#Or that he was trying to defend L*ke

[strawberrysapphocake]

Is now a good time to remind everyone about that bit of the house meeting after the L*ke fiasco where Hisam straight-up pretended he didn’t hear that shit and essentially threw Cory under the bus when we all know full well he was fucking Shook™ at the time, ‘cause… 👀

(I know it’s weird to be bringing this up again months after it happened, but given L*ke’s recent livestream it seems relevant to me).

[annes-andromeda]

Season 2 of HOTD is almost here and oml, every single goddamn thing I’ve seen regarding not just Team Green, but the plot in general, sounds awful.

We got:

Alicent still trying to make peace with Rha*nyra despite the latter not giving two flying fucks about her and Rha*nyra allowing B&C to happen and not punishing Da*mon. And don’t even get me started on the rumors of that supposed peace treaty in the finale🙄

Aemond calling his own mother a fool and addressing her by her FIRST NAME. It was literally established that these two have a strong bond but suddenly it’s thrown down the drain. Granted we green fans expected Aemond and Alicent to drift apart after L*ke’s death but not like this bro. Book!Aemond was cruel and awful, but he would never disrespect his mother like that. I honestly pray we get a scene of Criston defending her.

Everything about Helaena. Just. Everything. Her caught in the made-up King’s Landing riot with Alicent that didn’t happen in the book despite the fact that both her and her mother were stated as being beloved by the people. Supposedly rumors of Helaena having a nightmare about Da*mon having s*x with her (ugh just let it be Aegon pls I’m not a shipper but at least it would make sense). And apparently there may even be another riot during Jaehaerys’s funeral. Which again, DID NOT FUCKING HAPPEN.

Rha*nyra wielding a goddamn sword and still being portrayed as Mother Mary herself and being so dutiful and amazing and good🙄. Like, book!Rha*nyra was an awful person, but at least she was entertaining and had an actual personality.

Rumors of Rhaena apparently claiming a dragon that may be Sheepstealer, which means they might give Nettles’s storyline to Rhaena which I hate. Granted it’s just a rumor, but I would actually scream if they erased not just Nettles, but Morning as well.

I’m pretty sure there’s more but those are the main ones I can think of rn

Everything about the new season sounds so bad and I’m honestly thinking of not watching it at this point. Season 1 was bad enough with the villainizing of Team Green and the whitewashing of Team Black, but now they’re just going all out and continuing to climb the ladder of absurdity.

At this point I just feel bad for both Teams tbh. There’s no nuisance, no balanced focus on both sides, no effort to make both sides enjoyable. It’s very obvious that HBO has already chosen a side, and yet they’re still pushing the whole choosing teams agenda.

Only things that look promising are the upgraded wigs and costumes and Da*myra in their breakup era.

[luna-is-lost]

My AU (Underverse)

UnderWelcomed

The story occurs in a world where Asgore uses Frisk and the other souls to escape the underground, and the humans don’t like them at all. Part one of the story is below.

Asgore did it. He finally did it. Using the seven souls the underground had collected he broke the barrier. As the monsters emerged from the mountain they looked at the wide expance of the bright sunset. They were awe-struck. The monsters made their way down mountain and into a city. Inhabited by the same species that locked them in Mt. Ebbot. Then the shouts. The screams. “SANS! WHY ARE THE HUMANS MAKING THAT FACE AT US?“ Sans was busy looking at the weapons the humans in blue suits had. “i dunno, paps... but its lookin’ bone chilling tibia honest.“ Then they attacked. Monster civilians fled; like the Snowdin, Waterfall, Hotland, and New Home residents. The guards, healers, and the king stayed. Asgore tried to talk things out while defending his people and himself. “ Listen,” Asgore’s calm, but commanding voice rang out. “ Fighting will do us no good. Please, allow us to explain ourselv-“ He was struck in the leg with weapon that took 100 HP. With a sharp breath he finally allowed Undyne, Captain of the Royal Guard, to unleash attack. Only, if she promised to give the humans lenience. “Gahhhhh!” She yelled as she fought against the superior number. Successfully knocking a few out per Asgore’s request of MERCY. Though, as soon as she turned her back a tall man, part of the SWAT team came up behind her. Another officer was contacting government officials and agents to track down the fleeing monsters and take them for questioning if compliant. If not then the officer was to ‘take care of them’. The tall man closed in on her and fired his weapon.

BLOCKED

Undyne’s POV:

A shot rang through the air, the smell of dust followed suit. Turning my head quickly, I struggle to make out the white blur in front of me. A ringing sound fills my ears as I try to figure out who saved me. I blink hard till my vision returns. “P-Paps!” My voice tight. The rattling sound worried me. Papyrus doesn’t seem to notice me. Instead tears drip silently down his face. No words can describe this. This human… Hurt him… bad… Papyrus never cries. At least not the I’ve ever seen. I can feel the adrenaline, the rage. It engulfs my soul. I send spears -rows of them in every direction- and run over to Papyrus. “Papyrus!” He drops onto his knees, holding his shoulder, crying- no sobbing. Sans is there beside him…. Wait when did Sans get here? Never mind. “PAPYRUS! L-LOOK AT ME! C-COME ON!” I didn’t realize I was screaming. I glance to Sans. “Get Papyrus and yourself out of here.” I said sharply, surprising myself. He only nods, thought it’s stiff and pained, unlike his laid back, relaxed demeanor. In a burst of blue light, the skeleton brothers are gone to who knows where. I fight along side the king and realize, there’s a lot more dust than I thought… Lesser Dog and Doggo… are gone… Dogamy looks heartbroken. No sign of a civilian. A part of me hopes it’s all a nightmare, but the pain in my soul’s too real… I shed a tear before taking down a group of the humans… It feels like something is missing.

Part 2 tomorrow… :)

[dontbreakthechain]

Long ago, I made a promise to myself. I promised to be brave, to be true, and to never go full bookblr.

I plan on keeping that promise, but the fact of the matter is, I read a lot of books and I got a lot of opinions. And so, I thought I might start doing these posts where once a month, I do a roundup of all the books I finished and whatever opinions I have that I feel like sharing. Not a strict review, no grades or stars, but whatever I need to get out of my head and onto a page.

Before we start, there are two quick pieces of context and one general disclaimer. You know that bit at the start of every review youtube where they say that this is just their opinion, it's not that deep, if you disagree that's fine? Well, I'd just like to take a second and declare the exact opposite. Everything I write in these posts is divine truth passed on by God Herself, if you disagree you are objectively stupid and wrong. Unless you send me a lot of annoying messages, which will immediately convert me to your line of thinking.

(but for real, please don't take this too seriously. I won't be tagging these (whether I liked the book or not) but I refuse to ty*pe l!ke t*!$, which means it might show up under search. I sincerely apologize if I rain on anyone's parade, but if you're a dick to me I'll block you immediately)

Context one is that about ten months ago, I decided that this year was the year where I finally clean out my Want to Read list instead of getting distracted by new books. This means a couple things, but mostly that at least until next year, these might be kind of a random grab bag of books. Second, I feel the need to say that this was supposed to start last month. That's when I got the idea, but when I went to start the post, I realized that I hadn't prepared. Some of the books were books I had finished four weeks ago, and I didn't have any notes or fresh memories to work with. This month, I made sure to be ready.

It's unfortunate, because last month I had finished a lot of big, important, impressive books. But because I had to wait a month, instead of intellectual humblebragging, I get to start this little venture with the Fun Lighthearted book I picked up as a change of pace...

Red White & Royal Blue — I cannot fucking believe I'm starting with this one. No plot summary, you've picked up everything by osmosis and formed ironclad opinions about it. If I'm being honest, I liked but didn't love this one. It wasn't as fun as I thought it would be, and I did find it kind of preachy. It might just be because of the movie, where I got a lot of the best bits spoiled. As if the book fans weren't angry enough with me, I have to say that I do agree with a lot of the changes they made, the punching up of the script and the general streamlining of the plot and characters. But, to reiterate, there was a lot to love here, and I am planning on reading at least some of Casey McQuiston's other books. Just maybe not all of them immediately.

Also, I've never zoomed in on this cover before WOW look at those faces.

The Reformatory — Set in Florida in the year 1950, The Reformatory follows two Black siblings, Gloria and Robert (Robbie) Stephens. The two were already not having a great time before the plot kicked off, as their mother has died and their father was run out of town for trying to unionize other Black workers. The frying pan into the fire moment comes when Robbie is arrested on trumped up charges after kicking a White boy to defend Gloria, and is sent to a reform school called The Reformatory. From there the book splits into two paths. One follows Gloria and her attempts to free her brother by any means she can, legal and otherwise. The other follows Robbie in the reformatory, where he tries to survive with mind and body intact, a difficult proposition before it turns out that the school is haunted by angry ghosts. Ghosts Robbie can see and talk to better than anyone else, including the warden, who wants to use Robbie for his own gain.

This was a great book, and I loved it a lot. It started a little slow, especially Gloria's story, where we follow her exhaust every legal method possible. It's more than made up for by the fast paced, engrossing ending. But, this is a case where the slow beginning was necessary. It was necessary to what the story was doing that Gloria did everything she was 'supposed' to do and it didn't work, and it was necessary that we understand the living hell of the reformatory even before the story made a hard left turn into supernatural horror. Speaking of which. As you may have noticed this book is half magical realism ghost story, and half mundane legal drama. The supernatural elements have only very minor effects on Gloria's story, while characters in Robbie's half talk more or less openly about the ghosts and react to the revelation of their existence with mild surprise. It's something that shouldn't work but it does.

As you might be able to tell, this is a book that deals with some very heavy subject matter. That summary up there doesn't even touch most of it, there are graphic depictions of carceral racism and violence, including what kind of people find absolute power over children to be an enticing job benefit. The ghosts died gruesomely and are furious over their fate, but that doesn't mean they don't have their own dangers. Even outside of the prison, the casual violence that Gloria faces is a lot, to put it mildly. But, these topics were handled extremely well. The author clearly know what she's saying and why she's saying it. It's not grimdark for the sake of being grimdark, it's an intelligent book refusing to pull any punches.

As a side note, something I noticed and appreciated is that every adult who fails the siblings, in ways both big and small, has this attitude about them. It can be summed up as "I am a reasonable person. I am acting in a reasonable fashion. I did all I can do to help them." It's the attitude of those who make vague, ineffective attempts to help. It's the attitude of the system itself, personified by the judge who sentenced Robbie to "only" six months of prison. Sometimes it's even the attitude of the Warden, who is one of the scariest villains I've ever read. It's never true, but they believe it is down to their core. They aren't mustache twirlers who delight in their own evil and racism. They're much more real and much more terrifying than that.

The City of Brass — Called [location] of [metal] in my drafts because I remembered the formula but not the name. Nahri is a swindler in eighteenth century Cairo, who doesn't let her actual mysterious powers get in the way of a good con. One day, she accidentally summons a djinn for real, a mysterious warrior called Darayavahoush, or Dara. He reveals that Nahri is the last of the Nahids, the true rulers of the djinn. He takes her on a journey to magical city of brass, Daevabad, where spirits of all forms live together with maybe 10% harmony on a good day. Nahri's arrival makes the already tense situation in Daevabad even tenser, and all characters must try to navigate the difficult situation they've been placed in.

This is based on the official blurb and does a good job on the basic setup, but it leaves out the second narrator and The Best Character, Alizaydi (Ali). Ali is the younger prince of Daevabad, torn between his inner idealism and harsh political realities. He forms a friendship with Nahri that is genuine, but uneasy and troubled due to their circumstances.

This was a good book. Very deep and detailed world building, and I'm always a sucker for palace intrigue. I had some trouble keeping all of the factions and minor characters straight, but no problems with the main plot and cast. Something I really appreciated was that our two narrators felt very distinct from one another. Our narrators were great characters, both alone and together. As stated above, Ali is simply The Best, nothing more to be said. I like how he was a very serious and moral character, but was never boring or preachy. I liked how Nahri authentically felt like a scammer and hustler (with a hidden heart of gold) who was dropped into extraordinary circumstances, someone trying her best but not always succeeding. She earnestly wants to do good and to do well, but struggles with her new life and the expectations of others. Obviously, from the summary alone you can tell that Nahri is capital s Special in many ways, but all of that exists alongside all the ways in which she is a very grounded and very real character.

All that being said though, I do have a pretty major criticism. I gotta keep it real, I did not give a shit about Dara. He's not bad per se, I've read way worse, but I did find him to be a very generic and bland character. The mysterious brooding bad boy love interest, I've seen it so many times, and nothing about Dara distinguishes him from his archetype. It was eyerolling how much Nahri was straight up drooling over him from the word 'go', and their journey together is my least favorite part of the book by far.

Achilles Trap — This is a nonfiction book about the Iraq War. By definition, that makes it a book about many things. It's about Saddam Hussein and his reign in Iraq, from beginning to end, 1979 to 2003. It's about every American president during that time period, and their policies towards Iraq, both on paper and in practice. It's about the Iraqi people, and their attempts to survive in a hostile world. It's about the CIA, and what they knew and what they thought they knew. And, it's about the fucking WMDs. Why the U.S didn't find any, and why they thought they would.

The book that made me read Red White and etc to have a fun change of pace. This is a long and dense book, tracing a variety of people and issues over decades. It's written at a fairly high level, sometimes you can tell that historical events were skipped over under the belief that the readers already know all about it. It's over two decades complicated history crammed into one book, there's no way to make it not a lot. Nevertheless, this was a very readable book, laying out what happened and why in a understandable way. It isn't The Iraq War for Dummies, but it's something you can read without a ton of prior knowledge.

I do have a fairly minor criticism. Like many books like this, it includes both a birds eye view of the history and individual testimonies from those who lived through it. The individual stories could sometimes feel disjointed and not that relevant to the history. Not always, but sometimes.

The book is written in a very polished, academic tone, but every so often it breaks and the writer tells us how he really feels...

... and that's always great.

It's much harder to talk about nonfiction than fiction. I wish I had more to say, other than this book is good and important and you should read it.

