that these are TIPS and note RULES - there are no ‘rules’ to writing, you do you, this is just what helps me and some common things my teachers have advised me against

please add your own tips to this post and let’s make it into an editing masterpost!

I will make it quick.

Alright, trying not to cry while writing this post. I just hate the fact that this will be my last time, of sorts, that I will click that ‘Post’ button down there. Anyhow-

As some of you already know this is my last year in high school and that also means my finals are just around the corner. In order to study as much as I need to to be able to get into university I need to make sacrifices. And one of them is tumblr. I wish I wouldnt have to make this post but I need to.

I need to inform you that starting from tomorrow and until the 1st of July I will need to go on a hiatus. And before anyone is fast to click that unfollow button I am here telling you that this blog is NOT dead. We have just come to a season finale, that is all. The next season starts on July second. It is only a hiatus!

This is not something I want, under no circumstances. If it was up to me I’d be writing and posting evryday all year round but this is about my future. And I can’t be an asshole, neither to myself nor to my parents and teachers. They have all tried very hard, me included, to be able to come here and have hope that I can actually get to be something in my life.

I am not talking big here, never was. I’d like to believe I am a down to Earth person (minus the times I daydream about Supernatural) and as that I have decided to take this difficut decision. I could stay, yes, and go on hiatus for only a monthh or two before my exams but I can’t. I need to take this seriously. Other kids have been making this kind of sacrifices ever since the beginning of September and if I wan to achieve my goals I need to do this now.

I won’t be able to post however I will be able to reply occasionally to your mail (not inbox, the other thing though) and I would really love to keep contact with you. Again, the blog is not being closed. I am not quitting because I think that I have a lot more in me as far as energy, passion, love and stories are concerned.

That being said, I hope you all can understand my reasons to this break. It would honestly mean a lot for me to know that you suppot me through this because, honestly, it is about my future guys. It is important for me, more than anything else, and I can’t afford to lose this chance.

So, I guess that’s what I had to say. Here I have links to my masterlist(s) for every story minus those 20 I just uploaded! If you are looking for them just scroll down in my blog and you can find them!

I used to have the entire Masterlist here. Links for every story and imagine I wrote but tumblr obviously let me have only a certain amount of links. So I’ve split it up:

Stories Masterlist 1#
Stories Masterlist 2#

My imagines are a little bit shorter stories, not just gifs, and there are a couple mini-series too! (All links are working trust me!)

Imagines Masterlist #1

Imagines Masterlist #2

So, with tears in my eyes I tell you this angels:

Originally posted by long-live-the-king-of-the-damned

Saphael Fanfic Rec!

Here are the works I’ve been saving throughout last year since the show first aired and up until this point. Amazing works that show this wonderful pairing and each characterization. All the love to the authors! 

As usual, I couldn’t find some authors’ user names. So, if someone knows the user and tag them, that would be very appreciated

87. Careful is my middle name by tveckling

“And where exactly do you think you’re going?”

Raphael’s voice came from behind him. Simon hoped his twitching hadn’t been too noticeable and turned around with a bright smile that he hoped wasn’t too fake. “Just going out.”

A Holiday Encounter by @demiromanticmickey

Admittedly, Simon volunteered to help Raphael to try to talk to him, get to know him better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t working out so well. It turned out that managing a food drive was a lot harder than Simon had anticipated. And whenever he did try to engage Raphael, he was met with short one word responses before ordering Simon with another task.

A Word Between Two Friends by ofEmeraldStars

“You love him.” It wasn’t a question and Magnus’ voice almost sounded awed by what he said, what he realized, when he looked at his friend at his side whose head snapped to look at him, no longer watching his fledgling.

Answer me (please) by all_their_intricacies

To Simon <3 (3:02 AM): i love you  

To Simon <3 (3:03 AM): so fucking much

Appreciation of art by @fangtasticsaphael

He managed to sit on the bench for at least ten minutes before his phone was in his hand and he started browsing Twitter for anything entertaining before updating his account with a Clary abandoned me in the art museum once again message with a sad emoji before he decided to take a silly selfie for Instagram to kill some more time. Just when he took the photo and the camera sound went off - of course, he forgot to mute his damn phone when he went into the museum, fuck - a shadow fell on his form.

Baby, I’m not made of stone by izzyasavestheday (stilessexual)

“Did I ever tell you that we feel everything? The clan, I mean. If I focus enough, I can tell you who’s sad and who’s angry and who hasn’t been sleeping properly. I can tell you who’s been having nightmares. There are no secrets here.”

(Fix-it fic)

Baby’s First Steps by Luuna (you_know_them_trees)

Simon wasn’t flustered, he really wasn’t. And Raphael checking up on him all the time wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like he had a crush or something.

It might have been true… if only Raphael stopped calling him baby.

Before I ever met you by izzyasavestheday (stilessexual)

“You know that moment,” he said “when you wake up and turn over to put your arms around someone –someone you love, someone who means everything to you.”
Magnus’ expressive eyes were soft, soft, soft. “Oh, Simon.”
“I feel so alone,” Simon whispered. “Not in the post-Clary sort of way, either. In the way that I’m supposed to wake up to someone and they’re not there.”
“I’m missing something,” Simon went on, voice cracking. “I’m missing someone but no matter how hard I try I just can’t fucking remember.”

Bitter Sweet by @abluelightinthedark 

“I… I’m sorry. You just looked like the typ of person who drinks their coffee black.“ Simon stutters and rubs his neck, trying to hide the shaking of his hands. “What do you want then?“

The guy actually smirks at him and lets his eyes wander over Simon for a moment, before he answers.

“What I want from you would be really inappropriate to say out loud in here…“ he trails of for a moment, letting the words sink in and then smirks even wider when Simon flushes bright red in the matter of seconds.
“But for the coffee, I would like a caramel macchiato.“


The one where everybody thinks that Simon has a sweet tooth and Raphael loves the bitter stuff, but it’s actually vise versa.

Bleed out in my veins by @eversall

How do you stop loving someone? How do you separate your world from theirs, when you’ve been on a collision course since you were six and sharing crayons, your smiles so intertwined that death doesn’t separate you? How do you say goodbye?
You don’t, Simon thinks dizzily, dropping to his knees in front of Raphael. You say hello to someone else.

Breathing Is A Side Effect Of Being Alive by booksandanime

When you’re alive, your heart beats, your breath catches and comes in gasps, you age and fall in love and die.

When you’re undead, your heart pantomimes beating, you gasp for air that isn’t needed, you never age, you fall in love, you stay together if you decide to.

This is a story of how Simon Lewis let go of normalcy and thoughts of being a monster in favor of falling in love with Raphael Santiago. (It’s not a bad trade, really.)

Brooklyn, brooklyn, take me in by psyches

Honestly, no matter which way you put it, telling anyone you live in a hotel is pretty fucking weird, and it’s not like Raphael has the excuse of a twin brother or a singer mother who works there or the wacky hijinks that ensue.

Or: a brief look at Raphael in a world where Shadowhunters no longer need to exist.

Call me, maybe? by @fangtasticsaphael 

“You’re not planning on giving him a plain black shirt for a few hundred bucks, right?” Raphael asked when his best friend was about to enter one of the fancier clothing stores the mall had to offer and the other raised an eyebrow at him.

“I’m not planning on buying him a black shirt at all.”

“All he ever wears is black. The most colourful your boy gets is wearing grey,” he commented dryly and his lips curled into a smirk when Magnus huffed, unable to disagree because Alec really didn’t wear any other colours. If black and grey could even be considered a colour.

“Well, that’s why I brought you because you always wear clothes as dark as your soul and might actually be helpful in this case,” Magnus replied sweetly and glanced at the store before looking back at his shorter friend questioningly.

Candy Kisses by @abluelightinthedark

Three times Raphael doesn’t enjoy Simon’s kisses + the one time he craves more

Coffee & Spanish by ofEmeraldStars

Simon’s eyes land on his good looking guy at the table next to him and when he and his table partner start talking in Spanish Simon find this as the perfect opportunity to test out his Spanish knowledge.

Cookin’ up love by @moonlightmaia

“Simon! Dios mío, what the hell?”
Simon dropped the fire extinguisher, a sheepish look on his face. The stove behind him covered in smoke and fire extinguisher gas. “Uh, I was just, uh, trying to make dinner?”
Sure, Simon wasn’t a great cook, but he certainly wouldn’t consider himself a horrible cook, Raphael’s kitchen was just… very different from what Simon was used to using. Raphael was a professional and so was his kitchen.

Devotion’s desire. by @saphaeldaily

a character study of raphael santiago and how nothing goes the way he wants.

side of simon/raphael.

Disasters that lead to pretty boys (are worth it) by gayinsight

“My friend is out of town and I’m supposed to be taking care of her pet fish but it died and you work at the pet store help me find one that looks the same so she won’t notice!”

Don’t just leave it all up to chance by @accordingtomel

“Shut up, Jace,” Izzy commands, glaring at him before turning her attention back to Simon. “Okay, so you know how Clary and I are in charge of the Senior Prom Fundraiser?”

“Oh yeah, sure?”

“And you know how we told you we had everything totally covered?” Clary adds.

Simon glances over at Jace in confusion, but Jace just shrugs.

“Well, we kind of need some help now,” Izzy says.

“What kind of help?” Simon asks slowly.

Magnus snorts like he can’t help himself, which means that he must know what’s going on too.

Silence falls over the table for a moment too long before Clary finally comes out with it. “We need you to take a shift at the kissing booth.”


Simon gets roped into working at a kissing booth. The consequences, however, are much better than he could’ve ever expected.

Fight Me On That by @themadtilde

“Well, someone must tell you the straight fact that Gandfalf beats that old wimp Dumbledore so hard that Dumbledore wouldn’t even have a chance if they were to duel.”

Simon’s anger, that slowly had stopped boiling, quickly flamed up again.

“Oh yeah?” he hissed heatedly, slamming his cup down on the table and standing up to be eye-to-eye with Raphael. “Well, fight me on that!”

And then, before Simon could really comprehend what he just had said, he was lying on the floor with Raphael hovering over him, and he felt a throbbing pain in his skull.

(inspired by the tumblr post one day im gonna say “fight me!” and someone’s just gonna fuckin deck me

Fire and Gasoline by @degrassi-fanatic

“Those two are like fire and gasoline.”

That’s what everyone said about them.Raphael Santiago was a fire and, Simon Lewis was the gasoline that only further fueled the other.
“I’m in love with you.” he came out as barely a whisper.If Simon didn’t have vampire enhanced hearing, he might’ve not heard that.

Forever isn’t too long, when i’m right where i belong by moriartyscupoftea

Raphael sat on the living room chair, the cup of tea Magnus had practically forced on him balanced on his knee, while Magnus himself was slouched on the sofa, laughing. “You,” he wheezed in between hysterical fits of giggles, “are going to propose? ToSimon?” Raphael pursed his lips, praying for strength from anyone.

Gazing into your eyes, I know I’m home by ofEmeraldStars

Simon didn’t expect for Raphael to corner him in the abandoned building, but yet there he was pinning him on the spot with his intense gaze.

How to make your local clan leader blush by scalira

Simon realizes vampires are capable of blushing after he sees Raphael getting flustered, and after that it becomes his mission to get Raphael to blush again.

I dont understand Quidditch (or Love) by @slytherinsimon

Simon Lewis is a Hufflepuff that seriously needs to pay more attention around him. Especially the part where he thinks that his best friend, Hufflepuff seeker Clary Fairchild is secretly dating his Slytherin chaser crush, Raphael Santiago.

I Hope So Too by @bathildahotshot

Simon’s not in love with Raphael.

I know what you are (say it) bisexual by thankyouforexisting

Simon tells himself,

It’s not gay, it’s not gay, I’m totally not checking him out, he just had that stain on his right trouser leg….

Raphael is, apparently, a rich as fuck vampire, because the suit shop they go in is fancy as hell. They park in the basement, because, uh, sunlight, and even though dusk has fallen it’s better to be safe than sorry (sorry meaning dead). Raphael keeps smirking, which does nothing to help Simon’s inner mantra that consists of

I’m straight, I’m straight holy fuck is he licking his lip- I’m straight..

“This,” the vampire announces as they walk into the shop, smiling faintly, looking, almost for the first time since Simon’s met him, as if he’s relaxed, “is the greatest place in the world, Simon Lewis.”

