#i have some asks buried in my inbox and i will find and rescue them all eventually

[vinelark]

Ok I have spoken to my financial advisor and she has agreed with me that I can offer you $20 USD if you complete buy back the secrets.

She has also said the highest I can financially go without ruining my budget for the month is $20.25 USD

so glad to hear you are being very responsible with your budget 🙏 good news is i’ll finish it for free so go buy yourself a little treat with that $20 instead

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[gringolet]

INTRO TO ARTHURIANA MASTERPOST

under the cut for absurd length

HOW TO GET STARTED WITH ARTHURIANA

The Arthuriana fandom is very broad and there's no one piece of media, which can be confusing for people just getting into it! There’s no right way to engage with arthuriana, and no minimum level of knowledge or reading you need to attain to qualify. 

The basis of the Arthurian Legend is a body of hundreds of texts written across the medieval and early Renaissance period in dozens of languages and cultural traditions. Which can seem pretty overwhelming, but there are a lot of modern vernacular translations-- you absolutely don’t have to learn old French or anything. I’ll go more in depth on where to get started with texts further down.

You also don’t have to read texts at all. As I said, there is no minimum basis-- if you prefer to engage with modern adaptations, or want to engage with medieval arthuriana outside of reading texts, that's also cool! 

In terms of modern adaptations there is a wealth of choices, which I am very much not an expert in lol, so I’m afraid I can’t give much in the way of reccs. Books I have heard good things about are, Exiled from Camelot, Idylls of the Queen, The Buried Giant, the Squire's Tale series, and Gawain by Gwen Rowley (warning that this one is apparently erotica? Good for him). I trust @princesslibs  for modern book reccomendations. and if you speak French Kaamelott is purportedly a very good tv show. Frankly no modern adaptation will ever be better than Spamalot to me, but that's just my personal take. 

If you are curious about engaging with texts but (understandably) don’t want to read a ton of dense medieval literature, one really cool resource is Norris J Lacy's New Arthurian Encyclopedia, which you can pick up at most used bookstores for under ten bucks. It’s a very thorough easy to look through reference of characters stories and texts. I know a lot of people like the Nightbringer wiki, though I personally am wary of it because it basically never cites sources. It’s a good quick reference though and a lot of people like it, I’d just take it with a grain of salt. Sparknotes also has a lot of summaries of the major texts like Le Morte D’Arthur and the romances of Chrétien De Troyes. You are not a fake fan for doing this I promise. And of course you’re always welcome to send me an ask <3 

Finally, getting started with texts. Quick glossary of terms:

--Verse Romance

    A verse (poem) story which can vary a great deal in length. These deal with the adventures of individual knights, usually Gawain, and tend to have a great deal of magical elements and the stereotypical monster slaying, questing, damosel rescuing knight adventures.

--Prose Novel or Romance

    A non poetic narrative, more like a modern novel, more likely to deal with the fall of Arthur, sword in the stone, Mordred, fall of Camelot sort of affair. They are usually quite long. Most famous of these are Le Morte D’Arthur and the French Vulgate, but there are a slew of late medieval Prose novels floating around. Eluding Rey.

--Pseudohistory

    I’m gonna b real these are boring I think. These are, as the name suggests, written as accurate depictions of history.  They very much are not, but they claim to be. Most famous of these is Jeffrey of Monmouth, Mr Jeff Mouth himself, and his History of the Kings of Britain, which I haven’t read because it bores me. You can if you want. It’s in Latin. Whatever. These tend to be some of the earliest texts, and include the “lives of saints” stories. Life of Gildas is the only funny one.

--Ballads

    These are only arguably texts, as most of them were written after the time of the “canon” being composed. But I like them. These are songs telling stories, recorded by people like Francis Child and Thomas Percy. They are very short and fun and include stories like The Boy and the Mantle, Kempion, and King Arthur and the King of Cornwall.

--Lai

    A specific type of French verse poem, usually quite short. The most famous collection of lais are those of Marie le France, including things like Bisclavret and Lanval. 

--Traditions

    Since Arthuriana was written all over, there are different literary traditions across time and space. The French tradition is one of the most famous, including works like the vulgate, Chretien and a lot of verse romances. The English tradition is one of the most influential on modern adaptations, including the Morte D’Arthur and Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. There are also Welsh, German, Dutch, Hebrew, Italian, Spanish, Portuguese, Tagalog, Greek, Belarussian, Scottish, Irish, Breton, and probably even more. There’s a lot. It’s very cool and sexy.

A note that there is also a big tradition of Victorian revival Arthuriana. I wrote a starter guide to that here, it’s all very fun and like, aesthetic. 

Alright, now, which texts do you start with?

If you’re a little intimidated by long texts or medieval lit, starting with short verse romances in modern translation is a great place to start. These include Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, which is very good and gay and well known, Lancelot and the Hart With The White Foot, which is very good and gay and underappreciated, or Lanval, which is homophobic but funny. 

If you want to start with what is considered the oldest King Arthur Story, Culwch and Olwen is short and fun!

If you want to read about the grail quest, you can start where it started with Story of the Grail or Percival, then the four continuations, Essenbachs Parzival, the vulgate version of the Grail quest which you can buy paperback for like 5 bucks (I can also scan my copy for you just shoot me an ask <3)

If you want to read about the fall of camelot, I have the Vulgate death of Arthur section scanned here. There’s also the Alliterative and Stanzaic mortes, which are in middle English. I have scanned Simon Armitage's Alliterative Morte translation here. I’m working on my own translation of the Stanzaic but it’s not done lol. If you want the first third or so DM me lol. King Artus is very short and readable and it’s a Jewish text which is really cool.

If you want to read about Lancelot, Chrétien de Troyes Lancelot is his first text. He also has a whole long vulgate section, the first part is scanned here by val <3, and there's Lanzelet,  Sebile is in it so it’s probably very good. He’s also basically the main character of Le Morte D’Arthur which I might as well talk about here uhm. It’s long and fun in places and boring in others but it does have like the version most modern adaptations take from and tells the whole story of Arthur and Camelot from beginning to end. The Keith Baines version scanned by val is the most readable but it is an abridgement I believe. people who like le morte usually read this version so its probably the best choice lol

If you want to read about Gawain, good news! He’s in basically everything. Even texts that aren’t supposed to be about Gawain are doomed to become The Gawain Show Featuring The Protagonist Of This Text As A Sidekick. Which is so funny of him. The Roman Van Walewein is very funny and long and Gawain™. I also recommend, L’atre Perilous, Diu Krone, Sir Gawain and the Turk, and I could go on but for brevity's sake let's start there. 

If you want to read about Tristan, go shoot an ask to Valentine @lanzelet on tumblr because Tristan scares me. 

Thank you to rey @gawain-in-green for helping me find links and put this together! They are also a super great resource for stuff and very cool and nice <3 They have a tag on their blog for full text resources so deffo look at that if you want more scans and links, and an info tag and tons of cool shit that is way better organized than my blog lol

Okay finishing this off, if you want content warnings for any texts, feel free to shoot an ask! I know medieval lit can be A Lot and there aren’t a lot of good warning systems, so if I’ve read it or know someone who has I can give you warnings if you want to read something but are understandably wary . <3

In terms of tagging, Arthuriana and Arthurian Legend are the main ones on tumblr. Arthurian Mythology is also used but tbh shouldn’t be. On Ao3, we’re trying to get our own Arthurian Literature tag but <3 its a whole thing. Anyway the tag is Arthurian Mythology, but I’ll b real, it’s kind of flooded with stuff that doesn’t really belong there, because even though it’s a fandom tag other people unknowingly tag stuff as Arthurian Mythology when it’s like, a knight au. Which is not their fault bc it’s confusing but, ah, alas. ANyhow, feel free to drop in my inbox anytime with questions, suggestions, reccs, etc!

Okay godspeed!! Have fun reading, watching, browsing, etc! 

[visionsofus]

Wanda and Vision's Mixtape Masterlist (updating now)

cover by the wonderful @jjlover01​

Note: my inbox is currently open for prompt/ song submissions 🥰 (1-2wk turn around)

AoU to CW

#10 Death Stranding by CHVRCHES

what will become of us if we dare to dream? Wanda and Vision spend the night at a glitzy party for a mission and get jealous when they see each other with other people. read on AO3

# 11 Happy Together by the Turtles

the only one for me is you. In which Wanda and Vision try to deliver on a promise to cook breakfast for the rest of the team but end up goofing off together instead. read on Tumblr // AO3

#12 Where the Shadow Ends by BANNERS

put your trust in the light you cannot see. Wanda falls ill at the compound and Vision panics. Surprisingly, her illness gives them an opportunity to talk about their feelings. Wanda comes to terms with putting faith in her feelings and in Vision. read on AO3

#15 Flares by The Script

did you see the sparks filled with hope? Mere days after the battle in Sokovia Wanda is still coming to terms with Pietro's absence and the new life she is faced with in upstate New York. Waking from a nightmare she leaves sleep behind and takes solace in Vision as an unexpected comfort. Read on Tumblr // AO3

#19 Feel Something by Jaymes Young

you could be the one to make me feel. Movie night at the compound isn’t going well for Vision, and that’s even before he decides to try and be a bit more human and eat food. He manages to drunkenly confess his deepest insecurities about his own existence before the night is out. Ft. angsty Vision, jealous Vision, pining Vision and basically Vision feeling a whole array of emotions he doesn’t know how to deal with. read on Tumblr // AO3

#21 Start a Riot by BANNERS

I will tear down every wall just to bring you home. Wanda has a breakdown shortly into arriving at the compound and Vision is the only one who can get through to her. read on Tumblr // AO3

#25 Remedy by Adele

I will be your remedy. Wanda comes back injured from a mission and Vision has to come to terms with her mortality, and the limits of their relationship. Tender touching and the intimacy of tending to wounds. AO3

CW to IW

#3 Rescue my Heart by Liz Longley

Rescue my heart (I'll drown without you). In which Vision arrives to help break the Cap’s team out of Raft prison post-Civil War. Wanda recalls fond memories of the compound and comes to terms with the idea of living on the run. read on Tumblr // AO3

#5 The Best by Tina Turner

a lifetime of promises, a world of dreams. In which Wanda searches Edinburgh for Vision after she arrives late at their safehouse. When she discovers his energy signature floating around the city, she decides to follow the threads to their source. Along the journey she recalls the complications of their long-distance, secretive relationship but by the end recalls exactly why they sacrifice so much to be together. read on AO3

#6 Somewhere only we know

In which nobody died in Endgame and Vision gets the opportunity to pick up where he and Wanda left off before they were interrupted in Edinburgh. read on AO3

#7 Clarity by Foxes

don't speak as I try to leave (I'll fall right back to you). A distressed Vision shows up at Wanda’s door after a particularly bad situation goes down at the compound. She comforts him as they both try to reconcile with the very different lives they are now living. read on AO3.

