after a long day of picking flowers

The Ultimate Positivity Post

Things that make me happy

- drinking green tea
- friday nights
- reading books on rainy days
- no homework
- discovering a new tv show
- waking up early but refreshed
- running down the street when no one’s looking
- washing my hair
- smiling at strangers on the bus
- spending time alone
- wandering around my hometown
- watching the stars
- the smell of old dusty books
- being wrapped up in a blanket on a cold night
- talking with someone who understands
- lying on the grass & cloud watching
- picking up flowers
- hiking
- endless hot showers
- first snow
- understanding something in maths
- being able to look at myself in the mirror
- writing in a journal
- the smell after rain
- listening to music
- watching sunrise
- breakfasts in bed
- adventures
- finding the courage to open up to someone
- crawling into bed after a long hard day
- day dreaming
- breathing in the cold air after a long run
- taking bubble bath
- wind in my hair
- falling in love with life

other versions of sunshine:
  • lying on a sunflower field with muddy feet and giddy heart, the weather is humid, your eyes are dozing, and you feel the coolness of sunflower leaves and grasses on your back.
  • watching the waves on the ocean dancing in rhythm, its serene sound harmonizing miraculously on your ears and you feel the water kissing your legs
  • waking up on the wrong side of the bed yet seeing your cute dog still sleeping so soundly, solemnity and the smell of lavender candles in your room
  • picking strawberries and trimming bushes on a fine, fine weather while wearing a cute straw hat with an embroidered flower on the right, and a cute yellow dress
  • the collection of happy memories in a cute bottle with sands from all over and seashells, jar painted with mustard yellow and a pink ribbon
  • smelling like an angel while having a lush bubble bath after a long, tiring day and sleeping on a newly changed sheets
  • hot chocolate and black coffee on a winter evening, eating christmas cookies while dipping it in a chocolate, and smelling like a bakery
  • knitting cute things and embroidering on new stuff while smelling like orange after peeling heaps of pomegranate for grandma
  • smelling like paint after working on a nice sheet of canvas, drawing multiple strangers, sketching cute sceneries, and having paint smudges all over your fave shirt because of acrylic.
  • classical music in a coffee shop while waiting for somebody special (may or may not be a friend) smelling like a cup of coffee and embracing the solemnity of the atmosphere
Malec Fanfic Rec! 2.0

Here I am again with a list too long for those who are Malec Trash.

Since this fandom loves drama (the unnecesary one) this list contains lots of that, with tears, angst, happy endings and everything in between in these Malec writing goodies, that hopefully can appeased those who wants drama and those who really are looking for good fanfiction to bear this hiatus.

And all the love to these amazing writers that can bring everything above and more with just a few words and make you sit still until the end of the chapter and make you want more

My stalking skills are a little rusty and there’s a few authors that I could’t find their blog. So, for whoever read this and knows the author and tag them, that would be very much appreciated.

A Kind of Magic by thegaminebruise

“I’m a warlock.”

“Are we roleplaying? Because you know I’m down, but I would really like some time to prepare and, like, flesh out my character, maybe write down some major story points. I don’t know if –”

Or, Magnus tells Alec about his magic.

A Lesson in Love by CobaltCorvus

Alec should have known he was doomed from the moment he decided to ask Magnus Bane for help.

A Tail to Tell by CobaltCorvus

Magnus dresses like a work of art, there’s always something new to see every time you look, and Alec is a tad disappointed he didn’t notice this little detail before.

Animal by lbrt_audrey

Based on the song Animals, by Maroon 5.

Magnus description of Alec, his touch, his body … everything that made him feel.

As long as there’s the two of us, we’ve got the world and all it’s charms. By Taliehere

And when the world is through with us,
we’ve got each other’s arms

At first Alec doesn’t notice, but Clary does.

Better for You by @zrdu

Magnus’ and Alec’s relationship comes to a sudden halt when Maryse interferes. They both try to cope without each other.

Blame The Tequila by @scarlett-ice

Alec took a sip of his coffee as he tapped on the message inbox and nearly spat it back out again at the sight that greeted him. He had to be dreaming, hallucinating, because that…that wasn’t Mark’s name at the top. Alec blinked a few times, even put down his coffee to pinch himself, but nothing changed. It still wasn’t Mark’s name.

It was Magnus’.

He’d sent the message to Magnus Bane. He’d sent a flirty shirtless picture to his boss.

Caffeinated Wolves by @softmagnusbane

“They’re really good” finally turning to face the barista Magnus feels his mouth go dry. The man behind the counter is gorgeous: pink lips, cheekbones slightly flushed, mesmerizing hazel eyes, surely a model on the side…maybe he could model Magnus’ clothes, or, model his suddenly inspired underwear collection. He’ll have to get right on that.