He looks at him then, grinning, eyes dark, shining, looking more polished than ever but somehow oddly vulnerable, and Simon’s breath hitches, his insides turning to goo.

His mantra becomes

Let me not jump him, or, at least, not in public..

I Watch It All From A Far (heaven help me) by @geckette

Clary took a sip from her coffee before putting it back down, her face slipping from confused to serious. “Simon. Are you serious? You didn’t know?”

Simon sputtered, his fancy pastry that cost him a pretty penny of 5.78$ flying everywhere from his mouth. Of course, the one time he decides to spend money it gets wasted. “Clary. Oh my god. Clary, I’m dating Raphael.“

Based Off This Prompt:
Saphael, College roommates AU who find that they have been totally boyfriends for months and hadn´t even realized. Brownie points for cuddling!

If i ever had your number, i think i would use it by @eversall

“Er.” Simon says, but that seems to be enough.
“Simon?” Raphael asks.
“The one and only.” He says weakly, making jazz hands even though he knows Raphael can’t see them. “Heyyy, Raphael.”
“You – why is your number in the Pandemonium bathroom?”
It starts because Jace and Simon get drunk together one night without Clary, and since Clary serves as about eighty-five percent of their impulse control they’re hammered within two hours and ready to implement all of their Very Bad Ideas, the ones that are horrifying enough to make Alec grind his teeth and potentially slap them upside the head.

If you wanna find love then you know where the city is by @eversall

Simon comes back to them immediately. He’s pounding on the door the next night, and Raphael stiffens as he smells the scent of the fledgling.
“I’ll go get him.” Lily says, and runs off, her face harsh with anger. She appears a second later, hauling the boy by his collar. His face is ashen with fear – Simon is no good at hiding his feelings. What was it he’s said before? He was born afraid? And his eyes are dark and beautiful, just like always, and Raphael wants to shake him until he understands what heartbreak feels like.
Of course Simon comes back, and of course Raphael is still unbearably in love with him.

In all that’s left of you and me by igniteyourbones

how the saphael reunion really went down.

“You look awful.”

“Thank you, Raphael, really. This is truly the touching reunion I had imagined for us,” Simon says, ignoring the fact that he’d imagined several possibilities but all of them had ended in Raphael ripping him to pieces.

It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time by heartsdesire456

Simon ends up in the ER after a drunken dare and meets the potential love of his life.

It’s a small crime and I’ve got no excuse by mostlikelydefinentlymad

Raphael’s other half is sat across from a beautiful girl with auburn curls and a copy of Jane Eyre on the table.

He’s gesturing at a gray box and giving away a smile that once belonged to mid-afternoons spent tracing the contours of Simon’s body, laughter seeping into the halls of the hotel.

Kindred by White_Marker

Once, hidden in the dark and uncharacteristically intimate for both of them, Raphael had mimicked Simon’s movement in bed, inch by inch, like a game. Simon burst out laughing, pulling an outlandish face, and gripped Raphael’s chin. Raphael reached out and pinched his chin in return.

They lifted each other’s faces, moving it left and right, leaned in and pressed their foreheads together. They let go and traced a finger slowly from their collarbone to their belly button.

Like a challenge, they held each other’s eyes, all traces of humor gone.

For a little while, Simon and Raphael felt as if they were mirrors of some kind. Opposite, but the same.

Soon after, though Simon hadn’t made the connection, the first flicker of blue had appeared.


 Soulmate AU where you slowly start seeing color. Let the angst begin!

Like a halo in reverse by @gilmarverdes

The feeling began to become home. More of a home than vampirism would ever be. He’d stand alone, attempt God, and feel the pain. This is how it is, this is what I deserve, this is what I have become. I am this now. I will always be this. I deserve to hurt—

Until the day that God finally left his lips and remained in his throat, no choking, no burning. Just Raphael and God, severed.

Simon, on the other hand…

"Raphael,” he whispers, “I’m so sorry. I thought—”

Raphael feels a twist in his stomach. It is a feeling that he hasn’t experienced in a very long time. He needs to lead the clan, he needs to give them justice, but he’s alone with Simon, most secure room in the Hotel DuMort like a past life, and all that he can feel is want, hunger, need. There is no room for justice in human want. It’s sick. Raphael is very, very sick; this is the only explanation for the humanness, the only explanation for the twists. 

“Do it again,” Raphael says, his entire being turning into a betrayal right against Simon’s body. “I need you.”

Livin’ just to find emotion by @joanthangroff

When Simon has to transfer to another school - the DuMort Academy -, the only thing that could save him from going mad would be to join the school’s Glee club. Of course, life is not as easy as it could be, and he is denied to join just yet. He somehow manages to persuade the club’s leader, Raphael, to prepare him so he can join in the next semester.

Mail for Ezekiel by @fangtasticsaphael

“Hey, buddy,” Simon greeted the animal and reached out, gently scratching behind the dog’s ear. Ezekiel tilted his head, playfully nudging the man’s lower arm and stared up at him in clear anticipation. He huffed out a soft laugh and reached into the pocket of his light jacket, presenting the dog with a thin postcard with the message “Mail for Ezekiel” with two hearts scrawled next to it and beneath it he had written “have a dog-tastic day”. Ezekiel seemed pleased as usual and ran off with his delivery while the off-duty-postman turned around to leave.

Master of pillow forts by @fangtasticsaphael 

“What do you think you’re doing, idiota?” Raphael asked wearily and frowned at the other’s surprised yelp, followed by a pained sound when Simon dropped the heavy book right on his sock-clad foot. He quickly picked the book up again before directing his wide-eyed gaze at the clan leader who stared back at him with the most unimpressed expression possible.

“You’re back already?”

“Obviously.” Raphael’s expression was a mix of disinterest and boredom but his gaze swept over the things strewn across the room in a silent order to answer his question instead of stating the obvious.

Never just that simple by @fangtasticsaphael 

“It’s not fake concern. I…I know I’ve been preoccupied with my own problems and that I didn’t…that I didn’t think much of the consequences or of…of the position you’re in,” Simon mumbled sheepishly, hands pushed into the pockets of his hoodie and head lowered while trying to keep up with Raphael’s quick steps. It was actually pretty difficult to stick close to the clan leader despite the vampire speed because Simon still wasn’t fully used to it and he could more quickly but not as smoothly and effortlessly looking as Raphael.

“The position you put me in,” Raphael bit out, correcting Simon’s statement with a bitterness that seemed to cut right through the slightly foggy air.

Not Actually Homophobic by @mymalecshinesbright

Raphael was extremely confused. Extremely. He didn’t understand this. He had never felt this before, and yet here he was, feeling it and he didn’t know where it was coming from. But it was here and now he had to deal with the fact that he was apparently homophobic because the sight of seeing his roommate kissing another boy made him want to vomit.

Not Like I Care by ChangeForTheBetter

Simon gets sexiled and seeks refuge in Raphael’s room.

But maybe Raphael doesn’t mind so much.

Of all of the faces, you were the one next to me by  mostlikelydefinentlymad

//if I love you // is that a fact // or a weapon

Of Sleep Deprivation And First Kisses (Or, How Tea Solves Problems) by PossiblyNobody

“You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.

Saphael Tumblr Prompt

On the List of Things (Read: People) Simon Thought He’d Never Do by @rainybookshop

Obviously Simon had missed the memo about his sexual orientation, but he can’t help thinking there might have been smarter ways to find out than by letting himself be seduced by someone who sort of scares the shit out of him.

One cup of coffee (is all it takes to fall in love) by @abluelightinthedark

Simon walks into the Starbucks in only a thin shirt, because he’s an idiot and forgot to take his jacket with him in the middle of november, and opens his mouth to greet his friends, but they are not there.
Instead there’s another dude standing behind the counter, his green apron doing nothing to hide his beautiful body and sadly neither his grumpy expression.

Paved paradise by @simonxraph

Not only has Raphael stolen his parking spot and infiltrated his friend group, now he knows that Simon thinks he’s attractive.

Please Daddy by TrickyVicky3

Simon wilts under the pressure, but needing to have the last word he replies sarcastically, “Sure thing Dad”.

Raphael’s eyes widen “What did you just call me?” Simon looks up at him, placing the now empty glass back on the table in front of him as he licks fresh blood off his lips, “Dad, y’know, Daddy, cos like you’re making me –“

Raphael waves his hands in front of Simon “Please stop” he looks around uncomfortably before speeding away.

Professor knows it all! by @shadowhunterships

I saw a prompt on tumblr : I usually talk to my friends through sign language in class but… apparently you know sign language too… and now you know I think your butt is cute.Simon secretly loves Professor Raphael’s butt and accidentally spills his secret to the professor himself!

Rhododendrons by @gilmarverdes

Part of him was hoping that he would never have to see Simon again; you rip the bandage off fast so it’s less painful, you stitch up the wound quick so it’s less painful, you let it heal slowly. These things take time.

But - who was he kidding, he’s going to be entwined with Simon until the end of time, it seems. Quite literally.

Set me free by @fangtasticsaphael

His dark hair stuck against his forehead in wet, messy curls and every annoyed huff showed in form of a little white cloud leaving his lips and disappearing into the sky. He was a supernatural being but it was obviously too much to ask for some kind of immunity against the temperatures. Sure, he had to appear human but that didn’t mean he basically had to be human.

“Just find the target, make the guy fall in love with the girl and the freezing is over,” Raphael mumbled to himself through chattering teeth and pushed his hands deeper into the pockets of his hoody. At least he couldn’t get sick but this didn’t make the weather any more comfortable. His whole body seemed to be slowed down and stinging from the cold, icy wind pulling at the material of his jeans and the hoody he wore over his t-shirt, his boots kicking up snow with every step.

Shattered hearts by @fangtasticsaphael

“You can’t say it back. Why haven’t you said so earlier? All the other times I said it? I thought you just weren’t ready yet but if you already know you can't love me, why not say it outright instead of leading me on?!” Raphael tried to hide the pain and anger swirling in his chest, masking his emotions with a cold mask.

Magnus had warned him, told him it was a bad choice to start something with Simon because the guy had almost managed to two-time and even if he had been 16 at the time, he still seemed so very undecided when it came to his love life. He clearly couldn’t make up his mind about what he wanted, not back then and not now. Raphael had known it was a risk and he had to fight down the urge to place the blame on himself - to revert back to the thinking that maybe him being asexual and aromantic was the reason why Simon couldn’t commit to this.

The one person he developed romantic feelings for, the one person he actually fell in love with, and here they were, apparently about to break up on Valentine’s Day. It felt like a big, cosmic joke and Raphael suddenly felt so damn tired.

Shelter by @fangtasticsaphael

“I know you’re about to close but maybe I could get a coffee?” Simon asked and his voice almost broke on a few words. He squinted a little because of the beads of water on his glasses that probably blurred his sight but Raphael could see that his dark eyes were mostly unfocused behind the smudged spectacles.

“You look like you rather need some tea and a bed,” he commented dryly and rounded the counter to walk up to the door, flip the sign and then the lock as well. Raphael didn’t care that they were supposed to be open for 20 more minutes. Nobody came in at this hour anyway and Simon’s current state was a more pressing matter anyway.

“So, that’s a no? You do realise I can’t leave when you lock the door, though, right?”

Simon was fidgeting and raised his arm to hide a cough in the crook of his elbow, the sound muffled by the wet material of the hoodie he was wearing - not exactly the right choice of clothing for October if you asked Raphael.

Sign of the times by @joanthangroff

When Raphael is hit by a mysterious spell, Simon has to teach him how to be human.

Simon la Exploradora by RaphaelSantiago

Five Spanish words Simon learnt from watching Dora the Explorer, and the times he said them to Raphael.

Strange crossings. by @sadlyamundane

The universe works in strange ways, maybe that’s why Magnus cancelled dinner with Raphael, maybe that’s why Simon’s blind date doesn’t go as planned.

What ever it was, this was definitely the universe crossing their paths.

Sweetheart by @fangtasticsaphael

“It’s Valentine’s Day, someone probably just wanted to lighten the mood,” Lily commented with a shrug and it might have been a slightly weird thing to do so with almost insulting messages on pastel coloured candy hearts but most clan members did think they were funny and a few had actually started a competition about who could find the most hearts - and the ones with the best messages.

