#i was gonna edit my essay so that it's not as rude but maybe now ill just post it as it is

[truessences]

Why Mike Wheeler IS the Heart (Part 1)

I decided to split this into two parts because it was getting long, in this one I'll explain my thoughts on the other party members and in the next part show I will show why I think Mike is.

Well... I had this whole thing almost done but then I accidentally deleted it when I thought I clicked on the icon to edit. So, hopefully this will be a better and more coherent post now that I have to do it over. 

But in this essay I will explain why I think Mike Wheeler is the heart of the party. My mission isn't to convince those of you who don't agree but to explain why it makes perfect sense to me. If you don't agree, you're just not gonna agree. I'm not going to go back and forth with anyone that I don't want to and if you're rude, I'll block you. :D

I do agree that Will's perspective of Mike will color things he may say or feel but I don't think he's wrong.

Part Two Here

When I hear someone say "the heart of the group", what I think that means is someone who is depended on, someone who holds the group together, who may be the leader, who will do whatever they can to protect those they love. They are the "caretaker", someone who may go out of their way to make others feel better or to help. They aren't perfect and if anything, they may take their mistakes or things they couldn't succeed in doing the hardest. They are the ones that the others will look to in hard times or for answers and/or support. Maybe they make the final decisions and/or plans.

I will explain each member of the party quickly, as to why they’re not the heart (overall) and what their roles are. Now, because people change and evolve, some will overlap but it’s not a “definitive… you are the heart”, but a “you’ve been heart at this time” lol. 

Max Mayfield (Zoomer)- Unlike the others, Max’s D&D position as “Zoomer” isn’t something that actually exists within the game, but something she made up, which actually makes sense for her because while Dustin and Lucas tried to invite her into the party, she basically did insert herself into the group, going as far as to give herself a title to Mike (the leader). Even after he told her their party was full lol. I think that fits Max. She’s also too new to be the heart of the party, not to mention, she doesn’t understand the others the way she thinks she does. Max isn’t my favorite but I do like her, she grew on me a lot as I’ve rewatched the show. Max cares about her loved ones, I don’t doubt that, but she’s a bit too consistently callous to be the heart of the party. This isn’t a dig at her but a fair assessment. Even though I loved her friendship with Eleven in S3, she was really misguided in how she was handling the situation with Mike and Eleven.

Lucas (Ranger)- I think Lucas has a lot of heart and does a lot of things, particularly in the 4th season that shows that he has a lot of heart however, I don’t think that’s his role. Compared to the others, Lucas has a major tendency to be level headed, skeptical, pragmatic and realistic. They’re basically the same thing but you know what I mean lol. This is shown from him in season one when he is rightfully suspicious of Eleven and ultimately doesn’t want anything to do with her. He softens later in the season because he realizes that she was trying to protect them and that she wasn’t lying about the bad men. But his feelings were valid, he wanted to protect his friends and find WIll, that was important to him, plus the situation is weird. It makes sense lol. We see him being skeptical the entirety of season 1 and this is set up in the first scene with our party, where he’s telling Dustin “It’s not the demogorgon!” and he does the same thing later “It’s not the thessalhydra”. But we also see that he’s brave, because he tells Will to fireball the monster, without hesitation. He kept his friend group grounded and took finding Will extremely seriously (not that the others didn’t but he was tunnel vision). He had a tendency to be defensive and reactionary. But we know he’s sweet and we see a lot more of this side in later seasons. However, Lucas’s role, I think, gets significantly reduced in season 2, he really spends a lot of the time trying to get close to Max to tell her what’s going on. He’s way more open-minded, which is a good thing, but sometimes it’s stupid because where’s the self preservation Lucas! (I’m talking about him going to Max’s house with the chance of Billy answering the door, but maybe he didn’t realize this was a real problem). We also see him be the only one who listens and gives advice to Mike in season 3 when it comes to the relationship problems between him and Eleven. We saw a mature side of Lucas, even being strong enough to admit his own mistakes, even if it’s in a joking manner. Compared to the others, he might have a tendency to be a bit close minded, which prevents him from being the heart but he HAS extreme heart. This is particularly shown in season 4, where I think Lucas really shines, the way that he’s supporting Max, even when in the beginning he was dealing with his own crisis of identity. This is probably the most character growth we’ve seen from him. However, I’ve always viewed Lucas as the strength of the party. In season 1, he was ready with his wrist rocket against the demogorgon. He did the same in season 2. Since his role is a ranger, they can often rely on bows and arrows, which is similar to Lucas’s long range weapon, same in season 3 when he uses the fireworks to throw at the Mind Flayer. But Mike was able to lean on him in S3 when no one else did that. He was there for Max in S4. Lucas is the strength. 

Will (Cleric)- So I know people like to say that Will is the heart of the party because seasons 1 and 2 centered around him but that would make him the catalyst, not the heart. I actually think Will is the least empathetic of the party. He is the reason why the boys got involved with everything, but we didn’t get to know him a ton in S1 and in S2, he was struggling the entire time. People don’t lean on Will, we don’t see him actually being there for someone else until S4. To me, “the heart of the group” is a person who other people lean on and that hasn’t been Will. I feel like people only say that because of him being a catalyst and because he’s an emotional character. I feel like he really gets the chance to be a character in S3, because he’s not missing and he’s not being possessed/hunted. But now it’s like he’s missed everything. All of his besties have girlfriends and have found other interests (not that they’re ignoring him completely, they clearly have hung out, gone to the mall and the movies often) and he’s probably feeling left behind, which is fair. His feelings are valid. A cleric is a magic user, a healer and can be a support character in the party. Something I found interesting, is that once a player chooses to be a cleric, that role can be pushed into adventure because of something else, “because their God demands it”, it may not be something they choose, which I think fits Will. He gets taken to the Upside Down, (though I’m not sure how I feel about this whole ‘he was chosen and not random’ they seem to be inching towards) against his will and then in S2, he’s the host for the Mind Flayer, against his will again. He’s been very passive. I think there are some instances with his kindness that would make a person think “Oh Will’s the heart”, but I think this really only comes in S4, when he’s being so supportive of Mike or how he’s trying to be there for Eleven in school. I think these things are really kind of him but that’s not enough to me to classify him as “The heart of the party.” I’m not sure what I’d say he is… the tear ducts? Lol People just want him to be a sad boi lol

Dustin (The Bard)- I think out of the others, Dustin is close enough to the title of “the heart” but I’ve always considered Dustin to be the Brain of the party. He’s the overall smartest of the group, seems to really excel in science and has an overall general knowledge of all nerdy things. What I think is interesting about Dustin, is that while he looks at things in a logical sense, similarly to Lucas, he may be a bit more open minded, similar to Mike, even if he proceeds cautiously, which is demonstrated when he tells Will in S1 to “cast protection”. He plays it safe. He does later become braver and willing to take risks, which is shown when he tells Will to “fireball the sonofabitch” at the end of the season. While in the beginning he was skeptical of Eleven, he was more open to having her around and her helping them, especially once he realized she had powers. He also played mediator between Lucas (the skeptic) and Mike (open-minded) and he strives for peace between his friends, it’s the rule of law after all. What I think is interesting with Dustin though, is that he ends up spending a lot of time with Steve in S2 and S3, so he gains a little advantage and different perspectives. Being with Steve, he gains some confidence that the others may not have or will get later. Another big thing for Dustin, is that we see him be the MVP of the show. This is shown in how he understands situations and puts them into a perspective that is accessible to others, even if his tone can be arrogant lol. Which I think is why he’s the Bard in their party, because they are known to be artistic storytellers, sometimes even using songs when interacting with others, which works since Dustin is the talkative one, he’s the one always explaining stuff to others, and of course his iconic scene with Suzie where he sings. I feel like his role is pretty clear cut in the group, he’s changed the least I think. Just like the others, he has a lot of heart but isn’t the “heart of the party”. 

Eleven (The Mage)- Eleven is the main character of the show period, and it’s because of the boys finding her that they got even more involved with The Upside Down and all that stuff. Eleven is even more a catalyst than Will but her role is way more involved and active compared to Will’s role. She’s the “hero” role, which is further cemented with how Mike calls her Superman compared to him being her Lois Lane. She’s literally the power of the group, and even though she’s the most powerful, she still has a lot of learning to do on her own when it comes to who she is, who she wants to be and she does a lot learning when around different people. She learned about love, kindness and friendship from Mike and the others, she learned motherly love when Joyce welcomed her in. With Hopper, she learned about fatherly love,  safety and all of the emotions that come with an overprotective dad. With Max she learned independence and how to have fun with your girls! Eleven is used to being relied on for her power not her emotions. Instead, she has to find and rely on love to motivate her, she doesn’t quite do the motivating. If you get what I’m saying. Eleven is the main character, the power but not the heart.

Stay tuned for part 2...

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[b00t-s]

oh yeah, it's *totally* hate

First part of my Barista au

Roman he/she, Janus xey/xem

Please tell me if I'm being insensitive to any of the genders mentioned, I will correct it gay straight away.

T.W. Swearing, baristas may be triggered byRoman's incredibly long order, Roman being Roman, Janus being Janus, I think that's it :)

Summary: Roman meets Janus for the First time, thinks xey're attractive and tries to convince himself that he completely hates xem. He fails.

From the perspective of Roman, third person.

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Roman strolled in the café, hearing the comforting ding of the bell as she did. He was carrying her unnecessarily huge leather satchel across her shoulder, which contained his script and whatever crap she refuses to take out. He wore a deep red crop top with a singular crown located on the left sleeve, complete with blue skinny jeans. Her skin was a light coffee colour, which complemented her fluffy, hazelnut hair, accompanied with a side shave on each side.

He walked with confidence up to the counter, expecting to see Patton there, or at least Virgil. Roman instead found herself looking straight into the heterochromia eyes of a, roman admitted, extremely attractive person.

Xey had dirty blond hair that was hurriedly pulled into a low ponytail, a black hat placed precisely on top. Xey wore the companies apron over a black turtle neck, with a plastic name badge pinned to the apron that said 'Janus’.

After staring at xem for a creepy amount of time, Roman became self-aware that Janus was staring impatiently back at him. Roman cleared her throat to try and empty her head of many contradicting thoughts, and prepared himself to speak to this insanely hot person.

"Hi, you must be new here! I'm Roman, spelt with a 'R'. Can I have, you might want to write this down, a Double Ristretto Venti Half-Soy Nonfat Decaf Organic Chocolate Brownie Iced Vanilla Double-Shot Gingerbread Frappuccino Extra Hot With Foam Whipped Cream Upside Down Double Blended, One Sweet'N Low and One Nutrasweet at 70 degrees fahrenheit Pease."

Janus looked unimpressed, and did not write anything down. Xey started to make her drink.

"So, your the famous Roman," xey drawled, "Patton said you didn't come at night shifts" Roman thought he would pass out at Janus' voice. "He's in the back, by the way." xey continued, slamming down the drink. Roman took it, still stunned. "Now kindly fuck off, I'm busy."

"Right. Thank you-" She hurried off to the back, throwing off her bag when he saw Patton.

"Ok, why is that new guy hot I don't like it"

Patton chuckled.

"Oh, you mean Janus? Xey're not new, they just do night shifts. You think xey're hot?" Patton looked at Roman with The Lenny Face.

"Well-I mean nooo I was just--xey just---maybe--well just a little." Roman took a sip of his drink, and immediately spat it out.

"What the hell, this is disgusting! So bitter and none of the syrups I asked for! Maybe your machine is broken?" Roman knew that the machine wasn't responsible for all the extra's she'd ordered but Janus wouldn't make a horrible drink right? Otherwise xey would lose xeir job, right?

Patton burst out laughing.

"You said Jan served you?" Roman nodded "Yeah, Xey don't like you"

Patton tries not to be mean but he couldn't help finding the situation funny as he pointed at Roman's coffee cup. Roman looked at it and saw the name Janus had written there.

She gasped in half-shock, half-offence. "Well I don't like xem either! That is NOT my name! Xey are rude and-and wore too much makeup!"

"Roman, be nice, there's nothing wrong with wearing makeup." Patton retorted.

Roman and Patton carried on talking, and Roman disposed of the cup with a singular word on it;

'Beef.'

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[abreathofthewild]

And They Were Roommates, Chapter 2/?

Summary: After the events of Endgame, the Avengers try to regain a semblance of normalcy. Steve Rogers decides to move to a small town, get a regular job and a regular roommate…

Word Count: 3709

Warnings: mentions of alcohol. aftermath of a break-in. mentions of blood (small amount!). suggestiveness. eventual warnings for traumatic flashbacks and ptsd. eventual warnings for smut.

Notes: Hello friends! As promised, Chapter 2 of And They Were Roommates is here. I had a ton of help from @gothiclocalcryptid​ who went above and beyond proofreading and editing with me so HUGE shoutout to her <3.  It was so much fun writing this chapter, especially since I got the inspiration to somehow double the word count?! My essays could never. Thanks for reading and I hope y’all enjoy!

Links: Chapter 1

The physical act of getting out of bed two hours later was nearly impossible. You could care less if you fell into a hole and never came back out. Even the sun rising, soft and golden over the skyline, and the smell of freshly ground coffee beans serenading your senses didn’t really improve your mood.

“Not to be rude, but you look like death warmed over.” The second opening barista, Vanessa, almost never minced words. This morning was no exception. You shot her a playful glare as you followed her to the back, throwing your bag and jean jacket into your locker as she placed another tray of crescents in the oven. “Long night?” The question was followed by her handing you an iced coffee with heavy cream, just the way you liked it.

“How’d you guess?” Your question and expression dripped with sarcasm. “Steve--”

“Steve. Steve! If I hear this story I know I’m going to feel like kicking his ass.”

You gathered your hair into a ponytail and sighed, taking another long sip of your drink. At 6:30, customers were starting to file in, but the early birds were sporadic; it wouldn’t get really busy until about 9 or so. Your face lit up as you greeted the older woman who had walked up to the counter, and she frowned as she heard the tail end of Vanessa’s sentence. After making her latte with no foam, you proceeded to set up extra pastries in the display case and wipe down the countertops.

“Look. He pays half the rent, and we never specified we couldn’t bring people to the house. But sometimes, he decides that 2 AM is a good time to bring home… guests.” You didn’t need to bring other people down to get your point across. But... there was an underlying feeling there you didn’t want to acknowledge. Sure, these girls were gorgeous, but they seemed so… fake. Maybe they didn’t seem fake, so much as not right for Steve. Vanessa saw the excuse me expression manifest on your face as you warred with the thought. You proceeded to tell her how the rest of the young woman’s visit had gone. “...And now he’s picking me up when I get off.” You decided to leave out the part where you walked in and he had watched you watch him. The part where your heart had stuttered so hard in your chest you knew the super soldier could hear it. The part where his mouth so close to your ear had sent a shiver tripping down your spine.

“Earth. To. Y/n.” Vanessa’s mouth was agape as she waved her hand in front of your face. “Girl, where the hell did you go just then? Is there something you’re not telling me? I mean, what could be better than finding out that Captain America is taking my favorite coworker on a date?!”

