#grammar matters!

[lonestar-badash]

First, let’s fix this erroneous “ask…”

You have gained some (a lot!) of fucking weight. You’ve worn wigs all this time? What else is fake? Tits, ass, and smile? Those teeth need some braces or something.

Second, I don’t owe anyone (and I do mean anyone!) a single fucking thing… not an explanation, not a minute of my fucking time. I am SO thankful that this nasty “ask” was sent to someone who is mentally and emotionally strong enough to handle it.

Third,

1) Then.

2) Now.

3) Natural.

4) Synthetic.

5) $9,500.

6) Peloton’s monthly membership.

7) Smiling big while I still have teeth because…

8) *no caption needed*.

I do not allow anyone or anything to be the thief of my joy, especially an indecent human being like the one above.

Maybe I did gain weight, but do you know why? I do have beautiful curly hair that most women would love to have but I love wigs… do you know why? I did have a $9,500 breast augmentation, but do you know why? And, why would I un-ass the money for braces when I have 8 crowns in my mouth?

Whoever you are, you look like a fucking fool because everything you said, says nothing about me… and everything about you.

[bananapeeeeellssss]

I see your Bruce Wayne is dating Batman rumors and raise you this:

Everyone knows that Bruce Wayne is dating Batman. Everyone knows that Jason Todd is Red Hood. Everyone knows that Jason Todd is Bruce Wayne’s dead son. Everyone knows Red Hood hates Batman. This is all a very open secret. Everyone knows Tim Drake and Red Robin have a very public beef with one another. And that Red Hood used to have a very public (but much more violent) beef with the third Robin.

This leads to the general accepted truth being that Red Hood hates Batman because he is fucking his dad, and Tim Drake and Red Robin dislike each other because Tim’s brother beat up Red Robin, and, once again, Red Robin’s dad is fucking Tim’s. Everyone feels a little bad for Red Robin, being at the end of both Red Hood’s and Tim Drake’s distaste, because the former is a crime lord and the latter is *Timothy Jackson Drake*.

This, naturally, reaches the JL whom does not know Batman’s identity yet. Green Arrow makes a passing comment about having also fucked Wayne, which Batman overhears. Cue absolute bat confusion, which he does not show. And that was how the great Batman found out that he accidentally 100% enforced the rumors that he was dating himself by the way he replied to reporters strange questions that in hindsight were so incredibly obvious.

This whole time, Young Justice is having the time of their lives (while also becoming increasingly concerned) as they watch Tim switch between devices as he replies to himself on different accounts on Twitter to further his own feud with Red Robin.

And Jason is. Not sure how he feels. On one hand, Bruce is now very uncomfortable about many, many things. And people yell at Batman when he starts treating Jason like his son (especially when he yells “I’m not your son!” Because what kind of boyfriend would try to make their boyfriend’s kid their own when they clearly don’t want to be). That’s an upside. But on the other, this implies that he is *Bruce’s* son. And that brings up a lot of feelings he doesn’t want to deal with. And back on that first hand, people have mostly stopped making thirst traps of his dad (gross). And on the second once more, they have started shipping Red Robin and Tim.

And the others are just sitting back and enjoying the ride (they are absolutely a part of this, but I’m too lazy to type out and come up with ideas for the rest)

[nattikay]

the constant inner struggle of a Na'vi speaker/teacher browsing Na'vi OCs

[audhdnight]

The reason calling women “females” isnt okay is the same reason calling black people “blacks” or trans people “transgenders” isn’t okay.

Notice how the missing word is “people”. When you take off that word and change the term from a noun to an adjective, you strip the humanity from the term.

“Female” isn’t a noun, just like “black” and “transgender” aren’t nouns. Female what? Female human? Female frog? It could be anything.

You aren’t calling women “females” because it’s sCiEnTiFiCaLLy aCuRaTe. You just don’t see them as people whose humanity is worth acknowledging.

But I know this little grammar lesson will probably go right over the heads of anyone it’s actually targeted at - seeing as y’all can’t grasp the concept of pronouns I don’t really expect you to understand adjectives.

