#//LUNA WAS SUCH A LONELY CHILD OKAY ;;//

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our colony is settling into their new home pretty comfortably, we've got a bare-bones shelter, some beds, a storage room, minimum electricity, a garden among an old warzone ...

our first real event: a lone pack snow leopard?? wasnt aware leopards could be pack animals. desperately would have loved to tame it but none have the skill, so unfortunately hunted it down for some extra starting gear

within days, we've already gotten a new recruit! a wanderer - a little suspicious, but okay - a child wanderer? less suspicious or more?

what is THAT

okay ... well, she's only 7 years old! im not gonna turn her away! guess im gonna have to figure out luciferium by the time she turns 13. welcome to our new colonist ... miss Luna, submitted by @notamothanymore! I love this little demon already <3

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Reunited (2) Masterlist

part one

A Coincidence - doomedhowell

Summary: It’s been 15 years since Dan and Phil had broken up, and they’ve both moved on from each other and started new lives. Phil meets a young girl named Luna Howell, only to find that she’s the daughter of his ex-boyfriend who he happens to still be in love with.

Airports and Accidental Outings (ao3) - oliviawrites (LauraLittlemiss)

Summary: Phil moved away years ago, when Dan and Phil finally reunite they forget to tell their parents one arguably important fact.

all of these small things (ao3) - possumdnp

Summary: It’s Dan’s first day back from his American tour, and Phil can’t believe how much he’s missed him

Believe In Fate - cozyfoxy

Summary: Dan and Phil are now in their mid thirties and haven’t spoken in years. One day while Phil’s in America, his son gets lost in the mall. Through fate, Dan is the one who helps Phil’s son.

‘cause you are home to me (ao3) - overmyhead

Summary: soon to be reunited homosexual homeowners and all the pheels

Change - doomedhowell

Summary: After four years of being together, Phil finds out that he’s pregnant with Dan’s child. While Phil is excited, Dan isn’t ready to settle down with a kid yet. They get into an argument and Phil leaves. 15 years later and they’re reunited again but Phil’s with his daughter.

Coming Home (ao3) - waveydnp

Summary: Phil gets home from christmas holiday and Dan’s waiting.

Cops and Robbers - doomedhowell

Summary: It’s been four years since Dan broke up with Phil. They both went their separate ways and left the youtube world. Dan moved on and was making a living by being a cop. Phil, on the other hand, hadn’t exactly “moved on”.

envelop the lonely places (ao3) - cityofphanchester

Summary: Dan in his arms is like remembering how to breathe.

From Eden - transdimensional-void

Summary: It’s been twelve years since Dan last saw Phil, twelve years during which Dan has been to hell and back. It’s been twelve years since the boy Phil fell in love with vanished. But now Dan’s back, and he has a story to tell… (Songfic for From Eden by Hozier)

Good Love - transdimensional-void

Summary: Dan and Phil have rekindled their relationship, but rekindling their intimacy is harder.

His World (ao3) - Sinninghowlter

Summary: Dan opens the door and before him stands his world.

He’s finally home.

Home - doomedhowell

Summary: Dan and Phil are reunited after Dan being away in the army for four years. Things aren’t perfect when he returns, but they make it work eventually.

home is such a lonely place without you (ao3) - nivi_chip

Summary: Phil during the US leg, Dan finally coming home. Fluff ensues.

The Only Happiness I Want - thetummyhand

Summary: After a messy break up and no contact for four years, Dan and Phil run into each other at a bar and end up sleeping with each other. When morning comes Dan isn’t sure what he wants.

Unhappy Reunion - rosewoodpirate

Summary: Dan and Phil meet again after breaking up years earlier.

Welcome Home - auroraphilealis

Summary: Phil’s home from visiting his parents, and he can’t help but tease Dan, just a bit.

Welcome Home - switchdnp

Summary: Dan’s horny, and Phil just wants to rest. Queue soft, sleepy, just-got-back-home fluffy smut.

Welcome home! (never leave that long again) (ao3) - natigail

Summary: Dan comes home from tour and stumbles right into Phil’s arms. He is more touch starved than he’d realised.

would it be okay if i came home to you (ao3) - danhoweiis

Summary: dan comes home after the US leg of his tour

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🍄🧸🍬🎨

(Sorry if that’s too many.)

Not at all! :) Everything under the cut though because it's a bit long.

🍄 share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings Okay, so: spinning off from Drea @shes-a-voodoo-child's demi!RS headcanon (in the K101 verse at least--which, go read it, it's awesome)...well, my first hc to pave the way is that he's more demiromantic than demisexual; whatever the reason, he's slow to feel the butterflies in his stomach (which interacts interestingly with the fact he's always wanted to be married to someone he loves, which for a long time he viewed as an ideal rather than something to be personally experienced). Since this is a ship/pairing question, though, have an headcanon that actually answers the question: he and Cole first had sexual contact on the Dojo Bros Vegas trip, but Roddy only realized he liked the guy romantically a few years later (maybe when he beat Adam for the #1 contendership for the PWG title?), and even then only vaguely--a mix of comphet and the fact that the line for him between close friendship and romance is pretty close already; see: his remarks that he realized other than certain intimacy stuff he acts the exact same way around his friends as he does his wife.

🧸 ⇢ what's the fastest way to become your mutual? Honestly? Also be a creative/someone who enjoys fanworks and shares that joy on your blog...that and actually like/want to talk about my wrestling faves LOL. TBH, I struggled for a good while about whether or not I really felt welcome in fandom because I felt so lonely making stuff for certain wrestlers or pairings or whatever all by myself, so...yeah. It's a bit selfish but it's better when there's things to sponge from when my brain is on the "take in" setting rather than the "creative" setting.

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character Oh boy...uh. I'm more of a Nick Jackson fan than a Matt Jackson fan, but I'm not terribly into either. Also Miu Watanabe's giant swing >>> Claudio's, I'm so sorry.

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it Hmm. Like, visual art? Hard to pick a favorite, but for a maybe left field pick I love this one of Luna Vachon--terribly underrated wrestler/influence, especially nowadays. Pause in mid-stride and ride and ride and ride...

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Until The Very End -(WITS Sequel)

A/N: I would die for every child in this story -Danny

Words: 2,268

Masterlist

Previous chapter // Next chapter

2008—2009

"What if we skip the press and go straight to the party?"

"They'll ask you questions whether they see you in front of a speaker stand, or by the bar."

Mel shook her head in defeat. "Well, at least the kids get to stay."

"I won't take my children to the ministry if I can help it, especially James."

"Lovely parenting, Glasses, talking ill about your kids behind their back..."

They were getting ready to attend a dinner celebrating Mr. Greengrass's trajectory, fifty years of devoted work trying to understand the secrets of the wizarding world. Mel and Harry were a few of the carefully selected guests.

Mel, with her research on obscurial going steady, was on the brink of another great discovery, which of course, would be the cherry on top of her boss's career since he was nearing retirement.

"You know what Erick told me the other day?" The woman continued, brushing thick locks of hair and pushing them one by one over her shoulders.

Harry hummed to let her know he was listening.

"He's starting a business with Anne," she smiled at her reflection. "He wants to pick up where his grandad left it."

Harry looked at her in surprise. "That's great! What does he and Anne have in mind? Tellies and phones?"

"Think so," she nodded. "But if he does this, he'll quit his current job, which makes me sad." Mel sighed and got up. Harry didn't ask why, he knew.

"Office hours might get duller without him, but you'd still get to see Ron, 'Mione and me during lunch hour."

"That's not what bothers me," Mel replied. "You know I can handle dull, it's just... we've slowly been growing apart from everyone. Haven't you noticed?"

"By everyone, you mean..?"

"Our friends. Neville, Luna, the twins... I mean, we see them at birthday parties, holidays and all that, but we used to see each other almost every weekend—"

"You worry you won't get to see Erick as often as you do now?" Harry teased her. "He lives fifteen minutes away—On foot!"

"Well, he's still my best friend!" Mel argued.

"I thought I was your best friend."

Mel huffed and lightly stomped her foot in frustration. Harry smirked, all those years together and she was still as easy to tease as when they were little.

"I worry we'll grow apart, okay?"

"When has that ever happened to the people we know? Take Remus and Sirius for example. It only took a few days for them to be back in—"

"Yeah, but that's just the thing, it's not like we can go back to being students at Hogwarts, cause the one time we all hung out together Erick and I were dating, and after that, no other routine lasted, did it?"

"Is this your way of telling me you've fallen back in love with Erick, or..."

"Glasses!" Mel approached him with a scowl. "I'm saying that we aren't getting younger, and we got kids, jobs, and projects that are leading us in different directions—it's not like before, when the war ended and all we cared about was spending time with each other, and having fun. It'll never be like that again and..."

Mel took a quick breath that came out shaky and Harry realized she was spiraling. He stopped his teasing and reached out to stroke her hands, his shoulders tensed when he realized her skin was cold and sweaty.

"Look up," he spoke. "Look at me."

Mel's pout turned more prominent, but her breathing steadied. She held onto Harry's hands tightly.

"Your job won't keep you from having company. You'll never be lonely, not for as long as I'm alive, and I've already made up my mind that I won't die before you do, so stop worrying."

Mel chortled at his words. "Yeah, I believe you'll find a way to keep that promise."

Harry moved his hands to cup her face, stroking it with his thumbs. "Changes are good. I know you don't love them, but so far it's always bettered our days in one way or the other, right?"

"Right."

"Think that in a couple of years, we'll all be old, and we'll have tea every late afternoon in our back garden with Erick and Anne, and everyone else with come during the weekends. How does that sound?"

"Sounds extremely monotonous," Mel said. "I like it."

"All you have to do is be patient," he reminded her.

Mel groaned and leaned her head on his shoulder. "Time is my biggest enemy."

"I know," he laughed. "We should take a break next summer, let's take the kids and go camping. And let's invite Reg and Teddy so they can babysit while we have fun."

Mel laughed and kissed his cheek. "Can't believe it's been ten years since I thought I'd lost you forever," she wrapped her arms around his waist. "And now I'm planning vacations with you and our babies."

Harry kissed her temple. "Not a single second wasted."

Leon Regulus is in the Gryffindor common room, reading the newest article about his sister and grinning every time he stumbles upon a sentence like "her elegance stuns every guest", or some rubbish like that. 

He finds that amusing, knowing how much Mel despises it. Reg stares at the picture of his sister standing next to her boss with Harry beside her, his classic scowl that he only wears in public events. 

