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percy doing better than annabeth in college is one my favorite developments in the rrverse. if we reflect on percy and annabeth's academic upbringing. annabeth living at camp allowed her to receive accommodations for her adhd and dyslexia and surround herself with like-minded campers who had the same limitations. whereas percy was ridiculed, belittled, and routinely humiliated because of his adhd and dyslexia. even more so, percy's friends and family leave him out of the loop on so many important issue (no chb orientation film, no information about the great prophecy) which perpetuates his subpar confidence and self-esteem in his skills as a student and a demigod. but going to college at NRU changes his mindset because he receives the accommodations he should have gotten years ago and fucking thrives to the point of getting higher grades than annabeth â a person he deems way smarter and more prepared than him in every way. the most important thing percy is learning now is that a supportive environment makes all the difference, and he is more capable than he initially thought.
#in no way is this me trying to diminsh annabeth's struggles#because she canonically does#but she also has access to resources that accomdate her learning disabilities#whereas percy never did#even in an environment where demigods are supposed to be on equal footing because of their shared struggles#percy often gets the short end of the stick because no has properly prepared him for anything#he canonically has to figure shit out on his own and that pisses me offc#but nru gives him the accommodations and opportunity and environment to thrive#and he does so well that he earns higher grades than annabeth#somebody percy holds in high regard#this development proves percy and annabeth are canonically on par with each other academically and that they always were#what an amazing decision#percy jackon and the olympians#pjo text post#pjo#percy jackson#annabeth chase#percy getting higher grades than annabeth#loves this for him#he deserves to thrive in the mortal world and our boy is doing it
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What do you think of Rook's savanaclaw card? <333
I didn't get him (and I need to save my keys for Silver's birthday, sob) so I looked up his groovy, and I'm not over how incredibly dramatic and epic and cool it looks in direct contrast to the absolutely ridiculous context. just look at that dynamic action and his majestic sparkling tears and keep in mind that this is pretty much right after a bunch of characters have been dance battling for his soul.
and then even the actual moment of the groovy is just like
this is NOT a negative in the slightest, I love it all, this truly was an incredible update in so many ways
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 spoilers#twisted wonderland episode 7 part 8 spoilers#twisted wonderland book 7 part 8 spoilers#to be fair it's not COMPLETELY wacky there is actual drama going on#but that's inbetween rook's dream-vil and neige being totally hilarious at each other#'i shan't let you hurt this beautiful child!' 'vil no! if they were to harm your beauty i would be crushed by sorrow!' <- actual dialogue#also neige seeing vil as a mother figure. it's WONDERFUL and i hope real-vil never finds out because this would kill him#just like he killed neige multiple times in his own dream! :)#there was so much wild stuff in this update and not in the least was that the second time vil realized he was in a dream#his reaction was to KILL EVERYONE and cackle maniacally about it#god forbid a queen do anything i guess#anyway i also love the contrast between what i assumed savanarook would be like and what he was actually like#'he looks so wild...what kind of dangerous dream will this mighty hunter have...'#oh no he's actually just an adorable movie geek who is SO EXCITED to share his hyperfixation with us#somehow less intimidating than regular rook#and yet still a delightful little freak. his BEDROOM#the background artist went SO ham on it. truly the magnum opus of twst backgrounds#there are a bunch of little details it is SO worth zooming in on#(including a tiny little picture of che'nya! which...actually i think that implies rook may have stolen an rsa yearbook or something)#(that's our rook! /sitcom laugh track)
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Wait you guys are actually buying Disney products I thought it was a joke
(READ TAGS FOR FULL CONTEXT Sorry itâs long dies
#Honestly Iâm only bothered bc I feel partially responsible (WTF EGOMANIAC OVER HERE)#I know I canât control other peopleâs spending habits and my own habits are. Less than ideal !!#But when I wanted to spread my love for Wreck it Ralph I didnât want people to get that takeaway đ#IMPORTANT NOTE âŒïžItâs okay to express your love for something through buying official things !!! That DOESNâT make you a âbad personâ !!!#Still ! I think we have to let ourselves feel bothered by things and we need to be more critical of exploitative companies#Of course I chose to watch inside out 2 with my mom in theaters so Iâm not immune lmao. Also using amazon / Etsy ⊠just as a whole#But if you need help finding Disney movies without supporting them please just ask me!! PLEASE donât use Disney+ if you can avoid it#I know we are all capable of finding our fulfillment from better places. But sometimes itâs hard#Capitalism sucks and yet thatâs how we are endlessly pressured to live :(#Weâre all at different points in our lives. Sometimes self care involves consumerism#Be hopeful that it someday wonât have to#Txt#again Iâm sorry if this comes off as horribly egotistical to even consider being single-handedly responsible for#Social media is bad âŠ. numbers badâŠ. Distorts reality and your perception of yourselfâŠ..#Or as me trying to guilt trip people in any way. Genuinely do what makes you happy but WE CAN BE HAPPIER & HEALTHIER I KNOW WE CAN#Wreck it ralph#Rant#Also sorry I have huge beef with streaming services I donât mean to enforce that on other people but also. Sharing my opinion
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There is no greater feeling than realizing you missed ao3 being down and now you don't have to sit in agony waiting for our brave warriors to fix our beloved site.
I was helping my bestie clean her house today, blissfully unaware of the tears and bloodshed happening on ao3 and hellsite...