“There’s one with lol no balanced on top of the picture frame in the main hall. I have no idea how they even got it up there,” Elliott informed them while strolling into the room and he stopped behind the couch, right next to Simon’s shoulder who tilted his head back and blinked up at the other vampire frowning at him.

“You have one stuck in your hood,” the other informed him and before Simon could react he had already snatched it up, eyebrows rising when his eyes read the message on the piece of candy.

Te Extraño (I Miss You) by andy_ros3

To Clary: I don’t think I can do this Clary. Is this even a good idea??
From Clary: Simon you have to do this. For yourself. Don’t worry, no matter what happens I’m here for you.
To Clary: You’re right, thanks Clary. Omg we just pulled up outside the club.
From Clary: Go inside and stop freaking out.
To Clary: I’m not freaking out
To Clary: I know your eyebrows are raised. Okay, yes, I’m freaking out. I miss him and I want him and I don’t know why he invited me here. It’s been 3months and 16 days Clary. Why now? Why would he wait so long to contact me for whatever reason? Why was I such an idiot? Oh god what if it’s just to return something I left at his or what if he tells me he’s met someone new and he’s moved on.
From Clary: Simon stop. Stop overthinking this and go inside.
Simon is about to text back to delay entering PanDEMONium but Clary beats him to it. She knows him too well.
From Clary: You’re going to be fine, just go.
Simon enters PanDEMONium expecting it to be the usual vibrant, enthralled and booming place but it’s empty apart from a grand black piano where Raphael sits playing a few notes. Simon knows he does that when he’s nervous.

Tendons too torn to beg (for you to let me back in) by @gilmarverdes

What hurts the most, the thing that makes him really ache, is how familiar he is with Simon. He knows the way that Simon smells; sickly, because every fledgling smells sickly, but with Simon it’s all different. Simon smells like – life, like something sick coming back to life. Like hope crawling out of its grave.

He knows the way that Simon sounds; the unnecessary breaths, the way that his voice mumbles when he talks because he still hasn’t gotten used to his fangs, the wrong thing in his mouth, and the way that he taps his fingers, the exact sound that he makes when he wakes up in the morning. A yawn like a wolf’s howl.

But worst of all, he knows the way that Simon feels.

The Game of Life by raphaelsontiago

“Why is school so damn expensive?” He grumbled, putting his money back in the bank.

“Maybe it’s because you have six cars full of kids, mi sol?” Raphael smirked and Simon wanted to throw the board across the room.

“It’s not my fault I got stuck with such a big family!” He protested. Raphael chuckled quietly and bit his lip.

“You know, a big family wouldn’t be all bad. Six cars of kids would be a bit of a hassle, but I think four or five kids would be nice.” Raphael’s gaze dropped to the floor and Simon nearly choked.

Raphael was asking to have a family with him.

or, the one where simon and raphael play life but they spend more time talking than playing the game

The Morning After by simonsantiago

Simon sits up and stares at Raphael’s back. “Are we…uh…dating now?”

“No,” Raphael says and Simon’s stomach sinks. “I don’t date people who don’t let me sleep.”

The Path To Self-Discovery by @killjoyrow

Simon is the kind of bright, happy guy who needs everyone to be frends with him. Raphael would prefer to have no friends and save himself the headache.

In theory, they’re far better off as distant colleagues - the contrast between them akin to day and night.

In reality, despite claiming to hate each other, the two couldn’t be more perfect. It might just take them a little while to realise it.

The Punishment Fits The Crime by  Hailhydration

When daylighter Raphael Santiago is forced to kill a rogue Warlock, the warlock’s deranged lover curses him to never have a happy ending. Whoever falls in love with the vampire is destined to die if they touch him. To Raphael, who has long viewed himself as unlovable, this seemed like nothing. Of course, he didn’t count on the persistent idiot known as Simon Lewis.

The Thing Is by foggynelson

The thing is: Raphael doesn’t want to love Simon. The thing is: he does anyway.

There is in it, the idea of the fall by scalira

“Angels touched by man cannot stay divine, Raphael. I thought I was very clear on that matter.”

And Raphael knows. He knows. But when he thinks about letting Simon touch him, about his lips pressing down on his, about his fingers tracing his skin, Raphael does not feel doomed. He does not feel tainted.

He feels infinite. He feels bigger than himself.

He feels… he feels human.

This is not what I dreamt it would be by @flying-on-the-wind

Raphael Santiago had always known that his soulmate would not be anything like what his mother had dreamt for him. Simon Lewis, on the other hand, had always dreamt of a soulmate that was nothing like what he got. But are dreams all that important? When real life is a thing that happens, and that you get to actually live?

This is the second part of a series in which soulmates are found upon the touch of skin. Each part will have a different pairing at it’s centre, though all three are linked and together they form a fuller story.

Through Hell or High Water by @shadowcastershq

When Clary drags Simon to his local pool, he’s immediately smitten with the gorgeous but completely unapproachable lifeguard.

Till the sun comes up by @aleclwb

Simon takes a deep breath. “71.”

Clary gapes at him. “71?”

“Yes,” Simon snaps, “Yes, Clary, my number is 71. It’s right there,” he waves her wrist around, a little too aggressively, so it’s actually impossible to read. “The seven and the one. 71. My soulmate’s going to be 71 when we meet.”

Or, everyone has a number on their wrist that indicates how old their soulmate will be when they meet. Simon is trying to deal with the fact that his is abnormally high. It turns out not to be such a bad thing, after all.

Turnabout is Fair Play by @accordingtomel

“Uh, Raph?”

Raphael glances over at Simon with raised brows, using a finger to hold the place in the book he’s reading and shifting his attention towards him.

“Is there a reason that Magnus is sending you pictures of him and Alec kissing?”

Simon turns the phone around to show Raphael said picture.

“I think the better question is why you’re reading my text messages in the first place,” Raphael says, and reaches his free hand out, gesturing for the phone.


In an attempt to annoy Raphael, Magnus starts sending increasingly adorable pictures of him and Alec kissing. However, it’s Simon who comes up with the perfect solution to get him back.

Until We Say “I Do” by heartsdesire456

When they had become engaged, it had been like a switch had flipped with their mothers. They were still very happy for them and they both were waiting with open arms to welcome the other into the family. No, the problem was not dislike.

The problem was that for some reason, the minute a ring came into the picture, both Raphael’s mother and Simon’s mother somehow immediately and independently became obsessed with their son’s future husband converting to their religion.

Upheaval by crystalclark94

Simon, well, he has the most unusual / off the beaten path twist of words etched across his ribs that he’s ever heard of. The font is an elegant black crawl with perfectly dainty pretty loops and swirls, and it says “Dios, I’m going to eat you if you don’t shut up!”

Variation on the word (sleep) by mostlikelydefinentlymad

“You can stare at me later you complete sap, come'ere.” Simon pats the bed, awaiting the slight dip of the mattress. Raphael remains where he is, adoring.

Simon grumbles into his pillow about romantic vampires and kicking Raphael out to sleep on the sofa if he doesn’t get his ass in bed.

Warmth & Light by foggynelson

“I’m cute, huh?”

“Oh shut up,” Simon says, lifting his heading up and looking at Raphael. “You’re absolutely gorgeous and you fucking know it.”

Wear my heart a little louder by @eversall

Raphael sucks in a sharp, unnecessary breath, eyes snapping up to meet Simon’s gaze, and he sounds, for the first time, the way Simon feels; like he’s coming apart at the seams with no hope of being pulled back together. Simon looks away, wants to backtrack and erase his temporary moment of weakness, because he’s not allowed to have that.
It always comes back to this - Simon trying to run away but being rooted to the spot by everything that lies between them.

When “You mean nothing“ turns into “You mean everything“ by @abluelightinthedark

There are two ways someone can whisper into your ear with their lips against your neck.

For one, it can be sweet, gentle, soft, hot, pleasant. A warmth, the feeling of being loved, someone taking care of you, kisses, relationships, compliments.

And then there are the times it’s threatening. A knife against your throat, death so close in front of you, fear. You feel scared, uncomfortable, want to cry. Screaming, kicking, then staying still, shaking, hurting, hoping, praying.

Simon unfortunately had to experience both ways in his rather short period of living.

The thing is, it was the same person every time.

Where my heart and future lies by scalira

Raphael hasn’t been home for the holidays in years. Still being haunted by a tragedy that happened years ago, he isn’t planning on visiting this year either. Until he gets a very persuasive email from a very angry man named Simon Lewis.

Where There is Fire by CastingMoonlight

Raphael is patient when Simon spirals into despair.

Because Raphael knows, and now Simon knows, and Fairchild will never understand what she did to him in the name of love.

Words of the prophets are written on the subway walls by @joanthangroff

After a fight with his current roommate Raphael Santiago is left with moving in with his old friend Magnus Bane. Naturally, this means lots of headaches for him and weird people stepping into his life.

You were always gold to me by mostlikelydefinentlymad

They take away the good in Raphael and reduce him to teeth like talons, a heart of stone. They don’t even have to say the words when his name comes up - “He’s a monster.”

No, Simon wants to say. You’ve never witnessed him stripped bare, armor lying at his feet with a softness in his eyes that makes Simon want to turn away. But they were present when the high walls around his heart became a weapon. They heard the words “Kill them” and glossed over what wasn’t being said - ‘Of all the people, why did it have to be you? I wanted you to stay.’ Nor did they hear the full extent of Simon’s betrayal, how it cut straight into tendons where it bled the most - 'Is it too late to go back?’

They cannot see the gold in him.

You’re an asshole, Mr Santiago! by @fangtasticsaphael

He heard the sound again and it made his hair stand on end because the creaky wood noise sounded like someone walking very slowly, dragging their feet with every step and it was like right out of a horror movie. Simon suppressed the ridiculous urge to go knock on the door to his mother’s and sister’s room but he also felt like these sounds were far from normal and what if ghosts were real after all?! It was the middle of the night, he was still tired and his brain did not function properly - he was allowed to think stupid shit!

Simon couldn’t tell why it seemed like a good idea to snatch up his key and leave his room but that was exactly what he did. Not to investigate the creepy sounds, he knew how such things turned out and he didn’t have a death wish, but to get further away from the noises. The dimmed lights in the hallway made the old hotel look even eerier and a few steps away from his door he severely regretted the decision to leave his room. He turned around to head back, saw a dark silhouette at the other end of the hallway that definitely moved and…he bolted. No.fucking.way!

You’re in the right place by ghostfacers 

Simon Lewis is an average high school teacher just trying to make sure the future generation gets there. He never asked to get his room moved next to the one guy in the whole school who probably hates him the most. That’s all Luke’s fault.

You’re the one that I want by @sadlyamundane 

“Hypothetically” Simon said pushing his Spanish text book away, he leaned back in his hair and watched as Raphael chewed on the bottom of his pen in concentration.
“Hypothetically” Raphael repeated, propping his head up on his hand to show that he was listening.
“If I liked someone, but I don’t” Simon hastily said when Raphael quirked an eyebrow “but if I did and I wanted to know if that person likes me back, what do I do?”

buffynerd  asked:

I love writing and I love coming up with great ideas for stories and reading about how to write, etc. But, I sit down to write and nothing ever comes out of my head and onto the paper. I write outline after outline, but I can't put it together and when I do, it's shorter than expected and often a mess. What can I do to improve my ability to actually write anything?

Nobody decides they’re going to be a marathon runner and gets up and goes out and runs 26.2 miles. Because the first guy to do that might have gotten the job done, but he had a less than happy ending

You work up to it. You train. You practice writing in small bits. Honestly, if writing one good sentence is all you do today, that’s hella more than a lot of people are doing.

Write one good sentence today. It can be about anything. Tomorrow, pick a random topic or setting you’re familiar with and write one good sentence about that. The next day, pick a topic or setting about which you know exactly nothing, do 5 minutes of research and write one good sentence about that.

Then you move to two sentences, then a paragraph. Keep at it. Write more each time. Save everything you write. 

In addition to running, a lot of marathoners work out in other ways. For the writer, that means READING. READ, READ, READ. And now you get to read like a writer. If you missed this post we shared on reading like a writer, check it out. 

I suggest reading at least one book and taking actual notes on each chapter. You might not ever have to do that again, but I guarantee, the way you read will change and when you read good stuff, your life and your writing will get better. 