Most kids in Hogwarts believe Harry Potter is a broody and mysterious man, and they're always asking Reg if he's scared of his brother-in-law, but Reg always answers that he likes Harry a little too much to care whether he's nice or not.

He always forgets to mention there has never been a day in which Harry isn't smiling or joking around when Reg is visiting. He'll keep forgetting, most likely.

He glances up from the newspaper. At the nearest wall, he sees the Gryffindor Quidditch team's pictures, every team dating from many centuries back is on that wall. He's just realized that Mel, Harry, and probably most Weasleys are there, and he's never seen a picture of his sister in Quidditch uniform. He gets up and walks up to it feeling weirdly excited.

Regulus finds the photo right away. Written at the bottom it reads: Gryffindor Team, 1996-1997. Harry, the seeker and Captain, is seated in the middle of the beaters. Mel is on his left side, and there is a blond boy on his right Reg doesn't know. Ron and Ginny Weasley are standing behind them at opposite ends, with the other two chasers between them.

The people in the image move as every magical picture does in their world, and the younger versions of Mel and Harry keep teasing each other. The rest of the team seems to be having fun too, but it's blatantly clear that Mel and Harry are in their own little world, whispering stupid jokes to make each other laugh.

"Hey, Leon! What's—"

The boy hushes Layla and points at the photo. "Look at them. They look like idiots."

His friend makes a little noise of delight. "They're cute!"

Reg smirks. "They're awful, it's like they're about to kiss."

"Hey," Layla squints and focuses on the girl. "Your sister doesn't have scars in this picture..."

"'Course not, that happened at the end of their sixth year," he explained. "When Dumbledore died."

"Ohh, I see," Layla looks back at him with her big green eyes. Sometimes she reminds him of Luna Lovegood, she's definitely just as mental. "Does it feel weird, knowing all the things that happened to your sister while she was at school?"

Reg thinks about it. "Sometimes. Not always, though. I like to think more about the stuff that happened that wasn't history-worthy."

"Like what?"

"Like her cat Grey, the one that passed a few months ago, Harry gave it to her when they finished their first year. Or when the Weasley twins sent a love letter to her but it was actually a poem making fun of her, and she almost killed them for that," he laughs.

Layla laughs with him. "Books make it look like your sister had an awful time here, but it doesn't sound like it was that terrible."

"Not at all," Reg sighs. "Mel loved this place, she was nervous during my first year, she wanted me to have fun but I was having a hard time, she promised it would get better."

"And has it?"

The boy shrugs. "I miss my friends, but Teddy Lupin starts next September, and Vicky Weasley and Emily Flint the year after. I have to be patient."

He continues to stare at his sister's photograph. He'd already been born by then, his father had died a few months before, and yet she was flirting with Harry like she had no care in the world. He's not upset about it at all, if anything, his family is a collection of brave, kindhearted people, and it's thanks to them that Reg finds his courage even when he's feeling alone.

"Anyway, you up for a game of chess?"

"Hard pass," Layla wrinkles her nose. "How about we visit Hagrid instead?"

He places an arm around her shoulders and guides her out of the tower. "Let's get Penny and Finn, they're probably rubbing their noses raw on library books."

"Mummy!" 

Mel looked away from the bushes she was pruning just in time to see Emmeline and James run up to her dragging their backpacks behind them. It was Anne's time to pick up the kids from school, and she had Emily and Elizabeth with her. Little Josephine followed Mel's twins without really knowing where they were running to.

"My babies are back!" The young mother knelt and opened her arms to welcome her children. "How was school?"

"I drawed this for you, mummy!" James pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper from his backpack.

"You drew, love," Mel corrected him, holding the piece. "Why is Daddy's hair blue?"

"I couldn't find black crayons."

"Mummy, can Josie stay the night?" Emmeline pleaded.

Mel glanced up at Anne. "Oh, love, she has to ask her mother for permission, isn't that right?"

"We'll talk once we're home," Anne crossed her arms. "Josephine stole someone's lunch today."

"I didn't!" Squealed the four-year-old, her big eyes widening with outrage. "I traded it!"

"Mum doesn't like it when you do that, you know it," Emily reprimanded.

"Telltale!" The little girl pointed at her eldest sister and scowled.

"Josephine, don't point at your sister like that!" Anne scolded them. "Lin..." the woman turned to Mel's daughter and spoke in a polite tone. "I'll let you know before dinner, okay?"

Emmeline looked between the two girls and their mother, she decided not to press the subject. "Okay, thank you..."

"Thank you for bringing the twins," Mel said, giving back the drawing to her son.

"Don't mention it, it'll be your turn tomorrow," her friend replied.

Mel got up and smiled at Anne briefly, sometimes she was glad she didn't have kids that varied much in age, it seemed harder to keep up with all of them. Anne and Erick loved their children, but they were challenging more often than not.

"See you!" James waved enthusiastically when their friends started to leave.

Mel took her kids inside and took their backpacks. Harry's voice came from the babies's room.

"Are the twins home?"

"DAD!" James ran up the stairs and nearly gave them a heart attack, but the boy got to his father unharmed. "I drew you!"

Harry picked him up and seized the drawing his son was offering to him. The man's smile grew. "I do think blue is my colour. What do you think, Mellow, should I dye my hair?"

"Go for it," Mel replied humorously, taking Emmeline's coat and hanging it next to the door. "Matt and Lily?"

"Taking a nap—that means no yelling," Harry said the last part giving a pointed look to his son, who was already trying to escape his hold to look for his younger brother.

"But I want to show my drawing to the babies," James pouted.

"You can show it to them during dinner, come on..."

"Dad," Emmeline stood at the last step of the staircase anxiously. "Can I tell you what I want for my birthday?"

Mel and Harry shared a look, they still had a little more than a month to go before the twins's birthday, but Lin's attitude intrigued them.

"Yes, darling?"

"I want an owl," she said shyly.

"An owl?" Mel raised a brow. "Why?"

"Hedwig is too old to fly," Emmeline said, repeating what her father had mentioned a few days ago during breakfast. "But I'm learning to write—And... well..."

"She wants to write to Uncle Paddie," James giggled like he was telling them a secret. "Because he's writing to the Flint girls, and he's writing shmancy things like 'Yours truly'—Josephine said that he likes her sisters more than he likes us, and it made Lin cried."

Mel looked at her daughter. "And you want an owl so you can send letters to Reggie?"

"Yes." The girl admitted, squeezing the fabric of her shirt between her chubby fingers.

"But you can't write yet," Harry pointed out.

"But I'll learn!" Their girl whined, and it looked like she was on the verge of tears, but Emmeline could cry on command, so Mel and Harry stared at her unfazed.

"I have a better idea," Mel knelt next to her daughter and held her hand. "How about I help you write a letter for Reg? We can surprise him before the school year ends."

"Can I sign it so it says 'your dearest niece'?" The girl asked, her baby-blue eyes glistening with hope.

"Well, it's your letter, so you must," Mel held back a grin.

Emmeline liked romanticizing the little things in life and often suffered from her brother's plainer approach to it (he was a lot like Harry). Lily was too young to join her sister's imaginings, so it was Mel's duty to take her daughter's fancies very seriously.

"Can you please send him the drawing I made, mummy?" James requested.

Mel laughed then. "Sure we can, Jamie."

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SPOTIFY WRAPPED 2022

Should have probably posted this when everyone else was, but better late than never lol

Happy 2023!

TOP SONGS OF THE YEAR

MANIAC - Stray Kids

CHEERS - SEVENTEEN

hellboy. - CVLTE

Ruby - WOOZI

Same Scent - ONEUS

Hard to Love - BLACKPINK

HOT - SEVENTEEN

Lonely St. - Stray Kids

Wrecked - Imagine Dragons

Hang on to Yourself - Palaye Royale

Ash - SEVENTEEN

Blood // Water - grandson

Good Boy Gone Bad - TXT

Shut Down - BLACKPINK

DON QUIXOTE - SEVENTEEN

Bones - Imagine Dragons

Feelin' Like - PENTAGON

CHIQUITA - Rocket Punch

Shadow - SEVENTEEN

VENOM - Stray Kids

begin - YooJung (onlyoneof)

HIJACK - WOODZ

March - SEVENTEEN

PLAY - LUCY

Sparkling - CHUNGHA

Enemy - Imagine Dragons

_WORLD - SEVENTEEN

FEARLESS - LE SSERAFIM

Crazy Like You - CHUNGHA ft. BIBI

Pale Blue Dot - LOONA

Anyone - SEVENTEEN

Save Yourself - ONE OK ROCK

Nightmares In Paradise - Palaye Royale

Better and better - WOODZ

Rock with you - SEVENTEEN

Done - WJSN

DICE - ONEW

Broken Heart of Gold - ONE OK ROCK

Darl+ing - SEVENTEEN

As You Wish - WJSN

Flip That - LOONA

maybe - Machine Gun Kelly ft. Bring Me The Horizon

California Dream - CHUNGHA

Last Sequence - WJSN

Lost At Sea (Illa Illa 2) - B.I

0X1=LOVESONG - TXT

KULT - grandson

The Great Mermaid - LE SSERAFIM

I hate you - WOODZ

LOVE DIVE - IVE

RUN2U - STAYC

Accident - WOODZ

FREEZE - Stray Kids

I think I'm OKAY - Machine Gun Kelly ft. YUNGBLUD

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Stupid O'Clock - VICTON

Until We Go Down - Ruelle

Pretty Psycho - PURPLE KISS

Heroine - SUNMI

MAGO - GFRIEND

XXX - CHUNGHA

BOP BOP! - VIVIZ

Me Myself & I - 5SOS

TOMBOY - GIDLE

BTBT - B.I

Gasoline - KEY

Dirt on my leather - WOODZ

LA DI DA - EVERGLOW

Any - Stray Kids

MAISON - Dreamcatcher

Thursday's Child Has Far To Go - TXT

DON'T MESS WITH ME - BVNDIT

MIROH - Stray Kids

Eden - OH MY GIRL

Lonely Boy - TXT

Blow - Jackson Wang

Modern Life - WOOSUNG

Labyrinth - GFRIEND

La Luna - ICHILLIN'

Doom Du Doom - P1Harmony

Beg For Me - Red Velvet

PUMA - TXT

Charmer - Stray Kids

Can't Stop This Party - Seori

Queen of Hearts - TWICE

9 and Three Quarters (Run Away) - TXT

Thunderous - Stray Kids

Nerdy - PURPLE KISS

Feel Good - IRENE & SEULGI (Red Velvet)