Evil at the Essex House — Pippa Darling (yes, really) is a flapper's flapper in 1920's London. She lives next door to an even flappier flapper, Florence "Flossie" Schlomsky, an American fortune hunter. The story kicks off when Pippa brings Flossie a telegram announcing that her parents have crossed the ocean for a surprise visit. Flossie goes missing shortly thereafter, and a ransom note is delivered to her parent's hotel room. Despite her personal dislike of Flossie, Pippa takes it upon herself to investigate the crime with her roommate/gay bff/cousin Cristopher and his cousin Crispin, a viscount and a huge asshole (but I repeat myself).

This was a fun little mystery, one that keeps you guessing. I didn't figure it out until I was meant to have figured it out, despite the fact that the clues were all there. I mostly liked Pippa as a heroine. I liked that she didn't have a particular reason to investigate the mystery (isn't a professional detective, didn't like Flossie), but decided to get involved anyway simply because she's a curious person and it's the right thing to do. I liked her relationship with Christopher. I don't quite know how to phrase this, but I liked the conversations they had trying to figure everything out. They were believable as conversations between two people who were intelligent and paying attention, but not Sherlock Holmes-esque super sleuths.

I'm a big sucker for the jazz age as a setting, and while this wasn't the deepest dive into the era, everything felt reasonably authentic to the time. I do wish that the author went a little deeper into the history, especially seamier aspects. The racism, sexism, homophobia etc of the era, if they come up at all, are of no threat to our protagonists. A minor inconvenience occasionally, but nothing more. I didn't need this to be a grim exploration of historical misery, but leaving it out entirely felt a little cheap. There's a historical note at the end, where the author apologetically explains that she doesn't agree with but felt she had to depict the sad historical reality of ... smoking and drinking. I don't know what to make of that either.

This book, as it turns out, is the fifth book in a series. Nothing about the blurb or the way it was labeled in store made that clear. I started this book without having read the first four, under the impression that it was a standalone. It does explain away my most pressing criticism, that characters would talk about people and events that were never mentioned before like we already knew all about it. Aside from some minor confusion, this book was understandable without the previous books in the series. Which, having typed that out, is probably not a good thing.

My biggest complaint about this book is the romantic subplot. Pippa has Unresolved Belligerent Sexual Tension Will They Won't They with Crispin, and it's just obnoxious. There's two separate love triangles brewing. One with Crispin, Pippa, and a woman introduced in one of the previous books, and one with Crispin, Pippa, and a guy introduced in this book who is so bland and superfluous that I didn't even mention him in the summary. None of this is helped by the fact that Crispin is called Crispin what a stupid name I though Crispin and Pippa were cousins for about half the book. It was mentioned that Christopher and Pippa are cousins, it was mentioned that Cristopher and Crispin are cousins, and the obvious implication (Pippa and Crispin, who want to fuck each other, are cousins) was ignored. It's eventually explained in passing: Christopher and Pippa are cousins because their mothers are sisters, while Christopher and Crispin are cousins because their fathers are brothers. What does that make Pippa and Crispin? Probably nothing but it is a little weird.

I had way more to say about this one than I thought. I'd call it more fun than good, but I do plan on reading the rest of the series.

[jamilelucato]

Best Teacher, Part 2 || Fred Weasley

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Slytherin!reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Summary: y/N is a pureblood Slytherin best friends with Harry Potter, but not yet that close to the Weasleys until she’s invited to spend Christmas with them.

PART 1 || PART 3

A/N: This chapter is bigger than I expected, I don’t know why (?).

*gif below not mine

Playing quidditch with Fred, George, Ron, Ginny and Harry was one of the funniest things you had ever done.

Your teammate, George, was not very patient when it came to teaching you and helping you out with your mistakes, but Fred, on the other hand, was very considerate, explaining everything you could doubt. Although everyone, in general, put an extra effort on making you learn the game, at the end of the match you still had a lot of doubts.

"Ok, I guess quidditch can be fun," you said, returning Fred's old broom to him. He got it from your hand, touching you for a little longer than necessary, making your heart skip a beat.

"Can't believe you'd never tried it before" Ginny commented, smiling.

"I can. She couldn't get anything right" Ron disagreed to his sister, trying to diminish you. You couldn't understand why he wanted to be rude, but it didn't affect you as much as he probably expected. Quidditch was fun, but it would never be your goal to be the best at it.

"Not true, dear brother," said George, pulling his brother in a hug that looked more like a naked choke than anything else.

"y/N managed to be better than you if you ask my opinion" Fred observed, making you blush.

Ron rolled his eyes before getting out of his older brother "attack". "Your opinion doesn't count. You're completely biased."

You faced Ron, confused by what he had said. What did he want to mean with that?

Fred replied with "I beg your pardon?" at the same time George said: "Who would be by your side?".

You stared at the twins, running your eyes through them, undecided if you should or not suspect anything. Harry jogged to next to you, passing his arms around your neck, turning you to face the Weasleys' house at the same time Ginny tried to part her brothers.

Behind you, you could hear some weird noises, but every time you tried to face back, Harry pulled you tighter in his one-sided embrace.

"You were excellent at the field, y/N," he said, trying to smile.

"Thanks, Harry, but I was just lucky enough" you corrected him, getting shy.

"Nonsense" he stopped in front of the house door. "Don't let Ron's word hurt you. He isn't used to sharing his friends and family, that's all"

"I think he doesn't like me because I'm a Slytherin" you elaborated, escaping from Harry's embrace to walk inside.

"That can't be why. It'd be a ridiculous reason" Harry said, but you weren't able to define if he was defending his friend or just disagreeing with you.

Inside the Burrow, an amazing smell awaited. You couldn't put your finger in what kind of food it could be, but you bet it was gonna taste good.

"Come on in, kids. Lunch has been waiting for you" Molly Weasley's voice found its way to your ear.

You looked at Harry, only to smile with him. All that sport had made you both hungry. It didn't take more than a minute for the rest of the Weasley to find their way in, sitting at the same places they were in breakfast.

Fred smiled down at you since he was taller, which made you feel flustered, although you had no idea why. "Sorry about Ron," he said, truthfully.

"It's okay. He wouldn't be the first to hate me" you said, shrugging.

Fred faked being shocked. You wanted to laugh at his face, but then everybody on the table would look at you. " How can anyone hate you?"

"Right! I ask myself the same thing!" your reply almost made him laugh, but he held it in.

"Don't worry, we'll make him pay" he continued, breaking the funny facade, but keeping a smile on his lips. Fred looked mischievous and rather handsome with that expression, which made an electric current pass through your whole body. You had no idea what to expect from his promise.

"He is your brother" you pointed out, worried about what he and George could have planned.

"And he hurt you" added Fred, slightly raising an eyebrow just before his mom sat down and said we could serve yourselves. *** Wednesday arrived faster than you imagined it would. Fred and George had you up to a lot of tasks, but the funniest was, definitely, the pink hair dye in Ron's shampoo. He got super angry about it, mainly because the dye wouldn't come off. It was two days later — and a lot of washes, since his hair was always wet — but his hair was still pink.

The next one pranked was Mr Weasley, who had all his clothes turned into dresses, but he got so angry at the boys that they had to undo the spell right away.

The best part about partnering with the Twins was that nobody suspected you. Ginny would face you with half-closed eyes as if she thought you were part of all that, but she never confessed if she did suspect you.

The rest of the time, George and Fred tried to make sure you learned everything about quidditch, so you could try out for your team once you were back at Hogwarts.

"No way I'll try out for the Slytherin team. They are monsters!" you exclaimed, making the twins laugh.

It was a beautiful sunny morning, yet cold, but still rare at this time of the year, so it was a perfect day for a match of quidditch.

"That's only better! They can't hurt you, you are on their team!" Fred said, still laughing so hard you thought he'd be soon out of breath.

All that time spent with the twins, the midnight escapes, helped a lot with your friendship with them, but they were kind of dangerous when it came to your suppressed crush on Fred. Since he was always trying to make you giggle, you two were much more close. It made you glad the fact that he wanted to see you happy, but part of you was scared that it'd all be a far gone dream once you got back in your Slytherin uniform.

"Yeah, whatever, they'd never let me in. I don't think there's a position that I'm genuinely good at" you sighted, ducking your head. It wasn't a habit of yours to depreciate yourself — in fact, most of the time you even lied to make yourself look better — however, you couldn't lie about quidditch. You were just not that good, it was obvious, essentially if you compared you to that family of players.

"You think you are bad, but you're better than Ron and that's saying something," George said, gathering your broom. You couldn't help but smile at that compliment.

"You'd be an excellent keeper" Fred added, smirking, putting his left hand on your back cautiously. The gesture was so sweet that, because of the thick fabric of your black jumper, you almost couldn't feel his touch. You both walked side to side, leaving George behind to stow everything you used for the match.

"I'll consider" you gave in, breathing out heavily, causing him to smile.

"That's the spirit" he cheered.

His big brown eyes stared at yours like he was seeing you for the first time, and part of you believed it. After all, you two practically had never talked before, even more, you had never touched. That was all knew. 

Knowing he was holding you that delicately just to bring you closer to him, even if it was for a more brotherlike touch than a romantic one, made butterflies come to live, butterflies you never knew lived inside you.

What you didn't know was that he was feeling the same.

Fred Weasley thought you were a rather odd witch, much like a hurricane. You were a firestorm in his eyes, you could make someone cry your name for days, and that always made him feel a bit scared of you. 

Last year, he heard that one of his and his brother's pranks against the Slytherin common room affect y/N as well and he got terrified. He spent the day thinking about it, scared you'd prank him back. He couldn't sleep.

He had heard what you did to your fellow Slytherins when they set your notebook on fire and he only imagined you'd do worst with him and his twin since you were not even from the same houses. 

Except you never did. You never punished them for their prank, much to Fred's surprise. When Snape ordered one of them to sit with you in Potions' class, he immediately volunteered, hoping to find out why you didn't confront him about his misbehaviour. But, when he finally faced you, so close he could see everything maximized on your continuance, he lost his bravery. He was too fascinated to even say a word. 

Now that you were sleeping in his house, just a few steps away from him, he was losing his mind. No longer terrified, but excited. You were funny and had an incredible sense of humour and sensibility. He wanted to do everything with you around, he wanted to have your approval. When his jokes managed to make you laugh, he felt like it was Heaven on Earth.

He was scared, just as you, that by the end of the holiday, you'd ignore him, because he knew that, if you did, he would be forever miserable.

***

Percy Weasley arrived when it was almost dinner time, but he didn't seem exactly thrilled to be back home. Considering the face he made when he realised Harry Potter was in the room too, you'd say he wasn't thrilled with Harry either.

Molly was the one that made the introductions. "This is y/N y/L/N," she said, smiling tenderly. She pulled you closer to Percy, forcing you to give him your hand. He shook it firmly, looking straight deep into your eyes.

"y/L/N, I see" Percy mumbled, analysing you up and down. "I think I remember you from Hogwarts. Always angry at something."

"Hope you're the only one to remember me by that" you replied, letting his hand go, desperate to run from that conversation.

Percy wasn't all that older from you, only one more year if compared to the twins, but he sounded a lot older like he was trying to impose a sense of authority.

After settling down for dinner — you planned on sitting next to Fred again, but Percy took your seat, forcing you to sit next to him and Potter —, things got a little quieter but not that much as you'd wish for. Percy kept asking you random things that you only answered for pure politeness while Mrs Weasley tried to ask her son about his job and how he was handling everything.

By your seat, you could see the twins rolling their eyes every time Percy asked you some silliness about your school life and you had to restrain yourself from doing the same. Ginny, Harry and Ron wouldn't stop gossiping in a low tone, making you curious about what were they talking about.

The only good thing was the food, that was great.

After eating, everyone went to the living room, including you, but you waited for Percy to sit first, so you could sit as far away from him as you could without looking like you were running from him.

When you got in the living room, Potter, Percy and Ginny were sitting on the biggest of the couches, with Mr Weasley sitting in the only armchair available. The twins were sitting on the other couch left, smaller than the one where Harry was. George and Fred smiled at the sight of you, inviting you to sit in the middle of them, and even though the couch wouldn't be able to fit you comfortably (it limitedly fitted two), you thankfully accepted because you'd be away from Percy's weird questions.

George crawled aside, giving you a little space to sit, making you nervous since you'd have to be in constant touch with Fred. Although George couldn't take his eyes of off you and his twin, you and Fred were avoiding making eye contact at any cost, facing the fireplace like your lives depended on it.

"What's bloody wrong with you two?" George asked, suspicious. His right arm was up on the backrest, whereas Fred had his left arm up front, his hands falling in the middle of his legs.

Fred and you stared at George, trying to look as much surprised as you guys could. To be real, you had no idea why you guys started acting strange, it just happened. A corner of your mind had an answer for that, but you were avoiding it.

"What you mean?" you both retorted at the same time. Fred blushed when he noticed.

The younger twin puffed, not able to believe you were playing dumb. He crossed his legs, taking more space in the couch,leaving you to be more close to Fred, who was forced to raise his arm and place it up on the backrest, so he could provide you with more space. Thus, his hand almost ended at your shoulder, causing you to face him. 

Wrong idea.

His brown eyes glanced at yours like something just clicked, and you couldn't tell if it was you or him. He was wearing the red sweater with his initial and it seemed a bit too small for him. He was probably taller than when his mom made it.

You listened to George giggle yet you didn't look at him to confirm if he was all that happy with your disgrace. Thankfully, Fred changed the subject.

"So... Percy, huh?" he whispered, making sure his older brother couldn't hear. Percy was very much concentrated in a conversation with his father about the Ministery, so he didn't even look at your direction. Harry and Ginny on the other hand, who seemed uncomfortable being so close, faced you guys at the sound of Percy's name.

Ron Weasley didn't stare at all, concentrated on the letter he was holding.

"Do you fancy him?" George asked, laughing too loud. You blushed at the question, not because he was right, but because you're scared Percy would look at you.

"Oh Merlin, no" you answered, revelling a disgusted face too quickly. Fred and Ginny laughed right away, which made Percy give a slight look at you all, but he turned back at his father like you were stupid. He was probably used to his brothers' jokes. "I mean, nothing against him, he is your brother..."

"No hard feelings," Ginny said, sniffing at the end of the sentence.

"He is a pain in the ass" George added, giggling. For such a unified family, they were easy to talk trash about each other.

"I don't get it... why was he... you know... so focused on me?" you asked, pausing a lot since you had no idea how to turn your doubt into a sentence.

Fred smiled. "You are a y/L/N".

