kristin as persephone, hence the flowers
id in alt text!
Ik we all make fun of Wilbur for having a 17 yr old best friend that lives on the other side of the country but I think its even funnier that techno’s best friend is a 33 yr old geordie that lives on the other side of the world
i do think that unnecessarily bolding and CAPITALIZING and italicizing words is hilarious BUT furthermore i’ve found that with my ADHD it makes it easier to read large blocks of text for whatever reason. it feels like giving my brain something to hold onto, as opposed to those slippery unenhanced blocks of text that i just get lost in.
is this just me? bc it feels like an adhd thing here’s a slippery version for contrast
i do think that unnecessarily bolding and capitalizing and italicizing words is hilarious but furthermore i’ve found that with my adhd it makes it easier to read large blocks of text for whatever reason. it feels like giving my brain something to hold onto, as opposed to those slippery unenhanced blocks of text that i just get lost in.
incomprehensible, uncouth, eloped with my youngest sister Helen in the night,
You seem to find it easier to read BLOCKS OF TEXT which are EMPHASIZED in KEY LOCATIONS. This habit likely stems from an UNKNOWN ELEMENT of your PAST, of which you have VAGUE MEMORIES.
hi please do not say that thanks
sex-positive asexuals are people who are willing to have sex.
sex-repulsed asexuals are people who want nothing to do with sex.
sex-neutral asexuals are people who are indifferent about sex.
all types of asexuals do not experience sexual attraction, but that does not define their sex life, nor does it mean their sexuality is invalid.
important important important
An asexual’s body is perfectly functional. It reacts to touch just like anyone else’s, meaning, an asexual will experience physical arousal and likely feel appropriate pleasure from sex when touched in a way that feels good to them personally. Asexuality isn’t the lack of sexual functions, it’s the lack of sexual attraction only, and sex can be present without specific attraction. For example, a sex positive asexual might have a what appears to be a quite active sex life for other reasons than attraction solely; emotional bonding, physical pleasure, relaxation and fun are just some reasons to like sex, even with the “kicker” being gone from the act.
The lack of sexual attraction doesn’t automatically mean a partner is undesirable to an ace - it just means they aren’t specifically attractive in that certain way. Other motivations may take over, or they may not.
Wow, thank you for this! Posts like these are really helping me to understand asexuality a lot more, and I am super appreciative of that.
A FRICKING MEN
Except the first word should be sex-favorable, not sex-positive, and the third word should be sex-indifferent, not sex-neutral. Sex-positive and sex-neutral refer to attitudes towards sex in culture, while sex-favorable and sex-indifferent refer to attitudes towards sex in one’s personal life.
This is an important distinction, as one can be sex-repulsed and still be sex-positive, meaning they have a negative reaction to the thought of themselves having sex, but support people making informed choices about their own sexuality in society (through things like comprehensive sex education and sexual health services).
So, personal attitudes about sex include: sex-favorable, sex-indifferent, and sex-averse/sex-repulsed. Cultural attitudes about sex include: sex-positive, sex-neutral, and sex-negative.
This page has a good explanation of each attitude: https://asexuality.org/?q=attitudes.html.
We’re here. The final chapter. Y’all. I’m gonna cry.
@lumosinlove thanks for these characters!!
@donttouchmycarrots thanks for being my partner in crime during this whole mess of a story <3
And thank you, lovely readers!! For sticking with me for this crazy rollercoaster of a story, for encouraging me when I felt like quitting, and for always being so, so wonderful. I appreciate y’all more than I can say.
CW: prison, food, anxiety
The drive back was silent, punctuated sharply by the two empty seats in the van. It was something they should’ve seen coming, but yet were completely blindsided by. Sirius had been on their side for so long now, it seemed odd to picture him anywhere else. It was like he’d been there for years already, fitting in seamlessly and making friends fast, filling a gap that hadn’t been obvious before but felt like a chasm now. He belonged in Gryffindor with them. And Regulus, while more reserved and distant than his brother, didn’t seem to deserve the fate he’d found. The main motive that kickstarted this whole mission had been him – all for him – and he still couldn’t avoid being dragged down with the Snakes.
Remus was on the phone with a contact from the FBI – he had been since they’d taken Sirius away – trying his hardest to find any loopholes he could. He was… actually strangely calm. Methodically tackling one idea after the next, his analytic brain working overtime. Logan could understand, though. Being productive was helpful. It was when things settled down and got quiet, when all you could do was sit there and wait…
That was when things got tough.