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 57

Jaskier likes hugs. Like a lot. Like dozens a day, a lot. Which is why it's so odd when Jaskier suddenly stops touching Geralt unless he he absolutely has to. Geralt is admittedly getting quite jealous, however, because Jaskier hasn't stopped touching anyone and everyone else. Has the horror of being a witcher finally set in for the bard? Is he disgusted to so much as lay a finger on him, now? Geralt starts just being concerned about it, however, when Jaskier keeps almost hugging him. So Jaskier clearly wants to hug him, but refuses to do so. Did someone say something? Is he worried about Geralt? He worries for Geralt an awful lot. Oh fuck, is he cursed? Geralt finally breaks and asks (demands) Jaskier why he stopped hugging him, when Jaskier clearly still wants to. "It's because you hate it! Obviously! I- I'm trying to be a good friend!" Geralt knows he can be a bit stoic, but he thought Jaskier would take the fact that Geralt hugs back and doesn't shove him away as more than enough motivation to keep doing what makes him so happy. "I never felt so bad. I really thought you had no problem with me being so- So clingy. If I had known better, I wouldn't! Honest, Geralt!" "Why do you think I have a 'problem' with it?" "You growled at me!" Oh fuck. He purred. Jaskier doesn't know he can purr.

[random-fun-polls]

what's ur biggest spelling/grammar enemy (in english)?

commas

words that sound different from the way they're written (colonel, wednesday)

prepositions (on, at, in,..)

sentence structure/order

double consonants (excellent, intelligent..)

mod, if u can think of any more, pls add them

[nerdygaymormon]

[danishphoner]

one thing that really fascinates me about alex is his devotion to art – and more specifically, how he chooses to get some inspiration from scientific works of what he aims to implement in his art. every time one gets to examine some of his lyrics, or even how he explains these lyrics in an interview, they can be greeted by some bits of actual scientific information. an example is how he named his taquería on the moon with the term “information-action ratio”, coined by the critic neil postman, and referenced it in the song four out of five, something that might also indicate an interesting articulation with postman's concept. the line “cute new places keep on popping up”, for example, can express his well-known sardonic discontent regarding the flood of information being generated and transmitted over and over and, as much as it seems visually appealing and does give the idea of benefiting from advanced technologies, it doesn't really add anything substantial to the receiver's critical thinking – and worse, it distances the information receiver from the sender in a communication channel, according to postman.

what i'm saying with this interpretation is, it's known that alex is enamoured with the idea of gathering a bunch of references and condensing them into a mixture of metaphors in his writing, but it's so thrilling how, at times, we can find some bits of science inside of it – and it's even more exciting, just like playing a puzzle game, to find these references and analyse them by doing a similar research to what he did to create his works.

[baejax-the-great]

Learning a new language like "I'm sorry for misgendering your bridge and your fork and the concept of justice I meant no disrespect"

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

Sonic: “Hey, can I have a fry?”

Tails: “Oh, I don’t know Sonic. Can you?”

Sonic: “Tails, I swear to GAIA-“

[upslapmeal]

I've noticed that when it comes to reflexive pronouns (himself, myself, yourself etc.), there seem to be some variation in what people use as the singular they form. The main ones I've seen are

theirself

theirselves

themself

themselves

and I'm curious to see which is most common, and whether it varies depending on whether or not you personally use they/them pronouns. So with that in mind:

I would have liked to have added options for whether you are a native English speaker and for dialect but that would be way too many options so let me know in the tags!

[haru-dipthong]

The Japanese language is one of the most indirect languages in the world. There are the obvious examples of this, such as when some customers try to enter a busy restaurant without a reservation and the staff say 難しいですね (”this is tricky…”) instead of simply telling them that there are no seats. However, I've noticed that Japanese’s indirectness may go much deeper than simple euphemism.

Japanese seems to come built-in with ways of avoiding directly addressing your conversation partner.