Coffee Shop Dalliance by @imawriteriwrite

Everyone who worked at and frequented J&L Coffee knew two things for sure. The first was that Simon under no circumstances should be allowed anywhere near the expensive coffee machines unless they wanted to destroy the coffee shop. The second was that the beautiful glittery man that sat in the front corner of the shop every day sketching and the dark-haired boy who sat in the back corner reading (and happened to be Isabelle the barista’s brother) were made for each other.

Also known as: the one where Magnus and Alec have been pining over each other across a crowded coffee shop for eight months and Isabelle is tired of it.

Devotion by @jezthemadficster

Magnus Bane is one of the most well respected and loved professors at Edom Hall University, but although he adores his students and fellow faculty, he likes to keep his private life …private. The mystery surrounding his life intrigues everyone at the University but the intrigue picks up to another level with the arrival of flowers one day.

Differences by @theonetruenorth

Five times that Alec is taller/bigger than Magnus and one time he isn’t.

Five People That Heard Magnus’ Ringtone for Alec and One Time Alec Heard It Himself (and Shared His Own) by darkangel86

The fact that it took as long as it did for Jace to hear Magnus’ ringtone for Alec was surprising. After all, the blonde Shadowhunter had been living in the loft for well over a month before it finally happened.

Freud is a Dick by @sanctuaryforalluniverses

He, Alec Lightwood, had just sent his boss, Magnus Bane, a dick pic. Of someone else’s dick.

Fleeing the country would not even begin to be enough of a response to this.

Glitter and Misunderstandings by Torius Armitage (VictoriaSkyeMarsters)

He had tried. When he was nearer Clary’s age, he had not held back in his efforts to be wooed, but whenever the courtship took its turn for the serious and permanent, Magnus would retreat, realizing he felt empty inside in regards to the suitor. And he would not settle for emptiness. He yearned for genuine, overwhelming, inescapable love, like the heroines and heroes of the novels he consumed. Why sentence oneself to a life absent of magic? But Magnus was learning, after years of lackluster options, that the magic he sought, in his world anyway, was nowhere to be found.

In other words, Pride and Prejudice drenched in glitter.

Hard Choices by heartsdesire456

Even before arriving at the house where Clary and Alec had gone to meet the Warlock that was supposed to be bringing back their mother, Jace could tell that something was very wrong.

Note: this fic is HEAVY. The contain of it is not for everyone. First of all, it has male pregnancy, a lot of angst, torture at some point, discussion of abortion, rape not described but it’s there, I think there’s panic attacks at some point. I feel obliged to say it because anyone can see this post and feel triggered for this. I put it in here, anyway, because this fic is worth it, because the author makes it bearable and for me, the author is cautios for some topics in the fic. For those who can’t really digest this kind of fics, don’t even click it, please, just keep scrolling and find a fic that you really like, and for those who knows the author and knows the writings, I really suggest to give it a chance because it was very well written.

Hold On, We’re Going Home by @unorthodoxpartofyourworld

At Esther’s request, Alec begins his foray into the mundane world so he can be a believable Matthew Daddario.

He sees something he can’t really unsee.

(This is a companion piece to Soul Glitch, you should probably go read that first so you generally understand what’s going on. Takes place right after Chapter 3)

Honey, i’m home by Shorty

Magnus gives him a once over as he steps out of the elevator, and for a second Alec lets himself believe that it’s flirtatious.

Of course, that’s all dashed seconds later as Magnus disappears through the door to his apartment with a loud, happy, “babe, I’m home!”

Or, in which misunderstandings are made.

Hoodie by @alec-dark-wood 

It’s soft and fluffy and the first time Magnus sees it,he has to backtrack and take a closer look.He walks towards the grey lump slowly,hardly daring to believe what it could be.

Hopefully it’s Enough by onihunter305

Magnus could tell something was wrong with Alec from the moment he touched his elbow outside of the Institute. He could feel the tremors that shook his body. He knew Alec needed someone to take care of him, and even though he was momentarily distracted by Alec’s declaration of love, he was going to make sure he took care of the man he loved.

I can do that by @softmagnusbane

Prompt: soulmate au where the first time you touch you both get a vivid mental image of the other’s biggest kink.

I Love You, Too by parabacrybaby

This takes place the morning after the morning of the battle in the winter finale of season 2A.

I’ll make you (beg for mercy) by thesorrowoflizards

Magnus wears body glitter. Alec appreciates this very, very much.

Inspired by combining three one-word prompts: softly, strawberries, and glitter

It’s nothing by @steakandvodka 

Alec is pretty sure someone, or something, is stalking him. He just isn’t sure if it’s an innocent kitten, or something a bit more malicious than that.

In this world, Alec is the one to find their pet cat and bring it home to Magnus.

Kids in the Kitchen by @perpetual-j0urney

“It’s Alec Lightwood,” He finally said, after another moment of hesitation. Then, both sets of puppy eyes were locked on Magnus once again and waiting for his answer.
More than a few customers turned to look at the outburst as both boys pulled away from Magnus and simultaneously cried, “But Papa!”