#8 Our Corner of the Universe by K.S. Rhoads

Our little corner of the universe. In which Wanda and Vision are coming to the end of a few weeks together in Paris pre-IW and Wanda dreams a life for them where they no longer have to run and hide. Unknowingly, she draws Vision into her dream and they both must contend with the idea that this reality isn't something that will be easy for them. read on Tumblr // AO3

#9 If You Ever Come Back by The Script

just like you were never gone. Wanda and Vision recall an argument that forced them to go their separate ways in the early days of their relationship post-CW. Upon finding out Wanda is near the Compound Vision can't help himself and seeks her out to apologise. Read on Tumblr // AO3

#13 I Know Places by Taylor Swift

just grab my hand and don't ever drop it. Wanda and Vision try to spend a peaceful evening out for dinner in Paris when they are suddenly attacked. To keep each other safe they split up, forced to make the harrowing journey to the next safe house separately. Vision is faced with Wanda's mortality. read on AO3

#14 Me and My Husband by Mitski

when he walks in, I am loved. Vision is reminded that it is Valentine's Day and decides to show up at Wanda's safehouse to surprise her. Fluff ensues and Wanda's fugitive teammates realise exactly how close the pair have become. read on AO3

#17 Can You Feel My Heart by Bring Me the Horizon

can you feel my heart. One year into being a fugitive Wanda gets cornered, Vision sees the news in real time and runs to her aid. Aka Vision going apeshit when he thinks Wanda is dead. read on Tumblr // AO3

#18 That's All by Michael Bublé

All I have are these arms to enfold you and a love time can never destroy. Wanda and Vision share a perfect morning in Paris, snuggled up together watching the rain stream past the windows. aka 1000 words of fluff. Read on Tumblr // AO3

#20 The Scientist by Coldplay

you don't know how lovely you are. Wanda surprises Vision by breaking into the compound shortly after the fight in Germany. read on Tumblr // AO3

#23 Bury This by RVRB

I should bury this. Immediately after Wanda leaves in Civil War, Vision reflects on his feelings surrounding her departure. AO3

Post-IW

#16 Through the Fire by Jake Etheridge

I was lost (now I'm found again). The Battle of Wakanda is over. Vision knows he's gone and that there is no coming back. Taking pity on Vision, the mind stone lets him see some of his most treasured memories once more, to ease his passing. read on Tumblr // AO3

Canon Divergence

#1 Last Dance by Camera Can't Lie

If this was our last chance (I'd ask you to say). In which Civil War never happened and they all lived happily ever after. Wanda and Vision dance at one of Tony’s fancy galas and are forced to address the feelings that have become apparent to themselves, and the rest of the team. Yearning included with a happy resolution after a lil bit of angsty longing. read on Tumblr // AO3

#2 Infinity by Jaymes Young

Darling my soul, it aches for yours. In which Wanda and Vision sneak out of the compound and go on a date and just revel in the act of being together in public. The rest of the team doesn't know yet so they're working had on keeping everything a secret. When they arrive back Vision is so enamoured with Wanda that he trips the Compound alarms, waking everyone up with the fear of a break in at the front of their mind only to find the pair in a compromised position. Read on AO3

#4 Light Me Up by Ingrid Michaelson

we are tonight, we are forever. Wanda and Vision spend a domestic evening together free from the rest of the team. read on Tumblr // AO3

#22 Only Us by Ben Platt

it can be us, and only us. The Sokovia Accords are renegotiated so that the team are never divided. Following the successful signing of the document a press event is held at the compound. Wanda and Vision take a moment to breath away from the crowds, both have been holding back from each other for months, worried about risking their friendship. A simple miscommunication leads to a brief moment of angst as they realise their months of pining over each other has been mutual. read on Tumblr // AO3

#24 I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys

I wanna be yours. Things get racy between Wanda and Vision in the compound kitchen. Vision tries to come to terms with the intensity of his feelings for Wanda. AO3

[ghoulciifer]

Hi! I just saw your English exchange student headcanon and I was wondering if you could do a Irish exchange student headcanon? Like she's always messing, having a bit of the craic but one day the bakusquad accidentally eat a load of the food she was sent from her Nana and she just goes off because there's barely any Irish food in Japan and she misses it but bakuboy helps her out! Sorry if this is really specific! I think it would just be gas if that happened 🤣😂 Thank you so much!! 💕💞💗❤️

hc: the bakusquad eats irish!reader’s food from home, but Bakugou comes to the rescue.

tw: none

tags: irish!reader, bakusqaud tomfoolery, bakugou being the tsundere he is

notes: hi anon!! i’m so happy to hear that you enjoyed my british!reader headcanons. this request also required me to do some research because i honestly didn’t understand some of the terms you used AJAHSGAHAJJA again keep in mind i am VERY american so i apologize of any of this is off/inaccurate. also, this ended up being much longer than i intended so it’s not proofread :,) but i still really hope you enjoy!! i know i enjoyed writing it! thank you so much for your submission, and my inbox is still open for asks ❥

» just like i said in my british!reader hc, pretty much all of class 1-A befriended you at some point during your stay at UA, so when you decided to stay in japan it left you with some lifelong friends!

» ESPECIALLY the members of the bakusquad, literally cannot get rid of the fuckers (not that you want to, tho)

» and they absolutely love you! you’re an essential part of their group, they can’t imagine what their lives would have been like without you.

» they especially love that you still value your heritage, and they shut their mouths n’ open their ears every time you talk about it because they’re SO interested (especially bakugou but he won’t admit it ajdhsjahah)

» because you’re so in touch with your roots, you often talk about your family, your childhood, what it was like living there, etc.

» they lowkey feel bad when you get super homesick because they definitely begged you to stay after graduation, but you always reassure them you wouldn’t wanna have it any other way! they’re your home now!

» but it is especially sweet when you receive care packages from home, as much as you love it in japan you still like having a little piece of home with you

» so when your nana sends you snacks, trinkets, and all kinds of random shit she can stuff in a box? you CHERISH that shit

» every now and then you’ll share with your buddies but you NEVER show them your stash, bc you know they’re gonna be selfish especially sero n’ kaminari, stingy bastards

» they love the snacks almost more than you do, swear they’ve never tasted anything better in their lives

» even bakugou’s like “damn this shit IS good”

» but they’re yours! not theirs! it’s your own little secret taste of home that they wouldn’t be able to understand, so you keep that stash on LOCKDOWN

» but... what you didn’t account for was mina’s incredible snooping ability

» while you were on patrol one day, mina was cleaning up around your shared apartment with sero. halfway through doing her laundry she realizes she’s missing one of her favorite sweaters, which you borrowed about a week ago, so by that logic she takes advantage of your absence to go find it

» while she’s shuffling around in your closet something falls and bounces off her massive hair, landing next to her feet and as she investigates she instantly recognizes the packaging

» “SERO!! Y/N HAS MORE OF THOSE HUNKY DORY THINGS!”

» the speed in which sero reached your room rivaled iidas, istg

» “YOU MEAN THOSE GOD TIER CHIPS?”

» she frantically nods and immediately begins searching for more, finding the box you keep buried in the corner of the shelf of your closet

» their eyes are practically bulging out of their heads at the amount of snacks you’ve been hoarding; things they’ve had before, things they’ve never tried, it all looked so beautiful as their mouths instantly began to water

» the rational thing to do in this situation would be to put the box back and ask you about it later, right?

» nope

» they’re quick to call up the rest of the group and before you know it, they’re all surrounding the coffee table staring at a mountain of irish snacks

» bakugou and kirishima are surprisingly the ones trying to convince everyone to not eat them, because you probably had them stored away for a reason

» but after sero shoves a jam mallow into their mouth they’re definitely on board to chow down

» you finally come home after a long day of dealing with bs villains, feet aching, back sore, only to find your idiot friends devouring your sacred snacks

» apparently they never heard you come in because it takes a good minute before kaminari catches your fuming face staring right at him, arms crossed with your brows furrowed into a harsh V

» “so, uh... how was patrol?”

» you lost it

» “Oh, Jesus, Mary, and Joseph could ye be any more stupid, ye feckin’ melter?”

» suddenly all eyes are on you after you begin spewing some very irish insults with very expressive hand gestures, slipping between the two dialects you were fluent in with every angry breath that left your body

» toward the end of your raging you can’t even bring yourself to look at your guilt-ridden friends anymore, so you stomp off to your room and slam the door behind you before locking it

» the silence that follows almost hurts them more than the words you threw at them, and it definitely nearly brought mina and kaminari to tears. but they knew it was because they fucked up

» bakugou eventually grumbles something under his breath before hoisting himself off the floor

» “I’ll be right back, you assholes clean that shit up.”

» about an hour and a half later, after a much needed shower and change of clothes, you finally emerge from your room to grab a quick meal

» you’re still upset, but you at least want to apologize for the not-so-nice words that came out of your mouth during your little fit, so you figure now’s as good a time as any

» so imagine your surprise when you pass through the living room to find a pile of all the snacks you were pissed about missing moments ago

» the bakusqaud is all sprawled out on your sectional in wait for you, and when they see your surprise they jump from their seats to tackle you in a group hug

» apologies are coming in left and right as you giggle between the tangled mess of limbs surrounding you

» of course you forgive them, how could you not?

» as happy as you are at the moment you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell they pulled this off

» everyone catches your confused look and simply points at bakugou, who stuffs his hands in his pockets with a harsh ‘tch’

» “There’s a market across town that sells imported snacks, Deku told me about it weeks ago.”

» you smile uncontrollably at the thought of bakugou being so considerate and being the one to take initiative to right your friends wrongs

» so of course you rush forward to smother him in a hug of his own!