The Japanese way of expressing things often involves voicing your internal monologue, which means people will say things ostensibly to themselves, even though what they really want is to communicate to the other person. When I first noticed it, I thought it was a bit similar to how some (western) cartoons occasionally handle exposition by having a character mutter something to themselves so that the audience can hear. This can be seen in the following extremely common forms of expression:

Using adjectives as an exclamation

うま！Literal translation: “Delicious!” Semantic translation: “Wow, this is really good”

怖い！Literal translation: “Scary!” Semantic translation: “I’m scared!” or “This place is giving me the creeps”

It could be argued that these single word exclamations may not always be “talking to yourself”. But imo more often than not, they are spoken with the vibe of “I felt this adjective so strongly that the word just slipped straight through my internal monologue and out of my mouth”.

Wondering aloud (かな)

雨降るかな？ Literal translation: “Hmm, will it rain or not?” Semantic translation: “I wonder if it’s gonna rain.”

今夜来るかな？ Literal translation: “Hmm, will [they] come tonight or not?” Semantic translation: “I wonder if they’ll come tonight.”

Compared to the adjective examples, this is less ambiguous. There’s no direct translation for the verb “to wonder” in Japanese - you just wonder aloud! The literal translations sound funny because they only make sense if the speaker is talking to themself.

Explaining stuff to yourself (んだ)

あそこにあったんだ！(context: the listener has just shown the speaker something they were looking for) Literal translation: “There it is!” Semantic translation: “There it is!”

In this example, the literal and semantic translations are the same, because this is a case of talking to yourself in English! If you think about it, it doesn’t make sense to say “there it is” when the person you’re talking to clearly already knows that’s where “it” is. Instead, the phrase serves to convey satisfaction and surprise.

まだ20歳なんだ！(context: the speaker has just found out from the listener that a friend of theirs is younger than they expected) Literal translation: “[She’s] only 20!” Semantic translation: “She’s only 20? That explains so much!”

In this example, んだ is used to mark the sentence as an explanation of something. The listener already knew the friend was only 20, so the aim of the sentence is not to convey new information, it’s to show that some sort of internal reasoning is happening within the speaker’s mind.

In the immortal words of Carly Rae Jepsen:

🎶 Do you talk to me, when you're talking to yourself? 🎶

For every Japanese speaker, the answer is yes!

[reflectionsofthesea]

This is what it has been so far with my speaking finnish journey. When I'm alone and just randomly talking/doing exercises/talking by myself I can speak a bit just fine, and then when I'm at my lessons/try to speak to anyone else it's just crickets 💀

One day I shall conquer this anxiety beast too, for now, I'm witnessing the limits of my mind

[justfangirlstuffs]

Touch prompt for @pure-plum

21: kissing the other's brow, when a certain someone won't stop worrying to focus on whats in front of them so looks like they'll have to get your attention

The night winds up and then back down as you and your two devils make your getaway from the speakeasy.

@naffeclipse

Based off of the Syzygy in Dedication AU where Sun and Moon are Mob Bosses.

Wordcount: 3427

Part 3 (Read part 1 here) (Read part 2 here)

Footsteps were approaching and your heart pounded as you awaited your fate. Cramped in a wardrobe with a mob boss, a very infamous one at that, there was no real good explanation for that, was there? Perhaps, if Sun was willing, you could play it off as a hostage situation. Surely he’d go along with it. You weren’t a coward, you just couldn’t very well treat Sun and Moon, or any of your other customers if you were behind bars.

As the sounds grew nearer you felt Sun shift and caught sight of him placing a hand on what was no doubt a concealed weapon. The doors of the wardrobe were flung wide, and where you had expected a flashlight beam, a soft wash of red light was there to greet you both.

“Well, well,” Moon drawled, leering an amused smile at you both as he leaned against the door frame. “Isn’t this just cozy?”

“Care to join us?” Sun asked, his posture relaxed and his grin brightening.

“Don’t be silly. The wardrobe would never fit all three of us. A bed, however…”

“AHEM.” You glared between both of them. “Pretty sure the danger hasn’t passed, so if you would be so kind…”

Moon snickered before reaching out a hand. You took it, feeling Sun’s hand holding the small of your back to assist in steadying you as Moon helped you clamber out of the wardrobe. 