Magnus Bane liked to believe he was a good father, but there were just some requests that one could not grant their kids. For instance, a good dad wouldn’t let their child crawl into a lion’s cage to pet the furry kitty. Alternatively, a good dad also wouldn’t bring their kids to a cooking class taught by the angriest chef on the Food Network.

Kiss With A Fist by @clockworkswans

When agent Alec Lightwood is given his first kill hit, he doesn’t expect much trouble. Of course, he also doesn’t expect it to be a cheerful assassin who lands him in a whole load of trouble.
Enter Magnus Bane: an assassin turned thief who reluctantly teams up with Alec - and The Clave - after he pisses off a very important and powerful crime boss, Valentine Morgenstern.
In a world of violence and unjust laws, can the two put aside their differences and work together?
Aka: in which Alec is sent to kill Magnus, doesn’t, and then really wishes he had. (but not really).
Enemies to friends to lovers.

Never felt that type of fear before by creativitea

The risk of his heart in Magnus’s hands is worth it, compared to the risk that would lie in keeping it hidden. He trusts Magnus with it more than himself, and he needs him to know; even if it’s a bad idea. The risk of Magnus not knowing is worse than the risk of it being out in the open.

New Neighbor by Chrystie, kate882

Alec Lightwood isn’t the most social person in the world, but his new neighbor is ridiculously attractive so he makes an effort. It’s too bad Magnus seems to think that Alec is married to his best friend.

Nobody says that anymore by vomitingwords

Magnus is over 300 years old and Alec is okay with that. Sometimes more often than not

Oh darling (put your arms around me) by thesorrowoflizards

Also known as: Six times Magnus doesn’t dare initiate physical affection, two times he doesn’t even think about it

Pardon the Interruption by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

But one thing they could never seem to fix was how often they got interrupted whenever they did have time to spend together. It seemed as if no one in the entire shadow world could function without dragging Magnus and Alec into their problems.

So that’s what this vacation had been about, three weeks away, just the two of them.

Prettiest person in the world by @katychan666 

(A fanfic inspired by the prettiest person in the world post on tumblr)

Alec making Magnus speechless with his smugness for the first time :)

Pretty Thoughts by @rosegoldhell 

After being homeschooled all his life, and unintentionally sheltered, Magnus Bane has to navigate his way through American Highschool. He goes in thinking the worse possible scenarios, and quickly learns that not everything you see in movies is true. Sometimes the unexpected happens, and magnus soon realizes he has fallen for one of the most popular guys in school, and it might not be as one sided as he thinks.

Put the heat on if you’re cold by @ohlafraise

Alec pulled back the delicate tissue paper and looked in the box. Oh. Okay.

Or: Alec isn’t attracted to women, but that doesn’t mean he’s not attracted to femininity.

Save it by onihunter305

Magnus knew something wasn’t right the moment he heard the telltale sound of Isabelle Lightwood’s distinctive heels on Raphael’s slate floor. If she had hurt his dear Alexander, she was about to wish she had never returned to this apartment.

Secrets Told at 2am by AdorkaGabe

Alec can’t stand it. He has to get out. The roof isn’t far enough. He goes to Highland Park in Brooklyn and meets an interesting confidant in a glittery Warlock.

(Or what happens when Alec meets Magnus BEFORE they met at Magnus’ Loft.)

Shaky Ground, Stabilized by onihunter305

Alec had once been told that he would blow up the very ground he stood on to make things right. If that was true, why did he feel as though the ground below him was disintegrating at the same rapid pace as the relationships he once held dearly.

So He Told You About That? By @bcnedrah

Magnus’ face in 2x08 when talking with Jace about sleeping with Alec was a face of sex gone wrong.

Someone should kill the sun by MsEnny

“You know, Mags. Last night I had a kind of revelation.”


“Yes. I-… I know it’s late, but I realized, stupidly, that I never really told you how much I love you.”

Magnus didn’t talk anymore. He didn’t have to.

Stay Here Forever by @imawriteriwrite

A year before, they didn’t even know each other. Then there was this hookup app, and months where they thought they could be "just fuck buddies”. Things went downhill. Things went uphill.

Now, it’s been months since Magnus Bane (head of Bane Co.) and Alec Lightwood (kind of officially a lawyer) finally figured their shit out and started a healthy relationship. Now it’s Valentine’s Day and their relationship is put in danger as they compete to out romance each other.

Based on the cheesy line “I’ve caught feelings. I hear it’s contagious. We should both be quarantined in bed all day.” Literally nothing but self-indulgent fluff.

Addicted To You Valentines Day!

The Drunk Giraffe, Alec Lightwood by just_a_winchester

Drunk Alec tries to break into Magnus’s apartment.

