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Hi, hello, friends!  This is my first ever Inuyasha fic. ENJOY.  Feedback is, as usual, welcome and I will take ANYTHING. I’m crazy nervous about writing these characters. I grew up with them and love them so much.

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At a family reunion

My cousin: what are you reading? the news? An article?

Me, reading smut: yeah an article that sounds good.

My cousin: so its not an article...? Is it a short story?

Me: that's sounds better. Yeah I'm reading a short story.

My cousin, who has no way of knowing I'm reading smut: well it seems like a fun amusing story.

Me, sweating: .......yeah........it is.......

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Just wanted to tell you your Senior Year fic is amazing and it deserves more notes!!!

thanks you so much!!!! It also deserves more updates but..........here we are.......

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I always image that when he is proposing his hand as are shaking so badly that he can barely hold the box let alone put the ring on her finger. Its not because he is nervous because he knows annabeth will say yes. The shaking is from anticipation. Percy knows they are young and that he has no rush to propose so I image that he thinks about how he is going to propose for years and he just wants the moment to be so perfect because Annabeth deserves nothing less than that.

So to sum it up I agree that Percy will be a mess when he proposes but only because of anticipation of finally asking Annabeth to be with him for the rest of their lives

Why do we all think that Percy would be all cool and smooth when proposing to Annabeth, when this is the kid that carried around a photo of her in his notebook bc he was a nerd with a massive crush?

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I feel like fan fiction is the fast food of literature. I can see us walking up to the counter of archive of our own and going, “Hi, can I have a klance zombie au with extra angst and a side of fluff and no major character death?”

“Would you like to upgrade your order to a hurt/comfort fic?”

“Yes please.”

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Midweek Evenings (Percabeth fight/make up/etc.)

NOTE: this is a brand new Percabeth fic blog – I’m not sure how to reach people yet, but if you like this, sharing would be immensely helpful! I also am open for requests/prompts.  

It was Tuesday evening. Percy was walking Annabeth to her train to make the short trip back to her Berkeley dorm room. Sometimes she stayed at his, but with roommates it didn’t always work out. The night was cool, and she’d sweetly manipulated him out of his sweatshirt when he’d been distracted on the phone. She was checking the train schedule on her phone – there’d been a delay – when he broke their silence.

“Can I ask you something?”

Annabeth looked up quickly. His tone made her immediately on guard. He was walking slightly away from her, his hands deep in his pockets.

“Yeah?”

He looked at her, steady, straight on. “Do you want kids?”

She felt something in her stomach twist, as though she’d studied for the wrong exam.

“W–what?”

It was stupid of her to be caught off guard. It wasn’t like they hadn’t discussed different aspects of the future. They were only freshman in college, but moving across the country with someone called for a few conversations, some assurances of intent. (Okay, more like him telling her a few too many times that he wasn’t going anywhere.) But – this was the one she’d always avoided. Kids. Her role in relation to them.

He just looked at her for a long moment – her flushed face, her general unease – and looked away, his face hard to read.

“That was my mom on the phone, before. Estelle’s got some kind of fever – she’s fine, but Paul had to go out and get her medicine. It’s like, 2am there. I was just thinking about how hard it’d be. And then…I don’t know. About how we’ve never been very clear on that subject, I guess.”

Annabeth stared at the black horizon as they kept walking silently. She felt herself biting down on her own lip, hard. There was a reason the topic had remained unclear, that she’d avoided it as much as possible.

Once, less than a year ago, she’d read an article online. It was about the top few reasons for divorce across the country. Religion, finances, kids. Disagreeing on any of those, in no particular order. She’d seen that last one, and something inside her just shut off.

It wasn’t that she hated kids. She liked plenty of the ones she’d met, especially the babies. She loved Estelle.

But you could give those kids back. Yes, in a deep, secret place, she’d always yearned for the stability and comfort of family life. But she’d never grown up pining for babies of her own. When she’d imagined her adult life, she’d dreamed of going to sleep with her cheek on a blueprint, waking early to work on her next design – not feed a screaming baby.

Falling in love with Percy had complicated all of it. She’d simultaneously been given everything, and gifted with the sight of how it might all be taken away.

“I don’t –” she faltered, unsure how to say what she needed to, in the manner that she needed to. She hated feeling so inarticulate, inept. She took a deep breath.

“I don’t see why – I mean…do we need to figure all that out now? We’re only, like, eighteen.”

Her voice cracked at the end. They both knew that age meant very little anymore.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then glanced over at her, saying only, “Aren’t you the queen of planning?”

