I'm Going To Tell You A Secret

road trip rules according to megan whalen turner (spoilers)

1. beat up your traveling companions. just fucking pound each other
2. bring along a burly, stoic soldier
2a. said soldier must die, at least for a while 
3. tell each other god stories with secret significance 
4. smell pretty bad and take baths outside of an inn
5. slide down multiple rocky cliffs
6. must be bffs by the end of the trip. if you’re not keep going 
7. make sure you’re keeping a big secret

Let me tell you a secret. No one is ever ready for anything. Everyone is just stumbling along, pretending that they know what they’re doing and where they’re going, because if they can convince everyone else that they have a plan, they’re one step closer to convincing themselves.
—  from an unfinished story #741
Rumor
  • Minho: There's a rumor going around, you know.
  • You: What rumor?
  • Minho: Apparently there's this guy who really likes you but doesnt have the guts to tell you.
  • You: Who is it?
  • Minho: He'd kill me if I told you.
  • You: I thought we were best friends.
  • Minho: He's also one of my best friends.
  • You: Minho, you're only other best friends are Thomas, and Newt and it's definitely not one of them.
  • -
  • Thomas: Hey (Y/N), I heard about the guy who's in love with you.
  • You: Oh, so he's in love with me?
  • Newt: No he isnt.
  • You: Can't you shanks just admit that there is no guy. If there were, you'd at the least give me a name.
  • Thomas: Mm, no names. But you know him. *winks*
  • (walk away)
  • You: I know everyone in the bloody glade.
  • -
  • Minho: Do you want to know more about your secret admirer?
  • You: Not really.
  • Minho: And why not?
  • You: Because you shanks are playing with me.
  • -
  • Newt: You alright?
  • You: *laughs* Just doing my best to stay away from the boys and their secret admirer crap.
  • Newt: Don't think you have one?
  • You: Have you met the boys? Of course not. Besides if there were, I dont understand why he wouldn't talk to me.
  • Newt: Maybe he's afraid you won't like him back.
  • You: How will he ever know if he wont talk to me?
  • Newt: Give the shank a break, he's a shy one.
  • You: So you know him?
  • Newt: *under his breath* Better than you'd think.
  • -
  • You: The hints you gave me about the guy.. Are they true?
  • Minho: Yeah he's a shy dude, one of my best friends and won't shut up about you when you're not around.
  • You: I think I have a clue about who it is.
  • Minho: It's not all that hard to tell if your pay attention to the way he looks at you.
  • You: What if it's the guy I'm thinking of?
  • Minho: I think you know exactly who he is, (Y/N).
  • -
  • You: Guess what? I found out who the secret admirer is.
  • Newt: Oh..how?
  • You: Doesn't matter. Do you think now I know he'll grow a pair and ask me out?
  • Newt: If he does, will you say yes?
  • You: Only if he stops referring to himself in the third person.
  • Newt: Okay (Y/N), would you like to go out with me?
  • You: Y'know I always had a thing for boys with accents.

Hi my name is Jesse McCree and I have a gun called Peacekeeper (that’s how I got my name) and a cool hat and a serape and brown eyes that look like the dirt and a lot of people tell me I look like Clint Eastwood (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!) I’m not related to Gabriel Reyes but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a cowboy but I’m like a cool cowboy. I have tan skin. I’m also a member of Overwatch and I go to a secret base called Gibraltar which is in Spain where I’m a veteran (I’m thirty-seven). I’m a cowboy (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly western. I love Country Outfitter and I buy all my clothes there. For example today I was wearing my red serape with my hat on my head and my super cool belt buckle. I was smoking outside of Gibraltar. The sun was setting, which I was very happy about. A weird japanese man on a cliff stared at me. I shot a bullet at him.

Hufflepuff x Hufflepuff friendships: They’re waking up in glorious light, the gentle, tripping peace of the morning. They’re unexpected gestures, food or thoughts or blankets for the cold. They’re compliments, smiles turning skyward, thumbs dragged over soft skin, let me know you get home safe texts. They’re running through flower fields in the spring, hurricane petals fuelling runaway hearts, maps and compasses that always point back to home. They’re pulling you closer, letting you in, trusting you with your barely-there breath on their neck. They’re sun cracked smiles, flowers blooming in the palms of your hands. They’re eyes so soft they could be made of silk, kiss-bitten lips and cheeks made of roses. They’re the first easy breath after years of suffocation, knowing that whatever happens, you’re going to be okay because they’re beside you.

