that's the ship name right

doki doki: dumb stupid mix for detention boyfriends because they’re dumb and cute and i love them

omfg i will make a serious mix for them one day i promise

listen // cover credit

1. Bruises - Chairlift

i grabbed some frozen strawberries, so i could ice your bruising knees

2. First Dance - NeverShoutNever!

but you could make everything alright, and i want you to; cause ever since the first dance i’ll i’ve thought about is lovin on you

3. Animal - Neon Trees

here we go again–i kinda wanna be more than friends, so take it easy on me, i’m afraid you’re never satisfied

4. So Contagious - Acceptance

could this be out of line? to say you’re the only one breaking me down like this

5. Baby, It’s Fact - Hellogoodbye

my love is true, it’s a matter of fact; oh, and you love me too, it’s as simple as that

6. Check Yes Juliet - We The Kings

don’t sell your heart, don’t say we’re not meant to be; run baby run, forever we will be, you and me

7. Troublemaker - Olly Murs

trouble-troublemaker, yeah that’s your middle name

8. All To Myself - Marianas Trench

did you say “please just follow me”? i thought you wanted me, cause i want you all to myself

9. Kiss You - One Direction

oh i just wanna take you anywhere that you like, we could go out any day, any night

10. Accidentally In Love - Counting Crows

how much longer will it take to cure this; just to cure it, cause i can’t ignore it if it’s love

anonymous asked:


  • shops for groceries - Totsuka.  He likes to buy them.
  • kills the spiders - Totsuka saves the bastards from being burnt and drops them outside.
  • comes home drunk at 3am - Totsuka and it’s both the worst and best shit possible.
  • makes breakfast - Mikoto but Totsuka’s pretty decent at cooking too and he actually gets up early.
  • remembers to feed the fish - Totsuka those fish would die without him.
  • decorates the apartment - Totsuka and it’s in the tackiest shit you can imagine.  I’m talking poker dogs painting tacky.
  • initiates duets - Totsuka but it always fails because Mikoto’s just “No”
    falls asleep first - Mikoto 

anonymous asked:

for the ship thingy: jason x percy

Send me a ship; Ultimate Edition
Who was the one to propose: BOTH. They proposed at the same time.
Who stressed more over wedding planning: Jason
Who decorated the house: Grover.
Who does the cooking: Jason tries but they eat a lot of take out or instant food.
Who is more organized: Jason.
Who initiates bedroom fun: Percy.
Who suggested kids first: Thalia.
Who’s more dominant: I feel like they’d fight for it a lot.
Who’s the cuddler: Percy.

Who’s the big spoon/little spoon:. Jason/ Percy
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: dESTROYING EACH OTHER IN VIDEO GAMES

Who cooks: already answered yo

Who comes home drunk at 3am: Percy
Who kills the spiders: they both do.
Who falls asleep first: well, probably Jason.
A head canon: they cosplay together.
Their relationship summed up in a gif: 

Do they have any “rituals”?: they make bets and try to outbro each other.
Who is louder?: Jason
Who is more experimental?: Percy
Who takes more risks?: Percy
Do they fuck or make love?: both
Lights on or off?:  off
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating?: Jason because he rarely does it and when he does he isn’t that careful, tbh.
Who is more likely to suggest a threesome? Percy.
Who comes first? Percy.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Jason for both.
Who is more submissive? depends.
Who usually initiates things? Percy.
Who is more sensitive? Jason.
Who has the most patience? Jason.
Which kinks do they share?: biting, hair pulling, etc.

my lovely friend who got me into destiel has just finished merlin and is looking for some happy fluffy fanfiction to help the hurt of the series finale. if anyone could recommend some good merthur fanfics, that would be wonderful :) some argwen would be nice too.

obligatory question mark ?

Not According To Plan

AO3 LINK ==>

[climbs out of the sea like some sort of fanfiction kraken] alright heres like, 8k of pure percilot. i hope somebody has fun with this.

