• "And in that moment, I swear, we are infinite." Perks of Being a Wallflower-Stephen Chobosky. Look, I know how cliche this quote is. I know how cliche the phrase is, but if you look at the story as a whole, and the concept as a whole, it's the concept of finally feeling accepted, of feeling belonged. The emotion and impact of this feeling brings me back to being squashed in car with Imagine Dragons on the radio and being present.
• "You ever think about that? How lucky we are to be here? That strange realization. I'm here. I'm alive." @ian-galagher Africa. Another of those moments like before, the concept of fitting in, of beloging. Of knowing that you're here and you're accepting these moments. Of being with the people you love most in this world and that feeling of knowing you're apart of something.
• "Yeah we all die someday, but we get to live first. And thats big, that's beautiful." Luke, Anthem of a Teenage Prophet. Byeee, having Cam say that line echos in my head similar as the first post in this post.
• "The Moon knows. The Moon knows we're in love." Young and Beautiful. Can't remember the author off the top of my head, but it's a very famous Larry fic.
• "You're still beautiful, even when you aren't smiling." Fading, Tothemoonmydear.
• Copy of a Copy of a Copy, Louis Tomlinson Copy of a Copy

"Watch," he almost sings. His fingers hold the strings elegantly as his other hand lifts the bow. The sound the violin makes, seems out of this world, almost. [...] The music wraps its arms around him and pulls him apart. His skin is tingling, goosebumps appearing all over it. His ears feel warm and his chest is heavy. It’s alluring. It feels alien, Ian has never felt anything like this before. He’s heard music of all kinds, but this is something else. Something that consumes him completely. [...] Ian doesn’t know how much time has passed, but when the man stops playing, he feels frozen in place. He’s not uncomfortable, he’s just rooted there. "Well," the man begins, his voice even sweeter than before. Ian shudders. "Are you ready?" His eyes still on Ian’s. Ian feels lost. The music… he needs the music back. He clears his throat. "Ready for what?" "The deal, Ian." - @transmurderbug

it's magic time! sky ( @transmurderbug ) prompted me two words and i just wrote whatever came to mind, with no rules or limitations - the point is to just write. our braincells are apperently connected, and we both wrote magic au's without talking about it. thank you kat ( @mybrainismelted ) for betaing! 🖤

“Do you have an appointment?” Mickey barks at the youngling at his gate once they stand facing each other. “Don’t answer that. You don’t, because I don’t take appointments at this hour.” The redhead simply blinks at him, eyes so green and so big. He doesn’t look offended by Mickey’s tone, doesn’t even flinch where other villagers would take a step back, maybe even hasten back up the hill with a mumbled ‘sorry’. “No, I don’t,” the redhead confirms easily, his voice scratchy and hoarse. He clears his throat, and licks his pink lips, fruitlessly looking for moisture. “But I need your help.”

Opening the locket and burning the leaf felt like free falling. Memories of Varangian trapeze artists filled Mickey’s mind, dancing through the air, no safety net to catch them if they fell. He could still feel Mandy's tiny nails clawing into his hand. His mother had stared up towards the ceiling in awe - stars in her eyes and laughter on her tongue. Laura had always loved the circus. Suddenly, the hair on the back of his neck stood up, a cold breeze making him shiver, sending an uncomfortable tremor through his bones. "There you are, you dirty little rat."

word count: 4,283. chapters: 3/3. summary: Mikhailo groaned and writhed - his entire built changed, bones breaking and healing back together, joints creaking and cracking into place. tags: alternate universe, alternate universe - magic, magic, alternate universe - fantasy, fantasy, alternative universe - kingdom, alternative universe - fairy tale, fairy tale elements, fairy tale retellings, fairy tale curses, fairy tale logic, fairy tale endings, folklore, minor character death, canon-typical violence, implied/referenced abuse, abuse, physical abuse, implied/referenced child abuse, child abuse, past child abuse, temporary character death.

Mickey gripped the locket in his hand tightly. Night had fallen over their refuge, a fire crackling between them. He still remembered Miranda plucking the leaf within it off the alder tree. "It will keep you hidden from your father's view." His aunts had never been the hearty cuddling type. They had been strict and distant - but never cruel. And they had aided him when he needed it most. For that alone, he loved them. Niomee especially. She had always understood his anger. Ian's warm palm encased his, sending shockwaves up his arm. "You ready to do this, Milkovich?"