– Mod Aliya


• “you’re dumb”
• “thanks, i know im handsome”
• “what-”
• all the members cannot stand you but then again when they’re stressed they just call you guys over and it just fixes up their moods
• mark hates both of you
• no exception
• y'all are annoying
• “aYOMURK.”
• taeyong cannot stop sighing around the two of you
• you know why.
• i know you know why.
• “your crush is coming!”
• “be natural- BOOMING SYSTEM UH UH”
• donghyuck thinks memes are dumb
• until he finds one that he thinks is funny.
• then it’s the golden meme and he’s sending it to you every 5 minutes.
• “i love you”
• “thanks, i love me too”
• you guys play really stupid games with really intense punishments.
• like, rock paper scissors where the loser GETS THEIR ASS BEAT.
• no one likes you guys but then again everybody likes you guys and it’s honestly like, same.
• OK but why do you guys seem like the type of couple who’d do the-
• “finish the heart”
• //sends a pic of middle finger
• it really catches him off guard when you call him haechan
• who is haechan.
• you guys literally, SING YOUR LUNGS OUT, TO FIRETRUCK. LIKE. FROM THE “GET IT LIFTED” TO THE “SOBANGCHA” part like it gets so intense
• you guys are both literally the smallest little babies OK LIKE DO NOT EVEN DENY. Y'ALL AREN’T EVEN LEGAL YET.
• not innocent tho
• what is innocence? :“)
• little tiny pecks on the cheek and the lips when no one’s looking bc no one needs tO KnOW.
• you ask donghyuck to sing you to sleep.
• he always replies the same way
• “oh my god shut up and go to sleep im growing and i don’t NEED YOU KEEPING ME UP BYE.”
• but rare days where he just feels a lil, just a tiny bit, clingy, he sings to you.
• but no he doesn’t sing romantic songs or lullabies
• he sings “booming system uh uh, ty track”
• cue taeyong yelling at both of you because you guys are laughing so hard and he’s just, doNE.
• you take his sweaters and hoodies
• he doesn’t even care
• you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know that it’s his.
• donghyuck doesn’t act like it bc HE’S SUCH A SLY LIL DJDJ#&/*
• jeno always tells you how much donghyuck likes you but you just shrug it off and you’re like “idk, i like him a lot, though.”
• he really likes you honestly.
• you guys don’t talk about life till 5 am
• you guys talk about mermaids and whether or not they may or may not exist. till 3 am. bc you guys are growing. don’t you dare skip out on sleep, bad kids.
• you guys watch conspiracy theories ALL THE TIME.
• pretty sure harambe was a social experiment made by aliens living in a different dimension where the earth was taken over and created into a monarchy by the aliens to see how humans in a parallel universe would react to such an event.
• yeah. you guys are weird.
• ok so a really long time ago when you guys were both like, grade schoolers.
• well one day. donghyuck was sitting out on the bench because he sprained his ankle and no one sat down with him and he was just kicking sand with his feet.
• you walked over to him and smiled “hi.”
• “what do U want?” boy was he in a bad mood that he couldn’t play tag with everyone else.
• “i want to play with you!”
• “don’t you see that i can’t play?”
• “i can sit down and talk to you!”
• and that you did.
• donghyuck, the sarcastic, logistical, baby boy who loved running and laughing, was sitting down and talking to you and enjoyed it.
• “when i grow up, i want to sing on a big stage!”
• you smiled and nodded “im sure you can do it.”
• esp jaemin
• jaemin did not even care about donghyuck. he flat out told you that donghyuck liked you but you didn’t believe him.
• and yuta
• yuta has no filter when it comes to hyuck.
• donghyuck denied it
• until one day you two were sitting down enjoying your ice cream on a bench near the lake when were like “donghyuck, damn it-”
• and just, went for it and kissed him
• a gently one
• and donghyuck dropped his ice cream and then you pulled back and started blushing and let out a small “JSFJFJGJG WHY DID I JUST DO THAT UM-”
• but donghyuck then gave you a small peck on your lips to “calm u down” but it didn’t work it kinda made you freak out even more
• like. not in kisses, not in hugs, in actual money.
• he took back the $2.34 he spent on that ice cream cone.
• classic donghyuck for ya
• you guys do a lot of walking together
• you guys walk to school together
• walk to restaurants
• walk to stores
• walk to nearby lakes and parks
• waLks.
• he tries to teach you how to dance and sing
• tries
• what is reading the book before the movie
• what is not collecting every piece of merchandise of your boyfriend
• what is a proper meal and not fast food
• what even is donghyuck.

[Ask RPedia] Writing Too Much, and When It’s a Problem?

Anonymous asked RPedia: Hi! I was browsing online for random stuff about roleplaying and I found a post about what people find annoying, and one of the points was ‘replies that are too long’ and as a person who writes a lot it kinda made me paranoid? Their point was that it is useless and you should just get to the important parts, especially if you repeat yourself or are too wordy. Is it true that people find it annoying? I never thought of it, I always write long replies to explain what is going on on my OC’s head :/ 

Yep, this is actually a problem, but it’s not a problem for the reasons you’ve listed! Look, I’m gonna give you two sample posts, you tell me which one is more fun and we’ll dissect why. This is actually a very common problem, because a lot of kids really, really, want to impress their partners, but just don’t have the skills (or possibly the ability to frame new details/information) to do so yet. Your content and presentation, essentially, has to mean something, and relate to what you’re talking about in your post. Your wording should add to the story in some way; be that to elicit a response, or explain an idea you want to get across in some way so the other author knows about it. Squish unimportant things together to make them more important bullet points, or don’t say them if at all they don’t add something to the pot. That’s the major concept here. 

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7/50 - “I’ve never killed anyone before.”

Fandom: All for the Game/The Foxhole Court
Characters/pairings: the Foxes (mostly Neil and Kevin), Jack/andreil mentioned
Summary: Jack won’t leave Neil alone.
A/N: Because I saw this post and all I could think of was tfc/aftg. Tbh it’s all I think about these days.

From the beginning Jack had a problem with Neil. Neil didn’t know much about Jack except that he must have talent if Kevin wanted to recruit him. Most days he thought the talent wasn’t worth the headache he brought into Neil’s life.

Every week Jack focused on a different aspect of Neil’s life - past or present, his personality, his inexperience, his relationships, the way he passed the ball, whatever. He made stupid comments and was unnecessarily rough but Neil could handle it. He gave as good as he took and he was confident in his place on the team.

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the start of vices & virtues

hi. back at it again with an analysis nobody asked for. so today, folks, we’re doing it on ballad of mona lisa and this one was a lot of fun, but so are all of them. whatever.

now, chronologically, this one is known to be the first song written for all of v&v. this song, according to wiki, was written after pretty. odd. was released but before they had toured so it’s old. now, that’s just important to how i’m phrasing all of this, knowing the timeline. (aka, this is before whatever happened in cape town).

before we start, we’re going to talk about the title right quick. so the definition of ballad is: a poem or song narrating a story in short stanzas. so really, this if just a fancy way of saying that this song is a story about mona lisa. now, the thing that stumped me and my sister for a long time was why mona lisa? why her in particular? songs are very meaningful in the way that things as big as that aren’t an accident. it’s not a name you pull out of your ass as a placeholder. she has some sort of meaning to this song (especially since she shows up in the lyrics later in this song (also in another song, hmmm). so we looked into the meaning of mona lisa and there’s a lot of different things but a lot of what we found was mysterious person. nobody knows who she was, they have guesses but we’ll never know for sure. she’s this person that we all know what she looks like but we don’t know who beyond that. hmmm, how can i tie THAT into a song?

anyway, if you didn’t get it, mona lisa is ryan. she, in this song, is ryan, and he is brendon.

She paints her fingers with a close precision

He starts to notice empty bottles of gin

And takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for

so first off, brendon was talking about this lyric in an interview. he said that this is about someone dolling themselves up. but like, honestly, if you watch any of panic, that’s not really brendon’s thing tbh. like, sure, he wears high heels sometimes but makeup isn’t really a brendon thing. (even in early panic days, he wasn’t all that emo until he met ryan). with that, it was very much ryans thing to do the emo makeup and such, not brendon’s. so with that in mind, this is about someone dolling themselves up which could also be a reference to putting on a facade, lying about who someone is. cough cough mona lisa?

then, these other two lyrics, it was kinda hard to figure out what they meant so here’s our idea. so, early panic days, even up to pretty odd, they were kinda wild. they drank a lot and did a lot of drugs, tbh. i think that when ryden first started, it was a thing like opportunity? they were both drunk so why not. now where the lyric comes in, i think that the relationship between ryan and brendon started with a lot of drinking but brendon fell in love with ryan, ryan never loved brendon. so when brendon developed feelings, he didn’t need to be drunk or high to be able to sleep with ryan. but for ryan, that never changed. this song, as you’ll see, is a lot about brendon sort of realizing that maybe ryan didn’t love him the way he wanted him to. ryan still had to be drunk in order to sleep with brendon and this is brendon realizing that. he’s looking around and seeing all these alcohol bottles and other things and realizing that ‘hey, maybe things aren’t what they should be’. the last lyric of that chunk ties into all of that. he pauses from what he’s doing, whatever brendon was doing, and looked over things. he was looking at all the signs, things ryan had said, things he’d seen and realized that, again, maybe things weren’t what they should be.

A lonely speaker in a conversation

Her words were swimming through his ears again

There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for

so, this one took us a little while to get but hear me out. so we said that brendon was the only one who fell in love, right? just, for now, say that this ‘conversation’ is actually just a metaphor for sex. so, with brendon being the only one in love, he was the only one really contributing in a sense. sure, ryan could get his dick hard and you know, have the sex stuff but, there wasn’t any feelings. ryan was just doing it, there wasn’t anything more to it then that. kind of a shitty feeling for brendon and this song is him realizing that.

then, i posted an analysis for northern downpour that you can read here. basically, if you’re gonna be too lazy to read then, here’s a very short synopsis. ryan was basically saying that he doesn’t feel the same and it’s this long, very extra way to tell brendon that he’s delusional if he thinks that ryan will love him. ANYWAY, this song is a lot about brendon starting to doubt the truth that he seems to have conjured up and so he’s thinking over the songs off pretty odd that ryan wrote, thinking about them and trying to see them from ryans perspective almost. he heard northern downpour as a love song and he’s starting to think about it as what it really was, a song that said i will never love you.

this line comes up again at the end so there’s some significance but this is still the beginning, brendon is still on the fence about what he believes. he’s not wanting to let go of the man he loves yet so he’s saying here that ‘hey ryan, it’s not that hard to show me a little bit of love’. it’s kinda sad, really. he’s saying that he’s not that hard to leave.

He senses something, call it desperation

Another dollar, another day

And if she had the proper words to say,

She would tell him

But she’d have nothing left to sell him

so remember at the beginning how i said that he was brendon? it still is, fam. anyway, brendon is sensing desperation in himself. he’s watching this relationship fall apart in front of him and he’s not sure what he’s desperate for but it’s something. he wants to either have ryan say he’s in love or say that he isn’t. he needs one of the two before it starts to ruin him (hint: it already has). anyway, another dollar another day, is just a fancy way of saying that he’s going through the motions. we say with the bottles of gin that brendon was starting to realize that things weren’t right and that’s starting to play in the front of his mind. he’s not ready yet to give up so seeing ryan and trying to be with him is starting to feel robotic. he’s just walking along and he isn’t quite sure what to do yet, he doesn’t know.

so i’m definitely taking this proper words thing, again, as i love you. this song is a lot, to me, about brendon desperately trying to hold onto whatever he thinks that him and ryan have. this was written when ryan was still in the band and i’ve hinted/mentioned at it before. i think their relationship was very one-sided. even their stage gay was very one-sided. i think that their relationship was brendon falling hard and fast for ryan but ryan didn’t see him romantically. i think to ryan, their relationship was purely sexual and brendon just tried to see past it all. i think this song was brendon questioning a lot of things and finally, maybe, seeing that ryan wasn’t truthful. (i’m totally rolling with that through the duration of their relationship he hinted at feelings to keep brendon saited but didn’t mean it). so if ryan had the words to tell brendon that he didn’t actually care romantically (without losing the sex) then he would have. he would tell brendon if he could keep their friends with benefits thing. if he did though, he wouldn’t have any other lies to feed to brendon to keep him around (and keep the sex).