“It’s not a da--”

“Ah! Ah! Don’t interrupt me! What could be better than finding that out? You’ve despised his cocky attitude. He brings random girls home all the time. It’s not very considerate. He knows he’s too beautiful for his own good and he shows it. Yet, despite being woken up like two hours before you had to get ready for work, you’ve gotten surprisingly peppy the longer you’ve been here. Could it be… No.” Vanessa gasped as a huge shit-eating grin plastered itself on her face. You eyed her warily while the sudden feeling of being totally exposed washed over you. “Could it be you like him?” You shook your head vigorously. Nope. No way.

“Um, no? You just gave me a bullet list of all the things to dislike. I’m sure he was different… before… We all were. He is a hero. Always will be. But he’s at a different point in his life now. I haven’t seen the good guy side of him in person.” Your mind skipped over his smile in the photo on the mantle. “He’s a cad!” You said in your best British accent. Vanessa glared at you in playful disbelief.

“Sure. Okay. I’ll play along. Do you even know where you’re going? Do you have anything to change into?” She emphasized the last question like it was the most important thing in the world. You shrugged your shoulders. In all honesty, the only thing you could focus on that morning was to throw some makeup staples in your bag as you had stumbled out the door. She closed her eyes and let out a quiet sigh. “It’s all good. I’ve got something. I always keep a dress in my car, just in case.”

“Vanessa, you’re too much,” you giggled. “I don’t really wear dresses. He sees me like this every day. It’s not a date. He’s taking me out as an apology. If he can’t deal with me in jeans and a t-shirt, that’s his problem, not mine.”

“You’re with me for another six hours, and I can be very convincing.”

Sure enough, 12:45 rolled around--the two mid-shifters taking over for you two having already clocked in--and Vanessa was pushing you into the employee bathroom to change. You applied some mascara, tinted chapstick, and slipped into the dress. The white cotton felt like heaven, and the v-neck did everything for your curves. You made a mental note to attempt to get something for her that could pay her back. After you let your hair down from the ponytail that was starting to give you a slight headache, you stepped out and grabbed your bag. When you came around front, Vanessa stopped dead in her tracks.

“Ay, Dios mio! You’re gonna make me regret wearing that dress after you, ‘cause I know it won’t look that good on me.” She hooked her arm in yours as the two of you meandered to the front of the coffee shop. “Are you nervous?”

You turned your head sharply in her direction. Were you nervous?

“No, why would I be?”

Vanessa rolled her eyes. “I am still 100 percent convinced this is a date. I would be nervous. What time is it?” You glanced at your phone screen. The numbers read 1:06. A slight flutter of uncertainty pinged around your chest. That first thought of this is stupid… I’m stupid. You shook your head to clear it.

“Let’s go outside and wait. It’s so pretty out today!” It was. There were exactly five tables and chairs outside, and luckily, the one that sat under the dogwood tree was free. It was tucked farther in the back, closer to the building, with an unobstructed view of the street. These factors all made for good people watching. One considerably long conversation later, which had been punctuated by periodic glances at your phone under the guise of checking the time, Vanessa finally hopped up from her seat, planting her hands firmly on her hips as she leveled a stern look at you.

“Uh-uh, we’re not doing this. He proved whatever point needed to be proved. You’ve got better things to do with your time. There’s a new little Mexican-Korean fusion place down the street that I’ve been dying to try. We could drive there faster than you can walk home!” She held her hand out to you, and amidst the usual ‘I’m sure something came up’ excuses you were making for him (making excuses for him--what even was that thought process), you decided to take her lead on things. It wasn’t exactly like you were surprised but it still felt like a rock had been dropped in the pit of your stomach. The afternoon sun was now beating down on the two of you, and an air-conditioned building sounded so good.

“I do have to go home at some point though,” you intoned on a sigh. “It’s gonna be awkward. Probably. Maybe I’ll get lucky and he’ll act like nothing happened.”

Vanessa scoffed. “Unlikely, but some good food and a couple of margaritas will be sure to help that anxiety float away.”

“Nessa! Day drinking? I’m simply scandalized.” But once again, Vanessa was right, and after a Korean Lime Margarita and some excellent Kimchi street tacos, you were in high spirits and ready to take on whatever awaited you back at the house. Vanessa offered to give you a ride home, but you opted for the fresh air and the walk since you were about twenty minutes away. It would give you time to clear your head.

The sun was still out in full force, but a lively breeze had come about so that by the time you turned off of Main Street onto Pine Street, you felt as if you were walking on clouds. Steve had better things to do with his time than to make sure your feelings weren’t hurt. You were a grown woman and he had apologized last night. And if he had been rude today by not shooting you a text letting you know he couldn’t make it… well, it wasn’t unexpected coming from the Steve you knew.

You were so engrossed in giving yourself a pep talk that you got up to your front door, key in hand, without noticing that the door was in fact already open. Immediately the hairs went up on your neck. Something was off. Your breathing came out a little bit fast and shallow. Where was Steve? It was the first thought you could latch on to. He wouldn’t be home. Right? If somebody had broken in he would have made fast work of them. Maybe you were being silly. Should you call out for him? Should you even go inside?

You stood frozen on the doorstep, keys in hand as a makeshift weapon, until you heard noise coming from inside. It sounded like someone was sweeping up broken glass. A sigh of relief escaped your lungs when you finally stepped over the threshold and made your way past the living room and into the kitchen. There was Steve, the door to the backyard open and letting in the breeze. The first thing to catch your eye was the cabinet door hanging on one hinge. The second was all the broken glass. There was so much of it, probably from the dishes that had fallen out of the broken cabinet. Steve was sweeping it into the dustpan. The third thing you noticed was when he finally realized you were there, and he turned to you on a dime. You took in his face; it was flushed, and a nasty open gash was slowly bleeding down the left side of his face.

Time stopped for a moment as the two of you watched each other. The light coming through the west-facing kitchen window was golden, slanting in such a way that it hit Steve’s hair just right, setting it alight. At first, his expression was uncertain. Then his eyes widened, almost imperceptibly, as he realized what he had missed. He turned and threw the debris into the trash can he had dragged to the middle of the floor. His movements were slow, deliberate. You set your bag on the hook next to the open door and walked over to the sink, grabbing a cloth and wetting it down.

“What happened?” You heard him take a deep breath behind you. “Steve, sit down. Let’s take care of that cut.” It was surprising that he did as he was told, the second-hand oak chair creaking under the size of him. You moved slowly as you walked towards him, sensing that whatever had happened was a big deal; the normally-outspoken super soldier seemed at a loss for words.

When he was sitting, it gave you the once-in-a-lifetime chance to be looking down at him. He was still tall, only a few inches shorter in this position, but it was a different perspective nonetheless. The clean washcloth you had wet down felt cool in your hands. The sensation was the only thing keeping you grounded when you stopped in front of him, stepping between his knees to get a closer look at the wound. You bit your lip as you concentrated, softening the dabbing motions when Steve hissed at the contact.

“This should be healing, shouldn’t it?” Your voice was much quieter than you intended it to be. “Do we need to contact S.H.I.E.L.D?” He shook his head and closed his eyes; you had full opportunity to study his face. The beard had been a nice addition, you thought absently. His eyelashes were fanned out across his cheeks. Who had eyelashes that long? It was a bit ridiculous. His lips were pursed and quite involuntarily you wondered what it would be like to kiss them. A lock of hair had fallen into his face, and as you brushed it back, carding your fingers through the dark golden crown, his hands flew up to grasp your hips.

The motion startled you, but you were rooted to the spot. His hands were big, and the gentle motion of his thumbs made your breathing hitch. This was dangerous territory that definitely felt like it was coming out of nowhere. You weren’t equipped to deal with something like this. The heart behind your ribcage was thundering, thumping so hard you were sure it was going to give you away, betray you, and the emotions suddenly washing over you.

“I don’t need to contact them. Just a break-in that I wasn’t expecting. I chased him off. Normal life’s left me soft,” he finally gritted out in a quiet baritone. His hands were still splayed on your hips, and it took everything in you not to lean into the touch. “Guess I have to figure out some other way to say sorry.” You watched as his eyes fluttered open and a sheepish grin painted itself across his face. Was there an invitation there?

A shaky sigh escaped your mouth as you reluctantly extracted your hands from his hair and stepped back; you rolled your eyes, and just like that the old magic of the moment was broken. Still, something skipped in the air around you.

“You hardly have to worry about missing today when you were fighting an intruder, Steve. Don’t be ridiculous. Whaddya say to just whipping something up here and watching a movie? That’s my kind of apology anyway.” You dropped the cloth in the sink and turned around, crossing your arms and leaning back to look at him again. The physical distance had allowed the fog in your brain to clear just a little bit, until you saw the way he was watching you. Lazy, but focused at the same time. “What?” Your skin felt warm under his gaze.

“Nothing. You just look nice is all. Was that dress for me?” If anyone had looked at you right now, you were sure you would have looked like a deer in headlights. You weren’t sure whether to answer or not. His voice had gone all low, and now he was standing, making his way over to you with sure, slow steps. The floor creaked slightly under his weight. Oh, definitely not good. Steve reached forward once more, correcting the strap that had fallen down your shoulder. Goosebumps raced over your flesh. “I like the idea of staying here better too,” he rumbled. You pursed your lips and nodded, taking another huge breath.

“All right then. Um, I guess we should fix that cabinet door first?” Steve’s eyes searched yours for a moment before smiling and ducking his head.

“Yeah, I’ll grab the toolbox from the garage. I’ll take care of that if you can finish cleaning the mess off the counter?” Another nod.

“I’ll check the fridge too, I’m pretty sure we have all the ingredients for pizza.” You took a moment to watch his face; his eyes were distant. It took everything in you to tamp down the urge to reach out and touch him. “Steve, are you good?”

He stuck both thumbs in the air as he headed past you to the garage. Something in the set of his shoulders and the way he quickly avoided your gaze said otherwise, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it. The idea that this had just been a normal break-in seemed unlikely. Even if Steve hadn’t been interacting with S.H.I.E.L.D outside of occasional check-ins, there was no way Steve would have been caught off guard by a normal human being. Still, it didn’t feel like the right time to question him about it.

The two of you made quick work of the mess. After a small disagreement on whether pineapple actually belongs on pizza, with a compromise of half with pineapple, half without, the two of you finally settled on the couch to watch the movie. It was some secret agent rom-com you’d seen a few times before, but that always fit the bill for a chill night at the house. Steve, on the other hand, had not seen it and felt obligated to point out all the flaws in the action scenes. It made you smirk and elbow him more than once. After a while, though, you began to feel the tell-tale signs of sleep, your eyes drooping and your breath slowing.

It didn’t take him very long to notice.“Wanna head to bed, sleepyhead?”

You turned to him, your gaze briefly unfocused, and poked his arm.“I wouldn’t be tired at only eight pm if I hadn’t been woken up two hours before my four am alarm,” you replied with a smirk. Despite yourself, however, a yawn escaped your mouth. “I’ll take care of the dishes, it will help me wake up enough to finish the movie. You need to take a shower or anything after fighting the big bad wolf?”

Steve crossed his arms and let out a snort. You nudged his arm again with your elbow. “All jokes aside, thanks for keeping our house safe.” He stilled next to you but finally nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re welcome. Uh, yeah, I’ll go take a shower. You sure you don’t want any help?” Again, had he always been this nice?

“You’re fine. Go on.” If you had been able to read his mind, you would have known that to hear you say “our house” lit a fire in his veins. You wandered into the kitchen, noting how every detail seemed in focus; the night sounds coming in the open window, the smells of the breeze, the way the tile felt cool under your bare feet. The air felt charged with… what? You noted the gradual switch in your brain. Just this morning, you had been able to rattle off in your head all the reasons you hated living with Steve. You had even contemplated looking for someone else to room with. And now… now, after a brief conversation and some wound care, you really couldn’t figure out why you had decided to hate him. Hate was a pretty strong word.

Two plates and some intense daydreaming later, you wandered back into the living room just as Steve came back down the hallway, adjusting his shirt over the lower half of his stomach.

You were glad the lighting was low, because you were sure he would have seen the flush creep into your cheeks at the glimpse of bare skin across his abdomen. Absolutely ridiculous. Finish the movie. Go to bed. It was very simple. Or better yet, fake a headache? Could Captain America tell when someone was lying? Would you be surprised if he could? No. You sneaked a sideways glance at him as you sat down again. He smelled fresh and like a hint of Old Spice. His hair was combed back but still wet; little water droplets clung to the ends. Without a second thought, you reached out and turned his face to look at you.

“How’s that cut,” you murmured, suddenly quiet. The wound that just hours before had looked like it would need stitches now looked like a thin pink line. Oh god, his face was so close. You could close the space easily. There, there was that look again. Steve was not one to shy away from looking someone in the eyes, and every time he had looked at you in the last twenty-four hours had left you feeling weak and heavy, but in the best sort of way. Your phone buzzed from its place on the coffee table in front of you, the name “VANESSA” emblazoned on the front. You released a breath you hadn’t released you were holding and snatched the phone up. Steve cleared his throat and sat back.

“Hey, Nessa, what’s up?” What was up was that the opener for tomorrow morning had called out, and you were the most reliable on short notice. You agreed to cover the shift and let out a groan of disappointment when she told you she was working the night shift, so you wouldn’t even get to see her. Steve guessed what had happened from the conversation he could hear on his end (actually, he could easily hear both ends of the conversation, but that point was moot) so he locked up while you were getting last minute details.

“It’s all good,” he laughed when you tried to apologize. “We can finish the movie some other time. I had fun tonight. Oh, and, uh, thanks for the medical care.” He had shoved his hands in his sweatpants pockets and was rocking back on his heels. He looked every bit like someone who was definitely planning out his next move. He looked nervous, and somehow you couldn’t wrap your brain around that.

“Was the least I could do. I’ll see ya tomorrow?” Steve ducked his head with a smile. A smile that could stop traffic. A smile that had been burned into the mind of every US citizen as the poster boy for America. But to you, it was a smile that was warm. Familiar. And somehow now a smile that was starting to whisper home.

“Yeah, see you tomorrow.” Was there a promise there? You kept the shower water cold that night, trying to focus on something other than Steve Rogers.

#and were live #and they were roommates #inthorantine writes #steve rogers x reader #captain america x reader #steve rogers #captain america #guys im so hype #i cant believe i drilled out #close to 4k words #let me know what yall think

[rickyd-c]

"Daddy, will you read me my favourite bedtime story?"

"And which one would that be? Babbity Rabbity?"

"No Daddy! The one with the pretty princess and the rude school boy!"

Draco sat down on the bed next to his daughter.

"Ah of course. Can i tell you a secret?"

Lyra nodded her head, leaning closer to her dad so he could whisper.