"What's that suppose to mean?" you replied, confused by what your last name had to do with all the attention.

"You're rich" George answered. You looked at him, finding a very relaxed expression in his face like it didn't bother him the amount of money you had. "And a pureblood" Ginny continued, shaking her head. "That's like — real high status".

Ginny might have a point. You never had given much thought about your social position in the Wizarding World. You were rich, but since your whole family was rich as well — and most of your friends when growing up — you didn't consider what being a poor witch would be like. Of course, five days in the Burrow you'd started getting more sense of the things. Most of the Weasleys wore handmade and hand-me-down clothes, besides having to live in such a small house.

Back at your place, it was just you, mom and dad, but the house was so big, you could invite all the Weasleys — including Bill and Charlie — to spend a week there and they all would have one room of their own.

Notwithstanding your parents weren't big fans of holidays, they always gave you gifts at every celebration, sometimes without being needed. Paying close attention to how your life was being handled, you had it pretty easy if compared to the Weasleys.

You noticed they were all staring at you, expecting an answer of yours. You had no idea what to say, so you just shrugged. "I had never realised it".

Fred stared at you like you were a puppy asking to be petted, immediately letting his arm — the one up at the backrest — fall to your shoulders, his hand touching you carefully.

Ron finally realised he was in the middle of a living room filled with people, lifting his eyes from the paper he held. "Hermione wants to hear about you" he spoke, facing you.

"Oh. I'll write to her. Does she ask for anything else?"

"To know everything that's happening" he responded, focused on you. "You're not gonna tell her about my hair, are you?"

"Oh, she definitely is" Fred replied for you.

"She definitely should," George remarked, laughing alongside his twin.

***

"Dear Hermione..." you started writing, but it didn't seem right. Both yours and Ginny's wands were light up by Lumos, because you both were still up, even if it was probably already passed midnight. Ginny's room was cosy enough for you to have changed clothes to your nightgown, but you were avoiding doing so, even though Ginny was already with a short and a really old sweater.

She was reading a book, but she didn't want to keep on reading. "I'm gonna sleep, y/N" she warned you.

"Oh, ok. Do you want me to Nox?" you asked, trying to sympathize with your newest friend.

"No need. The light won't bother me," she replied, getting under the covers. "Hardly something does".

You giggled at her phrase, remembering the nights you scaped with the twins and she didn't even move. "Good dreams" you wished her, but she was already sleeping.

You kept trying to write. "Dear Hermione, Days here in the Burrow have been entertaining. Nothing that you couldn't have seen in school, to be fair. Although, maybe Ron's hair going pink is something he'd have tried to hide in school. He'll probably find a way to wash it out by the end of the week. Let's hope not. Haven't quite talked to Harry, though, which makes me wonder I should, after all, it was his idea for me to come. Ginny became a friend, but it's actually with the twins that I have been spending my time. They're really fun to be around — who could have wondered? — and they are very caring towards me since they're trying to teach me quidditch. they say I'm a fast learner, I suppose they mean it. That's all I have for now, but hey, keep me updated about you. How are things in the muggle world? Best regards, y/N y/L/N"

It seemed incomplete like you had more to tell her, but you hade no idea what was missing. Hermione and you weren't exactly best friends, so telling your deepest concerns seemed too much for such superficial friendship. You hoped after that letter, you two would become closer.

Ginny's window was right next to her bed, and you didn't want to wake her just so you could send your owl out there. So you headed downstairs, where you could send your letter with no trouble to anyone. 

You tried to be as much quiet as you could, holding your wand and the letter closer to your chest, in case you could let them fall.

"y/N? What are you doing here?" a male voice asked in the gloom of the kitchen, making you jumpscare. You pointed your wand in the direction of the voice, hoping Lumos would be enough to show you to who the voice belonged.

The face showed one of the twins, and by the looks of the sweater, it was Fred. "Merlin, Fred, you scared me!" you exclaimed, trying to sound angry but still keep it in a lower tone.

"Sorry" he replied, ducking his head. In his hands, he held a cup, but you had no idea what could be inside.

"Hope you were not here planning something" you commented, getting closer to the window, asking for your owl who awaited for you outside.

"Nah. George is snoring and I couldn't sleep" he explained, making you giggle at the image of a snorting George that appeared in your mind.

Your owl left into the darkness outside, with your letter in its beak. You rapidly closed the window, because of the cold wind that was coming in, and stepped towards Fred, who was leaning on the sink counter.

"Hermione's letter?" he wondered out loud.

You were happy to reply, filling in the silence. "Yep. Faster she gets it, faster she stops looking for me".

He chuckled after your explanation. He then took a sip from his mug.

"What are you drinking?" you asked, still scared to let the silence dominate.

"Milk. Want some?" he offered, at the light of your wand.

"Is it in the fridge?" you were willing to take a little to drink before going back to bed.

"Uh, no" he answered, after a hesitation. "It ran out. But you can have mine".

You didn't know what to do. You wanted to drink milk, water wouldn't do the trick, still, you didn't want to take from his mug. Not because of disgust, but because he was drinking it himself.

"Come on, take it," he said, lending you the mug, smiling, inviting. "I don't want it anymore, it'd be a waste".

You sighed, accepting. When you reached for the drink, your hands touched for a split second but it was enough to wake your heart up.

He took his wand from the counter, enchanting Lumos, to get you more light. You took a sip from the mug, pleased to find the milk no longer too cold as it should have been when he got it out of the fridge.

"So... no pranks planned for tomorrow?" you asked, making conversation. He giggled, placing his wand back at the counter, while you leaned your back on the counter as well, staying right next to him.

"Not telling you that easy, y/N" he simply said.

"Won't you guys ask for my help anyways?" you pondered, finishing the drink on your hand, leaving it inside the sink.

"Yes, but until we ask, it's a surprise" he answered, smiling down at you. 

You placed your wand right next to his, which made the lights merge into a brighter one. His face shifted because of the new angle of the lights, giving him a more mysterious look.

"Is it gonna be the biggest one yet?" you asked.

Fred looked down at you, moving a slightly away from the counter, so he could face you better.

"It's on Percy's, so... Yeah, I planned something big for him" he smirked. The proximity made you wanna duck.

"You did all the planning?" 

"Don't look so startled. He did bug you all night" remarked Fred. You were surprised that he noticed how uncomfortable you were during dinner. It made you think how long had he been paying attention to you.

"He was just... curious" you hesitated, not because you needed to find your words, but because his closeness was making you nervous. A good nervous, but nervous nonetheless.

"I bet that git was curious!" he countered, louder than before.

Fred was agitated by the way his older brother treated you, but you didn't understand why would he. Maybe Percy could have been nicer, that's for sure, but if he wanted so badly to rise in the wizarding hierarchy, his reaction was not that much scandalous. 

You positioned your hands over Fred's shoulders, one at each, in an attempt to calm him down. The sudden touch scared both of you — Fred wasn't expecting it and you weren't believing you took the initiative.

"Look, Freddie, you don't have to worry about me" you started but he didn't let you finish.

"I don't but I do, don't I?" he prattled, not making much sense but showing his deepest feeling just by saying an unreasonable phrase.

His brown eyes sparked meeting yours, so close now you could smell his breath. And then, you gave in.

The kiss started as a soft encounter of lips, both scared of what you were doing. It wasn't your first kiss, but it was your first kiss with Fred and you were terrified you had just ruined everything. A corner of your mind blamed you for starting the kiss, but you weren't completely sure of who started it.

Once the kiss got passioned — Fred pulled your body closer to his, holding you by the waist —, all of your concerns got lost. You only thought about how to bring him closer, and how to deeper the kiss.

You didn't know an eager for kisses lived inside of you, but she was pretty alive, wanting to groan every time Fred tightened his embrace and his hand seems to wonder every part of your back. You're not complaining though since you're pretty much doing the same, although you're more focused on his hair, so soft to the touch. When you ran your finger through his scalp, making little circles, he moans lowly, you almost can't hear it.

You had never been kissed like that before, he's practically making you lose your mind.

It takes him a while to finally loosen his arms around you, slowly pulling his lips away. You have your foreheads pressed together, both so out of breath that can't say a thing.

That pause didn't do you any good, 'cause you started wondering "what now?" You put one of your hands away from him, trying to catch you wand from the counter. When your fingers feel it, you know it's time to disappear.

He hasn't said a word and neither have you. Although you wanted to repeat the kiss, you knew you shouldn't.

He's staring at you, his eyes sparkling like stars in the middle of the night, makes you question if it's him with the Lumos spell, not the wand.

"Good night, Freddie," you say, before running away from him, too scared to look back.

"Good night, y/N" you hear from behind, even though you turn back, you're too far to see him.

____

PART 3

[primasveraas-writing]

Finnpoe Modern AU- Single Dad!Poe- PART 1

Thank you @latintrxsh for the ideas on discord!! I fell in love with this AU immediately and it warmed my heart so much to write this.

Part One l Part Two l Part Three

XXX

Poe Dameron is well into his thirties, and Kes is tired of hearing his son complain about how he a) he’ll never find love, b) he is lonely and single and just wants a family, and c) will certainly die alone

It’s common knowledge that Poe has high standards, and as much as Kes (and Jessika and Snap and Karé and-) tease him for it, there comes a point where it’s just plain sad that Poe is so lonely

(Kes can’t help but think to himself sometimes that Poe has never had the family he’s needed. When Shara was alive, things were okay, but Poe hasn’t had a complete family since he was a small child)

So finally, Poe sighs, explaining why his last blind date just didn’t work out, but Snap and Karé are thinking of trying for a baby and Poe wants to be a dad already and-

Kes interrupts him, placing a hand on his son’s arm. “Why don’t you adopt?” he says, and several things click into place at once.

Poe looks at his dad as the words sink in, then he realizes Kes might be right. He doesn’t need a partner to have a child. After all, Poe was raised by a single dad for half of his adolescence

It’s Jessika who puts the final nail in the coffin. She has talked at length how she doesn’t want to settle down, a stark opposite of Poe, but she puts all teasing aside and tells Poe to do what will make him happy

He begins the adoption process the next day

It’s a long, complicated journey. He starts by looking for a child from Guatemala, where his mom was from, but restrictions prevent that from happening. He explores Honduras and El Salvador, and the paperwork and calls with the US Embassy and adoption center give him a headache

It takes over a year, but there’s a little boy who’s been in the foster care system since birth. He’s a toddler by the time Poe figures out the logistics and another year older before Poe can take him home

His name is Damián Gabriel. Poe’s heart grows with each passing second; he’s one moment closer to meeting his son. When he sees the first picture of the little boy, Poe sobs

He’s three weeks away from flying out to take Damián home when the adoption center calls him and tells him they have news

Damián isn’t responding to a lot of auditory signals, they tell Poe. He’s having some issues at the foster home he’s at right now, and some stimuli are overwhelming

They think he’s deaf. They don’t know how or why, they explain patiently, and Poe listens in silence

Anxiety overtakes him, but he doesn’t once doubt that he’ll be meeting his child in three weeks. When he hangs up, he makes panicked calls to a local pediatrician and a library and two bookstores for resources about American Sign Language and Honduran Sign Language and then the next few weeks fly by and Poe arrives in Honduras disheveled and tired and ready to officially become a father

Damián Gabriel Dameron is nearly four years old and he’s fussy. He cries on the entire flight back to New York, but Poe gets by with gentle gestures and nods. By the time they arrive at Poe’s apartment, Damián is fast asleep

Damián can’t hear him, Poe realizes quickly. While the child can speak to him in a few broken sentences, he doesn’t respond when Poe says something

So, Poe decides, they’ll learn ASL together

Poe takes a week off work to help Damián get adjusted. It takes about that long for Poe to start referring to his son as mi amor and bebé and mijo and at that point, Damián will offer Poe toothy smiles and even giggle whenever Poe does something particularly funny

(The first time this happens, Poe locks himself in the bathroom at the first available opportunity and cries)

Kes is the first one to meet Damián, who is wary and uncertain of the stranger. It’s a short visit and Poe tries his best to make sure Damián is content and underwhelmed for the rest of the day

Baby steps.

It gets easier after about three months. Not perfect, not steady, not normal, but easier.

They make progress. Hugs. Short sentences. Walks in the park. Meeting Jess and Snap, who both try and fail to mimic Poe’s adoring pronunciation of bebé. Between them stumbling into “Bee-Bee” and Damián’s difficulty in signing his name, the nickname “BB” sticks

(You couldn’t even say my nickname, BB will tease Jess when he’s older. Papa had to make it two letters so you could keep up)

His child finds the name funny, but it’s easier for him to manage and Poe’s begrudging acceptance only heightens his amusement, so Damián becomes BB

The first six months are the hardest. There’s so many learning curves and speech therapy and lessons and doctors appointments, but suddenly, BB is ready for his first day of school and he’s hugging Poe goodbye

Poe cries, again, although he doesn’t let BB see the tears in his eyes. There are rocky moments, but Poe meets with the special education preschool staff and they’re kind and BB likes his teachers. They work through it, sometimes slowly but definitely surely

Words like Papa and family and love have circulated for a while. Poe doesn’t wait to tell BB that he’s so so loved, and in time, BB is saying it back

Then it’s Papa and Grandpa Kes. Aunt Jess, Aunt Karé, and Uncle Snap. Home and safe and happy. 

Poe melts. He stops trying to defend himself against accusations of being “a total sap” but he does weakly protest claims what he’s a helicopter dad

He doesn’t mind, he decides later, when he tucks BB into bed. He wants to show BB his love in every way he can, and he’ll do just that

[sudoki-sara]

Decided on yes I will make more rwby Hamilton au. These Hamilton songs are Aaron burr sir and my shot

Citizens: 1776. Feldspar City.

Jaune: Pardon me. Are you Ruby Rose ma’am?

Ruby: That depends. Who’s asking?

Jaune: Oh, well, sure, ma’am. I’m Jaune Arc I’m at you service, ma’am. I have been looking for you.

Ruby: I’m getting nervous.

Jaune: Ma’am... I heard your name at Coquina. I was seeking an accelerated course of study when I got sort of out of sorts with a buddy of yours. I may have punch him. It’s a blur, ma’am. He handle the financials?

Ruby: You punched the bursar.

Jaune: Yes! I wanted to do what you did. Graduate in two, then join the revaluation. He looked at me like I was stupid. I’m not stupid so how’d you do it? How’d you graduate so fast?

