#a pair of mittens that dont have hands to go on yet

[iclimbtreestofeelalive]

for the first time in my life, i have the gift of consciousness while my parent tries to have a baby with his partners. and like. there's something so very profound about it. there's a person coming! my family! they aren't here yet, and they won't even be on their way for a long time more, but i'm picking up tiny mittens and sewing baby blankets. can you even imagine, being so loved before you even existed? can you imagine holding someone on your lap and telling them that you've loved them since before they were even born, before they were even them, and their genetics rolled the dice? it's so incredibly immense and i can't wait to watch them become.

[squeiky]

!!!List of papyrus things!!!

(Update 3! mini update.)

For anyone who needs more info on the guy! Since you usually dont see alot of info about him!

A list of stuff thats just papyrus's tid bits i've collected overtime!

(Disclaimer: some things can be taken off of memory, though I did search most of the stuff up, so you dont have to worry too much. But if your feeling unsure, search it up! And correct me while your at it.)

his room doesn't play/have music.

(If you have reunited playing at enter his room, it'll disappear forever. Untill you go back and let it play again. Even without reunited, a song that plays no matter what room your in, doesn't play any music.)

Never takes off his battle body.

(According to sans, he only takes it off if he has no other choice too. Otherwise he'll just put clothes ontop of it, or just repaints it if needed. He does how ever, change his pants but never takes off the top.)

the minute "royal gaurd " is out of the picture, he's got nothing.

(It was the one thing he worked up for. When the royal gaurd disbands He says he "working hard on doing absolutely nothing". Then again this can be interpreted as papyrus does say he is working on something, despite not being a royal gaurd yet.)

He lies. (And can manipulate)

(Though he is really bad at lying, he seems to manipulate just fine, though its usually not out of malice. He gets undyne to befreind you by mentioning "challenge", which is a weakness of hers, since she never can turn down a challenge. And has lied about floweys name to her to. Has lied to sans or atleast mislead him about the things he knows about. Pretended he didn't know what a lab was during a call in hotland, but if you call him when sans isn't there, papyrus mentions the lab as if it was common knowledge instead of saying "Labrador-y?" As if he had no idea.)

Changes up his attacks

( if you get captured a few times, you see variation in his attacks. If you do it right, you can get him too skip half of his entire attack.)

Calls his own puzzles "Awful"

(This happens after battling papyrus, he says "WHO KNEW THAT ALL I NEEDED TO MAKE PALS... WAS TO GIVE PEOPLE AWFUL PUZZLES AND THEN FIGHT THEM??" This could be interpreted in many ways.)

Spikes, fire, traps, fencless bridges: are all safe for children, according to papyrus.

("EACH AREA HAS TO HAVE A PRECARIOUS BRIDGE" -bridge likely to collapse, dangerous. "ITS MANDATED BY THE GOVERNMENT. OF COURSE KING FLUFFYBOY WANTS TO UNMANDATE IT SAFER." "WHY?! WONT HE THINK OF THE CHILDREN?!)

Has "talked" with asgore before.

(Sadly, asgore and papyrus has crossed paths. Asgore advises him not to but dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. Papyrus wants to put dangerous puzzles around town, for the children. This results in them bickering over saftey laws, with papyrus usually winning.)

Tried to start a flowey fan club

(On multiple occasions calls flowey "his best freind" and shows genuine love for the little guy. He even gave flowey a little red scarf to match his, during the 5th anniversary winter alarm clock.)

Has photo-graphic memory for phone calls.

-call in the room where undyne chased you. He seems nervous, or atleast stressed out during this call. I'll leave any and all interpretation to you.)

(Ps: papyrus has bad memory, but good photographic memory?)

His disliking for grease

(Says this during a call with undyne in grillby's place. Undyne says she loves grease, and he quickly dismisses his opinion in favor of hers. Of course, papyrus HAS visited grillbys before, as the dogamy and doggeressa mention him with sans. )

Calls alphys "great"

(During the first tile puzzle, he praises alphys by calling her "THE GREAT DR. ALPHYS" )

Knows about undynes crush on alphus

(He teases undyne a few times on this, leading to the "hot voice" and "audible wink" papyrus lines. He's not oblivious to the things around him, unless he chooses to be.)

Put limes in his eyes!

(Conversation in hotland! The guy thought limes where cucumbers and stuck them in his eyes. When. He thought it wasn't working he put more limes. It burned like hell but he says it was all to have "mettaton's bishoning eyes")

Knows about mtt's eyes

(Nobody seems to know that mettaton has eyes?! Undyne confirms this fact. Papyrus is the only one who outright mentions it.)

He got mettaton to do the tile puzzle thing

(FOR SOME UNEXPLAINED REASON- mettaton was the tile puzzle robot alphys built. The puzzle robot papyrus had during his own tile puzzle. Infact, during mettaton's tile puzzle in hotland, he says that you'd is this a few hundred rooms ago. If you call papyrus, he starts rambling on all the instructions again. Hehe.)

he likes dinosaur oatmeal

(According to the undertale tumblr, flowey response to "whats papyrus's favorite food?" Is DINOSAUR OATMEAL!! YAY!)

really enjoys mtt's show and mtt in general.

(and mtt even helped him with a tile puzzle)

enjoys cars

Owns a car bed

(Want to drive one)

really freaking artistic!

(Paints a whole bridge, makes a snowpapyrus, made his own costume/battle body, built a okay replica of a sentry station)

The red book on the table in the skelebro's house is infact his!

(For specifics, the quantum mechanics book with infinite books inside of it. It isn't specified who reads it, but both brothers should be capable as jokes and puns are not out of papyrus wardrobe.)

has his own shed and tools.