» he pretends not to enjoy it, but the blush covering his cheeks says otherwise 😌

[anklesalltheway]

(Firstherofirstlove, Weatherby to Margaret) “Are you alright, my lady?” Weatherby asked gently as they were afforded some privacy, the host having had her would-be attacker thrown out of the house. He paid no mind to the slight throbbing in the hand he had walloped the drunk in the face with, all of his attention instead back on her. “He didn’t harm you at all, did he ?”

Unexpected inbox surprises - ALWAYS ACCEPTING Note: mild trigger warnings ahead

(also... pretend these images are from 20+ years earlier)

Startling how all happened so suddenly - how a lovely evening could suddenly turn disastrous, and then take another turn more unexpected than the first.

On one occasion, Swann was invited to a party at a nobleman’s manor, and of course invited his fiancée, Miss Margaret Nelson, to come with him. The elegant couple was inseparable at the event, and Margaret dazzled those present with her wit and charisma. She even rose out of a challenge to her musical talent as champion. Some foppish Viscount found it sport to challenge Miss Nelson to settle their playful dispute as to whether Handel’s Passacaglia - a piece originally written for the harpsichord - could sound equally beautiful on the harp. The challenger went as far as to call for the servants to fetch a grand pedal harp from the orchestra in the main hall and bring it to her to prove it. Undeterred - in fact, finding a sudden thrill in it - Margaret accepted, even turning down the offer of sheet music - she had the piece memorized. Sure enough, with an ovation from the nobles, Margaret won both the challenge and the dispute with flying colors. [Link to harp music here (if you don't have time to listen to the whole thing, check out 2:40-5:40 especially!)]

Preoccupied with their next idle conversations and banters, the group of aristocrats departed with words of praise to the delightful Miss Nelson’s performance, dubbing her a ‘muse’, and an ‘angel of music’. It was then that the King’s emissary found Weatherby and inquired to have a private word with him. With not much else better to do while waiting for Weatherby’s return, Margaret excused herself and made her way back to the quiet drawing-room, to see if the harp was still there and she could play it now without an audience. 

Unfortunately, Weatherby’s momentary absence was all it took before a vulture swarmed in on Miss Nelson. He had been circling her in the crowd, and finding an opportunity now took its dive. In the middle of Prelude No. 1 in C Major by Bach, Margaret realized she wasn’t alone as the gentleman pulled up a chair, scooting it until he was seated uncomfortably close to her. Margaret writhed her nose, the man reeked of alcohol.

He only made things worse once he opened his mouth - breathing slurred sweet nothings and very drunken compliments.

Margaret ignored him, keeping to her music, wishing he would leave. When the sweet nothings simmered into more suggestive flattery and distasteful innuendos, Margaret’s concentration was rudely interrupted, and she rose from her seat, glaring at the man, resisting the urge to knock him off his chair with the back of the harp.

If only she had not turned her back to the man when she tried to hastily make her leave. Not letting his prey escape, the drunkard sprung after her. Horrified and yet refusing to display anything less than noble grace under fire in her distress, Margaret turned on her heel and slapped his face, replying with a cold and harsh ‘No’, as well as further explicitly declining his advances without causing a scene and scandal. But diplomacy did nothing against a man who had succumbed all reason to his liquor.

The predator grabbed her hand - the same hand that slapped him - and forcibly dragged her with him onto the sofa with a thud, ignoring protests and attempts to push or kick him away, smearing alcohol lips and embracing her closely to prevent escape. Horrifying moments away from the drunkard besieging Margaret’s person with dignity-robbing intentions... a shadow appeared from behind them, and with a swift blow to the face the drunken bastard lie sprawled on the floor with a black eye.

“Weatherby!”

~*~

Thank heavens the drunkard was thrown out of the mansion before a likely duel of pistols was challenged between them!

Still recovering from the shuddersome shock of what had just transpired, Margaret sat alone in the parlor, a servant having brought a bottle of smelling salts on a nearby table, just in case.

She was on the verge of tears, but that would be for later. Sitting tall and noble, statuesque. Finally, her hero returned. Welcoming him as he sat beside her, her fiancé’s gentle voice was her solace to her racing heart and troubled thoughts.

“Are you alright, my lady? — He didn’t harm you at all, did he?”

“Fortunately I am alright, my dearest love. I am unharmed…” In their private company, she didn’t have to hold up all of her stoic veneers. Her eyes fell downcast to the floor, before her head leaned against Swann’s chest, shutting her eyes and burying her face. Her heart had not stopped racing. “Only a little shaken up from it all.”

Months ago at the start of their arranged engagement, Margaret was a sensible woman when it came to matters of the heart, bordering on cynical. Arranged marriages were all too often loveless - a business partnership at best, and domestic captivity at worst. She agreed to it as a means to an end given that she was the eldest daughter in a family with no sons. Yet the more she got to know Weatherby over their engagement, the more love and trust and solace became the definition of their relationship.

Pulling back she looked up at him, her eyes equally riddled with worry for him, and kindled sparks of affectionate adoration.

“I hope your hand is not terribly hurt her my sake…” her astute attention was diverted, her hands wrapped around his, gently bringing them to her lips for a soft kiss.

“Words cannot adequately describe my immense gratitude to you. For rescuing me, and defending my innocence.” It was as though the events were lifted from the pages of a heroic storybook. Like a queen and her knight in shining armor, Margaret finally pressed a tender kiss to Weatherby’s cheek. “Thank you with all my heart.”

[ofillyria]

I have been toying around with A LOT of WIP ideas recently and I’m not really sure where I want to focus my energy or which ones I want to add to my WIP list or make intros for. So I figured I’d make a masterlist of all of my ideas that I have a rough plot and character list for so y’all can peruse! If there’s one that jumps our at you, a few you like, or any that you have questions on please please flood my inbox! There’s no better way to get me jazzed about a WIP than to send me asks! I’m putting them under the cut since there’s so many!

NIGHT TWELVE: Vi crashes into enemy territory and is taken in by the army. She's given an assignment: win the heart of the wealthiest woman on the planet to procure war funding. But she's already fallen in love with her superior officer.

DAVID’S PEAK: In the small, Oregon town of David’s Peak people are being mysteriously abducted, and blame is placed on possessed park ranger Diane Atwood. She has a choice: prove herself innocent by finding the real culprit, or say goodbye to the friendly voice in her head.

YOUNG DEMONS: After failing her first spell Cecily Young swore off magic. Her power is building, brewing. The repressed magic is manifesting as a hurricane set to destroy Louisiana in a month's time. She must find a way to expel the magic in time, without tearing herself apart in the process.

THE GODLING TRILOGY: Lea is the firstborn child of Morpheus, making her the most powerful godling in a millennium. Which means she’s the perfect scapegoat for Zeus to send to do his dirty work. Including murdering the ancient being known as Nyx, who’s determined to plunge the modern world into eternal night.

BERSERKERS: Gal pals turned fearsome warriors. When the clique dons their fur coats they gain the strength of the animals they wear. It’s time for revenge on selfish exs, bigoted teachers, and abusive parents,. That is, if the consequences don’t catch up to them first.

THE BLITZKRIEG BREAKER: When Teddy’s clock repair shop becomes both the epicenter of a magical war and the London blitz, he is tasked with keeping a strange device out of the wrong hands. In a world filled with demon dogs, falling bombs, and a mysterious shapeshifting witch it’s hard to know which threat to focus on.

HELL’S EMPTY: Sometimes, the dead get restless. There are a few who manage to slip through the cracks and back into the world of the living. On autopilot, the soul takes the first available body and become a zombie. Over time the body, incompatible with its new soul, will begin to decay. Desperate to live, but falling apart, these creatures seek new fresh bodies to enter, even it means killing to get them. Luckily, hell, like any good business, has a lost prevention specialist. And she’s ready to go hunting.

WASTELANDERS: In a post apocalyptic wasteland, a team of two girls band together to fight to survive. When crossing the desert from ration station to ration station they encounter a man on the side of the road, he claims that his car was stolen with his young daughter inside. The two girls venture to find the lost girl in a no holds barred rescue mission through deadly dive bars, life or death road races, and russian roulette tournaments.

TRAGEDY ANNE: Anne,  a bandit known for terrorizing the rich folks of Round Rock, caught wind of the local mine owner’s plan to blow out the dam. Even if it means washing out Round Rock in the process. Anne wants to save her hometown but no one will listen to a lying, cheating thief.

SOUL: SOLD: Six years ago Jac sold her soul to a demon so that she could say goodbye to her mother. But now her contract is up and she only has a week before she becomes a demon herself. The plan: find the family heirloom, use it to barter with the crossroads demon, and avoid damnation at all costs.

AMELIA BRIGHT PETSITTER TO THE ABSURDLY RICH: Amy loves her job: nice houses, free food, and cute puppies. But when she’s accused of stealing jewelry from a rich client everything falls apart and her reputation is destroyed. She has to prove her innocence. Hopefully, before the super hot CEO she’s dogsitting for returns from a business trip.

THE TEMPEST PROTOCOL: Mira’s mission is to study the defunct pleasure planet which orbits a black hole. But the mission is overturned when the owner of the planet returns and kidnaps Mira’s team. Mira has to rescue her crew before they are all swallowed by the looming void or murdered by the psychopathic resort owner.

THE ELECTRIC PIGHT - Winona is an archaeologist that studies the fallen society of the 21st century. When her brother returns home severely injured, she’s determined to use old world medicine to save his life even if she has to travel for days to find it. But the way to the city of old is guarded by militiamen, cannibals, and rabid dogs. Winona’s attempt to save her brother and prove her theories right might kill her first.

WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD - Bee has been demon of the month over nineteen thousand times. She’s assigned a meager corruption mission and saddled with a newbie demon. Now, she’s determined to prove to Satan that she doesn’t need a partner. She has to find a way to kill her ‘husband’ without it looking suspicious. All while corrupting the perfect 1950s suburbia around her.

HELL FIRED - When one of the groundskeepers for the underworld goes on maternity leave her coworker has to find a suitable replacement. So they set up a reality show competition and the last person standing wins the role of right hand man to Hades’ right hand man. Which is sort of an honor.  

ARTEMIS AND APOLLO - Agent’s Artemis and Apollo have been working together for nearly twelve years. He’s the impulsive rogue and she’s the one who actually gets the job done. But now that she’s getting married he’s worried the agency will realize his incompetence. Instead of fighting it, he’s determined to make their final mission together the wildest ride possible.