"It's my favourite story too." He took out Lyra's 'story book' and began:

Once upon a time there was a beautiful princess who lived in a tower surrounded by fools. She was not only the most beautiful of princesses, she was also incredibly smart and kind. One day she was to help an extremely rude school boy with his work. You see the rude boy was also smart but he was lazy and entitled.

Draco had been doing well so far but then he began struggling with his Charms classes. He first tried to bully Flitwick into giving him better grades but he would hear nothing of the sort. Flitwick suggested he ask the smartest person in the year to help him. The boy had no idea who that might be, he had thought all along that he was the smartest.

"Well who is the smartest person in the year, Professor?"

Professor Flitwick paged through his mark book looking for the person with the highest grades. "That would be... Miss Granger."

Draco rolled his eyes. "You can't be serious sir, she doesn't even have magical parents!"

"Well my boy you do and yet your grades have slipped a whole letter."

He glared at the professor before drawing a deep breath. "... fair point sir. Could you ask miss Granger to help me after classes then?"

"Oh I think it would mean much more if you asked her yourself."

He grumbled as he Ieft the room. How was he supposed to ask Granger for help if she lived in a tower on the opposite side of the castle? He was going to have to somehow get her attention without anybody else noticing he was talking to her.

When Draco got up the next day he had a plan. He got dressed and headed up to breakfast alone so that he might catch Hermione before her friends woke up. He walked into the Great Hall and found her eating breakfast alone with her Potions book propped up against a water jug.

"A little light reading with breakfast?"

She jumped and accidentally elbowed him in the ribs.

"Malfoy you startled me! Harry isn't here for you to annoy."

Draco rubbed his chest and sat down next to her. "I'm actually here to talk to you if you don't mind?"

"Why would you want to talk to a mudblood like me?"

He hung his head. He knew this was a bad idea. He had never been a nice person but he really wanted to try.

"Okay I deserved that. It might make you happy to know that I'm actually doing really badly in Charms so Professor Flitwick suggested I ask you to tutor me. You don't have to say yes but will you at least think about it?"

She turned away from Draco, closing her textbook giving herself time to mull things over. She picked up her bag and swung it over her shoulder.

"I'll take it into consideration."

Draco cleaned his cauldron and packed away his remaining supplies. He then returned to his desk to find a neatly written note

Library 7pm, please don't be late

Hermione was sitting at a table near the back of the library, half hidden by a large stack of books.

"I'm not late am I?" The boy sat down across from her.

"Not at all, just getting in a little extra reading before this session."

"What extra reading is that?"

"It's not really any of your business. Now why did Professor Flitwick suggest I help you out?"

"He told me to ask the smartest person in the class to help me, I was always under the impression that that was me." He shrugged his shoulders.

"Being the second smartest is also ok." She had a smug look on her face.

"Second smartest in Charms maybe, in Potions I'm far superior!"

"Fine, I'll help you but I'm not doing the work for you. Now where do you want to start..."

Three weeks later Draco entered the library as was his routine by now to find Hermione fast asleep on her open textbook. He stood next to her, looking down on her peaceful face. She reminded him of a princess in a fairytale his mother used to read to him. He gently reached out and shook her shoulder.

"Granger, it's time to get up."

She jumped up and rubbed her face. "Malfoy! Sorry, I was editing Ron's essay till two this morning so I was just resting my eyes."

"Your kindness will be the death of you. Do you need a hand with your own work?"

"Why would you offer to help me? Don't you need to focus on yourself?"

"It's gonna be really hard to compete with you if you take yourself out of the running don't you think? Besides you've given me all the motivation I needed to get my grades up." He leaned closer to the book and she studied his profile.

"So what are you struggling with at the moment?"

"Um... I just can't seem to get this one potion right, the consistency is just always a little too thin."

"Ok tell me how you prepare your ingredients?"

She began listing off how each component was sliced, diced and juiced.

"Ok stop right there. If you need a thicker potion you should keep all root ingredients in larger pieces. Instead of chopping them finely rather cut them into inch large pieces."

"But the instructions are to finely chop!"

"Granger, not every line in every textbook is meant to be taken as law. Potions has a slightly intuitive aspect to it. Do you trust me?"

"Trust you? No. But I am willing to take your advice in this instance."

"Well that's a start. Why don't we pick up this session again next week and you can go rest tonight. It will be no fun beating you in tomorrow's quiz if you're too tired to really try." And with a wink Draco left a blushing Hermione behind. He turned back to see a small smile on her face and he grinned.

"Oof! Draco honey watch where you're walking!" Pansy was pressed up against his chest looking up at him half annoyed and half excited. "I'm glad you bumped into me, I was actually just looking for you." Draco pushed Pansy off his chest and rolled his eyes at her. "No pet names Parkinson, what do you want?" "Could you help me with my Potions essay?" He pushed past her on his way down to the common room. "You know I'm not into helping people."

"Draco it's late, you've been a big help thank you but if you have other things to do you can go." Hermione reached out to pat his arm but pulled back.

"Don't worry Hermione, I finished all my work earlier. I can help you till you feel ready to stop." He smiled at her before turning back to the textbook between them.

"Can i ask you something? Something kind of personal?" She waited for him to look up at her again.

"You can ask but I might not have an answer."

"Why are you still here? You got your grades back up already so you no longer need my help."

Draco took a deep breath. "It's true I no longer need your help. But..." He reached out and took Hermione's hand. "... You still need mine."

Draco looked down at his sleeping daughter and smiled. He lay her down on her pillows, tucked her in and kissed her forehead.

"What ever did happen to that rude boy and the kind princess?"

Draco turned around with a large smile on his face. He walked towards his beautiful wife and held her in his arms.

"Well the boy became less rude, he passed all his classes with top grades and got a great job so he could provide for his family. The princess also did extremely well and I'd like to believe she's enjoying her life."

Hermione rolled her eyes then looked up and kissed her husband softly.

"She found her happily ever after, even if her stubborn husband refuses to believe it!"

Not my ship but this was so fun to write

#dramione without all the angst

#academic rivals to lovers

@tequilatanandsunnyskies

#dramione #fluff #draco malfoy #hermione granger

[jettingtothemoon]

'get to know me' tag game

Rules: answer the questions and tag people you'd like to get to know better.

Tagged by: @loki-noya11, i don’t usually do these on this account so i figured i’d give it a go. thank you for the tag!

Tagging: idk, anyone who wants to do it plus @danyzta, @excusemin, @ezralia-writes and @stabyomates. of course, none of you guys have to do this if you don’t want to ^-^

putting the questions under the cut because this could get long

What do you prefer to be called name-wise?

online - whatever you want to call me really. some just call me authornim although that’s mostly on ao3. others call me pluto and some call me kato if they know me personally or from my other blog. i don’t mind whichever you call me so take your pick or come up with something new entirely.

irl - kate or kato nickname wise so you can probably guess what my actual name is, or at least something close 🤷‍♀️

When is your birthday?

20th of september

En donde Vives?

spanish classes coming in handy here, i live in england ^-^

Three things you are doing right now:

1. listening to music

2. about to start writing

3. stressing about all my assignments that are due in january. the essay won’t write itself but like maybe it will if i leave it long enough? 😅 (at this rate i’m never gonna get my degree istg smh)

Four fandoms that have piqued your interest?

most currently, bungou stray dogs because that anime is so good and i’ve been missing out. literally in love with dazai, if i haven’t mentioned that before 😅

idk any more recent ones so i’ll state some present ones now i guess. firstly, i’m a my day, stan day6 for clear skin

also a once, stan twice

and of course, (ima put these two together because lets be honest, if you know my blog then you all know them already) castlevania and bnha

How has the pandemic been treating you?

i’m an introvert so being indoors was nice at first but now it’s suffocating. i miss my friends and family so much. we’ve also just gone into tier 4 where i live, which is another lockdown, so that’s fun. but i do have plenty of time to write, watch tv and play cyberpunk so it’s not so bad. although my brother and sister are literally driving me round the bend.

A song you can't stop listening to right now?

i’ve got two. jogging - lucy and cry to me - solomon burke. go listen to them both, they’re so good. although i’m sure 99.9% of you will have heard cry to me before, it’s a classic.

How old are you?

i’m 19 ^-^

School, univerisity, occupation, other?

fresher (first year) in university and professional freeloader so i can work on my writing in my free time😅

Do you prefer heat or cold?

i’ve decided i hate them both. i just want it to be a comfortbale warm. i’m either too hot and sweaty or freezing my tits off and I AM SICK OF IT. so please, weather, good ol’ mother nature, just chill out and let me live in peace.

Name one fact others may not know about you.

i wear glasses 🤷‍♀️

Are you shy?

yes and no because i’m pretty sure it’s just the social anxiety

Pronouns?

she / her

Biggest pet peeves?

plagiarism. if it’s not your work stop stealing it? this is mostly aimed at wattpad, specifically the graphic designers on there because trust me, the community is full of people who steal other’s work. but also at the people who steal writing and fanfics too, it hasn’t happened to me yet (as far as i know) but i have seen it happen and it really disappoints me about the online community. oh, and don’t even get me started on people who plagiarise and steal people’s original art work. no cool guys.

What is your favorite "dere" type?

bakadere. i love the ‘stupid/silly’ clumsy types. i guess they remined me of myself and they’re, more often than not, cute ^-^

Rate your life from 1-10, 1 being crappy and 10 being the best it could be.

8 maybe? i’m pretty good at ignoring the things that would get me down and just cranking up the music to keep my spirits lifted. i’m also really enjoying university atm, even if it’s a lot of hard work, because i’m studying something i love. there are obviously things that suck atm, mostly to do with the pandemic and other family things but mostly i’m pretty happy despite how this year has gone.

What's your main blog?

i have two. this one for my anime fics/stuff and @katobobato for anything and everything kpop related.

List your side blogs and what they're used for.

@plutoficrecs - mostly anime-related fic recommendations. @plutoreblogs - for me to reblog things that aren’t necessarily related to my main blog. (keeps my main nice and tidy). @katobobatoedits​ - edits and things, although i haven’t used it much recently. @katoficrecs - mostly kpop-related fic recommendations.

Is there something people need to know about you before becoming friends?

i’m really friendly (at least that’s how i aim to come off) and love making new friends so feel free to drop into my inbox or even my pms if you want to ask me anything or have a chat. but i don’t deal with anyone who is hateful, rude, or disrespects/discriminates against anyone else. so please don’t contact me if you’re racist, sexist, homophobic, transphobic, etc. 

well, that’s everything so thanks if you actually read this far 😊

#tag game

[ghostlywritten]

Too Nice To Say Goodbye

Words: 1,5k+

A random urge to type on my phone during my half an hour train ride, let’s do this. Not edited.

You grabbed his hand as soon as he rounded the car and he smiled sweetly at you, leading the way up to your friend’s apartment. Clinging on his arm you watched the door open, revealing Johnny along with Haechan craning his head over his shoulder. 

“Welcome to my realm!” the taller boy greeted cheerfully, gesturing for you to get inside. You ignored the disdainful glance Haechan shot at you, used to his rather rude behaviour; you knew he didn’t really mean it and was just trying to be funny…most of the time. 

Taking off your shoes without letting go of your boyfriend’s arm you followed him into the living room. A chorus of greetings hit you from everywhere, the whole NCT127 nation having gathered up with their respective friends and girlfriends. Mark’s eyes lit up when he saw Yeri, one of his best friends. “Hey girl,” he greeted her dorkily, gently wiggling out of your grip to hug her properly. You stood there hanging on air for a second before you quickly looked around for a place to sit, making yourself comfortable next to Taeil, who had enough space left for two on the couch. 

“Hey, long time no see. How are you doing?” the eldest asked politely, his soft voice relaxed as he gave you a small smile. You always liked Taeil for being the rather quiet and a little awkward guy he was, setting everyone at ease with his mere presence without even knowing. 

“Really good. Work and college has been stressful but the exam phase is over for now and I only have a few essays left to write,” you replied, ranting about the hard exams and whatnot as the boy listened attentively. Caught up in replaying every detail it took you a while to notice that Mark had never sat down next to you but instead decided to settle on an armchair with Yeri. A seat definitely not made for two. 

You looked at them questioningly, trying to catch Mark’s eyes. He raised his eyebrow in inquiry and you patted the empty spot next to you as an invitation. Flashing his adorable dimpled smile he went to get up and join you when Haechan promptly plopped down next to you, almost crushing your hand if you hadn’t reacted fast enough. Ignoring your weird out expression (since when did he voluntarily sit next to you?), he yelled out a “Come on, start the movie already!” and caused everyone to stop their chatter and focus on the TV screen. 

You giggled as Taeil rolled his eyes at the younger’s antics, making yourself comfortable as Johnny dimmed the lights. 

“Do not touch me with your girl germs,” Haechan ordered sassily, making a face at you. You grinned, latching onto his arm jokingly, “Why? You don’t like cuddles? Your poor future girlfriend.” 

“Yah, let go. No one likes a clingy girlfriend,” he whined loudly as he batted against your grip, several shushes causing him to drop his voice. 

“Please, you would be the clingiest boyfriend. I can already tell,” you commented light-heartedly, “You would love a girlfriend that wants to cuddle.”

“I would love a girlfriend that knows how to take a hint and back off,” he shot back and usually you would give it no heat but the knowing look in his eyes made you falter. He snatched his arm out of your loosened grip, adjusting himself so you wouldn’t touch anymore whilst you pondered on his words. What did he mean with that? Were you too clingy? You were an affectionate person, there was surely nothing wrong with it. 

You mentally shook your head, waving his comment off. Maybe Haechan really didn’t like his girlfriend being overly affectionate, but you weren’t his. You were Mark’s girlfriend and he was different…right?

Chancing a glance at him, you noticed he was watching the movie, content with Yeri’s head on his shoulder. ‘Yeah, he is definitely okay with affections,’ you thought. It never crossed your mind that maybe he just didn’t like your affections. 

But your doubts started developing from then on. You started paying extra attention on Mark’s reactions whenever you two were together, trying to find any kind of discomfort. He would always smile; when you hugged him in bed, when you cuddled against his shoulder on the couch watching TV, when you clung onto his arm as you walked around. There was never a displeased expression, a frown or anything so you could have brushed it off. 

But you were looking for the wrong hints and the false assumptions unknowingly revealed the actual issue; he wasn’t initiating anything. He would never hug you first, never reach out for you, never try to kiss you anymore. It was mind blowing how you hadn’t noticed before. You couldn’t even pinpoint when he started being off, too besotted with him to realise something was wrong. 

Was there something wrong? Nothing major ever happened to cause any kind of drift between you two. You never fought, you always gave in when there was even a mild banter, not wanting to make him upset. So why was he?

‘No,’ you reassured yourself, ‘he isn’t upset. He would have surely told me.’ But you thought back on Haechan’s comment about your clinginess and wondered if maybe that was an issue. Because as much as you didn’t want to upset him, he didn’t want to either, being the nice guy he was. He would probably never tell you if you were being too much. Your heart dropped slightly at the thought as you sat on the couch in your flat, waiting for Mark to come back with the popcorn. Were you being too clingy? Was he put off by it? You bit your lip. What if he got annoyed with you and would want to break up? 