Mona Lisa wear me out

Pleased to please ya

Mona Lisa wear me out

so first off, let’s go back to mona lisa. in this song, mona lisa is ryan. now we’re bringing up again the meaning behind her and the fact that nobody knows who she is. and we’re going to take ryan as a catfish, of sorts. he’s been lying to brendon this whole time. sure, it was fun and games to fuck for them at the beginning but once brendon fell in love, he had to lie to keep brendon around. he never loved brendon but brendon has loved him for a long time. so with that, nobody knows the real ryan anymore which is why he’s mona lisa. he’s been lying for so long that they feel he’s just a fake, they can’t believe anything that leaves his mouth.

so then to the rest of the lyrics. brendon is asking ryan to wear him out (which I’m going with sexually cause everyone gets worn out after a sexual encounter, yeah?) wear me out, tire me out, make me sweat, yadda yadda. then he says ‘pleased to please ya’ which is very ,,, i wanna say cringey. this is why i said that brendon is beginning to think that ryan wasn’t so truthful. it’s almost like he doesn’t want to believe but he can’t outright deny the possibility. he’s saying that it makes him happy to please ryan. he puts out sexually because he thinks that that’s what’s keeping ryan around. he doesn’t want ryan to leave so he’ll do anything (sexually) to keep him interested in brendon. which, is really fucked up but, ya know. then he goes back to asking to be worn out (sexxxxxxx).

ALSO i would just like to point out that the music video is different just slightly. my sister came to me with almost tears in her eyes like ‘MANDELA AFFECT’ and it was trippy. in the music video he drops the ‘pleased to please ya’ and the second mona lisa which i don’t think was an accident. it’s HIS music video, why does he need to cut those like 5 seconds to make it shorter. that would have been done when originally recording the song. now, it’s already a single and it’s already popular. bands are more likely to lengthen a music video to add things in (talking, extra things that aren’t a song thing) rather than shorten it. so why? my only thought on that is since this came in v&v, after he’s already gone through the breakup, he feels ashamed at his actions. a slut? (no slutshaming, please don’t hurt me)

also, speaking of music videos, i wanna talk about how mona lisa in the video is portrayed as a child. this is something that i’ll talk about later too when mona lisa comes up in a different song (side eye emoji). but anyway, why? mona lisa in this song is portrayed as a love interest, why is she suddenly a child? kinda rape-y ya know? but this is my thought. we’re going with ryan has been lying, right? he’s been lying to brendon about his feelings and honestly, let’s talk about how literally everyone and their dog sees ryan as innocent. he’s got this little babyface and he smiles and everyone is like ‘awwww’. so that’s what brendon saw too, ya know? he sees this innocent man and he probably, when he first started doubting things was like, ‘come on, ryan wouldn’t lie, he’s too innocent’. and come on guys, children represent innocence through and through.

so i’ve saved the pre chorus and the chorus for last cause it always seems to flow better for me that way ?? i dunno. also it’s typically one of the last things you hear in a song so it just makes sense. heres the pre chorus

Say what you mean

Tell me I’m right

And let the sun rain down on me

Give me a sign

I want to believe

now this is really blunt. like i said, brendon is questioning things and i think this song is him expressing that he wants to know if his doubts are true or not. maybe he’s giving into the doubts a little more now, getting a little harder to ignore. he’s blunt. tell me what you want, is first. say what you mean, say the truth, tell him that he’s correct in thinking that it’s not real. and i know this can be taken as “tell me i’m right that you love me” but this song is really negative, honestly. it’s not a love song, he’s not asking for a confession of feelings. at first we took the point of ‘say i love you’ and my sister was talking about how the sun raining down on him is a sign of happiness. which, yes, i totally get that but like i said, this is not a love song. when we changed our thoughts on this to ‘tell me you never loved me’ i looked at it as a sign of freedom. he’s finally being proven right, his doubts are at ease because they’ve been proven. yes, brendon is sad because heartbreak fucking sucks but he doesn’t need to worry anymore which is also a relieving feeling. the light is positivity in a dark time. this is looking on the bright side when everything else sucks. but like i said, brendon was very much in love with ryan. while he’s starting to see that he’d been lied to, he doesn’t want to believe it. he wants to believe that ryan loved him and he’s fighting desperately to hold onto a rope that is frankly falling apart right before his eyes.

Whoa, Mona Lisa,

You’re guaranteed to run this town

Whoa, Mona Lisa,

I’d pay to see you frown

so, as i said before, this is a callout to ryan. hey ryan, you’ve been running my feelings and this band. which is totally fucking true. pretty. odd. was not brendon’s choice in music, it was ryan’s. even fever was ryans idea. (even the lyrics my dudes. though not all of the lyrics are 100% ryans so fuck off with that shit). he was the one that wanted more of the beattle’s aesthetic because guess who, after leaving panic, went on to write MORE music that was beattle’s ish. ryan fucking ross. brendon went back to his steampunk, heavy bass (thanks dallon) music. he’s always been a little more into that. (also pop and frank sinatra but ya know, whatever). then again, hey ryan, i want to see you frown. this line i am analyzing last because i think it’s meant to come last. the chorus is supposed to be the main thing in this song which would only make sense to have it come last. the verse’s lead up to it, you’d read them first but song structure and such. ALSO, EACH TIME, THIS COMES AFTER THE PRECHORUS AFTER HE’S ASKED TO BE PROVEN RIGHT, THANKS. each time, he’s saying he’d love to see ryan frown after ryan (hypothetically) had the chance to admit that he never loved brendon. i’m also going with that since ryan didn’t love brendon, his heart wasn’t in this. their little breakup won’t hurt ryan the way it tore brendon up. ryan could have shrugged this off and been unaffected by it. brendon wants to see him hurt the way he did.

There’s nothing wrong with just a taste of what you’ve paid for

and then this line comes up a second time. it’s the actual end of the song, this is after brendon is realizing that ryan was full of shit. it’s revenge. he wants ryan to feel the pain that brendon did. he wants ryan’s heart to get torn out. it’s very angry, honestly but deserving almost? he’s already asked ryan to show him a little love and that probably didn’t go so well (cape town?) so now brendon is asking for ryan to get hurt.


fionareeves-blog  asked:

Hi! My 8 year old autistic son suffers from nightmares in his sleep all the time. I know that autistic people are prone to suffer from more sleep problems than any other group of people (getting to sleep, staying asleep, nightmares, night terrors, sleep walking, etc.), but I wondered if you had any ideas at all as to if there was anything we could do to help him? My son and I have talked about it a few times, and I said I'd do some research for him. Thanks! Fiona

Oh my gosh this is such a hard question!

When it comes to autistics and discomfort of any kind, the first thing I always look for is a sensory source. What is causing the discomfort? Basics first, and I would suggest the basics even if you’ve already done them (and I would suggest doing them regularly because it is always worth checking in). You’ve probably already done this but I’m going to go over it for other readers.

Control the sensory environment. Is there anything in the environment that can be changed to make the night more comfortable? A fan to cool the air a little more? Less light? More light?

If you haven’t tried weighted blankets, a lightly weighted blanket is safe for sleeping at night, and for a lot of us crawling under a blanket is like turning of a switch. It’s the best Mom Hug ever. Seriously. If you haven’t tried it, try it (though to be fair, they can be expensive).

The most inexpensive that I have personally found is, however, I have not purchased one (yet!) so I cannot speak to quality. Of course, if it is within your budget, I recommend finding an autistic quilter or seamstress and supporting their business. If you need help finding a reliable source, I can help there (ask or PM is fine!). I’m sure my followers have a lot of suggestions there, too!

Moving beyond the basics, and I am guessing this gets closer to an answer for your question, “What if the sensory issue is emotional?”

In my case, nightmares are caused almost exclusively by my anxiety and PTSD; I am terrified of being abandoned by people, because of that I have all kinds of horrible dreams about the things I will do or the things others will do that ultimately result in abandonment.

Of course, something like that is hard to control. I can’t just remove the sensory input (emotional response to anxiety or PTSD in my case). I’ve been in therapy for years now, and I still have issues with this stuff.

But with emotional stuff talking does help. With a child, I wouldn’t suggest just before bed, like my wife and I, but maybe an hour before bed when there is still time after to distract the mind before the bedtime routine.

Basically, if you think the source of the nightmares is emotional, getting the thoughts out before bed but not to close to bed, might help ease some of the nightmares.

Try to get your son to stay on topic, but let him run the conversation. What are the things he worries about at school? At home? When he is playing alone? Watching TV?

If he doesn’t feel like talking, it is okay to push a little because sleep is a health issue, but obviously there is a line where pushing too hard just adds to the problems. If he doesn’t want to talk, then share some of the things that you worry about.

And to be clear, share your current worries. Obviously you are worried about him, you can start with that but don’t focus on it. This is about expanding the conversation. If you’re worried about work, share that. If you are worried about the political climate, share that.

The idea here is emotional reciprocity by example. If you want him to dig deep and really try and figure out what is bothering him, you need to do the same. Answer is questions as honestly as possible, with as little simplification for his sake as possible. Basically, talk to him like an adult.

Emotional stuff is hard, but if you invest in him, he will invest in you. Of course, you have to be on the watch for autistic language. You probably know his language better than anyone but him, but for other readers this means non-neurotypical modes of communication.

Watch his body language. Does he rock when he is emotionally agitated? You might be close to what is bothering him. Does he spin around when he is happy? You’re connecting with him, but not in the right area.

Make this part of your routine for the evening, including the extra time between the talk and bedtime. Your conversation with him can be five minutes or thirty or an hour. Whatever you think is reasonable for his routine. But make it a daily thing if you can. Or at least two or three times a week. I suggest shorter and daily because routines are easier that way, IMO.

Keep looking for answers here in the autistic community, I am going to tag a few people who might have more experience with this than I do.

All of that said. If the nightmares still persist, and talking doesn’t help, and therapy doesn’t help, there are medical options that are safe. I will not share them in this post, as they are a little further afield than I want to go here, but you can PM me or send another ask.

To recap:

  • Check the sensory environment. Let him control it.
  • Try a weighted blanket if you haven’t already.
  • Add nightly conversations about the things that cause anxiety, whatever those are for him.
  • Reciprocate, reciprocate, reciprocate, in those conversations
  • Check with other autistics I’ve tagged, and the community at large
  • Check back for replies to this post to see what others comment!
  • Last resort, there are medical options that are safe (but seriously, LAST resort).

Some people who might have more experience than me (and may or may not have additions to offer to my general suggestions above):

@butterflyinthewell @autismserenity @autistic-parenting @autisticeducator @strangerdarkerbetter @vulcanfeminist and I know there are more of you and I just can’t remember who might have thoughts on this because brain is a jerk. If I missed someone obvious, my apologies.

xxsnowchildxx  asked:

A definite yes to preggy TaeTae. He's such a cutie ♡♡

Ohhh i hope this is for the wolf au!! Im on mobile right now so please excuse any mistakes ill try to come back and edit them when i get on my laptop.


A pregnant Taehyung is actually a little bit of a mess. He’s still trying to figure out how to be an omega and now paired with being pregnant, its really not easy.

Especially because male wolf pregnancies are a lot harder and shorter than normal pregnancies. Male omegas go through body changes where their insides shift to be able to hold the pups and not only that, they also have to deal with shots and other medicine to help them make certain hormones needed to help their pups.

The beginning for Taehyung is especially hard. He gets these cramps that often leave him curled into a ball and whimpering until Yoongi comes back home from the studio and holds him. The first time it happens he’s actually really fucking scared something is wrong with him but is quickly assured by his doctor that its normal as its just his body preparing him.

Yoongi spends most of his nights cuddled up by Taehyung while he rubs his omegas stomach with a warming lotion.

When the cramps aren’t hitting him though its really nice. Of course his tummy takes some time to grow but that doesnt stop Yoongi from placing his face near Taehyungs stomach and talking to his unborn pups.

“Hey babies its daddy, take it wasy on your papa okay?”

Taehyung giggles and runs his fingers through Yoongi’s hair as he listens to his alpha. He’s a bit scared because his doctor has told him male omega can have up to five pups at a time but he knows no matter what Yoongi will be his support.

Taehyungs craving are actually funny too. He makes whatever member is with him at the time try anything he’s eating. Poor Jimin gets the worst of it as he’s extra protective over his best friend and spends the most time with him. One time Jimin is forced to try watermelon and peanutbutter and he almost cries while Taehyung happily eats.

