#probably isn't

[rjavenuru]

cheers

[alteredyansim]

Heyo?? ok so i revamped ayano and taro. ayano is more or less the same while Taro looks and is completely different.

I somewhat changed his personality too:

Taro is more playful and confident. He likes to tease his friends and joke around. He also has strong morals (like in YanSim proper). He tries to stay positive, due to what happened in his past (that i have yet to figure out), and for his younger sister who is in middle school.

Ayano's backstory is different, but it's still pretty edgy depending on how you look at it (TW//Mentions of suicide);

She used to a happy child. Shy but happy. She got straight A's and her parents we're proud. However, her parents would usually flaunt her accomplishments to others. Ayano always felt weird about it.

Then she enrolled in a prestigious school. This made the boasting worst and it gave Ayano a shit ton of pressure. She no longer can hang out with friends since she's now in a different school and schoolwork requires all of her attention so she couldn't make new ones (plus most of the students were snobby assholes anyway).

Ayano burnt out. One day, in the car with her parents, they decided to discuss about her declining grades. Ayano couldn't believe them, they rather talk about numbers- then her own well being. She snapped- Crying at them. Telling them how she felt all this time, even thinking of killing herself. As the situation escalated, the father's driving became unstable. And crashed.

Ayano woke up in a hospital bed with a Nurse (it's Muja Kina). The nurse looked at her with worry and asked how she was feeling. Ayano didn't say anthing. She didn't knew how to feel. She then remembered the crash and asked where her parents were.

The nurse froze up and didn't know what to say or how to tell her. That alone was enough for Ayano to understand.

They died.

Ayano became hysterical. Laughing so hard it hurt. She thought it was cruel. Crying "Why not me?" on the top of her lungs. She gripped her hair and started pulling it, ripping her iv. The Nurse panicked and tackled Ayano. Trying to make her stop. And then something no one expected happened.

Someone grabbed Ayano's wrists. She couldn't move them. The person looked at her dead in the eyes and hugged her. "Hey, hey, hey... calm."

This person- was different. Their embrace felt like they really cared (not that she has a clear reference of what it should feel like but i digress).

It was Taro.

She calmed down and the nurse was relieved.

"You look like you have a lot to say... Do you want to talk about it. I'll listen."

She needed someone to talk to. She needed someone so bad. So she told him everything. She wasn't even sure if he even listened to the whole thing (Kina was and she's bawling too).

Few weeks past and she was finally released from the Hospital. Kina told Ayano to call her whenever she needed and Ayano said she will.

Outside a car was waiting with a man. It was her uncle. They talked about how fucking terrible her parents were, which puts Ayano at ease. Her Uncle told her that she won't be going to that shitty rich school anymore and will be attending the same one as her cousin, Yui (I merged Yui Rio and Info-chan). Which is also the same school Taro is attending. But she doesn't know that yet.

And that basically leads to the main story- ish. If i can even think of main events. Anyway, hope you guys like it- i know i kinda do. This was inspired my @callimara and her revamped version of yansim.

[jewlikeruth]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 13/? Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Purely Accidental Time Travel, Divergent Timelines, Aziraphale and Crowley Through The Ages (Good Omens), Non-Linear Narrative, Aziraphale is Not Oblivious (Good Omens), not always anyway, Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Angst, No beta we fall like Crowley Summary:

For Aziraphale, there were always two Crowleys: the First Crowley, the one he met in the Garden, the one he's spent 6000 years meeting across human history. And there is the Second Crowley, the one who comes to him across time, again and again, propelled, it would seem, by some unknown tragedy. Both, his hereditary enemy. His dearest friend.

For Crowley, there is a Before, and there is an After. Before, he spent 6000 years as Hell's agent on Earth, seeing Aziraphale occasionally, working together where they could get away with it. After... After, he's drawn back over and over, like he's attached by a tether that just won't let him go.

Not that he wants it to let him go. The alternative...

[hyena-nana]

Okay, so this will probably get like nothing, but I had a dream and I think it would be a great story.

The dream was about a baby boy whose mother was trapped in a tower made of thorns. She had the child, and decided she didn't want him, so she dropped him out the window. Instead of dieing, the baby rolled safely down each vine of thorns until he reached the arms of another woman who also lived within the vines. She was happy to have the child and raised him as her own. The only problem was that she was poor, and could barely afford to feed herself, let alone the child too. So she steals food, from carnivals, circuses, events, ect., So she can feed the child and herself. The most that happens to her is she gets told that a poor wench like her shouldn't be at these events, but she's never arrested or removed or anything like that.