But Mark was too nice to break up. And maybe that was the problem. He was too nice. 

“Here we go,” he announced his arrival, a huge bowl of sweet popcorn in his hands that he immediately handed over to you with his smile. Usually the mere popping of his cute dimples would make you smile back and melt, but the thoughts whirling around in your mind caused you to force out a brief grin before you focused on the popcorn. “What do you want to watch?” he asked, paying no attention to your odd behaviour. You weren’t even touching him, by now you were half-draped over him already. 

You cringed slightly. You were really overly affectionate. “Just put on whatever you want.”

“Toy Story marathon it is,” he cheered jokingly and you rolled your eyes with a chuckle. Throughout the night you didn’t initiate one touch and alas you didn’t touch each other at all. 

The next time you met up with the whole friend group was two months later. The distance between you and Mark was clear as water as you stood waiting for the door to open. During the two months you had reduced your clinginess to the maximum minimum possible - excluding the mornings you woke up with your arms around him (sleep moving didn’t count). Mark never gave any indication that he noticed you distancing yourself, content and nice as ever but still without any initiating from him. You couldn’t remember when your last kiss happened. Or your last actual hug. 

Johnny opened the door, cheerfully welcoming you inside as usual. You smiled half-heartedly at him and Haechan behind him, the latter raising his eyebrows as he looked between you and your boyfriend. More specifically at the space between you two. 

“We gonna start with House M.D., it’s gonna be a long night,” Johnny announced as you sat down on the couch after greeting everyone, Mark settling down next to you with an arm over Yeri’s shoulder- Hold up. You stared at him holding his friend close, watching something on her phone as they laughed together. ‘Not even a minute and they are hugging and I can’t even get a simple hand holding for two months?’ Swallowing tightly, you took the offered glass of coke with a small smile, trying not to show how upset you were. It was silly to be so petty and Haechan would have a field day again mocking you.

Speaking of the devil, he settled himself down right next to you with a too wide grin, “Finally got the hint, didn’t you?” 

“What do you mean?” you said more than asked, sourness clear in your voice. He chuckled, “Come on, everyone can see he is not into you anymore. Look the way he is with Yeri and then think about how he is with you…” You thought back on the last few weeks. Even though you were practically never alone since Mark would always sleep at your flat, you had felt the loneliest. And seeing him not being shy about any skinship with another girl struck you hard. 

“You are right,” you muttered softly, tears gathering in your eyes. 

“Of course I a- oh,” Haechan cut himself off when he saw your state, alarmed. You swallowed the tears away, blinking several times in hopes of batting them away as the young boy next to you stammered. He was never good at handling crying girls or crying in general. “Hey, I was just joking. Mark loves you.”

“No, he doesn’t,” you said, causing him to clamp his mouth shut. You knew it then. Mark didn’t love you anymore. He was just too nice to tell you. 

Part II

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[justmickeyfornow]

How do you sit down and write? Like do you write at tea/coffee shop to increase that anesthetics writer creativity? Or hole up under your blanket? I’ve been trying to write something for 2 months now without much progress. Any words of wisdom?

Boy, do I got a few tips for you!! 

These tips are mostly if you’re writing a story (but some work both ways), so if you’re writing a paper or a dissertation or something with no progress, I’ll gladly do another post for that!

Step right up and welcome to Mickey’s....

Sit Yo Ass Down And Write Crash Course

1. Tip number uno:

Never sit your ass down and write. 

Hear me out, hear me out. If you’re anything like me, then you’re probably a serial procrastinator who’s always in desperate need to just not do what needs to be done. It’s quite simple. All you gotta do is trick that damn beautiful but procrastinating brain of yours. 

How? Well, I’m glad you asked!

I actually do my best writing standing in lines! Yup! Standing in lines has written some of the most intense scenes in PI. Hospital and airport waiting areas? Yup. Lotsa writing done there! Basically, if you find yourself waiting for something, pull up your phone and start writing. Half of PI was written on the subway, on buses, or in cars. I don’t know what it is, but my brain becomes hyperactive at that point. Like I have to finish writing this scene before reaching the front of the line or else I’ll make a fool of myself in front of the pretty barista lady.

For us procrastinators, we like to find any and every excuse not to work. But when you’re not actually working and your doing something else instead, our procrastinating brain doesn’t really identify the action as writing.

Believe it or not I never actually ‘sit down and write’. I only do so when I’m editing. During the editing process, I force myself to sit down on an actual chair, in front of an actual laptop/computer screen, use an actual keyboard, and edit! It’s brutal! Makes my procrastinating brain go antsy!

2. Tip number two:

If you get an idea, stop, drop, and type!

Don’t think about it. Don’t overthink the idea. Just jot it down on your phone. I don’t care if you were talking to someone and it would be rude to do so. Because as soon as you let go of that idea and say, “I’ll write it down later” then poof! it’s gone! 

Repeat after me: STOP. DROP. AND TYPE.

3. Tip number trzy (Polish):

never write perfectly from the start. 

Write in bullet form if you have to. Or just type the idea you have in your head. The more you pressure yourself to writing something perfectly, the more you’ll forget your idea. And this works with both story writing and academic writing as well.

Writing is a lot like drawing. You start with pencil, draw the basics - dialogue, single action,  main thing that happens - then using your pencil, draw some of the details - the he said she said parts, turn the actions into full sentences with adjectives and description - then lastly add in the color - the punctuation, the indentations, and the splitting of paragraphs - and finally you have a picture.

Let me give you an example. This is a simple scene that I’m gonna write on the spot from the random phrase “There’s no space for my ice cream”. (I initially screen recorded a video for you, but then when I came to upload it, I unfortunately realized that Tumblr doesn’t allow videos on asks....)

So here you see just random dialogue. No actions even.

Then I added dialogue above it. So what you write first doesn’t necessarily mean what’s gonna come first.

More dialogue and some action.

Here I started fixing it up. Added indentations. Set a scene with Lena being in the other room and all.

And then Tada!

So, As you can see, I start with basic dialogue, just what I think they might say (it changes a lot btw). Then I add some actions. Then I go back up and write more dialogue before the dialogue I started with. Then I go ahead and indent a few lines here and there. I write the saids (Kara called. Lena answered. She said. Kara exclaimed. Kara whined). And then add in some scenery as well.

And like I said, this works for story writing as well as academic. I used to do the same thing when I needed to write a paper. I would start simple. No big words. Just somewhat of an idea of what I want to write and build up from there.

4. Tip number quatre (French):

Watch to learn. 

This means that when you’re watching something, whether it’s a movie or a tv show, learn how the characters react. Their quirks, their nervous habits, everything and anything that makes them them. I can’t count how many times I had to rewind a movie because I was too busy noticing how the main character’s eyes would linger on the coffee table in front of her before she would say something painful. Or how if a character is shoved to the ground, which body part hits the ground first. Go through scenes of movies and tv shows and learn how people behave.

Movies and Tv-shows could also help you with how a character can cope a certain way or react in a certain way. For example, I was watching this show on Netflix called “Dead To Me” and the main character, her husband was killed in a hit-and-run by a speeding car. And part of her grief was that she would jot down the licence plate number of every car that was speeding and every car that had a bump at its front. That’s a detail of a specific form of grief. You could have your own character be obsessed with finding a cure to heart attacks if their SO died that way.

5. Tip number cinque (Italian):

Use real people as reference. 

Sit in a coffee shop and creepily watch a woman sitting in the corner table. You gotta act all stalkerish here for it to work! Now pretend that it’s your character that’s sitting there. Write down the little things that the woman might do that you’ll probably never even think of if you would have written the scene at home. Like how the woman’s head jerks up when a car passes by and she watches it through the glass window. How her foot taps on the floor to the rhythm of her music. How she frowns when she spills some coffee on her sketch book. Everything. The silly faces she does to the toddler sitting in the other table.

Use real people. If you’re writing a girl who’s somewhat tomboyish, maybe go to a skateboard park or something. Go to a fancy restaurant if you’re writing a rich old lady. A library if you’re writing a college student. 

6. Tip number lix (Somali):

Don’t write in order.

I cannot stress this enough. Write bottom to top. Middle to top. Middle to bottom. Write middle to bottom to middle again to top. Just don’t do it in order. Most of the time I write a paragraph thinking this is how I’m going to start my scene and it ends up being somewhere in the middle of all the chaos! Writing in order doesn’t make sense not even in essay writing. You never write an introduction first because you need a thesis. In order to have a thesis you need to know what the hell your body paragraphs are talking about. So, you start with your body. Not necessarily the first body paragraph either.

Write whatever comes to mind and figure out the order later. Chances are, it’ll change a billion times over before you commit to one. Writing in order gives your brain stress and in turn you’ll probably get a mental block. You’re too pressured to write the opening scene of the chapter that you forget what the hell happens in the end. And you lose that excitement, that flare you have to write the scenes that you had figured out in your head. Which sucks. Because it’s nearly impossible to get that back!

Also don’t worry about how you’ll combine everything in the end. That’s for the editing process, you’re not there yet. And from my experience, things tend to come together in the end on their own so you shouldn't worry too much.

7. Tip number seitsemän (Finnish):

Details, dude! They are everything!

(This one has nothing to do with being unable to write.... I realized this only AFTER I wrote it.....)

sometimes the details have nothing to do with the main characters, but writing them helps the reader feel like there’s a world there being lived beyond the characters he or she is reading about.

It paints a picture. And in writing, it’s very hard painting a picture with a white paper and some black ink. And that’s when details come in hand.

What I like to do is I like to zoom in on the scene I’m writing. Picture the scene in your head. Let’s take for example both characters are sitting on a bench in the park. Now pretend you have a pair of binoculars and zoom in on the scene. You’ll probably see a small ladybug that is sitting on the bench between them that one of the characters noticed but didn’t say anything because they know the other person is afraid of bugs. So they carefully pick it up without letting the other person know and they place it on the other side beside them. Or maybe you’ll realize there’s some carvings on the edge of the bench. A heart with an arrow and two letters on each end. Your character will probably wonder who the letters belong to, what were their names, and whether or not she and the other person would ever carve their own letters on a bench somewhere.

Details make a simple scene of two people sitting beside one another, into a whole picture of everything around them. 

8. Tip number osm (Czech):

Do research!

Top weird things I had to do a ton of research about for my stories:

How to build a gas bomb that you could release through the ventilation system of a buildingWhat kind of metal are the batarangs made of?How to bring someone back from the dead?How much space do you need to build a rocket and is a football field enough?How high should a person’s IQ be for them to be considered ‘genius’ level of smartQuantum Mechanics and matter reconfiguration devicesintracortical microstimulation (whatever that is) and how to use it to create the sense of touch in amputee limbs

The list goes on, trust me!

But research gives you an idea of where to begin. Sometimes, you don’t even know what it is you’re writing and you get ideas from your research. Research gives your readers a realistic sense to your world. Even if it’s not real. Even if all you’ve written is fake. They don’t know that! But what they do know is that your character is hella smart and can create a device using intracortical microstimulation to help create the sense of touch in amputee limbs!

Fun fact: Watch "True Memoirs of an International Assasin”. It’s on Netflix. And it’s every writer’s nightmare. It explains just how much we writers would go for that small detail. It shows you the depths we will take to ensure we know every detail of what it is we’re writing about! Highly recommended for every writer out there!

9. Tip number dokuz (Turkish):

If you’re stuck, act it out!

Yup, you heard me! Get yo ass off that chair and start practicing for your next Oscar because you’r gonna act out the scene you wanna write. Say your character just entered her house and called out to their spouse without a response. Go inside your own house and start jotting down the details of what you see. Your character will probably notice the lack of shoes. How the kitchen light isn’t turned on. Or the hum of the dishwasher not present. No keys in the bowl. All small things that they slowly realize before actually realizing that no one was home.

Acting also gives you ideas on how someone would react. Walk into your own house and imagine finding out you’ve been robbed. All your stuff is everywhere. Now, realistically - and I mean really really realistically - you wouldn’t freak out. At least not physically on the outside. You wouldn’t start jumping and shouting and go looking in your room if your cash is gone.

Because your brain needs time to process. You would have questions. Lots of them. Is the thief still here? Should I call the police? No, what if this is a prank. Is this a prank? Who would prank me like this? Your eyes would go around the room, noting down all the details there. The broken glass, the opened drawers, the thrown pillows. Use your own surroundings to imagine what a robbed place would look like.

10. Tip number umi (Hawaiian):

Always remember, each character is different.

(Realized this one also has nothing to do with being stuck and not being able to write and more to do with character writing... I think I went off topic....)

I always find stories where all the characters are practically written the same way. The dialogue is really generic. Because the writer isn’t really imagining as each character being a separate entity. They’re all characters of a story to them. The way one character talks is often if not always never the same way another character talks. AND a certain character will talk differently depending on who they’re talking with.

Give each of your characters certain attributes or quirks that they add to their dialogue. Like how the more sophisticated one chooses to say ‘darling’ instead of ‘babe’ or how one of them speaks in short and concise sentences having served time in the army and taught that each word counts. I know this tip isn’t that important, but I’ve seen a lot of writers do this mistake where all the dialogue is the same. And that’s because they’re trying so hard to move the story along that they forget that they need time for the characters to react and process differently.

Similarly, make sure that you know that each character reacts differently. I’ve fallen into this mistake several times actually to be honest. This one time I wrote a whole scene where I had Lena be super happy about something (can’t remember what it was) with someone she wasn’t too close with and then I remembered that she’s more reserved than Kara. She less trusting so she rarely shows her genuine side to others unless she knows them to be worthy or good. She’s not too open so she wouldn’t show her happiness by jumping around and screaming with joy. Whereas Kara! Oh, Kara! She would hug the mailman when she would be happy! And she’s probably best friends with her pizza delivery guy! Had to do multiple rewrites whenever I would do that mistake.

11. Tip number vienuolika (Lithuanian):

Drink Green Tea.

Repeat after me: Drink. Green. Tea.

No explanation necessary. Tea is life.

#Sorry this got so long #I tried putting it under keep reading but it didn't work #Oh well #Writingng advice #Ask #Mickey answers #Writing tips #Writing #Fanfiction

[pancake-man]

if yo'rue accepting pinescone prompts, maybe HP AU with Wirt comforting Dipper in the library before their exams hit?

Fic under the cut!! I’m gonna post it on Ao3 too for easy reading :0

The library is a calming, quiet place for the students. There are alcoves with pillows for light reading, and comfy armchairs for the heavier topics. Even the desks are low to the ground and conveniently placed to aid students in their studying. Dipper, however, is anything but calm. He’s gone through four pencils already, either snapping the lead or chewing them to bits in his anxiety. The fifth one is already missing an eraser, and Dipper isn’t sure if he swallowed it or it fell on the ground. He doesn’t really care.

He’s engrossed enough in the book in front of him that he doesn’t notice someone calling his name until a hand waves in front of his face. “Oh,” he says, eloquently, and snaps to attention. “Um, sorry, is it important?”

