“They’re made out of meat.”
“Meat. They’re made out of meat.”

“There’s no doubt about it. We picked up several from different parts of the planet, took them aboard our recon vessels, and probed them all the way through. They’re completely meat.” That’s impossible. What about the radio signals? The messages to the stars?“They use the radio waves to talk, but the signals don’t come from them. The signals come from machines.” “So who made the machines? That’s who we want to contact.” “They made the machines. That’s what I’m trying to tell you. Meat made the machines.” “That’s ridiculous. How can meat make a machine? You’re asking me to believe in sentient meat.” “I’m not asking you, I’m telling you. These creatures are the only sentient race in that sector and they’re made out of meat.” “Maybe they’re like the orfolei. You know, a carbon-based intelligence that goes through a meat stage.” “Nope. They’re born meat and they die meat. We studied them for several of their life spans, which didn’t take long. Do you have any idea what’s the life span of meat?” “Spare me. Okay, maybe they’re only part meat. You know, like the weddilei. A meat head with an electron plasma brain inside.” “Nope. We thought of that, since they do have meat heads, like the weddilei. But I told you, we probed them. They’re meat all the way through.” “No brain?” “Oh, there’s a brain all right. It’s just that the brain is made out of meat! That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” “So … what does the thinking?” “You’re not understanding, are you? You’re refusing to deal with what I’m telling you. The brain does the thinking. The meat.” “Thinking meat! You’re asking me to believe in thinking meat!” “Yes, thinking meat! Conscious meat! Loving meat. Dreaming meat. The meat is the whole deal!  Are you beginning to get the picture or do I have to start all over?” “Omigod. You’re serious then. They’re made out of meat.” “Thank you. Finally. Yes. They are indeed made out of meat. And they’ve been trying to get in touch with us for almost a hundred of their years.” “Omigod. So what does this meat have in mind?” “First it wants to talk to us. Then I imagine it wants to explore the Universe, contact other sentiences, swap ideas and information. The usual.” “We’re supposed to talk to meat?.” “That’s the idea. That’s the message they’re sending out by radio. ‘Hello. Anyone out there. Anybody home.’ That sort of thing.” “They actually do talk, then. They use words, ideas, concepts?” “Oh, yes. Except they do it with meat.” “I thought you just told me they used radio.” “They do, but what do you think is on the radio? Meat sounds. You know how when you slap or flap meat, it makes a noise? They talk by flapping their meat at each other. They can even sing by squirting air through their meat.”  “Omigod. Singing meat. This is altogether too much. So what do you advise?” “Officially or unofficially?” “Both.” “Officially, we are required to contact, welcome and log in any and all sentient races or multibeings in this quadrant of the Universe, without prejudice, fear or favor. Unofficially, I advise that we erase the records and forget the whole thing.” “I was hoping you would say that.” “It seems harsh, but there is a limit. Do we really want to make contact with meat?” “I agree one hundred percent. What’s there to say? ‘Hello, meat. How’s it going?’ But will this work? How many planets are we dealing with here?” “Just one. They can travel to other planets in special meat containers, but they can’t live on them. And being meat, they can only travel through C space. Which limits them to the speed of light and makes the possibility of their ever making contact pretty slim. Infinitesimal, in fact.” “So we just pretend there’s no one home in the Universe.” “That’s it.” “Cruel. But you said it yourself, who wants to meet meat? And the ones who have been aboard our vessels, the ones you probed? You’re sure they won’t remember?” “They’ll be considered crackpots if they do. We went into their heads and smoothed out their meat so that we’re just a dream to them.” “A dream to meat! How strangely appropriate, that we should be meat’s dream.” “And we marked the entire sector unoccupied.” “Good. Agreed, officially and unofficially. Case closed. Any others? Anyone interesting on that side of the galaxy?” “Yes, a rather shy but sweet hydrogen core cluster intelligence in a class nine star in G445 zone. Was in contact two galactic rotations ago, wants to be friendly again.”

“And why not? Imagine how unbearably, how unutterably cold the Universe would be if one were all alone …”

bts reaction to: their gf overstimulating them

request: can you do a bts reaction where their girlfriend overstimulates them?

author’s response: thank you so much for requesting and i hope you have a great day!

Originally posted by noodleoodleoo

jin: you’d never done it before, so he didn’t expect it all. he had just begun to pacify his heavy breaths when he felt himself being jerked back to life again and he turned into a huffing, sputtering mess right before you. he would make sure to give you equal treatment the next time he was inside of you.

Originally posted by yoonseok

suga:  “oh – shit.” his whole face burned red as curt curses and moans jarbled into one. and even though he wanted you so desperately to stop, his hips were betraying him, bucking firmly and chasing his need. after he’d finally caught release and calmed down a little, he wouldn’t get payback immediately, but when he finally did it would be the greatest thing ever. to him, of course: being eaten out in the middle of a quiet library where anyone could possibly look under the table and see him drive you over the edge wasn’t very fun.

Originally posted by aestheticpinkjoon

namjoon: sweat burst from his temples and dampened his whole body and he honestly couldn’t remember ever being so close to fucking exploding in his life. when he finally did indeed explode in your mouth, he would realize how absolutely amazing his orgasm had been, and want to do the same to you, gently turning you on your back so he could give you the ride of your life as well.

Originally posted by mvssmedia

jimin: felt like fucking crying and screaming, but managed to hide it behind breathy pants and moans as his fingers tightly wound themselves in your hair. it seemed the appendages were just as confused as he was on whether or not to make you stop or encourage you to keep going.

Originally posted by jkookisdaddy

jungkook: was absolutely speechless as you began to stroke him over the edge again, eyes rolling to the back of his head, his throat choked with an abundance of strangled groans and harsh cries, his fingernails leaving their mark on the bed sheets. he wouldn’t know what to say even when he managed to catch his breath and was back to normal.

Originally posted by jungkookfortunekookies

taehyung: it seemed his usual reactions to getting a blowjob suddenly doubled. his whole body trembled violently as he cried for mercy, begging you to stop. he would be absolutely exhausted when the knot in his stomach finally loosened and that moment would be one he would never ever be able to forget.

Originally posted by frittatansonyeondan

hoseok: as his whole body mercilessly tingled, he would emit a series of high-pitched moans and grunts. as the passion worked through him again, he would hold your head down, forcibly fucking your mouth.
“that’s what you wanted, right?” he’d husk as his hips incessantly slapped through air. “for me to cum in your pretty little mouth?”

panicking chocobro noises
Final Fantasy XV
panicking chocobro noises

Meeting the Zu for the first time  or they’re seeing me in the morning.

Prompto: Gwaa… Oh em gee. Neeagh. We’re supposed to get near that thing?! (゚´Д`゚)゚

Gladio: Pipe down before you wake it up.  ( •̀□•́ )

*panicking Prompto noises*

Noctis: Tch.

Prompto: *sighs from relief* *pouts*

Noctis: *screams* Gaahh!!