Ruby: It was my mother’s dying wish before she passed.

Jaune: You’re an orphan. Of course I’m an orphan god, I wish there was a war! Then we could prove that we’re worth more than anyone bargained for...

Ruby: Can I buy you a drink?

Jaune: That would be nice.

Ruby: While we’re talking. Let me offer you some free advice talk less.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: Smile more.

Jaune: Ha.

Ruby: Don’t let them know what you’re against or what you’re for.

Jaune: You can’t be serious.

Ruby: You wanna get ahead?

Jaune: Yes.

Ruby: Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead.

Weiss: Yo yo yo yo yo! What time is it?

Weiss/Ren/Nora: Show time!

Ruby: Like I said.

Weiss: Show time show time! I’m Weiss Schnee in the place to be! Two pints of O’ Sam Adams but I’m working on three, uh! Those Redcoats don’t want it with me! Cuz I will pop chick-a pop these cops till I’m free!

Ren: Oui oui, mon ami, je mappelle Lie Ren! The Lancelot of the revolutionary set! I came from afar just to say bonsoir! Tell the king “Casse toi! Who’s the best cest moi!”

Nora: Brrrah brraaah! I am Nora Valkyrie up in it, lovin it, yes I heard your mother say “come again.”

Ren/Weiss: Ayyyy

Nora: Lock up ya daughters and horses. Of course it’s hard to have intercourses over four sets of corsets...

Ren: wow

Weiss: No more sex, pour me another brew, son! Let’s raise a couple more...

Weiss/Nora/Ren: To the revolution!

Weiss: Well if it ain’t the prodigy of Beacon Academy.

Nora: Ruby Rose!

Weiss: Give us a verse. Drop some knowledge!

Ruby: Good luck with that. You’re takin’ a stand you spit Imma sit we’ll see where we land.

Nora/Ren: Booo

Weiss: Ruby, the revolution is imminent. What do you stall for?

Jaune: If you stand for nothing, Ruby, what’ll you fall for?

Ren/Nora/Weiss: Ooh, who you? Who you? Who are you? Ooh, who is this kid? What’s he gonna do?

I was gonna end it here but then I remembered how “My Shot” continues this song so...

Jaune: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my crountry young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Jaune: Imma get a scholarship to Shade Academy I prob’ly shouldn’t brag, but dag, I amaze and astonish. The problem is I got a lot of brains but no polish. I gotta holler just to be heard. With every word, I drop knowledge.

Jaune: I’m a diamond in the rough, a shiny piece of coal. Tryin’ to reach my goal. My power of speech: unimpeachable. Only nineteen but my mind is older. These Feldspar city streets get colder, I shoulder.

Jaune: Ev’ry burden, ev’ry disadvantage. I have learned to manage, I don’t have a gun to brandish. I walk these streets famished.

Jaune: The plan is to fan this spark into a flame. But damn, it’s getting dark, so let me spell out the name I am the—

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss/ J-A-U-N-E-A-R-C��� We are—meant to be...

Jaune: A colony that runs independently. Meanwhile, Atlas Keeps shittin on us endlessly. Essentially, they tax us relentlessly. Then General James turns around, runs a spending spree. He ain’t ever gonna set his descendants free. So there will be a revolution in this century. Enter me!

Ren/Nora/Weiss: He says in parenthesis.

Jaune: Don’t be shocked when your Hist’ry book mentions me. I will lay down my life if it sets us free. Eventually you’ll see my ascendancy.

Jaune: And I am not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: My shot!

Jaune: I am not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: My shot!

Jaune: Hey yo, I’m just like my country. I’m young, scrappy, and hungry. And I’m not throwing away my shot!

Ren/Nora/Weiss: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot! It’s time to take a shot!

Ren: I dream of life without a monarchy. The unrest in Vale will lead to ‘onarchy? ‘Onarchy? How you say, how you say, ‘anarchy? When I fight I make the other side panicky. With my—

All four: SHOT!

Nora: Yo, I’m a tailors apprentice. And I got y’all knuckleheads in loco parentis. I’m joining the rebellion cuz I know it’s my chance. To socially advance, instead of sewin’ some pants! I’m gonna take a—

All four: SHOT!

Weiss: But we’ll never be truly free. Until those in bondage have the same rights as you and me. You and I. Do or die. Wait till I sally in on a stallion with the first black battalion. Have another—

All four: SHOT!

Ruby: Geniuses, lower your voices. You keep out of trouble and you double your choices. I’m with you, but the situation is fraught. You’ve got to be carefully taught: if you talk your gonna get shot!

Jaune: Ruby, check what we got. Mister Lie Ren, hard rock like Lancelot I think your pants look hot. Weiss I like you a lot let’s hatch a plot blacker than the kettle callin’ the pot.

Jaune: What are the odds the gods would put us all in one spot. Poppin’ a squat on conventional wisdom, like it or not. A bunch of revolutionary manumission abolitionists? Give me a position, show me where the ammunition is!

Jaune: Oh, am I talking’ too loud? Sometimes I get overexcited, shout off at the mouth. I never had a group of friends before. I Promise that I’ll make y’all proud.

Weiss: Let’s get this guy in front of a crowd!

All four: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

All four: I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo, I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Weiss: Everybody sing:Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Hey! Whoa! Wooh! Whoa! Aye let em hear ya! Let’s go!

Jaune/Ren/Nora: Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Yea!

Citizens: Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Woah! Yea!

Weiss: I said shout it to the rooftops! Said, to the rooftops! Come on! Come on let’s go!

Weiss: Rise up! When you’re living on your knees, you rise up! Tell your brother that he’s gotta rise up! Tell your sister that she’s gotta rise up!

Weiss/Citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa! Whoa!

Weiss/citizens: When are the colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa!

Weiss/citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up?

Citizens: Whoa!

Weiss/Citizens: When are these colonies gonna rise up? Rise up!

Jaune: I imagine death so much that it feels more like a memory. When’s it gonna get me? In my sleep? Seven feet ahead of me? If I see it comin’, do I run or do I let it be? Is it like a beat without a melody?

Jaune: See I never thought I’d live past twenty. Where I come from some get half as many. Ask anybody why we livin’ fast and we laugh, reach for a flask. We have to make this moment last, that’s plenty.

Jaune: Scratch that, this is not a moment, it’s the movement where all the hungriest brothers with something to prove went? Foes oppose us, we take an honest stand we roll like Moses, claimin’ our promised land.

Jaune: And? If we win our independence? Is that a guarantee of freedom for our descendants? Or will the blood we shed begin an endless cycle of vengeance and death with no defendant?

Jaune: I know the action in the street is excitin’ but Jesus, between all the bleedin’ and fightin’ I’ve been readin’ ‘n writin’ we need to handle our financial situation. Are we a nation of states? What’s the state of our nation?

Jaune: I’m past patiently waitin’. I’m passionately smashin’ every expectation every action’s an act of creation. I’m laughin’ in the face of casualties and sorrow. For the first time, I’m thinkin’ past tomorrow!

Jaune/Citizens: And I am not throwing away my shot! I am not throwing away my shot! Hey yo I’m just like my country I’m young, scrappy, and hungry and I’m not throwing away my shot!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot! We’re gonna rise up! Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Not throwing away my shot! Not throwing away my shot!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: We’re gonna

Citizens: We’re gonna rise up rise up

Jaune: Time to take a shot.

Citizens: Rise up Rise up!

Jaune/Ren/Nora/Weiss: Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Rise up!

JRNW: Time to take a shot!

Citizens: Rise up!

JNRW: Take a shot shot shot!

Citizens: Ri—ri—ri

JNRW: A-yo it’s time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin’ away my—

Citizens: Time to take a shot! Time to take a shot! And I am— Not throwin’ away my shot!

[peaceoutofthepieces]

Title: Lucky Me

Square Filled: Date

Pairing: Jens Stoffels/Lucas VDH

Trigger Warnings (if applicable): None

Created for @skamevents

I spent all day writing this. Got very distracted by Sander cutting his hair. Happy Pride Month ❤️

~^~

Lucas isn’t surprised when Jens tells him to come over. That isn’t an unusual occurrence. Now that his family knows about them, Lucas is there almost more frequently than he’s in his dad’s flat. So on the short trip to Jens’s house, Lucas isn’t thinking about anything out of the ordinary. 

Then Jens opens the door, and he looks nervous, and Lucas thinks maybe this isn’t the usual invite. 

“Hey,” Jens greets, leaning forward to kiss Lucas on the cheek with a twitchy smile. Lucas brushes a hand through his dark hair and draws him into a proper kiss, carding through the short strands at the back of his neck until he relaxes. 

Then he pulls away and returns, “Hey.”

Jens tugs him inside and shuts the door, taking Lucas’s coat once he’s shrugged it off his shoulders and hanging it up in the hallway. He takes Lucas’s hand and pulls him towards the sitting room. Lucas follows easily, though watches him with a curious gaze. It turns completely confused when Jens stops them at the door and turns around to place his hands on Lucas’s shoulder. Lucas raises a brow. “Are you okay? You’re kind of freaking me out.”

“Okay, so. Maybe this was a stupid idea, and we can totally just ignore it if you want. My parents aren’t home so I mean we can—if this just seems boring or pointless to you I’m sure we can find other ways to spend the time.”

“Jens, what are you talking about?” Lucas laughs slightly. “What are we doing?”

Jens bites his lip, then gives a broad roll of his shoulders and opens the door. 

The lights are off, and the room is instead lit by a string of multi-colored Christmas lights. They’re hung over what appears to be a carefully constructed blanket fort. The inside is lit up by the glow of Jens’s laptop and stuffed with a variety of pillows and cushions and more blankets, but that’s not what catches his eye. 

“Is that a Pride flag?”

Making up the back of the fort, hung on the wall and lit by the Christmas lights, is a rainbow Pride flag. Lucas looks at Jens, at the awkwardly nervous expression still on his face, and he begins to understand. He only needs to make sure. “What is this?”

“It’s a date.”

“A date?”

“Yup,” Jens pops the ‘p’, turning to look at Lucas fully with another smile. “To celebrate the start of Pride month.”

Lucas stares at him. 

Jens’s smile falters, and he lets out a sigh before taking Lucas’s hands. “Okay. I noticed you’ve been kind of...quiet the past few days, and especially today, and I couldn’t figure out why. Then I was talking to Robbe, after he posted this morning. And you always comment on Robbe’s posts, but this time you didn’t, but he told me you messaged him instead. He was talking about how weird it was, how he never expected himself to be making Pride posts with his boyfriend and planning to go to the parade and how he was a little freaked out by all of it. And I realised you probably are, too.”

He squeezes Lucas’s hands and Lucas looks down, taking in a shaky breath. He shouldn’t be surprised, he supposes. Jens has always been able to figure him out, to understand what was going on in his head even when Lucas couldn’t. He’s always been good at putting him at ease. “And you’re not.”

“It’s more that...I’ve never really thought about it. It’s never felt like a big deal. I like you and it doesn’t matter what that makes me. It doesn’t feel any different. Being bi, it was never some big hard realisation for me. I’ve never had to do anything about it. But I have been thinking about it. I know what it can mean. I know that things like Pride month, and everything, can feel great but I get that it can be scary. And I wanted to remind you that it doesn’t have to be.”

He lets go of Lucas’s hands to cup his face, taking a step closer and keeping their gazes locked. He strokes his thumb over Lucas’s cheek as he continues. “Being with me doesn’t change anything, and whatever time of year it is doesn’t change how you should be with me. There’s no...pressure. That’s not what it’s about. The people that matter to us are proud of us. We know we’re proud of us. You know that I love you, and I know that you love me. That’s all that matters.”

Lucas can only keep staring at him. Jens simply smiles back, and keeps stroking his face, and eventually tilts his forehead against Lucas’s, and Lucas leans up and kisses him. Jens responds immediately, wrapping his arms around Lucas’s shoulder as Lucas pulls him closer by the waist. He hadn’t really expected this from Jens. Jens is always a giver of silent support, but romantic gestures aren’t really either of their things. He’s heard Jens express his opinions before, knows that he can get passionate about the things he cares for, and is suddenly honored to realise he’s one of those things. 

Jens presses a kiss to his cheek, his jaw, and his temple before resting his lips there and adding, “The fact that you still need time doesn’t change because this month tells you you should be loud and proud. You are proud. And I know you’d defend Robbe or Sander or Milan or me or anyone else in a heartbeat. But you’re allowed to want to be private, and comfortable and safe.” He gestures at the fort.��

Finally, Lucas smiles at him. He draws him into a tight hug and presses a kiss to his jaw, then tucks his face into his shoulder. “That was very cheesy, and I can’t believe a blanket fort is what you came up with.”

“Hey, blanket forts are awesome.” Jens gives him a squeeze. “And harder to design than they look. I put a lot of work into this, y’know.”

“I know,” Lucas says quietly. “Thank you.”

It had been a decision Lucas made and Jens agreed with when they first got together. At the time, Lucas wasn’t even out to his friends. Since then, they’ve come a good way. Lucas had wanted to come out to Kes and Jayden and the rest of his friends back home first, feeling they deserved to know before his new group. Jens had waited, claiming that if he came out to his friends they’d figure out why immediately. They’d thought through each step before taking it together, and all of their friends and families know. Lucas had even managed to tell both of his parents without feeling like the words were being choked out of him. 

But Lucas still doesn’t feel like he’s out. 

He isn’t hiding. At school, if he meets up with the guys for lunch, he’s okay with sitting down right next to Jens and pressing a kiss to his cheek. At the skatepark, he’s okay with sitting in the circle of Jens’s arms at the top of a ramp. But they aren’t as free with their affection as Robbe and Sander are. Lucas isn’t as open and sure as Milan. He hasn’t made any kind of public declaration, whether that be in his life in Antwerp or Utrecht or online. 

It isn’t that he isn’t proud. It isn’t that he’s embarrassed. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to show Jens off. It comes from something deeper down, an innate anxiety of portraying this part of himself that people may disagree with, or disapprove of. A deep rooted fear of hurt and danger and hatred. Being with Jens almost strengthens the fear on the worst days—it isn’t only himself Lucas wants to protect, but someone he loves. He would never forgive himself for hurting someone he loves. And he loves Jens a lot. 