(Also known as "the punishment shed, doghouse, cpature zone, guest room, a garage" or undyne's pun which was "the coolshed". Ah, to be enriched by shed puns... Wonderful.)

tried to learn the "horoscope"

(Got "stumped" according to sans)

thinks junior jumble is harder than crossword

wants a 6 pairs of hot pants and 6 pairs of legs to wear those pants

has a dream of owning a shop where he just sells flames

(Call near in waterfall, near the turtle man shop.)

He's very influential

(If he's the only one killed in a neutral run, even without undyne, a revolution will still occur. Look into it yourself if need be.)

Called himself a genius

(During the instance, where he talks to you after turning the light on in sans's room.)

Can't really tell when someones mad

(He couldn't tell when undyne was mad at him during a call. He asks us too.)

Doesn't watch anime.

(He thinks its like cartoons for babies. Jokes around with undyne for awhile before taking it all back once he knew she watched anime.-during one of the calls.)

Brutal kind of guy

(He says this himself, i don't exactly know WHY he thinks this of himself, but he does.)

Bookworm

Owns a bookshelf

(He has a book Its where his vast dictionary comes from.

Knows about the time and space manipulation tactics sans uses.

(HE KNOWS- HE MENTIONS IT WHEN HE TURNS ON THE LIGHT IN SANS'S ROOM!!)

believes you can be a better person, if you just try.

(And he's right. Even if you kill him he still believes this, beacuse well.. Its true. Undyne wont forgive you and try to kill you, sans won't fight you, bht he's still right either way)

Knows about river person

(He asks about how river person is doing. No body seems to know about river person, and its unsure if undyne knows about their prescence.)

The days in his date scene (Monday, Tuesday, weekday, Thursday,e.c.t ) changes depending on your computer. Even though the date in undertale is always Monday.

(River person has a scheduled thing that matches up to your computer date as well, but this is about papyrus, not river person.)

Weird abilities

(Flying and super speedy twirling, flying backwards. He doesn't even hide it.)

He's pretty freaking tough!

(According to undyne, the person who defeated asgore.)

His "absolutely normal attack" is a giant cluster of bones.

(In theory, his attack could be the size of the entire area, including the giant bone at the end.)

Papyrus can lower the giant bone at the end of his "absolutely normal attack"

Has Collection of bones (or was planning to make one.)

(The room behind the sink was made for.. His attacks/bones. Before toby(dog)came in and made a shrine instead.)

Is annoying dog's favorite target.

Has a cannon, spears, fire thingy, and a dog at his disposal.

(Displayed during the bridge scene)

One persistent dude.

Likes to say "NYEHEHE!"

Has alot of MTT items.

Owns makeup!

(Mtt brand of course!)

Never dated anyone before.

(He says it himself.)

owns a dating manual

Not much of a sleeper.

(To the point where he just calls sleeping "naps" which aren't that long. He outright says he's always working, so he doesn't sleep.)

Dislikes hotland

dislikes hotland x2

Dislikes hotlands puzzles

Dislikes hotlands ethics.

Doesnt know much about hotland

(Says he knows it like the back of his hand!)

Says he never taken off his gloves, so he has no idea how his hands look like.

(He wears gloves or mittens on top of his gloves. And refuses to take it off, like his "battle body")

Calls hotland's steam puzzles garbage.

Dislikes hotlands conveyors

Thinks L1 and R2 stand for left and right

( Of course, it takes him awhile. He starts making puns, and tries to compare the words to pasta, and THEN comes to the conclusion that its left and right. Its Trail and error.-)

Knows about death.

(Said he wanted to meet death one time during a waterfall call.)

He pauses when speaking as a lost soul.

("I MUST CAPTURE A HUMAN! THEN EVERYONE WILL. ...." This is unusual as he is the only one that pauses. This can be interpreted, but it is rather interesting nonetheless)

Alright this is a bit more interpretive. Things may not be 100% facts down here.

Disclaimer: i will be putting "Interpretive" in red coloring for things that have may my interpretation or opinions in! Please do be mindful in your search, and take it with a grain of salt. It doesn't make it comepelty wrong, it has facts! Just muddled with oppinions.

Ready?

self-worth problems.

( can be called interpretive: He always feels very unimportant, as if he doesn't actually matter. During a call in waterfall, with the puddle hallway, papyrus talks about not letting it "get to you" or something along the lines of that. Since undyne speaks from her experience with the puddles, then i'd assume papyrus would too.)

(I think its just a sign of self doubt or insecurity. Someone once said its dysphoria, which is a cool headcannon for paps or something. What ever it is, he has some demons that he doesn't want to let out.)

Forgetable.

( according to the genocide description)

( Interpretive: Other than that, he's not even noticable. Though, there are a few people that appreciate him, most dont really acknowledge him. Unless you kill him of course!)

Sad/depressed?

( interpreitive as well:Before the human showed up, sans explains how his brother was feeling quite down lately. We see a.. Happier side of papyrus through out our journey.. He vents out to us, the player/human, about things he dislikes, or troubles he faces. Hes like a froggit. Life is hard for a froggit.)

Smiles through things.

("This is where I tried to capture you! What a bad memory." -quote he says as he smiles through it all. He does have a sad emote, but so far i have only seen it during a call in hotland, where the CORE was shown. As your adventure is coming close.. To an end.)

Uses his playful "OUCH!" emote when you straight up kill him. Instead of his hurting/in pain emote when flowey catches him off guard before absorbing everyonesones souls.

(The reason is unkown, but that emote is normally associated with more of "light taps." Examples are, toriel's fireballs at asgore and flowey. Unless... Cutting off his head was considered a "light tap" then, but flowey wrapping him in painful vines is considered more painful than getting his head chopped off and still having enough consciousness to joke about it.)

He knows his cooking sucks and that nobody likes it.