*more panicking Prompto noises*

Noctis: *sigh* We made it out alive.  (゚∀゚ )

Prompto: BARELY! I seriously thought we at journey’s end.  (´;Д;`)

Gladio: But that feat was fit for a king.  (๑•̀ㅂ•́)

Ignis: Indeed. (•̀ㅂ•́ )

A Final Fantasy First-Timer

So FFXV is the first Final Fantasy game I’ve ever played and pretty much I knew that Noctis was going to die because of the blogs here in tumblr. I still bought knowing I would hurt myself.

During the first few chapters, I was like meh on the main story. I did not really appreciate it at first, but by the time we all went on board the boat to Altissia, it kinda made me think like those chapters were a start to get to know and love those three boys with you. As we know it, things get really depressing after boarding to Altissia, and it got me like “Wow, shit’s getting serious now.” With that I decided to stop on the main story and started doing side quests. 

Honestly it was fun doing the quests, but fuck steyliff for its 100 floors of item and mental torture, and it was a grinning trip with all the puns mentioned from time to time. All the “That’s it, Ive come up with a new recipe.” gladnis be like “I could taste test that for ya” every after tough battles,

Originally posted by coplanm

all the long rides for regalia not paying 10 gil just to get AP, all the chocobo ride until I updated the game and have the freaking Regalia type-D,

Originally posted by bnbnb

all the camera shots of Prompto I likes! bromance everywhere, the race with Gladio in which you can cheat by the boost thing in stamina before it gets drained and warping, but the game allowed it so it’s not cheating, I won the race but I felt guilty after and many more. There is so much to love in this game and I know you know too.

During battles, I saw how Prompto, Ignis and Gladio interacted with me (as Noctis). Of course Noct never failed to acknowledge their skills. I was able to obtain the ring of Lucii first before I started doing the side quests, so it’s hella been easier to get quests (with levels below 50) done. Like I was able to do four quests in one day in the game. I use the skill where the ring sucks life out of the enemy and I noticed how Ignis would go in front of me and have his one arm in defense mode the entire moment. There were sometimes where Gladio did the same, I think after he saved Noct from dying. It shocked me like damn, they even cared about these interactions even though I can’t determine the shit going on my screen fighting four and more enemies? Like damn I (as Noctis) felt precious af and I felt that these guys are really are my friends. Ah, before I forget, Aranea Highwind, I am gay for you.

Originally posted by haprilona

After getting enough money and recipes, I came back to the main story and I swear every step I took after boarding to Altissia was like Bahamut throwing his swords on my heart. Luna died, Ignis got blind and Gladio’s become sour towards Noctis for a while, Noctis was depressed and shoved the ring in his hand that took for eternity, Prompto was accidentally pushed of the train ‘cause fuck you Ardyn, and then there we go to chapter 14 and 15. How more can this story be tragic?

Of all the chapters, chapter 14 and 15 felt really long to me and were the ones that felt the most real. I was about to go insane but not as insane as the dungeon in steyliff when I thought I would have to walk my way from Galdin Quay to Hammerhead, like what fuckery is this?

Originally posted by negativemaya2

When we got to the throne and saw Ardyn with the hanged and dead Regis, Luna, Nyx and Ravus, I was like “Fuck you, how salty can you be?” I even stared at the bodies before following Ardyn and it made me feel so hurt and sorry for what Noctis has to see the second time. After defeating Ardyn was Armiger chain of feels. Noctis saying goodbye to his friends, just to know he shed tears with them the camp before it, got me like… fuck everything. Can we give attention to how Prompto gave his salute to Noctis? Gladio and Ignis have given theirs in a very conventional way, just like how it’s supposed to be. Then there goes Prompto doing the action lastly and not in a very composed form. It made me feel he didn’t want to say goodbye and also because he did not treat Noct as royalty but his best friend. 

Originally posted by sheppardcommander

And yeah “Walk tall, my friends.” 

Originally posted by aurumxargent

I just out of words with this line, like it was passed from Regis to Noctis and now Noctis to his friends. It’s a very strong line for it was mentioned in the beginning and it was also in the end. He indeed walked tall.

When Noctis finally had his seat on the throne, and had to take all the previous kings of Lucis with his father beside him. The background music was pretty loud during the stabbing but then it came to halt when Noctis said “Dad…trust in me.”

Originally posted by noctass

I was again out of words and felt the strong emotions of the father seeing his child’s end. It was strong, Regis’ love for Noctis was very strong that I felt it, I got the message and it hurts. Especially on the moment that he was the one to do the stabbing, he stood there and *me sobbing*. In Kingsglaive, Nyx Ulric was questioning the action of Regis, because it seemed like he was selfishly saving his own son, while that of kingdom die. Well now I understand, because Noctis was the only one who can save the world, just like he said it’s his turn to die for the people of Lucis. Then Noct died and the ring got destroyed, and thank god it was, ‘cause there will be no more of the bullshit of sacrificing another life even if it’s for the good of the people.

Light came in then THEY FUCKING REPLAYED THE FIRST CAR SCENE OF THE GAME before hitting the credits.

Originally posted by his-shining-tears

Honestly I was quiet the whole time, just to find out that Square Enix is not yet done slaughtering my sanity. The last camp before the final battle. It was short, only a few lines and mostly silence. The silence was good and the voice acting of Noct was god damn full of emotions. When Noctis was speaking then followed by silence, I could feel I was with them in that final camp and the way this dialogue then silence sequence made it feel fucking real. They cried and I cried with them. Anyone with me?

Originally posted by mistress-light

Oh, one more thing in this camp, before it was shown, when Ignis got to cook some hella recipeh, I noticed when Noctis was feeding himself, his right hand was kinda shaky. It shakes like three times before it goes straight to his mouth.

My thoughts on the ending with the rest of the chocobros drying, for me, I would like to think that they are not dead. If they were dead, they should have been in the afterlife wedding of Noctis and Luna. Right? Just me? But they said that the ending was kinda ambiguous, its up to us how to give our own interpretation with all the possibilities presented to us by the story. So every time I open the game, now that I beat the game, I am hurt with the title screen. I thought that it was black at first because yeah, Lucian color, everything black. Then it was filled with light with Noctis now sitting with Luna. *sobbing intensifies*

There are many games wherein you can feel that you are the main character and that you own the story that lies ahead. But as I played FFXV, I did not feel like I owned the story. It felt more like I became a witness to a story that only a few minds will know and remember. Noctis Lucis Caelum was the last of his line and this fact was also marked by the destruction of the ring of Lucii. But Noctis, Prompto, Ignis and Gladio will be remembered by the poeple around them, me and the rest of the fandom. Not all stories with dying protagonists are sad, there are some just like FFXV that have deaths that have a fulfilling feelings. At the very least, Noctis was happy with Luna and so is Regis.

This post is so long and was a roller coater ride to write. From being calm and trying to be professional with the words until curses popped up as I reach the ending. I just wanted to express myself because I cannot share these things to my friends for they have not played it. It is already 2017, I played the game late already, but yeah what can I say, it’s indeed a Final Fantasy also for first timers.