Opening Sequence - TXT

WHO WE ARE - RAVI

Stay Tonight - CHUNGHA

Can't Control Myself - TAEYEON

Devil - MAX CHANGMIN

So Far Gone - ONE OK ROCK

Love Me Out Loud - CHUNGHA

Copycat - Apink CHOBOM

Beatbox - NCT DREAM

VISION - Dreamcatcher

Mixtape : OH - Stray Kids

TOP ARTISTS OF THE YEAR

SEVENTEEN

Stray Kids

CHUNGHA

ONE OK ROCK

ATEEZ

TWICE

ITZY

BIBI

5SOS

TXT

DAY6

Dreamcatcher

NCT 127

Palaye Royale

SUNMI

KEY

Red Velvet

LUCY

TAEMIN

WOODZ

GIDLE

DPR IAN

The Rose

KANG DANIEL

EXO

EVERGLOW

Fall Out Boy

Bastille

LOONA

ONEUS

LE SSERAFIM

Imagine Dragons

Xdinary Heroes

B.I

YUNGBLUD

Rocket Punch

PENTAGON

BLACKPINK

BAEKHYUN

WJSN

ONEWE

PURPLE KISS

SHINee

Seori

A.C.E

HyunA

Halsey

Måneskin

Machine Gun Kelly

p!atd

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october 2024

julia wolf - in my room

soccer mommy - driver

sydney sprague - hello cruel world

nilüfer yanya - like i say (i runaway)

siobhán winifred - stay for good

porches - itch

mila cargo - tasty

holly hebe - bottle blonde

michelle - mentos and coke

ally evenson - one trick pony

kennedy mann - lucky star

rocco! - as you please

britta raci - pete rose

silvie - big dreamy head

mercer henderson - lock me up

worrystone - soft light

lunar vacation - tom

wendy wang - maple tears

josie dunne - place to be

daisy the great - butterfly, stay dry

mxmtoon - the situation

nelly furtado - floodgate

tasha - love's changing

hinds - coffee

abigail osborn - the sweater song

meg smith - poltergeist

carol ades - everything else is just noise

marian carmel - take what i can get

being there - i just think we got too close

okay kaya - the groke

willow - b i g f e e l i n g s

frex - who's who

charlie houston - slut for excel

alemeda - below the belt

linying - donovan

lolo zouaï - unhhh

lavie - toxic beliefs

chloe adams - barbie doll

cherry swim club - what's your sign

trella - taxi driver

mount eerie - broom of wind

haley heynderickx - foxglove

teen jesus and the jean teasers - never saw it coming

luna shadows - little rituals (end of summer version)

da flyy hooligan - xylo

wale the sage - running up the hill

fashawn - bad bitches love this song

talib kweli - to the ghetto

nuglife - illegal muny

harve - like that

jazzgroupiez - pastels

kris the $pirit - 24 hours

tunde olaniran - good time

terrace martin - read the room

miles from kinshasa - no return

jaz karis - sims castaway

orion sun - twilight zone

justin nozuka - chlorine

lee darom - what is my color? (feat. perc%nt)

han all - i don't care (sped up) - bonus track

park bird - tokyo

galileo galilei - オフィーリア

bump of chicken - sleep walking orchestra

4s4ki - ねえ聞いて

ihasamic! - crossing border lines in budget airlines

aya a.k.a panda - beyond

mori calliope - end of a life

mori calliope - reunion

takanashi kiara - chimera

luss - lonely (extrovert?)

key - pleasure shop

429 - resukyumi-!

jihoon - desire

kira - hit me up

room306 - 5

kira - nice type

9lana - never give up

pia mia - nice and slow

so much light - mom, please pick me up

katy perry - gorgeous (feat. kim petras)

paris hilton - i'm free (feat. rina sawayama)

louis the child - believe it

dora jar - behind the curtain

biig piig - 4am

tiffany day - always fun

wilo wilde - feeling this way

piri & tommy - dog

vitesse x - eternal

white chorus - mystery, pt. 2

francisco victoria - te quiero tanto

vava - intersection

gaburyu - vraveater - hirihiri remix

lucy rose - light as grass - logic remix

toro y moi - reseda

8485 - goreblog

hippo campus - corduroy

meishi smile - stay like this forever

briana marela - horizon

yvette young - always

film school - tape rewind

slowdive - kisses

pale waves - imagination

the rare occasions - floating

letters from my garden - sensitive eyes

delta sleep - figure in the dark

wild pink - dulling the horns

balance and composure - with you in spirit

cursive - the avalanche of our demise

touché amoré - nobody’s

magnolia park - i2i

blink-182 - can't go back

hot mulligan - stickers of brian

what gives - the great divide

pony - every little crumb

rosie tucker - all i want is utopia now!

allie - from the dead

the rocket summer - way out

nada surf - give me the sun

bedchamber - the bigfoot trademark logo

goldmyth - chlorine

boyscott - rocky road

mallcops - marceline

runaway brother - secret technique

lakes - stitches

ethel cain - for sure

[oflunarcy]

HC + bullying

☾*✧- ̗̀  headcanons ​ ̖́-

      okay so it’s canon that luna has been a victim to bullying throughout her entire experience in hogwarts. from her infamous nickname ‘loony lovegood’ to her belongings constantly being stolen by her classmates, she really did experience a rather overwhelming case of bullying. due to her strange beliefs and even eccentric sense of fashion, her otherworldly demeanor made her a perfect candidate towards bullying. she doesn’t fight back, and never once did she tell anyone about her ill treatment. sure, everyone kinda knew about it, but there really was no one there to fight or defend her. did they pity her ? yes they did. but did anyone do something about it? no, not really. therefore, all in all, before luna had met and befriended harry, she was completely and utterly alone.

       her heighten sense of empathy grows stronger because of this. luna is able to understand others mainly because she desperately wished to be understood herself. however, the reality was that: luna had sunk further and further into her own dreamland. her only saving grace was the quibbler, who was also renown for their strange and unproven articles. just like her father had desperately wanted to believed in the crumpled horned snorkacks, luna turned to the nargles as the source of her problems. to her: the nargles was the ones that stole things from her and hid them. name calling she can handle, and even being ridiculed — no matter how painful, but it was through tangible items that she is able to convince herself of another entity. was she naive? no, luna was anything but. her sense of perception has always been her strongest quality, therefore why are the nargles so different? why does she express such discomfort with mistletoes and not anything else?

     it’s mostly based on her association, really. she associates her bullying with nargles. all her anger and frustration and sadness and embarrassment is all directed towards these invisible creatures. luna had nothing, aside from her relationship with the therestrials, the wrackspurts, the elves, and very selected few of acquaintance. she had no friends during her first five years in hogwarts, and it was only in her sixth year did the bully eventually ceased. sure she started to make friends, but the reality was that there was still many people who were uncomfortable with her. 

     sure the common fandom interpretation was that luna was BFF with ginny, but the reality was no. they knew of each other, and sure they were neighbors, but they weren’t friends. if i recall, ginny even introduces luna as “loony” at first. sure they eventually became friends after they both joined dumbledore’s army, but before all of that?  luna  was so unsuccessful with making friends. she was a lonely girl that would rather stay in dreamland than face the real world. she craves to be accepted, but knows that she cannot conform — and therein lies the truth of her bullying.

[haitaniapologist]

EVERYTHING HAS CHANGED.

pairings — mitsuya takashi x female!reader.

warnings — a little bit of angst, y/n is a bit insecure too.

word count — 1.9k

notes — d!!! thank you!! you're so sweet, i can't sjahd and thank you for this request, it was so cute to write! i hope you'll like it🤍

tagging — @anotherpretentioushipster / @hurricanelawliet @tooweirdforyou @chronic-claire-universe @aetheriaess @etheralyonn @sincerelyraylene @aqualesha @winterv-black @softbajis

luna and mana were looking at him with a suspicious mischief glint shining on their violet eyes, and takashi wasn't enjoying that.

not at all.

every time his sisters looked at him like that, he knew trouble was coming. most of the time they were angels, but they were still little girls — and little girls could be as bad as having to deal with fearsome delinquents as he used to do.

“taka-nii.” mana was the one who spoke first, and luna was smiling sweetly at him. “do you want to be y/n-nee's boyfriend?”

takashi almost choked on his own spit at the mention of your name.

you were the mitsuyas' neighbor and mana and luna's makeshift babysitter since they were little, and mitsuya takashi's longtime crush — but you didn't know that. he first time met you when you moved to the apartment next to his family's, just you and your mom. he discovered that your father died when you were a child and your older brother was studying in another city, so it was just you, alone, all day — because your mom worked in a full time job just like his own — and mitsuya promptly befriended you. he ignored the way his ten-year-old heart speeded up when you called him to play, or how amazed he was when he saw you helping him to take care of his little sisters.

everything has changed since he met you.

you became luna’s and mana’s babysitter when he founded toman with the boys, watching as how conflicted he was to leave his sisters alone to meet his friends, offering your help as soon as you saw him in the next day — your mother always worked late, and most times you felt lonely without her in your home, and it felt natural to you to babysit them when mitsuya needed. you would do it for free, of course, but takashi always tried to pay you somehow — it could be him helping you with study, or making clothes for you, or taking you to late night's rides when you were too stressed.

and he knew he had fallen for you when he saw you interacting with his sisters.

mana and luna were in love with you — you were their role model, and they always tried to behave and wear clothes similar to yours. mitsuya found that to be extremely adorable, and now that they're pre-teens, he was glad that they have another girl to confine the problems girls their age had.

only draken knew about his infatuation to you, but maybe, just maybe, he wasn't doing a good job in hiding his feelings for you.

“so, taka-nii.” luna's voice took him from his panicked state after the youngest mitsuya question. “do you like y/n-nee? do you want to be her boyfriend?” she was wiggling her eyebrows while questioning him, and takashi repressed the urge to smile because of her cute face.

“of course not, girls.” even though he denied their questions, they aren't looking at him disappointed. “y/n's just a friend.”

mana was the first to speak up. “really? then you're okay with her going on a date with draken?”

….. what?

“what do you mean, mana?” takashi hoped his sisters wouldn't notice how strained his voice became, because that didn't make any sense. ken knew how much he liked you — and he would never betray him like that. “you must be joking.” that was the only explanation. it needed to be the only explanation.

mana let an offended sound out of her mouth. “i’m not joking, taka-nii!” luna joined her young sister, nodding to give support to her. “we heard y/n-nee talking to yuzuha about the date with draken!”

it wasn’t a lie. you and yuzuha became friends by his intervention, and you would never lie to her. takashi felt his heart break, but at first, he needed to talk to draken. he was conflicted — he was heartbroken to know that accepted to go out with his best friend, but he was also angered by draken’s actions. what was he thinking? takashi would always support him in going on dates and moving on with his life after emma’s death, but not with you. that wasn’t fair. mitsuya have liked you since he was ten, for god’s sake.

he felt his sisters' arms hugging him, and he looked down at them.