The Kissing Booth by @hornedqueenofhell

Alec will 100% totally and completely blame this on Magnus

The Lightwood-Bane Saga by @achilleanragnor

Alec and Magnus come out by kissing each other on the ice, but the media takes it in a way they never expected.
3 +1 times the media got it wrong and the one time they made sure the media understood

The people that matter by @steakandvodka

“God, you two are so in love it’s disgusting,” Jace said, breaking the short silence. He and Izzy grinned as they waited for Alec to blush and stammer his way through a denial, as Alec always did when he was confronted about his feelings for the warlock.

They were stunned into silence when all Alec did was look back at where Magnus left, smile softly, and nod in agreement.

The time Magnus Bane got drunk by @katychan666

It’s Alec’s birthday and Magnus threw him a party, at which he drank… a lot, even more than he usually has. This ends up with him turning into an emotional and over-dramatic mess.

The Trouble with Words by Obsessivecompulsivereadr

There’s just something about Magnus Bane that makes people feel safe. Cared for. Loved.

And Alec would fight for that till his last dying breath, not just for himself, but for others, too. He just never knows how to tell Magnus that because, while he loves to read, he hates words.

The trouble with words is that they always fail him, and Magnus is too important to him to lose simply because he said something stupid.

The truth, for you by @serendipitiness

He’d meant it – he still means it, and he thinks he’ll mean it forever – but Alec never wants to have to say it like that again.

(or how Alec tells Magnus he loves him the second time, the way he really wants to)

Touch Me by wordsmithraven

When Alec starts to question why Magnus so rarely initiates contact, the powerful warlock and Alec’s own siblings are put on the spot. It’s a conversation a long time coming but is Magnus ready to have it? And can Alec handle the answer he receives?

Two’s company, three’s a whole lot of Alec Lightwood eye rolls by all_stories_are_truth_and_lies

This was just all so new, Magnus and he, Alec was nervous but excited to see where it would go. How in the hell was he ever suppose to ever get some alone time with Magnus with Jace-the-constant-mood-killer-Wayland as an unwanted houseguest? The story of how Alec Lightwood tries but doesn’t always succeed in moving his and Magnus’s relationship to the next step.

‘Alexander…’ Magnus whispered, his breath hot in Alec’s ear. ‘Tell me if you want me to stop.’ Stop? If Alec wasn’t so far gone he might have actually laughed at the thought. Alec gave a quick nod of understanding before pulling Magnus’s mouth back to his, pretty sure he felt the Warlock smiling against his lips.

One-shot set post episode 2.06 Malec trying to get it on with Jace cockblocking all over the shop.

Underneath by @sfjessii

“You already know everything.” Alec whispers but Magnus is alerted instantly, his eyes open, craning his neck to get a glimpse of Alec’s face.

He stays quiet, merely squeezing Alec’s hand to try and soothe him. Alec’s sigh rips right through Magnus and he wishes he could pull him into himself to protect him from any harm.

What’s It Gonna Be by @lemonoclefox

Fairchild’s bakery is a second home to not just Magnus, but also to most of his found-family. As a pastry chef, he works long hours and takes great pride in his craft – so much so that he has little time or attention for much else. Least of all romance. After plenty of experience with heartbreak and disappointment, he has come to expect the worst from anything in that department, and the arrival of the wealthy Lightwoods in the neighborhood isn’t about to change that. Especially not when their eldest son might just be the most insufferable prick Magnus has ever met, no matter what anyone else has to say about the guy.

(aka the Pride & Prejudice/bakery AU no one asked for)

Happy Things, part ii.

-The feel of freshly shaven legs in soft cotton pajamas
-The gentle routine of preparing yourself a cup of coffee; the sound of it lapping into your mug as it brews; the very first sip of the day
-Getting into freshly cleaned bedding
-Standing under a cool fan after a hot shower
-Birdsongs in the early morning
-The sense of peace after finishing something you’d been meaning to do
-The sound of turning book pages
-The hum of a cafe; the rich smell of coffee and the sound of conversation
-The joyful feeling you get when you realize that you took the perfect picture
-Finally getting your laundry done
-Looking over your newly rearranged bookshelves
-The fresh feeling in a room after vacuuming the carpet
-The joy of spending the day at the bookstore or library; being surrounded by so many books
-When your dog smiles at you
-Long hugs that fill your heart to the brim
-Meeting up with a friend after a long time; picking up right where you left off, like you never even left
-Watching an herb or plant begin to sprout
-The feeling of accomplishment after cracking a joke that everyone loved
-When your cat deigns you good enough to cuddle with (#blessed)
-Old family photos or stories
-That feeling of contentment after putting on brand new slippers
-Perfect hair days
-Lazy days where you literally don’t have to do { a n y t h i n g }
-When one of your favorite songs comes on in a store
-Buying fresh flowers; setting them up in your house
-Watching your favorite movie on a rainy day

BTS - picking you up at airpoirt.