“Where have you been?” Sun asked as he followed suit. The pair of them were still keeping their voices hushed.

“Just had to lead some bulls on a wild goose chase. I don’t think I need to ask where you’ve been.”

“Doing as I said I would, keeping our little tinkerer entertained.”

“Can we please just go?” you pleaded. All was not quiet, and your knee was still bothering you. If it came down to having to run…

Moon silently motioned to the two of you to follow as he strode across the small room to a window. He undid the latch and pried it open, the wood creaking a little. It must not see much use. At a glance, the room appeared to be minimally furnished, just a little space for people to perhaps sleep off the alcohol before going home. Or, other more lascivious activities.

With the grace of a lynx, Moon squeezed out of the window and dropped down, vanishing. You made a soft noise of concern. You were still on the second story (at least) after all. However, when you approached the window and peered down, you saw Moon standing in the back alley between buildings, waving for you to follow. Oh no… they can’t really expect you to.

“Up and out, love,” Sun said, nudging you to go through the window.

“But… I…” If you fell…

“I’ll lower you down and he’ll catch you,” Sun promised. “But we gotta shake a leg.”

You groaned but carefully began maneuvering yourself out into the chilly evening with Sun’s assistance. Holding tightly to his hands, he began lowering you down to pass you off to Moon. Then you heard a door bang open and shouting. “Police! Hands up!”

Your heart nearly stopped in your ribcage as you met Sun’s gaze. He needed his hands, but he didn’t want to drop you. But he needed to. So, you let go, letting yourself fall. For a heart-stopping moment, you were weightless and free-falling, then you landed in a pair of arms. It was a surprisingly smooth catch all things considered. You looked up but Sun was nowhere to be seen, but you could hear shouts and the sounds of a skirmish.

Cold dread sat heavily in your chest. “Is he…?”

“He’ll be fine,” Moon said as he went on the move, his loping gate managing to keep the jostling to a minimum. It was very dark, and you could make out very little as he carried you. “Though, it’s cute that you’re worried.”

“Of course I am. You both can still get hurt and then I’ll have to fix you up.”

“That’s why we’re not worried. We have you.”

You felt your skin heat and you gave him a soft tap against his torso with your knuckles. “Don’t think you can make it better by throwing applesauce my way.”

He chuckled and the sound was a comfort in the overwhelming darkness. “Was worth a try.”

—-----

Moon was having a very nice night, all things considered. Business had gone well, and leading the police around by their noses only to give them the slip was always good fun. However, you being here was the cherry atop this sundae of a night. It did bring a sense of urgency though. There was that dark niggling concern of you getting hurt. He needed to get you away and to safety from the police who were still buzzing about like flies on manure.

There was always the option of using you as a hostage if need be… no. Moon didn’t trust that one of the cops wouldn’t shoot at you just to get to him, or hit you by accident out of sheer incompetence. He wouldn’t risk that. He would not risk you.

You had fallen silent, with only the puffs of your soft breathing reaching his auditory processors. As he rounded a corner, he was forced to quickly double back and flatten himself against a wall as several uniforms marched by. Moon held perfectly still, and so did you, save for your hand clinging to his shirt, possibly seeking comfort from the tense situation. He listened to their chatter and from the sound of things, more backup would be arriving. Moon mentally cursed. At this rate, escaping on foot would be nearly impossible with you in tow, and he would not leave you for anything. Their brother would not have you.

“Hang tight,” Moon whispered to you. As soon as there was an opening, he took off dashing with as much speed as he could.

“Freeze!”

He did not, and bullets rang out. Most missed him and he held you tighter, balling you up against him to minimize the chances of you getting hurt. For your part, you were taking the whole thing rather well. You were tense, but you were shaking like a leaf. You were not unfamiliar with guns, or violence.

Moon felt an impact to his leg, metal piercing metal, and a hiss of steam escaped through his neck as he cursed but kept running, rounding another corner. His visual processors timed out for a few seconds, overwhelmed by the flood of headlights overtaking his vision. A car pulled up alongside him and Sun grinned from behind the wheel.