“Wow, rude,” says a voice, “I was just asking if you could help me study for Astrology.” Dipper turns with an embarrassed flush as a sixth year student sits next to him. They have a few classes together, since Dipper has some advanced classes and the other boy had to repeat a few. Dipper scratches his brain for a name, but all the studying has frazzled his memory.

“Sorry, um…”

“Wirt,” says Wirt, and smiles. “Geez, O.W.L.s got you that bad?”

Dipper’s teeth break off another bit of the pencil, and he lays the sad thing down on the desk to avoid further destruction. “Yeah, I’ve really got to do well or I won’t get the N.E.W.T.s I want next year, and then I might not become an Auror, and then my entire life would be over.”

Now Wirt laughs. “That’s a little overdramatic. What are you studying now?”

Dipper flipped to the cover of the book. “History of Magic. We’re just reviewing the same wars we’ve already gone over, but now I’ve got to write something like ten pages on cause and effect and all that flubbery. I thought it’d be more interesting if I related it to what was going on in the Muggle world at the time, but…” He groans and hits his head against the book.

“...Flubbery?” Wirt laughs.

“Is everything I say a joke to you?”

“What? No, I just-”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean that. You’re right, it’s the O.W.L.s. They’re killing me.” Dipper frowns down at the remains of his pencil. At this rate, he’ll have to switch to using the same annoying quills that all the other students used. Wirt pats his shoulder sympathetically.

“It just so happens that History of Magic is my best subject. Mind if I read what you have so far?”

Yes, Dipper does mind. He doesn’t have time for proofreadings and edits, he still has more studying to do once this essay is done. But he looks at Wirt, and Wirt looks so eager, and Dipper is tired. So he shrugs and smiles and says, “Sure, go ahead. No promises it’ll be any good.” He keeps reading the book and jotting down notes (with a new pencil) while Wirt reads through the essay. He hums when he finds something interesting, and tsks when he finds something he doesn’t like. When Dipper steals glances, he notices first a strong frown, and second that the boy next to him is incredibly cute. His ears heat up and he turns his attention back to the paper.

“Okay,” Wirt finally says. “It definitely needs some work.”

“Is it that bad?” Dipper winces. Just those few pages had taken him hours. Wirt shakes his head and holds up his hands placatingly.

“No! No, great concept, it just.. Lacks some structure. You keep jumping all over time and setting when you should be setting the events up in order or when and where they happened” Dipper groans and, again, Wirt pats his shoulder. It sends lightning through his skin. “Hey, it’s okay, I’ll help you.”

Dipper watches, dumbstruck, as Wirt pulls out a scroll from his bag and starts re-outlining the essay. He barely even listens until, again, Wirt waves a hand in front of his face. “Hey, space cadet.”

“How do you even know what that is?” Dipper could have sworn Wirt was a pureblood.

“I watch muggle movies sometimes,” Wirt replies defensively. “Were you even listening?”

Dipper’s face heats up again. “Uh, no, I… why are you even helping me? I know you’ve got N.E.W.T.s to worry about.”

Now it’s Wirt’s turn to blush. “Um, well, um, it’s just…” What a pair they make, both stumbling over their words. “I’ve seen you around, and I really wanted to talk to you, so I thought this was a good opportunity.’

Dipper’s flush only grows darker, and he curses whatever family member passed that trait down. “You wanted to talk to me? Why?”

Wirt chews his lip and looks away. “‘Well, I- You’re- My friend told me- Ah, sorry.” He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes. “I just thought you were really cute.”

Dipper’s jaw drops. Was this a joke? Did Mabel put him up to this? No, that was mean, even for Mabel. Wirt opened his  eyes and gasped. “Crumb, sorry! I didn’t mean to be so forward. I get it if you’re not interested, I just wanted to talk, and I’ll still help you, and-”

“No, it’s… fine.”

“It is?”

Dipper smiles, a little crooked. “Yeah, I find you cute, too.”

Wirt’s whole face lights up and Dipper laughs. His cheeks are the colour of a Gryffindor’s robes. “Really? That’s great! Cool, cool.”

“I just, can we take it a little slow? Or at least until after exams.”

“Yeah, no, totally.”Wirt is grinning so widely Dipper thinks his face might slip, and he nods. “Whatever is good for you.

“Cool.”

“Cool!”

Awkward silence ensues until they both start laughing loud enough that another student hushes them. Wirt apologises sheepishly.

“Anyways,” he says, “I guess we should work on helping you pass your classes.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dipper replies.

Oh boy I had to use way too much Harry Potter wiki for this but I hope it was worth it! I might have made up a whole AU while I was writing this… Dipper is a mudblood(his dad’s a muggle) and Wirt is a pureblood whose mother remarried to a muggle and had Greg! Wirt’s a year above Dipper and they’re both Ravenclaws. Wirt has had a crush on Dipper ever since he stepped off the boat in Wirt’s second year, but Dipper was totally oblivious to any flirting. It took Wirt’s Gryffindor friend beatrice practically shoving towards Dipper for them to finally have a real conversation. It also helped that they were both supremely tired. Mabel is also a Gryffindor(Dipper is the only one in the family who isn’t) and she and Beatrice love teasing and pulling pranks on their friend/brother. They get on like a house on fire and frankly are about as dangerous. I’ve got a bunch more ideas but this is getting long so yeah hope you enjoyed it!

#The read more wont work ); #tumblr why #anyways! #important to know but i read like. three of the books and saw less movies but I read a lot of harry potter fanfiction so.. #gosh i hope this is good #pinescone #dipper pines #wirt #otgw #gf #over the garden wall #gravity falls #harry potter #potterverse au #nour386 #yeah!!! #larquill

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Ship Game

I was tagged by  @eb-byestelle . Thank you dear !

First of all, why? I can’t just choose ten pairings. I feel as if I am betraying my other favourite pairings. I love them as much as the ones I’ve mentioned. But nothing I can do about it.

Well, here we go.

Shipping and Fandom Ask

Embrace your inner shipper! Answer questions about your favorite ships or fandoms. Reblog to participate and let your ship flag fly!

1.What are your top 10 manga/anime ships of all time?

Top 10 anime/manga:

1. Maria sama ga miteru / Marimite/ Maria watches over us : Shimako and Sei 

2. Inuyasha : Inuyasha and Kagome Higurashi

3. Tsubasa reservoir chronicles : Sakura and Syaoran Li /Clone Sakura and Syaoran

4. Tokyo Babylon, X   : Seishirou and Subaru

5. X : Kamui and Fuuma

6. Cardcaptor sakura / TRC : Yukito and Touya

7. Junjou romantica : Nowaki and Hiroki

8.  JR : Misaki and akihiko

9. Akatsuki no Yona : Yona and Hak

Vampire Knight : Kaname and Yuuki

3.What gif or screenshot most sums up your ship?

Well, I choose yume for this and the above two images represent their relationship pretty well. They are my favourite illustrations and one can actually see the love they both have for each other. It’s like no one else matters. You can actually see the tenderness in their eyes, how much they care for each other.

4. Describe your favorite ship in seven words or less. 

InuKag : they were born for each other.

Sei and Shimako : sensitive couple. Adorable and sweet.

Sakura and Syaoran : love that transcends time and space.

Touya and Yukito : meant to be together in every world.

Seishirou and Subaru : they are meant to fall for each other.

Kamui and fuuma : just admit you love each other.

Akihiko and Misaki : meant to be together.

Nowaki and Hiroki : sometimes second love is true love.

Yona and Hak : always there for each other.

Kaname and Yuuki : eternal lovers.

6.What’s your go-to episode or scene when you need ship feels?

Well, this one is difficult because there are tons of scenes which I love but I’ll do my best. 

Inuyasha and Kagome :

When Naraku reveals who he is for the first time in ep 21. Any episode with Koga, that really shows inuyasha’s jealousy. The movies…god. First and second movie. All scenes I guess.

Sei and Shimako :

Season two episode 6. Though there are scenes in many episodes of season 1 too.

Sakura and Syaoran :

When Yuuko gives them new bodies and real syaoran is born. In the beginning when sakura is planning to tell she loves him but in the end couldn’t. When syaoran fights kamui. When Syaoran is killed by his son and his greatest regret is that he couldn’t hear those words. I guess I should stop. At this rate I am going to end up with an essay.

Touya and Yukito/Yue :

When touya gives his power to yue. I ship yue and touya and yukito and touya. The last scene in original cardcaptor sakura manga where they are together in the kitchen. When touya corners yukito in school, he knows something is up.

Seishirou and Subaru :

Of course the scene in which seishirou dies. Goddammit. I can’ t think about it. Subaru loses his senses [ in Tokyo Babylon] when seishirou’s eye is gouged out. This is getting too painful for me. I’ll stop.

This pairing reduces me to tears. They belong together. They should’ve been together with hokuto and kakyou.

Kamui and Fuuma :

Little fuuma helping little kamui in one of the extras. Well, just read X. The whole thing is unresolved sexual tension between the two. The creators said it themselves they are soulmates, I mean even in TRC one can see there is something going on between them. Subaru and seishirou is blatantly obvious.

Misaki and Akihiko :

When haruhiko kidnaps misaki, when akihiko comes to pick up misaki from his brother’s house, the train scene. There are many scenes especially the ones with Ijuiin Kyou.

Nowaki and Hiroki :

Again, there are many scenes. The library scene. Goddammit. It reduces me to tears every time. When hiroki spies on nowaki, then sends him flowers. Aww. Just remembering them brings a stupid smile to my face.

Yona and Hak :

Episode 24 of the anime, in manga when that festival happened in one of the villages and yona danced in the village garb. There are many scenes throughout the manga.

Kaname and Yuuki :

Well, volume 11 and 12 scenes. Then the scenes after yuuki sees kaname’s past, end of volume 13 and beginning of volume 14, all the scenes in which yuuki says she needs to go to her kaname. When yuuki takes kaname’s blood after being awakened. There are many scenes.

7.What song or songs remind you of your favorite fandom, character or ship?

Hmm, as such no song in particular.

I did read a fanfiction though which had, “I am watching you” for seishirou and Subaru and I couldn’t help but find it hilarious.

And I think, A Thousand Years by Christina Perri suits yume. It’s true after all.

  8. If the creators of your favorite fandom asked you to write the ship canon-confirmation episode, what will you write/how will it happen? 

Hmm. Well, I hope yuuki gets reincarnated somehow and she and kaname live a long happy life together. Maybe kaname is going somewhere and he bumps into a girl, who has long brown hair and when they look at each other he realizes it’s the girl from his memories. And that’s it. After that kaname never sees the butterfly familiar because yuuki is with him now.

X is never gonna end but I always had a feeling that both fuuma and kamui would die. Because fuuma said that only kamui can grant his wish. They both die.

Then they are shown together in another alternate universe.

I always thought fuuma and kamui suffered equally. You cannot weigh their suffering. Fuuma lost everything because kamui made one choice. Their story is too tragic. 

I’ll come back to this question later.

9.Do you prefer to indulge in (consume or create) fanart or fanfic of your favorite ship? 

Sometimes I sketch and I create edits for my favourite series. And I enjoy seeing fanarts and manga colourings. I write fanfictions too. I love reading fanfictions.

10.Smut or fluff? (VERY IMPORTANT QUESTION xD) 

Both. Both. I love both.

11.What ship are you embarrassed to admit you like? 

Not one. They are all great ships. Nothing to be embarrassed about. 

12.What task are you most likely to procrastinate so you can indulge in your ship or fandom? 

I sacrifice my sleep sometimes. That’s about it. 

13.How many hours of the day do you spend reading fanfic or looking at fanart or other media? 

When there is nothing to do, quite a lot of hours. But when exams are there, I see how the preparation is. But I usually spend quite a lot of time on it.

14.How many memorabilia’s do you own of your favorite fandom or ship (clothes, plushies, etc.)? 

Well, I’ve got lots of volumes of each series and artbooks too. And I’ve also got drama CD’s of some series and magazines. 

15.If you could own one authentic item from your favorite fandom world, what would it be? 

Hmm. Not anything in particular.

16.What fandom have you found to be too toxic to deal with?   

Ah. The best question. Well, I haven’t been in inuyasha fandom but I know it’s pretty weird because for some bullshit reason kagome is shipped with sesshoumaru and inuyasha is portrayed as a person who violates her. Yikes.

Now, I have got nothing against shipping characters who aren’t together. I do that a lot but when the same people come onto inuyasha/kagome and sesshoumaru/kikyo fanarts and spout shit, well I get angry then. Because I adore sesshoumaru and kikyo. It doesn’t happen but I still like it and it has the most gorgeous fanarts ever.

If sesskag and rinsess, which is weird no matter how it’s cut, shippers come and say this would’ve been better if it was sesshkag  fanart / fiction, well I get angry then. Sesshoumaru is my favourite character ever and I really don’t like seeing people think he only belongs with sesskag shippers. What the hell?

He is no one’s property. The only character he remotely showed something for was Kagura. And I am not gonna open Sesshoumaru and Rin thing. That is....well. Let’s just leave it.

Clamp fandom. I dunno…I am not particularly in it but I read some comments on some sites and it’s pretty annoying when some people say you must acknowledge kotori and kamui thing.

Sorry, there was no thing.

Kotori was obsessed with kamui. Did she deserve to die. Hell no. But kotori and kamui just doesn’t exist. I mean the creators themselves said : don’t call kamui and fuuma brothers. No. They are soulmates. Fuuma is all what kamui thinks about. Even in colour illustrations which shows the group, Kotori is always seen glomping kamui like some weird obsessed fangirl. It’s disconcerting. Kamui is always shocked or surprised. Well, whatever kamui and fuuma belong together.

And now the most toxic fandom. Vampire knight. I stopped posting in the tags quite a while back because I am just tired.  I’ve had enough.

Zeki shippers : unable to accept yuuki loved kaname way more than she loved zero. It’s blatantly obvious if you read the manga. But the shippers are not only rude but they also get personal and insult the blogger. They mock the other shippers and keep on ranting and raving about abuse and whatever nonsense that was prevalent in the forums between  2010-2014. Now the same thing happens here on tumblr.

Zeki shippers are unable to accept that not everyone worships zero’s character. Honestly, I never hated zero. I was always like, I want kaname and yuuki together, zero can be with someone else. But his fans and shippers are just nasty. I’ve never encountered a single decent member of this ship. They are rude and insulting and love to send anon messages.

18.Do you have or would you consider getting a tattoo depicting your favorite ship or fandom? 

Nope. Not fond of tattoos.

19.What is the strangest thing you’ve done to honor your favorite fandom, ship or character?

Nothing.

#tag game #anime #manga #anime couples

[icravestrawberryflavoureddeath]

Okay here it is

I was gon wait but I feel like I need to get my thoughts on EVERYTHING out before it gets too complicated.

