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“Your family’s gone, Rick, same as mine. That bridge… It’s not the future. It’s a monument to the dead. You’re not saving the world, Rick. You’re just getting it ready for me.”

Commission for the lovely @takigakure ❤️ 

Thank you for commissioning me!! 

buttertyrant  asked:

Woo! Congrats on the milestone! Drarry - "That's easier said than done."

Easier Said Than Done, Harry/Draco, 350 words, rated T for an almost-kiss

Harry is struggling through N.E.W.T. level potions even though he knows his spot in next year’s Auror training class is secure. Unfortunately, despite his temporary access to Snape’s notes during sixth year, he hasn’t much improved at potions.

“Merlin, Potter, all you have to do is stir the potion until it turns translucent, then add the occamy eggs,” Malfoy says from the other side of their workbench. He is doing the undoubtedly more difficult task of removing the seed pods from the dragon’s breath peppers, and so Harry really shouldn’t complain, but the potion already seems pretty see-through to Harry, so he’s not sure what he’s looking for.

“That’s easier said than done,” he says, and to his surprise, Malfoy just rolls his eyes and moves closer so he can keep an eye on their potion, and tell Harry when to move on to the next step.

“Up for a Seeker’s game?” Malfoy calls, as the others are leaving the pitch. They just finished two pick up matches, but it’s not dark yet; Harry can beat Malfoy to the Snitch and still make it inside for dinner.

“Alright,” Harry says, turning. “If you think you’ll still be able to see.”

“I only have to see better than you,” Malfoy says, but the jibe about his glasses comes out teasing, not mean. “I only have to see the Snitch first.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Harry tells him, then takes off in a feint, Malfoy laughing behind him.

The last night of school, and Harry’s sitting by the Great Lake with Malfoy. It’s not where he would have expected to be, but he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

“I don’t want the way we were this year to end,” he admits. He’s afraid unexpected friendship, teetering on the edge of something more, is too new to stand up to the world.

“It doesn’t have to,” Malfoy whispers. Then, softer. “You should kiss me.”

Harry turns to meet his nervous silver eyes. “That’s easier said than done.”

“No it’s not,” Malfoy says, and reaches out to kiss him.

anonymous asked:

23. For the kiss prompt? Hiccstrid of course

23. A kiss that tastes of the food/dessert they are eating.

From this post

I have a headcanon that Astrid doesn’t like to share food. This kind of goes along with that. LOL 

“What happened to the last cookie?” Astrid asked, glaring daggers at the back of her husband’s head. 

Hiccup’s eyes grew wide and were filled with terror. She noticed

He gently put his pencil down on the table with a shaky hand before turning around to face his wife. He tried his best to put on an innocent face, but Astrid saw right through it. Two years of marriage and almost ten years of friendship meant that Astrid could read the young chief like an open book. 

Hiccup smiled at her with a gap-toothed grin, “Toothless. Toothless ate it.” He spit out quickly and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, something he did when he was embarrassed and lying

Astrid crossed her arms and the tapping of her foot against the wooden floor was the loudest sound in the room. That and Hiccup’s beating heart which only grew faster with each passing second. 

Hiccup tried to swallow the frightened lump in the back of his throat as he watched his wife saunter across the room. He stopped breathing the second she placed her small hands on his shoulder and leaned down so they were now face to face. Amused blue stared into terrified green. 

“Is that so?” Astrid asked him, a half smile spread across her lips. 

Hiccup nodded. Her face inched closer, and he could feel her warm breath on his face. It sent a chill down his spine. 

“I tried to stop him…” his eyes looked at her soft lips that were slowly inching closer and closer to his, clouding his mind. 

He hummed as her lips touched his. It was a soft and gentle kiss at first. Just a touch. Hiccup’s eyes were closed, still enjoying the feeling of her lips lightly resting against his so he didn’t see the mischevious smiled spread across her face. She pressed her lips against his once more, this time a little harder. And then a little harder. 

She tasted chocolate. And sugar. And then a hint of cinnamon. She sighed, and not because Hiccup had just bit her bottom lip with great fervor, but because she could taste the sweetness of her mother’s cookies. 

She kissed him back once more, her lips crushed against his before pulling away and licking her sweet red swollen lips. Hiccup was disappointed; obviously not ready for her to pull back so soon. He reached for her, ready to pull her back to him when she slapped his hand away. 

And he knew by the scowl on her face that he’d been caught. 


my contribution to @swrebelsminibang, master & padawan having a heart-to-heart at the medbay

as depicted in @fireynovacat‘s Aftermath !