“you should ask her out, taka-nii!” luna offered her advice. “and when she accepts, she’ll break things with draken!” mana nodded excitedly, happy that their plan was working. “you should do it now! we know she’s home and her date with draken is tomorrow!”

takashi let his sisters drag him to the front door of their apartment, still a bit dumbstruck by the things they said. they were little girls, of course they could be lying to make him confess — but what if they weren’t? what if he would lose you to his best friend, and be miserable seeing you and draken together, hiding his feelings under a happy smile?

before he could think what was the best thing to do, takashi saw himself outside his house, his sisters locking the door. “you are only get inside again when you ask her out!” he heard mana’s voice muffled by the door, and he sighed. it was now or never — and thank god, you were in the playground and not inside your house. it would be awkward if he was going to confess outside it, your mother hearing everything he wanted to tell you.

he leaned over the balcony railing, admiring you. you glowed under the sunset, and takashi’s heart did a flip when you waved at him. he smiled at you, walking to sit besides you in the swing — and mitsuya felt as if that was the walk of his life. he was probably doing a big deal by you going on a date with draken, but it was as if that possibility was a knife piercing his heart a million times.

“hey, takashi.” you greeted the oldest mitsuya, feeling your cheeks heating up, giving him a smile. you noticed him staring at you and you didn’t understand why. did you had something in your hair? or in your clothes? you weren’t complaining about having his attention, no. you absolutely loved it when you found takashi’s eyes glued to your figure, but now, they had a fire you never saw in them. “are you okay?”

it seemed like mitsuya’s resolution fell when he found himself in your presence.

it was selfish of him, it wasn’t? to ask you to go not in a date with someone you liked — well, probably liked, since you accepted draken’s offer — just because he fancied you since he was ten. “hey, y/n.” he smiled at you, and it pained him to see you so happy. was it because of the date? he hoped it was him making you glow with happiness, not his best friend. mitsuya inhale deeply — it was now or never, and he could see mana and luna spying you two from the gaps of the balcony. “why didn’t you tell me?”

you tilted your head, a confused frown on your face. “didn’t tell you what?” you asked confusedly, plagued by the painful expression on his face.

“your date with draken.” mitsuya didn’t want to sound so harsh, but you two were his friends — then why did he know about the date from his sisters?

“w-what?” you asked, dumbfounded. your date with draken? that didn’t make sense. draken was helping you with confessing your feelings for mitsuya. “we are going out, yes, but just as friends.” you almost chuckled at how takashi’s eyes widened and how it seemed that a weight had been lifted off his shoulders — like he was relieved to know you and ken were just friends.

“i like someone else.” “then you want to go to the cinema with me this saturday?”

you two said simultaneously, takashi’s face falling again in a painful expression, while you felt your cheeks heating up again.

“are you asking me out? on a date?” you asked, trying to not get your hopes up. you didn’t know if mitsuya really liked you as draken — or his sisters and even hakkai too — said, but you hoped he did. you’ve liked him since you became his neighbor when you two were ten, but you were always too afraid to say anything. mitsuya was amazing — he was in a gang, he was the president of the sewing club, he was an amazing older brother and had amazing skills in fashion.

you couldn’t compare to him, not in the slightest, but you hoped he saw you with kinder eyes than you did to yourself.

“no.” mitsuya answered promptly, but by seeing your eyes glossing with tears, he added. “i mean... yes, maybe, as… friends?” he didn’t want to make you cry — to be the reason of your tears was takashi’s biggest fear.

you pouted, frustrated with yourself. you left your hopes too high, and they obviously would be crushed. “i don’t want to go out with you as ‘friends’, mitsuya.” you opted to use his last name, as you knew he would reject you and you would lose your oldest friend. “you are the person i like, and i was going out with draken so he could help me confess to you.” you crossed your arms over your chest, not looking at him. of course everyone read the situation wrong. takashi didn’t like you — his first thought when asked if he was asking you on a date was saying no! — and you were a fool to believe what everyone else said. you just wanted to go to your home and cry yourself to sleep.

but before you could get up and run to your room, you felt takashi’s warm hand on your chin, making you look at his face again. you parted your lips at the lovestruck gaze he was giving you. “you like me?” you nodded, confused as to why he was having a hard time believing it.

the smile he gave you was contagious, and you giggled when he started to stroke your cheek with the hand that was on your chin. “since i was ten, actually.”

“no way.” he whispered, and you blinked your eyes at him. “i liked you since i was ten too.”

you two were both fools, the fear of losing your friendship blinding you two of the truth — that mitsuya takashi was in love with y/l/n y/n since he saw her playing with his sisters and treating them kindly, and y/l/n y/n was in love with mitsuya takashi since he defended her from the neighborhood bullies.

takashi’s lips brushed yours and you sighed happily, but before you could deepen the kiss, mana’s and luna’s voices were heard cheering for the both of you.

“i swear.” mitsuya whispered against your lips. “they are menaces. i don’t know how you like them so much.”

you giggled, your hands clutching his shirt and bringing him as close the swing allowed. “be a good boyfriend and kiss me already, taka.” you teased, your lips millimeters from his, his hot breath fanning your face. that was almost like a dream — you two were so close that you could see the different shades of violet that danced in his eyes because of the sunset, or faint reddish shade that adorned his nose.

“as you wish, my love.”

[sweeethinny]

Big Brother

inspired by @blvnk-art's latest art - I know it's not exactly like that, but I was just inspired by Harry and James' relationship, and his concern about his relationship with his father now that there was a new child in the house

also, inspired by my relationship with my Niece, who taught me a lot about love

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''James is jealous,'' Ginny warned him, breastfeeding Lily Luna in the living room rocking chair, eyes closed and head leaning against the back. ''You didn't pick him up from school, and he was sad,''

Harry sighed, finishing the boys' bottle. ''I'll talk to him,''

''I think he might think that now that he's a kid, and not a baby like he sees Al and Lily, he feels lonely,'' she said, still with her eyes closed.

He nodded, even though Ginny couldn't see him, and walked upstairs to the boys' room - where conversations and laughter could still be heard. Albus didn't show any resistance with sleep, he was always the first to sleep, but James however kept his eyes wide even as he drank his milk.

James was 5 years old, thought of himself as a big boy, but sometimes, he still needed his daddy's lap, and that's what Harry offered when he realized that the story alone wasn't helping.

It didn't matter that he was heavier than he was at Albus' age, or that someone might see it as a way to 'spoil' him. Harry learned one thing as soon as Teddy was in his charge: you can't spoil someone with too much love.

''Were you sad that Dad didn't pick you up from school today?'' He asked, sitting in the armchair they still left in the boys' room, laying James down in his arms. His son grew up very fast.

''Yes,'' He said softly, taking the bottle out of his mouth just to say it. Harry nodded.

''I'm sorry I didn't go, Dad had a lot to do and didn't know if he would have time to pick you up, that's why I asked Grandma to do it,'' He explained, brushing the hairs off his already sweaty forehead. ''Sometimes dad don't have time and can't go, but whenever I can, I will, okay?''

“Okay…Are you still taking me to the mall?” Harry had promised to take James to the mall so they could buy Teddy's gift and party decorations, and the boy had been looking forward to it since the beginning of the week.

''Sure, we're going on Saturday, do you remember when Saturday is?''

''After I've slept twice,'' Harry nodded, kissing his son's forehead, who was already starting to show signs that he was finally losing the battle against sleep.

“Very well…Daddy loves you, Jamie,” He clasped his son against him, rocking just enough to lull him to sleep, as he used to when he was a little boy and could only cry.

The years passed very quickly when you had a child.

[tomeofsealing]

There's something Puyo related that’s been bothering me for awhile and I just want to put it into words. It’s all about Aya’s age and the constant toxic environment around the topic. Fandoms should be about sharing and having fun with headcanons together, not trying to claim who’s right and wrong.

Aya’s age is nonexistent in canon. It’s simply a personal headcanon if one views it as an adult, teen or elder. Yet so many people seem to think it’s canon that Aya is an adult or older, which is simply not true in canon. It’s left vague and up to interpretation on purpose. Nobody is right or wrong. Headcanons are personal interpretations, in all media people can view concepts and themes differently. Like how no one is wrong for headcanons about a character's gender or sexuality. Hounding people who have a different headcanon as you is just cruel and wrong. 

A lot of this seems to stem from Aya being sealed in the Record of Sealing. When in reality, all that’s really known in canon about how the book works is vague. It was taken by some kids who wanted to use it as a prank to seal the demon’s soul. There’s nothing in canon about what happens in the book to the sealed soul and when it comes to how long it’s been we only have one offhand comment by Akuma to guess around a thousand years or more. Because the conditions of how being sealed is entirely up to the viewer, one can headcanon Aya in those thousand years being aware the whole time or in a stasis, in the end neither are canon and perfectly valid to headcanon. 

All we also know about the Original Demon is they kept to themselves, lived in a castle alone and the only physical being described as a shōnen / young boy when the split happened. Some could say that because of living alone in a castle the demon was an adult, or much like Arle; just owns a home as a teenager because it’s a fantasy world. Another thing many need to remember is that Aya’s not the original demon either, only half of the original, much like Sig. They are mutually part of the demon but the original is long gone. Many know I headcanon Aya as an adult, but in my case I see it as Aya was aware the whole time but only in recent centuries was able to interact with the living, putting him in his early 20’s once given a body of his own. Yet I can also see how one would headcanon Aya as a teen, considering the only life perspective we’re aware of for Aya has ever seen is from a teenage boy and when the split happened the remaining half was a teenager; one can easily interpret that into meaning Aya wouldn’t be any different once put in stasis. I can also see how one would headcanon Aya as an elder, watching the world move for centuries while trapped in place. That’s the fun of headcanons, we all can have our different stories and ideas. 