(He's not naive. He knows. He even says it. "Nobody has like my cooking before!" - QUOTE. This isn't some hidden fact. He's trying his best, "mabye next year, he might even make something edible." -sans quote.)

That was all the stuff i gathered for now.

Feel free to tell me anything i haven't added! :)

yeah, hes a pretty cool dude, ain't he?

(Edit: i've added some new things to the bunch, and fixed/deleted ome opinions or unrelated junk. Please, continue helping me add!)

[snickiebear]

yo nadia <3333 i'm bored in my online classes and u reblogged the questions thingy at the right time lmao, so get ready: 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 17, 23, 24, 28, 30!!!, 34, 38, 39, 40 (the intimacy of being understood) (imma stop here lol) (also i'm sorry u're not feeling well, ily and hope u'll feel better soon!! <33333)

ELE ILY. (and thank you, i’m stayin home today cause,,, yeah. i appreciate you sm.) you’re the literal best, i adore you. 

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

The first fanfiction i read was for The Lunar Chronicles when I was like 11?? and it was 100% on accident and it scarred me because it was a hardcore porn one with a period kink and i was like WHAT IS THIS??? OH MY GOD???? LMAOOOOO i didn’t pick it back up until i was 13-14 and really got into the Fairy Tail fandom. I still reread my favorites on ff.net cause i love them. 

As for writing, I wrote a horrible, terrible x-men fanfiction when I was twelve. (my friend still brings it up and REFUSES to delete it so it still gets comments and views, that shit HAUNTS ME ELE.) then tried again for Fairy Tail, posted like two chapters before taking it down cause i wasn’t really feeling it. And then I posted The Intimacy Of Being Understood and here we are. 

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

OMGG okok 

@murd3rm1ttens ‘s The Problem How Time Works IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YOU GUYS NEED TO HOP ON IT ASAP. MITTEN’S WRITING SO SO SO SO GOOD. SAKURA AND INO ARE TOTAL BADASSES. KAKASHI IS A SIMPPPP. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. 

@mouseymightymarvellous ‘s We Were Screaming In Color (Only A Possibility) yes, yes I KNOW. i always point into mousey’s direction but i WILL always advocate that everyone reads her fics, they’re literally so beautiful???? i just happen to be rereading WWSIN rn 

@safelycapricious ‘s Shaking Up And Breaking Down series. I found this like?? idfk but i’ve been raving about it ever since. ALSO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS IN GENERAL. 

fuck i have more than three but also check out @ambivalens999 ‘s Masks

i do wanna make a fic rec thing where i just rav about my favs,,, might do that later or sum

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Omniscient third person. I don’t like it. Like I can understand that it can be a little hard to stay in one person’s perspective but, in my opinion, if you can, it shows how disciplined you are as a writer. Plus, i just get so confused when I go from A’s thoughts to suddenly what B is thinking about A. 

When writers use ‘ ‘ instead of “ “. When writers put thoughts in ‘ ‘ instead of just italicizing them. It’s small things but like they just bother me sO MUCH. most of the time i can ignore it and try to enjoy but other times i just dip. 

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

@espoir-et-reves !!!!! THEIR SHISAKU FICS ARE SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. And they have a warring states one going on THAT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH. 

@writer168 idk if they’re really “underrated” but THEY HAVE SUCH GREAT FICS ON AO3. Like theres an AU with sakura, kiba, and shino that i reread constantly because it just. is. so. fucking. GOOD. and they posted a new one that i’m YELLING about. 

@eggtoasties okay they only have 2 in the naruto fandom (one shisaku which is still ongoing) BUT THEIR WRITING STYLE IS SO NICE?? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I still go back and reread their shikasaku one cause UGH i can’t get enough. I love it. 

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Fandoms: Naruto, Soul Eater, The Old Guard, ATLA

Parings: KakaSaku/ShikaSaku/ShiSaku/MultiSaku, SoMa, Joe X Nicky, Zukka

Character: SAKURA. I will read anything with Sakura as the main character and her being a fuckin badass or becoming a badass. I love her.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

aha.. haha.. well. I check my email like three times an hour. its the first thing i check in the mornings too. I’m literally a whore for praise and literally eat up feedback like its going out of style. I also reread a lot of my stuff because i make so many mistakes and spelling errors, or the spacing is weird oR SOMETHING. plus, literally any and all comments make my day, i go back and reread them cause they just make me feel so tingly and warm like “wow. this person enjoyed the fic/my writing enough to tell me. thats HUGE!”

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Angry, feral, bloodied, morally gray women. They aren’t bad guys, they’re probably the good guy, but that doesn’t mean they cant be fucking raging at the world with raw knuckles and blood on their teeth. I just love an angry woman who struggles with her emotions and just has so much inner conflict but that doesn’t take away from her character or badassery, it adds to it. 

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

The fake dating or miscommunication troupe. LIKE GUYS JUST TALK. AND TELL EACH OTHER OMFG. the entire like obliviousness of “nah they dont like me” while the They holds their hand and kisses their cheek. MOFO WHAT. it makes me so impatient and like mad HAAHHAHA. its probably because i’m a pretty confrontational person so seeing stuff like that just “cmon bro, USE YO HEAD.”

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

I have yet to receive a negative comment! Which i was really surprised about tbh. As for deadlines or pressure to update, i just kind of do whatever. I do set goals, but i set them flexible enough that hey, if i can’t do it, that’s okay. 

I have a lot of mini goals, like “i want to write this chapter and get it done this week” and then the large goal is “FINISH BY END OF MAY” so i have time. 

Actually, now that I think on it, the entire pressure to update thing is probably why i’m waiting until I have all of OL&W written to post it weekly,, cause well. I wouldn’t wanna leave you guys waiting as I tried to write and work out the next chapters and stuff, you know?