The Witch and The Mermaid

@zacharandom as part 1 of his birthday gift


river vc: from now on we’re using codenames. you will address me as kiss queen

max ( @druggys ) is been there done that. the doctor ( @incrediblechange ) is currently doing that. the doctor ( @strcngwomxn ) is also currently doing that. river ( @youmoveon ) is better than a mirror. rose ( @blondechav ) is happened in a dream once. lady ( @moonpleaded ) is if asked nicely. lucy ( @faithfultm ) is if i had to pick a wife. the doctor ( @burnsyourhand ) is doesn’t want to admit it. jack ( @harknesstm ) is totally doesn’t remember it. and the master ( @masterist ) is…eagle 2.

river vc: you’re next.

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and mum and dad.

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Endlessly (600+ Milestone “Drabble”)


A/N: Thanks so much for sending it in!!! I’m very excited for this! Tbh I haven’t listened to the song, but I feel like fluff is in order so 😂 

I hope you like what I did with it! Thanks so so much for being patient with me, JTG 😅

Warnings: None

Pairings: Reader x Jason Todd/Red Hood

Your professor called your name and you stood, collecting your notes and flashing a certain boyfriend sitting near the back a bright smile. Jason Todd, the man of your life, smiled back, if smaller and softer.

This class wasn’t a very big one with just under a hundred students in it, so you weren’t too nervous for the brief presentation you had to do…

Once you were standing on the platform your professor usually teaches on, you cleared your throat nervously. Your teacher gave you some words of encouragement, and your boyfriend was practically radiating support, so you straightened, fixed your flashcards, and started the presentation.

“Endlessly. Adverb. In a way that has or seems to have no end or limit.” You licked your lips, lifting your eyes from the index card and slipping your hand behind your back as you addressed the rest of your class. “Endlessly isn’t a word commonly used, nowadays. Instead we use words like forever, or eternal. Forever together, or eternal love. Yeah, they sound better, but why don’t we use endlessly in love?”

Your eyes flicked to Jason briefly and you caught his intrigued expression. You smiled to yourself as you looked away at the other class members and continued. “Well, maybe it’s because of the definition. In a way that has or seems to have no end or limit. We’re always on a quest for permanence, aren’t we? Words like forever or eternal have more of a permanent denotation and connotation to them, so it only makes sense that we would use them.

“Using the word endlessly means that there’s the chance we won’t have whatever it is we do forever and that is, to use an appropriate word, somewhat frightening for us. Stability is one thing we seek in our lives, no matter who we are. We always need someone or something to always be there for us, no matter what, hence forever, or eternal.

“That we use those words represents our rejection of temporary things. Like, we all want our grandparents or brother or sister to live forever. We all want something familiar to be with us for the duration of our lives.

“The tragedy is that many, many things in our lives aren’t eternal, no matter how hard we may wish it so. Eternal and forever are words that challenge mortality, whether or not you realize it. The definition of eternal is lasting or existing forever; without end or beginning. The definition of permanent is lasting or intended to last or remain unchanged indefinitely. In essence, the things we want to be forever or eternal, we want to be immortal.”

You paused here, trying to collect your thoughts as you glanced back down at the flash cards. Discretely, you wiped your sweaty palm on your jeans. This is taking a toll on your nerves, but they’re slowly getting better.

When you’re ready, you continue, looking back up at your audience.

“Immortality is something people have strived to achieve for thousands of years. Everyone wants someone or themselves to be immortal. We simply never want to die.”

You spared a glance over at Jason and when you caught sight of the pride and love in his gaze your heart swelled and it encouraged you to keep going better than any words could. 

“But what’s the point in achieving immortality; of never dying?”

Someone raised their hand. You nodded at them and they said, “Well, to live forever and do whatever the hell we want to,” earning some chuckles.

“Okay,” you acknowledged, “thank you. But once you’ve done everything there is to do?”

The person didn’t reply and you smiled again. “Exactly. What is the point in living forever, if everything is going to become boring? There isn’t one. Everything, after time, becomes normal to you. Technology advancing, culture developing, etcetera. What’s the point to life without death?”

And… that’s it. That’d been where you finished it.

The room was silent and you looked to your professor. “Uh… I’m done,” you whispered over to him.

Slowly, a large grin broke across his face and he stood, applauding. You blushed madly when you heard everyone else join in, and especially when you heard Jason whooping.

“Thank you, [L/n]. That was a beautiful presentation, and an extremely insightful one at that.” Your professor chuckled. “Especially when I simply gave you the instructions to write a presentation on a word of your choosing. You’d think I asked you what he meaning of life was.”

You blushed further and some chuckles resonated throughout the room as you hurried for your seat.

After class you were walking home with Jason, and he had an arm over your shoulder.

“Hey, [F/n],” he suddenly spoke.

You glanced up at him. “Yeah?”