What a wonderful day, where I can just read my bedtime stories without any horrible error screens.
#i only noticed cause ao3 was trending on tumblr#lol#i did have a mini heart attack where i realized i didn't have a fic pulled up#and i frantically clicked on a random one hoping it would work#it did#i love how all tumblr users collectively share one brain cell when#ao3 is down#and we all use it to flock to tumblr to waz poetic about our husband out at war#ao3#archive of our own
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17Oct24
What joy these five names used to carry: Louis, Liam, Zayn, Niall and Harry. Now we ache to the core â A strange new OT4 Signed, âLouis, Zayn, Niall and Harry.â
#rest in peace liam#liam payne#the boys' tribute posts yesterday were all so lovely#but they definitely made everything much more real#there's so much hurt#trying to manage our own sorrow and now feeling the weight of theirs#none of them owed a public statement#but the fact they all shared one was such a testament to who they all are and what that band meant#but the joint statement on the 1D account ...#oof#we'd grown so accustomed to seeing four names with zayn's missing#and now liam's is the one gone and the universe is out of alignment#ot5#ot4#1D#one direction#we love you liam
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CAILAN THEIRIN'S FUNERAL / dragon age: origins, return to ostagar
#daedit#daoedit#dragonageedit#gamingedit#dragon age#dao#da:o#alistair theirin#cailan theirin#edits#my warden couldn't care less about the king who left her alienage to rot in his own city lmaoo#but alistair did deserve a family who cared about him :(#and his empathy for the brother he never even really knew is actually so important to me#also considering what happens with goldanna later on#i love you pookie yes we can burn your stepbro together on a pyre#while we reminisce about our shared ptsd
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thought you'd enjoy this art by ozanpulat on insta.
OH I DO I DO VERY MUCH ENJOY THIS
#snap chats#THANK YOU FOR SHARING !!!!!#i saw this on twitter a few days ago actually but i love looking at it ......... op's mind in on a different plan than ours its so good#like fuck man he COULD be a vanguard if we give him a big Fuck Off chair thats so obvious and yet.#a literal tank even ....... omg ultimate tank duo with him and mags đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°đ„°#new way to approach your crush unlocked Hey Girl Do You Wanna Tank With Me .... Wanna Be The Charles To My Erik.. no greater honor than tha#or ultimate Fuck You idk no onen likes playing tank .......#ironically magneto does work exceptionally well when he has another tank with him its like Ideal Strat to have him with another tank#ofc he can work on his own and In General its good to have a second tank but his kit benefits a Significant amount from a second one#anyway im gonna throw up crying now knowing this'll never be real. this is such a good concept im obsessed with it ...#any idea of charles in rivals has me obsessed but i gen love this sm... we focused a lot on him as a strategist so this is an epic alt idea#and strategist aint BAD .. i just love the multiple options we've thought of here today ... very epic ..
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"honey?"
jisung's voice is quiet, but it gets your attention anyway. the two of you are out with your (shared) friends since felix wanted to go out. hyunjin's sketching the table before you guys, his cup of ice cream tucked close to him as he works. felix is already digging into his, happy to have a sweet escape from the summer heat, and seungmin's yet to get his own order and join you. when you turn your head, jisung's scooped up a spoon full of the chocolate ice cream he bought. you don't even think twice about opening your mouth as he serves you the first bite with this subtle smile.
"ugh," hyunjin wrinkles his nose despite the fact you swear he didn't even look up. he has this tiny smile though when you look at him, content with teasing the two of you. you don't think jisung even notices as he admires you. you see felix smiling a little at the two of you, though--some days he'll tease, but today he just lets it slide.
jisung sees your smile, though, and his gaze softens. "good?"
"mmhm," you say. "do you want a bite--"
seungmin groans as he makes his way over. "groooooss. can't you two stop for even a minute?"
the answer is a no in your mind. jisung's a little insistent of you always getting the first bite of his food unless he knows its something you hate. you like sharing with him, too: especially when it leads to his cheeks puffing out a little as he eats. he doesn't do it now while you give him a spoonful of your own ice cream (not with the small ice cream spoons--maybe if you were at home with bigger spoons) but it's still endearing when it happens.
but jisung waves a hand. "we will, we will..." but he smiles at you anyway, hand finding yours underneath the table anyway.
even if the two of you cut down on the couple-y stuff... he'll always be right there, holding your hand. that's just how the two of you are.
#nonranghaes.thoughts#nonranghaes.skz#stray kids x you#stray kids fluff#stray kids x reader#stray kids imagines#stray kids imagine#han jisung fluff#han jisung x reader#han fluff#han x reader#i think abt the little 'you eat you EAT' clip sometimes and i think abt him#men i would share a bite of cheesecake with even tho i love cheesecake and we'd have our own slices-#i would still give him the first bite if he wanted it :(
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been having fun doodling out others' designs on breaks between bigger works!