That list is kind of forced upon them. And the fact that instead of playing the blame game, they just get on with the job, I think, is very important to see. One of the big points that happens in that episode is when Clarke does puts Bellamy’s name on the list, and then Bellamy puts her name on the list, you see them being able to make decisions for each other and agree with them. Like finally, you know?
—  Bob Morley
Sweet Boy - Jeff Atkins

Here’s another Jeff drabble because I just can’t help myself…

Jeff Atkins X Fem!Reader

Originally posted by umpontoazulnoceu

Your eyes were still shut when you felt a soft pair of lips on your neck. You sleepily hummed in contentment at the feeling; which earned a rough chuckle from Jeff. You slowly opened your eyes, the haze of sleep still clinging to them. Through your lashes, you saw Jeff smiling at you as brightly as ever. He leaned over, kissing up your neck to your jaw, and finally your cheek.

“Good morning,” he whispered and you smiled softly. You lifted a hand stroking his face as you both stared at each other. You ran your fingers through his soft, messy hair. Your fingertips traced the shaven sides of his head, tickling the skin on your palm. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of your lips.

“Good morning indeed,” you finally said, coaxing another chuckle out of your boyfriend. He moved his arm, resting it beside your head which still rested soundly on your pillow. He looked down into your eyes and you flashed to the night before.

Jeff had come over because he needed help, really just an excuse for him to come over, on the recent Geometry assignment. You both tried your best at each problem, but found yourselves more confused than when you first started. It didn’t help that he would distract you by placing soft kisses on your face. Of course, when your mom came into the room to check on the two of you, Jeff pulled away as you explained to your mom that he would need to stay the night in order to get the large assignment done. You mom, allowed him to stay over with a promise of no funny business. Despite the promise, studying was not what ensued that night.

“We still have Geometry to do,” you said with a lazily grin. Jeff smiled at you again before pressing his lips to yours in another soft kiss. Your hands trailed over his neck, to his bare shoulders, tickling his skin slightly. You bit down on his bottom lip a little, drawing a low groan from his lips. You let out a soft laugh when Jeff pulled away from you.

“Or we can forget about Geometry,” he offered with raised eyebrows. You laughed a little louder as his expression, rolling your eyes.

“Forgetting about Geometry is what got us here in the first place,” you stated and Jeff smiled smugly at you. He leaned down once again, this time resting more of his body weight against you. He trailed more warm kisses up your neck, causing you to shut your eyes and immerse yourself in the feeling.

“Then I say,” more kisses interrupted his speech, “we keep forgetting.” You only hummed in response. Jeff smiled against the soft skin of your neck, pressing more kisses to it.

“I say we get dressed and you call your mom to let her know you’re not dead.” Jeff hung his head in defeat. He moved to sit up, not before pressing another kiss to your cheek. When he pulled back, his blue eyes were bright and the pupils larger than normal.

“Your reasoning wins yet again, my lady,” he teased. You laughed and watched as he got up from your bed. He threw on a shirt he left behind from his last visit, one that paired well with his black sweat pants. He walked over to his backpack, pulling out his phone and dialing his parent’s number.

“Hey mom, yeah I’m fine,” a long pause, “I know. I stayed over at Y/N’s house, to get help with homework.” He let out a chuckle and shook his head. You could almost hear his mom teasing him over the other end. “Yeah I will. Alright see you later, love you.” He hung up and shook his head once more. He turned around to find you already staring at him. He smiled and walked back over to your bed where he flopped back down next to you.

“She says ‘Hi’ by the way,” he whispered, scooting closer to you. “Sometimes I think she likes you more than me.” You laughed and shook your head.

“That’s crazy, you’re her son.” He propped his head up against his hand while his elbow rested against your bed. He stared down at you, a soft smile on his pink lips.

“But you’re you,” he whispered, “amazing and wonderful. The best girlfriend anyone could ever have.” A blush rose to your cheeks at his words. You sat up, Jeff’s eyes following you as you moved. You looked down at him now, peering into his blue-green eyes.

“You’re pretty amazing too, Atkins.” He let out a sound, as if disagreeing with you. You just shook your head and leaned down to kiss him. He smiled against your lips and a cozy cloud fell over you once more, trying to drag you back to the soft sheets around you.

“I need to get up,” you mumbled against his lips. Jeff continued to kiss your face, ignoring what you had said. You let out a giggle as he kissed the column of your neck once more. You fell back against your mattress, Jeff laying between your legs. An evil grin spread across your lips as an idea popped into your mind. You gently pushed him upwards, so he was now sitting on his knees. You sat up, pulling Jeff’s face back to yours in a soft kiss. Not as soft as the ones he woke you up with, but soft nonetheless. A mere, few moments passed by until Jeff took control again. He spread his legs out, crossing yours over his as he kissed you. You pulled away gently, catching your breath. 

“Jeffery,” you whispered strongly, getting his attention. He pulled away from your neck just to rest his forehead against yours. He closed his eyes while your breaths intermingled at the close vicinity. Your hand skirted up his now clothed chest, rest on the base of his neck.

“As much I as I would love,” you began, “really love to stay in bed all day, we can’t.” Jeff pulled away a little and groaned like a disappointed child. You smiled at him, looking into his eyes. You grabbed his phone, which had landed on your bed when he finished calling his mom, and looked at the time. You both had slept in.

“Plus don’t you have baseball practice in like fifteen minutes?” Jeff glanced down at his phone and let out another groan. You handed over his phone as he stood up from your bed. He took his phone back, then your hand. You blushed as he brought your hand up to his mouth, pressing a long kiss to the back of it. When he let go, you stood up and straightened out your rumpled sleepwear.

“I still have to get my bag,” Jeff said, rubbing a hand over his face. You rested a hand on his broad back, rubbing it soothingly.

“Then you better get going.” Jeff looked at you with a frown, turning to face you. His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to his body.

“But I wanna stay with you,” he pouted. Smiling, you reached a hand up to his face and cupped his cheek.

“How about you go now and later, you can come back for dinner.” Jeff looked up at your ceiling, as if mentally going over your offer. You smiled as your waited for an answer.

“Or I could go to practice and  later we could meet up at Rosie’s for a date.” He smiled at you smugly before adding, “then my place afterwards.” You shook your head in wonder at your boyfriend’s cockiness. You finally nodded and accepted his offer.

“It’s date,” you whispered in response. Jeff smiled brightly down at you before you led him out of your room and to the front door. You held open the door for him, leaning against it. He gave you another one of his boyish smiles, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

“I’ll see you after practice,” he whispered and you nodded. “I love you,” he placed another kiss on your cheek.

“I love you more,” you whispered back and Jeff pulled away with a grin on his face.

“That’s impossible,” you smiled as he walked down your porch and to his car that was parked in front of your house. You watched as his zoomed off down the street, not noticing your mom who had crept up behind you.

“He seems like a sweet boy,” she said, making you jump. You laughed and nodded, watching his car disappear.

“He really is mom, he really is.” You shut the door, turning to see your mom grinning at you. “What?”

“I’ve just never seen you so smitten before,” she whispered, pulling you into a tight hug. “The only downside is that you’re always out and about with him. I never get to see you anymore.” You laughed as your mom broke up your hug.

“You see me all the time.” Your mother raised her eyebrows.

“Uh-huh sure,” she turned around and walked to the kitchen. “So I take it you’re going to dinner with Jeff?” 

