A Declaration of Fandom Dependence

(ʘ‿ʘ✿) “what you say ‘bout me”

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Love that Leo and Mikey sleep with a teddy bear is canon in different versions. Because of this, I like to think that in 2k12 Leo gave the teddy bear to Mikey.

Edit: Raph sleeps with a teddy bear too.

Secret Beyond the Door | Fritz Lang | 1948

This is the most meaningful thing I have ever seen.

I’m having way too much fun with FMA au

bonus:

shiro/allura aesthetic

When she was a child she was promised the stars and the moon and the sky for herself. Her mother would tell her to look up at night and name each star, for one day they and their magic would be hers.

But what she never understood as a child was that, to inherit the sky she had to lose the ground. For years and years, she watched from the inside as her mother built a tower around her, thinking it was to form stepping stones so she could touch the magic of the sky. But when the last stone was put in place, the light from outside was stolen from her and she suddenly understood the truth.

She was a star in herself, and she had be captured and locked away so no one could inherit her.

Once a month her mother would visit her, unlocking the solid wooden door and giving her supplies. Food and water, paints and books. Flowers that would wilt within hours of her leaving. Her mother would smile at her and study her as if committing her to memory then mutter things about age and beauty.

And then she would smile and disappear again, leaving the girl to silence and loneliness and dreams of the outside world.

When she was a child, she was promised the stars. And when she turned 18- another day alone- she decided she would no longer wait for the stars to be given to her. She would go and catch them herself.

She knew the last stone that had been placed into her tower; she had marked it with a red x the first day she had been given her paints, wanting to mark the place that had stolen the sky from her. And it was with that stone she started, pushing it and clawing at it with every tool at her disposal.

The next time her mother came round- not mentioning her birthday- the stone was still there, and the girl could barely stand still. Would her mother see it? Would she say something? But her mother barely looked at her or the walls before leaving once more.

A week later, that stone fell, and the girl gazed up to the moon for the first time in a decade.

And after that the stone fell like snowflakes, one by one until they were ruined on the ground and she had a window in her tower. She peered out of it, to see endless sky and endless land and, at the bottom of her tower, thornbushes that could blind her if she fell. For days, she sat up there, her legs dangling off the edge and the wind through her long hair, pondering how she would get down, until the sound of something she didn’t know, but the sight she had read about a million times in books.

The horse ground to a halt, the man on top looking up and up and up, until his eyes met hers.

Trapped? He asked her, a smile on his face- the type of smile she knew from reading that spelt nothing but trouble.

No. She replied, a smile on her own face rising against her will. Admiring the view.

Want some help?

What would it cost? 

He laughed, a soft sound that she wanted to hate. Who said it would cost anything.

Sir. I have read enough in my life to know everything has a price.

Then the price of this will be your name.

She smiled down to him, inclining her head in agreement. And then he pulled out the sword at his side and cut his way through the thorns.

How are you going to get down? He asked when he was finished.

But her smile only widened as she looped her hair over the candleholder attached to the ceiling and swung to the ground. Height had never mattered before, not when she was alone, but facing this man, she couldn’t work out if he was a giant or if she was short.

Maybe a bit of both.

Cut my hair? 

A bemused expression on his face, he did, and the girl shook her head, feeling weightless. Free.

She laughed. Punzel. My name, that is. And with that, she ran.

You don’t even have shoes. The cry followed her, but she didn’t even care. The grass, the ground felt like heaven beneath her feet. Perfection.

For three days, she ran and danced beneath her sky, not going anywhere particular, but seeing a world she had forgotten.

And then, somehow, the man found her again. This time his smile was softer. Less trouble, more care, and she decided she didn’t like it as much.

Punzel He said in greeting, drawing out the letters as if asking a question. The forests are no place for a girl alone. Not in day, or at night.

Why? The sun and the stars and the moon to not scare me. They are mine.

It’s not the sky that is bad, but the world. There was a look in his eyes that she didn’t like. As if his own stars had been extinguished. 

Why?

So he told her. While she had been trapped in her tower, dreaming of a world and the sky, the world around her had moved and changed and been shaped by war and magic and evil. They had won- but at a price, and in every shadow there was a chance for evil to return.

I’m not scared She said, though she wondered if that was because she did not understand evil. Had not seen what the world could be like.

No. He said with a smile I feel as if you would not be scared of anything. Would you stand between me and my dragons, Punzel?

She laughed. Maybe. One day. Not in front, but next too. Once she knew who he was- more than his face and his laugh and his smile. And his heart though she felt like she already knew it. But… I want to be free. First.

Then take this He pressed the ring that had been on his finger into her hand. There was a crown on it- she didn’t want to think of what that meant. So you know to come back for me. And take this He smiled and kissed her cheek So you don’t forget me.

A laugh from her, and she felt his eyes on her as she danced off.

A year, she spent, travelling the land, never staying long enough to know people, but just long enough to hear the rumours. Her mother was searching for her, she learnt, but she evaded capture; she would not be locked up again. And the young man that her helped her- not a young man but a prince, a prince they said had given his heart to a mysterious girl that no one knew.

A year, she spent, leaning the flowers and trees and birds, and the real names for the stars in the sky. A year, she spent learning who she was, and wondering if she should go back to the prince that had asked her too.

Yes, she decided, she would. If only to say thank you.

So she rode to the castle late one evening, and showed the guards on the door the ring that she held. They made no comment, no change in their expressions, but they let her inside.

And he was waiting. There was a half smile on his face, a nervous one, a shy one, and maybe it was her favourite of his three. Because he was as human as her and he was scared that she had found something more than him in that long year.

She didn’t say anything as she approached. Only tilted her head up so she could look at his face.

And he let out a breath. I cannot give you the sky He said But I get give you a kingdom to be free in.

She smiled. I will stand by your side to fight dragons. And we can share a kingdom. So lets share the sky as well.

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