@daarcee @kuroeko @piotrek-chomik @paimy
#been postponing sharing because *vague gestures* but now there is enough for the post to feel generic enough#kyoten yuri had me on a chokehold for a little while a bit back..... love tenma's lil hairbuns#steppes au/fantasy fubuki is so fluffy and cute and I love the enviroments too!!#sorry for not getting on reblogging the post with lyn and others but she's cool and I would let her punch me on our birthday#I literally fell in love with droid tenma and his outfit. so bright. so happy. so much sunshine!! (and the faint scars? yes)#own art#inazuma eleven#inazuma eleven go
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Sleep Aid | Sebastian Sallow x OC #35
Summary: The classic I-had-a-nightmare-sleep-with-me trope except its Evangeline and Sebastian :)
Words: ~4,600
Tags: Sharing a Bed, Fluff, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Mutual Pining, Friends To Lovers, Slow Burn, Longing, Unspoken Feelings, Fluff Again, Romance, Trope-y, Idiots in Love, Soft Moments
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The quiet in the cottage was different now. It was the sort of stillness that made the rooms feel bigger, the silence heavier. Anne and Ominis had left for London just the day before, their trunks rattling behind them as they departed for the city to celebrate New Yearâs. Sebastian had stood beside Evie in the doorway of the cottage, watching them go, waving until they were out of sight.
It wasnât like he hadnât known theyâd be leaving. Heâd been prepared for it. Yet, it still stung.
His thoughts lingered on the few days theyâd all spent together over Christmas. He hadnât expected the warmth, the ease with which everything had fallen into place. Anne, laughing in his living room again. Ominis, looking so damn pleased with himself every time their hands brushed. Evangeline, sitting across from him during meals, her hazel eyes alight with mischief as she teased him mercilessly.
It had been perfect. And painfully fleeting.
Sebastian turned onto his side, pressing his fist against his forehead as his sister's words from that quiet moment by the fire came rushing back.
âSebastian.â Her voice had been soft, but there was a note of insistence in it that cut through the hum of conversation around them. Ominis and Evangeline were busy bickering good-naturedly over the arrangement of ornaments on the tree, their laughter filling the room.
He looked at her, his brow furrowing slightly. âWhat is it?â
She didnât answer immediately. Instead, she reached out, placing her hand over his where it rested on his knee. Her touch was gentle, but firm enough to draw his full attention.
âI have a question,â she said quietly, her brown eyes searching his face. âYou have to be honest with me.â
Sebastian shifted uncomfortably, sensing the weight of her words before she even spoke them. âAlright,â he said cautiously. âWhatâs on your mind?â
Anne glanced toward the tree, where Evangelineâs laughter rose above Ominisâs exasperated protests. A small smile tugged at her lips before she turned back to her brother, her expression turning serious.
âYou love her, donât you?â
Sebastian blinked, his mouth opening slightly in surprise. âWhat?â
âEvangeline,â Anne clarified, her gaze steady. âYou love her. I suppose itâs not really a question, I can see it all over your face."
Sebastian felt his stomach twist, heat rising to his cheeks as he glanced quickly toward the others, half-expecting them to have overheard. But they were too caught up in their decorating to notice the conversation happening by the fire. Evangeline was perched on a chair, carefully reaching for the higher branches of the tree, while Ominis stood below, offering directions.
âAnne, Iââ he started, his voice defensive, only to be cut off.
âYouâve been in love with her for ages, clearly,â Anne said, her tone matter-of-fact. Her lips curved into a knowing smile, though her eyes softened with something warmer, gentler. âItâs so obvious, it hurts. How she hasnât realized it yet is beyond me.â
Sebastian let out a soft, frustrated huff. "You come back for two days and you're already the expert on my love life?â
Anneâs lips quirked into a smirk, but her gaze remained steady. âOh, please. Weâre twins. And youâre not exactly subtle, you know. The way you look at her? Itâs like⊠watching some tragic romance novel play out.â
Sebastian groaned, leaning back against the armchair and glaring up at the ceiling as if it might offer some kind of escape. âYouâre exaggerating.â
âIâm not,â Anne said firmly. She leaned forward, her expression softening as she reached out to touch his arm. âSebastian, listen to me. Donât let fear keep you from something that could make you happy.â
Her words played over in his mind endlessly, circling like a bird trapped in a cage. Donât let fear keep you from something that could make you happy. Easier said than done. What if he told Evangeline and ruined everything? What if she didnât feel the same? Or what if she did, but it didnât last? He wasnât sure he could survive losing herânot after everything else.
Sebastian sighed heavily, the weight in his chest refusing to lift as he closed his eyes, willing sleep to come.
But it didnât.
Instead, the stillness was shattered by a sharp, muffled scream from down the hall.
Sebastian bolted upright, his heart leaping into his throat. Without thinking, he threw off the covers and leapt out of bed, his feet hitting the cold wooden floor with a dull thud. His mind raced with possibilities, each worse than the last, as he reached her door and pushed it open without hesitation.
The sight that greeted him made his heart clench.
Evangeline was sitting up in bed, her knees drawn to her chest and her hands gripping the tangled sheets tightly. Her hair was damp with sweat, sticking to her pale forehead, and her wide, tear-filled eyes darted to him the moment he entered.
âSebastian?â she croaked, her voice trembling and hoarse.
He was at her side in an instant, crouching by the bed so they were eye level. His hands hovered just above her arms, unsure if she wanted to be touched. âEvie, what happened?â he asked, his voice low but urgent. âAre you alright?â
She shook her head quickly, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. âIâm fine,â she stammered, though her trembling hands and tear-streaked face told a different story. âItâs nothing. Just... a nightmare.â
Sebastianâs jaw tightened, his chest tightening with a mix of worry and frustration. âThat didnât sound like nothing,â he said gently, his dark eyes searching hers.