“Yep,” you nodded as your walked into the kitchen behind her. “Oh, and I’m staying over at his place tonight, since it’s Saturday and nothing is going on.” Your mom gave you a pointed look, that expression that read as ‘Oh really now?’

“Don’t worry mom,” you said calmly, “after all, like you said, he’s a sweet boy.” 

Because I had some feels. <3

Killian hasn’t even been below decks of the Jolly Roger for an hour when his talking phone tones. He withdraws it from under his pillow and is not at all surprised to see that the little word message that has come in is from Emma.

I miss you, it reads.

It takes him a while – Emma’s always amuses at what she calls his “hunt and peck” method of crafting a message – but he manages to write back, I miss you, too, love. Go to sleep and tomorrow will be here before you know it.

Her reply comes through in less than a minute. I can’t sleep without you.

And less than a minute after that, his talking phone rings. The Emma button appears for him so he touches it and presses the phone to his ear. “You know, love, it won’t do to have the bride collapsing on her walk down the aisle because she didn’t sleep the night before.”

“I told you,” she replies lovingly, “I can’t sleep without you.”

A smile spreads across his lips. “Are you sure that’s the only reason for your insomnia?”

“All right, I may be a little excited, too.”

“Oh, just a little?”

“Shut up,” she chuckles.

He laughs as well. As much as he adores teasing her, however, he knows that they both need to get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and they’ll need their rest. “Okay, tell you what, love. How about I talk to you until you’re relaxed enough to sleep?”


In just that one word, Killian can tell that was exactly what she wanted him to do. And since tomorrow will represent the start of the next chapter of their journey together, he decides to tell her their story from the beginning. “Once upon a time, there was a pirate and a lost princess …”

She makes a little snuffling sound into the phone but doesn’t protest. And so he talks. He tells her of portals and jungles and lost years. He tells her of spiraling magic and stolen hearts and fights against darkness. Of Camelot and magic and the Underworld and how, through it all, the pirate and the princess grew closer and closer and discovered that they did indeed share the most powerful magic of all: True Love.

He’s just at the point in the story where the princess has asked the pirate to move in with her when the steady rhythm of her breathing registers. “Emma?” he whispers into the phone.


Oh yes, he has indeed finally talked her to sleep. He smiles and keeps his voice soft so as not to rouse her further. “Hang up the phone, love.”

“Mm-kay. Love you.”

“I love you, too. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Once he’s sure she’s actually disconnected the call, he sets his phone down and closes his own eyes. That night, they dream the same dreams of the pirate and the princess, a lost little boy and a lost little girl, finding home in each other.

anonymous asked:

Omega!Kylo arrives to the Finalizer for the first time. Alpha!Hux expected many things, already exasperated with the person that he has been forced to share the ship with but he never expected the Omega to be a mother already, bringing his baby son with him. Kylo´s mate died (or was killed by Kylo himself) and Hux doesn´t know what to do, his alpha´s intincts tell him to protect and fight for the omega, cuz Alpha!Phasma is doting on Kylo and his son.

There have been rumours about the new Master of the Knights of Ren, but Hux has been reluctant to believe any of them, wanting to everything learn about his new co-commander for himself.

Some say that Kylo Ren is an alpha, some say he’s a beta. There’s talk of his heritage, whispers of his possible relation to Vader himself and repute about his power.

And as Hux stands waiting for the infamous Master Ren to disembark his grand shuttle, all the rumours that’ve spread themselves around the Finalizer over the last few weeks spring to Hux’s mind until he’s managed to convince himself that Master Ren is an alpha like him, come to challenge him in every manner of his position.

The shuttle’s ramp lowers slowly, hydraulics releasing smoke that fans around them and Kylo Ren emerges from the fog, his silhouette cutting through the rising smoke with a sharp offence. He’s clad entirely in black, though Hux is surprised to find such youthfulness on his face; he’s sure he’s heard rumours of Kylo wearing a mask. Soft, black hair, plush pink lips, a strong body that’s perfectly accentuated by his robes.

That, and the piece of dark material that’s wrapped around his chest, holding a sleeping baby inside.

Hux gawks, eyes wide and lips parted. The child is no older than six months; their face still chubby and a tuft of dark hair peaks out from the sling.

But Kylo’s scent is like nothing Hux has ever smelt before; it’s strong but sweet, as though designed to entice others close but fierce enough to be threatened to ward others away.

Master Ren is an omega, and he’s a mother to that baby.

“General Hux, I’m presuming,” Kylo says, and Hux is a little startled, too lost in his own thoughts to realise that they’re now face-to-face.

“Master Kylo Ren,” Hux replies, noting how the omega’s right arm is subconsciously curling around the baby’s shape in the sling. “Welcome on board the Finalizer. Indeed, I am General Hux, your co-commander, it would seem.”

“I have important instructions from the Supreme Leader but before we begin, I’d very much like to be shown to my quarters.”

Kylo glances down to his baby and then straight back up to Hux, his hand rubbing across the curve of the sling, adjusting the child’s weight.

“Of course. I shall personally escort you. This way,” Hux turns on his heel, watching out of the corner of his eye as Kylo follows, droids boarding the shuttle and collecting crates and bags from the cargo hold.

The silence between them makes Hux a little uncomfortable, but he’s surprised to find that Kylo falls into step beside him, keeping up with him; no being less than an alpha would dare to walk at his pace. Already, Kylo is incredibly different from all other betas and omegas that Hux has met, and he’s completely intrigued.

The baby makes a soft whining sound but Kylo quickly hushes him, his hand moving inside the wrap to calm him. Hux watches peripherally, amazed that a Knight so strong with such an aura of mystery around him could possibly be motherly and be gentle–

“I’ll leave you to get settled,” Hux says, halting in front of a door. “A comlink and a datapad are waiting inside for you with everything you could need installed on there.”

“My thanks,” Kylo says, looking at the door. “I’ll get acquainted with the ship’s schedule and layout as quickly as possible.”

“Excellent. I shall leave it to you to contact me once you wish to meet and discuss the Supreme Leader’s business. We have excellent nanny droids on board–”

“No! No. He stays with me,” Kylo almost growls, and Hux almost wants to take a step back. “He doesn’t leave my sight. Snoke is happy with my choice, before you think of informing him of it. Is that clear?”

Hux blinks, mouth agape, feeling as though he shouldn’t be surprised by an omega’s protectiveness over their pup, but Kylo’s eyes are blazing with hatred.

“Transparently,” Hux says, hands held behind his back.

Kylo huffs, but the baby stirs, erupting into a distressed cry before Kylo has the chance to quietly calm him. Whilst still standing in the middle of the corridor, Kylo lifts his pup from inside the wrap and holds him in his arms, rocking him and hushing him, repeating ‘it’s okay’ over and over again; Hux watches in awe.

“General, sir.”

Hux turns to see Captain Phasma standing behind them, helmet under her arm, something held in her outstretched hand.

“Captain. What is it?”

“You dropped the keycard to Master Ren’s rooms on the way up,” she says, handing it to him, and it’s now that Hux notes a black bag in her other hand. “And I thought it best to bring the child’s bag up before the droids begin hassling you. Sir.”