“Need a lift?”

Moon wordlessly threw open the back door and squeezed himself into the backseat with you on his lap, shutting the door behind him.

“Took you long enough,” Moon grumbled.

“What can I say? I have a flare for the dramatic.”

Moon held on fast to you as Sun peeled out, burning rubber as the sounds of most gunfire rang out from nearby. Moon pushed your head down, covering you, and you flinched as one of the windows was shot out, raining glass across the backseat.

“Hold on!” Sun called out and made a sharp turn that had the tires screaming in protest, but the car did his bidding. It had been a while since Sun had to play getaway driver, but Moon was happy to see the bastard hadn’t lost his touch.

The three of you weren’t out of the woods yet, however. A few police vehicles were still in pursuit. They would need to shake them before they could even think about taking you home. You were squirming in his grasp, and he looked down at you, expecting to see fear. Instead, he saw… not quite fear… more like intense concern.

“Where were you hit?” you asked.

Ah… you’d noticed that. Of course, you did. “Now isn’t the time for-”

“Where were you hit?” A demand this time, concern morphing into a fiery intensity that has his servos whirring in excitement.

Another sharp turn that he had to brace himself and you for. “Leg.”

Without another word, you slid down to the floor. “I’m gonna check.” You’re one warning before you began rolling up his pant leg. You cursed. Ah… it must not be pretty then. “I need tools!” you called out.

“There’s a kit under the passenger’s seat,” Sun called out. Leave it to him to plan ahead.

He managed to shake off all but one car that was doggedly persisting. You dug around until you found a small tool kit dumping it out onto the seat.

“You’re leaking out oil. I need to stem the discharge. Can you brace me while I work?”

Moon nodded, pulling you once more into his lap, bracing you with his arm around your middle while he braced the rest of his body against the backseat. He situated the damaged leg so you could work on it. Clicking on a small flashlight and gripping it between your teeth, you got to work. Moon could only watch as your skilled hands worked their magic, quickly becoming smeared with oil, with him.

“Brace yourselves!” Sun called back.

Moon held you tight to keep you from lurching as Sun accelerated the car through an intersection, nearly causing a full-on collision with a truck probably out doing late-night deliveries. The police vehicle had to veer off in order to avoid a t-bone. Sun rounded another bend, and from there it was a straight shot across the bridge over the river that sparkled like diamonds across a shadowy blanket under the moonlight.

It was beautiful, yet Moon was more focused on your and your dirty work and the fact you didn’t even care that you were staining a perfectly good set of clothes. You sat back, breathing heavily. “There… that should hold for now.”

You wiped your brow with the back of your arm, smearing it with black before glancing back at him with a deep frown. Moon took out a dark pocket handkerchief and wiped at the mess on your forehead, but his dark ‘blood’ stains your skin. Good, let him linger on you.

Moon pressed his smile against your forehead. “You keep making that face it’s gonna get stuck that way.”

A soft glow graced your cheeks and you blinked at him before scowling down into your lap. “If it does it’ll be your fault.” You rubbed at your knee, stretching it out with a low groan.

Curiosity struck him. “What’s wrong?”

“My knee,” you mumbled. “Old injury.”

Moon leaned forward, hooking his fingers under the hem of your pant leg and tugging up. You gave a little squawk and pushed at his hand. “Don’t.”

“I want to see.”

“I don’t want you to see.”

That… stung. He wanted to see and he didn’t like that you didn’t want him to. He didn’t like that there were still things you hid from him, from them. He didn’t like it… but he would respect it. You’d earned that much. He moved his hand away and you exhaled, your body relaxing.

“What happened?” he asked.

You were silent for a long time. Sun was focused on driving, but Moon had no doubt he was attentively listening to the entire exchange. For a while, the hum of the engine and the occasional rattle of the car as it went over bumps were the only sounds to fill the otherwise tense silence.

“I fucked up,” you said eventually and left it at that.