Hufflepuff x Gryffindor friendships: they’re blanket forts with secret passwords, a world built up from nothing. They’re laughter late at night, choked noises when you know you should be silent. They’re back to back, spinning, a wild desire to protect, to love, to have forever, not just today. They’re boxes overflowing with memories: cards and pressed flowers and lipsticks from first kisses you don’t really remember. They’re smiles wider than the sky, promising the universe if it means having each other: the sun, the stars, the flowers, the moon. They’re giddy, excitable, endless, maddening fun; the beauty of innocence embodied in the breath between your lungs. They’re hiding but always being found, secrets neither of you can keep. They’re falling asleep under a mountain of words- dreams and adventures and the promise of a better world tomorrow.

Hufflepuff x Ravenclaw friendships: they’re constellations made by far away stars, places you haven’t visited yet. They’re hiding in empty swimming pools, night spilled fracture lines, light reflected through a broken mirror. They’re staying up too late and waking up too early, weary yawns into knuckles and kisses pressed onto delicate palms. They’re smiles like spun sugar at breakfast, seeing the universe reflected in each other’s eyes, reading poetry from lips shaded pink. They’re gasping breaths when no one else can hear, hiding hurt no one else can see. They’re talking pain into silk, weaving misery into tapestries stained with desperate last words: I love you, I need you, why wasn’t I enough? They’re picking up pieces of each other and examining them, studying them, dusting them off and putting them together again. They’re arm in arm, skipping, dancing to a rhythm neither of you can hear yet. They’re reaching, reaching, stretching across the void, pulling back, pulling in, safe in each other’s arms.

Hufflepuff x Slytherin friendships: they’re knees pulled up to your chest, hushed whispers in the early morning. They’re a hand at the base of your spine, subtle touches, smiles, small and fleeting. They’re silence hanging through water, eyes closed, warm, gentle, calm, safe. They’re slamming books down, lightning cracking the sky, thunder rolling in your breath. They’re losing oxygen, hurricane hearts and lungs swimming with poetry. They’re still, so still, static thought made art on canvas skin. They’re pulling back, helping up, balancing on someone’s shoulders. They’re secret meetings in dusk-hushed corridors, tears when you can’t hold them in. They’re light crossing the sky in the early morning: possibilities pressed gently into the palm of your hand. They’re reaching for someone and knowing that they won’t let go- not unless you tell them to.

anonymous asked:

I think one of the things I love about you is how unapologetic you are about loving stuff, but also you're kinda sneaky and strategic about it- love a character/series nobody's heard about? draw so much and so well people look 'em up. love a character who most people don't understand or have a biased opinion of? draw balanced narratives allowing for empathy about 'em. love an obscure ship? dRAW

now this just looks like I killed you before you managed to spill the final secret of getting people on board with obscure ships what am I going to tell the cops

Birthday Wish || Jeon Jungkook

Genre: Smut, Fluff 

Words: 2,555

 A/N: ayo! I’m such a hoe. Fun fact about me, jungkook is like a dirty little secret to me. I will tell everyone that he’s not my type but dear god, whatta man. 😍 fun fact #2, I’m still a big hoe. If you want something, go ahead and request it! 

P.s.- thank you guys so much for loving my Jimin smut xD also, thank you to @flakandforay for putting it on the weekly recommendation post! ^-^ *blushes profusely*  

 - admin courtneycat 

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Originally posted by jeonify

 "Happy birthday day dear Y/N,“ Hoseok’s arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer to the cake, "Happy birthday to you! Wooo!” The cake was pink, with white frosted lettering- hopefully chocolate inside. You peaked a glance at Jin and gave him a mental ‘thank you’ because you knew he was the one who made the cake. He winked back at you. 