Kylo takes the bag with a shy smile at her, nodding in thanks. Hux rolls his eyes but swipes the door open, confused by his reaction. Nonetheless, Kylo steps inside his new chambers, his child wailing, and Phasma follows him…And Hux is quick behind her.

“Is there anything I can fetch for you, sir? Perhaps some food for him?” Phasma asks, her voice softer than Hux has ever heard her speak.

Clearly, he thinks, his feelings of being threatened by Kylo’s presence were wrong. Phasma’s presence around the omega and the pup–both of whom Hux has just met–is making his blood boil and his heartbeat thrum loudly in his ears.

“He’s just tired,” Kylo says when he sits down on the plush couch, rooting through the bag that Phasma handed to him to find a pacifier, pulling it out with a blue blanket.

“Ah, space travel can take its toll on infants,” Phasma says, nodding. “I’ve read that keeping them swaddled during the journey can quell their irritability.”

Kylo chuckles, smiles, and Hux feels his knees weaken.

“I’ll remember that,” Kylo looks up at her. “Thank you. Captain.”

“It’s Christine, Master Ren,” she salutes, and he nods. “I look forward to becoming more acquainted with you and your son. Remember to allow yourself time to rest.”

With the baby now suckling happily on his pacifier and drifting off to sleep in his mother’s arms, Phasma turns and leaves, making sure to hold Hux’s sharp gaze for as long as she can before it breaks. There’s fire between them; a competitor’s blaze.

“If that’s all, General, I’d appreciate it I was given some privacy,” Kylo says, rocking the baby but making sure that he’s cuddled close to his chest, sleeping softly.

Hux’s hand twitches, imagining what it’d be like to touch Kylo’s skin, to tuck his dark hair behind his ear to kiss his cheek, to earn his trust to be allowed near his beautiful pup.

“Of course, Ren,” Hux says, hiding his thoughts. “Contact me once you’re ready to discuss business, with your son among our company, of course.”

Hux turns, chest feeling a little colder as he walks away.


He stops dead, turns. Kylo still looks fierce and soft, like a poisonous flower, a deadly venom with a sweet and enticing scent.

“It’s going to take a lot for me to even consider trusting alphas again,” Kylo says, kissing the top of his baby’s head. “So I suggest your courting goes beyond secretive thoughts about kissing me. The same for your Captain. I am no prize, and should you think of me in that way then, trust me, I won’t hesitate to do what I must.”

Hux swallows, suddenly finding himself thinking of how Kylo came to be a single parent, alpha-less.

“I shall do my best to prove myself to you, Kylo.”

“We shall see, Armitage.”

Hux smirks, bows before the omega with a dipped head to show respect, before turning and leaving, but not before he hears Kylo make a content hum; a sound that’s known amongst omegas to mean the acceptance of a courtship.


Okay, ladies and gents, fellow Jonsa shippers, and hell the haters too! Y'all know me! I did a short run over the episode when it aired, hitting points here and there, but nothing extravagant, nothing lengthy. So, I’m here to make amends, and remedy that.

Epic Euron bow.

Moving along. So, I’ve seen some others on here saying that Jon’s affections look like they’ve disappeared.

No. No. And I’ve pointed out in JUST two clips how that is not the case.

Now, the argument scene in the Great Hall was a GREAT red herring, don’t you think? Jon was trying so hard not to throttle Sansa. I like how he didn’t however, he made his point, and specified that it was indeed final. However, when the Karstark girl and Umber boy pledged to Jon, I saw a flicker of shame cross Sansa’s face. I honestly DO NOT think she meant offense to Jon, she’s honestly just trying to make SURE he makes the right decision.

Now, during this heated exchange, the camera panned to LF, he had a smirk on his face, meaning he saw a way in. He saw a crack…a means to tear them apart.

However, to ME, their exchange was RIDDLED with sexual tension. The camera was on THEM. As if we were back in that tent before battling Ramsay.

Moving forward here, LF was smiling at the end of this scene, because he saw what he THOUGHT he could use.

A red herring is what I think it was. It was a set up for us to think they’ll Stark bowl the hell out of season 7. But, that’s not the tension I saw…

Looking above at those gifs, you’ll see what I mean.

First one is Sansa grabbing his arm to stop him from walking. Now, we know Jon doesn’t care if she touches him, or if he touches her. Ex. Hand holding in 6x04, and the forehead kiss in 6x10.

Now, when she stops him from walking, and turns him to look at her, he looks…surprised. Almost haunted date I say. He looks down at where they’re joined, then looks up at her, his eyes still haunted.

I swear to God it’s like he wants to say…

“Please, Sansa. Just don’t touch me..”

It also looks like he wants to back away.

Now! Throughout their ENTIRE talking scene, Jon is ducking her eyes. Whether it’s him CONSTANTLY looking away from her, or its him CONSTANTLY walking off from her. He did it…twice.


She doesn’t REPULSE him. That’s a given.


Now, the second gif set… Sansa compliments him, and his ruling skills. She’s being effectionate, sweet with her words. Jon smiles slightly, turns his head, and his eyes trail up her form, before hauntingly landing on her face.

This whole time, he looks out to the courtyard. He glances back a few times… But he’s glued to the courtyard, not looking at her. ESPECIALLY when she’s complimenting him. He finally does when she leans a little closer, and he looks…lost almost.

Now, I think Jon is coming to terms with…something. He seems to not want her close, or to touch him. Or look at him with those beautiful blue eyes of hers. He seems also more…cold? To her. I guess that’s the best way to put it.

I think it’s for an important reason though. Jon seems to be coming to terms with something important.

Hence why he slams LF into the wall next episode and almost strangles the life out of him.

Sounds platonic to me? Not.

Kit did say his uncontrollable emotions get him into trouble this season. He also said that Sansa challenges and gets to him like no-one else can. Hmmmm….sounds a lot like a parallel to Ygritte.

But, again, I think Sansa means no harm, she just wants him to listen to her, and to keep him safe. She does not want to steal his crown, or take over leadership.

The scene between her and Baelish said it all.

Starkbowl is a no go!!!!

Theory time:
When Jon slams Baelish next episode, Baelish will know immediately what ales our young King. And how to get to him through it. If the leaks are correct then Jon chokes LF because he confesses his love for Sansa. And he loses it. Now, when Ned choke Baelish, it was not THAT serious. It could be seen as a humorous scene.

When JON chokes Baelish, he looks on the verge of completely snapping his neck. Jon’s face is kinda scary as well. I wonder what stops him?

I think Sansa does. I think she realizes that Baelish gets to Jon, and Jon needs to be out of the picture if she’s going to get rid of him. I think she consoles Jon as well.

Well, that’s my six sense. Let me know what you think!!


Oh dear, it’s been days nay weeks or is it even months since I blogged?  The other day I wondered if perhaps that pretty pink sunset was indeed my final blog post, but hey oh, here I am. 

A lot has been going on.  A lot that maybe one day I’ll write about, or maybe not.  Life is this crazy adventure of ups and downs and twists and turns and unforeseen events.  It’s filled with mistakes and adventures and decisions and wonderful twists and turns which can redirect everything. Or not. Is that vague enough for you? I’ll leave it at that, but a lot has been on my mind and going on in my little world lately. 