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

AAAAAA YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE AHAHAHAH

Have you seen the way the dead dance, World Breaker? They roar, half mad and starving. Do you not wish, do you not hope to see them twist and bend and dance to your will?

Shikamaru snarls, looking behind his shoulders to where his Shadows lay. “Patience.” He spits. “Is of the essence, Things of Ancient. Know your place as the dark you are.”

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

None of my experiences match up to anything I write tbh,,, probably the only thing that is me in my writing is maybe the emotional turmoil? I’m pretty emotionally and mentally mature because from a pretty young age i started forming my own opinions, started looking into the world around us and being like “dude what the fuck this is not what disney advertised”. Then i started talking (read: arguing and debating) with my dad about a lot of it. So, like emotions are kind of hard for me. Like i’m pretty good at controlling them or understanding them, but still. idk its hard to explain ig.

Like the weight of stress, the anger, the sadness. It’s kind of therapeutic to write. Cause i don’t know how to put those feelings to verbal words so writing them really helps. 

As for my readers’ image? Probably like some kind of hunched over figure typing away in the dark with a maniacal grin on their face. I honestly don’t know AHHAHAHA but it is fun to think about. I think they’d see me as someone with potential but a lot of room to grow and someone who is imperfect but in a charming way LMAOOOO

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

I’m gonna be real honest. Its probably like a 2. I’m a bit of a control freak so I almost always go in chronological order, my writing is pretty linear. Unless, i get bored and jump to one of my fav parts. It's pretty much i sit down, i open the doc, read over my notes and just start writing. 

It’s a little boring to explain AHAHAHA but once i get into the groove of things its really fucking great, I can like feel myself in the world, I can feel what i want the characters to, i love it. I catch myself mouthing the words as i type too, which i find hilarious.

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I rather like how raw my writing is sometimes. Which might sound really vain, but i do like the way i word things or describe things. I love juxtaposition and repetition, or making a good ole circle back to some minute detail that wouldn’t stand out until i repeat it at the end and you’re like “omg” AHAHAHAHA.

Like those little poetic snippets or certain wording i just sit back and go “damn thats kinda good nadia! go you!’ HAHAHA  

40. How did you come up with the idea for The Intimacy Of Being Understood?

AAAAA this fic is like my first child, my pride and joy LMAO

so the idea initially came when i was reading some fic, idk if it was even naruto, but i was like “i don't like this, but i do like the rain symbolism.” And I knew i wanted to write something kind of slow paced, something a little sad and angsty, but would show KakaSaku slowly but surely falling in love.

Idk if you’ve noticed but a lot of my fics, the pairings don’t change each other dramatically. They accept each other as they are and then they grow with together. Like that acceptance is something i just love writing, its so subtle, it isn’t something you declare. Its simply “I am going to love you. I am going to love you despite your flaws and faults. I am going to love you unconditionally because I know you, I understand you, and there is nothing you could do to drive me away.” 

The fic kind of wrote itself after that first scene. I kept going back to the rain, go being ghosts, and resurrection, and the small epiphanies one gets. I wanted to focus on each character’s growth with each other. They didn’t find light in life because of each other, but with each other. And i think that’s my favorite thing about that fic. 

I wanted something raw and real and just something beautiful. I’m actually really proud of it tbh. Would i go back and rewrite/edit it? Oh of course! I’d do that with every single one of my fics, but i’m not gonna cause i think its in its rawest form right now. :))))

ask me shit plz

[cordycep-creations]

Lumity Month day Who’s Counting: First Date

@lumity-month @thekitsune

"For the third time, it's not a date!" Amity Blight glared ar the twins stood on the other side of her room, identical smug smiles on their faces. "We're just watching a movie at her house!"

"Sure it isn't, Mittens" Edric chuckled. "You're just dressed up fancy because you wear stuff like that every day."

"Aw cut her some slack" Emria chided. "She's dressed up fancy before! Remember a few weeks ago, when..." She gasped, putting her hand over her mouth in mock surprise. "...When she was meeting Luz to give her back the Azura book! Maybe you are onto something."

Amity sighed, trying to quell the heat rising in her face. "Can you two cut it out? Its not... You know what, I give up. And if mom asks..."

"You're at Boscha's studying for exams. Dont worry lil sis, we've got you covered." Emira winked as she opened the door. As the two left the room, Edric poked his head back in for a final comment.

"And have fun on your date!" Amity tried to protest, but the door had already closed before she got the chance.

The trip to the Owl House was one Amity had walked many times, but the mix of fear and excitement that bounced in her chest kept her from paying much attention to the scenery. As much as she had tried to tell the twins (and herself) otherwise, they were right. It wasn’t officially stated as one of course, but...

Amity found herself interrupted by the voice that never became bearable, no matter how many times she came here: The Owl House itself. “Fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinally you’re here. Luz has been asking me if I saw you allll evening hooty hoot”

“What? She was not!” Amity exclaimed, face beet red as the evil tube spiraled upwards. Hurrying inside, Amity found Luz sitting on the arm of the couch with a grin, dressed in... The otter costume. Naturally.

She grinned as Amity walked in, jumping up from the couch and grabbing her in a hug that made Amity forget how to form a sentence as she prayed to the titan that her face didn’t look as red as it felt. 

“Amity! Ohmygosh you’re actually here. Okay, okay. I know you like to know what’s going on, so I got it all sorted out. There’s two movies on the table- there were three, but King decided to try to make one of them into a buzz saw- and you can pick one of those. There’s snacks, there’s nonalcoholic apple blood- Eda found some- Gus and some of the other people from the illusionist track set something up to distract hooty. He didn’t say who was helping him? Which is kinda weird? But it’s all figured out!”