There’s a lot of characters in the media who have a similar trope to Aya I can use as examples for any interpretation. Princess Luna from MLP:FiM was banished to the moon for a thousand years and implied to be aware the whole time, but once free is confirmed to not be fully grown and the same age as she was before being sealed away. She is still a young adult, much like the mane 6, and headcanons shipping her are perfectly fine. Shadow the Hedgehog from the Sonic Series was sealed in stasis for 50 years and that doesn’t make him literally 50, he’s still a teenager. Roxas from Kingdom Hearts isn’t literally a toddler despite his creation time, is a teenage boy like his other halfs. Dark Heart from Care Bears is an ageless demonic entity who can shapeshift, taking the form of a teenage boy originally for evil purposes but in the end becomes a real human boy once learning the concepts of friendship and compassion because truly he was a lonely child. 

In the end there is no right or wrong answer with Aya’s age. You can have a different view than someone else, and that’s okay! If you don’t agree with someone else's interpretation, there’s nothing wrong with that, just don’t think your own view is the only truth. Everyone has their own personal reasons for headcanons like these, some very personal and some just for fun. You wouldn’t get mad at someone who headcanons Aya as Transgender or Asexual, right? Age headcanons with Aya are no different. The truth is with canon; the writers of Puyo do not take this seriously, as new writers will add their own stories in future games, things can get inconsistent or entirely retconned for new ideas. So just, please be nice and let's be happy this is a series where so much creativity and ideas can be shared.

[ameliasbitvh]

ahhhh! thank you all soso much for the 300 followers! i just hit 200 last week?! how are there 300 of you? i honestly don’t know, but i started this account as a place to just read smut and then i decided to post on here. the reason why my first post was angst was because i was being a slut for angst to feel something in those few moments- okay i’ll stop myself right there. for this milestone i’m going to do mutual appreciation for the moots i’ve interacted with the most so far! (if we’re moots and u wanna interact pls do, i’m not scary!)

okayy first up,

@underappreciated-spoon-321

i love you so much bby, i could not believe it when you followed me. i was legit crying happy tears and i specifically remember you followed me after i posted “needy” random lol.

your writing is immaculate, absolutely lovely. ur smut *chefs kisses* i love that you put up with my shit photos that i send you and that you actually ask for more- but it baffled me when you first interacted with me, this was my reaction

*deep breath* “omfg! (ur username) just interacted with me, wtf do i do?!” also ur nick name reminds me of belly from dear, draco.

i’m not writing a lot, bc for your sleepover i wrote you a damn paragraph 😭 but i love u sm belly!! 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

@dracoskinks

ARI! i love talking to you, bc i can talk about anything and when i say anything i mean anything. like kinks, porn, random draco scenarios, etc… you are one of the funniest people i have seen on this app.

ur blunt and funny at the same time, it just makes it more fun to talk to you. ur smut is soso good, bc i don’t find a lot of smut with a dom!reader and sub!draco.

i remember you followed me, so out of curiosity i checked out your blog and saw your piss kink fic and that did it for me. after that i followed you back and we became moots ajnwja. when ur first account got terminated you scared me so fucking much, because i thought you were going to leave tumblr forever. don’t. ever. play. like. that. again. i’m glad we became moots bc i fucking love you <3

@opalsheart

I LOVE YOU SM! i think u were the first moot that i interacted with in direct messages, bc you had tea to spill, and ever since than we’ve been #4lifers. you send me edits and hate on t*m felton with me on instagram. you were the first mutual to know what i looked like lmaoo. u r an absolute goddess, bestie, like what- i know that you can pull anyone you want, so stop playing when you talk about someone.

even though we have a fucking 12 hour time difference, we still find time to talk to each other. it is so fun talking with you and the fact that when we talk it’s night for one of us. you let me send that stupid tik tok of ed sheeran and t*m felton to you and it probably haunts your dreams now ajnwajsj-

i appreciate that you study ur MF ass off for your exams, bc i could never. and you even send me those cute memes when i wake up- also we better be watching those true crime documentaries, bc i’m still waiting. idc if we have a time difference :) anyways ILY SM ELLIE !! <3

@laceycallisto

okay- where do i even get started with this. we first interacted when i reblogged that draco fan fic and we reblogged talking about how desperate we were trying to find that iconic fic. and i forgot that the creator could see all the reblogging we were doing- you texted me directly about adding my name into your tags, which obviously i agreed to. then we just started talking about random shit like how we were superior because we were june geminis. or how we talked about being in love with remus lupin.

i have vivid flash backs of how your remus fic hurt me. i cried my false lashes off proof reading janajaj- bestie- you’ve seen me cry ajnwja- your writing is ethereal, i don’t know how you can see that? your so nice too, like girly u gave me ur netflix within like a day of knowing each other 💀 we watched bridgerton in two mother fucking sittings. we ate that bridgerton hoe up!

all ur input on the scenes were so funny like the “with child” and “dicking” comments 😭 i love how it’s so easy to talk to you about everything, like how dumb i am- even talking about the privilege of being poc and not burning in the sun. bruh u even let me tag u in dumb tik tok videos, like what?! and i think your the only mutual i have that’s in the same time zone as me… also we better binge the next season. but ily sm, ur like my older sister, even if u say ur life is shitty 😭 <3

@dracomalfoys-wh0re

honestly, kacia. i owe a lot to you for my account being “found” or whatever, bc you reblogged a fic of mine, i’m pretty sure it was “common room” and that’s when i started getting notes and followers najajwjwj- you might not know that but i do 💀 i will forever remember that.

you literally were one of the first accounts ever- to follow me. and i won’t lie, i went crazy when u followed me because i love your fics so much! you are so funny and blunt too i swear 😭

and can we talk about your tom riddle fic? like?!the fact that you really showed tom’s true personality and character. every world had me enthralled further into the fic, the way you wrote him is exactly how i think tom riddle would act towards his s/o. his toxicity and gaslighting is too accurate.

moving on from the discussion of your fic, which is amazing, ily sm babe!!

@yoooespinosa

we’ve interacted a few times and when u texted me directly saying that you thought i was sweet, i literally went, “omg- people think i’m sweet” in a good way, not bad jkwajjw- can i just get started on your writing, because oh. my. fucking. god. it is the most captivating and heart breaking thing i’ve ever seen- the emotions that you put into every word completes the entire fic. every angst piece that you have written, made me cry or made something inside me just twist with sadness. it is truly lovely and magnificent.

how do ur fics not get thousands of notes? because everyone should see what you write, it’s unfair that others haven’t seen your fics. when u explained your dream to me, i swear you practically wrote a whole fic 😭

i remember u said that you wanted to do a face reveal, but we’re scared. bestie what are you scared of? you look like an ANGEL!! and if anyone were to disagree, they are obviously blind. but ily bestie <3

@o-rion-sta-r

BESTIE BAE ORION i love you so much!interacting with you is honestly so fun. and i remember like literally yesterday we were trying to figure out ari’s time zone and we were freaking out. you, ari, and me all have a fucking time difference 😭 it sucks so much!

at least every day you ask me how my days been and i think that’s so sweet, because before i got on tumblr people didn’t ask that question. i appreciate that you ask me that and just random questions in general, because i love interacting with you so much. and you should start writing bby! i will reblog anything you write, also ily sm <3

@ilygw

we don’t talk a lot, but you seem like a fun person! i love seeing all the edits you post on here, bc honestly i need more ferret boy content. i know there is a lot, but i feel like i’ve seen all of them. until i see you posting a new edit and i’m like, “okay… i guess i haven’t seen every draco edit” but that’s all i have lol, ly!!

@arcaneslut

to be honest, you seemed so intimidating to me. i know you said you’re not, but to me you seemed really scary even though i knew you weren’t 😭 i just interacted with you recently and you are so sweet i swear! i love all ur fics, especially “and then i felt nothing” because when i read this fic you better believe i was crying so hard- to the point where i couldn’t breath- everything was written so beautifully, i couldn’t believe it.

i love how one thing we share in common is losing our phones 💀 but i just wanted to say thank you for explaining the whole sleepover and celebration things to me! even tho we just started interacting i already love u!!

moots bc i’m in love with all of them: @just-a-smol-spoon @dreamy-clousds @dracoskinks @unedibledaisyduck @thatsassyhufflepuff @a-aexotic @l0vely-lupin @gothboutique @wolfstar4lifee @littlemissnoname13 @deatthfairy @arcaneslut @ladyvesuvia @laceycallisto @dracossweetprincess @the-lonely-poet-loves-to-weep @realityblocked @harmqnia @yoooespinosa @opalsheart @lilscloud @cupids-crystals @mellifluousart @lunas-kisses @malfoysmainb @klauscarolove @crystxlss @beforeoursunsets @marrymetheonott @queeriacs @electriclocean @dlmmdl @o-rion-sta-r @sfdlm @ilygw @desiredmalfoy @underappreciated-spoon-321 @draco-and-tom @hellounicorn @mugglesthesedays @dracomalfoys-wh0re

if i didn’t tag u it’s bc i can’t tag more than 50 blogs :(

[henqtic]

𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰 𝐖𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐞 || 𝐃.𝐌

word count: 967

summary: You talk with Draco about your future the day before graduating from Hogwarts.

+ Masterlist || Draco Malfoy Masterlist

“I’m going to miss it here you know,” you said looking out at the distance from the bridge.

Tomorrow was the day you graduated from Hogwarts and then you would officially become an adult and have to be prepared to do adult things. A feeling of nostalgia came over you remembering all of the things that happened in the same place you were standing on now; the first time you came across this bridge in third year when you and Draco were exploring the grounds.

 It was the same place where he awkwardly asked you to Hogsmeade on a date which you accepted gladly and the place you and Draco shared your first kiss of many. Now here you were five years later, packed up and ready to leave your second home of seven years.

“I don’t think I will,” he answered back shaking his head with a light smirk. “Oh yea? Why’s that exactly,” you challenged and turned your head to look at him with your eyebrows up.

“Well once we leave here, I’ll probably replace that ring for a much better one.” You both looked at the promise ring he had gifted you the summer before sixth year. A small laugh came from you as you encouraged him with an amused ‘Go on’. “Then, we’ll probably move away from the manor, I don’t think you’d like to live there for a long time.” 

“I think your manor’s lovely Draco,” you lied, glancing back at the distance knowing he would be able to find out from the look in your eyes. “Darling you’re scared of it.” He leaned down slightly to meet your eyes as you scoffed, “Where do you suppose we’ll live then?” 

“We’ll probably move somewhere big huge by a river maybe, with a lot of windows and sunlight. So you don’t get scared or anything,” he joked bumping his shoulder with yours. “You're an idiot, I like the sunlight because--it’s the sunlight. Who doesn’t like it?”