And… to not be vague, I am still happily chugging along in Detroit. My one hour commute is still the worst, but my weekends have been filled with trips back to Toronto, or Andrew visiting me here.  

It’s odd as I never ever ever ever imagined myself in a long distance relationship, and yet here I am.  I also never really wrote about Andrew and me, but we dated last year for a few months, and then at his super-out-of-the-blue-romatic-facebook-message-to-me we got together for “just a drink” a few months back when I was in Toronto, and, well, here we are. 

In the grand scheme of the world I feel like Toronto to Detroit is a very close “long distance relationship,” but it’s still hard and sucks at times. Although I’ve been single so long it’s sort of nice easing into a relationship, and he’s soooo busy with all his sports teams, it appears to be working well so far.  

My work wants me to localize here.  Right now I am a Canadian employee working on assignment in the United States.  If I localize I switch over to being a U.S. employee.  There are pros (at least a 30% conversion raise! cha-ching!) and cons (family and friends and Canada’s one year maternity leave!) to each decision.  I am leaning strongly towards going back to Canada as I miss my nieces and sister and mom and friends a lot, but I also believe staying here is a better career opportunity.  Ugh. 

What else is on my mind?  Andrew and I are planning a trip and right now we’re between Norway or Hawaii and ohmygod, decisions decisions.  I sincerely have no idea where we should go, but I have a huge American Airlines credit (nearly $5,000US!) which I need to use, so we’re looking for pricey flight destinations with cheap accommodation. 

I am almost positive my weight is the same as last time I wrote, which isn’t surprising to me at all. My weight and fitness goals were sidelined for reasons I may or may not one day write about. But my dresses seem tighter later and I still want to lose weight, because duh, most people do. As I type this I question my reasons for not (re)committing and just deciding to be open and use My Fitness Pal tomorrow.  Time will tick on and I will have either done something or not.  But also as I type this I feel like I know I won’t, yet I want to, so yea… what the what.  Andrew is fit and plays 1,001 sports and at the wonderful age of thirty two and despite him telling me otherwise, I have been SO self conscious of my body lately.  It sucks as I broke through this a few years ago, but suddenly I feel like I need to suck in all the time and am so judgemental about myself.  Andrew and I spoke about it Saturday evening and I know none of it matters to him, but it matters to me, and well, I hope this is just a short little woe-is-me phase. 

I have thousands of photos to upload to this space. An evening of sailing a bachelorette at home. Weekend adventures in Detroit and Toronto, and a wedding up north with Andrew.   For my own recording purposes I hope to do this soon. And I hope whoever is reading this had a great weekend past, and sunny week ahead!  Thanks for listening and popping in. :)

Did Shadowhunters 2x08 actually confirm that Magnus and Alec had sex in 2x07?

We had two scenes in 2x08 that sort of mentioned the topic. Did those scenes confirm, without any doubt, that Magnus and Alec had sex in 2x07?

1) Alec and Izzy at the Institute.

Alec said that there’s nothing to talk about when Izzy asked if he took her advice about Magnus (“if it makes you happy [having sex with Magnus], then go for it”). Therefore, if “there’s nothing to talk about”, it’s because Magnus and Alec didn’t have sex that night, isn’t it? “There’s nothing to talk about” could be Alec’s way of saying “sex didn’t happen” without giving details.

But… That’s not necessarily true, either. “There’s nothing to talk about” could mean “sex didn’t happen”, but it could also mean “sex happened but I won’t talk about it”, because well, Izzy is still Alec’s little sister, and in general Alec has always been a reserved person. Maybe Alec just didn’t want to give Izzy the details of his and Magnus’ first time together. Maybe he could even have told her more, if Izzy had had time to insist before Max arrived.

2) Magnus and Jace in Magnus’ loft.

Jace said that Magnus and Alec had “taken things to the next level”, which obviously means he thinks they had sex. And not just that: Magnus answered “he told you”, and then even looked quite shocked when he thought Jace had physically felt what happened between Alec and him that night… Both facts confirming that yes, something did happen, and “something did happen” could perfectly mean “yes we had sex”. Also, judging from Magnus’ expression, he doesn’t look happy of talking about the topic with Jace… But well, Magnus and Jace are not exactly friends yet and Jace is still Alec’s first crush, so it’s understandable. Then Jace said that he can feel how Alec is happier, meaning that’s because Magnus and Alec took an step ahead in their relationship. So, this confirms they really had sex, doesn’t it?

Well… Not necessarily. Something did happen, yes, something that meant an “step ahead” in their relationship… But, can we really be sure that that “something” was sex (and I’m talking about full penetrative sex here)? Maybe it was making out. Maybe it was dry humping. Maybe it was oral sex. All of those alternatives would mean they took an step ahead, since until that they only restricted to kisses, as far as we know. Also, maybe Magnus’ discomfort while talking with Jace meant that the night didn’t went so well at the beginning, considering that Alec wanted to have sex and Magnus had to explain why he didn’t feel ready yet. Finally, Alec maybe indeed feel happier, but having sex with Magnus could be the only reason? Alec would be happier if him and Magnus share a new level of intimacy now, physical or phycological (possibility of a long conversation about insecurities here), but not necessarily full penetrative sex.

EXTRA: Magnus and Alec in Magnus’ loft.

This scene doesn’t mention what happened between Magnus and Alec in 2x07, but it’s the first scene  together after the fade-to-black scene. When Magnus seemed reluctant to host Max’s Rune Ceremony’s party because of Maryse, Alec explained how the said party will also be a confirmation of the permanence of Magnus’ and Alec’s relationship. It gave me the impression that Alec’s words were not only directed to Maryse, but specially to Magnus. I mean, don’t you think that Alec’s reassurance of permanence in 2x08 is a direct answer to Magnus being afraid of losing him if they had sex in 2x07?

But then again, that could mean that: a) they had sex and now Alec is trying to prove to Magnus that he’s not leaving him after that, just as he told him before (“you have nothing to worry about”); or, b) they didn’t had sex and Alec is trying to prove to Magnus that he’s really committed in their relationship, so Magnus doesn’t need to be afraid of losing him even if they have sex.

So, my conclusion? Shadowhunters 2x08 didn’t actually confirm that Magnus and Alec had sex (full penetrative sex) in 2x07.

The problem: it didn’t deny it, either.

wherewildflowersprosper  asked:

Oh my gosh !!! Your writing never fails to fill me major elorcan feels !! Seriously, your fanfictions are a work of art !! Your rowaelin pregnancy one was also beautiful - do you think you could do like it, but with Lorcan finding out that Elide is pregnant !! If not then that's okay !! Thankyou for your contribution to this fandom, it makes my feed a happier place xx

Thank you so much for your kind words! Like really, thank you. It actually makes me so so happy. And just because you asked so nicely of course I’ll write that for you! =D

The day was pleasantly warm and Elide was grateful they had chosen to spend it outside. She basked in the sun, letting it warm the bare skin on her arms. Seeing the marvellous weather outside Aelin had organised a picnic and Elide had eagerly agreed to come. The past week had been blustery and cold as winter tried to hold on as long as it could. But today, today was a true spring day and held the promise of more lovely days to come.