Request: Could you please do a Bangtan reaction to them picking you up at the airport after a long time apart?


He would try to be the most romantic of them all. He bought you a bouquet of flowers and waited for you to leave the flight. As soon as he saw you, he opened the biggest smile he could give.
“My beautiful princess!” He hugged you tightly. “How I missed you, my baby.” You said smiling.


He would be so happy and smiling. He’ve been waiting all week for that day to come. You stayed about two months apart, you stayed in your home country for a while, now you’re back in Seoul. “Oh, baby, I can’t believe you’re back.” He said with a big smile. “Are you that happy because of me?” “Yes, you make me be like this.” Now, let’s go home and make out. “


He was going to cry a lot. Even though you were only a month apart, he missed you a lot. As soon as he saw you, he started crying too much. "Babyyyy.” He would say like a child and hug you. “Oh, my sunshine. Don’t cry, I’m here.” “I know, I’m so so so happy.” “Okay, okay. Kiss me now.”


He was extremely happy. He ran up to you, bumping into some people on the way. He picked you up and hugged you like never before. “Oh, I miss you.” “I miss you too, Joon!”


After two long months, you returned to Seoul. Your boyfriend, Jimin, was picking you up at the airport. He was nervous to see you. But as soon as he saw you running up to him, he felt a immense happiness. “God, i miss you so much, baby.” He said hugging you and then giving you a passionate kiss.


When you entered the airport, you saw Tae immediately. He was talking to two children. You came near him and the two little kids looked at you. “Oh, this is my princess that I told you would come.” He stood up and smiled. “Can I have a hug from my Prince Taetae?” You said laughing and he hugged you tight.


Jeon missed you so much, he’s such a cutie. It was almost 3am, he would normally be sleeping, but he wanted to pick you up and take you to bed with him. He saw you coming in with a sleepy face and messy hair. “Oh, my little baby.” He said hugging you tightly. “How are you?” “I’m sleepy, can we go home and sleep?” You asked yawning. “Of course, princess.” He laughed.

requests are open, feel free to ask.

Dating Neville would include…

- The two of you basically being attached to the hip

- You wouldn’t spend every free minute together because you don’t know what to do alone, but rather because both of you just feel at ease and somehow completed in the other one’s presence

- Secret midnight dates at the green houses

- Neville always making sure you know how much you mean to him

- Him bringing you all kinds of flowers that you haven’t even heard of

- Him always assuring you when you are nervous or not confident enough, because he knows how hard it can be if your self-esteem is quite low sometimes

- Him always kissing your nose, making you giggle

- Cuddling in front of the fireplace in the evening after a long day

- You’d make some tea for the both of you, while Neville would pick a book you could read together

- Him teaching you how to dance

- The two of you being a bit like some weird kind of substitute parents, taking care of the younger students who struggle to adjust to Hogwarts

- Seriously, even the teachers would probably ship you since they see how you never fail to bring out the best in each other

anonymous asked:

yo umm. a bad case of food poisoning has really messed me up so if you've got any fluffy headcanons lying around, I'd love ya forever. But please, no food mentions. I'm still struggling to keep water down. (Also I ADORE your writing ❤️)

aww i really hope you feel better soon! and thank you so much! here’s some fluffy concepts for you to imagine

a puppy + kaz. it’s a stray inej stumbles upon in a cold desolate alley and adopts. she asks kaz to look after him while she’s gone. even though he refuses she sneaks him into the slat just before she leaves. kaz doesn’t know until he has a nightmare that night about inej + slavers and he wakes to this fluffy white dog on his chest, licking his face to calm him down. tbh the pup is lucky kaz didn’t react violently. it baffles kaz why he hadn’t. he pretends he hates the dog, like he’s only keeping him safe for inej, etc etc but at night when the pup begs to get in bed with him he invites him in and allows him to nestle against his side. whenever kaz is restless at night, the pup nudges him awake. kaz strokes his fur until they both fall asleep again, surprised by how much it soothes him.

flowers + wesper. is it canon that the van eck estate has endless grounds of flower gardens? because that’s how i envision it idk why. concept: they take naps there after long, stressful days. the sun burnishes the red in the wylan’s hair, jesper can’t stop staring, he puts flowers through wylan’s curls while he’s asleep. wylan goes the rest of the day with them in his hair without noticing until he gets ready for bed. he blushes redder than the rose petals he picks out of his tresses, jesper can’t stop laughing. some days in the garden wylan sketches and jesper uses his fabrikator powers to bleed the colors from the flowers into the pictures. wylan is proud and in awe of him.

magic tricks + helnik. matthias tries and mostly fails to do some basic disappearing coin tricks because kaz may be a demjin but his tricks are human and matthias wants to learn them too. nina watches him, laughing so hard she snorts. matthias’s glower softens into full beaming smiles whenever it happens. nina tries to convince him to give up and focus his attention on her. he never gives up. she understands when he makes jewelry “appear” from her hair and flowers from behind his back. 