Fine, he would too. For now.

“By the way,” Sun said, cutting through the tension like a sunray through dark clouds. “I picked up a little something special on my way out.” he reached over to the passenger’s seat and hoisted up a bottle of whiskey. “I thought this would be a nice little pick me up after- hey!”

You leaned forward and snatched the bottle from Sun’s grasp. Before either of them could stop you, you unscrewed the lid and took a swig straight from the bottle. Neither of them spoke up about you. You’d earned that too.

—---

The rest of the ride back to your workshop was quiet. You were on edge and strung out, riding high off adrenaline, and now starting to float on the buzz of the whiskey entering your bloodstream. For all the close calls and dangerous, life-threatening situations, you couldn’t deny that you had, to some degree, enjoyed yourself. That wasn’t healthy, and you couldn’t keep letting yourself get sucked into their world.

This game the lot of you were playing was going to be the end of you in some form or fashion. And yet, knowing that, you couldn’t bring yourself to fold and walk away. 

Sun parked the car about a block away from your shop and the two of them walked you home in silence. It was tense, and you knew you had made it that way. Dammit, you didn’t want them to think you were ungrateful. So, you situated yourself between them, taking hold of Sun’s hand with your right, and gripping Moon’s hand with your left. You hoped neither of them minded that your hands were dirty.

“You both are idiots,” you said, glancing between the pair of them. “Thank you.” Their smiles beamed down at you, their fingers gently squeezing yours. You hesitated, then said, “I wouldn’t mind doing this again… though maybe next time without the police chase.”

“Yes,” Moon agreed with a nod.

“I’d love to get another dance with you in the future,” Sun commented. “You’re quite the Oliver Twist.”

You snorted. “Says you.”

By the time you got to your shop, you were almost disappointed, because it meant it was time for them to leave. They kept watch as you pulled out your keys and unlocked the door, and they followed you just inside. You were all business as you ushered Moon to your workbench so you could fully patch up his leg. Sun had you sit on his lap to give your knee a rest while you worked. Before long, you were finished.

“Well… I guess you’ll be going,” you murmured, feeling a little sad.

“For now,” Moon murmured.

Right. The work was done, there wasn’t really much more of an excuse for them to stay. You walked them to the door As you turned to step away, if only so you didn’t have to watch them go, Sun caught you by the wrists and spun you back towards him.

“What, no kiss goodnight?” he teased.

You knew the question was in jest, and you knew they expected you to take it as such. To shrug it off as you’ve done towards a number of their flirts and advances. The heat of the whiskey burned in your veins. Your heart knocked against his chassis. You both craved and feared what would happen next. But if it had to happen, then you wanted to be the initiator.

Going all the way up on tip-toe, you pressed your mouth against that damnable smile. A sound of static erupted from his voice box, and you felt a low rumble as his hands freed your wrists in favor of crushing you against him. Your feet dangled at his shins and just when you thought it was done he angled your face, deepening the kiss. His hands moved over you, securing you against him, as though he feared you would somehow slip away. It was surprisingly tender and sweet, yet so incredibly raw, free of the practiced poise and charm. You would even dare to think it was… sincere.

You came up for air with a gasp, your mouth and cheeks burning. Heart fluttering faster than it ever dared to. Sun was staring at you, for the first time since you’d met him, at a loss for words. You were saved the trouble of saying anything when another set of arms snatched you away, and you were caught by bright red optics.

“I hope you weren’t intending on leaving me out,” Moon’s voice growled deeply.

You huffed and dared to roll your eyes before grabbing him by the faceplate, surprising him. “Shut up,” you muttered before crushing your mouth against his sharp grin.

While Moon did not sweep you off your feet as Sun had, the kiss was no less intense, and he wasn’t shy about venting some of his frustration at your rudeness into it. One of his hands was at the small of your back, and he tilted you back so that you instinctively grabbed for his lapels, even though you were in no real danger of falling. His other hand traveled up the back of your neck, tangling in your hair. You gasped against his mouth as his fingers gave a firm tug but it was more surprising than painful. Yet, even caught up in the whirlwind, you felt a small, wickedly delicious sliver of control. 