She couldn’t argue with that.

“Do you want kids?” She asked, trying to get the attention away from herself, knowing he saw through it.

Percy sidestepped a trash can, hands still in his pockets. If he was cold in his black t-shirt, he didn’t show it. Somehow they’d drifted slightly further apart as they walked. “I mean, gods – not now. Not till we’re like, old. Older.” He paused. “But, yeah. Someday. I do.”

The silence stretched between them. She could feel him looking at her, but she didn’t turn her face. She had that loose, awful feeling of being on the verge of tears.

She knew he wasn’t some idiot. He didn’t need to read an article about divorce to know you shouldn’t marry someone without discussing children, without determining that you were on the same page. And of course she knew he’d want kids. Anyone who didn’t know him well might not see it, might think it’d be the other way round for them. But she’d seen him working with the younger kids at camp, in the sword fighting arena. She’d seen him with his baby sister. And it made her heart do insane gymnastics routines every time.

She crossed her arms, hugging herself against the light wind. He was still waiting for her to speak.

“It’s not like I had such great family role models.” She said finally, her voice a little desperate. “I just feel like – I don’t know the first thing about being a parent. It’s not like, like something you can train for.”

“Seriously?” He said, frustration filling his voice. “Look, I know I had a good mom, but I didn’t grow up with any kind of dad, at all –”

“Percy, I know that–”

“–and that doesn’t mean we’re never supposed to try to do anything, just because we didn’t have it ourselves!”

She blinked, trying to compose herself. In truth, she felt completely off track. She didn’t know how to say what she really meant.

“My family–”

“Here we go again.”

“What? I didn’t have a good, happy upbringing–I wasn’t safe–”

“Yeah, so you say.”

She stopped walking. “Excuse me? Why would you –”

He stopped too, facing her from several paces away. The anger between them was palpable, now. “You go on and on about your pitiful childhood and crazy abusive family, when some of us went through real abuse. I’ve met your family, Annabeth. I get it, okay? They didn’t do things right. But some demigods were homeless not by choice, or faced actual danger at home. How does this have anything to do with you just wanting to draw all day instead of taking care of someone other than yourself?”

Blood rang in her ears. She could not believe he’d just said that.

“I get to choose,” she said, voice rising, “What I want to do with my life. If you think I’m such a selfish liar, maybe you should find someone else to hook up and have babies with. And you know what? I’m not stopping you.”

She’d already started moving away from him, toward the train station. He was shaking his head, looking away from her, also backing up in the opposite direction. They both knew in some self-preserving place that they needed to distance themselves now, before they said anything more.

“I’m going back to the city.” He said shortly, turning his back on her. He meant New Rome.

She hesitated for just a single moment, watching him walk away from her, her blood steaming with anger and indignation. With no idea what else to say, she screamed after him, “I’m still wearing your sweatshirt!!!”

He slowed down just slightly, half turning his head to shout back.

“I don’t want it.”

She put her forehead against the cold train window, feeling exhausted as all the anger dissipated from her veins. She knew he hadn’t meant what he’d said. Although – well. There had been truth in all of it. But they both tended to lose control when they got angry. She was sure he’d barely processed her own weak retort – “Find someone else…I’m not stopping you…” It was fairly ridiculous, considering her history of possessive behavior.

This fight hadn’t been without precedence. They’d been slightly rocky for a while, lately. School was stressful for both of them, living in a new place was hard, and so was being so far away from camp and his family and Olympus, where she was still trying to manage a complete redesign. And she’d just taken on an internship in Berkeley. It was unpaid, long hours, and involved a lot more answering phones and getting coffee than anything else. Percy had been making a lot more effort to see her than she had him. The “selfish” insinuation had not been at all unfounded, and truthfully, had likely been on the back burner for a while now.

She knew she was all over the place with this relationship lately. She would accidentally stand him up because she hadn’t put a reminder in her phone, put her phone on silent for hours while working on a project and miss all his calls without checking in first, bring her work with her when they met up and find herself tuning him out while she caught up on things. And if he went silent with her for a while, she became despicably insecure, almost clingy – at least, that was how she perceived herself, and she hated it. It always seemed to end in him reassuring her, or being the one to make things better by apologizing, even when he wasn’t necessarily at fault.

So if Percy was reaching the end of the line by now, he really wasn’t to blame.