  • Hufflepuff is warm cups of tea and woolen sweaters.
  • Hufflepuff is having hour long hugs.
  • Hufflepuff is sticking up for your friends no matter what.
  • Hufflepuff is jumping in puddles after a long day of rain.
  • Hufflepuff is the sweet scent of damp earth and greenhouses.
  • Hufflepuff is the warm feeling in your cheeks after too much wine.
  • Hufflepuff is the softness of kitten fur.
  • Hufflepuff is picking flowers in the spring.
  • Hufflepuff is getting shit done even if it’s at the last moment.
  • Hufflepuff is sticking up for someone you barely now because they are being picked on.
  • Hufflepuff is seeing things from others perspectives.
  • Hufflepuff is having fierce snowball fights in winter.
  • Hufflepuff is cosy woolen socks.
  • Hufflepuff is ugly Christmas sweaters.
  • Hufflepuff is hot water bottles and too many duvets.
  • Hufflepuff is small tiny cacti sitting on your windowsills.
  • Hufflepuff is warming your legs in the sun.
  • Hufflepuff is patiently teaching something to someone even when you are behind too.
  • Hufflepuff  is keeping on moving forward after being criticised.
  • Hufflepuff is not always fitting into a mold and creating Hufflepunks.
  • Hufflepuff is accepting others for who they are.
  • Hufflepuff is daisy chains in your hair.
  • Hufflepuff is freckled faces.
  • Hufflepuff is eating until your stomach hurts.
  • Hufflepuff is “never too much chocolate”
  • Hufflepuff is late nights watching rom-coms with your friends.
  • Hufflepuff is playing “the floor is lava”
  • Hufflepuff is sharing your food even though your equally hungry.
  • Hufflepuff is having picnics under the blossoms.
  • Hufflepuff is collecting Autumn leaves.
  • Hufflepuff is throwing your friends surprise parties.

impulsivekiddo  asked:

I WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT THE BABIES!! the maxpres art was sooo cute

first of all, thank you! im glad you like the drawing!

also you bet your ass im gonna make this a full fledged one-shot. (so if you dont want to know the plot for that then ill put it under the cut. ill start writing it tomorrow, it shouldnt take too long as i have a lot of free time and i write pretty fast.)

Keep reading

What dating Peter Pan would include:

·         Sharing a cozy treehouse with him.

·         Waking up every morning with his warm arms locked tightly around your            body.

·         Peter constantly putting all of your needs in front of everything else.

·         Daily trips to Mermaid Lagoon since Pan knows it’s one of your favorite             spots in Neverland.

·         Peter protecting you from the mermaids.

·         Being a loving and caring mother to all the Lost Boys.

·         Reading bedtime stories to the younger boys while Peter happily listens             in, adding an extra comment when he found necessary.

·         “And they lived happily ever after!” A small boy smiled with delight then              chirped,

          “Like you and Pan, right mother?” Peter emerged from the other side of             the well-lit fire where he had been listening to you intently with a proud               smirk on his face.

          “Yes… exactly like Y/n and I.”

·         Pan giving you special one-on-one lessons with the bow and arrow.

·         Having heated makeout sessions in the middle of the forest.

·         Peter teaching you how to properly hunt with him and the Lost Boys.

·         “I’m impressed, y/n. You seem to be a natural at hunting. Well done,                  love.”

·         Pan having to constantly be touching you in some way whether it be                 holding your hand sweetly or resting his on the small of your back.

·         Peter opening up to you about his past and letting you in completely.

·         Becoming close friends with Felix and going to him for almost every bit             of advice.

·         Pan’s eyes absorbing your every move as you twirl around the burning             fire while the enchanting tunes from the pipe pressed loosely against his           lips dance in the air.

·         Becoming Peter Pan’s only weakness.

·         Going on midnight strolls through the dark forest with Peter by your side           to keep you out of harm’s way.

·         Peter growing extremely protective and slightly possessive over you.

·         “I just don’t fancy the idea of you out and about running wild with the                  boys. You’re my bird, not theirs!”

·         Convincing Pan, after much persuasion, to allow yourself to teach him                how to braid hair.

·         “Darling, I don’t see how this will ever come in hand. How is this a useful            life skill? This could never aid me in a fight. What am I gonna do… braid            their hair to death?”

          “Peter! Don’t be so vulgar! Maybe sometimes I’m sick of always having              to do it myself and I would like a helping hand once in a while, I mean-“             A pair of soft lips cut you short as Pan held your face lovingly between                his hands, kissing you sweetly.

          “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to upset you. It would be my honor to learn            how to braid hair by you!”

·         Peter actually becoming very skilled in doing your hair and jumping at               the idea of braiding small flowers in between each strand of hair pulled             back tightly into a single french braid. Although not ever in front of the               Lost Boys that is.