His leg bounced up and down in anticipation the closer they got to the cabin, his one-track mind stuck on one thing and one thing only – getting a blond safe-cracker into his arms again. Not having Leo with them had been like missing a limb, making everything feel out of balance. And even thought he was safe, he was still too far away. Logan couldn’t stand it.
Finn reached over and placed a hand on Logan’s with a knowing smile. He was ready to be home, too.
Gravel crunching under their tires only fueled the eagerness. There were lights still on in the cabin, a warm, inviting pull. The front door was open before the cars had pulled to a complete stop, revealing Leo and Hope and Lyall. Julian was presumably asleep, given the hour. Logan’s seatbelt was thrown off and the door closest to him was yanked open, Finn hot on his heels.
Leo bounded down the steps of the porch and flung himself at the two of them, finding every inch of space between them and filling it, a soft sound escaping from his lips as he held on tight in a one-armed grip. Logan and Finn both stumbled back a few steps at the impact but quickly returned the embrace, Logan’s face buried in the junction between neck and shoulder and Finn’s forehead pressed against the blond’s. They seemed to take their next breaths in tandem, slow and steady, as they leaned into each other. Time slowed, everything in the periphery faded, and the world, previously off-kilter, evened out in equilibrium.
Finn suddenly realized he felt the coarse, scratchy texture of Leo’s sling pressed up against him and pulled back a little. “Careful, baby.”
That made Leo pull back. “Why?” He glanced over them nervously. “Are you hurt?”
Logan sighed long-sufferingly and cupped Leo’s face in his hands, looking him in the eyes with a fond expression that belied his exasperation. “No, but you are,” he moved his hands to smush Leo’s cheeks, causing Finn to laugh, “so take it easy.”
Leo smiled – a real one this time, not one of the fake ones he’d given them before they left – and relaxed. After a quick kiss from Logan he asked, “So it went well? Mission’s done?”
Logan and Finn both froze at that. Finn looked over to Remus, who was still on the phone (like he had been for the past hour at least) and frowned.
“We can talk inside,” Leo said, looking worried again. “there’s lots of food for y’all.”
He wasn’t wrong. Food covered pretty much every open surface of the countertops, ranging from pancakes to grilled cheese to the cinnamon swirl muffins Leo brought to their first briefing all those months ago. Finn smiled at the memories and instantly snagged one on their way to the kitchen table. His eyes landed on Talker, who was explaining something to Hope as she took a look at his leg. Nat, Kasey, and Alex were piled onto one couch, looking tired and each with a grilled cheese sandwich in hand. He could see Remus on the porch every once in a while when he passed by a window as he paced, phone pressed to his ear.
It didn’t bode well.
Logan sat down with a plate of pancakes drenched in syrup and started telling the story, voice a quiet murmur and only interrupted when he shoveled food into his mouth. Finn wondered how none of them had really seen this coming. In hindsight, it made sense that there would need to be a trial – after all, Sirius and his brother weren’t innocent. Finn wasn’t sure what happened next, though. Criminal trials and sentencing weren’t part of the job for them. He hoped they could get the brothers out of this mess, though. If anyone could find a way to do it, it would be Remus.
At least the Snakes were done for. The information on the flash drives was enough to lock them away for a very, very long time.
He took a bite of his muffin, no longer really hungry, and listened to Logan talk.
Remus sat down on the porch swing, tired and stressed and not at all ready to quit. He listened to Alice, his only contact in the FBI, rattle off some statistics that he couldn’t even begin to understand. And he wasn’t trying to be rude – that really wasn’t his intent – but he needed to act quickly about this. So he grimaced and cut her off. “Can we get them placed in another prison? Or even in solitary until we can figure something out? If the Snakes can get to them…”
Well. Remus didn’t think they’d show much mercy to the two people mainly responsible for putting them in jail.
Alice sighed, the sound of her rummaging around in her desk filtering through the phone. “We can try. Since they did help you guys, we should be able to swing it. If something jeopardizes their lives, it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
Remus’ heart twisted – a deep, chronic ache under his ribcage that refused to let up. “Do it fast. I’m going to start reaching out to lawyers.”
“Lupin, it’s four in the morning.”