Summary: James talks a lot. Really. A lot. Knowing this, Percival learns how to deal with the ever so constant stream of comments during missions, out of missions, and sometimes, during actual live fire.

“Truth or dare?” James says when they’re crouched behind a table for cover. A security team thunders down the hallways, bullets going through the walls.



Or the one where James and Percival play Truth or Dare for a very long time. Also, worryingly timed explosions, stealth dating, lions, oblivious fools, and eventually, love.

sillyichigo asked:

*kicks door wide open* NORMALLY I FEEL BAD BUT IF YOU PLZ WRITE SOMETHING OF WILFRED I WILL LOVE YOU EVEN MORE. *whisper yells* I'm also here to help with your boredom and cause I seriously love your writing and anything you write in general so you can hit me with any genre of your liking but Wills plz. *cries and offers love* I'll give you all the dorky love I can offer too

YAY NESSA THANK YOU SO MUCH. A wilfred drabble coming right up! ^^

Random generated title: ‘Weeping Truth’
Random prompt: “It’s completely terrible, but hell, it’s better than going home"

The blonde male sat on the sidewalk, his only shield from the rain being the thin black cloak thrown over his shoulders. Perhaps he was a little too rash running away from home like he did, his cold wet state certainly had him second guessing his actions. However the young prince felt that at 16 years old he deserved a bit more freedom, a chance to be himself outside of his princely duties. It was difficult, struggling to be prim and proper all the time, with his young butler friend constantly breathing down his neck. Claude was only doing his job, Wilfred knew that, but sometimes he just needed a break. He pulled the thin cloth around his shoulders tighter against him, hugging his knees to his chest in order to keep warm. 

“You must be freezing,” A sweet voice spoke from above, and just as it had floated through his ears like a warm summer breeze, the rain pouring down on him seized it’s assault on his body. Bringing his head up, he was met with a pair of friendly brown eyes that reflected the smile on her face within their depths. She was holding a pink umbrella, decorated with strawberries over his head, and his heart seemed to skip a beat.

“I am,” He spoke bluntly, “It’s completely terrible, but hell, it’s better then going home.”

“Really?” Deciding to take the opportunity, the girl sat down next to him, sitting close enough to share the shield of her umbrella from the rain. “I guess I can get that, there are times when I don’t want to go home either. I think everyone has those days, and sometimes you just need a break from it all.”

They sat in silence for a moment, Wilfred unsure of how to respond. The tapping of the rain hitting above them the only sound, along with the roaring for a car or two that would pass by. He had wanted to say that his life is a bit different the most, and though he’s more privileged in many ways, he is also left with a lot more responsibility then others at his age. However, this girl did not seem to recognize him, and he did not want to deal with the possibility of a gushing fan girl if she realized. So instead he simply nodded, his blue gaze glancing her way before retreating once again. 

“Have you ever danced in the rain?” She spoke suddenly, giggling a bit as she rose from the cement. “You seem like you need a little fun, and there is nothing more freeing then doing something a little reckless.” 

She set down the umbrella without bothering to close it and took a hold of the prince’s hands. Without much fighting he allowed himself to be pulled up, but he had to admit he really wasn’t all too sure about this. If Claude were here, oh he would probably have a heart attack. This thought, made him smile and he shook his head.

“I can’t say I have danced in the rain before,” He bowed before the girl who shared his age and took her hand, “May I have this dance?” His many ballroom classes had taught him proper etiquette on asking a lady to accompany him on the floor.

The girl was however taken by surprise, and she blushed at his chivalrous actions. “O-Of course!” She took the hand, and immediately was pulled against his chest. Their warmth of their bodies together heating them up against the cold rain, and her embarrassment keeping her cheeks hot.

“Don’t be nervous, this was your idea,” Wilfred said as he began to move, unable to resist teasing her just a bit. The sound the droplets hitting against the cement mixed with the hard and suddenly erratic thump in his chest giving him his beat. He chuckled, and oh my god his smile. The girl was fairly sure her own heart had just stopped, this man was beautiful. What had she managed to get herself into?