So far the only ones at the picnic were Aelin, Lysandra, Fenrys, Connall and Elide herself. The other males had insisted that they finish their morning training but Aelin was impatient and wanted to head out to find the perfect spot immediately. So the ladies had left with the twins as their unnecessary guards as soon as the baskets had been made up.

Feeling a little restless Elide stood and stretched her arms over her head. The warm morning sunshine was making her sleepy, and looking round she found Aelin dozing off and Lysandra had shifted into a ghost leopard and was sunning herself with her eyes closed. Elide really wanted to go for a walk, but with Lorcan such a distance away her ankle was left without its brace and now she was contemplating if it was more trouble that it was worth.

“Would you like some assistance?”

Connall had appeared beside Elide and he offered her his arm. Elide smiled and took it allowing him to take some of her weight as they began to walk.


Lorcan, Rowan, Aedion and Vaughn were making their way through the woods following the scents of the females to find where they had set up the picnic. Rowan led, but Lorcan followed close behind. Something about Elide’s scent today was setting him on edge, was making him feel almost a little feral and he couldn’t pinpoint why. He felt a driving need to be with her.

When they entered the clearing Elide was no where in sight, only the napping bodies of Aelin, Lysandra and Fenrys were. Rowan approached Aelin and Aedion unstoppered the small water container he carried as he went to Lysandra. Lorcan didn’t particularly want to know how that was going to end so he instead continued his search for Elide. He hadn’t gone too far when she appeared coming through the treeline, holding tightly to Connall’s arm and laughing at something the young fae had said.

Something in Lorcan snapped.

Before he even realised what he was doing he had made it over to Elide, pulled her behind him and was growling at Connall. That had brought everyone’s attention to them and within moments Fenrys was by his brother’s side and Rowan was between them.

“What the Hell Lorcan? What is with you today?” Rowan said looking between Lorcan and Elide, as if Elide could offer some explantion.

“Lorcan, you can stop growling,” Elide said putting her hand on his arm, “It’s only Connall. We just went for a walk. What’s got into you?”

Aelin had joined them by now and stood with her arms crossed, “You know these males and their territorial bull…” then Aelin stopped. Lorcan looked at her as her eyes went a little wide and then Aelin gave him a broad smile. Lorcan finally stopped growling. “Indeed, Lorcan, what has got you acting so territorial today?”

Lorcan looked at Connall. Connall. He had perceived Connall as a threat. That boy was the least threatening thing he had ever met in his long life. But still he had been ready to tear him limb form limb because of Elide. Elide… Hellas damn him it all made sense now.

Lorcan turned to Elide and she just looked confused. Gods, she didn’t know.

“Elide,” Lorcan swallowed as a thousand different emotions slammed into him. “Elide you’re pregnant.”

The Duff part 2 (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Kinda feel like this part was shitty but oh well. Oh and also please leave feedback it would be really appreciated since I wanna get better at this! 

Warnings: Swearing

Words: 730

Part 1  

Originally posted by justcuchu

When you arrived at the school you thanked Bucky for giving you a ride and went to find Nat because you had your first period with her. Since she usually was swimming before school started you decided to check the pool out. Turned out you were right, she was just about to leave when you arrived there. 

“ Oh Y/N Hey!” She hugged you as you met. You gave her a smile and mouthed a small hey. The walk was un usually silent to the class room, that’s until Nat had enough of it. 

“Soo Y/N you know that there is prom coming right? “ You nodded at her question, not really knowing why she brought it up. “ Who are you going with?” she continued. You rolled your eyes and gave her a small push. 

“You honestly think that someone has asked me with them? hahaha no Nat”  You tried to hide the fact that you were in fact kinda hurt that almost everyone had a date to prom. 

“You know you could ask Steve to come with you” 

“Oh come on man, he’s like a royalty and I’m not, he would never even go out with a girl like me “  

Lucky for you you had just arrived at your class. To say you were relieved when Nat had to sit at another end of the class room would be accurate. You hated talking about things like this with her. She never understood what you had to go through. She would easily get every guy she ever wanted and even more, I’m lucky if someone would even acknowledge me for being me, not for being Y/N the chick who’s friends with Natasha and Wanda. You went to your seat and buried your head in your arms, sighed and zoomed out for the rest of the period. 

The next three periods you were concentrated on one thing. Steve Rogers, damn him for having so many same classes with you. You would always sit at the back corner of the room so you could admire him without getting caught. Lunch was as usually, you were sitting with Nat and Wanda listening then gossiping about some cheerleader that you had honestly no interest in so you just read your book. 

The last period of your day was Chemistry, your favorite subject in the whole world. You were a straight A’s student, which made the class way easier for you. What you didn’t like about this class was that Bucky Barnes and his lab partner Sharon Carter were always taking too loudly, making it hard for you to concentrate.Today they were being extremely loud since the teacher didn’t say anything you decided to do something about it. 

“Barnes shut the hell up or I’ll hit you in your perfect face!” 

This caught Bucky’s attention. He whispered something to Sharon’s ears and then came over your table with that ridiculous smirk of him. “Relax Y/L/N , jesus what’s up with you? you need to get laid.” His smirk only growing bigger and bigger. God that really annoyed you and he knew that very well. 

“ Fuck you Barnes.” 

“Oh you wish honey… I would totally help you out but the thing is… I don’t sleep with Duff’s” He caressed your hair and winked. The Du- what now? 

“What?” you asked clearly confused by his statement. 

“You know DUFF, designated ugly fat friend “ he answered with a shrug like it was clear as day. You felt something sting in your heart. Were you really what they called “the DUFF?” 

“ What the hell James what is that supposed to mean?” anger was heard in your voice. Bucky Sighed and put his hand on your shoulder, only for you to push it away with force. 

“ Look don’t take it personally Y/N, every friend group has a DUFF. Someone who’s just not as cool or hot as their friends are. They are the ones who make those cool and hot people look even more hot with a DUFF by their side. And I mean it’s obvious that you are your groups DUFF.” 

With that he went back to his seat and left you alone there, thinking about what he had just said. After a ten minutes of thinking you finally realized that you indeed were the DUFF of your group. SHIT. 


tags: @risinghero @sailorchibimoonunicorn 

Wedding Jitters

Request: yes

plot/Request: Can I request something fluffy with Dick or Bruce maybe new dad with reader, or wedding jitters with reader, something fluffy! I need fluffy! Thank you darling ❤️- @teachingpanda

A/N: PANDA! this is trash! I’m sorry and I’m writing another story for you with Dick as a new dad! This is probably horrible! I’m seriously so sorry

Word count: 576

warning(s): I think one curse word?

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anonymous asked:

How would the boys react when their s/o suddenly hugs them from behind or kiss them and say they did that just because they wanted to?

That’s adorable! What a cutie s/o.


