#someone write this
Zachary Levi photographed by Leigh Keily for Sharp Magazine(2019)
WHY, I REPEAT, WHY THERE IS NO FANFICTION FOR THIS MAN? Who I have to kill for this?
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Alright! Touch Starved Jaune!
Let’s say that Jaune was absolutely in the middle of his family. He has 3 older sisters, and 4 younger sisters.
His family loves him and everything, it’s just they didn’t have much time for him. He was also taught at a young age that boys don’t get hugs after they turn 5 or 6. Same for birthdays.
His parents and older sisters were always so focused on the younger siblings, that Jaune just fell to the wayside. He understands, and doesn’t see anything wrong with this.
His friends obviously do.
When his team is talking about physical encouragement/happiness, Jaune has no idea what they mean. When Nora finds out about this she grabs their friends and demand they help her give Jaune a hug.
Jaune freaked out about this, just tries to dip. But everywhere he turns ther is one of his friends. He does not get of the hug. His friends immediate start to give him and good physical touch they can, whether that’s a hug, or just a pat on the shoulder.
Yang: Jaune when’s your birthday?
Jaune: September 2nd, why?
Nora: For your party, dummy!
Jaune: I don’t get parties??? I stopped having birthday parties when I was 6.
teams npr and rwby: chaos and pandemonium.
Jaune then had a great birthday party. Even if the had to tie him to the chair to get him to stay.
I like this oneshot idea! I would love to see it a s a story!
I feel like The Base needs a pet
Gaia Gang adopts an animal
gendrya hunger games au
The male tribute was selected first. A big, 18 year old boy named Gendry, he took his place on the stage stoically. Arya knew him vaguely. It was said he was Robert Baratheon’s secret son, and while no one had ever said anything to her, Arya knew her father sent him money every month. Despite the cold weather, Gendry’s arms were bare, showing off his rippling muscles. If the boy was afraid, there was no sign of it on his face, if anything he seemed almost bored. Arya already knew he would be a favorite with the oddsmakers.
Next, the female tribute. Be brave, Arya scolded herself sternly, but she couldn’t help but hold her breath as the Capitol escort’s hand swirled around in the reaping bowl. In slow motion, Arya watched the escort select a slip of paper.
“Sansa Stark!”
Arya’s heart completely stopped beating. It’s not possible, she thought wildly. Robb had been reaped just three years ago, how could one family be so unlucky? This wasn’t supposed to happen, her father was the Mayor, the Capitol was supposed to protect their family…
In the crowd, Arya spotted Sansa. She was frozen in place, her face as white as the summer snow that was drifting down lazily. Jeyne was clinging to her, her loud sobs the only sound in the stillness that had fallen.
On the stage, her mother had fallen to her knees. Her father was staring blankly into the distance, his expression unfocused. What was he seeing as he stared at the crowd? Robb’s reaping? Or her Aunt Lyanna’s, twenty years ago? She had been sixteen, one year younger than Sansa, and eight months pregnant. The Capitol had brought back a baby boy, but Lyanna had died.
She thought of Sansa, singing to herself as she braided her hair. She thought of her mother, and how she hadn’t left her room for three months after Robb died.
Arya began pushing her way through the crowd. “I volunteer as tribute!”
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someone should write a fic based on SGT music video where Zayn is Gatsby who throws all those parties hoping Liam (Daisy) will come
The Most Beautiful Crossover to come out of Sailor Moon Discord: If Sailor Moon and the Avengers existed in the same universe.