Evangeline hesitated. âIt doesnât matter,â she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. âI forgot to⊠Iâll cast a silencing charm next time. Iâm sorry I woke you.â
Sebastianâs frown deepened. âA silencing charm?â he echoed, his voice tight. âAnd donâtâdon't apologize. Thatâs not what this is about.â
Evangelineâs eyes flickered back to him, her gaze clouded with guilt. âIâve been managing it,â she insisted weakly. âYou donât need to worryââ
âI do need to worry,â Sebastian cut in. âEvie, youâve been having these nightmares for how long? Months? And you didnât think to tell me or Ominis that they hadn't gotten better?!â
Her lips pressed into a thin line, her shoulders hunching as she looked away. âI didnât want to bother you,â she admitted, her voice barely audible.
Sebastian let out a quiet sigh. âEvie,â he murmured, his tone gentler now. âYouâre not a bother. You know that by now, donât you?â
She didnât answer right away, her fingers twisting the edge of the sheet in her lap. After a long moment, she said, âTheyâve been worse since⊠since the boggart.â
Sebastianâs heart sank. He'd known the memory of the boggart had shaken herâhow could it not? Seeing herself as a vessel of destruction, twisted by the power of the repository, had left an invisible mark on her. But he shouldâve realized that something like this wouldnât simply fade away.
âI should never have pushed for us to go in there." He muttered.
Evangelineâs head snapped up at that, her tear-filled eyes narrowing slightly. âDonât,â she said, her voice firmer than he expected, though it still trembled. âDonât blame yourself for that, Sebastian. I went in there with you. I chose to.â
Sebastian looked at her, his brow furrowed, the guilt in his eyes plain as day. âBut I should have listened,â he countered softly. âYou and Ominis both told me not to. I was too damn curious, and nowânow your nightmares are even worse.â
Evangeline shook her head, her grip on the sheets loosening slightly. âItâs not your fault,â she said quietly. "Seriously, I'm fine. You donât need to add my nightmares to the list of things you worry about.â
Sebastian let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âEvie, youâre on the top of that list whether you like it or not.â
Her lips parted slightly, surprise flickering across her face, but she didnât respond. The room fell into a heavy silence, broken only by the sound of their breathing and the faint crackle of the fire down the hall.
Sebastian leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he met her gaze. "Have you been trying anything to... make them go away?"
Evangeline hesitated, her fingers still twisting the edge of the sheet. âIâve tried a few things,â she admitted softly. âDreamless Sleep Potions worked for a while, but I didnât want to rely on them too much. And⊠sometimes I read before bed, or practice some of the mindfulness spells Professor Weasley suggested.â
Sebastian frowned, his expression softening as he listened. âAnd none of it helps?â
âNot really,â she murmured. âThe potions made me feel groggy the next day, and the spellsâŠâ She trailed off, shaking her head. âThey help a little, I suppose, but not enough. Itâs like my mind keeps finding its way back there, no matter what I do.â
Sebastianâs chest tightened. He hated thisâhated that sheâd been suffering in silence, trying to handle it on her own while he and Ominis had been completely oblivious.
âAnything else?â he asked after a beat, his voice gentle but laced with a desperation to help, to understand. He couldnât imagine how exhausted she must beâphysically, emotionallyâtrying to fight her own thoughts night after night.
"Ominis suggested changing my sleeping environment, but that hasnât helped, obviously," she said with a small shrug, her voice tinged with defeat.
Sebastian frowned, her words sparking something in his memory. "What about... having company? What if I stayed?â
Her brows knit in confusion, a flicker of surprise in her hazel eyes. âStayed?â
âYeah,â he said, nodding slowly. âHere. With you.â
Evangeline blinked, her mouth opening slightly as if to protest, but no words came out. Instead, her gaze searched his, hesitant and unsure.
âI mean it,â Sebastian added, his voice firmer now. âOminis suggested it ages agoâchanging the company you keep before bed. Maybe⊠maybe it'll help?"
âYou donât have to,â she said quickly, shaking her head. âYou need your sleep too, Sebastian.â
âIâm not going to get much sleep knowing youâre in here suffering alone,â he countered gently.
Evangelineâs lips parted, but she didnât respond immediately. Her fingers twisted in the sheets again, her hazel eyes darting to his as if searching for any hint of insincerity. When she found none, she let out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly.
âAlright,â she whispered. âBut only until I fall asleep.â
Sebastian gave her a small, reassuring smile. âSure.â
He stood, brushing off his hands nervously as he glanced around her room. The bed wasnât particularly large, but it would fit the two of them well enough if they kept to their own sides. He hesitated for a brief moment before moving toward the far side and sitting down, keeping a respectful distance between them.
Evangeline shifted slightly to give him more space, pulling the blanket back up to her chin. She looked smaller somehow, bundled in the covers, her hair still damp with sweat and her expression clouded with residual fear. Sebastian felt his chest tighten again at the sight.
âYou donât have to do this,â she murmured, her voice barely audible.
âEvie,â he said softly, his tone firm but kind. âStop trying to convince me. I want to help you.â
Her cheeks flushed faintly, but she nodded, turning her head away slightly. Meanwhile, Sebastian leaned his head against the headboard, his legs stretched out in front of him, and crossed his arms loosely over his chest. He didnât know if his presence would actually help her, but if it gave her even a shred of peace, it was worth it.
