#maewrites

Ok, so I had this idea in the shower.

Alicia and Maddie are sisters, right? Wrong.

People on roofs, on top of buildings, in an aeroplane, some part of them always felt the feeling of being better than the people on the ground. Hence, everyone wanted to experience that, except her.

She had always felt like an outcast, her thoughts were peculiar. Everyone wanted to travel in airplanes, she was fine walking to the ends of the Earth.

She had questioned herself several times. Did she really not want to travel in an airplane? Why did she not want to if she had never tried it? These thoughts took up most of her free time, often distracting her from walking in a straight line.

One day, the airplane she knew since she was a mere child, had passed over her house, ridiculously close. She knew it was the same airplane because there was no other like it. She had memorised the colour of its wings, the slight dent in the front, and the way one of the windows was slightly skewed. She didn’t have super vision or anything, she had just seen it closer than anyone had.

The airplane kept flying closer and closer to her house with every passing day. She felt something, she didn’t know what to call it, but suddenly she wanted to know what it felt like to fly, what it felt like to be on a higher ground and look at people passing by beneath her. Would she think of it as a privilege? A way to think of herself as better than the others? It was scary, to think of it.

A few days later, the plane stopped right in front of her house, as if it had heard the wish she had wished for silently. She got on the plane. The plane went in the air. It felt… nice. She didn’t know, she was unsure of how she felt. The thought of people passing by on the roads didn’t even cross her mind, she did not feel superior. As if sensing her discomfort, the plane flew a little lower than it should have.

She wanted to try again, and again, and again, until one day, the plane was almost touching the ground because it had flown lower and lower until she could adjust and figure out what she was feeling about flying. She noticed the plane’s distress too, she hated herself for being the reason the plane had to sacrifice so much. 3 months had passed, she still felt conflicted, as the plane grew tired, or at least that’s what she understood. What the plane was feeling was for it to tell, but it didn’t.

So huh hi, i'm indeed not dead, i'm currently working on the prequel of Save Your Tears ! i'm taking a long time so idk when i'll release it BUT I've been thinking of writing some domestic/fluff ben barnes x reader and pedro pascal x reader

it will probably extra short depending on my inspo but anyways, send your asks and i'll see what i can do !!

i write for :

Ben Barnes

Caspian

Aleksander Kirigan

Pedro Pascal

Pero Tovar

Every morning I pray to find peace in your arms

you could give an aspirin the headache of its life | velma/daphne chapter 1

“You can’t overwork yourself like that. We have exams in a few weeks. You’ll die.” “I’ll be fine, Daph. I’ve never had a problem with exams, you know that.” “But–” Daphne splutters. “You will if you spend all your time in a not-Starbucks!”

Ok, so you know how there are sooo many adaptations of what’s happened in history? First thing that comes to mind is “Horrible Histories” that aired on CBBC (side note:: if you loved HH, you are literally my best friend, it was my favourite show), and how they take things that happened all the way back, and add a little whimsy to it.

A little laughter. A little silliness. You get the point.

I!! I headcannon that in the DC universe all of DP happened thousands of years ago. And then there is a show. It’s called “Danny Phantom” and it takes what happened thousands of years ago, with a freak lightning accident that “created” the first hero. (Scientists wonder if this was how MetaHumans came about. They’re— not wrong, exactly)

Except. This is the DC Universe. Where people do stupid stuff on a daily, and mad scientists can be found at a school lab.

So, one of the people high up (a producer? A director? Someone who’s VERY tired and is just looking for some authenticity in this project because it’s literally what they did their dissertation on—) decides to do something that seems reasonable at the time.

They summon the very person (being?) that they are basing this on.

And—

It works.

Whoops?