One day a tall, dark man bursts through the door to their thorn home and the mother forces the child, who is now closer to eight or nine, to hide under the bed. Apparently the man is the man of great power that had granted the mother something in exchange for her first born children. I think it was less of 'give me your baby once you have one' and more of 'have my baby, I want you so bad' and honestly I'm not complaining because the dude was kinda hot. Then I was forced into first person view to watch this man, barge into the home, the child be stuffed under the bed, and then having to watch as the man finds the boy. The man looks at the boy, then the woman, and says 'you remember our agreement? Have that child soon and you'll get to keep him' [not talking about the first born, talking about the already nine year old child] and then he leaves.

Then I wake up, wanting this to be a story because goddamn it, that would make some great shit. A seemingly evil wizard, or warlock, or whatever in the fuck that is totally being misunderstood on the protag's mother's situation, and it being revealed towards the end 'like no, I didn't actually want your child, I wanted you but I'm socially awkward and have no way with women and thought that was how you do it'. Also, this guy just really likes this kid and is so happy that he got saved by his now mother. I also wanna see some real mother action, like they come across her towards the middle of the book on accident, and she just starts listing all these reasons she never wanted the child. Okay, probably not that part, but still. It would make a great book.

[thetomorrowshow]

Mutually Beneficial Ch. ii

First  -  Next

A/N: Chapter two y’all! Really excited for where this is going!

Recommended listening: George Harrison - Not Guilty  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdLRwh3u68s

tw: Deceit Sanders

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“Did either of you notice that Virgil wasn't himself?” Logan asked cautiously later that evening. The three sides were relaxing in the living area of their home. For some reason, Roman had insisted on lighting a fire in the fireplace, despite the fact that it was August.

“It doesn't matter,” he had claimed. “We can just turn up the air conditioning!”

Now, however, he was sitting in the regal armchair (his throne) by the fireplace, honing the blade of his sword with a whetstone. Patton was cuddled up on the rug in front of the roaring fire, playing solitaire. Hearing Logan's question, he frowned. “I did,” he said.

Logan was taken aback. He'd assumed he'd been the only one to pick up on it. “You did?”

“Yeah,” Patton nodded eagerly. “Virge and I have a super-secret-buddies look. We always do it—but he didn't today.”

Logan blinked. “What? Never mind,” he amended. “I don't want to know.”

“Was the villain in disguise again?” Roman asked, looking up.

“I'm almost certain. Along with—what Patton said—” Logan gestured at the father figure— “he had five additional stitches on one of those pointless patches on the left arm of his jacket. Unless I am mistaken—which I rarely am—Virgil has not recently created a replica of any piece of his own clothing.  Nor anyone else's, for that matter,” he added as an afterthought.

“I—we could summon Deceit,” Roman said uncertainly, looking back and forth between the two of them. When neither rejected the idea, he tossed aside his whetstone and sprang up dramatically, sword waving wildly. “Deceit! Show yourself!”

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“Wow, Roman. I love showing up where I'm not wanted.”

“What have you done with our emo?”

Deceit smirked. “I don't know the meaning of the word.”

“Where's Virgil?” Patton asked quietly. One glance at his face told Logan that he innocently hoped for a truthful answer.

“Why, didn't Thomas just summon you all today? Wasn't he there?” Deceit's eyes narrowed. “He's been missing for all of thirty seconds and you accuse me?”

Roman looked away guiltily, his sword dropping to his side. Logan rubbed his eyes, pushing his glasses onto his forehead in the action. “Deceit. We all know that Virgil was not present. We noticed your impersonation.”

Deceit gasped, a gloved hand jumping to his mouth in faux surprise. “What? Me? You must be mistaken.”

“What did you do with him?” asked Patton, his voice quavering.

“Me? Do with him? Why would anyone want to do anything with him?”

“Where is he, you fickle-faced snake?” Roman demanded, his sword up once more.

“Wherever he is,” Deceit said carefully, “I don't believe he wants to be found. I suggest you leave. It. Alone.” With those punctuated words, he disappeared.

“Well, that was thoroughly unhelpful,” Roman said a moment later. He dropped his sword and collapsed back onto his 'throne', radiating disappointment.