FUN FUN AT THE BOARDWALK - Daniel works at the Santa Cruz boardwalk and knows for a fact it’s haunted. The giant stuffed animals have started to roam at night and recently, one tried to kill him. He has to round up a team to help him fight back but first, he has to make people believe him.

VIENNA - After being exposed to radiation from the sun an astronaut returns to earth to find that she is imbued with starlight. She’s recruited into an organization of mutants and tasked with rounding up others like her. But the more she uses her powers to render outside threats inert the more she risks burning out and turning herself into a black hole.

10 PERFECT DATES - Katherine Day’s website claims she can set up the most romantic date possible just for a small fee of $200. Rory, an investigative journalist, is determined to prove this offer a scam. So they buy 10 and ask Katherine to be the one to join them on these so-called ‘perfect’ dates. Rory thought this would be a disaster worth writing about, but the only problem is Katherine herself seems like the perfect person for Rory.

SOUL SEARCHING - A witch and her disembodied wife search for a body that can house the wife’s soul. The witch becomes a spiritual guide to people in comas, entering their minds and helping them through to the other side to open a space for the wife to have a body again.

CRITICALLY MISSED. After the death of David’s father he invites all of his childhood friends back to his childhood home for a reunion game of dungeons and dragons. When they start to fight they are interrupted as they are pulled into the game. The old friends are forced to fight off giant spiders, ogres, and long buried resentment. If they die in the game do they die in real life? And is an epic takedown worth risking your brother’s neck?

These ones don’t have titles yet so I’m just gonna give some comps so you get the vibe:

WES ANDERSON x THE HALF OF IT - Mindy’s life is going exactly how she wants. She has perfected her waffle recipe, a successful b&b, and no friends. But when her mom decides to get remarried Mindy is faced with the reality that the world goes on without her even when she constructs an eden for herself. So she enlists the help of a childhood friend to teach her how to deal with change.

STRANGER THINGS x PARANORMAN - Ryann drowned, and was resuscitated minutes after being declared dead. Now the kid sees ghosts: unmoving, unblinking figures staring at a singular location.  Ryann must discover why the spirits are back and what it is they want that’s in the Courthouse.

TOMB RAIDER x UNCHARTED - The Bloodright Chalice is the last unrecovered piece of known treasure, and Kel is determined to find it. With the help of a tagalong history nerd, she must fight off mercenaries, navigate perilous terrain, and withstand the draw of a magical artifact.

KICKASS x DAREDEVIL - Kimberly Price is trying to be the hero her powers deserve, but her moral ambiguity keeps leading her off track. Upon discovering an underground crime ring, Kim discovers her big break and that the mob boss, a mutant like her, can break any bone in her body with his mind.

INCEPTION x ARRIVAL - Dr. Parson has been having dreams recently of waking up next to a woman who he doesn’t know and she claims to be his wife. His new research partner on the particle accelerator is revealed to be the very same woman he’s been dreaming of since the beginning of the project.  He knows more about her than he should and it feels like an abuse of power, but he cannot help but fall in love, or rather stay in love. But how can he be honest when it would paint him as insane and ruin both his relationship with her and his plans for the project?

[sagemoderocklee]

∞ 🌻

as per my last fill of these prompts, im super sorry i left this sitting in my inbox for a million years :( this one isn’t tied to any greater idea i’ve been mulling over, but it did end up longer than anticipated so i’m breaking it up into two parts because it’s taken me much longer than i expected! i’ll try to get the next part out tomorrow! and i’ll probably polish it up and post it to ao3 since it’s so long lol

originally for:  PUT A “∞” IN MY ASK BOX AND I’LL SHUFFLE MY MUSIC PLAYER AND GIVE YOU MY FAVORITE LYRIC FROM THE SONG THAT COMES UP.

[ao3 // kofi]

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song: Sunlight by Hozierlyrics: At last can grant a name/’til buried in a burning flame/is love in its decisive pain, oh my/sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

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There it was again: warmth suffusing him; an awareness of his heart beating, rapid and uncontained, a wild wind in his chest; his eyes rooted to the shape of the Sun, human and solid, standing before him as a man--not divine, yet wholly and inexplicably empyrean. 

It was impious. Not that Gaara was particularly concerned with the superfluous rules of Suna’s religions, but he’d also never had reason before to compare the mundane to the divine. 

Considering Rock Lee mundane felt like more of an insult to the gods than comparing one of their own to Rock Lee. 

He shook the thought--and all other’s relating to Rock Lee and their accompanied feelings--away, forcing his heart to return to its normal rhythm with practiced ease. “Rock Lee.” He greeted Lee with a faint smile and a small nod, exactly the same way he’d done every visit for the last five years. Lee was not the Sun, he was just a man--an extraordinary man, certainly, but a man. 

“Kazekage-sama.” Lee’s radiant smile insisted that Gaara’s summation of Lee was inaccurate--or at the very least lacking. “It is good to see you. I did not expect to see you today.” 

“I had some free time.” He hadn’t. Though he was never behind on work, there was always work to do. He’d simply decided to skip it. 

“That is excellent news!” Lee’s round eyes closed, his smile broad with his joy. 

“I take it your journey was easy,” Gaara said, ignoring Lee’s smile and the warmth that refused to leave his chest. “You made good time.” 

“I did!” Lee agreed with a laugh. “There was a sandstorm just past the boarder, but I had no trouble after that. I was hoping to beat my record, but I think I missed it by a hair.” 

“You came close,” Gaara confirmed. “If you’d been twenty minutes earlier.”

Lee punched the air, his mouth a determined line. “Then I shall just beat it on my return journey!” 

“No self-inflicted punishment for not making it here earlier?” 

Lee shook his head, dropping his fist in defeat. “Unfortunately there is no time. Well, I suppose there is--but I would much rather spend it with you!” 

There it was again, haunting him, hunting him. That feeling bit at his heels, chasing him down, wearing him out. He wanted to curl a fist into the fabric of his robes and yank his wretched heart from his chest. 

“How long before you have to leave?” he asked instead. 

“I only have until tomorrow.” Lee’s shoulders had dropped until he looked like a wilting flower, despondent in the midst of a dry season, wanting for rain where there was none. 

“Perhaps you can spare more time on your return to Konoha,” Gaara offered. 

“Are you sure?” Lee asked, perking up. 

“You’re always welcome here.” They’d done this countless times. Gaara could almost predict this particular exchange. Lee never wanted to impose, never wanted to assume, but he always wanted to stay for as long as Gaara would have him. 

Gaara would have kept him forever if he could. 

The thought--sudden and complete clarity--lodged itself somewhere at the front of his mind, shimmering its truth in front of Gaara, like glass casting rainbows upon a wall. 

He kept his expression neutral, flat, quiet, but the realization had inspired a tempest in his mind. 

“Do you want to grab lunch?” Lee asked, unaware of Gaara’s turmoil, and continuing to cast radiant smile after radiant smile in Gaara’s direction--mocking him, tormenting him, beckoning him.

“I promised Temari I’d eat lunch at home today.” 

Like clockwork, Lee’s smile dimmed, like clouds rolling by to obscure the sun. “Oh, of course. I would hate to interrupt family time.” 

“You know you’re welcome to join us. Temari would be insulted if you didn’t stop by, and Ruri will be happy to see you.” 

Lee’s smile returned, as if on cue, and his eyes filled with tears. “Ruri-chan! I could not leave without saying hello to her! Is she still teething?” 

“Most of her teeth have come in by now,” Gaara said. “There are still some issues, but Temari and Shikamaru manage it well.” 

“I would expect nothing less from them!” Lee declared. “Ruri-chan is lucky to have such devoted parents! And such caring uncles,” he added, glancing to Gaara. “Is Kankurou-san around?” 

Gaara snorted, shaking his head with amusement. “He should be--along with one of his friends.” 

Lee blushed, vibrant and high on his cheeks. “O-oh, I thought he stopped bringing his uh... friends by?” 

“He did,” Gaara confirmed. “But he insists this one is serious.” 

“How is Temari-san handling that?” 

“In stride. I believe she’s hopeful.” 

“And you?” 

“I don’t have any thoughts on the matter. What Kankurou gets up to in the bedroom isn’t my concern, so long as it doesn’t have any impact on Ruri--and as far as Ruri is concerned, he’s in agreement. I think he’s trying with this one, but I’m not an expert on romance--” His stomach dropped, a knot forming in his chest where his heart should have been. He glanced to Lee’s earnest face, his gaze glued to Gaara as he hung on his every word. 

“For Kankurou-san’s sake, I hope he finds someone who truly makes him happy,” Lee said with all the sincerity of a hopeless romantic--which Gaara knew him to be, though he’d never understood it. “Love is a wondrous thing, in all its forms! It would be a shame if he did not find that special someone!” 

Gaara couldn’t help wondering, his stomach curdling, if Lee had found that special someone. “A shame indeed,” was all Gaara could think to say. 

By the time they reached his home, in the south-west section of Suna, built into the walls of the plateau, Gaara and Lee had fallen silent. To Gaara, it felt heavy with unspoken intention, and he worried that Lee would sense what he’d discovered. 

It was an irrational fear--Lee, for all that he was a wonderful man and a skilled shinobi, was not known for his observation skills. 

Inside, the smell of simmering meat and fresh fruit filled the air, and the sounds of a babbling toddler echoed from the kitchen. Beside him, Lee sighed, content and sad all at once. 

“It smells wonderful,” he said, voice light. “It is always so nice being here.” 

“Do I hear Rock Lee?” Temari called. 

“Did you hear that, Ruri-chan?” Shikamaru cooed. “Uncle Lee’s here.” 

The excited squeal that followed told Gaara that Lee was most likely going to spend lunch with a baby in his lap. He smiled to himself, his own contentment purring like a cat in his chest. 

“Ruri-chan!” Lee exclaimed, entering the kitchen, arms thrown wide, just like his smile. “Did you miss me?” 

Ruri babbled excitedly, holding her arms up and waving her hands in Lee’s direction. “Iiiii! Iiii!” She hadn’t quiet figured out all her sounds yet, and Lee’s name was only a series of high-pitched shrieks, which never failed to bring tears to his eyes. 

Lee scooped her up without a moment’s hesitation, and was met with an enthusiastic, slobbery, open-mouthed kiss to the cheek. 

“Careful, she’s got most of her teeth by now.” Shikamaru handed Lee a cloth, smiling up at his daughter from the table. “How was your trip?” 

“Excellent!” Lee declared, wiping at the spittle on his cheek. “I almost beat my record!” 