He also knows that that isn’t fair. Not to his friends or his family or his followers, or even to Jens, but to himself. He knows that, while he’s scared, it’s worth the risk. Jens, his feelings, and who he is—it’s worth the risk. 

He just needs a little bit longer to feel ready to take it. He just needs to take a little time. Until he gets himself into a better headspace. 

Of course, Jens does make it easier. Jens makes every aspect of Lucas’s life easier. His love makes it easier for Lucas to love himself, in a way he’d never let himself think about. 

Jens kisses the crown of his head and hugs him for a few moments longer. “So, you wanna see how comfy this thing is?”

“I’m pretty comfy right here,” Lucas hums. 

Jens huffs and steps away from Lucas, giving his hand a tug. He ducks carefully under the blankets, crawling in on his hands and knees. He settles himself carefully amongst a mass of cushions with a pillow tucked behind his back. While in the process of pulling a blanket over his lap, he realises Lucas hasn’t moved. He raises a brow in question. “Are you joining me?”

Lucas smiles and climbs in beside him. He settles in against Jens and lets him throw the blanket over their laps. Jens draws him in closer with an arm around his shoulders and Lucas lets himself relax into him. 

“It is really comfortable,” he admits. 

Jens lifts his laptop into his lap and says, “Told you. So, what do you wanna watch? Netflix doesn’t really have the best Pride date selection but I don’t have anything else, so…”

Lucas hums and considers it. “Something that we haven’t seen before? Something funny, if that exists. Or at least not that sad.”

“So, not Call Me By Your Name again. Okay.” Jens scrolls through the movies and eventually snorts. “King Cobra?”

“If I’d known you were trying to set that kind of mood I would’ve told you to just skip the movie part.”

Jens laughs. “What about...Alex Strangelove? That looks not-so-painful.”

“Sure.” Lucas doesn’t really care what they watch. He always pays more attention to Jens anyway. 

Here, like this, with Jens next to him and his warmth wrapped around him, he feels at ease. This is his comfort, his warmth, his safety. He takes pride in it, sure, but more than anything, he finds joy. The anxiety that had been building all day and over the past week has finally given way to a sense of peace. 

After a little while, he gives up. He twists himself around to face Jens and turns his face towards him, leaning up to give him a soft kiss. “You know, I am very proud to be with you.”

Jens hums and smiles at him. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I’m very proud of myself. I know what a lucky catch I’ve made.”

Jens snorts. “That’s good, you should be very aware of that.” He kisses Lucas’s nose. 

Lucas raises a brow. “You’re not going to say you know how lucky you are to have me?”

Jens hums and turns away, pretending to think hard about it, before he turns back to Lucas with a shrug. “Nope.”

“Nope? Are you serious?”

“Yep.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“You’re adorable,” Jens returns, pressing their foreheads together. “And I’m the luckiest man in the world.”

Lucas hates that he blushes but enjoys the warmth as it seeps through his chest, spreading comfortably down into his stomach and leaving him molten. “That’s better,” he whispers. Jens hums again and then they’re kissing, film still blaring quietly in the background, Jens’s laptop resting safely on a distant cushion. “Where’s your bi flag?”

“Don’t have one,” Jens shrugs, mumbling the words against Lucas’s lips. “Stole this from Milan.”

“I can see you really put in a lot of work.”

“I can see you’re very grateful.”

“I’m trying to show you how grateful I am but you keep talking.”

Jens laughs and falls back against his pillow, grinning wide as he looks up at Lucas. Lucas props himself up on an elbow to keep looking down at him, hovering his torso over Jens’s and leaning down to kiss him again. 

“Hey,” Jens protests. “I had this all planned out and you’re not even watching the movie.”

“Maybe we should’ve watched King Cobra after all.”

Jens laughs again and pushes his face away, so Lucas gives in and lies down beside him. He flings an arm over Jens’s chest and cuddles close to his side, pressing his smile to his shoulder in the form of a light kiss. Jens slips an arm under his shoulders and traces patterns on his back, content smile on his face as he determinedly focuses his gaze on the film. 

“Jens.”

“Shhh.”

“Come on,” Lucas pokes him. “Jens.”

“God, okay,” Jens jokingly rolls his eyes before looking over at him. “My plans aren’t good enough for you, I get it. What?”

“Can we take a photo?”

Jens blinks. He tilts his head back as his brow furrows. “Why?”

“Just,” Lucas shrugs, struggling to find the words. “I thought it’d be nice. With the flag.” 

Jens’s lips form a small ‘o’. 

“Nevermind,” Lucas says quickly, lying back down on his boyfriend’s shoulder. “It was stupid.”

“Luc. Hey, Lucas.” Jens places his finger under Lucas’s chin and tilts his head up again, trying to meet his eyes. “Look at me. I didn’t say it was stupid.”

Lucas bites his lip. “I don’t—it’s not like I—“ he cuts himself off, sighing. “I just wanted it for myself, I guess.”

“Okay,” Jens says easily, already sitting up and pulling Lucas with him. “You have your phone on you?”

Lucas slips his phone out of his pocket as Jens wraps an arm around his shoulders once more. He tilts his head against Lucas’s as Lucas opens his camera. They’re far enough away from the wall that the flag is completely visible behind them. Lucas’s hand is steady as he snaps the picture, bringing it close then to examine it. It’s innocent enough, no different to photos he’s taken and posted with Kes before, if not for the flag behind them and the somewhat tender smiles on their faces. Something about the atmosphere or the vibe of it makes its intentions clear. 

When Jens turns his head to press a kiss to Lucas’s cheek, Lucas takes the hint and snaps another photo, feeling his smile grow wider as the warmth in his chest expands. 

It takes almost two months for those photos to be seen by anyone but them, when Jens posts the relatively innocent one and allows Lucas to post the other and makes his point extremely clear. 

He captions it ‘Always proud to be with you’.  

Jens is the first to like and comment, with a simple ‘lucky me <3’. 

[jimlingss]

The Colour of Our Voices [7]

Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8

➜ Words: 3.8k

➜ Genres: 98% Fluff, 2% Angst, Slice of Life, Broadway!AU

➜ Summary: He wasn’t supposed to hear. He wasn't supposed to know. But the instant Jimin came into your life and pulled the curtains back, you couldn't hide backstage anymore. You were no longer merely a phantom of the opera.

cr.