In the time it had taken her to finish her explanation she’d let go of the hug and Amity had regained the ability to speak. “Uh.. Right! That’s a lot. So is there, uh, something I’m supposed to do now, orrrr” Damnit, Blight! Retract the previous statement. Apparently she hadn’t quite figured out how words worked again yet. 

Before long they had managed to start one of the movies with only the mild interruption of the sound of breaking ceramic and Lilith yelling at her sister, and the pair sat on the couch. Amity dressed in a black dress with a purple brooch, and Luz in the ridiculous otter suit. 

Amity had been worried about an awkward silence, but it quickly became obvious that she didn’t need to be. Luz seemed to have some comment to make at every scene. She’d insisted on turning the lights off, and was currently trying to explain why after a completely different movie she’d seen, she’d been unable to sleep with the lights off for weeks. 

Only half listening to the monologue, Amity found herself staring at Luz’s hand. They were sat at opposite sides of the couch, amity trying to take up as little space as possible and Luz sitting comfortably. Her hand, the one that wasn’t moving as she talked, sat near the gap between the two cushions. It was small, with several tiny scars across its surface. And it looked soft.

Amity reached out to it hesitantly, but as her fingers brushed the other girl’s wrist she froze. Luz turned her expression shifting from confusion to surprise to a dorky grin. She took Amity’s hand, scooting over to her side of the couch as she did so. She’d stopped talking now, and Amity had become very aware of how her heart was racing. Luz wasn’t close enough to feel it, was she? If she was, would she notice?

The two sat like that for some time, fingers locked, Amity’s head resting on Luz’s shoulder when she eventually became more comfortable. Near the end of the movie, Amity almost jumped as Luz’s head moved to rest ontop of her own. Was Amity supposed to respond? Did Luz realize she was doing it? Was amity overthinking things? The questions were answered when amity heard a faint snore from above her. 

She had to laugh. All the energy at the start, all the planning and talk, only to fall asleep right at the end. She sighed, wrapping her arms around Luz’s plushed sleeve, pulling it into her chest. She held the human, feeling her warmth as her own eyes eventually drifted shut to the music of the credits. 

[angrylizardjacket]

like flying [1] {Brian May}

A/N: Stardust AU!!! Mainly a set-up chapter. they/them, fallen star!reader, please please please let me know what you think!!

When one spends their life with their eyes trained on the sky, they tend to miss what’s right in front of them. 

Freddie says that a lot, usually when he’s up by the helm of the ship, and has just witnessed Brian, who is running across the deck trying to get the best vantage point of the sky through the clouds, run straight into John, who in fairness, is equally distracted by the impending storm.

“Could you at least warn us next time?” Brian calls over a crack of thunder.

“Being your guide dog isn’t my job.” Freddie’s glaring into the storm, a white-knuckled grip on the wheel as he prepared to whether it. John doesn’t seem too bothered by it, just picks up his scattered tools, straightens his googles, and heads towards the bow of the ship.

“What about you, ya jackal?” Brian levels a glare at where their resident Warlock had taken up residence on the banister of the quarterdeck, laughing as he watches the events unfold from his vantage point by the Captain. Roger sits with his ankles crossed, balancing with an unnatural ease, and for good reason; his favourite thing was using his magic to make it look like himself appear just that little bit better than the humans around him, irritating git. 

“You should watch where you’re going.” Is all he offers, eyes shining as he watches a crack of lightning streak across the sky.

“I’m trying to watch where we’re all going.” Brian huffs, rolling up his map and putting it in it’s holder for safekeeping. “Anyways, the storms dead ahead, you don’t need me to guide you. I’ll be down by the barrels until this is all over.” And with that he descends further into the ship to keep an eye on, and switch out the lightning barrels as they’re being filled.

From his vantage point on the gun deck, which had initially been for show, and had now been converted into the main collection point that all the lightning funnelled into, Brian could catch glimpses of the storm raging outside, and feel as it knocked the ship about. He had absolute faith in Deaky’s designs, they’d been through far worse and come out singing before, and for now he just contented himself with making sure that none of the lightning barrels overflowed, and occasionally catching a glimpse of stars through the clouds. 

There was no denying he was rather enamoured with them, at least as a concept; spending thousands of years bringing light to the world in it’s darkest hours, holding their constellations for hundred, even thousands of years, watching silently as the universe passes them by, all without complaint. There was something beautiful, artistic about the way they arranged themselves, something that made Brian feel so unbelievably small, and occasionally futile, in comparison. But their constant nature was often the only things that kept him sane aboard this ship, and so he wouldn’t begrudge the stars their shining constance, he’d just be thankful they shone at all, and kept him in a job, and ironically, kept him grounded. 

Roger joins him almost immediately after the storm passes. Brian’s carefully distilling a little of the freshest lightning into a little sample size if the buyer’s unconvinced of it’s quality, which is a tricky process involving heat-proof mittens and a weird metal hose, and Roger pulls off the lid of the barrel without a second thought. By now, Brian doesn’t even flinch; Roger’s adept at keeping the lightning contained with his magic and a flick of his wrist, and looks into the crackling metal barrel without any hesitation.

“Seems like we’ve got a good batch on our hands.” Roger tries to sound like he knows what he’s talking about, like he doesn’t say that every time because he’s a little in awe at the sight of what’s essentially bottled lightning. Brian doesn’t comment. “Well I appreciate your candor, I did do an excellent job.” Roger fills in the blanks with exactly what he wants to hear, and he steps back, stretching out his hand, and there’s a panic that rises in Brian’s chest as what appears to be an electrified serpent rises from the barrel.

“Do you have to show off like that?” Brian asks, deadpan, trying his hardest to hide the fear that the loud, electric snaps bring out in him. After a moment, he caps the sample and shuts off the little vent that he distills the lightning from before taking away the piping, while Roger rolls his eyes but obligingly shoves the lightning back into the barrel. 