He starts showing around the two month mark. It’s not super super noticeable but his shirts are starting to fit a bit tighter and his bump is viewable from the side. It makes the alpa in Yoongi growl with a new kind of possesiveness because those are HIS pups inside of HIS omega. He especially likes it when he catches Taehyung napping on their bed shirtless and cradling his tummy.

On the fourth doctors visit they find out they are expecting three pups! Taehyung is happy but a bit scared while Yoongi is grinning with pride because his omega is strong enough to give him that many pups on the first try. He spends more time than normal that night talking to his pups.

“One of you has to he an alpha okay? So you can keep your papa safe while I’m working on songs.”

When BTS is scheduled to have a comeback, Taehyung is already four months pregnant and heavily showing. He’s wadling around now and his feet swell more but that doesn’t stop him from going to practices and supporting his members even if he can’t really dance along. The pups tend to kick more whenever the members are practising one of the Cyphers and Taehyung giggles because obviously his babies have good taste.

There’s also a lot of baby bump pictures on twitter. Taehyung loves to post little videos of things on his belly so fans can see how the babies kick.

There are a few moments when Yoongi has to hold Taehyung as he sobs because his hormones are a mess and he’s read some mean comments online. Wolves arent a new thing to the public but male omegas that are pregnant are and that often gets haters. Eventually he just stops reading them and focusses on his supporters.

“Hey Yoonie, how long are omega typically pregnant?”

Yoongi’s in the middle of rubbing Taehyungs swollen feets when he pauses.

“Well its usually around six to seven months.”

Yoongi grins as he can smell the excitment coming from Taehyung. Soon they’ll be able to meet their babies!!

Around five months Yoongi notices that Taehyung has been smelling him more. Its not that noticeable really but he of coursw catches it right away. Taehyung is wearing his shirts more and holding to his face when he’s reading or watching anime. It makes him feel a type of way because he’s read omega only do that as a form of comfort. He pulls Taehyung into a hug so the omega can just bury his face into Yoongi’s neck instead and smell him better.

While it’s not really possible to be able to tell if the pups are going ro be alpha beta or omega until they are born, Yoongi and Taehyung are excited to find out one of their babies is for sure stronger than the others and might definitely be alpha.

Its not all pretty though. Yoongi sighs a bit as he’s cuddling with Taehyung in their sleep and he wakes up to a crying Taehyung and a wet spot on him. He already knows Taehyung must have had an accident as he is bigger now and its not as easy for him to get up when needes. He gently gets up and changes his omega and himself and the sheets and spends some time assuring Taehyung that its normal and no he’s not gross its all apart of being pregnant.

When Taehyung does go into labor its just a wild ride. He’s in the dorm alone because the members are at a music recording and he’s trying to relax in the bath tub when he feels a sudden pain. Its sharp and directly to his stomach and his instincts kick in right away. He reaches for his phone and calls his personal manager and with some help they get him to the hospital. As soon as Yoongi hears that Taehyung is in delivery he leaves the show without even taking his mic off.

The alphas heart breaks when he arrives to the hospital and sees that Taehyung is curled up in a ball on his side crying. The omega has an iv in his hand and other things connected to him and Yoongi waste no time going to his omega side and doing as best as he can to hold him through his pain.

When it’s actually time for Taehyung to deliver he has to have all the cords taken out so he can shift into his wolf form. After his shift its just a blur of crying and slick and whimpering.

The first pup is a male omega they name Sangmin. The second another male omega, this one though is special because his eyes are the same striking blue that Yoongi’s wolf are. They name him Sanghyuk. Finallt the hardest time Taehyung has is with their last child. It’s bigger than the rest and Taehyung has to take breaks because he just cant. Finally though, she comes out and wow a female alpha. They name her Sunmi.

(Well we finally have the pups! Let me know if you want me to continue life with the pups!)

Story of us

Summary: Y/N always thought that her and Calums story would be like a fairytale, but perhaps it’s just a story without a happy ending. Based on Taylor Swifts song.

A/N: I’m really sorry that I haven’t been active in ages, but there’s a lot going on in my life right now, and I don’t have that much time to write… I’ll admit that this is not the best I’ve written, but then again it’s not the worst either, so I hope you’lll all give it a chance! x

Used to think one day we’d tell the story of us

How we met

And the sparks flew instantly

And people would say “they’re the lucky ones”


Your mother would always tell you stories about princesses and princes who met and fell in love at the first glimpse they caught of each other and at first, you believed her. But when you got older and experienced falling in love for the first time, you realized that the stories weren’t as realistic as you had thought when you were a little girl; love at first sight didn’t happen outside fairytales and definitely not for an ordinary girl like you. However, when you met Calum Hood, you began to question that belief. As soon as your eyes met his brown ones, fireworks filled your body, time stopped and it felt like you were being hit by a lightning.

Suddenly, you found yourself in a reality that had a lot in common with the fairytales of your childhood and the romantic movies you liked to watch as a teen. And in a matter of few seconds, you felt yourself ripping your heart out of its place in your chest and placing it in his long, elegant hands. Somehow, your heart quickly adjusted to the feeling of the rough skin that he gained from playing on stringed instruments, and his palms became its home. And if it wasn’t enough that your heart belonged to him, his voice was nearly hypnotizing to you and you swore you saw a future in his glance with loving kisses, palms intertwined and picnics at the beach.

You always thought that one day, when you and Calum had settled down, gotten married and had kids, you would them the story about how you met, how the sparks flew instantly and how it was clear to anyone who saw you, that the two of you belonged together. And you had been so sure that there in a couple of years would be small children with Calum’s chocolate brown eyes and your (y/h/c) hair, but suddenly the two of you weren’t even on speaking terms and the future you had thought were right in front of you, vanished like smoke in front of your eyes.


I used to know my place was a spot next to you

Now I’m searching the room for an empty seat

Cause lately I don’t even know what page you’re on

When you were with Calum, you knew who you were and where you belonged. Your place was next to him, whether it was in a red velour seat at an award show, walking beside him in the street with your hand in his or on the couch late at night, watching a cheesy movie while tucking at his small curls. But now here you were, completely by yourself and looking for an empty seat where your eyes would have no chance of catching a glance of him. However, you couldn’t prevent your eyes from taking in his appearance just for a couple of seconds before you sat down. He looked great, he really did. His hair had gotten a bit shorter since the last time you saw him and the dark circles under his eyes were not as prominent as they used to be, but he still looked like the Calum you loved, and the need for him made you feel like you were out of air. Without him at your side, you felt empty, like there was a big piece missing in your puzzle.

He hadn’t seen you yet; he was busy chatting with Lauren, Ashton’s sister, and you weren’t sure you wanted him to. Because if he did, one of you would have to choose whether to greet the other or not. And since you hadn’t heard a thing from him since the breakup or had had the energy to ask his friends how he was doing, you had no idea which one he would choose. But perhaps you would find out today, and you couldn’t help but wonder if the reason for you being invited to his best mate’s wedding was because Calum missed you just as much as you missed him.

Oh, a simple complication

Miscommunications lead to fallout

So many things that I wish you knew

So many walls up that I can’t break through


You had tried so many times to go over the break-up, but no matter how many times you tried, you couldn’t figure out what had coursed it. It had happened slowly; so slow, you didn’t even realize it before it was too late. He went on tour, and somehow, without any of you noticing it, good morning-texts and late night-calls became less frequently, and when he finally returned home to you, you had lost to ability to communicate with each other. There hadn’t been an actual talk between the two of you about letting go of your relationship, but one day when you came home, his things were gone, and about a week after, you changed your relationship status on Facebook and deleted the Instagram posts that he was in. However, here you were; 2 months after the day where you and Calum’s paths went in different directions and still as heartbroken as if it had happened yesterday.

While you stood there looking at the man, whom you had thought were the love of your life, you felt the words you never got to say to him fill up your body. You wished you contained the courage to walk up to him, to sit down beside him and tell him how you felt. Tell him, that you were sorry, tell him, that you laid in bed every night, longing for his sweet humming against your hair and his arm around your shoulder. You would tell him, that you loved him and that you needed him to take you back, because without him, your life felt like it was without purpose. But you weren’t brave enough, and the words that would forever be engraved in your longing heart was just another wall you couldn’t break through.


Now I’m standing alone in a crowded room

And we’re not speaking

And I’m dying to know

Is it killing you

Like it’s killing me?


When you stood there, completely alone while being surrounded by people you just two months prior had called your friends, you realized that the feeling of being alone didn’t come from not talking to anyone, but instead because Calum’s hand was missing from your back and the sound of his laughter gone from your ears. And even though there were only about five meters between your bodies, it felt like you were in different galaxies.

Now that you saw him again, reality finally hit you; you weren’t the cause of his smile anymore, the reason for the sparkle in his eyes or the person he seemed to mention in all conversations, simply because he couldn’t talk about himself without talking about you. Just like Calum were a part of you, you had been a part of him. Your pieces had fitted perfectly together, and even though neither of you had been one to believe in the one and only or soulmates, none of you could deny the feeling that the two of you belonged together in ways, that could be hard to understand for others and sometimes even for the two of you. And that’s why it felt so bizarre that you now stood alone and wondered if you were the only one feeling like you were drowning.

I don’t know what to say since a twist of fate, when it all broke down

And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now


Just like you couldn’t help but believe that it was written in the stars that you and Calum would find love, it felt like your break up had been out of your hands too; like it was some strange twist of fate that tore your heart into pieces, and neither you nor Calum were given any other choice than to walk away from each other. And perhaps it was destiny that the two of you would find each other and think that this was the person you wanted to spend the rest of your life with, and then ending up breaking the other’s heart instead. Perhaps you went through all this pain because there was an important life lessen you had to learn. Either way, it hurt like hell, and you couldn’t help but think about the fact that your perfect fairytale suddenly looked more like a tragedy. Why hadn’t the fairytales, you had grown to believe in, warned you that sometimes, a happy ending was out of reach?

How’d we end up this way?

See me nervously pulling at my clothes and trying to look busy

And you’re doing your best to avoid me


It was time for the groom’s speech, in this case Ashton’s, and you cursed yourself for letting the curly haired boy’s beautiful words become background noise in favor of thinking about you and your ex’s situation.

Ashton always had a way with words, and that was clear to the reactions his speech received. If it wasn’t for the fact that this was his and his beautiful wife’s big day, you would have begged him to explain your contradictory feelings; how you could love and miss someone as much as you loved and missed Calum, while knowing that the relationship you had shared with the Maori boy had so little chance of getting back on track. It was somehow always easier for you to wrap your head around things when Ashton had explained them for you, and you wished he could do it now; maybe then you could begin to move on.

“Well, my dear Mrs. Irwin, I think it’s time to get this party going. May I have this dance?” Ashton’s words to his wife pulled you back to reality, as the happy couple made their way to the empty floor. People gathered in a circle around Ashton and his wife, but you just kept standing in the corner of the room. The circle of people was slowly dissolved, as more and more joined in on the couple, and at last, you were one of the only people whose body didn’t move to the beat.

I’m starting to think one day I’ll the story of us

Of how I was losing my mind when I saw you here

But you held your pride like you should have held me

As you stood there, leaning up against a cold marble pillar, you started to wonder how the story about you and Calum would be told in the future. If it would be the tragic story of two stubborn individuals who couldn’t find the right words to tell each other and then deciding not to say anything at all, because they were too proud in the end. Perhaps your story would be a tragedy as great as Romeo & Julie, or perhaps it would be as unknown as any other sad love story that lives forever in the hearts of the involved, but never is said out loud.

The guests were still dancing, and after a few minutes even Calum joined in. A gorgeous brunette with the body of a model were the lucky girl who got to dance with your ex, and when she whispered something in his ear, he shot her the biggest smile you had seen of his face in a long time. There hadn’t been a lot of smiles in the last period of your relationship, to be honest, and you had missed seeing it more than you had realized. Calum always smiled with all his white teeth visible, and he looked incredibly cute when doing so. Clearly the girl thought the same, ‘cause right after, she shifted even closer to his lean body and placed her fingers on his chest. He didn’t remove them, and he didn’t even look uncomfortable. Had he gotten over you this fast? Didn’t it take him more than two months to forget you, the girl he always swore he’d marry?