Honerva

Alright, I was totally on board for honerva, not gonna lie. We saw her history, how she fought through it all, what I’m curious about is, it’s not really clear HOW she exactly remembered she’s honerva and not the witch haggar.

I like how we saw how she got her name but there’s so much regarding timelines and ages that just,,, fuck me up? But I mean, sometimes u have to forgive those

But the main thing was, I feel like she was the most developed character in the entire season. I almost wanted to know more about her and what she was thinking. Honestly, all and all, I wish the season was longer or more well,,, organized (something I’ll get into later).

She could step on me. She’s earned the right. Also,,, she’s kind of a snack not gon lie.

Allura

I was gon wait, BUT ITS BOTHERING ME SO MUCH.

I am in love with allura I love her I would fight for her and everything, but this season? Even I was like “okay okay, can we plz hurry up?” She was,, annoying almost? She reminded me of Veronica lodge from Riverdale if that tells you anything.

I understand that there was some sort of whining needed, but,,, it felt,,, uhhhh... yeah.

anD OKAY! Maybe she suddenly liked Lance. I’ll believe that, cuz yes, he grew up so much (something I’ll also get to) but,,, like,,, if I told allura I was in love with her, would she kiss me?? Cuz that’s what it seems like. Anyone tells her they like and she’s like “frickin spunky u tiny man” and kisses them.

She didn’t even want to go with lance originally in the epsiode, romelle, hunk, and lance had to convince her. And it was meant as a “hey my family is making dinner u wanna come?”

Here’s my thing, if they would have written some of the klance moments (yes I’m finally going there) from the past seasons, I would have been all on board!! But as a lance Stan and someone who wants nothing but lance to be happy, this season,,, hurt. Allura was hurting and she wanted to take action, but she was portrayed as,,, whinny, almost selfish(?) and I didn’t like it. Because I LIKE ALLURA! She’s a great character but was not properly used. I didn’t want the entire tension to come down to her dating life. I wanted her to heal, and not have that being her needing a relationship.

And that brings me to my next part, she was hurting. Allura just had everything she thought she knew tangled into a mess and her first reaction? Date Lance. I would have been happy with this if it wasn’t done,,, like it was. And they made their relationship,,, seem,,, I don’t know how to describe it other than,,, forced? I don’t like using that word cuz of what it has meant for this ship but,,, idk I just wish it wasn’t her trying to heal that lead her to it. I wanted her to realize that voltron was her family without having to date lance. Idk I just wanted more

Lance

Now for my boi. I love this man, he’s grown so much, I want nothing more then his happiness, but this season? He wasn’t lance. He was “alluras boyfriend” and that bothered me. Every conversation that wasn’t about the war was about allura. And I get it. U “love” ur girlfriend (of like??? 1-2 months? Max (this well come back to. Again)) but he’s more then that and I don’t think they knew how to write him as a full character on his own.

I had more hopes for lance and it kind of let me down.

He talked with friends?? Allura. He wanted to go somewhere?? Allura. He wanted to- allura. He wasn’t lance, he was alluras boyfriend.

And don’t get me started in the paladins of old “my daughter” bull shit. I rolled my eyes so hard at that.

They wanted to makeup for seasons of rudeness within one season. And it was messy

Also,, WHY IS HE NOW ALTEAN?????? I’m sorry but it’s really strange.

Keith

I would talk about Keith but HE WAS JIST SHOUTING FORM VOLTRON AND THE. YEETING OUT. WTF

Like honestly, there was a lot I wanted to be covered, shit like the Bayard thing with lance, opening up more, more about his time with his mom but what did we get?? Just one note Keith (until lance which we’ll get to. I say that a lot).

Also someone get that boy a haircut

Speaking of haircuts - Matt and Pidge

This is a small list so their gonna be together.

HEWWO?? pidges hair in the beginning and her as the 80s pidge?? I loved that!! She honestly was one of my favourites this season.

Also MATHMATICS HOLT WTF U DOIN WITH THAT HAIR??! U cut off the locks of peRFECTION!

No but seriously, I wish there was more Mathew but that family picture and small scenes were amazing, I was just so happy with everything with pidge and Matt and I cry

Kinkade and the others

I say others cuz it’s background characters. But kinkade and his video? I cried the entire time for no reason other then I love that man.

Acxa was amazingly perfect to join the rag tag group of background characters. Veronica and acxa? Gay. Veronica has strong bi energy like lance and I wanted her and acxa to just get together.

James and kinkade? Gay. That’s it

LESBEENS!!!

Ships

U knew it was comin! I’ll make separate posts about the ships all together later (if I do) but seriously, voltron was like “fuck you and your grandma. Shut the fuck up” and then through a brick at us.

Also, they straight up said (multiple times) that lance allura and Keith were a love triangle. Like bitch???

And while allurance was kind of shitty and very in your face, she still kind of spoke down to him??

And like, the only two times lance and Keith spoke it was so soft and wholesome and,,, that’s why I ship klance???

He helped him with alluras death and DAMN they really did that huh?

I had a theory that klance was supposed to happen, but somewhere along the line they said “yeah, no” and had to rewrite it and allurance was the only way to go and that would explain a lot. It wasn’t a ship planned. It was thrown together like a collage students essay two hours before the deadline. U can tell they tried, just not enough.

Shiros man btw was is clear day date and that’s some cute shit

Plot

I wish they would have converted the honerva story line in the previous seasons so it wasn’t so,,, jumbled.

There were parts were I would zone out for a second and get so lost on the plot and who everyone was

Also thicc voltron/atlas was kinda,,, strange,, but I mean, when you meant to kill shiro and now u have him for the last season, u just hot glue that bitch to the final season script.

It was everywhere and no where at once. I felt like I was about to start watching fucking twilight in space at that point.

They called back a lot of old plot points but some had me going “whomest the fuck is u?” And some made me happy.

I wanted lowhore to come back officially not gon lie.

I WANTED THE BIG LANCE AND KEITH FIGHT SO BAD AND I WAS ROBBED

there’s so many problems with this season that would have been fixed with proper editing and timing

Conclusion

It felt like they started a story and knew what they wanted. But got half way and realized it wouldn’t work. They had to try and create a different ending with what they had made and this was the result. Messy, strange, and kind of hard to follow. There were times when animation fell flat ( that one screen shot of Veronica’s face real close up when her and acxa spoke) and times when, it felt like fan service (for who? Who knows). It would have been better if the show was episodic and not every four months a new season came out. It was rushed for released and it showed in the quality.

I wish it would have been better, everything we wanted, but that never was on option and we should have been prepared for that. But what can u do.

#voltron #voltron season 8 #season 8 spoilers #voltron spoilers #keith kogane #klance #keith #lance #lance mcclain #keith (voltron) #shiro #lotor

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the reading of a quiet boy’s heart ❁ peter parker

summary : these are the contents of nine love letters, sappily written and addressed to you, written by a very lovestruck peter parker. plus a bonus one, because the sap couldn’t resist. 

technically a part two to love letters, but you can def read this separately. 

wc : 3.4k

author’s note : i didn’t think this through oh my god nine fucKING LETTERS I DID NOT THINK THIS THROUGH i still did it tho enjoy loves

  Peter had a kind heart, the softest you’d ever encountered before, and it was the pure goodness inside him that made you begin to fall for him in the first place. He sat beside you, a respectable distance settling between your bodies simply because he was a commendable gentleman and despite everything, despite all his feelings and wants and thoughts about you, he didn’t want you make assumptions about the type of boy he was. He wanted you to continue liking him for quite sometime, which is precisely the reason he was sliding his letters over to you now. 

  They were his prized possessions from over these past few months, all ten of them, though you’d already had the tenth read to you, and while he had never really expected this moment to come to fruition, he was happy that it was. “So, um, should I read them out loud?” He sifted through the pile to find the first one, and held it out in front of him once it was located. You arranged yourself comfortably on the bed, legs crossed and a ridiculously large smile on your face that Peter couldn’t possibly say no to. 

   He cleared his throat, ducking his head toward the paper. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       Hi. It’s Peter. If you’re reading this, which I highly doubt that you are because why would you be, you know it’s me, Peter, so I probably didn’t need to repeat that like eight times. Whatever. This is pen. I can’t erase it now so I’ll just keep it because the messiness of crossing out all these screwed up sentences would give me anxiety. I figured I’d write this to you because, well, I don’t have the balls to say any of this face to face. I can safely say that such a thing isn’t what I’m ready for. Maybe one day. God, I hope so. I know that if I got a letter like this, I’d be really happy, since it just means that someone was thinking of you and wanted to show it. I hope that one day, if you’re reading this, it makes you happy to know that I think about you. Or maybe you’ll be creeped out. I hope not. That’d be really depressing. Anyways, I just wanted you to know that I think you’re really pretty and I like when you smile at me in school and yeah. You make me happy. Thanks for that. So yeah. Next letter will be way more thoughtful and intricate. I’m new to this writing this. You don’t care. You’re not even reading this. Okay bye. 

     Peter was flushed with embarrassment by the time he uttered the last two words, looking at his knees and laughing a bit before looking back up at you. He was glad to see that you weren’t giving him a mocking smirk. “That was adorable,” you laughed, rubbing his back encouragingly. “Go on. Please.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek gently, and his face lit up where your lips met his skin. He found the next letter immediately and faced you as he read it. 

   Dear Y/N, 

       As promised, I’ve taken it upon myself to gather my thoughts before writing this to you and I hope I am much more coherent than I was in the initial one. I’m trying here. I learned some new words, too. I more of a whiz when it comes to science and mathematics. I’m decent at English, but you probably know that because you sit behind me. You’re amazing in English class. You probably know that just because you’re you and you know how you perform in your own classes. All right, so maybe I’m not as coherent as I thought I was gonna be. Moving on. In English today the teacher passed out different essays to everyone and we had to peer edit each other’s work. I didn’t get your essay but Ned did and I forced him to give it to me. I think he was just putting up a fight because he likes to torture me, which is fine. What are best friends for, right? Well, I read your essay and you’re probably the most wonderful writer I’ve ever read from. Seriously. You have this way with words and it makes me wish I was more of a writer so that I could express the way you make me feel in better sentence structures than the mediocre ones I’m forming at this very second. You’re an excellent writer. If you ever write a book and you have a book signing in some Barnes and Noble in the city or in The Strand, I’m gonna be the first in line, without a doubt. I’ll buy like fifty signed copies. I swear. Write a book. You’d wow everyone, and I think everyone deserves to read a bit of the Y/N Y/L/N’s work. You’d be doing the world a disservice if you didn’t share your talents, but it’s up to you, of course. Just think about it though. 

    “Aw, Peter,” you cooed, throwing your arms around him and pressing your lips against his quickly, your face burning but your smile infinite. “You’ll be the first to read my book when it’s finished. You’ll be the one it’s dedicated to.” In response, the shy boy nuzzled his nose affectionately against your cheek, at a loss for words because this girl in front of him was everything he could have dreamed of and more. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      We were partners in Chemistry today. I’m sorry if I came off like a rude, inconsiderate jerk. I’m gonna be honest right now. I’m shy. You make me shy. I was quiet because if I had talked to you the way that I wanted to, I would’ve be a stupid and stuttering mess and that’s not how I want to talk to you. I know we’ve had conversations before and they’ve been fine but a lot of stuff is different now and whenever we talk I get these butterflies in my stomach that make it hard to think or breathe or talk or look at you or hold things or do basic human tasks. So, that’s why I wouldn’t talk to you. I just didn’t want to look like an idiot in front of the coolest and loveliest girl I know, also known as you. Please don’t hate me. I don’t want you to hate me. 

   He coughed, embarrassed again, but he didn’t let that deter him from reading you the rest of the letters. He’d never let anything deter him from talking to you again.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      I think I’m in over my head. With everything, not just with you. I can’t really mention specifics, not even to you despite the fact that we’re not acquaintances anymore. We’re more like kind of friends, which is great! It means progress. Progress is good. It’s the one good thing lately. I’ll keep it vague. I get beat up every night and then every day I get picked on by Flash. He doesn’t hit or anything- I don’t think he’d be very good at it- but being called Penis Parker all the freaking time takes a toll on a guy, you know? It pretty much sucks. And I can’t tell May what’s going on because I know for a fact that she’ll freak out and everyone knows that if May starts freaking out, I’m gonna freak out even harder, and that’s a scary sight to see. Plus I had to quit Robotics and I really wanted to take the team to the competition this year. I also quit band but I’m not as upset about that. The uniform sucks. It’s too tight. I guess I’m getting muscles. It’s kind of weird since I’ve always been scrawny but I don’t know, it’s interesting enough. I’m not complaining. Maybe you like that in a guy. I don’t know. I try not to think about what you like in a guy because I’m pretty sure your dream dude won’t be anything like me. It’s fine. I’m happy admiring from afar. I like you a lot. I’m good with just being friends if that’s your wish. I don’t know why I’m telling you all these things that I am, but I feel like if you were really here and watching me write this, if you could read this, you’d listen and you’d understand. You always listen, even when I’m rambling, even though we don’t talk much. 

   When he stopped talking and reached for the next letter, taking the faded blue piece of paper from his stack, he knew the feeling pooling inside his stomach was nothing short of elation. He was right, as he often was. You listened. You did.  

   Dear Y/N, 

      Today, you punched Flash in the nose. No one saw it coming. But I think I fell in love with you right then and there. Or at least, I fell deeper in like with you. He called me Penis Parker again and you grabbed his shoulder and yanked him back, you told him to leave me be and he said that if you were sticking up for a nobody like me, you were nothing better. He was wrong. You’re a thousand times better. You stuck up for me and I’ll never be able to repay you for that. You just looked at me and I’ve never seen you look so fiery or so livid but you did and you raised your fist and you punched him and he was bleeding and you didn’t stop to help him, you grabbed my arm and you marched me away from them. No one has ever done something like that for me before. Ned says that it’s because you might like me, too, and I think I’m gonna hold on to the hope for a while longer. I want someone as kind as you to like me. And let’s face, you were a badass. It was epic. And I seriously hope you like me back, you amazingly awesome human being. 

   “You should really listen to Ned more often,” you said, leaning your head on his shoulder and pretending that you hadn’t kind of been tearing up this whole time. Peter pretend not to notice like the chivalrous boy that he was and nodded, chuckling. “Yeah, I should, right?” 

  Dear Y/N,

        This one’s gonna be short, because May is bothering me about who I’m always writing to and I promised I’d explain. I hope you don’t mind that I’m gonna tell her about you. These letters just help me blow off some steam and I guess it makes me feel pretty good to think maybe you’d potentially wanna read them someday. I don’t know. I think it’d be cool to give them to you, but I doubt that day will come. I think I already wrote that in a letter. Damn. I’ll move on. You got detention for punching Flash, sorry about that. Still, you told me that I shouldn’t feel bad about it because the guy had it coming. He totally did. You’re really cool. I’m gonna stop now because this letter is lame bye I like you.

   You poking the dimple emerging on Peter’s cheek and he wrinkled his nose, cringing back. You kissed the little indent. He didn’t want you to ever stop kissing him. The little I like you placed at the end of most of the letters really sealed the deal. 