Kissing Sun and Moon was everything you’d expected and more; wild, insane, and freeing. Their kisses and their embraces promised everything you could ever want. Comfort and security. Laughter and leisure. Never again having to wonder if you were going to be able to keep your clinic afloat for another year. No more lonely nights, no more waking up to solitude. Surely, you would be happy, if you just said one little word. The word they’ve been waiting to hear from the very start.

Slowly you came back down, and Moon pulled you upright onto your feet. For a few heartbeats, you thought he might not let you go. But he did. Reluctantly, perhaps, but he did.

“Have a good night,” he said, before slipping out through the front door.

Sun was quick to follow. “Sweet dreams, love.”

You nodded, feeling a heaviness in your chest as the door closed behind them with a tinkle of bells. Leaning against the door, you touched at your throat where your bells sat. The bells they had gifted you. It took everything you had not to fling open the door and call out after them, or maybe chase them down. You would see them again. Until then, you would pray to anyone who would listen that they stayed safe.

—--

“Tonight was a good night,” Sun commented as they walked back towards the car.

Moon murmured his agreement. Mentally, he was still back in your shop, still holding you against him, still lost in that kiss. He had been surprised by your sudden dominance, but he hadn’t hated it. He rather liked it in fact. It was nice being the one pursued for a change, and not by cops.

He pulled out one of his cigarettes, and was about to light up, but paused. His steps slowed to a halt, and Sun paused as well, staring at Moon curiously. He recalled your words from earlier that night, as he danced with you: “You don't need to be hurt to see me. My door is always open.” Moon wanted to believe that had been sincerity and not just politeness. Knowing you, surely it could only be the former.

“The police are probably still looking for us,” he mused out loud.

“Most certainly,” Sun readily agreed.

“It’d be bad if we led them back to the hideout.” There was of course no chance of that, but Sun’s smile lengthened, clearly willing to play along.

“It would indeed. If only there was somewhere safe for us to lay low.”

“I think I know just the place.”

With that, the two of them turned right back around and headed to your door. Moon was the one to knock, and after a beat or two, you called out, “Who is it?”

“Your favorite customers,” Sun sing-songed.

The sounds of latches being thrown in rapid succession and then the door being thrown open. Your eyes were wide, concerned, but also hopeful.

“Evening, doll,” Moon said with a wide, sharp grin. “We need a place to stay for a bit until the heat dies down.”

A smile bloomed across your features like the most precious and beautiful flower. You gave a soft laugh and stood by to let them through. “Come on in. I’ll put some records on.” They ducked inside and you shut and locked the door. “Just give me a chance to get out of these glad rags.”

“Take your time,” Moon said.

They weren’t planning on leaving you any time soon, their precious little tinkerer. The night was still young after all.

[real-reulbbr-band]

Munk gives up on making Rumpleteazer and Mungojerrie the main dogs in Pekes and Pollicles and picks the newest adults, Plato and Victoria, for the roles at the next ball, but a new problem occurs because of their relationship with each other. They’re too in love to hit each other or act snarly. Victoria tries for Munk's sake, but the moment she feels she hurt Plato's feelings, she breaks character immediately to hug him.

Plato, on the other hand, kept barking at Victoria’s cues, and whenever they’d bark at the same time and get all giggly, Munk offered a kind but impatient smile, otherwise a very reluctant eye roll as he tried to move the song along.

[nevaronn]

she is off to the editors

10.2k words, 25 pages in a google doc and weeks of my life have finally brought Chapter 1 of my slowburn to a close.

Chapter 1 of my slowburn fic titled "Tangled Up [Branches In A Flood]", will be posted tomorrow. TUBIAF is part 1 of a 3 part series that will take us through life of Ikkaku Madarame and Yumichika Ayasegawa before, during, and after the main Bleach series. I am estimating the entire series to be ~80 chapters.

I look forward to bringing this story to you all, it's gonna be a long, wild ride :)

Do enjoy this small snippet in the meantime~