The notes come deep from your stomach, drawing out between your lips. Tonight, tears prick at the corner of your eyes as you sing.    “Masquerade, paper faces on parade. Masquerade, hide your face, so the world will never find you….”   You don’t know why you feel so emotional. Why the Phantom’s heartbreak and misery feels like your own. But you put your heart and soul into each lyric, and the director isn’t furious at the different take of the song, of how your voice even warbles past the thick lump forming in your throat. After all, the performance tonight is one of the most important ones that’s happening in a long time.   “Did the critic say anything yet?!”   “I don’t know, but she’s talking with the director right now.”   “Oh my god. This could change everything,” she squeals, the two of them equally excited and peeking out of the curtains. Everyone is gathered together, supporting roles and backstage members watching the audience slowly trickling out. “Do you know what this means?!”   “Of course, I know what it means,” she snaps.    “Well, I’m just saying.” The other girl pouts. “If the critic gives a good review, we could be back in business. More people coming, more money, better production, more pay! This place will become less like a dump. I won’t have to be embarrassed when I say I’m part of the female ensemble for Phantom anymore.”   “Let’s just hope the director won’t screw it up.”   “He won’t….right?”   “Shut up, they’re coming!” Everyone quickly resumes their previous activities to appear nonchalant.    “—And this is just our backstage crew. It’s a very modest set, but we do our best and everyone is very hardworking. Every person here does their part—” Director Kang is with a black bob-haircut lady who’s four foot eleven with kitten heels. She reminds you of your fourth grade science teacher who would make the rowdy kids cry.   Her cat-like eyes are narrowed in, and she grips her bag strap slung over one shoulder as she views the place with an impassive expression. The director drones on and on and the critic sighs before someone catches her attention.   She approaches the godly man. “You must be Kim Seokjin.”   “Yes, I am. It’s nice to meet you…”   “Min Yoonji.” She shakes his hand, and you muse that she must be one of the rare people in the world that doesn’t seem affected by Jin’s handsomeness. Almost everyone is starstruck by him. “I must say, your performance is very spectacular. Especially your singing. The tone quality of your vocals is very outstanding for Broadway theater.”   All at once, your breath hitches. Your heart stutters. Tears form in your eyes again.   You’re standing in the shadow of the curtains, in the corner where others are walking past, but to hear praise from someone who makes a living scrutinizing...it’s a beacon of hope.   “Of course! You shouldn’t expect any less of me.” Seokjin laughs and almost brushes off the compliment in spite of how touched and grateful you feel.   Yoonji isn’t amused and deadpans, “Frankly, I didn’t expect anything.”   “Seokjin’s the star of our show!” The director puts his hand on the younger man’s shoulder, trying to uplift the mood. The critic was awfully difficult to read. “Without him, we wouldn’t be able to go on! Speaking of which, you should meet our other star. Where’s Taeyeo—”   “Can I look around for a second? You’re really invading my personal space here,” the woman states bluntly and the men are alarmed at once, stepping back.   “O-Of course. My apologies. How about I get you some water?”   “Sure.”   The director struts off with Seokjin — the both of them furiously murmuring to each other in panic and before he can bark at you to go get the best glass of chilled water, the girl gossiping from earlier shuffles to them. She’s more than enthusiastic about running this sort of errand — perhaps hoping that she’ll be noticed by the critic or something of the sort.   You commemorate her for taking every opportunity.    “Hey, you.”   Your thoughts are shattered at once and you tear your eyes away from them to the short female in front of you. Your pupils widen. “Can you scratch my back for me?”   “Pardon?”   “Here.” She turns slightly, never repeating herself twice. Your hand automatically lifts out to scratch and her neck lolls. “Higher. Lower. Right there. God. Feels good.” Once satisfied, the posh woman steps away. “It’s been driving me crazy for the past hour and I haven’t been able to reach it.”   “Uh...you’re welcome…”   “Min Yoonji,” she says lifelessly. “But you probably already know that. Seems like everyone’s excited to meet me here. Don’t even get this treatment when I go home.”   Yoonji sighs and steps away, but you stop her. “I’m Y/N.” The female turns around. “L/N Y/N.”   She nods and stares at you blankly as if wondering why she should care what your name is. But since you scratched her back, she entertains you. “What do you do here, Y/N?”   “Sweeping, mainly.”   “Sweeping?” The corner of her red-stained mouth curls and she scans the premise. “What’s there to sweep?”   “Beats me,” you laugh.   A small, modest smile comes across her features. It’s the most genuine conversation she’s had here so far. “So all you do is sweep?”   “Well, I’m actually the voice of Pha—”   “Y/N!”   You’re interrupted by an abrupt yell from the director, the sound bellowing deep from his stomach. He approaches with a stiff grin that nearly breaks his face, Taeyeon in tow. “What are you doing here? Slacking, are we?” He comes next to you and practically bumps you aside. “This is our shy intern. She’s part of the backstage crew. Get on now!”   He shoos you away like you’re a stray dog, and you open your mouth. But the director moves on to introduce the female star of the show and Yoonji shifts her attention away from you without qualms. “This is Taeyeon. She plays Christine.”   “Yes.” The lights behind her eyes dim like earlier. “I saw. I was in the audience.”   They shake hands, continuing to speak. You’re forgotten in the dark as they move away from you, walking towards the dressing room.   One of the girls walking past shoots you a dirty look and scoffs, “Did you really think you could tell her that you’re a ghost singer? You really want to sabotage us?”   That wasn’t your intention.    But it wouldn’t be a lie if you told her that you stand in place of Seokjin, that you deserved that praise she handed to him.   It’s not a lie.   Once the meeting is over and everyone escorts the critic out, the director passes by and discreetly mutters into your ear, “In my office.”   You drag your feet there, feeling the crew members stares, the looks from those with supporting roles. This time, no one smirks, murmurs, or makes snide comments. It’s serious enough that they don’t dare to do anything unnecessary for fear of being reprimanded by the director too.   Getting called into his office is never a good thing.   You walk in and two minutes later, he enters, sees you and sighs. The man rounds to his messy desk and sits himself down.   “I’m very disappointed in you, Y/N,” he starts off.    “I’m sorry.”   He hums, hands clasping together. “When you went behind my back to audition, I didn’t say anything. I get it. You want to try out, I won’t stop you. But to think you have the audacity to betray me right in front of my face is a kind of disrespect I won’t allow.”   “That—! That wasn’t what I was trying to do,” you weakly defend, hands crumpling into a tight fist. He obviously doesn’t believe you.    “Then what was your intention?” He shakes his head. It’s a question you can’t answer. It was reckless for you to let it slip, especially to someone who’s a critic. It’s supposed to be a secret, one you’ll have to die with. “I understand you’re not a loyal employee, but it hurts me. What have I ever done for you to go behind my back and be this sneaky?”   Another rhetorical question.   With a downcast head, you stare at the way your worn shoes are pulling apart at the seams. You swallow hard, past the thick lump in your throat. Your eyes begin to sting. You’re humiliated.    “I gave you this job because you were pitiful. You think we need an intern around here?” His mocking laugh rings. “No! But I, out of the goodness of my own heart, decided to help you! I even let you sing when you begged for it! Have I not bent over backwards for you?!”   You shut your eyes for a second. “Y-You did, sir.”   “How many years have you been stuck in New York?” It’s a sudden question, one where he expects an answer for.   Your teeth grit and you murmur, “One year, sir.”   “How many casting calls have you been to, Y/N?” At your silence, he asks you again. “Be honest with me. How many since you got here?”   “T-Ten.”   “How many roles have you gotten?”   “None,” you whisper quietly and your jaw clenches.   He asks again just so you can hear yourself, for you to repeat it. “None?”   “None.”   “None!” he exclaims loudly, enough for you to wince, and he sighs. “See?”   The man feigns sympathy. “There’s a point where it becomes more than just singing. It’s about if you have something special. You just don’t have it, Y/N. Yes, you can hold a steady note, but you can’t be on stage. No one would ever want to watch you!”   It’s grating to your ears. A muscle in your cheek twitches. You can’t hold it in — you start sniffling.   And the director sighs once more, spinning around slowly in his swivel chair while you’re still standing there, hugging your own frame. “Don’t make me into the bad guy, Y/N. I don’t want to be so blunt, but you give me no choice. Facts are facts. Why do you have to be tricky with me and ruin this production? Are you that upset with me? Angry with me?”   “N-No.”   “Then why can’t you just be happy with what you have? Is this job not more than enough for you? Why must you keep trying?”   You rub your eyes. He continues tantalizing you for another minute and then looks at your patheticness and dismisses you out of guilt. He tells you to think about what he said.   You leave sobbing. Not out of anguish from him belittling you but out of rage.    Not even your own mother talks down to you like that.   This job a privilege?! You can’t believe you hypnotized yourself into believing that. This job is the worst thing that’s ever happened to you. It’s sabotaged you. People like him are the reasons you’re afraid of going on stage.   Once you exit the studio in tears, you find the black bob-haircut woman texting on her phone across the street, standing on the sidewalk. You look both ways and cross the road with stern determination.   Spite — contempt — resentment makes you into an ugly monster without remorse or consideration of future consequences. You inhale a staggering breath. And the truth is spat out.   “I’m the ghost singer for Phantom.”    Your voice breaks. You exhale. “I’m the one who you heard.”   Min Yoonji is alert. Her eyes are wide, looking back into yours.   You brush past her after a second, walking away and down the street.   //   You don’t know where you’re going. Your feet merely stumble forward, down busy Times Square till it becomes quieter and the streets are only known by locals. Your strides slow at a cozy coffee shop in search of a place that’s warmer, but as you look through the front windows, you find a blonde standing in line.   Your brows furrow and you sniffle one last time before opening the door.    “Taehyung?”   The tall, lean man turns around and a boxy smile spreads into his face. “Y/N?”   He must notice your glossy eyes and how you’re sniveling not just from the cold weather because he buys you a hot chocolate and asks if you’re alright. You nod, not wanting to talk about your issues, and he understands enough to switch the conversation to himself.   Taehyung’s presence makes you warmer.    “I just didn’t understand. He said yes and agreed he would go to the animal shelter and walk the dogs every week, but then changed his mind and then threw the job to me.” He sighs with a smile, tugging on the sleeve of his blue dress shirt. “I don’t mind, I actually love dogs, but that’s not the point. I swear my director’s so nice he can’t say no to anything. And then I’m the one who suffers when he decides he doesn’t want to do it.”   “Is that how you wound up doing improv?”   “Yes.” He grins and sips his drink.   You hum, fingertips warm against the paper cup. “So you have to walk dogs every week at the animal shelter?”   “Yes, and I’m also volunteering at the homeless shelter every other day during lunch. I don’t mind, but again, it was because the director couldn’t say no to other people. God,” Taehyung laughs, “He’s such a pushover. But I’m the real pushover for saying yes to him too.”   “Your director sounds like a really nice person.” You smile to yourself, wishing you had met someone like that.   “Nice or stupidly kind, I don’t know.” He shrugs. “But he’s an alright guy. Though half the time I feel like I’m just a servant to his whims.”   A deep exhale draws out of your lungs. “I know how that feels.”   Taehyung’s gaze is perceptive and he puts down his drink. “It’s tough to make it in this industry. But it’s like that for everything, I think. There’s nothing really easy out there. Even sleeping gets hard. So….don’t be so tough on yourself.”   “Thanks, Taehyung…”   He might not know what your job entails, but he has a good enough idea — and his intuition isn’t wrong.   The pair of you chat a while more. Taehyung unknowingly comforts you the entire time. And an hour later, he bids farewell and you reluctantly part with him.   He was the only good part of your day.   //   You’re sure your situation has happened before. There’s almost seven and a half billion people in this world now. The chances aren’t unlikely that someone out there knows how you feel — maybe it’s someone who wants to desperately go to medical school and they helped tutor another student after they begged, and that person ended up becoming the doctor instead.   Jealousy and anger isn’t seldom in life. But you’ve thrown so many pity parties for yourself.   You’re tired of it when you’re the host and the only guest.    There’s bad music at these pity parties, and it’s not like you know how to dance either.    But you don’t know how to help your shitty situation. You thought you’ve long lost all your pride after being stepped on so many times. It’s only now that you’ve been shoved again that you realize you still have dignity left — that maybe it’s time to pack your bags and go home….   The doorbell rings not even five minutes after you get back to your apartment. You’re exhausted, emotionally and physically, but you drag your feet to open the door.   The person you want to see the least in the world shows up in front of you once again.   “Jimin…”   “Hey!” He gives a bright smile, so happy and radiant that it’s blinding. He’s excited and you’re not sure why. “Can I come in?”   “Um…” You hesitate, only parting the door enough for him to see both your eyes. “I...It’s kind of messy here.”   “Promise, it’ll be quick,” he insists while running a hand through his brunette hair, moving the strands back. He’s dressed in his black hoodie, pants ripped at the knees, dark bag slung over his shoulder. It’s new. Expensive. “It’s important.”   You reluctantly widen the door and Jimin enters with a grin, completely unaware of your inner turmoil. Completely disregarding your expression of distaste. Ignorant to your unwilling body language.   It’s always about him.   “It’s pretty late.” But one thing Jimin does notice is that you’re not in your usual pajamas. “Did you end up working overtime?”   “No. I met with Taehyung.”   Jimin stops and turns around, his eyes rounded. “You...met with Taehyung?”   You frown in annoyance. Who does he think he is coming into your home and asking so many questions?    “I ran into him.”   “Oh. Did you end up going anywhere?”   “A coffee shop.”   Jimin nods. “What did you guys talk about?”   Your eyes narrow into slits. “Why does it matter?”   He shrugs with a small pout, trying to play off his concerns casually. “He just doesn’t seem like...that great of a guy.”   “He’s really nice to me.”   “I’m nice to you,” Jimin mutters out of the corner of his mouth.    And you immediately scoff. Openly. Loudly.   You don’t even hold back from rolling your eyes.    “Why are you asking so many questions? It makes you sound like you’re jealous, Jimin,” you tell him, distraught, unable to comprehend why you were being interrogated. You hold your ground, strengthening yourself not to back down.    You won’t let yourself be strung along and stepped on. Not anymore.   “Well….” The boy in front of you inhales a deep breath and looks right at you. “Maybe I am jealous.”   “What? Why?”    You don’t understand — you’re the jealous one.    But his response and following silence only continues your bafflement and puzzlement.    The two of you are standing at the entrance way of your apartment, uncomfortable like strangers. That’s right...you are strangers.   You inhale a staggering breath, breaking the suffocating tension before he can answer your confused question. “Can’t you—…..” Your voice is timid and hesitant, but then you pause and speak louder to make sure he can hear you. “Can’t you stop bothering me, Jimin?”   “W-What?”   “Please, just leave me alone.” Your head drops. You can’t bear looking at him anymore. You don’t know why you have to beg to be left alone, why he’s invaded even the comfort of your own home. Why wasn’t there an escape from Park Jimin? “We’re not in a relationship. We’re not dating. I don’t even consider you a friend. You’re…..overbearing and every time I see you, it….pisses me off.”   He steps forward, undoubtedly bewildered at where this was coming from.   Jimin reaches out in distraught, but you move away from his possible grasps. As if his touch would sear your skin. He immediately curls his fingers into his palm, retracing his arm.   “I’m sorry. I never wanted to upset you. Just...W-what did I do, Y/N?”   “You never. once. had any consideration for me. You don’t think about me for a second, Jimin.”    It’s an out-of-body experience. You can see yourself having a meltdown but you can’t stop it. You can’t stop the truth from over boiling where you’ve kept it confined. You’re tired of trying so hard not to hurt people when you’ve been so hurt yourself.    “Do you want to know why I sing backstage? Do you want to know why I’m someone’s ghost singer? It’s because I have massive stage fright. It’s really, really bad.”   “Y/N….”   Jimin’s shocked.    He opens his mouth before closing it, rendered speechless. His brows are furrowed deep enough to look like it hurts, a permanent wrinkle creasing where the knot on his features are.    “I always feel like I’m getting a heart attack half the time and I can’t breathe and it started when I was in high school when my voice broke during a performance and everyone laughed at me. It’s horrible and I still think about it a lot — and I didn’t want to go to that improv class.”   You’re hyperventilating, chest constricting painfully. It aches. “I didn’t want to go. I didn’t want to perform in front of other people, but you made me do it. You pushed me.”   “I’m s-sorry…” Jimin murmurs, swallowing hard, not knowing what to do. “I didn’t know…”   “I didn’t want to help you either. And I shouldn’t have,” you mutter past the thick lump in your throat, pained, ignoring how your voice cracks under the pressure, “I shouldn’t have taught you how to sing in the first place, even when you begged me. I….didn’t want to.”   You sharply inhale, but it’s never enough to stop feeling that you’re drowning.    “And now that you succeeded, it pisses me off. I’m the one who’s been here longer. But I’m the one who’s left behind. Who’s still working that shit ass job! Every time you open your mouth to talk about how great it’s going, it’s really hard for me. But you keep doing it. And it’s not like I want to feel this. I don’t want to be jealous. I don’t want this feeling. I don’t want you here!”   There’s an extended silence.   You gasp for air while Jimin searches your expression, equally hurt. You tear your eyes away from him — diverting your vision — unable to bear looking at him. “Just leave, please.”   You walk forward and he stumbles back as you yank the door open.    “W-Wait!” Jimin holds the edge of the door before you can shut it. “Y/N, wait!”   “What?” You half-hiss, half-sob at him, at wits end. You want him gone. Gone so you can crawl underneath your covers. Gone so you won’t be able to compare yourself to anyone. Gone so you can forget how pathetic you feel. “What could you possibly want to say to me, Jimin?”   “I...I just came here because I wanted to tell you that I managed to buy you this ticket.” Jimin pulls the slip of paper from out of his pocket. It’s crinkled at the edges as if he’s been holding onto it tightly. He hands you the slip and you take it without thinking. “I-It was hard to get. I-I...I’m sorry.”   You look at it. It’s his show, Les Mis, a middle row seat.   This is why he wanted to talk to you today. This was what was so important.    It’s a gift.   You swallow hard and Jimin lowers his head in shame, murmuring, “You don’t have to go. I-I’m sorry.” He apologizes again. “I didn’t know that’s how you felt about me. I’ll go now. I won’t bother you anymore.”   He leaves before you can say anything, before he can say anything more.   Jimin’s door shuts and then yours follows suit.   Guilt eats you alive as you stand in the middle of your deafeningly silent apartment with the Broadway ticket in your hand.

[uniquebureau]

Spotless Mind (7)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22929301/chapters/58704616Remember those walls I built? Well, baby, they're tumbling down They didn't even put up a fight They didn't even make a sound

Halo-Beyoncé

The boys left them alone at the station, waiting for the train that was delaying. They were waiting upright, Jens leaned against a wall and Lucas with his back against his chest, Jens’ arms around his neck.

“Jens, speak up” Lucas told him “I can hear your brain working”

The boy took a deep breath.

“I’m sorry I haven’t told you about…” he started, without finishing the phrase.

“…your past experiences?” Lucas ended up for him.

Jens nodded against his nape, and Lucas turned around, facing him, face to face.

“We both didn’t” Lucas considered “it’s not a problem, really. It’s not that I hadn’t…guess it”

Jens chuckled.

“I mean” Lucas said, coming really close to Jens’ lips, speaking against them “it’s really unlikely that I’ve been the first person to notice this handsome boy at a party”

Jens chuckled against his mouth “flatterer”

“so…” Lucas asked, taking Jens' hands in his “what happened between you and… all those girls?”

“they’re not so many” Jens pointed out “they’re just two”

“prude”

“hey!”

“go on” Lucas encouraged him, taking his shirt in his fist “what happened?”

“it’s not that much, but...” the boy began “I… was with my first girlfriend…”

“Sander’s ex or the other?”

“Sander’s ex, Britt” Jens explained “and then I left her for her best friend, who became my second girlfriend”

Lucas swallowed, he didn’t expect that. He had guessed that Jens must have had a past, but he wasn’t ready to know that he did such a thing. He already heard that story, and even then he thought it was a low blow: he often asked himself how could Kes have done something like that to his girlfriend, how insensible you must be to hurt someone you loved in that way, betraying her like she meant nothing.

“heartbreaker” he mocked him, looking at his shoes.

Jens took his chin in his finger, forcing him to look at him.

“Hey...” the boy whispered, brushing their noses “I’m not like that anymore, I… know how it feels, now. I know how it is to be betrayed, I would never do that again”

“you can’t say that” Lucas replied “I bet you said that even when you were with your first girl”

“I didn’t know shit, back then” Jens defended himself “have you ever hurt someone and then regret it?”

Lucas nodded, remembering other parts of the same story: how bad was to know that he had hurt Isa, that he had hurt Kes, his best friends in the world, how he hated himself, how he promised to not let that happen again. Maybe Jens had learned from his mistakes, exactly like he did.

He stood up on his toes, kissing the taller boy in front of him, it should have been a soft kiss, gentle and tender, and at first, it was, but then they stopped, looking at each other, eyes in eyes, Lucas’ blue eyes firmly locked in Jens’ dark brown ones, that seemed almost black in the darkness of the hidden corner in which they were.

They both stared at their lips clenching their jaws, as they were trying to hold back, to make that pleasing, painful sensation last a little more.

Jens was the first to surrender: he breathed out, giving up, opening his mouth enough to l iterally eat Lucas’ lips, who slipped his tongue in his mouth, eliciting a deep moan from Jens. Lucas chuckled a little bit and Jens looked at him with a challenging smile.

He flipped themselves, making Lucas lean against the cold wall, and took his face in his hands kissing him breathless, tasting his mouth with his tongue, making their teeth clash like in a fight where the winner has the privilege to taste the other. Lucas couldn’t resist but bite Jens bottom lip, so fleshy and inviting, slightly sucking it, and the boy literally melted against him, trying to put a little distance between them but Lucas prevented him to do it, pulling him closer by grabbing him by his hips.

“Lucas if we don’t stop now…” he warned him.

“what?”

Jens leaned down, to kiss Lucas' neck, making him pant with his face towards the night sky “I think you know what…”

Lucas didn’t even respond, relishing the sensation of Jens’ lips against his carotid. He instead took the boy face and started kissing him again, fast, just tongue and teeth.