Jason smiled down at you, shifting to stand entirely behind you and resting his chin on your head, his other arm snaking around you. “Have I ever told you just how fucking brilliant you are? ‘Cause you’re a genius, babe.”

“No I’m not.” Despite your answer you blushed at his praise. “Your presentation was amazing too. So was everyone else’s.”

He shook his head. “Yeah, but yours was stupendous, and you know I hate saying that word because of how completely stupid it sounds.”

You giggled, cheeks and ears heating up further. “Shut up, it wasn’t that good.”

“You’re right. It was better. There’s no way to describe it.” You felt his lips press against your hair and turned to look up at him. You’d stopped walking a few seconds ago and now gazed into his brilliant green eyes as he held your [E/C] gaze.

“Jason,” you whispered. “It wasn’t that good, babe, how many times do I need to tell you that?”

He humed, pressing his forehead against yours and snaking his arms around your waist. “You can say it all you want, doll. It won’t change how amazing it was, or how fucking smart you are, or how lucky I am to call you my girlfriend.”

You couldn’t say the kiss that followed surprised you as you slid your arms around his neck.

When you broke apart for air, Jason continued pressing gentle kisses to your forehead.

“I love you, Jason,” you murmured into his shirt.

“I love you too, doll.”

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No one ever made a difference by being like everyone else.

The Greatest Showman requested by @thiddlestonismyknight

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Another fanart of @emiza ‘s fic Without that mask

I really had this picture since August, Like, after a long fight or a patrol, Sparrow goes and buy coffee and they go to drink it in a roof.

marimsun  asked:

Hello! I don't know if you're over 25 reqs or not, but if not, can i have a Baekhyun + established relationship au + jealousy + can you shut up for five minutes, please? drabble please? I hope this is not like super repetetive/super boring 😕(if you don't want to do it it's totally fine) Thank you so much in advence for doing the challange even if my request doesn't get to be done! 💕

→ established relationship au + jealousy + “can you shut up for five minutes, please?”

word count: 575

At first, Baekhyun’s slight obsession over this rivalry was funny, but now it was just immature. You were pretty sure that this far into the game, Sehun was just showing off to get a rise out of him, which seemed to amuse him to no end. There was absolutely no reason for Baekhyun to be jealous over you spending time with Sehun. After all, you had been friends long before you’d started seeing Baekhyun, and you knew that their animosity going years back was what was actually fueling this, more than any concern over Sehun trying to steal you away.  

Sehun, though, was definitely trying to make it seem like he was trying to steal you away, and he had that slight grin on his face that told you he was about to do something you would not like. He insisted on walking you up to your apartment, even though he always dropped you off at the gate - you had a feeling it was because you’d mentioned in passing that Baekhyun was home. 

You unlocked the door, calling out, “Babe, I’m back!”

Baekhyun poked his head out of the kitchen, turning a bright smile to face you. Then his eyes landed on Sehun, and the excitement dropped off his face before anything else could be said. 

That was cue for Sehun to sling his arm around your shoulder and lean down so his words were for your ears only. “Man, he’s so easy.” He flicked the side of your head teasingly and backed away. “Good night, Y/N, Baekhyun.” 

The second the door shut behind him, you turned around, barely concealing your annoyance. Baekhyun’s jaw twitched, and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Care to explain?”

“Me? What do I have to explain for?” You dropped your bag on the dining table as you stormed past, heading straight for the bathroom so you could change out of the day’s clothes. “This is between you two. I’m not doing anything wrong, and you both are acting like children.”

“You let him come in, he puts his arm around you,” Baekhyun ticked them off an imaginary list in his hands, “I haven’t seen you all day, you canceled a date with me to go spend time with him on Thursday, he insults my car, to boot-”

“Can you shut up for five minutes, please?” You held one hand out, massaging your temple with the other. “I’m going to repeat, I’ve done nothing wrong, you are totally acting like a child, and the car needs reupholstering, anyway.” 

His mouth dropped open petulantly. “It’s vintage!”

“Good night, Baekhyun,” you huffed. 

“Wait, Y/N,” he caught up to you, a hand landing on your shoulder as he turned you around to face him. “I’m sorry. You’re right, I am acting like a child.” 

You cast your eyes up to the ceiling. “I’m glad you realized.”

“It’s just…you know I hate him, Y/N.” 

“And I’m supposed to stop seeing my childhood best friend because of that?” You shook your head. “I thought we were past jealousy.”

“Okay, I’m sorry, I’ll try being nice,” he said, wrapping his arms around your neck and kissing the side of your cheek. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you said, and as always, the touch of him relaxed you. Your face softened into a smile. “Thank you.” 

He kissed you again. “Anything for you.” Then you felt him frown. “But only if you make him apologize about the car.”

[drabble game]