She swiped at her eyes with a frustrated, resigned sigh. She valued this relationship more than anything. She’d just been taking it for granted lately, letting him pick up all the slack. She wondered if he’d asked the kids question on purpose, if some part of him wanted to goad her off the edge. Or maybe, a voice whispered in the back of her mind, he just wanted to ask you a direct question about the future of your relationship, which you haven’t seemed very present in lately. She sighed again, looking down at her messenger bag she’d intended to work out of on the train ride, before flipping it closed and sliding it under the seat.

It was Thursday evening. Wednesday had stretched between them, a long span of classes and work and radio silence. But they had agreed, earlier in the week, on Annabeth staying over at his apartment Thursday night. If there was one thing they had learned early on in their near three year relationship, it was to resolve conflicts as soon as possible, before they turned into something bigger, something potentially unfixable.

So here she was, brushing her teeth in his tiny bathroom, wearing a baggy old t-shirt and waiting for him to get in. She wasn’t mad anymore. Everything he’d said still hurt, but she knew where it was coming from. She had to trust that he wouldn’t be mad either, that they could be calm and reasonable.

As she rinsed her mouth, she heard the door opening. She heard his footsteps pause as he noted the light on, saw her things in the entry. She heard them resume, go towards the kitchen. She reached for dental floss. He was never still mad by this time. He always had his making up face on. She flossed her teeth a little harder than she meant to, lost in her thoughts, tasting blood on her tongue.

She almost didn’t hear the door open behind her. He put his hands lightly on her waist, wordlessly kissing the top of her head. She closed her eyes at his touch, strong and gentle and smelling like him, like cold air and minty aftershave and seawater and something just beyond description.

“Hi.” He said, his deep voice quiet, muffled in her hair.

“Hi.”

His mouth moved to her ear. “I’m sorry.”

She squeezed her eyes closed, feeling the tears coming. Her chest felt ragged, a hole there she couldn’t ignore.

“I didn’t mean what I said.” He went on, moving to lean against the counter in the cramped space, so they could look at each other. “I should never have gone that far, Annabeth. I was being a jackass. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

And now she was crying, really crying, and she let him pull her forward, into him, but she was shaking her head, needing to say her part. Because yes, he’d hurt her and his words still stung. But now here he was, doing all the making up, when it took two to fight.

“Percy.” She pulled back, standing in front of where he rested on the edge of the bathroom counter, between his knees. She laced her hands through his large ones, concentrating on the pulsing warmth between them.

“I’m sorry, too. No – I’m more sorry. For – a lot of things. I’ve been a shitty girlfriend lately.”

He was shaking his head, starting to speak, so she covered his lips with her finger.

“I’ve been beyond distracted and stressed out. I haven’t looked outside of myself at all, and you’re always making more effort for me, and I see that, okay? Gods –” She wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “I’m just…sorry. Really. Okay?”

He just looked at her, then reached up his thumb to wipe under her left eye. “Okay.” He said quietly.

She sniffled, then leaned in closer, looking him in the eye. “And I want to have your babies.”

He raised one eyebrow, his mouth twitching just slightly. “Really? You don’t want me to find someone else to –”

She covered his mouth with her hand while he grinned, and she knew they were okay.

“Honest, though. I’m sorry I wouldn’t talk about it before. The idea of being a parent just freaks me out, sometimes. But – one day.”

“Annabeth.” He was serious now. “You know I’m not trying to pressure you into a life you don’t want. I just wanted inside your head. I like to hear what you think about stuff.”

She felt like she might cry again. “I know,” she whispered. “But…I do want it, Percy. I just – and this is not meant to be self-pitying – but I always feel like…I should be the best. At anything. Like I can figure anything out and get it done. But not…motherhood. I feel like…I’d be a bad mother.” She was barely audible by the end, her voice mired in shame and self-doubt.

“Hey.” His voice was serious, almost sharp. “Look at me – Annabeth.” It turned gentler. “I’ve seen you, with my sister. I’ve seen you with the kids in cabin six. You think you know yourself so well, but I see you. If you want to be a mom, you’re going to be the best at it, okay? The very, very best.” He leaned his forehead against hers. “We’re gonna figure it out. We’ve got years ahead. ”

She reached her hands around his neck, feeling his soft, messy hair, his warm skin. She nodded.

Slowly, he kissed her, hot and serious and sweet. She kissed him back, feeling a slow burn in her stomach. After a minute, she leaned back, eyes sparkling. “So…you definitely don’t want kids now.” 

“Definitely, definitely not.”

“So, I guess I should go get my birth control out of the trash, then?”