“Stay here tonight” Jens said then, starting the phrase when his lips were still in Lucas’ mouth. “we don’t need to do anything, yet…” he added, as he pressed against Lucas’ body, making their waists crush. Lucas gasped again, letting go of a brief moan, loud against Jens' mouth.

L ucas panted “I don’t think we wouldn’t do anything. I can barely resist now”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/22929301/chapters/58704616

[im-basically-logan]

me yelling abt the new sander sides episode because i have no chill

under the cut, friendos!

i’m typing this as i listen/watch the video btw so it’s all in order! also this is very long

that’s... an intro.

i love joan so much hghfhgjfdhjk

new channel news yay

Tweet Tunes blz come back

“give me my shirt back!”

i still love the intro to sander sides so much

thomas what the fuck. i’m so confused

“Cast: Thomas Sanders” that’s sander sides in a nutshell

also thats a big fuckin wine glass

dont eat bad chicken wraps blz

“yeah but what’s your actual job?” oof

the beginning is very slow paced imo blehh. a good reflection on thomas’ mood in the video tbh

“i feel bad about feeling bad” me all the time

i cant believe roman got slapped in the face

roman x katana otp uwu

“Logan!!! It’s Patton!!” that was both cute and kinda odd? did he think logan would be suspicious of him being deceit? probably not

logan really goin for those claps and syllables

“Although I am overcome by a titillating, tingly sensation whenever deadlines are met” l-logan? what??? did you just say?? i agree with roman’s reaction on this one.

the poor 4th wall. also i’m not belittled

patton called himself, roman, and logan daddy

VIRGIL!!!!

virgil flapping as he’s like “Are you serious??”

the countless amount of beeps as roman and logan argue.

bestest duo

god the stretching shit

ROMAN GOT CALLED THE FUCK OUT

i mean we been knew he’s insecure but still

“do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I’m shooting straight, even though I’m gay”

dfkghdfkjhdskj patton knows what everyone calms down with hghghgfh

i love how logan just immediately starts solving the cube lol

it was 25 seconds jfc logan

tfw you’re just so good at being creativity that you color the mona lisa with shitty colors

are.. are they making a vine reference?? with the loop thing??

F r o o t

S am e  s i  es  logan s w ea t y B L Z

“get naked??” ROMAN PL E A SE

he was ready to strip what the  F UCK

intact and wet?

hfgjkhdjk logan’s trying his best

Sometime’s we don’t know that there’s a question to be asked: clarified

LOGAN COMPLIMENT PATTON FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE

i want a cogitating cap but it’s $25 sobs

textbooks, m I S T A KES (roman jfc), PUPPETS!!

yes virgil defend pat

tbh i had the same thoughts as logan at first abt the adult thing..

roman you over did the chin, buddy

“you are unbelievably extra any time you get” “put a sOCK IN IT!”

and then virgil becomes a sock puppet

I LOVE HIM I’LL TAKE 5

sweet coraline!!! BA BA BAAAAA

“if by up you mean the opposite of down to do this” that was very convoluted

what is with roman not liking the word figuratively??? are you ok?? is there some secret angst behind the meaning of that word?

patton cursed again

is... 5 by 5 a thing???

jfc logan, you wear light wash jeans?? i thought they would be dark

oh and you hit roman in the eye

ngl i laughed because he’s a puppet and couldn’t blink

oh my god logan looks so regretful w h a t?

also L is a new nickname

“Maybe I should go” “NO”

o shit

slight throwback to when Logan left in moving on part 1??? :3c

hfdjkhfkjd like mAR IA

ew feelings

“i’d rather go live in a garbage can” same

thomas we love you so much feelings are weird

jfc patton.

“oh i’m sorry, EXCEPT I’M NOT!”

big oof at roman being called out

“oh my gosh, what is up your butt?” “... an  ARM”

i mean he’s not wrong but i feel like he could’ve thought about that phrase a little more carefully

i really liked the text stuff when logan was talking about “Why?”

solid electric company reference yeet

SHSHDHGHSHSHDHHSHSHH

logan flailing his arms is a mood

“i could list off several factors that very well could be contributing to your doubts” someone let him sp e a k

and it’s virgil.

lmao that was a big “I’ll take what I can get” bit for logan ngl rip

hfgkdhjdkfs virgil as the count i’m

logan’s looks he’s giving virgil are m o o d s

“three depressing speculations, ah ah ah...”

“four uncomfortable characters in this room”

“jeez you slobbily eat some jam and accidentally make a jew puns and now you’re suddenly sensitive about being taken seriously?” “I’m not a joke!”

YI K E S

the logan angst i’ve been craving

logan blz hhhhhh

headcanon: adjusting his tie is a big stim

you can see virgil’s expression in the puppet when patton calls him a cute muffin wowie puppeteering is neat!

roman ur being an ass

“it’s too bad your brain isnt as big as your chin” “well you smell like FOOT” hfdjhgjfkdhs

there’s so many more logan screenshots i gottttttt yessss

“what? no-” too late, it’s musical time

“another song, really?” logan, you literally sang last episode

this patton angst return

“Did that work?” “Nope!” logan’s face at that. b o i did you not pay attention? to moving on pt 2? he was kinda there as thomas right?? maybe?? oh no

“I knew you’d listen to me as too scary to ignore” hello @asofterfan got that thing down to a T.

logan just looks so shook like “oh shit”

“but when you lo-care for someone...” virgil, we all heard it.

logan breaking down the musical into just the keyboard was p cool

hghgnhghfhsg THE ONE SHOT SLAM

ahdsdshjkdfsk i love this part with logan and thomas so MU CH

ALSO! I think there was a key change to something minor? sounded much more overlooming/scary as they ended their verses

“You’re lost” “I’m right here” “It’s okay. I was lost once too...” i’m just shook.

roman just hangs his actual dirty socks jfkdkfdh

that trumpet thoooooo

virgil just callin everyone out today

logince angst content yeet

“logic always has a part to play, logan” ye  s s s s ss  validate him, virgil

virgil is callin out and validatin everybody today

dont hug me i’m scared ref, nice

moxiety hug!!

“that god i can move my arms again”

i can’t say i was surprised with logan becoming a robot sorta puppet

“iron giant nerd!” yeah

“I’ve never felt anything in my life” no patton squeal?

oh my god logan just said beep boop what a nerd

virgil telling patton about the innocent talks thing was something i really liked and was expecting eventually tbh

logan giving roman a high five!!!

“you did the stretchy arm!” “it’s not as gross when a robot does it” i need to see the arm thing jfc

“Can you tell me how to get-” “How to get to sesame street!” they just all... left him. rip

logan can’t summon well or control his shapeshifting powers that well?? hmm?

i love that ending with the sesame street throwback again aaaaaa

the way roman and patton laughed in the end card?? what the hell lmao

thomas throwing shade at himself with his own characters is a mood

Thanks to everyone who works on Sander Sides!! This was the longest episode yet, I think. The team grew so much

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Us Against the World

Fandom: Star Wars (Childhood Best Friends AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: You and Poe have been best friends since preschool. At that young age, Poe made a declaration, a promise. One that he intended on keeping. Based off of this post.

Age 4

You were nervous entering the preschool. When your mom said she’d be leaving you there for a couple of hours, you were scared. You didn’t want to be alone.

“Don’t wanna go,” you said with a whimper as you clung to your mom’s hand.

She knelt down, “Y/N, it’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna have so much fun! You’ll make friends and you’ll forget you’ve been gone for a while.” You still had a scared look on your face. Your mom sighed, “If you’re good, I’ll take you out for ice cream, okay?”

You smiled softly and nodded. She walked you into the classroom and was instantly greeted to a woman about the same age as your mom, “Hi there. I’m Mrs. Organa. And who might you be?”

“Y/N,” you said shyly.

The woman smiled, “Hi, Y/N. Nice to meet you. Do you wanna go play with some toys?” You nodded and hugged your mom good-bye before heading towards the toy chest. 

You spotted a big fire truck and grabbed for it, but so did another kid. You looked up to see a boy with tan skin, black curly hair, and brown eyes. He picked up the truck and look at you, “Do you wanna play with me?” As if feeling your apprehension, he smiled, “I’m Poe!”

“I’m Y/N,” you said shyly.

“Wanna play, Y/N?”

“Okay.”

After that, you and Poe could not be separated. You both always got upset when you weren’t in the same groups for play time. You always wanted to lay next to each other for nap time, and you two always shared your snacks. 

One day in class, Mrs. Organa asked what everyone wanted to do when they grow up. Poe immediately stood up from his chair, “When I grow up, I’m gonna marry Y/N!” he said proudly. You blushed as all the kids laughed and made noises of disgust. Poe immediately got upset, “It’s not funny! Y/N is my best friend and I wanna be with her forever!”

Age 10

You and Poe sat in the principal’s office waiting for your parents to arrive. You and Poe held each other’s hands as Ms. Tanno looked at both of you disappointedly. 

Your dad and Poe’d dad, Kes, walked in frantically, ���Is everything okay?”

“What happened?”

“Is anyone hurt?”

Ms. Tanno held up her hand and they all silenced, “The only person who got hurt was Mrs. Organa’s son, Ben Solo.”

“What exactly happened?” Kes asked.

Ms. Tanno gestured to you, “Go ahead, you two.”

You sighed, “Ben was making fun of me. Saying I was ugly and that no one would like me.”

“Then I was defending her and told Ben to buzz off!”

“Then Ben called Poe stupid and knocked him down. Poe looked like he was about to cry and then...”

You looked at Poe’s who’s eyes fell down to his lap and were filled with hurt, “He said ‘What are you gonna do? Cry to your mommy? Oh wait, you don’t have one anymore.” Poe started sniffling and you tightened your hold on his hand.

“So I punched Ben in the face.”

Kes knelt down in front of both of you, “Y/N, I appreciate what you did for Poe, but violence isn’t the answer.”

You looked down in shame, “I know, but after Ben mentioned Aunt Shara, I just..I just couldn’t help it.”

Your dad looked to Ms. Tanno, “So what’s going to happen?”

“Well, since Y/N punched someone, I’ll have to suspend her.”

Poe’s head shot up, “No! Suspend me!”

Ms. Tanno shook her head, “But you didn’t punch Ben, Poe.”

“So? I-It’s my fault that Ben got punched! I interfered! I should get suspended, not Y/N!”

“I’m sorry, Poe. It’s not how that works.”

Poe frowned and crossed his arms over his chest, “Well if Y/N is suspended, then I’m not going to school until she’s back.”

“Poe, stop,” you tried reasoning with him.

He looked at you, “No. Best friends forever, remember? They can’t separate us no matter what.”

Age 16

Poe was anxious. He stood by your locker, waiting for you to get out of math class. He kept muttering to himself, “You can do this. She’s your best friend. You got this, Poe. You got this.” as soon as the bell rang, he tensed. It was now or never. 

He stared at his shoes, his old beaten up Converse, waiting for your arrival. He tried not to let his nerves get the best of him. He’s known you for his whole life. He shouldn’t be afraid, he shouldn’t-”Whatcha starin’ at?” 

His head slowly raised and his brown eyes met your Y/E/C eyes. He smiled, “Nothin’. So, uh, I have something to tell you.”

“What’s up?” you asked as you switched your math book for your English book. You closed your locker and looked at Poe expectantly.

Poe gave a deep breath, “I like you. A-A lot. L-Like more than a best friend kind of like.”

A smile formed on your face, “Really?”

“Well, uh, yeah. I mean, you’re smart, funny, beautiful, fun. What’s not to like?”

You blushed, “I like you too.”

“R-Really? Like how I like you like me?”

You laughed, “Yeah, Poe.” You leaned over and kissed him on the cheek, “Now let’s get to class, yeah?” you slipped your hand into his. 

Poe looked down at your intertwined hands with a big smile on his face, “Yeah. Okay.”

Age 18

You had Poe had graduated high school. Despite it being a joyous occasion, both of you were saddened. Poe had be recruited to the Air Force. Within a week, he’ll be shipped off to training. So you two spent as much time as you could together.

He took you out on dates, he slept over your house, you two went on a day trip out of town, and Poe had gotten you a puppy.

“He’ll keep you company while I’m away. Right, Beebs?” the little corgi-shiba inu mix wagged its tail as Poe pet him, “Oh!” Poe pulled out the necklace he always wore: his mother’s ring hanging from a metal chain, “Keep this safe for me, yeah?”

You gave him a sad smile, “Okay,” you said sheepishly.

“I’ll think of you every single day. I’ll try to write as much as I can. But you have to promise me something, sweetheart.”

“What?”

“Don’t push everyone away. Don’t isolate yourself. This is your summer before you go to college. Don’t waste it crying over me.”

You began to sniffle, trying not to let the tears fall, “I’m gonna miss you so much,” you whimpered.

“I know, baby.” Poe kissed your cheek, “I know.” then he hugged you. He held onto you as long as you needed him to.

Age 21

You were typing away on your computer when you received a Skype call from Poe. You immediately answered it, “Poe?”

The grainy image of him appeared. He waved, “Hello, my love. Whatcha doin’?”

“Working on my novel.”

He nodded, “Ah yes. Our love story.”

“It’s not our love story! It’s Oscar and Angela’s love story!”

“Uh huh, which is based off of our love story, which technically means you’re writing about us. You even used our own descriptions for the characters!”

You looked at him surprised, “You actually read some of it?”

Poe scoffed, “Of course I did, baby! And you’re not subtle at all about the parallels between our story and theirs.”

You chuckled, “There are some differences...”

“Oh yeah, like how Oscar is taller and has more abs? You tryna tell me something, baby?”

You laughed, “No! You’re fine just the way you are.”

“Uh huh. Suuuure.” You both giggled, “Anyway, I got permission to visit next month.”

Your eyes lightened up, “Really?!”

Poe nodded, “Hell yeah! Can’t wait to see you, kiss you, hug you, fu-”

“POE!”

He giggled, “I’m kidding! Maybe...not really. Anyway, let’s see our lil fur baby!”

You called Beebs over to you and lifted him to your camera, “He’s doing well!”

Poe leaned closer to the screen, “He’s gotten fatter!”

“But he always whines when I don’t give him enough food! I feel bad!”

“You’re making our baby fat, Y/N!”

“Okay! I’m sorry! I’ll take him out more to work it off.”