 "Y/N! Make a wish! You have to make a wish!“ Taehyung yelled from across the table. His boxy smile was contagious and you couldn’t help but smile back at the boy. Closing your eyes you thought about all the things you could wish for. Money, love, success, etc. Hmm. The possibilities are endless, really. You opened your eyes back up and had made eye contact with the boy seated across from you. 

 Jeon Jungkook. 

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8

“Sir Francis, he was a figurehead of great courage and bold exploits. No one like him ever existed in my family. Why do you think I drink? Because I know I’ll never be like him.”

Stelliums
  • 1st House: Probably has a lot of mirrors, "I woke up like this", says "me" or "same" to everything, just focused on finding themselves, tries to be positive
  • 2nd House: Blankets and cookies 24/7, v pretty clothes, probably Netflix binges, obsessed with saving or spending money, "If you're not talking money, I don't want to talk"
  • 3rd House: Never shuts up, probably an English major, reads a lot, highkey nerd, "So I read this article today-"
  • 4th House: At home a lot, doesn't feel safe most of the time, v private, finds everything cute, is the mom friend, just wants to be held
  • 5th House: Partying/clubbing 24/7, v dramatic, "The world is my stage", loves kids and pets, has a lot of love to give
  • 6th House: Probably has a studyblr, workaholic, pretends to be healthy but probably binges in private, hypochondriac, lots of complaining, "I like organizing and planning what's wrong with that????"
  • 7th House: Constantly around people, highkey clingy, "Hey wanna come to __ with me? I don't want to go alone", really into romantic shit, "I thought of you when I heard this!"
  • 8th House: Looks like death, lots and lots of secrets, "I'll tell you later" (Doesn't actually), probably a witch, lowkey freak, sexsexsexsex
  • 9th House: Wanderlust, "Sorry that isn't politically correct, you should-", "Have you ever tried meditating?", probably a know-it-all, is really stubborn but somehow changes opinion a lot
  • 10th House: Always has to be on top, everyone knows who they are, wants a lot of money, puts on a show, "Sorry I'm only focused on my career at the moment"
  • 11th House: Friends with everyone, probably says "squad" a lot, just really focused on their dreams, likes to volunteer, "My friends are the most important thing in my life"
  • 12th House: Constantly confused, lots of crying (alone), "Sorry what did you say I wasn't listening", rly shy, alone most of the time, reallyreallyreally sweet and caring, CONFUSED, just wants to nap
10

Some Rodekil sketches I’ve been messing around with for about a week. Should have something good in store for these guys around Saturday or Sunday. 

If you have no idea what these guys are, they are my Rockin’ Band Children. You can find another pic of them here, or you can see @albusaquila ‘s art of Peter (the rabbit) over here

If any of y’all wanna know more about these guys drop a ask and I’ll try to answer without giving away the story in store for them. Aquila is also the coolest guy ever, for he is doing the majority of the writing for these kids. I’m just bouncing ideas around while he turns them into incredible story bits

“I say eighteen years,” Jyn, perched on the edge of the table.

“What? No way,” Cassian, leaning forward, focused.

Leaning back on his chair, Bodhi cleans his goggles.

“Well, they were Guardians before the Republic fell, weren’t they?” Jyn is insistent, “They must have had some sort of code against emotional attachments, like the Jedi.”

“Even so,” says Cassian, “It has to be longer than that. Looking at the way they interact, the subtlety of the touches, the shorthand… I say twenty-four, twenty-five years.”

“You’re not using your intelligence-gathering skills for this, are you?”

“Well, it’s not like I can just switch it off!”

“But it’s an unfair advantage!”

Cassian brushes her off and turns his attention to the pilot.

“What about you, Bodhi? What do you reckon?”

“Thirty-two years,” he says calmly.

Then, seeing as the other two are looking at him with raised eyebrows, he adds:

“Give or take. Probably dated for like… five years before that? I’m just guessing.”

“Shit, they’re coming. Credits on the table, boys!” says Jyn in a whisper.

Each of them throws a handful of credit chips on the table.

“Alright, spit it out,” says Baze, walking up to their corner of the mess hall, “the three of you have been staring at us for the last fifteen minutes.”

“I told you,” says Chirrut lightly, “their intentions are pure.”

“I don’t trust your definition of pure. And , in any case, it’s annoying. So what is it?”