As he’s capping it, his hold on the lightning slips for just a moment, and there’s a sudden burst as the not yet secured cap is torn through from his grip, rocketing faster than the eye can see up through the roof of the deck, and into the sky. Electricity bursts forth, fire blooming where the lighting hits the walls and floor in an instant, the very power of it sending both Roger and Brian to opposite ends of the room; it’s deafening, overwhelming, and it takes all of Roger’s focus to wrangle the electricity back under control.

“Spare lid!” He shouts, which Brian parrots back mockingly, looking around.

“We’ve never needed a spare lid why would we have one?!” He cries, and can hear, in the now still night air outside, Freddie cursing up a blue streak as he and Deaky come over to the newly formed hole in the floor of the deck to investigate. 

“Because it’s better to be safe than sorry!” Roger retorts, and suddenly there’s a pair of goggles looking down at them, Deaky, alongside their incredibly annoyed Captain.

“What the blood hell has happened?”

“Roger-” Brian tried to explain as he was putting out fires across the room, but he was cut off.

“We need a spare lid for this batch, okay? I’ll explain after.” Roger insisted, much to both Freddie and Brian’s chagrin.

“We don’t have a spare lid.” Deaky responded, and his face disappeared from the hole where they had been looking in. Freddie’s gaze turns skyward, as if trying to see if the lid was falling back to Earth, though he seemed transfixed.

“Ha! I told you!” Brian cried, and Roger rolled his eyes, as Deaky showed up at the door a few moments later, pulling various items from his tool belt as he set about making a make-shift lid.

“It won’t hold forever.” Deaky explained, “and we can’t sell this batch, I’ve basically just welded a metal plate to the top, and added some insulator. We need to get a new lid.” Roger relaxed, the sudden exertion and overuse of his powers hitting him all at once, though they all jumped when he let go of his hold of the electricity and it crashed threateningly at the new lid.

“How long do we have?” Roger asks, arms crossed as he puts out an on-fire chair with a wave of his hand before collapsing into it. Brian wants to make a snarky remark, but he’s too busy putting out fires of his own, and even at a glance Roger looks like he’s death standing, or sitting as the case may be; either way he’s at his limit. 

“A few days, maybe? I did the best I could given,” and he waves his hand around the ashy room and scattered supplies, “but those lids are specially designed.” And after stamping out a fire by the door, he takes off his goggles. “Worst comes to worst, I can crack the lid and we can chuck it overboard; it’ll come loose in the air and won’t be our problem.” 

“And waste a perfectly good barrel? I don’t think so, dear; we’re going to get our lid.” Freddie sounds so confident that it’s a little unnerving, and he’s still looking at the sky. Brian peers up through the hole and tries to follow his gaze.

“How do you even know where it is?” He asked, and Freddie turned with a bright smile, pointing at light in the sky growing steadily brighter at an alarming rate.

“Because it hit a star, and we can watch where it falls.”

The thing about you is that you adored humanity, you just never understood them. You’d always been so caught up in their day-to-day intricacies that you’d never been bored watching empires come and go, or see history repeat itself over and over again. Each little era brought something new, something to shake up the routine, and everyone’s personal lives, and sometimes you were even able to catch a glimpse of love. That was your favourite thing to watch, the way people would fall in love time and time again, and there’s little patterns, people drawn to one another, sometimes you feel as if you’re watching the same souls come back to each other over and over again. If you liked to fantasize about being one of those souls, you would never say anything to the others who shine beside you, bored with the ebb and flow with time that seemed to change little with each passing eon. 

You knew, objectively, that there were people who looked up at you, who even perhaps loved you, but it wasn’t the same, you couldn’t tell them you loved them in the same way, and after all, you liked it where you were, free from the fear of having your heart eaten like you’d seen happen to your brothers and sisters before, free from the fear of rejection; humans tend to like humans, and you knew if given half a chance you’d want to act out your little fantasy. But it wouldn’t come true; even people who looked up at the stars learned to love something on the ground, you’d seen it happen too many times. 

You were secure where you were, one of the brightest shining stars in the sky, glowing as you delighted in the antics of the people below you, and you never thought that would have to change. 

Until what seems to be a metal plate smacks you in the chest, winding you and knocking you from your perch in the sky. You weren’t even able to cry for help as you crash through the atmosphere. Fear has a stranglehold on your whole body, all you can do is clutch the metal to your chest as the ground approaches, and part of you, in hindsight, will be glad that you passed out before you hit the ground.

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[harrypotterimagined]

36 and 37 with hermione x (short female)hufflepuff. if you dont mind.

Of course I don’t mind! I love Hermione and I aggressively love Hufflepuff. SO Yaaassssss 

#36: “Is that my shirt?” 

((I already did this one so this will be shorter))

You Took Hermione’s hand, expecting her to intertwine your fingers, yet she just turned around, ready to scold you. Her face softens when she sees you. 

“I thought you said you’d stay at Hogwarts today.” She gently kissed your cheek, now taking your hand. 

“I was, but Hannah told me Snape wouldn’t teach tomorrow so I decided to not do that project today.” Hermione smiled and rested her head against your shoulder. 

“I’m glad you decided to come, because I don’t want to get into trouble with them.” Hermione glanced at Ron and Harry. 

“Hey! We already told you we’ll be fine!” 

“Sure you are.” You chuckled. “Want to go for a Butterbeer?” Hermione nodded and smiled, something she did a lot more around you. 

“I’d love that. My fingers are freezing.” You grabbed inside of your pocket and fished out a pair of Hufflepuff mittens. 

“Here.” You handed them to her. 

“Oh, I can’t. I don’t want you’ fingers to freeze off.” 