“Yes. Sounds good.”

You sighed, “Well, I better get this chapter finished up. Talk to you later?”

“Of course. Bye, sweetheart. I love you bunches!”

“Bye, babe! I love you bunches more!”

Age 26

You and Poe socialized with your family. It was your dad’s birthday and your mom threw a barbeque for him. You stood next to Poe as you spoke with your neighbor and long-time friend, Rose. Meanwhile, Poe talked to long-time friend and Air Force pal, Finn, while his arm was around your waist. 

It felt so good to have Poe back, even for a little bit. As time passed, you’d gotten used to his temporary stays. Despite that, you two had gotten an apartment together. Something that was your own. It was a big step for the both of you, but it was a long time coming. As was this.

“Everyone! May I have your attention please?” Poe called out. 

You looked at Poe confusedly, “What’s going on?” Everyone circled around you as Poe pulled you closer to him. 

“Y/N, when I was four years old, Mrs. Organa, our preschool teacher, asked us what we wanted to do when he grow up.”

“Oh my God.” you held your hands to your mouth, already knowing what was about to happen.

Poe chuckled, “Don’t get ahead of me here, sweetheart!” He cleared his throat, “My answer to that question was that I wanted to marry you. And this is me keeping my word.” He pulled out a ring and knelt down on one knee, “Y/N L/N, you’re my best friend, my soulmate. In front of our closest friends and family, I’m here declaring my never ending love for you. Will you do me the honors of becoming my wife?”

With teary eyes you nodded, “Yes!” 

Poe took your left hand and slid the ring onto your finger. He then gave you a kissed and picked you up, spinning you around as everyone cheered.

Age 30

You were wringing your hands together as you paced back and forth in the hall. Rose, Phasma, Kaydel, Jess, and Rey watched you.

“Why are you nervous? You’re marrying the love of your life?” Rey asked.

“Oh, I’m not nervous about marrying Poe. Fuck yeah I wanna marry him! I just don’t wanna trip down the aisle or stutter my vows. You know how I am with speaking in public.”

Rose shrugged, “Don’t think of it as talking in front of a couple hundred people. Just think of it as talking to Poe. Making your promise to him and declaring your undying love and all that lovey dovey stuff,” Rose said. The other women agreeing with her. 

Your dad approached you, “You ready?”

You sighed, “Yup. Let’s do this!” 

Meanwhile...

“Oh God. What if I stutter? I don’t wanna sound stupid!” Poe whispered anxiously to Finn, his best man.

Finn shook his head, “Man, calm down. Whether you stutter or not, Y/N will still love you.” 

The doors to the venue opened and in walked the flower girl, ring bearer, and bridesmaids. They all joined Poe and Finn at the end of the aisle. Then the wedding march began to play and everyone stood. Poe gave a deep breath and then turned towards you. He was floored. 

You looked absolutely stunning in your wedding dress. You looked angelic even! You joined Poe at the end of the aisle. You chuckled as he wiped his eyes.

“Sorry, you’re just so beautiful.”

“Thank you and you look even more handsome.” you nodded to his formal Air Force uniform. You loved when he was in uniform.

Poe chuckled, “Thanks, babe. So, together forever?” he asked, intertwining your fingers with his.

You smiled at him, “Together forever.”

“Us against the world, baby.” he whispered as he faced the officiant.

[mahouproject-one]

maybe the real furries were the friends we made along the way / tsukuyomi / trial (re: Furry Time, clove / attn: mi-ke, mitsuo)

(cw: strangulation mentions)

…what the fuck was this trial.

Boyfriends? Fursonas? Ghosts?– well, ok, he was around for the ghost thing. Wasn’t as scary as he thought it’d be, though maybe having a Clan Ghost around regularly just made him used to it.

For… a brief moment, as Mi-ke mentioned their ‘boyfriend’, Tsukuyomi’s expression… grew sour, just a bit. He grit his teeth and looked off to the side, the hand belonging to the arm not being held onto by Shinobu balling into a tight fist. 

(it’s for mi-ke-san’s sake, he has to keep telling himself, it’s for their sake it’s for their sake)

Eventually, the tenseness of his expression softened, and he quickly gave the lad clinging to his arm another pat on the shoulder, as if to try and get across that it’s not him he’s… less than pleased with.

“…w-what… do furries… h-have to do… with th-this…?”

And with that excellent contribution, he turned his attention towards Clove.

“…I-I dunno… how much this… h-helps, but the… cloth scraps…th-those were, um, purple-ish… in color? Though… they had… b-blood on them… s-so, it… might have been… blue, o-originally…? Red and blue… i-is purple…”

Danganronpa blood sure is weird.

“I-I’m not sure… where… t-to go with that, I… I think… T-Tenshi-san wears… b-blue a lot… a-as far as I-I’ve seen… b-but… a n-number of… people do. I-I do, outside of… th-the Suzaku uniform…”

A distant part of him worried that saying that would somehow backfire on him, that somehow he’d end up at the top of the suspect list again, even though it was pretty clear that the culprit wasn’t Suzaku - hell, the dorm they’d picked access to was Genbu, rather than Seiryuu or Byakko. But…

…he shook his head. No, no, he couldn’t be thinking like that right now.

A frown crossed his face at the confirmation that Mi-ke had the spell, but he nodded and mumbled his thanks towards Mitsuo anyways. There was some talk about the ghosts, his frown only growing a bit wider. He wasn’t… gonna think too much about ghost things, not right now.

Finally, Mi-ke spoke up once again to defend themself. Understandable - Tsukuyomi really didn’t want it to be them, either. Mi-ke was… his friend! He cared about his friends, he didn’t want to see them die!

…but that was why he had to find out, for sure, who’d done this. He had more than one person he’d wanted to protect, after all

“M… M-Mi-ke-san, do you… I-I don’t… like to pry, b-but… did.. anyone see you… u-use the spell…? For a-anything… other than…? Preferably… a-at least two… a-also, um, is it… a major… o-or minor spell…?

I-I mean… I can… u-understand… passing out, because of… th-the motive… I-I know I… d-did after… h-hurrying back to my room… a-after seeing, e-er, 'Rosenburg-san’…”

He mumbled something that sounded like an apology towards Shinobu. Tsukuyomi paused for a bit… before a look of realization hits him. He hesitated a little, but…

“…U-Um– actually… if it’s a minor spell… a-and you have the MP… c-could you show us, Mi-ke-san…? Or– O-Or– Ueno-san, you said… only you… a-and one other person… if… e-either of you… could use it… if you have… th-the MP for it…

I’m thinking… m-maybe…if we c-can see… the, er, c-collar… and compare it… t-to the bruises… around Agatsuma-san’s n-neck…? U-Um, I didn’t… g-get a good l-look… a-at her… b-but… s-someone who has, we… c-can use, um…”

He gestured to the pensieves. He didn’t have a clue if this would work, but maybe it was worth a shot…? 

[lunawings]

Ok so your post a while back on Hiro's sexuality, I really think you might be on to something. Personally, I was all aboard him crushing on Beru in just a straightforward way but projecting his feelings also makes so much sense and as a non-het, I can't believe that angle didn't hit me sooner. In short, I'm really interested in all the other sexuality stuff you'd want to talk about in king of prism. Also, agree on Shin and Louis having that kind of connection that basically transcends gender

Huudkhfdlkfjklfsdjlas I am super flattered but super embarrassed since I don’t know where to start. 

Okay I will try and give a general rundown, skipping over details about Hiro/Shin/Louis since you already said you agree.

Let me also preface by saying I wouldn’t particularly fight too much to defend these (except for maybe Hiro) since most of them aren’t based on that much and if you disagree with me your opinion is totally valid!!!! 

Continues under the cut….. 

Probably straight:

Kouji-Despite being the most flamboyant of Over the Rainbow, I think appearances are deceiving.

Kazuki?-Probably?Yu-And an early bloomer too. Yu has had a crush on Bell since he was like what, 8 years old?

Probably not straight:

Hiro-GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY.

Kakeru -Bisexual. I think this one is obvious but just in case: I definitely thought gay from the first movie alone, but in all the side materials Kakeru talks about girls and wanting to date girls WAY more than like ALL of the Edel Rose boys combined… while still hitting on Taiga and Shin all the more haha. But I believe him. I don’t think he’s confused at all, I think he’s a very confident person who is very comfortable with who he is. (If he’s hiding anything, I am afraid he may be more serious about Taiga than he lets on, which worries me because I… don’t think that will end well…)  Ultimately I think he will end up marrying a woman in the end, for his company and all. But hopefully also for love. I don’t think he’s the type to settle. (Perhaps he meets a spunky heiress at a cocktail party and they shock everyone when they elope on some island nation…. okay I should move on….)

Leo-I am actually gonna go pansexual on him. I dunno, he just seems like a person who would like many things haha. Also he doesn’t understand the basic concepts of gender to begin with.

Possibly asexual spectrum:Yukinojo-He just don’t seem interested in much other than kabuki and Prism Shows. I think I may go as far as to say aromantic for him too. (That needs more representation anyhow.)

Taiga-….Okay…. okay!!! Okay hold on pitchforks down. Well first of all, out of all the Edel Rose boys, Taiga is definitely the LEAST interested in girls, that is for sure. But… And… this is just my own intuition…. but I really have a hard time interpreting his feelings for Kazuki as romantic? I honestly think it could be just pure admiration/gratitude for his cool senpai. Taiga just seems like that kind of sweet kid to me! I dunno.

No idea:

Alexander-Okay I barely understand him as a character to begin with soooo I’m just not gonna touch this one. Minato-I was so tempted to put him in the “probably straight” category just based on the fact that he is… so…. vanilla….. but then I slapped myself on the wrist because that isn’t enough and I should know better than to stereotype like that haha. So he’s here.

Louis-Either pansexual or asexual…. like maybe demisexual….? hahah…. because……. …. …………….. uhh……………. (okay seriously Pride the Hero comes out this week so….)Shin-Like I said before, he could be anything at this point…. well….. okay…. I do maybe have a headcannon for Shin, but I am scared to talk about it. Perhaps… gray asexual…? But… although I could make a case for it, at the end of the day I admit it probably has less to do with actual observations, and more to do with the fact that I am attached to his character, identify with him, and wish there were more characters…. l….i…..ke…… m…….e………..

Anyway I will probably end up talking a whole lot more about Shin/Louis when Pride the Hero leaks. So.

[dearllybeloved]

Question: how do you feel about cherry? I have mixed feelings because she helped pony in court But I don't want her falling unloved with my man dal 😡

lmao you sound like Caroline

Aaaaaaaaaaaaa I mean I might not eXACTLy like her but I still gotta give her like– respect n shiz

People like hate her to DEATH and like– you guys gotta chill out

Personally I think she’s alright,,,,,, even though it was kind of stupid of her to get in between the whole greaser and soc thing, but then again Bob can like sometimes just,,,,,,,,,, not,,,,,,,,, but he was still like kind of defending himself idk :”)))))))

oh and also with the Dallas thing

hA

Ok even if they did end up together, which would never had happened, I doubt it would’ve lasted long seeing as how Dallas was just kind of hitting on her, and when they were at Dairy Queen, he couldn’t even remember her name when he brought her up lmao

As much as I don’t like to admit it, but tbh she’s more likely to end up with Ponyboy js

I feel like it was good on her part to defend Pony in court, and I mean,,,,,,,, you could see she was happy when she heard that Pony got to stay with his brothers

Also a thing people get upset about is when she ignores Pony in school

L i  ke

Ok first of all,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, she mentioned it before, so it wasn’t like it wasn’t expected so people needa chill. Like yee it was kind of crappy bUT she’s a soc and he’s a greaser, so I kind of feel like if they hung out, socs would try to hurt Pony ??? idk like they’d pick a fight bc he’s “messing around with their kind” ?? Especially after what happened with Bob ??? idk lmao but ya also I doubt she’d ignore him because of her friends bc it’s clear before that she doesn’t care what they think,,, bUt she would care about what her parents think so yee there’s that too

SO

Yee I guess I kind of respect Cherry and her choices and stuff

;-;

I went on a rant and most of it doesn’t make sense but ya here u go

[voicedheadcannons]

Did you know? Nobody can play videogames in Haikyuu!! except Kenma. They all suck. Every single one of them. Nobody is good.

[Commissions] || Captions Under The Cut

Ke=Kenma Ku=Kuroo H=Hinata L=Lev

Ke: Kuroo, Hinata, *sigh* Lev L: Why do you sigh before my name? Ke: I have a competitive event coming up soon and I have nobody to practice with while they do online server maintenence. I need you guys to play so I can practice. Ku: Oh nice. I've played this game for years. I know what I'm doing. Ke: Wait, really? I could have been practicing with you before. Or helped you get good enough to do competitive games. Ku: Oh yeah, I'm a ranked 24,000 Ke: That's... I'm a rank 371, Kuroo Ku: Nice Ke: God dammit H: What's a videogame Ke: Hinata it's really easy to pick up H: I picked up the games console. What do I do now Ke: You put it down, grow some braincells and stop taking things literally H: How do I grow braincells? Ke: Please just hold this controller and play defence L: What do you want me to do Kenma-san? Ke: Hold this controller and play defence Ku: Alright, that frees me up to- Ke: Hold this controller and play defence, Kuroo Ku: Are you just gonna try and play the whole game yourself? Ke: I might as fucking well. You guys suck. Sit at the back and defend and I'll just try to attack myself. Shoot on sight. Don't do anything stupid. Just kill everyone you see Ku: Haha I got you Lev L: Hey! Ke: Not our teammates you idiot H: Kuroo you're dead Ke: Stop shooting eachother that's not what I meant you guys are awful at this *Enemy Wins* Ke: Wait what *Rank dropped to 373* Ke: No no no, you fucking idiots. Don't lose me this ranking I spent years on just because you want to fuck around L: I killed Kenma! Ke: Oh, Lev L: Why is he staring at me like that Ke: Lev... H: Lev I'd run away if I was you Ku: Oh no, I've seen that look before. Lev, run! L: Kenma put the controller down. Kenma. Kenma! Ah! Ku: We are gathered here today to mourn Haiba Lev. He died as he lived. Being an idiot. We are truly truly sorry for his lo- I'm sorry I can't say that without lauging L: Stop telling people I'm dead because I went to the hospital for a broken nose