“He missed it by twenty minutes,” Gaara added. 

“And yet you’ve graced us with your company before a rigorous workout?” Temari asked, the arch notes of her voice belied by the amused smile on her face. “Kankurou’s just finishing up in his workshop--oh, and he has a friend--well, I suppose a girlfriend.”

“Her name’s Kougen,” Shikamaru cut in, coming to his wife’s rescue. “She’s from the Puppet Brigade, so I have to assume he’s serious about her.” 

Lee listened intently, bouncing Ruri on his hip while Shikamaru brought him up to speed on Kankurou’s love life, Ruri’s progress (to which Ruri had much to say), and the general happenings in the village. Gaara watched from the other side of the kitchen, his eyes trained on Lee’s expression and his heart in this throat. 

“Gaara, can you help me?” Temari asked from the pantry, pulling him from his contemplation of Lee. He forced his gaze away from the smile on Lee’s face, and followed Temari’s voice into the pantry. 

“What do you need?” 

Temari snorted a laugh. “Nothing. Just saving you from embarrassing yourself.” She held out a jar of preserved lemons, shaking it at him vigorously. “I know Lee’s not the brightest, but he’s not an idiot--you know should know that by now.” 

“What are you talking about?” Gaara bit off, heat rising in his face. 

Temari thrust the jar of lemons into Gaara’s chest. “Don’t play dumb. First of all, I’m your big sister; second, I am literally your diplomatic liaison.” 

Gaara clutched at the jar, staring into Temari’s amused and exasperated expression. “What--what are you talking about?” 

Temari’s expression softened, her smile slipping. “Gaara, I know how you feel--”

Gaara stepped closer, his eyes going wide. “I--”

Temari held up a hand, cutting him off. “You don’t have to talk about it, and I’m not judging you. I know it’s...complicated,” she said delicately, “but if you ever want to tell him, I’m here for you.” 

Gaara rarely found himself caught off guard or speechless. He swallowed, holding the jar of lemons closer, as if to protect himself as he said, “I...only just realized.” 

Temari opened her mouth, then closed it with a snap. “You’re joking.” 

Gaara gave her a flat, unamused look.

“Winds damn me for opening my big mouth. Gaara, I’m so sorry. I really thought you knew--I mean, all these years of him coming over--he’s practically family!” she whispered frantically. 

“He’s our friend.” 

“Yes, he is. But you also stare at him like the Moon herself sent him here,” she said. “I just thought you weren’t ready.” 

“I wasn’t,” Gaara said. 

“What made you realize?” 

Gaara shook his head, closing his eyes at the memory of his treacherous thoughts. 

“Never mind,” Temari said, allowing him to keep this for himself. “I’m sorry I even brought it up.” She grabbed another jar of spices, shooing him from the pantry. 

“--show coming up,” Kankurou was saying, leaning over the chair Kougen was sitting in, one hand idly playing with a loose strand of her hair. 

“I wish I could see it,” Lee said. “It sounds as though the Genin have put quite a lot of effort into it!” 

“The kids are great,” Kougen said. “I think this is our best group of Genin in a while. Last year, a lot of the new ones weren’t interested in performing.” 

“Kids these days,” Kankurou grumbled, a cheeky grin on his face. “Hey, sis. Hey, Gaara.” 

Kougen jumped up suddenly, bowing in greeting. “Kazekage-sama, Temari-sama.” 

Behind him, Temari sighed. “Kougen, how many times do we have to tell you that’s not necessary?” 

Kougen blushed, returning to her seat. “I’m sorry. Old habits.” 

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, babe,” Kankurou muttered. “Lee still calls Gaara by his title, and they’ve been dancing around each other for years.” 

“Kankurou,” Temari snapped, teeth bared. “Help. Me. Cook.” 

“What? But it’s not my turn--” Catching the look on Temari’s face, Kankurou’s mouth closed with an audible clack. “Right. Helping.” 

At the table, Lee was beet red, staring at a particular spot on the wood, mouth pressed into a thin line. He was so focused, he barely acknowledged Ruri as she tugged on his hair, her tiny hands holding onto the black strands in tight fists. 

“So, Lee,” Kougen said, her voice tight as Gaara found a seat at the table. “I’ve heard a lot about you. I mean, everyone in Suna knows who you are, of course, but rumors are so different from actually knowing someone, aren’t they?” 

“There are rumors about me?” Lee asked, still looking at the table. Ruri gave a decisive tug that did nothing to make Lee move, though he did finally look up. 

“Well, everyone knows about your fight against the Kazekage during the Chuunin exams, and we all know you visit often. You’re a bit of an urban legend. The--oh, what is it they call you in Konoha? The Beast?” 

“The Beautiful Blue Beast,” Lee corrected. His gaze slid from Kougen to Gaara, but he quickly looked away when he met Gaara’s gaze. 

“That’s right!” she said with a slap to the table. “I try not to listen to rumors too much, but you do have an impressive reputation here.” 

The flush in Lee’s cheeks from earlier returned, softer than before, and a pleased smile eased the tight line of his mouth. “Well, I hope it is a positive impression.” 

“Absolutely! Any friend of the Kazekage is welcome in Suna,” Kougen declared. 

They passed the next thirty minutes with idle chatter while Temari berated Kankurou behind them in hushed tones and finished preparing lunch. Once lunch was served, Ruri was returned to her highchair so Lee could properly eat, though she cried for the first five minutes until Lee scooted closer and offered to feed her. 

Kankurou glared at his lunch, mullish over Ruri’s clear favoritism. Though he would never admit it, Kankurou had wanted desperately to be the fun uncle. 

By the end of lunch, Gaara knew he’d pushed his luck and was bound to return to his office and an even larger stack of paper work than when he’d first decided to shirk his duties in favor of seeing Lee. He weighed the consequences of pushing his work til later, knowing Lee only had until the morning, but decided against the obviously irresponsible choice. 

Lee had hardly looked at him since his return from the pantry, and Gaara was sure that he would have time to see Lee on his way back to Konoha. 

“I should return to the office,” Gaara announced, voice low so as not to disturb Ruri, who had passed out in Lee’s arms. 

Lee looked up at him, the sunshine in his smile fading like the sun setting beneath the horizon. “Already?” 

“Unfortunately,” Gaara confirmed. “I’ll be sure to see you off before you leave.” 

“I would like that.” 

Gaara held onto the image of Lee smiling up at him for the rest of the night, keeping it close for warmth in the absence of the Sun. 

[btsmutandstuff]

You scared?

BTS Scenarios: Watching a scary movie

Request: some anon that disappeared from my inbox forever ago but I DIDNT QUIT ON YALL

A/N: This shit’s cute and I was in the mood for mixing up my usual dose of smut. Hope you enjoy! 

ALSO this is fluff. My first full blown fluff. Or at least how I do fluff. She’s hinting at smutty. 

Seokjin:

Jin wasn’t big on scary movies. He wasn’t big on movies at all, actually. He preferred to binge watch a show once in a while, curled up on the couch with you. You usually both ended up falling asleep together, but it was the thought that counted. 

You love movies and he indulged you whenever you had a particular movie you had been excited to see. This time, it was a horror movie about some violent exorcism story that looked like it would easily become one of your favorite scary movies.

You were about two thirds through the film, which had been interesting but not exactly horrifying yet, until now. The movie suddenly ramped up and got scarier than you anticipated, and you soon found yourself rotating between hiding your face behind a pillow and frantically searching for the remote, which of course was no where to be found. 

“Fuck!” you hiss, tossing pillows to the ground in your hunt for the remote. 

“Jin!” you whine, anxious to turn the tv off or to something funny; anything but this movie, which is now suddenly very gory. 

“Jinnieee! Where’s the-” you pause, looking up from your search to see him, sleeping with his limbs splayed out, his head leaned back on the couch cushion. “Jin!” you whine. He doesn’t stir and the movie continues to ramp up in intensity, so much so that you decide to bite the bullet and go try and turn the tv off on the actual monitor. You get up and get to the tv, sweeping your hands around the sides in search of the discreet buttons. No such luck as a huge jump scare pops onto the screen just inches from your face. You literally scream, crumpling up into a ball in front of the monitor. 

“Jagi?!” Jin gasps, his tired voice confused and anxious at the way he’s suddenly been woken up. “Jagi!” he says, voice full of concern as he sees you in a ball on the floor. He leaps up from the couch and comes over to you, even more concerned when you don’t move. He’s not quite sure what to do to help, but when he grabs the power cord to the tv and yanks it out of the socket, it’s a good start. He wraps himself over you, hugging you tightly under him and pressing little kisses to the back of your head and neck. 

“Y/N it’s ok! I turned it off. I’m so sorry I was asleep! I wish I heard you earlier… I don’t know where the remote is, I should have known. I usually don’t lose it, I’m so sorry,” he babbles, hoping to help in some way. You calm down, taking in your surroundings as you realize the movie is turned off and Jin has literally made a human shield of his body around you. You giggle a little, shaking him from underneath. He sits up with you and you wrap your arms around his chest, snuggling against him when his warm embrace finds you. 

“It’s not your fault, Jin. I actually think I remember leaving it in the kitchen earlier now that you mention it. Totally my fault,” you explain. You pull away and lean you face up to him, kissing him on his jaw since you can’t quite reach anything else from this angle. “But thank you for coming to my rescue. I love you.”

He beams at the soft moment and how he was able to be your knight in shining armor briefly. He tips your face up and kisses you softly. 

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

Hoseok:

Neither of you really liked scary movies, so it was kind of a surprise when the movie you and Jin had been hyping up for so long turned out to be way scarier than you thought. It was supposed to be a mystery thriller kind of thing, but soon you were both clinging to each other’s arms in your movie theater seats, way beyond trying to maintain any semblance of bravery for each other.

It was a particular shot of the killer in motion down a dark hallway that got you both gasping and pulling on each other, fighting to bury your heads into each other’s sides.

“Hobi!” you hiss, quietly. “Hobi, should we...should we go?” He looks at you, eyes a little wide, hoping you’re serious.

“Yeah, probably,” he answers, not questioning you as he takes your hand, pulling you with him out of the theater. You stroll back out of the lobby, dropping his hand in favor of slipping your arm under his, hugging it close to you. He giggles a little, looking down at you.

“Well, that was a waste of money. I thought it was going to be good,” he comments, hoping it’ll distract from how rattled he is by that movie. You gulp and calm your breathing.