   Dear Y/N, 

     Aunt May is now dying to meet you. I’m so sorry. I hope you never actually meet her because she’ll probably ask you to marry me and hit on you on my behalf just because she’s afraid I won’t be able to do it myself. She thinks you’re awesome. It’s probably because you punched someone. May is very big on girl power. I think you’d like her. Maybe you could meet her one day? I don’t know why I’m asking you’re not actually reading this and it’s a rhetorical question so yeah. Did I mention I like you? You gave me your book to read today after I mentioned that the series was something I was interested in. Seriously, you just whipped out the whole series and told me to read it whenever. You have the nicest smile when you smile at me. Please stop having such a nice smile. It’s unfair for the rest of us and I keep liking you more and more. It’s getting out of hand. Ned thinks so, too. 

   “See, that was a situation where you shouldn’t have listened to Ned.” 

    “Yeah, yeah, whatever. Should I keep reading?” 

    “I wouldn’t forgive you if you stopped.” 

  Dear Y/N, 

      I can’t stop thinking about you. It’s going to drive me mad. I like you so much it’s gonna suffocate me. Talking to you is the highlight of my day. My affection for you keeps growing and growing and growing as time passes us by and I don’t know what to do about because if I tell you I could either lose you or have the opportunity to be with the greatest person I’ve ever known besides my aunt and my uncle and Tony Stark,  but if I don’t tell you I could lose you. Either way, I could potentially never be with you. And I can’t take the risk. Maybe I should just get over you. Maybe I’d be better off. 

    Without wait, Peter flipped to the final letter. 

    Dear Y/N, 

      It’s been awhile. Sorry about that. I thought I’d try to move on. I tried to like Liz, I figured I could at least try, but she doesn’t compare even though she’s very nice to me, too. She’s not you. You’re the only you. You’re Y/N and I like Y/N not Liz and you’re Y/N and I no longer know what I’m saying. Michelle told me you’re avoiding me because of Liz and that you think I like her and it’s making you upset. Don’t be upset with me. That’s the last thing I wan. I just wanna scream HEY Y/N YOU LOVELY HUMAN BEING YOU I LIKE YOU DON’T HATE ME BECAUSE I LIKE YOU AND YEAH I LIKE YOU DATE ME LOVE ME. I said love. I’m gonna go now. Bye. 

     Peter placed it atop the stack, and you added the tenth one there as well. He wasn’t going to be embarrassed about his feelings. They were right there, right in front of you, his heart already read aloud and listened to you and appreciated by you. The thought seized him and made him lace his fingers through yours, shy smile shy eyes that met yours before closing and kissing you, and everything about him was soft. Soft lips that slanted against yours and kissed you in the way that anyone in love would want to be kissed, with love and with passion and as if he’d never want to do anything else for the rest of his life. Soft hands that tentatively found their way to your hips but didn’t go beyond there, soft hands that caressed your face in that adoring way he did and wound in your hair. Soft eyes that locked on yours and didn’t look away when you both broke for a second, your breathing labored. His forehead pressed against yours. He didn’t want to pull away, ever. 

    May casually strolled into the room, and Peter pulled back quickly but with annoyance, raising his eyebrows at his aunt. She’d let the boy have his kiss, happy- so happy- that her Peter was getting what he deserved, but she was still the parental figure and parental figures had to be responsible. That’s what she had been told, anyway. “Sorry, honey, I just wanted to be introduced to that girl you were telling me about just, like, two days ago.” She said cheerfully, smiling adoringly at her nephew and then at you. You grinned back, standing up to introduce yourself. 

   “I’m Y/N, it’s really nice to meet you, Mrs. Parker,” you stuck your hand out, but May pulled you in for a hug instead. 

   “You can just call me May.” She gave you a squeeze, very motherly, and you missed Peter’s outstanding beam as he watched his two favorite girls embrace. May lightly shoved Peter’s shoulder, then said, “Peter, are you gonna invite her to stay for dinner or what?” 

   “Maaayyyy, let me get my own dates,” he pouted, ushering her out of the room. When she left, her laugh still ringing throughout the apartment, Peter leaned causally against his doorframe in a painful attempt to look cool. “So, Y/N, would you stay for dinner?” Before you could reply with an obvious, May’s voice called, “Or forever? You could stay forever. I’d be on board with that!” 

   Peter blushed, rushing out of the room to tell her to keep quiet, but you didn’t mind one bit. Staying with Peter Benjamin Parker forever didn’t sound like a bad life, not one bit. 

   You hadn’t left Peter’s apartment until nearly ten o’clock, and even then, he had rode the train home with you to prolong the night. He kissed you at your doorstep twice, once on the lips, swift and sweet, and then once on the forehead, tender and caring. Then, he left, continuously looking back at your grinning face so much that he walked straight into your mailbox and nearly squashed a stray cat that had been wandering by. You smiled all the way up to your bedroom, thinking about the adorable idiot that had ensnared your heart in his hands. That night, he wrote you another letter, this time with the intent of giving it to you. 

   He delivered it at your locker a week later (he had spent that week editing it over and over again, making sure his feelings were true), appearing just as you were shutting the metal doors with an envelope in his outstretched hand. He was fidgeting, yes, but he was excited, and you took the letter in your hands after leaping into his arms and sending him flying across the hallway. He didn’t fall, though, which was a plus. 

   Dear Y/N,  

     I’ve heard from a few people that I don’t know what love is because I’m fifteen and technically my brain hasn’t fully developed. Here’s the thing, though: I don’t care. There’s not one part of me that cares about what science says right now. They can say what they want. Maybe, just maybe, I don’t know what love is. Maybe I haven’t the slightest clue. But maybe is a word that means you can never really know and that everything just a possibility. So, there’s only a very slight possibility that I don’t know what love is, but there’s a greater possibility that I do. However, for now, I’ll tell you what I do know. I know that when you smile at me even for just a second I can feel my entire heart quicken in its beats. I feel my pulse racing. I know that when you look at me in that soft and sweet way you do I feel for just a second that nothing could ever possibly hurt me as long as you keep looking at me like that, forever. I know your laugh makes me blush and that when you kiss me I’m completely invincible. I know that every song on my playlist can connect back to you someway somehow and I know that the sound of your voice can make my whole day. 

   If that’s not love, then I have no clue what love is. I’m pretty sure it’s love, though. Correct me if I’m wrong, my love. I’m pretty sure that these feelings that flutter around my stomach day and night and make miss you even when you've only been gone for five minutes are love, because what else could they possibly be? I love you, and you’ve made the world, my world, a better place just by making yourself at home in my heart. So thank you for letting me love you and loving me in return. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you, just like I can’t repay you for punching Flash, but I plan on spending as long as you’ll allow me trying to do so. 

Your very in love boyfriend who knows this is too sappy but doesn’t care, 

       Peter Benjamin Parker :) 

   He added the smiley face in, a quick little doodle, and sometimes you liked to joke that the smiley face was what made you know you were in love with him. It wasn’t. It was everything else about that wonderful boy. But it the smiley face was certainly adorable. 

#peter parker imagine #peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #spider-man: homecoming #spider-man: homecoming imagine #spider-man imagine #spider-man x reader #spider-man #marvel imagine #marvel #marvel x reader #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #mcu

[magicxlimagines]

Tension // Neville x reader

@moshingtothesherlocktheme

Request: Hey!! If you get the chance, could you write a one shot for Neville Longbottom X Ravenclaw reader? Where it's clear to everyone around them that they like each other , but neither of them know it. (Like a Ron & Hermione dynamic) , loads of tension? Love your work!!

Thank you SO very much for requesting and appreciating my work lovely! I hope this has satisfied your needs :) I got a bit carried away and now this is quite long lol.

Note: You’re the same year as Neville, 6th year. You’re also Ravenclaw here, as specifically requested. This is unedited, so just bare with me until I edit this.

Word count: 1,672

Tuesday

Everyone but you and Neville. Everyone knew the two of you liked each other. All but the two of you knew you had feelings for each other, even Ron and Hermione, and they were oblivious about each other, which said something.

Today, your friends decided to attempt to set the two of you up. Julia, one of your Slytherin friends didn't talk to you as much as she usually would. Julia was a chatterbox, she was a social butterfly, talking to and befriending everyone she could. Today, you didn't spot her too much and when you did, she walked briskly towards someone else.

It confused you and as much as you wanted to brush it off, you really couldn't. The unknown reason was intriguing and challenging you to find out why her behaviour was the way it was.

You finally caught up with her but she only said a few words. "Y/N! There you are. Go to the library, I'll be there in a few minutes. I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll find you later."

She pushed you off towards the library as you (very confusedly) walked in. You saw her head the other way and out of the hallway so you decided to just listen and wait, and not find out. After all, she did say she'd go to look for you after she went toilet.

That was how you were in the library, reading your favourite book for what seemed to be the third time, fangirling over the cute couple. Sighing, you shut the book to let your thoughts run wild. If only you and Neville were like the couple in the book.

It had been 15 minutes and you thought, why isn't she here yet? The closest bathroom isn't too far away...

True to the traits of your house, you used a bit of paper, a quill and your unique cleverness to find out why she was taking so long. You calculated her route, toilet time and walking pace.

She should have been here 5 minutes ago...

Lost in your thoughts, a voice breaks you out of your spell. "Y/N?"

Neville was standing right in front of you. Looking upwards, you smile, trying not to freak out. "H-Hi Neville," you say, your voice cracking a bit from not speaking for a while. You mentally slap your forehead and wait for him to continue.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Neville asks, starting to look elsewhere but your face. You nod quickly, pulling your books towards you and frantically looking for a new spot to put them. With shaking hands, you accidentally push over some books and you panic, knowing 1) you made a fool of yourself and 2) accidentally ruined some beautiful books.

Wordlessly, he bends down to help pick up some books for you. “I’m so sorry for the mess, I’ll just- um put these on the ground by me. Here, have a seat now,” you stutter.

He smiles without saying anything again and takes a seat in front of you. “So, how’s your day been so far?” Neville asks, playing with his hands. You blush, your face on fire as you start to forget about your friends mysterious lateness.

“It’s been good so far, thanks. Just been reading and walking around the grounds. All though… I am wondering, why are you here? N-not to be rude, but why?” Your curiosity takes a hold of you and before you know it, you say your thoughts out loud.

“Um, my friend told me to go to the library, actually. Muttered something about having to go off to the loo before meeting me here, though. I just saw you and thought m-maybe you wanted my company?”

You smile at him, thinking of how lucky your two fates were. “I very much enjoy your company, Neville. Thanks for coming by.” Suddenly, as the two of you share a comfortable silence, the puzzle pieces click together.

Julia had set you up! She wanted you to be at the library! And Neville’s friend must have set him up to come here!

Although there was still a lot of missing supporting evidence, it sounded pretty likely, being the very-connected-to-heaps-of-people kind of person Julia was. But why? She didn’t even know you liked Neville. At least, that you knew. You had never told anyone you liked Neville.

Just as you’re about to speak, Julia finally appears. “Oh! There you are, Y/N! I’ve been looking for you. Oh! And Neville! What a surprise. Didn’t know you two were having fun! I guess I’m just gonna, go, so like- bye!”

Just before Julia got the chance to disappear again, you stand up and grab hold of her bag, yanking her back. “Y/N! This bag is expensive!” You roll her eyes and let go.

“What’s up? Why were you so late? 20 minutes late, to be precise? You were only going toilet, and that doesn’t even take long, considering you walk fast, pee fast and the nearest toilet wasn’t that far away. What excuse do you have?”

Julia smirked. She knew her friend was going to be this curious, but Julia was already 3 big steps ahead.

After she explained, you squint your eyes for a second, but realize that what she said was most likely the truth. Forgetting about asking why she wanted to ‘talk’ to you, you give her a quick hug.

“Anyway- I gotta go, see you!” Julia hugs you back and runs away, going off to wherever she was going off to.

You sit back down, grinning. “Sorry, just caught up with Julia, as you just saw.”

“It’s no problem,” he smiles. “So, um, I should be seeing if my friend is here, so I guess I’ll just, um, go and quickly see if he’s here.”

When Neville excused himself and got up, you groaned and banged your head against the desk, making the heads of nearby people turn to look.

Why do I always ruin my chances with Neville?

Wednesday

Sitting alone (again) in the great hall, you push your food around, not having your usual appetite. Seeing this, Julia huffs and walks over from her table, sitting by you. “Y/N! Why isn’t Neville here?” She asks, looking around for him.

“He’s over there,” you mutter miserably, using your fork to point at Neville’s blushing face. He was so unaware that the girl he liked was looking at him.

Suddenly, Julia gets up. “Come on, Y/N. You only live once!”

“Hold on, did you just use a muggle phrase?”

She nods enthusiastically. “I’m doing great, aren’t I?” You roll your eyes and follow her to where she’s going. You realize that she’s getting closer and closer to Neville.

“Ohmygod! Julia stop!” You screech.

Julia stops, pulling an annoyed face at you. “What?!”

“Oh, I don’t know, the bewitched ceiling?! Neville, Julia, Neville! Neville is what’s going on! I can’t just go and sit by him, can I?”

“You can’t or you won’t?”

That stops you, making you think. Maybe she’s right. Plus, Neville and I are friends. He totally won’t suspect anything.

Looking around, you notice a few staring faces that luckily don’t include Neville’s. You blush and let go of Julia’s arm that you didn’t realize you were gripping. “Alright, I’ll go. Just to make you shut up, okay?”

She grins and gives you the thumbs up, sitting back at her table.

You take a seat by Neville and greet him and his friends. “Hi, Neville. Hermione, Ron, Harry,” you nod.

Hermione smiles. “Y/N! Good to see you. How’s your latest essay on Ancient Runes? I can’t seem to find the right way to explain-”

“Oh give her a break, Hermione,” Ron says, rolling his eyes, mouth stuffed with fried chicken.

Hermione frowns at Ron but turns to you again. “What brings you to our table? Not to be rude or anything, just curious.”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Neville watching you quietly. With tension in the air that no one else but the two of you feel, you speak up.

“O-oh, I was just hoping to talk to Neville, actually.” Your statement makes shocks everyone.

“Me? Right, yes. I’m Neville. Sorry.” He gets up, almost tripping. You smile, walking towards the doors of the great hall with him.

“So, why’d you want to talk to me, Y-Y/N?”

The tension is thicker than ever and you take a deep breath. Better to tell him now than leave school knowing the one guy I genuinely liked never knew about how I really felt.

The sayings were right, it was easier said (in your head) than done.

“I need to tell you something important.”

“Like why the sky is usually blue?” Neville asks, trying to make the situation lighter.

You chuckle lightly. “I know the answer to that, but no. I-I came to tell you about how I felt. How I, um, how I really feel about you. I’ve always liked you, since forever. You were so nice to me all the years we had in school together and even when we saw each other out of school. I’m so glad we’re friends, Neville, but now I want to be more.”