“That’s the reason, and not because in fifth year when you came into my room on the verge of crying and forced me to kill a small spider half awake,” he said in an unconvinced tone as you let out an astounded breathe, “Well you never know where the small ones may go. A big one would have been better at least they have the decency of letting you know where they-”

He pecked your lips to stop you from going on another rant about spiders and how the smaller ones are worse. “You’d start your career as a healer like you’ve always wanted to and I’ll work up the courage to tell my father I don’t want to work in the ministry and eventually start studying alchemy.” 

“That sounds nice, living by a river in a sunny place with you,” you said leaning into his side, day dreaming about waking up to him everyday-

“Oh and we’d have at least five kids,” he joked trying to get a reaction out of you. Pushing your body off of his, you stuttered, “Draco what-- no. You can’t be serious.” Your faces were turned towards each other with yours wearing a look of astonishment and amusement that he expected you to have five children. “Oh I’m deadly serious, growing up as an only child is not fun. It’s quite lonely actually.” 

“Alright but most definitely not five. Who do you think I am? Molly Weasley?” “How many do you suppose then,” he asked with a tone of amusement lacing his voice, happy that he had shocked you so much. “Not five-- way less than five. Three at most.” Going through the process of giving birth to one let alone three to five kids made you shiver a bit making him laugh before he regained his composure. “Okay then, if one of them is a boy I want to name him Scorpius. It’ll follow my family’s tradition of constellation names.” You snorted not even a second after, “Do you want the kid to be bullied?”

“Since you're so quick to judge, what do you purpose you’d name one of them?” He was obviously offended that you hadn’t given the name as half as much thought as he did. “Well, I’d still want to follow your family's whole tradition of constellation names so, for a girl it should be something pretty like-- Cassiopeia. Cass for short.” 

He hummed in agreement not expecting you to think of it. “That’s an alright name I guess.” “Thank Merlin one of us cares about their future. Poor Scorpius’ll get bullied for life with a name like that.” 

“I have a feeling you’ll warm up to the name and even then I won’t let him get bullied. And we won’t raise them how my parents did, they won’t have to worry about what being ‘a good pureblood’ is and all of the other things that come with that,” he said remembering all of the pressure he had on him through his school years, wanting to please his parents. The most he got out of it were ‘friends’ who only stayed with him because of his family's name.

“I think that sounds like the perfect life Draco.”

“I’m happy it’ll be with someone like you y/n, I think you're the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” “And you're the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Are you ready to go back to the castle now? I think Theo’s still nervous about whatever he’s planning for Luna.” 

“Yea, he’s gonna go mad if he keeps going on like that.” Lacing your fingers together tightly you walked back to the castle sharing some laughs, reminiscing about all of the memories you made throughout the years in the castle, ready for the last ones to be made.

A/N- Feel free to leave any feedback or constructive criticism and have a great rest of your day or night.

[countessofravenclaw]

Why everyone SL is an only child?

Okay, maybe a bit of a misleading title since they never once acknowledged anything about anyone's siblings, so we don't actually know anything. So technically this is like my headcanons that I have deduced from canon.

Note: Nico, Pedro, Jim, Yam, Ramiro, Jazmin and Delfi and and Simon are not included in this. Why you might ask? Well, We don't know enough about Delfi, Jazmin, Jim, Yam and Ramiro's private homelife to actually know, do or do they not have any. Nico and Pedro are older and have moved out so it would make sense if they had siblings that were never mentioned. And finally, you all know that I hc that Simon has five siblings. So this is not everyone, but just every who we either just know that are only children or it can be deduced from canon.

Luna

Well, we know that she has no siblings. Lily and Bernie are dead. Monica and Miquel couldn't have any biological children, Luna's adopted. I do sometimes wonder why Monica and Miquel didn't adopt more children, but there are lot of reason's why not. I am not familiar with the adoption and foster care policies in Mexico, but adoption can't be that easy, no matter the country, so maybe they just didn't want to go through that all again. Or they just couldn't afford it. They both work in service and even if they were good at their jobs, it must have not maybe paid that much. They didn't even have their own house after all.

Matteo

From all the stuff he has said about moving around and being lonely, it just seems likely that he was an only child. I don't think he would have had that strong with Gastón without it. I hc that Matteo mother died when he was 10, so there would have been time for Alexander and Lucia to have another child, but since they were both diplomats and extremely busy, they probably just decided that one was enough. I also think they had Matteo bit more later in life than a majority of people. Alexander and Sofia probably didn't have any children for that same reason, and because Sofia is not sinifically younger than him.

Ambar

Well, she is the most obvious case here. Sharon didn't seem to like having her around that much, so why on earth would have adopted more children. We of course don't know if Ambar has some biological siblings somewhere. Someone should write a fic about that.

Nina

Nina is also a pretty clear case. She is a divorce child. I feel like Ana and Ricardo split up finitively when she was maybe around 10, but the problems could have easily started before they had even considered having another child. Nina doesn't seem to ever remember a time when they were happy together.

Gastón

Okay, my reasoning for that he is an only child in the show is the same as Matteo's. I just don't feel like they wouldn't have that strong bond they do if they hadn't spent their childhood lonely while their parents were always on the go. But why he is an only child is totally different and it is purely my own creation. After Gastón was born, his mother suffered a health problem that ended in her having a hysterectomy. So Isla was left infertile, even when she and Marco would have loved to have more children

Okay, this was a fun Headcanoning session. Also, I realize that some people might just see this post from SL tag or something and are super confused about who are Alexander, Lucia, Sofia, Isla and Marco, since they don't read my blog or my fics. If you one of them who are super confused right now, my inbox and dms are always open and consider reading my fic Memories of time which explains everything.

[everythingsinred]

Let's Talk About NatsuMikan: Natsume (pt. 14)

Natsume has been putting himself on the line for his sister. He's currently manipulating his way into the Hana Hime den, completely unaware that he's falling for a trap set for him. At the same time, his manipulations involve spending a lot of time with Mikan, and how his feelings of love for her complicate things.

Chapter Fifty-Six

The boys dutifully dress in girls’ kimonos, even if they are embarrassed. Natsume will do anything for his sister, so dressing in drag is really nothing compared to all the other stuff he has done and will do for her.

Upon arriving at the house for the party, Mikan is very excited, waving her hands (including the one not-actually-stuck to Natsume) and dragging him all over, which he surprisingly allows.

Yeah, yeah, the scans are low-quality, but what matters is LOOK AT THEM. She's so excited and dragging him around and he just lets her! I'm obsessed.

They enter, escorted by Shizune, who leads them past the party on the first floor, which is open to all Middle school girls. They are headed to the more exclusive party on the second floor. Many of the Middle school girls gossip about the group headed up the stairs, but Mikan is happy to notice Misaki and Nobara in the crowd. Nobara is excited to see her, until she sees Natsume there too. Her mood changes from excited to scared, asking why Natsume has come to this place and warning Mikan to get him out because he won’t be safe there.

Nobara is surprised to see him, but also scared for him, which gives off the impression that either she didn't think Natsume would fall for the trap or she wasn't aware that there was a trap at all but knows that the Hana Hime den is a dangerous place for him anyway. With this in mind, we can see that something very dangerous is awaiting Natsume. If he does find his sister, it won't be easy getting her out safely.

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Almost immediately after arriving, Hotaru is able to separate from Ruka and Youichi, which spurs Natsume to finally give up Mikan’s hand as well. The MSP is obviously peeved by the boys’ presence and the role she was forced to play for Persona.

The flower princesses have decided to cheer the MSP up by choosing one of the incoming group to bully. Hotaru is absolutely out of the question, as she is the only one the MSP actually intended to invite. The boys are not chosen either, as Natsume is to be sacrificed to Persona and the princesses find them all cute. That leaves Mikan, who is immediately obnoxious and loud, the perfect target for ridicule.

Mikan is very excited about the traditions and rituals of the flower party, but she is very persistently excluded from each one. Even the boys get flower names (other than Yo-chan), but Mikan is ignored when she asks for one.

She is then excluded from the feast, with all the dishes purposefully taken from her and placed in front of other people. She is then given a “medicine” which only makes her smell bad so the other attendees want to stay away from her. Hotaru seems to be distracted by the special treatment she was so looking forward to, but Natsume is visibly bothered by the strange way in which the flower princesses are treating Mikan.

The games they play either exclude Mikan, mock her, or both.

In no time at all, she is thoroughly lonely, depressed, and hungry, her face painted all over.

They all sit around for another game, and the flower princesses decide that Mikan shouldn’t be invited for this one at all. Though Ruka and Hotaru are put off by this, Natsume has had enough, so he leaves the circle completely. Hotaru's way of defending Mikan is to get back at the girls through a game she invented, but Natsume's technique is a bit more straight-forward.

Natsume doesn't even like these people. Mikan, on the other hand...

Natsume has gone to fetch a dumpling for Mikan, a chestnut kuri kinton shaped like an orange. Perfect for her, he says. He then says he’s unbothered by the smell of her medicine, especially compared to the perfumes sprayed all over the place. Natsume doesn’t care about being polite and courteous to the MSP. He’s here to save Aoi, and standing by while these girls bully the love of his life won’t exactly help him save Aoi, so why should he do it?

So they end up bickering over something stupid again, and Mikan seems all cheered up.

She even seems sad to see him go to the bathroom, telling him to hurry so they can eat and spend more time together.

Pretending is so much harder when he can see that she actually enjoys spending time with him. How is he supposed to be okay with his fate when this is so much more pleasant?

He shuts her down, like it’s no big deal, but it is, of course, like everything else he borrows.

But he can’t have her waiting for him when he knows deep down there’s a chance he might not come back. He’s here for a reason after all, and that reason is sadly not to eat kuri kinton with Mikan. It’s to save his sister, who might be captive in a dungeon somewhere.

The MSP warns him not to explore too much, as she won’t be responsible for anything that happens to him.

He begins by looking for a bathroom, but there are no boys’ bathrooms, so he wanders around. His attention is immediately grabbed by some girls talking about “Yuki Aoi”. This is a trap, of course, just like everything else. He follows the girls downstairs into the basement, trying to look for Aoi, but the girls quickly report to Persona that it’s all going according to plan. It almost seems like too obvious a trap, but Natsume is desperate. He hasn't heard from Aoi in too long. He's so eager to find her that he doesn't see the warning signs, like that all the hints about Aoi are a bit too obvious.

Now is time for the Dangerous Ability Discipline Squad to be deployed.

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Natsume descends into the dungeons, perfectly aware that he could end up staying there forever, and that he’ll be horribly punished for sure. There isn’t a lot of Natsume in this chapter actually, but his friends grow concerned about his long absence from the party, and wonder if Natsume has perhaps been punished as the MSP warned, for wandering where he shouldn’t.