“I know.” He ran a hand through his hair with a frustrated huff. “Thanks for all the help, Alice.”
He hung up, then braced his forearms on his knees, hands gripping his hair, and breathed.
If there was one thing Remus Lupin was good at, it was planning. It was his job, and a big part of the reason he’d switched from field work in the first place. He relied on structure to get through his days, needed the stability in order to function.
There was none of that.
This was being adrift at sea, constantly assaulted by the waves and the current without rescue in sight.
And Remus had no idea what to do.
His phone pinged, catching his attention. A text from Alice flashed across the screen.
I’ve got a friend who’s a lawyer, and she’s a damn good one. I know you’ll want to do your research on her yourself, but I can vouch for her too. Here’s her contact if you want to reach out.
The contact number and email were listed under the name Dorcas Meadowes.
Dorcas Meadowes was, to put it simply, awe-inspiring.
Black curls, a dark complexion, and a serious, no-funny-business expression on her face. Her office was neat and organized, a few pictures around the place of her and a blonde girl with a wide grin and freckles. There was a small pride flag on her desk. Without a word, she motioned for Remus to sit, cool and composed and ready to get to work.
That was all it took for Remus to instantly respect her.
“So I’ve heard some of the story from Alice, but I’ll need you to start at the very beginning. Don’t leave out any details, tell me everything.”
Remus did, settling into the chair and getting comfy. It was a long story, after all. When he was done he looked back up at Dorcas, whose face was expressionless except for a single, raised eyebrow.
“That’s…” she trailed off with a low whistle.
“Well, the good news is that, if we’ve got enough evidence to back your story up, we can reduce his sentence by a lot, maybe even get him released.”
Remus sagged back into the chair, relief taking over and wiping out the tension radiating through his muscles. “Great.”
He’d known, logically, that they’d be able to reduce his sentence. With all the work he put into taking the Snakes down, there was no way they’d give him a full sentence. But getting him out of there for good…
Remus had never wanted anything so much in his life.
Dorcas leaned forward, powering her laptop on. “We’ll go visit him in the next few days and tell him what’s going on, but first we need a plan. Here’s what I’m thinking…”
Sirius hated this.
He was bored, he was tired, and – more than anything – he was lonely.
In Gryffindor, he’d become so accustomed to always having at least someone with him at all times. It was usually Remus, but he’d also grown close to most of the team. And it was nice at the time – god, did he miss it. But it was painful now. He’d witnessed what his life could be like, happy and surrounded by friends and possibly in love, and now he was back to the way his life used to be. Alone and on the wrong side of the law.
He hadn’t seen Reg since they’d been escorted into isolation for their own safety. Which don’t get him wrong – he was grateful for it. Knowing Riddle, they wouldn’t have survived the night if they were all being held together. But it was too quiet now.
The door to his cell rattled and Sirius looked up sharply. A guard was standing there, unlocking his door and opening it.
“Come with me,” the guard said, sounding bored as he opened the door further and held out a pair of handcuffs. Sirius looked at him hesitantly, not moving an inch. The guard rolled his eyes. “You have visitors.”
Sirius perked up at that, the only thought running through his head being Remus. He knew him well enough to know that he wasn’t going to take this sitting down. He’d be fighting to get Sirius free, no doubt about it. He wasn’t sure who else would be visiting him, anyways – if someone was here, it was sure to be Remus.
So Sirius got up and held his wrists out to be cuffed, then watched as the officer pointed down the hall.
It took all the self-control Sirius had to not run, to slowly put one foot in front of the other until he finally reached his destination. The guard moved around him to open the door and then Sirius was moving again.
He spotted caramel curls as soon as the door opened to the visitation room and felt his shoulders sag with relief. “Remus.”
Worried brown eyes followed him as he crossed the room quickly to sit in front of him, separated by a thick wall of glass. The movies weren’t lying, apparently. But it was so good to see him that Sirius didn’t care.
Remus looked tired. Unfortunately, that didn’t surprise Sirius at all. He knew the tendency to overwork all too well at this point. More than anything, it made Sirius want to get out of there, to wrap him up in his arms and let him take a nap there, to make sure he was taking care of himself. He settled for giving him a stern look instead.
“You need to get some sleep.”
Sirius expected a sharp, witty retort. Some sass, a comeback of some kind. Instead, Remus did the unthinkable and just smiled. “I missed you.”