He growled, and kissed her again. “Don’t give me a heart attack.” He stood, suddenly, picking her up like she weighed five pounds, and carried her out of the bathroom, toward his bed.

She pressed her mouth to his neck, whispering three quiet words.

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Voltron S5 Langst

Alright so all this stuff with “Shiro” has really got me thinking of some langst. Here what think......(I went way overboard with this)

What if “Shiro” does something really bad. Like does what Haggar made him for and causes a huge set back for the coalition (10+ points if someone gets hurt) and this is when everyone starts thinking that there is something wrong with Shiro. So then Lance connects everything that “Shiro” has said. and says that Shiro was trying to talk to him in the astral plane but “Shiro” didn’t remember and that “Shiro” said that he wasn’t feeling like himself and he was all confused in the head. And its LANCE that says maybe the real Shiro is trapped in the astral plane and it was the real Shiro that was trying to communicate with him and thats why “Shiro” didn’t rememeber. So at first everyone is a little skeptical because it sounds crazy but then its Lotor that agrees with Lance and says that Haggar can do something like this (and this becomes a huge moment for Lance and Lotors relationship. Lotor backing Lance up and Lance accepting him more as part of the team.). So then someone says something like why didn’t you mention any of this before, not trying to hurt Lance’s feelings at all but that hows Lance takes it because hes Lance. So Lance immediately falls into self blame and pins everything on himself thinking that Shiro was reaching out to him and Lance thinking he wasn't smart enough to figure it out faster and that Shiro is going to be disappointed in Lance when he gets back. So then cut to them trying to get Shiro back and they are trying to get to the astral plane which you need a huge connection with your lion with right so all of them are trying to connect with their lions to try to get there and i want Red and Blue to flash an image into Lance and Allura’s mind of Lance sitting in Blue and trying to get there and they realize that lance and Blue still have the best connection out of all the paladins and lions. (i’m fucking trash for Lance and Blue) So Lance gets in Blue and immediately feels more at home even though hes upset with er for locking him out but hes feeling insecure and Blue knows this and knows how to calm him down and damn Lance missed her comfort and almost immediately Lance gets to the astral plane and talks with Shiro about how to get Shiro back and when Shiro get back Allura and Coran want to run tests on him to make sure the astral plane didn’t do anything funky to him so that give Lance a chance to escape because he still thinks Shiro is disappointed in him and he doesn’t want to deal with his hero’s disappointment yet. So when they say that Shiro is in perfect health he want to touch base with each paladin personally and he want to to talk to Lance first but Lance keeps ducking him and giving excuses and running away so Shiro talks to everyone else and everyone mentions how much of a help Lance has been between keeping Kieth under control and getting Shiro back and checking up on everyone and being worried about everyone and just really stepping up. So when Shiro finally talks to Lance the first words he says are “I’ve heard that i owe you big thanks.” And lance is just so floored because thats the exact opposite of what he expected and he just stands there as Shiro continues to say “I heard that you really held the team up while i was gone. And even kept Keith under control, which i know can be a challenge. That it was you who realized i was still gone and got me out of there. I’m really proud of you Lance.” And by then Lance is crying because this is everything he has ever wanted to hear from Shiro and the fact the Shiro heard it all from the rest of the team just means that everyone else thinks this about Lance. and cue Shiro asking why Lance is crying and Lance opening up about all his insecurities (10+ point if Lance keeps apologizing because Shiro just back and he doesn’t need to deal with Lances problems) And its just a huge moment FOR LANCE. 

So yeah this got out of control but I really started thinking about how Shiro trying to talk to Lance specifically and “Shiro” trying to talk to Lance about not feleling himself  will effect Lance when they finally realize that this isn’t Shiro. And I’m trash for Langst too.

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Story time

okay so today I was reading some fanfiction at school and my friend looks at me and asks “Are you reading fanfiction?” and i say yes and he goes “Straight fanfiction or gay fanfiction?” I look at him for a second and go “What’s the difference?” And he looks at me like I’m dumb and says “what do you mean what the difference?!” and its then that it hit me. He was asking if i was reading straight or gay fanfiction. When i thought he was asking if i was reading just straight forward fanfiction. like not the sexuality straight fanfiction. like are you reading just straight fanfiction or gay fanfiction. and i answered with wHATS THE DIFFERENCE,,,,,,,,?????????. And it was then that it hit me how much gay fanfiction i read to completely forget that straight also meant a sexuality. and the fact that i read some much more gay fanfiction than straight fanfiction to completely forget that people also write that too.