After a moment, quiet sigh escaped Evangelineâs lips, breaking the stillness. âSebastian?â
âYeah?â
There was a long pause, the kind that made his stomach twist with anticipation. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. âIâm... Iâm afraid to go back to sleep.â
Sebastianâs chest tightened as he turned his head slightly to look at her. âEvie,â he said gently, âIâm here. Nothingâs going to happen to you.â
âI know,â she murmured, her voice tinged with frustration. âItâs just... every time I close my eyes, itâs there again. The repository. Like itâs waiting for me.â
Sebastianâs jaw clenched, a surge of anger bubbling upânot at her, but at whatever remnants of that cursed place still haunted her. He hated that she had to carry this weight, that it followed her even in her dreams.
He exhaled slowly, forcing himself to keep his tone light. âYou know, when we were kids, Ominis told me once that the best way to banish bad dreams is to think about something ridiculous before bed. Something so absurd your brain canât help but latch onto it.â
Evangeline let out a soft, reluctant laugh. âLike what?â
âLike...â He tapped his chin, âLike Professor Sharp trying to bake a soufflĂ©. Heâs got the apron on, the whole deal. Or how about this: Professor Weasley choreographing a synchronized dance routine for the house elves. Complete with costumes.â
Evangeline snorted softly, and the sound sent a rush of warmth through Sebastianâs chest. âNow thatâs something Iâd pay to see.â
âSee? Ridiculous works.â He leaned his head back against the headboard again, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye. âThink about it enough, and maybe itâll sneak into your dreams instead of... other things.â
She didnât respond, but her shoulders seemed to relax slightly beneath the blanket. Sebastian thought that might be the end of it, that she might be reassured enough to let herself drift off, but then she turned toward him.
âYouâre being too stiff,â she said simply.
Sebastian blinked, caught off guard. âToo stiff?â
She nodded. âYouâre sitting there like youâre afraid the bedâs going to bite you. Relax.â
âIâm relaxed,â he said, though his posture completely gave him away.
Evangeline raised an eyebrow. âSebastian, youâre the least relaxed person Iâve ever seen right now. Just... lie down. Youâre making me nervous.â
This was dangerous. Sebastian knew that. Sharing a bed with Evangeline, lying next to her in the quiet intimacy of the night, was something he wanted more than anything. And that was precisely the problem. He wanted it too much. Wanted her too much. But the look she gave himâthe quiet insistence, the softness in her gazeâwas undeniable. So, Sebastian slid down from his sitting position, stretching out beside her.
âThere,â he said as folded his arms behind his head. âSatisfied?â
âNo,â she said, narrowing her eyes at him with the kind of exasperation that only Evangeline could muster in the dead of night. âYouâre going to get cold.â
Sebastian blinked, his pulse stuttering in his chest. âIâm fine,â he said quickly, his voice tight.
She sighed, lifting the edge of the blanket in silent invitation, and he hesitated, his body taut with indecision. The logical part of his brain screamed at him to stay where he was, to maintain the already precarious boundary between them. But then his gaze met hers and he knew he was done for.
He relented, sliding beneath the blanket beside her. The warmth enveloped him instantly, and he was acutely aware of how close they were now, the faint scent of his laundry and something distinctly Evangeline filling the small space between them.
âBetter?â he asked again, his voice coming out lower than he intended.
âMuch,â she said softly, her lips curving into a faint smile. She shifted slightly, her movements careful as if trying not to disturb him, and then settled back into her pillow. âSee? That wasnât so hard.â
Sebastian huffed a quiet laugh, though his heart was pounding in his chest. âYou really know how to boss me around, donât you?â
âItâs a skill,â she murmured, her tone laced with amusement. But as the quiet stretched between them, her voice softened. âThank you. For staying.â
âYou donât have to thank me,â he said quietly, turning his head to look at her. âIâll always be here for you, Evie."
âI know,â she said, sounding so resolute even though her voice was barely above a whisper. âThatâs why Iâm not afraid now.â
Sebastian swallowed hard, forcing himself to look away. âNow try to get some sleep,â he said, his voice quieter now, almost hoarse. âIâll be here.â
She nodded, keeping eyes on him, studying him. Then, to his surprise, she shifted closer. Her hand, small and hesitant, reached out from beneath the blanket to rest lightly on his forearm, the warmth of her touch sinking through his skin like a brand.
âGoodnight, Sebastian,â she murmured, giving his arm a gentle squeeze before withdrawing and tucking her hand back beneath the blanket. Her eyes fluttered closed, and the corners of her lips curved faintly into what could only be described as a contented smile.
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When Sebastian woke the next morning, it wasnât to the usual pale gray light filtering through the window or the soft crackle of the fire in the hearth. Instead, it was to an unfamiliar warmth pressed against him, the faint, steady rhythm of breaths that werenât his own.
He blinked groggily, the fog of sleep still clinging to his mind as he tried to piece together why he felt so utterly comfortable. Then the memories of the night before came rushing back: Evangelineâs scream, her trembling form in the bed, her whispered admission that the nightmares hadnât stopped.
His heart skipped as he realized what the warmth against him wasâwho it was.