Sirius sighed, softening at the gentle admission. He’d missed Remus too, of course. More than he could really put into words, and it had barely been a day. The smell of his shampoo, the quiet, reassuring presence of him by Sirius’ side, those eyes that just seemed to see right through him and know even the things Sirius tried to keep hidden. He found he didn’t mind it too much - not when it was Remus.
“I missed you,” he echoed in agreement, refusing to look away until someone cleared their throat loudly. Sirius looked over to a woman sitting next to Remus, looking unimpressed. Sirius hadn’t even known she was there, as wrapped up in Remus as he was.
Remus, to Sirius’ endless delight, blushed. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen Remus blush before. It was cuter than it had any right to be. “Um, Sirius this is Dorcas. She’ll be representing you in court.”
He had to go on trial.
Dorcas took over from there. “We think, with the evidence we have, that we can get the charges reduced, maybe dropped if we’re lucky. If you can think of any evidence we don’t know about, we can use that to strengthen your case, too.”
Sirius nodded, relieved. That sounded better than he thought he’d get, to be honest. “What about Reg?” he asked, looking between the two.
Dorcas was very hard to read, Sirius realized. And Remus looked confident… until he looked over at the lawyer. Then his expression flickered.
And Sirius’ heart sank.
“That’s a bit trickier,” Dorcas stated slowly, treading carefully. “The thing is, he never tried to get out. He stayed with the Snakes. And I know it’s not easy to get out of situations like that,” she rushed to continue when she saw the look on Sirius’ face, “but the fact still stands. And he didn’t do as much to help take the Snakes down, not like you did. We can probably reduce his sentence, but he’ll be in prison longer than you. I don’t think we can fix that.”
Sirius felt himself being torn in two different directions. He wanted to be free, to be able to live his life again. Maybe make a home in Gryffindor (or maybe move in permanently with a certain spy), get a job as a consultant. He’d make sure the poor houseplant in Remus’ apartment survived, the poor thing, and he’d keep Remus’ favorite tea stocked in the cupboard. He’d be able to relax for – well, the first time in a very long time.
But his brother.
He was the main reason Sirius got out in the first place. The reason he ended up in Gryffindor, this entire mission was for him. To get him out, to make sure he was safe.
What was the point, if he was stuck in jail while Sirius got to walk free?
He could practically hear his brother telling him how stupid he was being in that dry voice of his, but he pushed the thought away. He’d made up his mind, and it was practically impossible to sway him when that happened.
Sweet, caramel eyes might test him, though.
Sirius looked up at Remus guiltily, dreading the response he was going to get. But yet again, Remus took him by surprise and smiled sadly.
Those words hit Sirius like a freight train. He sucked in a deep breath, eyes stinging and throat getting tight. “I’m sorry.”
Remus just shook his head. “Don’t be.”
Sirius loved him.
Remus glanced over at a confused Dorcas. “He can’t leave his brother. Whatever sentence Reg gets, Sirius wants to do the same.”
She was silent for a long time, looking back and forth between the two of them. Then she sighed, seeming resolute. “Well then we’d better get those charges as low as we can.”
Four Weeks Later
Leo found Remus in the courthouse hallway during the trial recess before they were supposed to reconvene for the sentencing, looking seconds away from pacing from one side of the building to the other. The past few weeks had been hard on all of them. Between coming to terms with everything that had happened in the recent months, to trying to figure out the evidence they needed to bring forward to try and get the charges dropped against both Sirius and Regulus, to the strange feeling in the Agency brought forth by Sirius’ absence, it had been weird for all of them. Remus had been hit the hardest by all of it, though – and understandably so. That didn’t make it any easier to watch, though.
He’d been running himself to the bone the past four weeks, going above and beyond to make sure everything was in order for the trial. He looked ready to drop, if Leo was being honest.
But he understood. If it were Logan or Finn in Sirius’ place… well. He’d already figured out just how far he’d go for them.
He put a hand on Remus’ arm, trying to be as calming as possible. “You’re going to be ok,” he said carefully, choosing his words meticulously. He didn’t want to be cold, but he didn’t want to get Remus’ hopes up only for them to be dashed.
Carmel eyes met his own, and Leo sighed at the stress he saw there. He looked tired – so tired.
“What do you need?” Leo asked quietly, hoping for some sort of guidance on how to help him, how to get that look off of his face.