“It probably was good. I just wouldn’t know since I was covering my eyes for 90% of it,” you retort, squeezing his arm a little. He chuckles and leads you toward the door, hesitating a little before pulling it open. 

“I forgot it would be dark when we got out of here..” he comments, doing his best to remain casual but you know he’s still shook up by the horror movie. You walk slowly with him in silence through the dark towards his car, not liking how eerily quiet it is. 

“Wanna run?” you ask suddenly, looking up at him and pulling him to a stand still. He looks at you questioningly for a moment before reading how serious you are. He lifts his keys quickly and presses a button, his eyes shooting over to his car as it’s lights blink and it chirps in the distance. He nods and takes off with your hand in his, leading you at a break neck pace to his car. Even though the scaredy cat is probably just as terrified as you, he still runs to your side first, pulling the door open for you and then running around to his side as soon as he’s slammed it shut behind you. He gets in, locks the doors and starts the car, turning the radio on. You both take a minute to breathe as you calm down, silence settling around you save for the quiet radio. 

You giggle a little at how ridiculous you’re being with each other, but can’t help but bust up laughing when he looks at you with those wide eyes, still probably imagining the murderer from the movie chasing you through the parking lot. You pull him towards you, ever the (slightly more) brave one, and kiss him sweetly, patting his cheek as you pull away. 

“Safe! You did it,” you assure him. “Let’s get ice cream.” He smiles at the proposition, thankful that you can be so positive and love him for his easily scared side. He puts on a fake macho brave face and starts driving, the only give away being the white knuckle grip he has on your hand. But you don’t mind. 

Yoongi:

You stifle another giggle as you feel him twitch under you. As the movie has progressed (and gotten scarier), Yoongi has slowly sunk further down into the couch and further behind your legs, bent at the knee over his lap. He was trying fruitlessly to be subtle but you could tell he was just trying to cover his eyes without actually covering his eyes. He knew you loved scary movies, and you could tell that when you asked if he liked them and he answered with...

“They’re not my thing. Boring.”

...that he was probably a scaredy cat when it came to the poltergeist-esque movie you selected. You tried to give him an out and pick another movie; a comedy or something, but he insisted on your pick, being as stubbornly sweet as ever. You wouldn’t mind, but you knew this was his way of giving you what you wanted. He’s secretly such a soft boyfriend.

“You okay?” you whisper, jolted by the little jump you felt from under you at the flash of the screen. Yoongi grunts and sniffs his nose.

“Yeah, why baby?” he asks, breathing unnaturally measured as he calms himself. You smile a little and feign innocence for his sake, knowing he’d never admit he was scared by the movie.

“No reason..” you sigh, settling back against his shoulder and refocusing on the movie. You can’t though, since all you can focus on is Yoongi swallowing hard as the scene gets more tense. And Yoongi checking the time on his phone. And Yoongi, nervously chewing his lip. You grab the remote and pause the movie, shifting in his lap to look at him.

“Wanna makeout?” you say, wiggling your eyebrows at him mischievously. His lip curls up into that smirk and he scoffs.

“You don’t like the movie?” he aks, unaware of the little tells of relief that show on his face and in his eyes.

“Nope,” you say matter of factly. “Let’s make out.”

He sighs leaning in to kiss you, as if he’s giving in to your whims. You like letting him “spoil” you like this, even if you know you’re really the one doing him a favor.

Namjoon: 

You and Namjoon loved scary movies. You made it a point of your relationship to uphold a tradition of watching at least one a month. At some point you had run out of good scary movies and had resorted to strange indie horror flicks and corny low budget jump scare films while waiting for a more promising option to be made. Either way, you two just enjoyed spending time relaxing with each other. 

Tonight he had picked some foreign horror movie you had never heard of that he found on some illegal download site, you’re sure. You didn’t care though since you were just excited to spend a night with him. You had snuggled up in bed with him and were about twenty minutes into the movie, already disappointed with the amount of gore and lack of actual scary plot line. You had tried to be subtle in your sighing and in how often you checked your phone, trying to signal to your boyfriend that maybe you should settle for a really good scary one you’ve both seen already and just dump this one, but he seemed for some reason invested in this lackluster flick. 

If the start of the movie wasn’t bad enough, as it progressed it just got slower and somehow, more boring. You lean into Namjoon, letting your free hand that isn't propping you up by the elbow fiddle with the bunched up blanket under the two of you. A wicked little idea runs through your mind. You let your fingers dance along the folds of the blanket, getting closer to Joon’s hip closest to you bit by bit. A sliver of his smooth skin is exposed between the waist of his shorts and the hem of his sweatshirt. Soon enough you’re playing with the frayed woven yarn of the blanket just under him, allowing the backs of your fingers to tease gently along that exposed skin. He doesn’t react for a moment, simply allowing you to do as you pleased. You were starting to think he was actually ignoring you until you felt the warmth of his hand come to rest just over yours. Your wandering eyes widen a bit as you glance back down at your rogue hand, now covered by his. 

“Are you trying to distract me, baby girl?” he asks, voice buttery smooth. His tone is low and quiet from not speaking for so long, and you can’t help but smile and blush a little at how his breath flutters your hair just past your ear. 

“Maybe,” you respond, coyly. You know just how playing innocent like this gets him. He pauses the movie and leaves you waiting a moment before rolling over, leaning his body partially on top of yours, snugly pinned beneath him. His hand lazily skims down your side, taking it’s time to run his fingers over every curve and dimple. He rests over your hip, pushing your shirt up a bit to expose your warm skin to him. He draws languid and small circles over the same place on your hip that you had done to him. You bite your lip and swallow a giggle, seeing as you’re way more ticklish than he is; a fact you both know well. He looks down at you like he’s a cat who’s caught a mouse. 

“How would you like it if I tickled you while you tried to watch a good movie? Hm?” he says, his tone dripping in honey and clearly having moved past the movie at this point; his sights set on another activity fo the evening. You smile and bite back a giggle as his fingers press a little more firmly. 

“Good thing I wasn’t watching a good movie,” you quip, knowing your sass is only going to get you punished. Not that that’s a bad thing. Something about how he smirks down at you tells you he knows that’s what you wanted all along. 

Jimin: 

“Jagiiii! You said it wasn’t a scary movieeee!” he whines, his voice muffled from the pillow he has shoved over his face. You try half-heartedly to pull the pillow from him, rolling your eyes at his dramatic antics. 

“Jimin it’s Inception. It’s not scary. It’s an action movie,” you reason, trying to keep your tone from sounding like you’re laughing at him. He would only pout if he knew you thought his little tantrum was so funny. 

“Jagi!” he gasps, dropping the pillow and staring into your eyes; his own are wide and bugged out, his puffy lips parted in shock. “That woman just stabbed her!” You do your best to take him seriously in this moment, but can’t give him the reaction he clearly wants. You press your lips together tightly but fail as a laugh bursts from you. You clap your hands over your mouth as his brow furrows and he closes his mouth, clearly “upset” by your lack of sympathy. 

“Jiminie it was a dream! She wasn’t really stabbed! Come on!” you half laugh, half whine to him, tugging on his arm to get him to face you again. He doesn’t let you though, staying as still as a statue with his arms crossed and his face turned away from you. You crawl over the couch and onto his lap, hugging him close to you and wrapping yourself around him as best you can with his arms still crossed. 

“Come onnnn…I just wanna watch a movie with my boyfriend….you don’t wanna watch a movie with me?” you coo, covering his face and neck with gentle kisses and nuzzles, smiling when he drops his crossed arms and eventually wraps them around you. You pull back and look at him, puffing your bottom lip out and giving him your best sad eyes. He holds his steely gaze for just a moment before it melts into his signature grin. He reaches up to squeeze your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, pecking your squished up lips quickly before chuckling at how silly you look. 

“Fine. But only because you’re so cute,” he agrees, loosening but not dropping his arms from your waist as you turn around in his lap to face the TV. He tightens his hold on you as you get comfortable and nuzzles his face into your neck, assuring he has a place to hide his eyes if it gets “scary” again. 

“And only if there’s no more stabbing.”

Taehyung: 

Taehyung watches eagerly with you as the main character makes her way down the dark hallway, finally reaching the light switch and flicking it on to reveal a ghoulish face staring back at her from just a foot away. You jump in your spot, clinging to Tae tightly and squealing as the scary moment passes. You calm down after a few seconds and look at Tae, wanting to see how scared he was as well. Except that’s not what you see. He’s got his lips pressed tightly together, and he’s doing his best to trap the laugh thats about to burst from him. He glances down at you and sees how you’re looking at him like he just ruined a joke or something. You scoff as he snorts, then bursts out laughing. 

“Come on, Tae! That was scary! How did you not think that was scary?” you prod in disbelief. He laughs and lets his head flop back onto the back of the couch. 

“Ahaa…hmm.. I-Ihi…It was so cheesy hehehehe!” he laughs, his words broken up by the goofy chuckles he lets out. If you weren’t so annoyed that he wasn’t taking your favorite scary movie seriously, you’d be laughing at how silly his laugh sounds. You roll your eyes and look at him sternly, hoping he’ll read your mind like he usually can.

“Fiiiine,” he sighs, smiling a little and pulling you into a hug against his chest. He settles back down with you. “I’ll try to take it seriously.” 

“Thank you,” you say, satisfied with his affection and his uncanny ability to know just what to say. You watch on with him, settling into your movie once more. You’re completely wrapped up in the climax of the film, ready for the big reveal of the demon’s faces. The shot hits the screen and you jump once more, looking to Tae eagerly for his reaction. 

“COME ON!” you yell, pissed off at the grin across his face. He snorts and bursts out laughing again, clearly finding the horrifying faces you just saw particularly hilarious. You move to pull away from him and get off the couch but he grabs you before he can. He squeezes you tightly against him, wrangling your squirming arms within his own as he tries half-heartedly to apologize. 

‘I- ahahaha- I’m sorryyyheheheheheee!” he laughs, pressing kisses to you between laughs at the movie and at your reaction as you settle into his hold. You can’t help but smile a little, loving how goofy he is and how he can’t hold back his reactions at all. 

“You’re such a jerk,” you comment, poking him in the ribs and giggling a little yourself as he tackles you down to the couch in return. 