- If it was in front of the other chocobros I can see him being embarrassed Prompto would tease like there is no tomorrow!
- He wouldn’t push them away or anything though, he would try to give them a kiss back but in his shy awkward Noctis mode he’d probably completely miss their mouth and kiss their eye or something.
- This would make him even more embarrassed if there can be such a thing. Bless him!
- If they were alone though, Noct would hold his s/o’s arms and pull them tighter around himself.
- He loves hugs, and the surprise ones he would find so cute. He’d see it as an uncontrollable feeling of emotion, and would feel all warm that someone gets like that over him.
- His s/o would be able to feel his heart quicken under their palm, and smile at him because of it.
- He’d smile back and shrug his shoulders in a ‘what do you expect, you do this to me a lot’ kind of way.
- They would stay like that for a long time.


- Oh gosh are you trying to give this boy a heart attack?
- Cuteness overload.
- It would make Prompto laugh his lovely laugh, making his s/o feel all warm inside.
- If his s/o had hugged him so their arms were over his shoulders, you can bet your ass he’d be hoisting his s/o onto his back in a second for a piggyback ride! 
- His s/o would use this chance to cover his neck in little kisses between their laughter. Oh my goodness what an adorable pair.
- Prompto loves any kind of contact with his s/o, but surprise kisses would get him a blushing mess in no time.


- Gladio would also love surprise hugs and kisses, and as usual wouldn’t mind if they were in front of the other guys.
- He would laugh too, and would definitely love the playful aura of his s/o!
- If they went in for a kiss, he would turn his head as best he could to face them and deepen the kiss from what was probably intended as a sweet peck into a longer, romantic open mouth kiss that would leave his s/o weak at the knees.
- He would break the kiss with the biggest toothy grin he could muster looking very smug indeed. 
- “That’s no fair!” 
- “Surprise me I’ll surprise you back baby.” 
- Noct would lean on Prompto and pretend to be sick, but Gladio would biff him on the back of his head to shut him up.


- Although dear Iggy is a little more private with his affections than the others, he wouldn’t be opposed to a surprise kiss or hug every now and then.
- If his s/o hugged him from behind he’d gasp in surprise, but then pull them to the side so he could wrap his arm around their shoulder and pull them close into his side. 
- Though in private Ignis would love a hug; when he sits down after a stressful day and his s/o wraps their arms round his chest and leans their head on his shoulder he can just feel his tension drifting away. 
- He’d nuzzle his cheek against theirs, loving the feel of their soft skin against his, and his hands would rest on top of theirs.
- No words would have to be spoken, any feelings passing between the two with their touches.
- However, if his s/o kissed his neck, that would be a different story indeed.

Dramione - Tattoo Soulmates

Godfucking dammit. Since she was born those words where tattooed on the inside of her forearm. It was the worst thing that happened. She had been shunned, bullied and judged by all because of her tattoo.

It was not her fault honestly, it was his fault. The man who decided that the best way to meet their soulmate was to swear.

And so many times she plotted as what would be her first words to that man. Something as horrible, something as shameful, something as bad as this.

She waited 25 years to hear those damn words though.

“Godfucking dammit.” A blonde man was already on his knees trying to recover all his things from the ground. “Shit. I’m sorry.” When he finally got up, she noticed how handsome he was. How tall he was and his sheepish grin as he looked down at her with guilt.

“Fuck.” Were the first word she was able to describe her situation.

And the man laughed. His smile growing as he dropped his things back on the ground and tried to cover his laughs with his hand.

“Fuck indeed.” He finally said, looking down at her still grinning.

“Godfucking dammit. What a great way to start a conversation.” She smiled, going along with his joke.

“Draco Malfoy.” He offered his hand.

“Hermione Granger.” She shook his hand.

Well that was the single most thrilling experience of my whole life…

In all seriousness POTC 5 was amazing. Our Captain Jack is still his drunk and lovable self and also what a badass. Fucking loved Henry and Carina. Barbossa got me so emotional. Salazar was so creepy and chilling. The graphics were amazing. The locations were incredible. Just an absolutely heartwarming film and completely well done and an amazing finale if it is indeed Johnny’s last 💞

autotagging: a subset

I am tagging myself in the alphabet thing. I only want to answer two of them, but in some depth.

K: Yes, I have killed someone. Driving eastbound on Golf Road from the Edens towards a gig in Evanston on an icy December night in 1990, observing the speed limit and all other traffic laws. I had no chance: she was traveling northbound on one of the side streets there and blew clean through her stop sign, right into my path. I swerved right and my left front bumper smashed hard into her left rear quarter-panel. Her car did two full revolutions and careened at full speed into a big tree across the street. I brought mine to a stop in someone’s yard. I ran over to see if she was OK, and I was not ready for what I saw. She hadn’t been wearing a seatbelt, and somehow she went over her steering wheel, face first into the windshield. Her face was so bloodied I wasn’t immediately sure if she were a man or a woman. A neighbor came out and called the police; this was before everyone had a cell phone. As the ambulance took her away and I sat with the Evanston police recounting the events, a commotion erupted on the street from which she’d come. Her son, a huge, hulking man, had become aware of his mother’s condition and was looking for the one who’d hit her. A cop put me into the cruiser and handled the situation with the enraged man (and his friends) beautifully, diffusing the anger at the moment, though it would linger in a lawsuit her son prosecuted (unsuccessfully) over the next two years. She died about two months later from the injuries she sustained that night, only regaining consciousness for a few brief periods during that time. She was old, and in poor health, and what ultimately turned the lawsuit in my favor was that she had been on powerful medication which had side effects including blackouts. Maybe it’s a stretch to say I killed her; the courts clearly felt I did not. Maybe the medicine did, maybe old age did, maybe having a shitheaded, money-grubbing son did. 

Z: I did the math. The constellation Capricornus is comprised of 104 stars according to Wikipedia. I’m not an astronomer, so I was surprised to learn tonight that it’s very difficult to estimate the mass of distant, non-binary stars. (But I was glad to learn it.) Turns out that most of the stars in that constellation are of classes much larger and brighter than our sun; this stands to reason, given that they are pretty far away but we can still see them. For the purposes of this argument, I’m going to assume that each of those stars has mass equivalent to 50 of our suns. That gets them all up into the hypergiant area, huge!, which they’re all surely not, but work with me here. Using Newton’s gravitational law (F = Gm₁m₂/r²), I plugged in this assumed mass for each star, a mass of 86 kg for myself, and the distances to each star, calculating the gravitational force each of those stars (if they were hypergiants) exerts on little old me. And then I added those forces up. Now, the stars are along several different vectors, spreading across 19º of decilnation and 2 arc-hours of ascension, so there’s some kind of vector math to do if I want to be super tidy about this, but I don’t. This bit is already wearing pretty thin. So the sum of all those gravitational forces from all those stars, acting on 86 kg me, given a whole bunch of hand waving around vector math and stellar mass, is about 40 piconewtons, or about the amount of force it takes to break a single hydrogen bond in a single molecule. Maybe that can change the course of history, maybe not. But I’m not one to completely deromanticize astrology, either. Because another force—electromagnetic—emanates from those same stars. And those photons can land on my retinas and knock loose the odd electron, which can in turn trigger many important electrical and chemical reactions in the organ a few inches behind those photons’ final destination, and indeed, the effects there can change history. Good enough for me.