When you finish your confession, you let out a long, shaky breath that you didn’t know you were holding in.

Lost for words, Neville stands there, shocked out of his shell. “Are- are you sure?” He asks quietly, his words almost inaudible.

“Yes. I’ve never been so sure in my life. Not even when I was sure I was going to fail one of my classes but- that’s irrelevant at the moment. I’m sorry. I’m just really scared that-”

Neville cuts you off by placing his hand on your chin. “Y/N.”

You look up at him, staring at his lips. Instead of feeling nervous, you both feel all the tension ease and your feelings for each other are reciprocated.

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips.

Your first sweet kiss.

#harry potter #harry potter imagines #neville longbottom #neville longbottom x reader #neville longbottom one shot #neville longbottom imagine #magicxlimagines

[moltensunlight]

okay because apparently i’ve put more thought into this than even i thought i had, here’s my take on a Harvest Moon au, and y’all know this is gonna be a klance one - literally half (if not more) of this au is based off a romance option in More Friends of Mineral Town

okay so i’m basing this au (pretty loosely honestly) off my personal favorite harvest moon game (b/c it’s actually the only one i ever played lmao): Friends of Mineral Town/More Friends of Mineral Town, and if anyone actually ends up reading this and wants to know more of a summary about the game itself to understand what’s happening in this au then i’ll happily get into that -- but for now while i’m assuming that i’m just talking to myself, 

Firstly, Lance impulse-buying a farm for this au is honestly so Relatable 

Secondly, listen in the game there’s this guy named Cliff who recently moved to town too and he doesn’t have any family and he’s really quiet and kind of a loner and you have to befriend him within the first year of the game or else he literally leaves town forever -- and i can’t remember everything but i’m pretty sure of all the romance options for dudes he’s the one that loves nature the most and i just - does this all not just scream Keith????? 

plus the pastor of the church in the game asks you to make friends with this guy because he has a hard time making friends himself and with a mentor figure like that how can you nOT immediately be inspired to throw a little broganes in the mix here, but okay messing around with storylines to make it 100000 times more applicable to the Lumberjack Keith Living in the Mountains aesthetic that i want: 

Shiro’s a military veteran that moved to this tiny town and built himself a little cottage in the mountains for optimal Rest and Relaxation

he serves as the lumberjack in the town, operating his woodworking business from his mountain cottage

Shiro’s cousin Keith moves in with him for Unknown Reasons not too long before Lance moves to town

Keith helps Shiro with his orders to build/carve stuff for the other townspeople

he’s super closed-off and has no idea how to handle social situations but he Tries

he probably comes off a little rude at first but once the townspeople learn (probably either from Shiro or firsthand experience) that he’s really just an awkward sweetheart they quickly warm up to him

not that this makes Keith any less awkward around people but it does earn the townspeople the occasional grateful smile when they respond to his lack of people-skills with kindness 

Lance and Keith actually don’t meet for a while after Lance buys the farm actually 

Before Lance can even think about having animals on his land he’s got to weed-eat the heck out of the place, and that’s putting it lightly because damn this place hasn’t seen any sort of care for y e a r s at this point and calling it “overgrown” is the understatement of the year -- but basically this doesn’t really require any woodworking yet

plus Keith doesn’t really ever go into town unless it’s for a job, so between Lance spending most of his time wrasslin’ with mother nature and Keith basically refusing to leave the mountains they’re constantly missing each other

they hear of the other’s existence sure, but it’s basically one of those ‘everyone knows this person and talks about them but i haven’t seen them even oNCE and i’m not entirely convinced this isn’t just a giant prank’ situations 

Lance is the new talk of the town what with him being the first person to buy the farm and then actually stick around in  a g e s, but Keith always takes the path to and from town that’s on the other side of a hill from the farm, and basically never really gets a chance to #confirm this gossip  

Everyone tells Lance that if he needs any repairs done or when he wants to fix up the barn & animal pens then he should go talk to Shiro and Keith

Lance has actually met Shiro a couple times now (who has also confirmed the existence of this Keith person) but somehow Keith becomes like the one person in the entire town that Lance has yet to meet

Eventually this is resolved after a pretty gnarly storm rolls through and leaves Lance’s roof with at least five different leaks and Lance has to go to Shiro for help

Keith is actually out when Lance pays the little mountain cottage a visit (Lance seriously doubts the guy’s existence at this point)

There are more storms coming soon and Shiro suggests getting the leaks repaired early the next day, to which Lance agrees, entirely forgetting that “early” in this town actually means “the asscrack of dawn” until Shiro shakes his hand with a comment of “Great, I’ll see you at 6 in the morning then.” and by then he’s already agreed he can’t just back out

Which means that the next day he’s scrambling to make himself look somewhat presentable when he wakes up to a knock on his door (sleeping right through the five alarms he’d set for himself) and flings open the door to greet Shiro- only it’s not Shiro

It takes an embarrassingly long time for Lance’s brain to start working again and when it does of course the first thing out of his mouth is about as eloquent as he feels, “You’re not Shiro.”

Lance isn’t entirely sure how to read the other guy’s face, he can’t tell if he’s pissed off from his comment or incredulous at Lance’s incredible powers of observation- “Congratulations, you have eyes.” - okay maybe a bit of both but really though who has that level of wit this early in the morning?? that should be illegal 

“I’m Keith. I’m here to fix your roof.” - and this is how Lance learns that the Mythical Keith is actually Real

Basically it’s not the best meeting and Lance is kinda put off that he got dragged so hard before his brain was even functioning properly for the day

Plus it’s like whatever circumstances had kept them from meeting in the first place are just gone now because he starts seeing Keith everywhere

Okay goin’ into lightning round here b/c this is already 10 years longer than I was expecting and i still need to write a short paper due tomorrow

Basically Lance starts getting more of the buildings on his land fixed up, which requires Keith (and sometimes Shiro) to be there

(You KNOW Shiro has Keith go help Lance instead of being there himself because he knows Lance and Keith are about the same age and this is a great opportunity for Keith to make a friend)

Keith gets to witness Lance still trying to get used to early morning wake-up times, and while initially it was kind of frustrating as they come to know each other a bit better it becomes Endlessly Amusing

They wind up developing this snarky banter with each other because of it, and even though they’re under the pretense of dragging each other eventually one of them will say something that gets them both laughing

Basically they wind up having a lot more fun than either of them expects to, and this of course do not go unnoticed by the town and probably leads to a lot of comments on it as the nosy neighbors (read: Hunk) try to get them good good deets on the situation

Now while I am making it all sound like fun and games here (which it certainly is, this au has gotta be just as feel-good and chill as the game is), Keith is definitely still mostly quiet and removed from everyone 

Lance probably finds him in the mountains by himself a lot when Lance goes up there to forage or mine

At the end of the day I want it to be this super chill and kind of wistful and feelgood au where Lance slowly learns about this mysterious boy with a mysterious and sad past that lives in the mountains with his cousin

and Lance comes to be a real source of happiness and friendship and support for Keith, which leads to Keith opening up more to the townspeople and making even more friends (Pidge, Hunk, Allura, Coran -- which I already have some ideas for them but I’ll get to that Later)

and Keith kind of unintentionally helps Lance figure out who he is as a person (something Lance felt like he lost while living in the city)

and man i just want a soft good story about two boys helping each other figure out their place in the world and what it means to belong somewhere, but Harvest Moon edition

This concludes my unintentional Essay on a harvest moon au thank you all for coming to my ted talk i hope everyone has a good night 

#voltron #Voltron legendary defender #klance #harvest moon au #haven speaks #That Was Not a Lightning Round I Played Myself #a song written composed and sung by yours truly #listen because apparently i'm not done imagine keith coming to help out on the farm more #once he and lance become closer #imagine them raising little baby animals together #imagine lance cooking up homemade meals for keith as thanks #just #i m a g i n e the domesticity g O D

[helpfuldeathgod]

If you want to read what I sent my mom and possibly understand why I’m still fucking stressed (because I don’t know what’s gonna happen now tbh), it’s under this read more

1 I think you misunderstood why I bothered even mentioning a buzzword like dysphoria. My hair feeling wrong drives me completely insane and it's a wonder that I don't just cut it all off ever tbh But that's beside the point. I am 100% sure I'm depressed, have anxiety, and ADHD. Without a doubt, at all. Maybe I'm Highly Sensitive or whatever too, but the reason why I'm super skeptical about that is because it sounds like it's just avoiding the fact that there could be something explicitly wrong with me. I don't talk to you about a lot of things because the same thing keeps happening. I want to say something just to have it heard, and you offer advice whether I've asked for it or not. I appreciate a lot of the time that you are trying to help, to look out for what's best for me and that makes you a better mom than most, but you're not perfect. None of us are. I'm not resigning myself to my fate, accepting that "Oh I have ADHD, guess I can just NOT do homework then lol" it's more than that. Every single day is a fight for me. The reason why I have days left to finish my portfolio is in part because it's a creative writing class and I keep hitting a writer/s block, and the other part is that the teacher didn't actually teach us anything. The portfolio is just supposed to be a Nonfiction piece, a Fiction piece, 3 poems (unless it's a long one, then it can be condensed) and a Personal Narrative Essay. That's it, that's all we know. Everything we had to do as if we already know what these things even were. I got lucky cause I'm a writer like you, but half the class dropped out, no not everyone was. I have a surprising about of the fictional piece done, I just have to make it digital and edit it as I go. It's 8 pages and almost 5000 words right now and it's technically only looking at maybe 500 more pages til the end. That part is easy. Maybe I can just talk about my personal experiences with mental illnesses for the Narrative Essay again, more essay than narrative.2 The assignments are so open to interpretation, it’s driving me up the wall. In English, that’s where the actual issues with the whole fucking ADHD thing came in. I tried so fucking hard to keep up with the assignments that being able to turn in late work was a fucking blessing I still can’t quite grasp. I got a B in that class, an 83%, just because apparently I can shit out all sorts of bullshit when I’ve hit the Panic Response point. That’s apparently a big thing with ADHD, like I didn’t even know that.3 Depression is incredibly clear cut. Do you have a high number of days where it feels pointless to get out of bed? Do you sometimes have suicidal ideations that you wouldn’t carry out, but can’t talk about because only someone in your position would know you’re not actually in danger? Thoughts of worthlessness and the idea that things would be better off without you? You’re probably depressed. Oh but then there’s the fun mix with anxiety and ADHD!! People think ADHD is just not being able to pay attention, but it’s SO MUCH MORE than that. There is the lack of focus, but then there’s hyperfocusing. Remember when I’d be watching tv and someone would say my name and I wouldn’t hear it? I’d be doing something that didn’t seem important, but the moment I got dragged away from it I’d throw a fit? Breaking away from hyperfocus is physical pain. Oh how about when someone says something and I have to ask them to repeat it several times, only to get it on the third time? Audio Processing Disorder. When something would go a little wrong and my face would turn red and pale at the same time? Rejection Sensitivity Disphoria. Sitting there, doing what seems like nothing, as I’m struggling to force myself out of my chair so I can go make something for me to eat because I haven’t eaten since I had dinner the night before; Alternatively, I need to pee and I keep forgetting because the feeling goes away but now I’m dancing in my chair but now I’ve forgotten but now I’m-..... Executive Dysfunction. It’s all bullshit and I hate it. But that doesn’t mean I’m resigned to my fate with a broken brain.4 I have taken years to figure out so much about myself. The Depression, the Anxiety, the ADHD, the fact that I do in fact suffer from PTSD because of Beau and my Ex, the fact that I was sexually assaulted and emotionally abused by my Ex, that I’m not “just lazy” and some other Rude victim blaming accusation. I wouldn’t be like this if I had all the power over this situation. I am constantly fighting. Today, I’m tired. Sometimes you have bad days and there’s no point in beating yourself up about it, or letting anyone else. So I’m not going to let this shitty mood or our stupid arguments where neither of us feels like the other is listening ruin me for all the good I’ve managed to pull off for myself. So I’m a little mad at you, but like everything else, I’ll probably forget and move on. I’m not ready to talk about this in person yet. Honestly I almost chickened out of sending these at all...

[sgrslt]

i don't hate them, i'm just in the middle of sensory overload: 5sos edition

i'm gonna be real, i'm kind of tired of 5sos right now. i'm just sick of hearing about them and interviews and drama and people talking about how cute this and how fun and bluuuh. i'm not even tired of their music i'm just kind of tired of seeing their faces and videos and honestly i think it has to do with tumblr. maybe i'm just at a point in my life where i don't have the fucking time for this anymore. i don't have time to fall all over band members and celebrities anymore because honestly i'm someone who has no desire to even meet celebrities with the exception of a handful and honestly not even them either.

as soon as slfl was over i fucking left this fandom and let my blog sit and bake because i don't really care about what they do in their daily life because i got shit to do bitch there's grades and fucking essays and shit i don't have time for four people who i don't even know. that sounds rude but it's not. sure they're talented and i like their music but that's about the extent of my interest tbh. honestly when youngblood came out i wasn't super impressed or excited about it because people made it out to be this really emotionally charged album and everyone was making the biggest deal out of lie to me and ghost of you and when i heard it i was like "yeah i can relate but it's not that sad" which is why i kind of hate tumblr culture, especially for 5sos specifically because everyone is so fucking dramatic. and yes i did say i was ready for my feelings to be hurt by this album and they were because i was disappointed. i didn't like want you back and i didn't really like youngblood so i'm glad the rest of the album wasn't like those songs but it was still not what i thought it was going to be. and that's because everyone who went to the 5sos3 tour hyped the songs up so fucking much that they were setting everyone else up for failure (or at least that's how i felt) by doing that. the album is good but i just don't really caaare(??)? i will say that a lot of it has to do with tbhc coming out maybe a month before that and nothing has beat that album yet and unless harry styles himself releases a new album nothing will sorry. i got off topic but bare with me.

and tbh yeah i did say something about luke and sierra because if i was her age i would be dating guys who are ready to settle down but whatever she wants to do i don't care i was just confused, whatever. but accounts like sierra theory and shit like that, don't you have other shit to do and like a job and a family and shit like that? how do you invest time into ONE PERSON THAT YOU DONT EVEN KNOW. bitch how? where is the time??? why even waste the energy?? that shit is stressful to even read led alone manage a whole ass tumblr about it. i genuinely don't give a shit anymore i get stressed out when a guy i do know texts me and wants to fucking talk. i got other shit to worry about.

what i'm saying is i'm tired of hearing about parts of this band i don't give a fuck about and i think they're great musicians but FUUUUCK, i don't care anymore i'm super over this shit.

aaaanyway, you can take this personally if you want but it won't matter to me because i'm allowed to have my own opinions. bye!

#5sos #caitlin says things

[navollidiot]

yall do stay clownin huh

#i am EXHAUSTED #personal #i was gonna edit my essay so that it's not as rude but maybe now ill just post it as it is #bc some of yall act like fools and need to be taken down a few notches #what part of 'treat celebrities like regular people' is so damn hard