We learn that the MSP has a very strong barrier alice, one that protects the whole school, and that it is very powerful in the dungeons, where Natsume is.

When we do see Natsume again, he has only gone deeper into the basement, when he sees a cell with a girl in it. He quickly rushes to her side, convinced that it’s his sister, but is disappointed to find that it’s actually Nobara with a wig, unconscious.

The problem is, now he’s locked in a cell.

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Nobara, desperate as she was to make sure Natsume was okay, took Tsubasa with her into the dungeons, only to be isolated and put into a trance state. Natsume knows what the trance state means: it’s the only way she can be made to use her alice on missions, as she is usually good-natured.

He knows he’s in danger now, that the DA class has trapped him and that he might have to fight. And just like that, the Discipline Squad is there: Rui, Hayate, and Yakumo, all waiting for him.

Natsume has been acting out of line for quite some time now. He’s been going on missions that go against the agenda of the school, all to help his friends, specifically his "kitten of a different color". He’s been smiling and joking more, happy when he’s supposed to be eternally despairing. The higher ups don’t like that, and this is his punishment.

Rui explains what’s going on, since Natsume goes on missions on the outside and isn’t familiar. The Discipline Squad is a subdivision of the DA class to punish people who aren’t toeing the company line. The Hana Hime den basement is where they usually do their work. Tsubasa was once victim to Rui’s alice specifically as a punishment for his troublemaking, hence the curse mark under his eye. Natsume’s punishment will likely be much more severe.

Persona then appears, holding the unconscious Nobara, informing Natsume that this was the final test: that Natsume should have been obedient and not wandered down into the basement. However, he has failed the test and stepped out of line once again, and this is the last straw.

Ah, how nice to see the Discipline Squad, my beloveds. And Natsume looks so pretty in that kimono.

Natsume is immediately on the offensive, grabbing Persona and demanding to know where Aoi is, but Persona uses his alice on Natsume’s wrists so he pulls away. Persona then instructs one of the Discipline Squad to go and get rid of the four new intruders who have descended into the basement, so now Natsume knows he has an extra responsibility beyond simply rescuing Aoi (not that rescuing Aoi was ever going to be simple).

Despite always putting others first, he never considers that his existence matters to people, and that if he's in danger, his friends will come to protect him.

The squad decides Hayate will go, although he complains because he had apparently been waiting a very long time to be able to beat Natsume up. We can see that Natsume isn’t popular in the DA class either, and perhaps that Yo-chan is the only one who might admire him, even in a class where they’re all in a similar boat.

The silly antics and childish jabs of the Discipline Squad too are very interesting. They act big and tough, and were perhaps given heavy responsibilities, but they’re still children. Every single person in the DA class is a child, someone forced into these actions in some way or other, whether through emotional blackmail, physical coercion, or manipulation. All of these kids are under the illusion that they are more important than they are--simply pawns obediently doing their duty for the school’s benefit.

It’s an effective tactic to pit oppressed or victimized people against each other so they don’t focus on the real enemy, Persona and the ESP. The DA class demonstrates this quite well. Back in the day, Luna was pitted against Yuka. Natsume hates most of his classmates except for Youichi. He can lash out at Nobara, who is loyal to Persona, because he can’t lash out at the man himself. And all the other kids hate each other, get mad at each other, argue amongst each other. Hayate getting angry that Rui is calling the shots even though the real person in charge is Persona (and even further up, the ESP) is a great example of this. They are all so busy being mad at each other that they don’t realize the person pulling the strings is the one they should be angry at.

Anyway, Persona warns Natsume that because four new people have entered the fray, he might want to submit. After all, the dungeon has the highest concentration of the MSP’s alice, and he isn’t accustomed to it, like the Discipline Squad is. But if he refuses to submit, then Persona will give him answers if, and only if, he can defeat all three members of the squad. If he cannot defeat them, well, he’ll be trapped in the dungeon for the rest of his life. Naturally, Natsume has no choice but to agree to the deal. His sister’s safety is at stake, after all, and he would do anything for her, including possibly allowing himself to be locked in a dungeon forever.

Chapter Sixty

Persona leaves Natsume alone with Rui and Yakumo, and Natsume thinks to himself that this is an impossible situation. His upperclassmen are very powerful and their alices suit the name “dangerous ability”. At the same time, he realizes that he has to win, because he wants to save Aoi and avoid being locked up. But Rui decides to take off, sensing Tsubasa in the dungeon, so Natsume is left with only Yakumo, which might make things easier. One on one is easier than two on one, after all.

But Natsume is actually not relieved. If Rui senses someone he’s marked, then there might be another person down with them. In any case, he doesn’t want Rui to meet his friends. Hayate is one thing, but Rui is far more dangerous, and they might be in serious danger if he decides to use his alice. After all, Natsume can hardly use his alice properly, so even if his friends had a chance with their alices, they’ll be at a serious disadvantage in the dungeon.

Yakumo tells him to snap out of it, to stop being distracted, because then Natsume will certainly lose. So Natsume has no choice but to hope for the best for his friends and that the mystery fifth intruder will protect them in his place, and focus on his fight with Yakumo for now.

This translation is a bit unclear, but he's pleading for the mystery intruder (Tsubasa) to protect his friends because he can't.

It’s interesting, from what we see of Yo-chan standing up for the other intruders in the dungeon, that Natsume told him to look out for the others in case something happened. Why did Natsume entrust such a task to a toddler, and not to Ruka or somebody else? Well, for one, Natsume has been entrusted with caring for everyone around him at a young age too. It was his job to be the serious and mature one after his mother died, taking responsibility to be as adult as possible and protect his father and sister, even though that shouldn’t have been on his shoulders at all. He won’t think it’s unfair to ask Yo-chan for this, because he’s been through it too and it’s normal for him.

Another thing is that every kid in the DA class is extremely powerful. To be in the DA class, it’s not enough to have a potentially dangerous alice, or many other kids would be in it. Tsubasa could have been in sooner, or Ruka could have been enlisted. Even Iinchou’s alice could be potentially terrifying if used in the right way. But they’re not DA students, because the alice has to be powerful enough to exploit. Yo-chan isn’t just in possession of a creepy alice; he’s a prodigy as well. He has control of his power and can do terrifying things with it. He’s been put on missions and trained too, even as little as he is, and he can do much more with his alice than the others can. Natsume trusts Yo-chan because he knows how dangerous these situations can be and he’s the most qualified to protect his friends.

Natsume please. He's just a baby.

It’s tragic, but it’s the truth. The DA students are living very different lives from the rest of them, much better acquainted with the school’s darkness than anybody else could comprehend.

And Natsume might be locked inside it forever.

Chapter Sixty-One

We learn that Yakumo has insect pheromones. Natsume is fighting hard, using his alice to protect himself, thinking hard of Aoi to keep himself aware of what he’s fighting so hard for.

There sadly isn’t much Natsume in the chapter. He’s busy at a stand-off with Yakumo and the battle isn’t really going anywhere.

Something of note is Narumi, looking at Ruka’s postcard from his mother, pondering why the children haven’t returned yet. He knows something is up, and has no doubt known the whole time at the very least that there were too many coincidences involved in the banquet to be mere coincidences. At most, he was somewhat aware that Persona was planning on punishing Natsume. With Narumi, it’s hard to tell.

And he was right all along...

Narumi recalls saying that Mikan could be the key to Natsume’s future, because he’d had the hunch that Mikan would become Natsume’s light. Natsume has, after all this time, realized that as well. Nobody wants to be locked up forever, but he especially doesn’t after he’s found something that helped make him happy again. So he will fight hard, because he wants to see Aoi again, and because he wants to see Mikan again too.

Conclusion

Natsume is ready to fight his hardest to find Aoi and keep from being locked away forever. He was aware before that he might not be able to easily make it back out, but it's become harder than he had imagined. Now that he knows Mikan and the others have followed him, he has even more to consider.

It’s a shame that I won’t be talking about Natsume and Ruka’s backstory in this essay. I brought up what I wanted to at the very beginning of this essay, and I won’t say much more than that here. I’ll touch on it in the Mikan POV essay, and I’ll go into every detail I can when I eventually analyze Natsume and Ruka’s relationship, but for now, there’s not much I’ll say.

This may be surprising! No Natsume backstory analysis in a Natsume essay?! But I’d be repeating what I’d said in the beginning. This isn’t just a Natsume essay after all. It’s a ship analysis, and I’ve said what I needed to already. I’m sad to skip it because it’s one of my favorite arcs in the whole story, but I’ll beat it to death in the future, so all is well.

I'm sorry if this was underwhelming. Like I'd said before, this arc is all about discovering Natsume, and Natsume... is Natsume, so he doesn't need to discover anything. I don't want to repeat myself or beat a dead horse just to fill up space. I reckon there will be one more part to this arc! I'm also sorry for posting this kinda late. I got very busy this morning and now everything is off-schedule. I'll try to post at a normal time tomorrow.

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[wyn-n-tonic]

Golden, Like Daylight -- Part IV

Word Count: 1,925 Warnings: PTSD. Drug use. Ben Affleck. Panic attacks. Bullet wounds. Smut (not explicit but it's there). A/N: Your kind words mean literally everything to me and I have been sobbing between the warmth shown to me over this series and also how much I love Francisco Morales and want the absolute best for him.

MASTERLIST | PART: I | II | III | IV | V | VI | VII | VIII | IX

Gif by: @uuuhshiny

Luna hasn’t stopped wailing since Sunday, the one and only day Frankie said he wouldn’t be able to call.

It’s Thursday and both their lungs are close to giving out.

One Morales woman hyperventilating herself into fitful sleeps, the other only sobbing through held breaths in stolen lonely moments of peace and quiet.

Kristyn had taken up residence in the spare room, making sure Leah slept and ate. She was the one who cashed in Leah’s sick days with the school, forging a bullshit sick note when she went into work.

Leah is currently distraught because her husband might be dead in South America, we don’t know.

That’s what the first one said, dashed out on the keyboard in a petty moment of frustration. She might be the only one of Leah’s sisters who didn't want to lob his fucking head off every time she shed a tear but it didn’t mean she never wanted to do it.

Patient is suffering from a prolonged migraine and intensive nausea. Follow up appointment scheduled for next Thursday at 9am.

That should fucking do it but she’ll have to start checking off the vacation days soon. Dip into family leave for Luna.

Alexa held her on that first Monday, talking her through the panic in a puddle of spilled coffee. The paper cup splashing across their knees in the hallway as concern emanated from the AP Lit room at their backs.