“No, no actually. It was helpful,” Logan said, the gears in his head turning. “He knows where Virgil is—or why he's missing. He doesn't want us to know, though. Why?”

“What does he gain?” Roman said slowly.

Logan began pacing the length of the living room. “Theoretically, he could have many things to gain. Perhaps it's a matter of the heart. Maybe he is utilizing Virgil for information about us. Or,” he frowned, “maybe Virgil went to him.” Seeing Patton's look of concern, he hastily amended, “But I don't see why he would. Virgil has a considerable amount of animosity for Deceit. I sincerely doubt he would voluntarily accompany him anywhere.”

“That settles it, then,” Patton said, sinking out. He reappeared several seconds later, his cat onesie bundled in his arms. “Let's go find Virgil.”

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Taglist (let me know if you want to be added/removed): @i-can-get-extra-with-my-ships @stop-it-anxiety

[next-time-on-the-reverse]

You went where? - Earth Two Harrison Wells

A/n: It’s been a long time since I saw the episode this fic was based upon, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless. 

“Good bachelor party?” She announced; her voice seemingly ten times louder to the male members of the team – well all but Harry who stood with a smirk on his features and a coffee in his hand. She walked with a spring in her step as she headed closer to the, normally, grumpy scientist. A soft kiss placed delicately on his cheek as she placed an arm around his and looked at the zombified group.

“Yeah, great” Cisco groaned, “Just like the sound of your voice this early in the morning” He added, his words dripping with sarcasm and pain. He hadn’t meant to snap, and she knew it even if in that second Harry wanted to throw the closest object at Vibe.

“Nice to hear, perhaps” She whispered. “You’d like a coffee or three” She added yelling the last half of her sentence. A chorus of groans echoed through the cortex as the men covered their ears with their hands. Harry’s smirk had been replaced with a smile as he glanced down at his wife. “Any mischief that I don’t need to hear about or just a quiet dozen drinks at Joe’s”

It only seemed like yesterday that the two of them had decided to get hitched – as Jesse had been so keen on saying. He hadn’t even told the team, not completely. He’d mentioned it briefly last night to Barry, it had been between the fourth wave of drinks and Barry had been sinking on the border of tipsy and drunk. Harry knew the man had no memory, and if he had he was certain that if Barry had been sober, he would have been mad. Harry hadn’t invited any of the team, he’d preferred it being small. Almost non-existent. Just him, Jesse and his wife.

“Oh, you know, just Harry in a strip club, ogling a few dancers and ultimately bailing us out of jail.” Cisco remarked as he yawned. Harry’s smile instantly disappeared as he buried himself into his coffee mug. He’d happily missed that part out of his explanation when he returned home to a half-asleep spouse.

“You went where?” She quizzed, her attention turning to Harry. “No scratch that you did what?”

“Yeah, he totally gave one of the dancers his number” Ralph chimed in, “Just before he squirted his hands with hand sanitiser”

“Not helping” Harry growled as he watched his wife’s anger appear across her features at the additional comment. “I didn’t give anyone my number. I gave her some of Cisco’s money to leave me alone” Harry rushed to add.

“We made vows to tell the truth to each other. I asked you last night when you got into bed, what you did, and you said just some quiet drinks at Joe’s nothing crazy. Harry you’re a married man and you went into a strip club, but the worse thing is you lied about it to me”

“Why are you getting so mad? Nothing happened” Harry retorted. Her hand slipped out from around his arm and folded across her chest. He recognised that position well. It was the type of move she made when he was overworking, or Jesse had said something but he was too busy in his mind to notice.

“Wait, Harry you got married” Barry and Cisco simultaneously remarked. Her eyes widened as she dropped her arms.

“You didn’t tell them, you said you would last night before we disappeared. I told Caitlin, Iris and Cecille” She said, her hands swiping through the air in erratic motions. If Harry hadn’t known she was made with him, he would have found the sight funny.

“I did. Joe knows, I told Barry” Harry returned.

“I don’t remember….much of last” Barry trailed off as he backed out of the conversation.

“Not helping” The two arguing spouses spoke together.

[bluemonkwrites]

don’t ask for a hug when you clearly need a kick in the balls

over haptic i digital love unlike unfriended un un uh uh un distance always always distance tap tap tap square shoulder maintain eye contact then do it swiftly and run until safety comes

[sailorsally]

Can we cast Sebastian Stan in movies where he isn't playing an asshole who has sex every 5 minutes please and thank you