·         Playing light jokes on each other.

·         Peter adding an entire personal library for you after discovering just how           much you enjoy reading.

·         Cuddling up together in your shared bed after a long and tiring day.

·         Sharing stories from the past to one another and promising not to speak           a single word about them to any other soul.

·         Picking berries and other various fruits together as you two chat and                 joke the day away.

·         Random acts of affection in the most unexpected situations.

·         Bathing together in the rich pure streams of Neverland which eventually           leads into a water war, splashing each other mercilessly as both of your             laughter echoes through the forest.  

·         “Wow, love. Didn’t know I make you that wet! You’re dripping for me!”

          “Peter Pan! Do not speak such a way!”

          “I’m sorry, beautiful… I just couldn’t resist.”

·         Reading the original fairytale of Peter Pan to Peter and answering all the           many, and confusing, questions he has.

·         Waking up to his plump lips locked softly against your forehead as he               mumbles a tired “good morning”.

·         Peter trusting you with keeping the real Pandora’s Box safe when the               Storybrooke gang arrives.

·         Pan loving you unconditionally, unlike he has ever felt for anyone in the             world.

·         “I don’t know how you manage to do this to me. I love you more than                 this very island, my bird. I couldn’t ever imagine spending a single day               on this island without you, y/n. I honestly don’t believe I could make it                 through the day if that were the case. You’re the prettiest most rarest                 flower I have ever laid my eyes on and I promise you with everything                 inside of me, I will protect you at all cost. I truly do love you, y/n.”

-Daizy xx

HP Fall/Winter aesthetics

Hufflepuff: Running hands on ripe corn in corn mazes, the last of the crickets and cicadas serenading you to sleep, picking out Halloween pumpkins, picking the first ripe squashes from their vines, finding a shiny penny on the ground outside, pulling on gloves and sweaters, waking up in the chill of morning with your toes sticking out from under the blankets, the trees changing color within a week or two, harvesting and drying herbs on the ceiling, watching the sun rise, cuddling with friends or animals for comfort and warmth, the smell and warmth of home baking, darning socks, knitting with soft wool to pass the time, snuggling under warm, freshly dried blankets,

Sytherin: Breathing out and seeing your breath rise, dark lipsticks, fallen golden and red leaves soaked with water, getting up at first light and seeing the frost sparkling and glinting in the early morning sun, long scarves, heavy skirts and coats, dipping your fingers into freezing waters gently, making a fresh pot of coffee, walking inside after spending a long time in the cold and reveling in the warmth, sheets of rain cascading on the roof pleasantly, mixing in creme or sugar delicately into a morning drink, cutting down flower and herb stalks in preparation for winter, still enjoying cold brew coffee or iced tea when it’s cold, running your hands through the fur of a pet, candlelight flickering in dark rooms,

Ravenclaw: When warm drinks and soups slide down your throat and warm your gut, picking out wood to put on the fire, curling up in blankets with a stack of books, grasping hands with a trusted loved one, collecting leaves and seasonal flowers to press and slip inside journals, buying new notebooks and pens on a back to school discount, entering the library after being outside for hours, taking long walks in the cold, running icy fingers across warm skin, finding bones or feathers on the ground near your house, finding puzzles, board games and card games to do on lazy days, putting on a pair of thick woolen socks, taking shelter from rainstorms and cold weather in bookshops,

Gryffindor: Hot drinks scalding your tongue and the back of your throat, pulling off the layers of clothes when you get home, singing Christmas songs far too early in the season, taking a hot bath surrounded with candles after a tough day, smelling smoke rising from chimneys, kissing in the cold, wiping bloody noses on jacket sleeves, the first hot-air balloons appearing on the horizons in the morning, running barefoot on the cool ground, warming up in front of fires, seeing smoke rise from chimneys, coloring endlessly, seeing the stars on a fairly chilly night, going for bike rides and fighting the wind, creaking of tree branches, stomping on ice to make it crack,

teekettle  asked:

For Drabble meme: 41 and pairing is Viktuuri

First prompt being posted!! Thank you for sending this to me @teekettle, I hope you are prepared for an entire fluff mound! (What is the definition of a drabble anyway? At least 1,000 words? HA HA RIP my self-control)

I have a few more to post, but I would love to do more! Keep sending those prompts! Nerd and Days Prompt Party

Yuuri had kicked him out of their home. For one hour and thirty minutes, Victor had wandered through the park, Makkachin happily meandering beside him, trying to figure out exactly why.

They hadn’t been fighting. Although in the past, Victor had been oblivious to Yuuri’s frustration, he had made vast improvements in that area. Yuuri had also gotten more vocal about his pleasures and displeasures. So, Victor was one hundred percent certain that they were not fighting.