Evangeline.
And for once, she wasnât awake before him.
He blinked slowly, the realization settling in as he tilted his head to glance at her.
At some point during the night, the careful space heâd tried to maintain between them had disappeared entirely. Her head was resting against his chest, her soft, steady breaths warming the fabric of his shirt. One of her hands was fisted loosely against his chest, her other arm draped across his stomach as if it belonged there. And his own armâMerlin, when had he done that?âwas wrapped securely around her shoulders, holding her to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
His gaze flicked to the faint light filtering through the window, then back to her, and another realization struck him: she must have slept through the night. He hadnât woken to her tossing or turning, no muffled cries or sudden gasps. Just peaceful, uninterrupted sleep.
Apparently, a change in company had worked after all.
Evangeline shifted slightly against him then, nuzzling her cheek against his chest in her sleep. Sebastian froze, his entire body going rigid. His heart was pounding so loudly he was certain it would wake her, but she remained blissfully unaware, her breathing deep and even.
He should move. He should. But he couldnât bring himself to. The thought of pulling away, of leaving the comfort of this moment, felt impossible. Instead, he let his head fall back against the pillow, his eyes drifting to the ceiling, willing his heart to slow down.
You love her. Donât let fear keep you from something that could make you happy.
He closed his eyes briefly, the words cutting through the haze of warmth and contentment. Of course he loved her. Heâd known that forever. But what, exactly, should he do about it?
Then Evangeline stirred, her fingers curling slightly against his chest, and every coherent thought evacuated his mind.
âSebastian...?"
His eyes snapped open, and he tilted his head to look at her. "Mhm?"
Evangeline's eyes fluttered open, her gaze bleary with sleep and still soft around the edges. For a moment, she didnât seem to realize where she wasâor more importantly, where he was.
âWhat time is it?â she murmured, her voice hoarse with sleep.
âToo early,â Sebastian said quietly, tilting his head toward the window. âYou should go back to sleep.â
Evangeline blinked at him, her gaze finally focusing as the haze of sleep began to lift. Then her eyes widened slightly, and she shifted, her cheeks flushing pink as she seemed to fully register their position.
âOh.â
The single syllable came out in a small, breathless sound, and Sebastian felt his pulse quicken. She didnât pull away, though; instead, she stared at him, her expression flickering between embarrassment and something he couldnât quite place.
âYou slept,â he said softly, his tone careful, almost cautious. âThrough the whole night.â
Evangeline blinked again, her hand still fisted loosely in his shirt. âI did?â she asked, as if she actually needed his confirmation and couldn't put it together herself.
Sebastian nodded, his chest tightening at the way her lips parted in surprise, her brow furrowing as though she were trying to make sense of it. âNo tossing or turning,â he added, his voice a little steadier now.
Evangelineâs brows knit together. âI donât even remember falling asleep,â she murmured, almost to herself.
Sebastian smirked slightly, though the warmth in his gaze softened the teasing edge. âThatâs usually how it works.â
Her lips twitched, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. But the moment was fleeting, and her expression shifted, her eyes growing serious as she looked up at him. âSebastian... thank you.â
âFor what?â he asked softly, his brow furrowing.
âFor staying,â she said simply, her voice quiet but resolute. âI havenât gotten so much sleep inâŠâ She furrowed her brow, her lips pressing together as if she were genuinely doing the math. Finally, she exhaled softly, shaking her head. âIn months, maybe."
âYouâre acting like Iâve made such a sacrifice,â Sebastian teased, his voice light, though it didnât quite mask the way his chest tightened at her admission. A lopsided grin tugging at his lips. âAll I did was sleep.â
Evangeline gave him a look, her brows lifting slightly as if to say donât downplay this.
In response, he let out a soft chuckle, shrugging one shoulder. âOkay well, I guess that makes me your new dreamless sleep potion, then. Much less groggy in the morning, too.â
Evangeline gave him a pointed look. âYeah, well. One problem with potions is I try not to be reliant on them.â
Sebastian tilted his head. âPotions? Or me?â
âBoth,â she said lightly, though the faint blush on her cheeks betrayed her. âI mean, what am I supposed to do? Just expect you to sleep with me every night?â
He shrugged, his grin easy despite the tightening in his chest. âWhy not? Seems like a foolproof solution to me.â
Evangeline rolled her eyes, though her smile lingered. âSebastian, weâre in two different houses. Even if you wanted toââ
âI do.â
She blinked, startled by the directness of his interruption. Her voice grew a little firmer as she pressed on. âWell you canât exactly waltz into the Gryffindor common room and get to my dorm, now can you?â
Sebastian waved her concerns away, his grin sharpening with a mischievous glint. âThatâs what the Undercroft is for.â
Evangelineâs lips parted in surprise before she let out a quiet laugh, shaking her head. âSebastian, the Undercroft doesnât have a bed.â
âNot yet,â he countered with a smirk, straightening as though the problem were already solved. âGive me an hour. Two, tops. Iâll have it sorted.â
She stared at him, her expression hovering between amusement and disbelief. âYouâre not serious.â
âOh, Iâm completely serious,â he said, though his tone didnât quite mask the faint tremor beneath his words. Logically, he knew this was a terrible idea. Sleeping next to her every night would be practically masochisticâprolonging the ache of wanting something he couldnât have. But logic held no weight against the thought of her waking up rested, the shadows under her eyes fading, the tension in her shoulders easing.