Somewhere at the base of the Andes, her husband was being pried out of a crashed helicopter by the only other men she’d ever truly loved. William was shot, Benny was reckless. She felt it all in her body as she was driven home, helped into the shower, held in her bed but not by the arms she craved.

“He's coming home,” Deana brought dinner that night, her big sister cutting into her steak like she was a child at risk of choking again, “he will do anything he can to make sure of that.”

“What if he doesn’t, D?” Leah’s taken on the stare, everything and nothing all at once, “what if he doesn’t come home this time?”

“I promise you, Lee, okay?” She reaches out to push aside hair damp with tears, “I've never seen a man so in love.”

“Yeah…” she’s quiet, “he promised me too.”

And she told him to stop making promises because he doesn’t keep them.

I think you put a baby in me, Francisco Morales.

The tears well over her eyes, spilling onto already salt stained cheeks.

He made love to her like it was the last time he would ever see her, the last chance he would ever get. He poured his entire being into her, drunk off the feel of their bodies together. She could feel him in the hollow of her ribs, an aching that called out for the comfort of his beating heart against hers again.

Would that be so bad?

She sobbed out, startling Luna’s own ragged cries again, afraid that she would never know warmth against her cold hands again.

—————

“Hey,” they're huddled against the onslaught beneath a barely-there cliff, labored breathing in tandem, “you still with me?”

Frankie’s panic attack came on slowly, a rolling storm in the distance the moment the helo crashed in the valley.

Bad landing.

His fight or flight response has his lungs in a vice grip but he still manages a laugh, “I think I should be the one asking you that.”

“You know it’s gonna take a lot more than a stray bullet to fuck me off,” he’s smiling but Frankie knows how much blood he’s lost, how long it takes for a wound like that to clot without medical intervention.

It’s true, it’ll take a lot more than a stray bullet to take William Miller but that was before, when they had back up. Out here, though? Surrounded by his brothers in arms? Having done what he just did?

Francisco Morales has never felt more alone.

“Fish,” William hits his knee against his, “where are you?”

His eyes refocus on the tepid water pounding all around him, the world coming back as he takes a deep breath, “are you afraid, Will?”

“You gotta be more specific, Frank, I’m terrified of everything.”

He’s quiet when he speaks, “me too,” barely above the downpour.

He sees Will nod in his peripheral, “I know.”

“Will, I’m afraid I’ll never see them again,” and when he chokes, he realizes he’s been crying.

“No, you can’t think like that.”

“I know, but I can’t stop it either, like…” trailing off, he lifts his face to the pressure of the water; it’s the sweetest thing he’s felt in days, “what if this is the last shower I ever take?”

“Fish…” Will reaches for him but he’s cut short.

“No, listen to me. If anything happens to me out he—“

“Nothing is going to fucking hap—"

“Shut up and let me finish,” his rage and sadness is burning hot through him, it takes everything within his being not to choke on air as he speaks again. “If anything happens to me out here, Will, take care of my girls. Please.”

The blond nods his head, heavy with exhaustion and pain, “until the very end of my life, Frankie.”

The relief that spreads through his body is better than any drug he ever tried, he feels himself slipping into an upright sleep, his heart at peace for the first time since he left his bed.

“But,” Will’s voice catches him on the edge of consciousness, “I would also face down the end of my life to make sure you see them again, do you understand me? If the only thing standing between you and a bullet is me, don’t fight. Leave me there and run like hell. You’re going back to your family.”

“But if I don’t make it…”

“Fish,” Will's laugh is drenched in the space between them, “are you saying it’s your last will and testament for me to marry your wife?”

“Fuck off,” his words are clipped, strained, “and don’t call me Fish.”

—————

They still, eyes up to the screen of the baby monitor as they hold their breath for another sound from Luna’s room. The baby settles back into silence, her small chest rising and falling on the grainy feed.

He remembers Leah opening the military grade surveillance equipment at the baby shower, the shake of her laughter as she held onto Benny’s shoulder to anchor herself to the chair.

“Should we check on her?” It’s small, a rushed question of a concerned mother.

“I said a baby monitor, Benjamin, not a prison security camera.”

“Absolutely not,” Ben grabs her hand, “This is better than any of that shit you’ll find at Target. Video means there’s no wondering either, you can just look up and assess the situation, more rest. That’s important, you’ll need to savor the little that you get.”

He pushes a lock of hair from her face, damp with the tears of the day and the sweat of the night, “no, baby, we don’t want to disturb her.”

“Yeah,” Will chimes in, his beer bottle held loosely in his hands, “Frankie should’ve been training you on sleep deprivation this whole time, you’re spec ops yourself now.”

“But what if she wakes up?”

“Well…” the corner of his mouth lifts to close the fan at the corner of his eyes, “it’s a good thing she can’t see us through that thing, right?”

“Francisc—“ the irritation of his name is finished in a heady moan lured from her body by another slow drag of his hips.

The crook of his nose slots against hers as he finds her lips again, the warmth of the room around them is nothing compared to their mouths on each other. Bathing in shared heat, her fingers entwine into the curls at the crown of his head, the other hand palm up to his chest. And as the beating of his heart races towards her burning touch, he submerges himself once again.

His firm grip holds the hinge in her leg, fingers digging into the sensitive skin that fills her lungs with fits of laughter and light. He braces himself against the bed, the aching in his forearm dulled by the soft, breathless whimpers intoxicating his entire being.

His voice is washed out when he finds it, “mi sol,” lips dragging across her own, “mis estrellas.”

Her eyes find his, heavy with admiration and trust. “Francisco,” she is drunk and drowning in the love of this man, “finish me.”

He shifts to cradle her jaw and as he trails his other hand up her thigh, he sinks within her once more. Finding his release against her own, he is convinced they’ll never be able to fully untangle again.

He presses a kiss to her nose.

My sun.

Her forehead.

My stars.

Her lips.

My whole sky.

—————

I think you put a baby in me, Francisco Morales.

He snaps back to reality, Santi and Tom’s voices echoing all around them.

His head is hot, he’s pushing past Will with concern set so deeply in his eyes he fears he’ll break right there.

Would that be so bad?

“Fucking bullshit!” Tom’s face is red, Santi having finally said what all of them are thinking.

He feels the weight of Leah in every fiber of his being, slotted perfectly against his body.

“We're all on the hook for this, are we not?”

I should’ve said no.

“God damn this fucking horse! Stop it!”

All those years blinded by loyalty to authority, Frankie never talked back to his leader but the man in front of him isn’t a leader. He’s a whiny child who’s lost his toys and Frankie hates him.

Biting back what he wants to say, he holds his hand up in a show of camaraderie, “Relax.” His finger quirks up as if he’s scolding a tantrum, “Relax. We’re not picking at the fucking scab right now, okay?”

Tom stares him down, like he’s weighing an argument against him too but Frankie’s done. He meets the taller man’s gaze, this man he would’ve died for.

“One foot in front of the other. Come on.”

This man he almost has died for.

“Let's go. Jesus fucking Christ.”

His true allegiances don’t lie to this man anymore or the gun at his hip. Not the money or the mules. He left that splintered fantasy about twenty feet back.

He’d throw this man over if it meant going home right now.

The money too.

None of it is worth a goddamn thing to him if it means he’ll never see the way that the light bounces off the gold in Leah Morales’ eyes ever again.

The same honeyed flakes in the brown of his daughter’s bright gaze.

I think you put a baby in me, Francisco Morales.

He made love to her like it was the last time he would ever see her, the last chance he would ever get. He wanted to pour his entire being into that woman, ensure that he would live on if lost to the Colombian jungle off a narco's bullet.

Would that be so bad?

He was scared but, truly, would it be so bad?

But it would be because he could truly leave her with nothing. No money, no husband, no father to her babies.

He lost count of the days he hadn’t called.

He makes his way up the mountain, following Tom’s bitching, wishing it was Leah leading him home instead.

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Church elders meeting

It's time for another meeting of the church elders, Kylian Freeman, Solomon Eaten, Logan Nelson, Pierre Clarkson and Benjamin White

Kylian: As the chair I want to open the meeting. Welcome all. We will all take turns giving updates about your families. Benjamin will be first.

Benjamin: Thank you, Kylian. But I haven't much to tell, all the family's I'm responseble for are alright.

Kylian: That's great to hear. Next is Solomon.

Solomon: Well, the usual from the Pancakes. They aren't doing great but they aren't doing bad either. I think they recovered pretty good from all they went trew. And then there is Max Villareal. He is getting lonely since his father died. He is living alone in the big mansion of his late father.

Pierre: Maybe we have to find him a wife?

Benjamin: That is a good idea. But we don't have any single woman over 18 in our church.

Pierre: Then someone from another church?

Solomon: I'll look around.

Kylian: Pierre, it's your turn. How are your family's doing?

Pierre: All are doing great. But a prayer request for the Benjamin&Luna will be good, they still are not expecting a baby althought they really would like a child. Luna has gone trew testing and she isn't able to have a child.

Kylian: I'm so sorry for Benjamin.

Benjamin: Thank you all. It really is sad to not be able to have childeren.

Kylian: Logan, you're next

Logan: The Barrow's are delighted with the return of their daughter, Leah. She isn't living with them but they are in contact. And Hugo&Gaby are having a rough time with little childeren and some marriage problems. Joshua already talked to them.

Kylian: Good that you already contacted Joshua. He is great with marriage problems. Then it's my turn. The Rogers are so sad that they don't have their daughter back and the Barrows do. There is a bit of hostility towards the Barrows. The others are doing great.

Logan: It's sad for the Rogers.

Pierre: It really is.

Logan: I have something I like to talk about.

Kylian: Go ahead, Logan.

Logan: I have been serving as church elder for almost 5 years now. But I feel that I need to focus more on my family right now. I think it's better to have church elders rotating.

Pierre: That's a great idea, Logan.

Solomon: I'm not sure if I'm okay with that. It's okay for you to step down but I'm not going to step down and I'm doing this for 13 years.

Kylian: We don't ask you to step down, Solomon. I think it is a great idea for the others and that both you and I always stay as church elders as the base of the church. Is that something you all can live with?

Logan: Yes

Solomon: Yes

Benjamin: Yes

Pierre: Yes

Kylian: So, Logan steps down now. Do we set it at five years?

Benjamin: Other churches have 4 years.

Solomon: Then we do that too.

Kylian: So that means that both Benjamin and Pierre will step down in about 2 years. We now need one more church elder. Solomon? Do you start the procedure?