Remus just laughed under his breath, a sad sound. “There’s a lot of things I need.” He shuffled on his feet, gathering his sleeves in his hands. “But a hug would be a good start.”
Not hesitating, Leo gathered him into a hug, the stretch pulling at the scar tissue in his shoulder that was finally free of a sling. Remus was tense and still for a while, then relaxed into it. Leo wished he could do more, wished he could make any sort of difference in this situation. But everything was so far out of their control now; the only thing left to do was wait.
“Whatever happens, we’re here for both of you. You’re not alone in this.”
Remus stepped away with a fake attempt at a smile. “Yeah.”
There was a visual cue that neither of them seemed to catch and people started filtering back into the courtroom, making Remus’ face grow paler and more pinched. Leo stuck by his side as they walked back inside, trying to ignore the soft sound Remus made when he saw Sirius again – all the way in the front, in a jumpsuit that looked too big for him, hair longer and eyes a little duller than they remembered, fidgeting with something in his cuffed hands. Regulus was next to him, head down and avoiding everyone’s eyes. Leo just stuck to Remus’ side as they squeezed into the row of chairs with the rest of the Agency, making sure Remus was right in the middle, surrounded by so many of the people who cared about him most. Finn and Logan sat down next to him with grim smiles.
Leo reached over to tangle his fingers with Finn’s, feeling him squeeze back gently. The bruises were completely gone from his face, and he was walking limp-free now. He dropped his head onto Logan’s shoulder, having to angle his shoulders down to rest somewhat comfortably against the shorter man.
Leo would never get over the height difference.
“I’m taking a nap when we get home. This is so stressful, oh my god.” Finn sighed, making Leo smile.
That was still somewhat new for the three of them. After a few days back in their separate apartments in Gryffindor, they’d realized how incredibly codependent they’d become during their mission. Leo would find himself staring up at the ceiling most nights, worrying about the other two, until he’d get a phone call from one of them and they’d end up driving to each other and collapsing in bed together, squished together just like those hotel rooms they’d shared. And it had gotten to the point where there wasn’t any point living in different apartments when they ended up together most nights anyways, so Leo and Logan had packed up their things and moved in with Finn. He had the largest bed, anyways.
So yeah. They lived together now. And Leo was ridiculously pleased about it.
They were taking that vacation in a few weeks, too – the one Finn had first brought up in the back of a getaway car, tears in his eyes and blood on his hands. Somewhere warm, just like he’d promised. He’d get to watch Logan tan and Finn turn red like a lobster, only to go straight back to pale. They’d get some time to relax and not stress about work – just themselves and the vast expanse of beach and water in front of them.
Leo couldn’t wait.
“We’ll take that nap together.” Logan answered Finn quietly, turning his head to meet Leo’s eyes as he pressed an affectionate kiss to Finn’s head. Leo smiled at him, the sense of one chapter ending and the next beginning washing over him.
Whatever came their way, they’d be ok. They’d proven that already.
The crowd hushed as the judge sat back down, face impassive.
“We have reviewed the evidence and testaments brought forward in defense of Sirius and Regulus Black.” He started, looking down at the two in question critically as everyone in the courtroom seemed to hold their breath.
“It still doesn’t change the fact that they committed crimes while with the organization,” the judge stated firmly, then continued, “Regulus and Sirius Black are hereby sentenced to one year in prison.”
The gavel slammed.
Remus sat there in quiet disbelief.
They’d done… everything. They’d worked so hard for the past month in attempts to let Sirius and Regulus’ sentences reduced – and that was technically a reduced sentence – but it was still more than any of them had been expecting.
They hadn’t done enough.
Remus almost missed all the movement around him, too busy staring at the back of the seat directly in his line of vision, but his gaze snapped up when an achingly familiar voice called his name.
Sirius slowed to a stop as he passed Remus on his way out, eyes wide and frantic. Desperate. It broke Remus’ heart, more than it already was. “Wait for me?” He asked intently, like his sole focus was on Remus and his answer. He shoved his open palms out, revealing what he’d been fidgeting with during the entire trial. Remus looked down to find an origami flower, conveying all of Sirius’ hopes for the future within the delicate folds.
Remus wished more than anything that he could reach for him; to pull him in tight, hold him close, and refuse to let the guards take him away. He also had the half-formed plans of a jail break already in mind, even though he knew Sirius would never agree to it. It was then that his eyes locked with the gray ones he’d come to know better than his own and he knew – he knew that he’d wait, however long it took.