“I’m fine. These sleeves are way too long.” You laughed and pressed them in her free hand. Thankfully, she slipped them on. 

The Three Broomsticks had a unique aura, something that you really enjoyed. Nothing quite felt like being there. You opened your coat and found a cozy spot in the corner of the building. Hermione ordered the drinks, and when she came back she stopped for a second. 

“Is that my shirt?” In an instinct, you looked down and smiled sheepishly. 

“Sweater.” You corrected. “The color matched with how I felt today.” Even though the sweater was a little bit long, you loved being inside her clothes. If felt as if she was hugging you. 

“I’ll be stealing your favorite sweater now, too.” She sat down and gave you your drink. 

“Well, I’m fine with that.” You smiled and kissed her cheek. 

#37: “You look like you need a hug.” 

“You look like you need a hug.” You said when you saw Hermione sitting in the library. She didn’t even have an open book, she was just staring at the table. She glanced up at the sound of your voice and gave you a small smile. 

“That’s kind of you, but I’m fine.” 

“Considering what you’ve been through today, I would find it quite strange if you were really fine.” You sat down beside her and smiled. 

“So you’ve heard.” 

“I have. But I hoped you’d tell me. I’m your girlfriend after all.” You smiled and kissed her cheek. “I have something planned for you.” 

“I really don’t want to go out tonight.” 

“You won’t have to leave. I just want to help you relax.” 

“Does it involve that hug?” She raised her eyebrow and you giggled. 

“It does.” You kissed her hand. “Are you in?” 

“Only if you can sneak me in the Hufflepuff common room.” 

“You know I can, darling.” You winked and pulled her up. “Now, I have some cheering up to do.” 

[middlemiste]

some things im thinkin about

have to go refill my prescription because i ran out and i keep forgetting what day it is and losing time and i’ve consistently slept like twice as much as i usually do but it’s cold and raining and i just want it to be night time already

but morning is the calmest time and the most refreshing, the light is prettiest, the day is brightest, there is time to be spent, that is when it’s best to drink coffee bc it probably won’t keep you up all night. tomorrow i’m going to wake up in the morning and fall back asleep warm. tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow tomorrow (tonight tonight tonight)

i’ve made 4 mittens in the past week and ripped up one of them so i have 3 mittens, 1 matched pair sitting around. i like making the things that will keep me warm, keep my friends warm. there’s a callous on my index finger now.i’m making a scarf for my mom.i ordered the yarn i need to finish his mittens.i need to redo the cap of the one ive nearly finished.they’ll match the scarf i made for him.

i’ve been studying french and studying and studying. i have nothing better to do as im in the house all day long. so i knit and study french.

haven’t had a drink since the new year. i dont think im quitting forever but i needed to stop for awhile, and it’s cleanest and friendliest to stop doing things on january 1st

i need to clean my room and the house there’s things strewn about and i keep vacuuming but there’s cat hair always. my one roommate always leaves things on the dining room table and i hate it because it makes everything feel so cluttered and i wish we had an area rug for that room so the floor wasn’t so big and bare. he never cleans and told me when we moved in together that he thought i would make a good roommate bc i seem to “like to clean and do it compulsively” :^) (thanks for attempting to capitalize on my obsessive tendencies jackass jokes on u i’m not even home that much during the semester ha ha)

i have watched my cat sleep so much in the past 3 days and hes really good at it and i’m really proud of him he’s so big and strong and sleepy

i want school to start again so i have things to do and people to see and i’m not just in the house all the time but i know i’m going to have another stressful semester and i’m not sure i’m ready for that yet, it’s a cocktail of weird shit that’s Definitely going to be happening and i can’t avoid it and i just want to have a peaceful time but that’s always too much to ask, i feel like im gonna go grey

i haven’t been reading! i can’t concentrate on it! it feels bad! what happened to the concentration i’d come into! i can’t feel peaceful unless i’m engaging my hands in some kind of way which is why ive been knitting like i have! why does my body fuck around so much! 

speaking of my body fucking around, i’ve needed to take iron tablets several times in the past 1-2 months and that is not good, i havent taken them regularly in several years, but i know what anemia-wrought fatigue feels like and i’ve been having that a lot lately, so what the fuck. stop it

it’s raining still and driving long distances is frightening but everything is ok, everything is ok. i can wait for snow. i can wait.

i miss my mom and i wish she were here i like visiting her because she is a very relaxing person to be around and there are a few friends left there that i like to see but overall being at her house is pretty isolating i wish she were within walking distance or even bus distance i don’t like being so far away from my family all the time. my speech patterns have changed a lot since i left home and it’s so painfully obvious when i’m interacting with family members, i feel like i stick out a lot, and i hate that i have to be so careful when talking with my brother and i hate that his ideology is so hateful when he himself is not that way. i miss my family but i miss it from when i had just left home. my dad’s in florida now and he’s buying a house down there. i liked visiting him there, i had a really lovely time, but i wish we weren’t so fractured nowadays, my family is so compartmentalized.

i wish i knew flower language. i wish i could fill my room with windows and then with nice plants. i have two little windows and i like them but they aren’t as good as the ones i had before. this house doesn’t have any really good sit-and-look windows. they’re all covered. my roommates always cover windows. it makes me feel very small.

[daniellesmithtv]

The Gift of Giving: Ways Your Family Can Make a Difference

This post is sponsored by Fidelity Charitable®, but, as always, all thoughts and opinions are mine and mine alone.

Teaching my small people to be ‘givers’ has always been a priority in our family. It is easy to be a taker, and for many people, it’s the natural route they take as they grow. But what a beautiful world we’d have if giving was as much of a treasure as getting. Each year, as the holidays approach, we seek – and find – new ways to help people in our community.