He couldnât stop himself. Not when it came to her.
Evangeline shook her head, letting out an exasperated laugh. âSebastian, you canât just transfigure a bed into the Undercroft.â
âWhy not?â he shot back, his smirk widening. âItâs our space. No rules against redecorating.â
âExcept the rules of common sense,â she said, crossing her arms with a raised brow.
Sebastian leaned closer, his grin softening into something warmer, more sincere. âEvie, if it helps you sleep, Iâll do whatever it takes. Bed in the Undercroft? Consider it done.â
Her smile faltered slightly at his words, her hazel eyes flickering with something he couldnât quite place. After a beat, she sighed, shaking her head again. "Merlin, help me. Fine. I can see this isn't an argument I'm going to win.â Her smile returned, a little softer this time, her eyes filled with warmth. âBut we only have a sample size of... one to prove you're an effective sleep aid. So... No promises youâll be able to get any sleep.â
Sebastianâs mind immediately went blank. No promises youâll be able to get any sleepâthe words hung in the air between them like a soft, suggestive challenge, even though she didn't mean it that way.
It made the room feel too warm, and his thoughts too scattered. He couldnât stop the image from flashing in his head: him, hovering over top of her in the dim light, leaning down just inches from her face, the soft weight of her breath mixing with his. He could imagine the proximity, imagine her completely bare and completely his as he pressed his lips to the sensitive skin of her neckâ
âSebastian?â
The sound of her voice snapped him out of the daydream, and he blinked rapidly. "Yeah?" he managed to croak, willing his body to stop reacting so intensely.
Evangeline was looking at him with an unreadable expression, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly. âYou alright?â
He cleared his throat, trying to steady himself. "Yeah, justâjust thinking," he said quickly. "You know, trying to decide what color sheets to get for ourâ the bed. In the Undercroft."
Evangeline raised an eyebrow, her expression slipping into one of bemusement. "Our bed? Iâm pretty sure you havenât even gotten past the 'preliminary planning' stage of that idea."
"Right, right," he muttered, trying to laugh it off. "One thing at a time. Iâll start with, you know, practicing the transfiguration first."
"Good idea," Evangeline said, her tone light. "Now," she rolled away from him, swinging her legs off the bed with a soft creak of the floorboards, "I think the first order of business is getting some tea in my system before I do anything else."
She stood, stretching her arms over her head, her shirt riding up just slightly to reveal a sliver of skin at the small of her back. Sebastian immediately looked away, though not fast enough to stop the heat that crept up his neck. Damn it.
"Tea sounds good," he agreed, though his voice was a little less steady than he'd intended, because she was doing it againâthe thing she always did, making him feel something even when she was doing something mundane.
When her heard her puttering about in the kitchen, he let out a long, exasperated sigh, collapsing back into the sheets that still smelled far too much like her. With a frustrated groan, he threw an arm over his face.
Sebastian Sallow was completely, utterly, and irrevocably doomed.
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'I flirted with the idea that instead of being trans that I was just a cross-dresser (a quirk, I thought, that could be quietly folded into an otherwise average life) and that my dysphoria was sexual in nature, and sexual only. And if my feelings were only sexual, then, I wondered, perhaps I wasnât actually trans.
I had read about a book called The Man Who Would Be Queen, by a Northwestern University professor who believed that transwomen who were attracted to women were really confused fetishists, they wanted to be women to satisfy an autogynephilia. And though I first read about this book in the context of its debunkment and disparagement, I thought about the electricity of slipping on those tights, zipping up those boots, and a stream of guilt followed. Maybe this professor was right, and maybe I was only a fetishist. Not trans, just a misguided boy.
About a year later, on the Internet, I come across a transwoman who added a unique message to the crowd refuting this professor. Oh, I wish I remember who this woman was, and I wish even more that I could do better than paraphrase her, but I remember her saying something like this: âWell, of course I feel sexy putting on womenâs clothing and having a womanâs body. If you feel comfortable in your body for the first time, wonât that probably mean itâll be the first time you feel comfortable, too, with delighting in your body as a sexual thing?â'
-Casey Plett, Consciousness
#this quote always moves me almost to tears when i remember it#i'm not a trans woman and i don't share the author's specific experiences with transition#but it really moves me that she frame transition as joyfully giving yourself permission to approach your body#not as something that has to be disciplined and deprived and made small in all these various ways#but as a means for experiencing pleasure and joy and delight and for insisting that our feelings and desires are worth#valuing and exploring and treasuring#i always used to think of prioritizing those things for myself as selfish and irresponsible#but who does it harm to want to experience pleasure in your own body?#it's such a beautifully simple and powerful switch to have flip in your head#and equally why are we forced to deny our own pleasure in transition and anything else related to our bodies in the name of moral rectitude#this is why i get so confused and pissed off when other trans people are fatphobic for example#like why are you so invested in politics of shame and disgust that never had any purpose other than#violently disciplining people as if they've violated moral codes by existing in a body#to say nothing of white people being racist in gay and trans communities#like again this system of violence is foundational to homophobia and transphobia#so why are you acting like it has nothing to do with you#even if you are unmoved by the urgency of other people's suffering which btw you should be moved by#what do you hope to gain by acting a collaborator and handmaiden to those systems#Casey Plett#she really is one of my favorite authors i wish more non-canadians read her#this quote is from a series of columns she did ont transition and every single one is a banger#i love when she talks about the people-pleasing elements of dysphoria and transition denial#she's so sharp about noting how many of us deny our own dysphoria on the grounds that others like and validate our bodies#that's how i always felt during my cis conventionally feminine era#it pleased other people so much and also that reception felt so hollow and joyless to me because i hated it#i get less of that positive feedback but that feels so unimportant next to the joy and pleasure i get to experience#said with the understanding that i'm very privileged in being able to prioritize those things without fear. but it was a switch flip#personal nonsense
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I know this is an unpopular opinion, but tbh I don't think satoru would want to have kids of his own. He's cool w/ just mentoring his students.