Remus loved him.
It wasn’t a grand revelation, it wasn’t sudden. In all honesty Remus had probably felt that way for a long time now, the truth prodding at the back of his head, nagging at his subconscious. He loved Sirius, plain and simple. Simple except for the fact that one of them was going to jail for a year. And yet, no matter how complicated it got, no matter how much time went by, it was the easiest decision Remus had ever made.
Well. If love made people crazy, Remus was certifiably insane.
He smiled a little tearfully at Sirius and nodded fiercely, picking up the paper flower delicately.
“You know I will.”
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What about 6’7
please dont tell me thats how tall you are
I am 4'9 what are your thoughts on my height?
I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship
I was today years old when I learned that when you type “otp: true” in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship
Here’s a cheatsheet of all the available hidden search functions . “-creators:[whatever]” is another exclusion that can be particularly useful.
Those corrective versions of “I’m not like other girls” memes have been going around a lot lately, and while I enjoy and appreciate them, I had some Thoughts™ based on my own childhood experiences as a GNC Not-Like-Other-Girls Girl.
Gonna add nd girls to this as well. A lot of ‘not like other girls’ memes centre on fashion and pop culture trends— things that autistic girls especially often do have a harder time keeping up with than Other Girls because we don’t have the social skills to pick up on them as easily.
If you’re in your teen years and steadily coming to the conclusion that you genuinely aren’t Like Other Girls, but you don’t have a diagnosis and so can’t really explain why, then “well maybe I’m just secretly Better than them” is a lot more appealing as an explanation than “maybe I really am just a freak.”
my favorite characters in the tom simons vlogging universe are: the theme park worker who pretended tommy was stuck, the skydiving guys with their jokes about things going terribly wrong, mr. military, the golf course employee who asked about their “respected profession,” and the water park lifeguards
fanfic speedrun: write the scene you want to write and skip the rest of the fic
(same goes on the reader side of things)
I’m seeing people on this post who think that what I’m saying is, “Write out of order, starting with the things you enjoy most.” And while that’s fine advice, it’s not actually what I said.
What I said was, “Only write the thing that’s fun, and don’t write the rest.”
Write one shots. Write drabbles. Write ficlets. If you have 5 interesting scenes but you can’t figure out how to tie them together into a fic, then write 5 separate ficlets, post them in a series, and when you get another idea for that series just plop it right in there and rearrange the works into the right order.
You don’t have to write longfic to write fanfic.
I love one shots. One shots are awesome. One shots don’t fuck around. One shots are a hit of pure, distilled fandom straight into the veins. They know what they’re here to accomplish and by God they accomplish it with as little extraneous bullshit as possible. Sometimes you don’t want a 30 chapter slow-burn epic five course meal; it too much. Sometimes you just want to down a double-expresso one shot of your favorite character and ride that high for the rest of the afternoon.
What about like, oneshots that need context? i.e. how a ship got to be a ship, what events led to X and Y
Write that as your summary, then do the thing. You don’t actually need to explain in detail. For example:
- A and B are celebrating their first wedding anniversary.
- The team are on the run from [Big Bad] and while they’re holed up in a hotel they plan their next move
Boom. Done. How they met and fell in love and got married doesn’t matter. How Big Bad found them or what happens next doesn’t matter. You can write those things another time, if you ever want to, but for now you can just do the part that you want.
And if you never want to write more? Okay. You don’t have to.
Just write that scene. Your readers can imagine the rest.
GOOD MORNING FROM MEEE!!! TODAY I GRADUATE!!!! YAY FINALLY IM GRADUATING!!! But I still have school until Tuesday 😭 but IT’S SUMMER FOR YOU!! HOW IS YOUR FURST DAY OF SUMMER AND HOW WAS YOUR BIRTHDAY? HAPPY THURSDAY!!! -Dani
AYYE GRADUATION POG! My graduation was Tuesday, and it was a pre-recorded video (with terrible graphics lmao). It was v embarrassing. I’m picking up my diploma today.
My first day of summer was cool! I had a birthday lunch and some presents (my mom got me ice skates, my brother got me nail polish) and then went to swim practice!