If giving happens regularly, it will be a habit my children (hopefully) have for a lifetime. The joy of seeing that you have gifted to someone in a way that they need is a beautiful part of the process, and hopefully a feeling that makes us all want to do it again and again. Yes, it would be impossible for a child *not* to love receiving, but our goal is to help them to love working to make others happy as well.

To help you in your quest to share the gift of giving with your family, we’ve collected a few of our favorite ideas in the video below.

Happy Giving.

The Gift of Giving: Ways Your Family Can Make a Difference

We have found that some understanding starts with the age of your children and what exactly they comprehend. Most children can see the joy in someone’s face when we do something nice for them or give something small to improve their life in some way.We usually start with a good book or two to discuss the meaning of giving.

Cookie Bake

We are a family that loves to bake, and there are some lovely women and men at the nursing home who have very fond memories of baking in their home or with family. We arrange a day of baking with the activity director. Then we bring in the items to bake three types of cookies that the residents have requested. The favorites seem to be Snickerdoodles, Chocolate Chip and a Raisin Cookie. So we see if they have recipes and if not we bring our own. It is a day of fun and great stories.

Gift Giving Tree

We attend the local church and know there are many parents who struggle with having a good meal or a great Christmas for their child. They don’t want to be identified, so we set up the Gift Giving Tree. A parent may take a numbered tag and put the name of a gift on the tag that they would like their child to have. They then hang the small decoration on the tree. We purchase gifts and wrap them with the number on them. Whenever a parent sees the gift, they may claim it from under the tree. It is easy for the church members to take a numbered tag off the tree and purchase the gift.

Donate A Dinner

We have a few food banks in the area and there never seems to be enough meals to go around for everyone in need. We plan on shopping for two meals while at the grocery store and purchase the same things we buy for a gift basket for the food bank. We know it goes to a family in need and we love packing up the box and delivering it.

Adopt A Grandparent

Many of us are lucky enough to have our grandparents with us but even so adopting a grandparent is a good idea—especially if they do not have many members of family in their area or are not a grandparent yet. They usually love having some help and being included in the holiday fun. We usually go through our church or the local senior center to see who could use a fun family as a companion. We have developed some long lasting relationships through the years. My children have come to love having 4 or 5 extra grandparents. We will help them decorate their house, take them shopping with us, take them along when we ride around looking at lights, have them over for dinner and help us bake, help wrap their gifts and include them in our Christmas dinner.

Fidelity Charitable® Giving Account®

One way to make it easy to support family charities and create a family tradition that allows you to maximize the way you give: a Fidelity Charitable® Giving Account®, or donor-advised fund.

One way to make it easy to support family charities and create a family tradition that allows you to maximize the way you give: a Fidelity Charitable Giving Account®, or donor-advised fund.

What is a donor-advised fund? It is like a charitable investment account, but its only purpose is to support the charitable organizations you care about.

You can contribute cash, securities or other assets to set up a donor-advised fund with Fidelity Charitable, with as little as $5,000. You’ll be eligible for an immediate tax deduction, and the funds are used to support the charities your family cares about. You can also recommend how to invest the funds in the Giving Account for tax-free growth, and may end up with more to give as a result.

Wondering if you can support your favorite charity with Fidelity Charitable? I’m guessing yes, as you can support virtually any IRS-qualified charity, including churches, schools and PTAs.

Most people who use donor-advised funds end up giving more as a result…and that is the goal, yes? To maximize giving, to give to the charities that matter the most to you AND to model this type of giving for your kiddos.

Gift of Simple Time

Where else can we go? Well we have a local Children’s Hospital that seems the perfect place to try to spread cheer and also teach about how lucky we are to have our health. These children are brave souls and their families are strong and courageous. The spirit of belief and goodness is strong here and I can’t think of to many other greater places to expose our children to. Reach out to area agencies to see if they need extra help this time of year – from food banks to shelters, from children’s hospitals to your local library – extra pairs of hands can be an irreplaceable gift.

Socks and Mittens

We have noticed during the cold weather that many children don’t have on warm socks or have mittens. It may be by choice for some and others may not have those things or have lost them.

We provide, with permission, socks and mittens to the school nurse. We just deliver them in a box once a week through the month of December and if she calls us with a need during the winter we restock. It is our way of reconnecting with how lucky we are to have items to keep us warm.

Donate Christmas Swags

We have found that many of the tree farms cut off the bottom boughs of the tree and they never get used. We ask in the beginning of the season if we can have those extra boughs of pine donate to the area. We only purchase wire and ribbon and pine cones. We make simple swags and donate them at church to those who may not be able to afford decorations. They can also be donated to agencies to help the less fortunate such as domestic violence shelters or homeless shelters. My children learn about many different people in our community by doing this and become aware of what people may need to support them in a particular time of their life.

Family Gestures

All the goodness in our hearts starts at home with each other. We work on promoting the art of giving in our own home also. We need to be giving to each other and the month of giving to others needs to include our own home. So we make an advent calendar of our own with each day having a way to recognize the other person in the house. We do a day of small gifts which could be a pack of gum or a cooked meal. Then a day of helping which could mean helping our sibling with homework or folding wash with mom. It is easy to come up with ideas for 24 days until Christmas. Hang up your family advent calendar for a surprise everyday. We set it up so we read the calendar in the morning and by dinner time we have followed it out for another member of the family. We have the time then to talk about it at dinner.

Thank you for reading along and maybe choosing a few ideas to do with your family. It is important to promote the idea of giving to others to our children so it does not become lost in all the commercial aspects of the holidays. I am sure everyone has other ideas on teaching the gift of giving and I would love to hear your thoughts. 

If you’re looking for more ideas about how to raise grateful children and start giving traditions with your family this holiday season, Fidelity Charitable also has some tips. Happy Holidays.

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