Jyn elbows Cassian in the ribs to get him to do the talking.

“Well, we were just wondering… How long the two of you have been together.”

“Married, you mean?”

Jyn nods vigorously.

“Well, we became involved when I was sixteen, Chirrut was fifteen.”

“The bit about no emotional attachments was never really a rule. More like advice,” Chirrut answers Jyn’s unvoiced question.

“Very strong advice,” says Baze.

“Well, we were always unorthodox.”

Chirrut smiles at Baze, who leans in to give him a quick kiss.

“Anyway, we were married some five years later, so that makes it… thirty-two years?”

“Just about.”

Cassian and Jyn’s jaws drop, and they apparently decide to give up on hiding their secret. Both turn to Bodhi.

“What?!”

“How did you know?!”

“Unbelievable!”

The two wail and stomp off, grumbling about “two hundred credits!”.

Meanwhile, Bodhi leans forward on the table and gathers his precious winning.

“Guess that means these are mine now.”

“So,” says Chirrut grinning, “are you going to tell them you were born and raised in Jedha City, and that the marriage of two Guardians of the Whills made city-wide news?”

“Eventually,” he says, counting his chips.

Agents of SHIELD season 5 preview
  • Coulson: you're probably wondering why you're here
  • Mack: Sir, you do realize that 'here' is outer space, right?
  • Fitz: and prison
  • Simmons: I shouldn't be here. I already spent 6 months in space. I've done my time. My space time.
  • Daisy: you better have a great excuse for us being up here because there's no reception up here and my Twitter followers need me
  • Coulson: I have something very important to tell you all, so I thought we might go on a little vacation to soften the blow
  • Simmons: A vacation in space?
  • Yo-Yo: A vacation in prison?
  • Coulson: if you'll let me finish, I need you all to know. I have a secret. A really big secret. You're going to be really shocked when you find out. It's a huge secret.
  • Coulson: Everyone, I'm sorry, but- You're all adopted.
  • Daisy: are you kidding me
  • Coulson: no, I'm sorry, as hard as it is to believe I'm afraid it's true.
  • Daisy: you took us all to outer space to tell us we're adopted?
  • Coulson: Yes, I did
  • Daisy: you took us to a freaking asteroid belt to tell us, a 28 year old half-Asian hacker, two 30-year old British scientists, a 35-year old African American muscle god and your Colombian foreign exchange student that we aren't your biological children?
  • Coulson: Yes.
  • Daisy:
  • Fitz:
  • Simmons:
  • Mack:
  • Yo-Yo:
  • Coulson:
  • ...
  • Coulson: and I'm not entirely sure how to get home so make of that what you will
Being scared together
  • Jon: Damian, are you ever really afraid of anything?
  • Damian: ...maybe.
  • Jon: It's just the two of us. You can tell me.
  • Damian: I fear that there will be a night when my father doesn't come home. That this time, he's not just going to lose his memories, there won't be a Chaos Shard to revive him or that there won't even be a body to place in a Lazarus Pit. That without me knowing it, he might just end up another bloodstain on broken concrete, just like Drake. Not even anything left of him to mourn over.
  • Jon: That's horrible! I'm sorry I asked...
  • Damian: You don't get a free pass. It's your turn to tell me yours.
  • Jon: Well, I keep thinking about why my dad and I have to try so hard to keep our identity secret. I get it now...people will know I'm different. They might call me an alien, they might call me a hero. But because they know I'm not like them, they won't see who I am. That to them, I won't be a boy, I won't be a kid named Jon Kent. I'm scared that to them, I won't even have a name, that I don't deserve to even have a name, or friends, or school or anything, because I'm not one of them after all. That I'm not human, and that I don't deserve to live like one.
  • Damian: Ironic. I fear the ignominy of death while you fear life without living. We're just a pair of scared boys, aren't we?
  • Jon: I guess. But you know what? Telling you about my fears and hearing about yours makes me feel better. Like, I know I'm not alone, I'm not the only one who's scared. It's like if you're there with me, I know I can be brave.
  • Damian: -TT- if being scared together gives us the courage we need, then I hope you're prepared to deal with me for the rest of your life.
  • Jon: You know, that doesn't sound so bad...