#good thing everyone can have their own hcs and imagine whatever they like :)#i do love seeing other ppls hcs !!! its interesting to see what other people think#i feel like all of mine go against all the most popular ones tho đ#like i also prefer to hc satoru as more of an annoying older brother figure to megumi than a father figure#idk#anyways we should all share our unpopular hcs bc it would be fun#and again i love seeing all the other things ppl imagine about their faves đ„č#fie.txt
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Them â€ïžđ in one of my fanfic WIPs đ„ș
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âBut now Iâm wondering how much you deserve it,â Merlin kids as he softly, affectionately threads Arthurâs bangs back from his forehead using his fingertips.
Arthur huffs, leaning into Merlinâs hand and then trapping it between his face and the bed. âNonsense,â he whispers as he presses his nose into Merlinâs palm, warming it lightly with his breath.
Merlin turns to absolute mush, his heart squeezing in his chest as Arthurâs touch leaves him misty eyed and full of love.
âRead to me, Merlin.â
âYes, sire,â he breathes, caressing Arthurâs face with his thumb and carefully skimming the next report in his other hand.
They fall into a rhythm. Merlin reads as Arthur cuddles closer to him. Soon every report has been looked over, either signed or set aside for further investigation. Arthurâs headache is gone but Merlin still gently rubs his head. Though maybe itâs just his excuse to play with Arthurâs beautiful golden hair.
âThank you,â Arthur whispers, so quietly the words almost donât exist.
And then Merlin has paragraphs of devotion on his tongue, endless words woven from love and complete adoration, but he saves them, tucks them back insideâŠHe knows they are too much for Arthur to hear right now.
So instead he bends, so slowly, so gently pressing a kiss to the temple of the one he worships, to Arthur, his sun, his world. And then he pulls away.
He pulls away from glassy eyes, from eyebrows knit in confusion, from a mouth hanging open in awe.
âGoodnight, Arthur,â He whispers. And as the moon rises in the sky, he rises from Arthurâs bed and extinguishes the candles in the room one by one until thereâs only one left.
âWait,â Arthur says and Merlin does; he always will for him.
#my writing#fanfic wip#merthur wip#arthur pendragon#merlin emrys#bbc merlin#merlin fic#merthur#merlin fanfic#merlin fandom#wip#merlin wip#merthur fanfic#wip fanfiction#merthur fanfiction#fanfic#merlin#ao3#I have the same username on ao3/archive of our own#I have so many WIPs but l decided to share this bit just cause#I âlove the wordplay here and like the Sun!Arthur Moon!Merlin references haha#*screaming*#why are they like so married here elfbeksjdbdjdjdbdjdj#anyway#they are everything#I love them so much#merlin bbc
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Title: The Palomino Room
Pairing: Ian/Anthony - ianthony
Rating: Semi spicy (but mostly not until the end)
Summary:
âI have an idea,â Anthony says.
âOh no.â
Anthony smiles and lets out a laugh, and Ian feels a grin stretch over his face. Thereâs something about being able to make Anthony laugh, maybe its because the sound of it feels like a childhood memory, gives him a rush of serotonin in his brain, or maybe itâs because he knows what itâs like to have missed the sound, but Ian cherishes making Anthony laugh more than he, or anyone else, really, would know.
âHear me out,â Anthony says.
Ian nods, setting his hands on his desk and giving Anthony his full attention.
âI was thinking what if you and I go on a trip together?â
Notes: This was written as a commission for the wonderful @shaynesunderstudy who wanted a Hallmark-esque fic where Ian and Anthony are snowed in and wind up sharing a bed! As always their support means the world to me!
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having the hc that minato is ace is incredibly funny sometimes when you think about how ryoji is oh so very bi because it's like. "ah. death stole my ability to be attracted to people," in the same way that ryoji stole minato's eye color and energy level. like wow, thanks ryoji, you just keep finding things to steal from minato!
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PSA
Ao3 currently has a bug! You are not actually blocked by cloudflare, don't panic, what's happening (as far as I can tell) is that any action that requires the same page to reload (like commenting, opening comments, or just plain reloading the page, you get my drift) causes the cloudflare message to pop up. if you click the go back button, it should show the page agian and be fine, if not, just opening a new tab and doing it that way should do it. unfortunately, the bug prevents you from reporting the bug through the technical issues form on the site as clicking the submit button refreshes the page (ironic, i know) so we just have to hope ao3 staff notices and it gets fixed soon enough. ao3 volunteers are godsent angels though so i have full faith this wont last long :))
happy fanfic reading guys!
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