Oh I’m scared to see the ending why are we pretending this is nothing

I’d tell you I miss you but I don’t know how

I’ve never heard silence quite this loud

When Calum finally caught your glance, his body stiffened and a sorrowful expression appeared on his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but you weren’t sure, and even if you were, it could just be to the girl in his arms. However, his brown orbs didn’t dart away from yours a second and as cliché as it may sound, all the loud voices and the slow music disappeared and it felt like you and Calum were the only ones in the room.

All the broken promises and shattered pieces of both of your hearts made you wonder how Calum would describe it, perhaps in a song, and you were pretty sure the words would be something like “never heard a silence quite this loud”, because at least that was how you felt.

Calum was the first to break the trance and look away, and the sting in your heart felt like it would tear your whole body apart. He was so close and had never been further away, and it only took him a few seconds to get himself together after your moment. How could he act as if all of this was nothing?


This is looking like a contest

Of who can act like they care less

But I liked it better when you were on my side

But two could play this game, you decided and searched the room for a good looking person. The first who caught your attention was a male, probably in his mid-twenties with curly blond hair and, from what you could see, a nice smile and kind eyes. When he realized you were looking at him, his cheeks heated up. He was good enough for the purpose, you decided.

You made your way through the room and took a sip of your champagne while doing so. Perhaps it would get you the courage to let another man touch you like Calum was supposed to. You greeted the guy with a smile and asked him if he wanted to dance. You were pretty sure he just had parted with another girl and took a break from dancing, but judging by the way he shyly looked at you, he seemed willingly to go on the floor again.

You really tried to keep up a conversation with him, but you weren’t really into answering questions such as: “How do you know the bride and groom?”, “Is this what you’d like your wedding to be like?” and “What do you do for a living?” Besides, you were already busy watching Calum through the corner of your eye, and happily, he seemed disturbed and kept sending your dance partner death glances.

The battle’s in your hands now

But I would lay my armor down

If you say you’d rather love than fight


It was his decision, you realized. You weren’t going to take the first step, and if he wasn’t either, then the two of you would be over. But if he walked away from the pretty brunette and decided to go after you instead, you would lay your armor down the second he asked you to. If he told you that he was tired of pretending and just wanted to be with you again, you would go with him wherever he wanted. But he just kept dancing. And you felt yourself give up. He was the one that had left you, after all, so it was him who had to reach out, but he didn’t. You wanted to yell at him; scream that he never would find anybody like you, and that would regret this later on. But you just kept on dancing, too.

So many things that you wish I knew

But the story of us might be ending soon


It’s over, you told yourself and tried to hold back the tears. Now that you knew Calum was never going to be yours again, you remembered so many things that you wanted him to know. You wanted him to know how much he had hurt you, and that you hoped it would keep on haunting him for the rest of his day. And you wanted him to know, that you had loved him from the second you laid eyes on him for the first time and that you didn’t think you’d ever stop loving him. But you couldn’t tell him these things, and that was a fact you had to live with.

So you excused yourself from the stranger, walked out of the wedding and called an Uber. When you sat in your apartment, once owned by Calum too, you started packing down your stuff in boxes and not more than a week after, you closed the door to the place where you and Calum had loved each other. The days of reminiscing was over, and now you just had to figure out how to tell your own story instead of the story of yours and Calum’s. The story of you and Calum had ended, and yeah, it wasn’t a happy-ever-after, but you knew that there would be other stories to come.


The end

Long Distance with Taehyung

Before I start this, I wanna say a huge huge huge thank you for 4,300 followers, that feels so weird to type I literally had to pause and check the follower count bc I was like wait do I actually have 4k I thought it was 2 for a second bc I was like there’s not way it’s 4 so thank you all so so much, it means so much to me!!! And now it is time for the second member of the maknae line, the second half of the Daegu line, the other half of Vmon, the love of my life who looked so fucking good in the recent airport photos like the necklace !!!!! also that lil sun “tattoo” (idk if it’s real, a lot of people were saying it’s henna either one is fine with me) looked so nice, Kim Taehyung aka V aka tae tae 

  • So this series is gonna be about a long distance relationship (ldr for short) with the boys
  • This is gonna involve single father!Tae (for all of the father related posts, click here) which is basically about Tae having a kid (a son) prior to your relationship with him, his post involved idol couple!Tae (here)
  • We all know how much Tae loves his family and how much he’d love his own bby son, he is such father material as is so the moment he holds that bby in his arms, he’s gonna be wrapped around his lil itty bitty finger (plz just imagine Tae’s hands compared to a newborn’s for a second and cry with me)
  • Leaving his bby boy behind is not gonna happen for the first year or two bc for the first year of his life, he’s a single father and obviously, if he’s doing press the other boys are most likely doing it as well so his parents have to watch bby bub and he just doesn’t like leaving him
  • Tae’s a very hands on parent, he likes being there for the lil moments like bby boy’s babbling or bby boy discovering he has toes or fingers or that the baby in the mirror is h i m, Tae never ever wants to miss those moments so he takes time off from touring and come backs but still does a bit of press here and there and a shit ton of Vlives and logs and things like that
  • Everyone’s super understanding that his bby is his top priority bc lil goober can barely walk, let alone have his father leave for tour
  • But once he meets you and you two are living together and goober is older, he decides to go on tour again while you and his parents watch bby boy, it’s a shorter tour bc he doesn’t wanna spend months and months away from his lil man
  • It’s his first time leaving bby boy for longer than just a couple hours so saying goodbye is s o fucking hard, lil goober doesn’t fully get it bc he’s never experienced it but all he knows is that both you and Tae are sad
  • You all say goodbye in private bc even though your relationship is public, something like a goodbye is personal, especially this goodbye
  • Tae gives the both of you long hugs (I could literally ramble on forever about how amazing Tae’s hugs would be) and he keeps kissing bub’s head and your forehead and he doesn’t let go until the very moment he has to leave so it’s just one long hug with lots of kisses before he has to say goodbye 
  • He prefers Skype/Facetime over calling
  • He only ever calls when he’s not gonna have much time to talk like pre-show/interview or when he has really shitty wifi connection
  • But he Skypes you and bby boy every single day, normally twice a day, in the morning and night (on your schedule bc asking a bby to stay up late so it can be morning or night for Tae is not the best idea) 
  • Bby boy always eats breakfast with Tae and you and Tae always has to eat something with you so even if it’s just something small like a chocolate bar, he’ll do it just so it can be a family meal
  • He gets so so so happy seeing his lil mini me munching away at some cereal or an apple or anything really bc his cheeks get so full and they’re so kissable and Tae keeps making you lean over and kiss his cheeks for him
  • Sings to him e v e r y night, he hasn’t missed a night yet and he doesn’t plan to, he doesn’t care if he has to wake up just to sing to him, he’ll do it bc there are only two things that will get bby boy to fall asleep
  • One is Tae playing with his hair and giving him gentle lil kisses all over his face and the second is hearing Tae’s voice, whether it’s talking or singing
  • He sings lullabies, children’s songs, BTS songs, anything bby boy wants him to bc Tae spoils his lil man so so much bc he just loves him with all of his heart and he wants nothing more than to make him happy and give him everything he needs and would do anything to see that mini square smile light up his bby’s face
  • Tae is the king of selfies and videos, he’s always posting lil clips of himself looking all cute like I just wanna take a moment here to appreciate Tae’s genes bc just when I think I’m used to how handsome he is, he comes back and is just like nope, he’s so breathtakingly beautiful and I love him so much my bias is showing bye
  • He sends tons and tons of pictures every day, he keeps both of you updated about everything from what the other boys are doing to his outfits and he expects the same from you and bby boy
  • You send him this clip of bby boy saying “I love you daddy” and Tae literally almost cries bc he misses him so much and wants to pick him up and give him a huge hug
  • Ight but imagine this, Tae doing a V live in his hotel room and you and bby boy watch it and bby boy keeps giggling and he’s so focused on Tae bc tae’s a goofball and is way better than any kids show who needs Pingu when you have Tae lip syncing Celine Dion 
  • He keeps mentioning bby boy and he shows some clips you sent him of lil goober dancing around to Fire or Cypher Tae has this really proud look on his face bc that’s his munchkin
  • He buys the both of you something from every stop, sometimes it’s something small like a teddy bear or a shirt but also Tae has been known to get some more pricey presents (my new favorite nickname for him is Gucci boy he’s so pure) so there is some bigger gifts as well
  • He gets bby boy and you some brand clothing and he gets you an engagement ring that you don’t get to see just yet bc Tae’s obviously saving that for when he proposes and he gets the three of you matching watches
  • Also I have this head canon that once Tae has all of his bbys (he has four in total, bby boy, twin girls and then another boy) he gets the whole family personalized jersey style shirts so it has “Kim” and then a number between 1 and 6 (Tae is 1, you’re 2, bby boy is 3, girls are 4 and 5 and then maknae bby boy is 6) so that all of you can have matching shirts
  • When he gets off the plane, he’s literally running past people and running straight towards his lil man who’s already waiting for him and squealing once he sees him and all you hear is this really loud “daddy!!!” followed by their giggles and bby boy’s squeals/screams once Tae gets to hug him
  • He’s clinging onto Tae and he mumbles how he’s never letting go again and Tae’s not complaining at all and he brings you into the hug and everyone’s just holding onto each other really tightly
  • “Lil man, I gotta shower, you have to let go for a bit, I’ll be quick I promise”
  • “No”
  • “Plz, I smell like an airplane”
  • “No”
  • “I’ll let you watch Pingu on my phone and I’ll let you have two extra cookies tonight if you give me five minutes to shower”
  • “…fine” 

So, the first two minutes of each episode of Stevenbomb 6 has been leaked. Along with multiple screenshots. This happens for each episode, usually the Monday or Tuesday before they air. However, this happened for each Stevenbomb 6 episode with the exception of Lion 4, five days before they come out on the CN App. 

Since I’m impatient, I watched the two minute clips and saw the screenshots. I’m going to share my thoughts and opinions on them below the cut. I already watched Lion 4, so I wont mention Lion 4 too much. 


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Viktuuri Childhood Friends AU

Viktor has always wanted a little brother, or a little sister, or any kind of sibling would do actually–doesn’t matter whether girl or boy, whether younger or older. He is an only child and he feels lonely at home most of the time.

Georgi often talks about his eldest sister and how she keeps him and his other siblings up late at night just to comfort her through another breakup. Viktor never met her in person, but based on his friend’s stories, he knows that she is nineteen and has had four boyfriends, all of whom she has caught cheating on her.

Chris doesn’t have any siblings, but he has plenty of cousins from both his parents’ sides, which Viktor, unfortunately, doesn’t have too. Viktor’s parents were also both the only childs in their families.

Chris likes to share a lot about his summer experiences with his cousins, like how they’ve all went to the beach together without their parents one time and they got to eat all the junkfoods they want.

And Viktor wishes, wishes all the time that his mama was still alive so that she can give him a sibling or two, or maybe even three, and also because, of course, he misses her a lot. Or if only Baba Lilia is still young enough to bear children.

Viktor really wants a sibling, someone he can play with all the time, someone he can talk to about his problems, and someone who’ll always be there for him.

He tells his Babushka about it one night but she is busy reading a book and she doesn’t seem to be listening at all, even when she nods every now and then whenever Viktor points out something.

So Viktor definitely wasn’t expecting his Babushka bringing home a little boy one Saturday afternoon.

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Thicket’s Magical Masterpost

This is an interesting post for me to make because I do not regularly practice bindings. I have done them, but on rare occasions. There is a lot about bindings I want to talk about: binding relationships, binding enemies, and binding yourself. This is a scary post for me to write because bindings can be extremely powerful and extremely serious magic and I want to spend a lot of time talking about the dangers and the ramifications of bindings. Please do not take this post too lightly!

Bindings are dangerous because they stop the natural flow of energies. Nature has this down. Nature knows when it is time for energies to expand, contract, whither, grow, die, or spark in to new life. When you start fiddling with nature, shit can get messed up, fast.

Imagine a healthy relationship between two people. The astral cord that binds them together is natural! When they need space apart, the cord naturally grows longer and processes fewer energies. When they are close together, the cord draws them together and lets more energies through. When one person grows, the cord can naturally evolve to adapt and change to the new situation. And, when it is time for the relationship to die, it will wither and drop off in a healthy way that is natural for the mourning process of humans.