Jungkook: 

You love scary movies but Jungkook doesn’t understand why. You always end up afraid to go anywhere alone after dark, even to the bathroom from your bedroom if all the lights aren’t on. It doesn’t last long, but he finds it hilarious that you get so wrapped up in it and scared but still see every scary movie you can get your hands on. 

He’d just taken you to see that new scary movie that was way more fucked up than either of you thought it would be. You two spent the car ride home deciding which parts were scariest and discussing everything you didn’t understand, clarifying bits of the plot to each other. He comes upstairs to your apartment with you, knowing you’ll want him to stay the night with you even though you have a crazy early morning and should probably already be sleeping by now. 

“I think the scariest part was the fact that the brother heard the sister’s tongue clicky noise in the car and in his bedroom even after she died. That would freak me out,” you go on, dropping your keys in the bowl on the table by your door. 

“You didn’t think the creepy grey people just standing in the woods and in his closet were scarier? They just watched him…like this,” he says, waiting for you to look at him as he takes on a scary face resembling the scene he just described, dropping his head down and to the side to stare at you like a monster from the movie. You squeal and shut your eyes, reaching out blindly to bat at him wildly. He laughs and grabs your wrists, pulling you closer to him. 

“Jungkook don’t!!” you plead, knowing he’s probably just getting started. You head into down the hall and towards the kitchen, turning on every light as you go. Once you get into the kitchen you go to make tea for the two of you, turning your back to the entry way as you fill the kettle with water. You don’t notice anything until the lights go out and you freeze, letting the fear from the recent movie get to you. The water runs over the top of the kettle and you scramble to turn it off. You know it’s Jungkook messing with you, but the movie is so fresh in your mind that you can’t help but get caught up in your fear. 

“Kookie?” you say quietly, hoping his cheerful laugh will follow it soon, that little shit.

*Click!* Junkook clicks his tongue, just like the dead girl did in the movie. You jump and drop the kettle, jumping again at the thump it makes after falling just a couple inches and splashing you a little. It’s only then that you hear that smug laugh, pissing you off and calming you down simultaneously. You whip around, scowling, but are scared once more when he’s closer than you expect, imitating the scary figure from the movie once more.

“Kookie staaaaaaaaaahhaahahap!” you whine, clapping your hands over your face. You don’t care how immature you look and sound. He’s being a tool. 

“Hahahahahah jagiyahahahh!!” he laughs, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back. “I’m done nohow…ahahmm.. I promise,” he giggles. Something about his tone isn’t very convincing, but you hug him back. 

“Good,” you say, muffled by his sweatshirt.

[drferox]

20 questions with Dr Ferox #2

 Greetings Vetlings! Ready for a second round of 20 questions (and answers) as I work through my inbox? If you’re not sitting comfortably, doing so now would be a good idea. these are in no particular order. If you’ve asked on anonymous, see if you’ve been answered below.

@sckoviaaccords​ asked: My cat had bladder stones, the dissolvable kind with medicine and proper food fortunately, but she got in the habit of peeing everywhere because it hurt her. The stones are gone, but she's still peeing inside, when she used to use the doggy door. My mom keeps saying that we'll have to get rid of her if she keeps peeing on the carpet. How do I stop her from doing this?   ��         

First make sure the stones are actually gone, and that there are no crystals remaining, or residual pain. Contact your vet about this. Cats may avoid where they used to toilet if they have associated that place with pain. Then consider using litter trays inside, especially if there is a particular spot the cat is already frequently urinating. Different cats may prefer different styles of litter tray, or different types of litter, so use one she prefers (offer her two, then stick with the one she chooses). If she will use a litter tray inside, you can then slowly move it a foot or so each week closer to a more appropriate location. As a cheap trick you can also put down tin foil (aluminium foil) where she is urinating. You can also make decoy food plated by gluing some dry food to a paper plate, adding some loose food and leaving them where the cat is urinating. Most cats only urinate where they can get food, but this may only deflect her to another inappropriate location on its own.

@in-a-drought-lioness asked: What kind of bladder stones are there? I've heard there are up to 6 different types? I answered the last question tax but I think there was an old one about pokemon? I would say you remind me of Tauros, because in the latest game they seem to be protector pokemon and you are a protector of animals.

There can be several different types, and it’s not impossible to get a mix of two. the most common ones are struvite and calcium oxalate. Urate, cystine, calcium phosphate, sillicate or drug residue stones/crystals (looking at you trimethoprim sulphonamides!) can also occur, but are less common. 

@rarmeowz​ asked: Do lungworms cause any long term damage in cats? My cat was a stray, and when we took her in she had lungworms. She was quickly and successfully treated and has been worm free for over a year, but I'd like to know if there's anything I should look out for, or if her lungs could be potentially damaged somehow

Aelurostrongylus abstrusus is the species usually referred to as cat lungworm, though other parasitic worm species exist which live in the lung. They don’t seem to cause long term damage in my experience, though incompletely treated infections can predispose to chronic bronchitis. Affected cats often have an elevated eosinophil count on hematology. This parasite is not always detected with faecal flotation, you often need a Baermann technique.  

@thehollowedangel​ said: Hi! I love your blog and was wondering if you had any other veterinary blogs to recommend? Thank you, hope your doing well!

Confession. I don’t actually...follow...any...veterinary blogs. They are just too reminiscent of work and don’t let my brain switch off and relax. i pop in on some sometimes when I’m in the mood, but don’t want unexpected random rants or clinical pictures popping up on my feed and forcing me to think. I do try to relax in my downtime

One place I do recommend checking out though is Dean Scott’s FunnyVet.com as the cartoons are funny, but very accurate.

Anonymous asked: Do you find that any dog sports are more dangerous to dogs than others? Thank you for the wonderful blog, since I'm curious, do you play D&D currently?

Not particularly if you’re talking about endangering their life. Anything that involved jumping or sudden turns if you’re talking about injuries. But in perspective, more dogs tear their cruciate ligaments around the home than they do at an event. Racing greyhounds are an entirely different topic.

And unfortunately no, I’m not playing D&D at the moment. But I am being involved in a sci-fi podcast.

@mygearsarestartingtotremble​ asked: I started getting curious about heartworm in Australia and if you guys had it and you do! Which surprised me. How big is preventive care in your hospital?             

Why would it surprise you? Lots of things try to kill things down here, and we most certainly have the mosquitoes! Prevention is very big in more northern states, but down here it’s not as big. There is even one local clinic who actively claims other vets that push heartworm prevention are ripping you off! I always advise people that prevention is so easy, and while the risks may be low locally, the consequences of infection can be catastrophic. I suspect it will be more common here with climate change, the disease already seems to be moving south.

Understandably Anonymous asked: (cw: animal death, uh... taxidermy?) When my cat dies, I think I want to keep his pelt (in the least creepy way possible - of course I would get a professional to do it). Is this Too Weird to talk to a vet about, and I should make some vague noises about taking the body home to bury if we ever have to put him down, or are the odds high that my vet has Seen Everything and won't be fazed by That Weirdo Who Wants to Skin Their Cat? I don't anticipate this being relevant soon, he's only 11ish.            

That is certainly a weird one, but not that extra weird. I don’t know whether your vet would be fazed with this knowledge at all, but you are certainly within your rights to take a deceased pet home, usually for burial. Most vets will shave a patch of fur on a leg for catheter placement or intravenous access though, you might have to address this if you’re not okay with that.

@vantastrophe asked: Anything cool happen to you this week? :) Hope you have a good day!             

I had a public holiday last Monday and discovered red velvet ice cream. That’s pretty cool.

@lapras-defense-squad asked: Hello Dr. Ferox :) I was wondering if you could please provide some advice on how to approach vet clinics in order to get a volunteer position. I am an undergraduate with no clinic experience, so I am really nervous about calling. Would asking for a volunteer position immediately (after submitting a resume and cover letter though) be too ambitious? Should I ask to shadow first? Thank you!            

I suspect things work a little differently where you are, but generally in Australia we have students for work experience, which is unpaid. There’s a relevant post here. Asking to shadow before asking for a volunteer position is probably prudent.

Anonymous asked: Have you done anything on harpy or half-human/half-bird biology?

No I have not. I don’t know when I might either, that will depend on my Patreon supporters asking or voting for it.

@a-floral-ghost asked: Is it true that when a dog or cat has an upset stomach it'll eat grass? Or is that just a weird myth

It’s half true. Some dogs and cats will eat grass just because it’s there, at a chewable height, or because they investigate the world with their mouths. Some will chew grass when they feel nauseous. It’s not so much a matter of eating grass makes them vomit, but more they felt like vomiting anyway so ate grass.

Anonymous asked: Could I ask you about cats that have shorter limbs? More specifically, the issues that you commonly see in cat breeds that have shorter limbs (those munchkins cats) and those that "naturally" have a larger torso to limb length ratio". (Question tax: Came for animal facts. Stayed for Sass and "WTH does that happen in Aussie?!") Thanks for taking the time to answer~

I’m not sure what you mean by the ‘natural’ cats, but I’ve written about Munchkin cats here.

Anonymous asked: In your hospital (is a vet's office called a hospital) have you encountered any amazing dog rescues and recoveries? They're just so heartwarming to see

Not much from the dog rescues here, but I was involved with more in Tasmania. My favorite animal sanctuary is Big Ears, and I heartily recommend everyone check them out.

@gram-stained-paws asked: In what dilution do you use salty water for wound flushing?

In the clinic I use sterile saline. For at home I tell people to use a teaspoon of salt to a cup of water (ideally pre-boiled). It’s easy for them to remember that way.

@bi-furiosa said: Hi! I wanted to recommend, if you haven't already seen it, a channel on YouTube called VetRanch. They're a charity of sorts that pull unwanted dogs in need of medical attention from local shelters, help rehabilitate them, and then work to get then adopted. They video the full process, including surgeries. They also frequently feature animals with demodex, and since that's what you're favorite parasite is, I thought you might be interested. Love your blog, and your patience with asks!

I’m sure that will appeal to a lot of people, but it doesn’t appeal to me at all. It’s work, and I get enough of it at work. I don’t need to be watching more veterinary cases, exposed to the compassion fatigue that’s likely to generate, and assess or critique everything that’s done or said. It’s just not going to be relaxing, but that you for thinking of me.

Another Anonymous asked: Okay! You're a vet so you obviously talk about living animals a lot, but if you could chose one extinct species to bring back, which one would it be??