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Midweek Evenings (Percabeth fight/make up/etc.)

NOTE: this is a brand new Percabeth fic blog – I’m not sure how to reach people yet, but if you like this, sharing would be immensely helpful! I also am open for requests/prompts.  

It was Tuesday evening. Percy was walking Annabeth to her train to make the short trip back to her Berkeley dorm room. Sometimes she stayed at his, but with roommates it didn’t always work out. The night was cool, and she’d sweetly manipulated him out of his sweatshirt when he’d been distracted on the phone. She was checking the train schedule on her phone – there’d been a delay – when he broke their silence.

“Can I ask you something?”

Annabeth looked up quickly. His tone made her immediately on guard. He was walking slightly away from her, his hands deep in his pockets.

“Yeah?”

He looked at her, steady, straight on. “Do you want kids?”

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Remember with no Net Neutrality we can’t watch Voltron, read fanfiction, look at or share amazinf art, talk to distant friends/relatives, see funny memes, for some go to school, be updated on important information, seek help, keep going. With Net Neutrality we can continue all these things and so much more.

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Today a kid dabbed in my English class. The teacher asked if it was a positive dab and the kid said yes. So then she asked if there was such a thing as a negative dab. And everyone was like no buT ALL I COULD THINK ABOUT WAS THAT PICTURE OF LANCE DABBING AND CRYING. AND THEN I ALMOST STARTED TO CRY. SO YES THERE IS SUCH A THING AS A NEGATIVE DAB.

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Congrats on the catalog! :D I'm happy for you! Perhaps a percabeth fluff fic, where Percy gets sick? We rarely get to see Annabeth properly care for her boyfriend when he really needs it.

“I think I’m dying,” Percy says, pulling his blankets up and over his head. His whole head feels stuffy, thick with heat and snot and pressure. The enclosed darkness of his sheets doesn’t help–breathing is already difficult, and now he’s suffocating even quicker just for the drama of it all and he hopes he meets his end soon, really, just drifts off in his bedroom at whatever o’clock in the cloudy, dim afternoon. It would be such a normal, unfitting end.

Annabeth pats his leg from where she sits at his side. “You’re not dying,” she says, not sympathetic at all.

“It’s all Estelle’s fault.” He sniffs, and wipes his nose on his pillow. “She’s a little vector for germs. We should’ve never sent her to preschool.”

“She has to grow up sometime. And I’m pretty sure you’re sick because you spent the past two days playing in this blizzard.”

“I’d prefer to blame this on my innocent baby sister, thank you.”

Annabeth’s weight moves from the bed, and leaves him briefly bereft. He can hear her moving around his bedroom–kicking his discarded jeans toward his hamper, tossing a clutter of used tissues into the trash, opening and closing his door. He dozes; dreams, maybe, of snowflakes on Annabeth’s eyelashes and his mother’s strands of silver hair, of Estelle’s puffy blue coat and mittens and her gap-toothed smile, of Grover, laughing loud and making snow-satyrs in the street.

The door creaks open. Percy blinks, and cool air rushes into his blankets, and Annabeth’s hand is on his forehead, his cheeks, his neck. Her fingers are soft and cool, and feel amazing when she brushes his greasy hair back. When he hums, pleased, she spends a few quiet minutes running her hand through his hair again, and again, and again.

He doesn’t think it’s possible to love her any more than he does right now, when he feels like death, when he feels like he might just melt straight through to Elysium under her touch.

“I don’t know,” she says eventually, pressing a lingering kiss to the space between his brows. “Maybe you are dying.”

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Rape Escape

Easy and very effective

Requires nothing but your body

Includes attack

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I always kind of imagine that this was Percy and Annabeth's third lives and that was why it was so difficult and they had to go through more than anyone else

Omg that makes so much sense. Headcanon accepted!!!!!

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I don't know why but I can't stop thinking about Percy getting reborn as a different demigod who can't understand why lord Poseidon has such a soft spot for him

now i can’t either 

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I have no idea how I came across your senior year fic but I'm obsessed. It's so good and it feels so legit and I am in love with how Percy and Annabeth interact! I just can't even describe how much I love it and I'm so fricken excited for more

I can’t even describe what this means to me. I’m really scared that Percy and Annabeth are way out of character. This is one for my first real big fics and I feel like I’m gonna mess Percy and Annabeth up. So thank you for saying you like how Percy and Annabeth interact. It makes me feel so much better. Thank you so much. You are too sweet.