So one of these people is a witch! And the relationship is very close, and the cord is small and wide and letting through tons of energy. And this person says, hey, our relationship is going so swimmingly that I’d like to bind it so we can stay this way forever. So a binding is placed upon the relationship, turning it from malleable and natural to artificial steel. What happens?

Now the relationship can no longer naturally grow. When the two people naturally need healthy distance, the relationship has lost its ability to grow longer. The two people are kept close together and the flow of energy can never reduce when one person needs space. If one person naturally grows as a human, the binding can no longer evolve to accommodate that. Now the relationship is unnatural, brittle, and unable to change and grow. So when the relationship goes bad and one or both parties are ready to move on – they can’t. They are magically bound together. That relationship will never die no matter how badly both parties want to move on. The binding will keep you together, forever, no matter what. Stuck in an endless cycle of broken hearts and love that can never turn in to a true friendship. And when that binding eventually does break, it will happen with an explosion that permanently scars both of you.

Yeah, relationship bindings are a bad idea. I’ve only seen one person ever do it in a healthy manner, with his wife of many years, and he had a gentle and delicate touch. Otherwise, avoid it. I know you’re in love. I know that you want this person to stay in your life forever. Bindings are NOT the way to handle it. And I absolutely know what is going to happen: Someone will message me saying, “you don’t understand, I don’t care how damaged our relationship becomes, I need this person in my life forever regardless of how hard it becomes.” All I can say is, god bless Wisdom and best of luck to you.

I do not want people in my life if it is time for us to naturally separate. I do not know better than Nature. Neither do you. Leave relationship cords alone.

Binding enemies is different. You are not binding a relationship cord, you are binding a person themselves. Binding an enemy and binding yourself are very closely related. You can take a person and bind their thoughts, words, actions, and magical abilities. This is why binding and hexing are so closely intertwined: if you want to fuck someone up, what better way than to bind their magical abilities and their ability to realize what is going on? Bindings are no joke, they’re powerful shit.

If someone is coming after you, bind their ability to harm you. But think inception style. Is it better to take a nebulous statement like, “I bind your ability to harm me,” or is it better to go closer to the source and bind what causes them to harm you instead? My opinion is obvious, I’d rather go deeper and bind the source, not the symptoms. I will say this: healing your enemies can be powerful. I do not think we all need to do this, but if your enemy is lashing out because they are broken or damaged, you can majorly change the situation by performing a distance healing on them.

Anyway, back to bindings. You can bind any part of a person. You can bind their chakras, parts of their body, parts of their mind, or parts of their spirit. This does not all have to be malicious – can you imagine if you were able to bind intrusive thoughts from coming forward? A simple binding of an enemy is binding their ability to harm you and binding them from thinking of you in the first place.

Binding of an enemy can bring up ethical dilemmas. I know we’re all badasses, but how badly do you actually want to hurt a person in real life? I have some people in my life who truly deserve pain. I am sure you do, too. But it is my decision as a human being to limit the amount of damage I do to others. Before you start hexing, binding, doing whatever, sit yourself down and ask yourself truly how much darkness you want to spread around. Even if they deserve it.

And yeah, binding can be dark. It gets deep, it gets scary. That is my message for this post: binding is serious magic.

You can bind yourself. And that’s where I’m putting on the breaks. Don’t do it. A relationship binding, sure – best of luck, you idiot, if you want to bind your boyfriend to you. And no, I am not going to apologize for my choice of words. But binding yourself – nope. Don’t do it. It’s not best of luck, it’s not “good on you for trying out some magic even if it fucked you up.” DON’T BIND YOURSELF. I don’t give a fuck, don’t do it.

Let me explain why :)

Nature pretty much has your brain and body going good. Yeah we all have flaws, I’m sure nature would love it if I quit smoking and drinking sodas. I’m also bipolar. Can you fucking imagine the shit that would go down in my brain if I tried to bind my manic cycles from happening? I could end up in a mental hospital, or worse. Just the thought is creeping me out. I’ve fought possession by gods and demons, and I’d rather have another one of those assholes try to brainfuck me than bind my own mind.

To put it simply, you don’t know enough about your own mind to safely start fiddling around in there. Do healings, absolutely. Do magic to stabilize yourself, do magic to push things away or draw it in. Do not do a formal binding on yourself, ever. And if you’re at the level where you can see how it could work out in your favor, you are working at a higher level than this article is speaking about. I’m talking about you, young practitioner who has less than 5 years of hard experience under their belt. Don’t you fucking bind yourself.

I’m talking a lot about why bindings are a bad idea. So let’s talk about when they’re a good idea: when it’s time to get someone to change their shithead behavior towards you or others. But of course, more danger lies ahead.

Ever stuck a hyper dog in a cage? It’ll tear that cage up, and work itself up in to such a frenzy that it could actually hurt itself or you if it gets out. Bindings are the same way. Bind someone and they could flip the fuck out. Don’t tackle big cases if you are a newbie to magic. Don’t try to bind every abuser you meet, don’t try to bind someone when professional and legal help are needed. Go slowly, do what you can in the most careful way possible, and watch the effects of your binding carefully before taking other magical actions.

To bind someone from thinking of you, take a photo of them or draw a picture of them. Cut this photo or picture out so it’s just the little paper figure of a person. Take a large black or red ribbon. Glue one end of it to the heart chakra of the image. Take the thick ribbon and gently (not tightly) wrap it around the head of the person. Say,

You do not know me. You do not think of me. It is impossible for you to think of me.

Repeat this over and over until you have finished the length of ribbon you chose. Take a dab of glue and glue the end of the ribbon in place on the head of the person. Don’t use tons of glue, that’s way too symbolic. Just a little touch will do.

Keep this poppet in a safe place (even better, take the poppet and use it in a banishing spell to get them out of your life for good).

To bind someone from taking action, take a paper representation of them and pop it in the freezer. If that won’t work, weigh it down with heavy rocks. Say,

I freeze your actions. I freeze your ability to move. You cannot move, you cannot act when it comes to [this situation].


I weigh you down. I bind your ability to move. You cannot move, you cannot act when it comes to [this situation].

Keep the poppet in place until the situation is over with, then undo the binding.

When disposing of a poppet, put your right hand over it. Say, “I release this paper [clay/dough/wax/cloth] poppet from its magical duties. It no longer represents [person].” Throw it away in the trash.

Or, for a particularly nasty banishing, don’t undo the poppet and throw it away in your outside trash anyway.

Breaking bindings is easy. If you come across an unnatural binding and you feel it is your job to undo it, take a pair of good scissors and some string. Bless the string as what it represents – the binding of so and so to such and such. Then simply meditate until you are “there” magically, and snip the thread in half. It should feel like a powerful and significant moment. This can undo magical bindings, and it can also undo nature’s bindings (such as if you want to sneakily make two people break up).

This is a shorter post than I intended. I suppose this is all I feel comfortable sharing. If you have a binding problem, please get in touch with me:

all of my freaking headcanons

Hold on guys this is gonna be a long ride-

Jesse will eat certain meats like chicken or rabbit, but he won’t eat steak or mutton unless he absolutely has to, and will NEVER eat pork. Ever.

Lukas sometimes builds giant statues of himself.

Olivia sometimes rambles on about redstone to her friends, who have absolutely no clue what she`s talking about.

Petra and Jesse are evenly matched in terms of combat, but Petra has the slightly better reflexes.

Axel tries to stand next to Jesse a lot to make himself look tall.

Ivor acts like Jesse’s dad, and will freak out if he thinks Jesse is hurt or in trouble.

Jesse also gets annoyed by Ivor`s dad behavior sometimes.

Petra often sneaks out at night to go mob-slaying without anyone`s knowing.

Olivia sometimes write down simple tutorials on how to build redstone contraptions and attempts to sell them on the streets. (It`s semi-successful.)

The Order often wear disguises when going out in public to do some stuff to avoid attention.

The only person shorter than Jesse is Dan.

Lukas is shy about asking his friends with training or help with something.

Petra doesn`t really like non-meat foods that aren’t sweets.

Lukas is the fangirl magnet of the group. He gets the most dirty fan-art and slightly creepy compliments.

Jesse gets a lot of short person jokes in fan mail. Which Jesse immediately throws at Axel`s face. It is all Axel`s fault.

Axel doesn’t like sharing food.

Axel`s not fat. Well not completely fat.

Lukas often asks Jesse to spar with him instead of Petra, because Jesse is more chill about stuff, while Petra`s like Undyne making pasta when it comes to fighting.

The fans want Jesse to dye his hair purple. None of the New Order really knows why, but the fans do.

Lukas has a fear of lava.

Petra secretly wishes Jesse wasn`t so cHILL ABOUT EVERYTHING.

Axel will willingly participate in redstone engineering with Olivia… as long as it involves TNT.

Olivia REALLY likes to drink milk.

Ivor likes to steal Olivia`s redstone for potions.

If one of Ivor`s friends are down, he won’t usually provide very helpful advice or support unless it`s Jesse. (*COUGH* FATHERANDSON *COUGH*)

Lukas likes fishing.

Jesse is decent with a bow and arrow, but still prefers swords.

Jesse is also a slight huge fucking weeaboo.

Ivor calls Axel tubby. Axel doesn’t like this.

Ivor had a secret stash of cookies that he steals from Axel.

Ivor plays pranks on the local kids on Halloween while they`re tick-or-treating.

Jesse likes to take walks in the middle of the night when he can’t sleep, even in winter.

Thanks to me drowning Jesse two times, I have decided Jesse isn`t that good of a swimmer.

Petra slaps anyone who makes her mad. She`d do it even to the dead Wither Storm.

Axel sometimes plays pranks on the other NOOTS members with Ivor.

Olivia one time accidentally flung Redstone into Lukas` eyes. Boy that was a fun experience.

Em is evenly matched with Petra in terms of arm wrestling.

Nobody can beat them in an arm wrestling contest.

Ivor has a room in the NOOTS temple where the floor is lava covered by two layers of black stained glass.

Lukas screams when people look at his journal without asking.

Lukas is secretly a very good artEEST.

Em gives Jesse Noogies because he’s freaking tiny.

Everyone in the NOOTS call Jesse ‘Jess’ a lot which annoys the crap out of him.

Em and Axel are perfect for each other (Not romantically). They’re always talking about explosions and things they think are cool.

Lukas can actually lift up Axel if he’s REALLY angry.

Lukas is bisexual.

Ivor steals food.

Petra makes cookies Undyne-style.

Jesse is calm until you insult him. He then proceeds to beat the crap out of you.

Petra treats Jesse like a little brother. I swear they`re all family.

Everyone goes on adventures in the portal hallway once in a while. It`s a lot more fun when you can find your way home.

All the guy fans have a massive crush on Petra. Whoever flirts with her gets a sword up the anus.

Axel is the guy who plays pranks on the rest of the NOOTS and records it and then proceeds to post it on social media.

Everyone is careful not to eat ham in front of Jesse.

Lukas has a diary, and freaks out if anyone knows about it.

Everyone in the NOOTS is afraid of bats for some reason. The NOOTS fan club finds that hilarious.

The NOOTS is squad goals af.

Ivor has trouble opening up to people, even if they`re close to him.

Lukas had to save Jesse from drowning once. It wasn`t fun.

Olivia likes Winter best. “Screw Summer”, as she has said.

Jesse is terrified of thunderstorms and he is reminded of the Wither Storm when he hears them.

Jesse hates it when his friends know he`s down or in a bad situation. He`s afraid they`ll look at him as weak.

Lukas is great at swimming.

Axel is actually a really good baker.

Lukas` nickname is “Luke”. He doesn`t get annoyed when he’s called it, unlike Jesse with his nickname.

Jesse owns a Saitama body pillow.

Lukas is a great cook.

The NOOTS are actually more like a band of siblings when not in public.

Olivia hates nicknames for whatever reason.

Jesse likes to crack puns. Only Axel likes them.

Em does not know what an “inside voice” is.

There`s crazy conspiracy theories that the NOOTS created the Wither Storm and killed the OOOTS. Ivor doesn`t like the theory.

Jesse and Petra both have a lot of scars on their arms. Probably because they like to go in head-first.

Jesse is an all-nighter. Lukas doesn`t like this and drags him to bed by 4:00 am.

Petra tells their fans that she`s actually the leader of the NOOTS. Nobody believes her.

Ivor is a hermit x1000. He`s also lazy a lot.