I would have to say thylacine. They’re pretty special to me, unlikely to be a threat to humans, and only went extinct recently so their habitat would probably still support them if they were to be released. It’s also entirely our fault they went extinct, so I feel it’s only fair if we were to bring them back.

Anonymous asked: Kind of a stupid question but is it possible for a lizard to be warm blooded? Also, what is the difference between red and blue blood and can a mammal evolve with blue blood?

Warm and cold blooded are a bit of a misnomer. Ectothermic animals, like reptiles, are dependent on external heat to maintain their body temperature. They can get quite warm! It’s certainly possible for a lizard to evolve endothermic capabilities, if that’s what you’re asking.

The difference between red or blue blood is the metal ion in the oxygen carrying molecule. Mammals have haemoglobin which contains iron, producing the red color. Some insects and molluscs have haemocyanin which contains copper, causing the blue-green color. Haemocyanin is not present in mammals, and if a mammal-like creature did evolve it, I would question whether it truly was a mammal.

Anonymous asked: One of my rats is rather fat, and also blind. This is a problem, because it seems she doesnt use the enrichment i have for the rats as much (especially the wheel) maybe because she is blind? All the rats get is a constantly full bowl of oxbow rat food and occasional treats of plain cheerios and very rarely (maybe once a month) chickpeas. I give two of my rats other, higher calorie treats because they are so active they have problems being too skinny. Is there anything i can do to help my fatrat?

I really don’t see a huge number of rats to be able to offer you advice. If she’s blind she may not be able to use enrichment objects that require movement, but may still be able to enjoy enrichment objects with different textures or smells to explore. There’s bound to be better ratty folks to ask than me though.

@und1ne-prince asked: What/which is your favorite dog and cat breeds?

There are lots of dogs I like, including greyhounds, JRTs, Dobermans, and Swedish Valhunds. For cats it’s the humble moggy.

The last Anonymous said: Wait, what? There are people who think vets should work free? Why? It should be obvious that you're practicing actual medicine, not just randomly pulling diagnoses and treatments out of your ass.

Ah, but they say that if we really cared about animals we’d treat them for free.

[jakeallison96]

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my world and its colors

by Kat Corfman / Yale University, ENGL 120: Reading and Writing the Modern Essay / 09.22.17

Once upon a time, my world was cloaked in gold.

Vanderbilt University's dominant collegiate color is gold, and the reason is unmistakable. Just step onto campus from the cramped, restless streets of downtown Nashville—trees of the most vibrant yellow stretch heavenward on all sides, creating a serene corner of Earth all to itself. Holy hell, I’m thinking as I swell with pirate-like lust, I'm in a treasure chest.

My mom waves in my peripheral vision as a girl approaches with a smile, a pamphlet, and an extended hand. She asks where I want to start, and I nearly reply, “Where do I sign?”

We’re two hours north of Florence, Alabama: home. All the conveniences of it begin to assemble in my mind. Left my favorite jacket in the laundry back home? A quick trip to pick it up and lunch with Momma for good measure. Papaw turns eighty-four? I could hug him that very day. Little brother needs a babysitter for the weekend? I’m the girl for the job.

My sights have been set on the Ivy League for quite a while, but Vandy is Ivy-caliber—everyone says so. Plus—let’s be real—Vandy has one of the relatively higher acceptance rates on my list, twice that of Yale or Harvard. There are no cons as far as I can see, and God have mercy on any soul who dares attempt to convince me otherwise.

And then, all the advantages of being close to home are magnified by the presence of Joseph, the quiet, handsome son of retired Navy veterans with a smile every bit as authentic as it is weakening. Every Sunday for months, I’ve been sitting in the front pew to get the best view of him and his hodgepodge drum set playing along with the worship band. My god—that passion, that focus. Hallelujah. And now he’s mine. Amen.

No more than a month passes before I know I love him. I am either ridiculously lucky or irrevocably fucked.

It’s on the floor of my bedroom that this realization comes to me all at once. We’re starting to share pieces of ourselves in breadcrumb increments, a little here and a little there, all the while praying, Please don’t leave me for the birds. He tells me his favorite color is red—I lock up this morsel and swallow the key.

Tonight, I bestow my breadcrumb in the form of poetry. He stretches out on the beige shag carpet, laces his fingers behind his head, closes his eyes, takes a slow breath, and at last nods that he’s ready. I begin to read with all the ardor, all the frustration, all the breathlessness, that I poured into writing this thing.

The last line comes and goes, and he’s still lying there with the same balanced expression he assumed at the beginning. My breath is stuck in my chest, my heart trapped in the cage of my body. Did he fall asleep? Was it that bad? Maybe it’s a good thing if he’s asleep——

“Read it again.”

Just like that, I’m winded. His eyes are still shut and his mouth has hardly shifted at all, yet the whole of his being seems to smile. And my world becomes red.

The Big Day comes. I’m with Joseph and his family, spring-breaking on the slopes of Colorado. Finally—the time comes to access Vanderbilt’s admission decision, and Joseph’s playing keep-away with my phone. He relents, of course, but not without a comment about my brown eyes and how it’s just not fair. A means to an end, I tell him, winking.

And then, in two short sentences, one beginning with “regret” and the other ending with an empty well-wish, my golden fortress crumbles. If Vanderbilt doesn’t want me, who the hell could?

Sure, I’ve been accepted to a few places, but they’re backups, last resorts—if all else fails. Worst of all, they mean I’m just like everybody else from my town.

I guess this is all else failing.

I mourn for myself into the fabric of his hoodie.

On day two of the drive home, I can feel Joseph’s slow, silent breath on my knees as he sleeps through Kansas or Arkansas or one of those places that all look the same. The final batch of admission decisions floods my inbox. Pretty soon they all start to look the same, too, and I almost stop checking them altogether. And then the scenery shifts.

“Welcome to Yale College.”

I read the letter three times beginning to end, staring awestruck at the blue—Yale Blue—logo, before rattling Joseph awake. I’m waving my phone in his face and starting to sob. The impossibility of it nearly suffocates me. I want to shatter the window and scream across the wheatfields: Fuck you, Vandy! Go to hell, Dartmouth! Kiss my ass, Brown!

His parents celebrate along with us for a moment. “Where exactly is Yale, again?” asks his dad.

“Connecticut.”

And then we’re quiet.

Joseph holds me and kisses me on the head, but he’s quiet, too.

One rainy summer night, we’re slow dancing in my kitchen to Chicago’s “Colour My World.” It’s made up of only one verse, with eight of its forty words devoted to the last line:

Colour my world with hope of loving you.

A pair of spoons sink into a forgotten tub of ice cream. No one else is home. And for two minutes and fifty-nine seconds, there is no talk of plane tickets or twenty-two-hour train rides or which sweaters to pack. For two minutes and fifty-nine blissful seconds, there is no Yale.

It’s move-in weekend, and we are one thousand seventy-four miles from home.

Joseph is running up and down the stairs bringing boxes to my second-floor suite. There it is—there’s that focus, that drive, that devotion. And here it is again as he’s rearranging furniture. Pinning posters to my walls. Taking me out for Chinese at 1:00 a.m. Sleeping as close as possible to me in the hotel.

In these few days, we fight more times than I can remember—in my dorm, on the street, outside the hotel, in the parking deck, in the courtyard, in seclusion and in public alike. We hash out every buried thing, every uncertain thing, everything we hate about ourselves that we can’t explain. I cry more times than I can count; he cries more times than he’ll ever admit. We throw words at each other that we’d never dreamed of saying. We patch it up in one shoddy way or another, each time coming back to how none of this would matter if we didn’t love each other so goddamn much.

We fight again, and then he’s leaving. I stand on my tiptoes and try to kiss him where he sits in my parents’ SUV; he makes little effort to bend down. He’d rather stare holes in the headrest in front of him than pass a glance at me. I start to cry again but glaze over it with a weak smile so I don’t worry my parents too much when I come around to hug them. Then, when I open the backseat door to tell my brother goodbye, I see that Joseph is not sitting beside him.

He’s behind me, looking like he might wilt. He falls into me; his arms grip me against his chest. The Yale t-shirt still smells like the store.

“I am so proud of you,” he’s saying. “You’re my girl. I love you always, my Katy.”

He hands me the one printed photo we have. We’re a wreck, the two of us. Too wrecked to kiss properly, so we kiss simply, we kiss again, and the car door shuts, and they’re gone, he’s gone, and I am so alone, and I am so free.

I have spent the last three weeks making this place into my new home. I have labored over the placement of string lights and the splitting of grocery costs. I have become great friends with the grand piano in the common room. I have been challenged, I have been pushed, and I have pushed back. I am more myself here than I have ever been.

Late one night in a sophomore friend’s suite, I’m in the midst of a monologue somehow tying together my new instrumental ventures and impromptu walks with professors and a number of other things that thrill me. She interrupts to tell me, “You’re refreshing to this place. You’re the kind of person we need here,” and I’m reminded of an email in which my admissions officer said something eerily similar. I’m still not sure I understand exactly what they mean—or if I ever will—but after hearing it for the second time, I’m starting to believe in something I aspire to comprehend: the power of my own two hands and the sturdiness of my own two feet.

I keep that photo, singular in both number and sentiment, tucked behind my student ID. It is my twenty-first-century locket, strung on a nylon lanyard instead of a delicate gold chain. Biking on the streets of New Haven and smiling at Yale Political Union mixers, all churning with people I’ve never seen before and a sprinkling of those I have, it is safe in the pocket of my jeans. It has spent whole afternoons in Sterling Memorial Library bathing in the serene solitude of a window desk on the sixteenth floor.

More and more each night, I miss running my hands through his thick black strands, once shaved close to his skin and now flipping up charmingly around his earlobes. When his breathing slows, I burrow my face between his shoulder blades and let his warmth lull me to sleep. I keep myself up some nights wondering when I’ll get a sleep like that again.

I think about the cobalt jar on my desk and all the folded letters I could fit in it. I think about the navy pennant on my wall reading YALE in broad letters, and I wonder how many more times I’ll say that name than I’ll get to say his.

I believe him when he says he’ll love me always, but I can’t help but wonder if he’ll look into my eyes one day and find that they are not the same shade of brown he remembers.

I turn my eyes to the sky above the courtyard as I wonder when all these days will come, if they will come over time or descend all at once, and as I become lost in the cerulean, I am also rescued by it.

My heart is red—my eyes are still brown—but now my world is blue.

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