The sky was grey, dark, the full moon hidden behind rumbling clouds. Rain was coming, Saint could taste it in the air. It felt heavy, warm, about to burst at any moment. But he didn’t go inside, didn’t turn from where he stood, staring out at the restless sea, as grey as the sky above it.
“Saint?” A voice called out. Luke. “What’re you doing out here?” he asked, coming up beside him.
Luke fell silent, as if he too was listening. The crash of the waves against the shore was soothing and nonrhythmic, the taste of salt laying on the tip of Saint’s lips. Standing out there in the open, it was easy to feel as the first drops of rain began to fall.
“We should go inside,” Luke said, turning to leave. But Saint reached out, grabbed his arm before he could move.
“Saint it’s raining. You’re gonna get soaked, or-”
Saint turned to Luke, looking at him in the dim light. It was hard to see, illuminated only by faint moonlight and lights from the porch. But he could see the panes of Luke’s face, the curves and edges.
Luke moved to stand next to him once more, face tilted up to the sky. Saint didn’t let go of his hand. He looked up too, eyes falling closed, and felt the cold water fall on his face. He smiled.
He could hear Luke’s frown as he stepped away, the confusion as he flung his arms out wide. The wind whipped his shirt and his hair, cold air shocking his body. He didn’t mind.
“Dance with me.”
He expected Luke to say no. To turn and go back inside, or watch him bemusedly before getting cold. He didn’t expect warm hands to grab his own and tug him close. Luke smiled. This close, Saint could just see the different colors in his eye.
To the sound of pounding rain and crashing waves, Saint pulled Luke into his arms and danced. They laughed, voices getting lost in the storm, screaming to the heavens just for the sake of it. Luke held tight to his hand, even when Saint pulled away or spun him around.
When Saint cupped a gentle hand to Luke’s cheek, he was reminded of another storm, months and months ago. He could see in Luke’s eyes he remembered it too as he brought their mouths together.
Luke was warm, and he tasted like rain and salt, the sea and the sky mixed into one. Saint could feel the laughter on his tongue, adored the feeling of warmth and safety Luke always brought, even when the whole world was upside down.
“So this is what we’ve become, huh?” Luke murmured against his lips.
“Fools who dance in the rain.”
Saint couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculousness of it all.
“You like it,” he teased, and wondered if possibly he was onto something.
“Hush, you.” Luke kissed him again, sweet as the summer rain, and Saint didn’t mind being shushed if it meant Luke would keep kissing him this way.
Later, when they’d tired of kissing and begun shivering from the cold rain, Saint followed Luke inside, to the warmth and comfort of his bedroom. He borrowed some dry clothes and they curled into Luke’s bed together, hair damp and hearts warm. Luke kissed him again, all tongue and teeth, and Saint couldn’t help but fall a little bit in love with it all. It electrified him, sent sparks down his spine and made him feel alive in a way nothing else did.
Too soon Luke pulled away, smoothing Saint’s hair back and kissing his lips once more, reaching over to switch off the lamp. It left them in the light of his nightlight, and Saint felt his eyes close against his will.
Luke leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead, whispering, “Good night, love.” Saint was already drifting off, smile gracing his lips long after he fell asleep.
the photos from this meet-up are so funny because it looks like someone grabbed a bunch of strangers off the street and made them pose for a photo together. every single one of them is dressed completely different i love it.
adding to this
Scott: living his best life, icon.
Tubbo: has no clue where he is, but happy to be here.
Wilbur: wanted to wear jeans to the beach, giving very edgy older brother vibes.
Tommy: in his model arc, look at him go.
Jack: ready for a fishing trip, fun uncle energy.
Goodnight to: the guy who dresses like a holister pride collection ad, wannabe private school attendees who dress like they know golf, bitches who run indie moodboard blogs on tumblr, said indie bitch’s protégés , and honorary fishing dads <3
happy birthday @im-oknutzy-trash
i love you, hex :)
thank you so much, this fic is pog af so far, i fucking love techno and tommy’s interactions, peak bedrock bros (also you and your obsession with moana (fond))
i love you too, so fucking much
you’re so awesome, i legit dont know what i did to deserve you
kinda funny when english teachers say stuff like “i can tell if you didnt read the book” or “i can tell when people bs their paper”
no you cant. you can tell when people are bad at bs-ing their paper. i didnt even read the sparknotes and i barely skimmed the wikipedia and you gave me an A. you kneel before my throne unaware that it was born of lies
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