Yet, Yuuri had shoved him from the apartment after pressing Makkachin’s leash into his hand, demanding that Victor not return for two hours. At a loss for what to do, Victor had picked up a bouquet of flowers (in case there was something to apologize for that he would discover later) and then promptly taken Makkachin to the park for an extra-long walk.

The weather was beautiful. Day was beginning to fade into evening and the hot summer sun was making way for the bright summer moon. Balmy air made Makkachin’s fur poof around her like a brown cloud, and Victor could feel the sweat pooling at the small of his back. Together they casually strolled through the park, Victor’s mind a spinning carousel of worry while Makkachin focused on the scurrying animals and flapping birds.

Wiping a hand across his forehead, Victor paused to pull his phone from his pocket. One hour and forty seven minutes had passed. If they left the park now and walked slowly home, they would arrive back on their doorstep at exactly the two hour mark. Deciding that he couldn’t handle another second of worry, Victor tugged on Makkachin’s leash and redirected his dog back toward their home.

Nerves had Victor fumbling for his keys. In the last five minutes of their walk, he had gone from curious consideration to full blown panic. Maybe Yuuri had decided that living with Victor and ultimately marrying Victor would be too much. Maybe he had managed to pack all of his belongings and vacate the apartment within the two hour window that Victor had foolishly obeyed. These thoughts, along with much worse that Victor had forcibly shoved away, were bouncing in his mind as he finally slid the key into the lock and threw open the apartment door.


“THE HELL?!?!” Victor shouted, jumping backwards. The sound was overwhelming. Victor slowly blinked at the room as he dropped his hands and stood frozen at the door, keys clanging onto the floor  with the bouquet of flowers landing with a dull thud as Makkachin rushed to greet all the new hands willing to pet her. Panicked, Victor tried to wipe away the sweat from his brow and smooth his hair at the same time, resulting in the unfortunate poking of his own eye. Cursing under his breath, he rubbed a hand over his eye peering around at the crowd in his living room.

Stepping forward, Yuuri grinned at Victor, reaching up to pull Victor’s hand away from his face. Giggling, Yuuri kissed Victor’s eyelid and then stole a quick kiss from Victor’s lips. “Hi,” Yuuri chirped, as if there weren’t a bunch of people standing behind him dressed in cocktail attire.

“My Yuuri…” Victor trailed off. He wasn’t even sure what question to ask as he examined all the faces over Yuuri’s head. The entire Russian skating team was present, along with Yakov, Phichit, and most surprisingly Yuuri’s family. Wordlessly moving his mouth, Victor stared down at his very visibly proud fiancé.

“It is your half birthday today,” Yuuri announced proudly, ignoring Yuri P.’s annoyed noise behind him. Victor chuckled when he saw Mila elbow their youngest teammate in the ribs. “Since your real birthday was a little chaotic with Nationals, I thought we could celebrate it for real. Now.” Slipping a hand into Victor’s, Yuuri dragged him into the room. “The limos will be here in an hour, so you have time to get ready while everyone hangs out. Then we’ll have dinner together at your favorite restaurant and drinks at that bar you like afterwards.” Pausing, Yuuri smiled as his family tackled Victor in a group hug. Victor would never know the effort it took to convince all three Katsukis to leave the onsen at one time as none of them would ever tell him.

Abandoning the party guests with their drinks and snacks, Victor followed Yuuri into their bedroom. Turning, Yuuri pulled the sweat-soaked t-shirt from Victor’s body and pushed him backwards toward the bathroom. Inside, a bath was already drawn with soft music playing. On the bed, Victor’s clothes were laid out, waiting for him once he was clean.

Victor let Yuuri continue to undress him and guide him into the bathtub, where he sunk happily into the warm water. Smile pulled over his lips, Victor let his head drop back and gazed up at his fiancé. “Yuuri…” he started, feeling his chest constrict. No one had ever taken care of him the way Yuuri did, and Victor was struggling with the surge of emotion that was filling his chest. He smiled harder when Yuuri bent and kissed him on the forehead. “You did all of this for me?” Eyes catching with tears, Victor lifted a hand to stroke Yuuri’s cheek.

“Someday…” Yuuri swallowed back tears of his own, “you will realize that you deserve all of this.” Pushing Victor’s hair back, Yuuri leaned in again, pecking kisses to all of Victor’s face to make Victor laugh.

“It couldn’t have been cheap…” his tone was teasing as Victor slipped his fingers under the collar of Yuuri’s shirt. “I’m shocked that Mr. We-Should-Save-Money-For-Retirement Katsuki would plan such an elaborate surprise.” Tipping his head, Victor rubbed is nose against Yuuri’s.

“Well, I figured you don’t have many birthdays until you turn 30 so we should celebrate each one in style,” Yuuri laughed when Victor pinched his cheek. “But… really… I wanted to remind how much we all love you. When I forget, you always make sure to remind me, so now it is your turn.” An uncontrolled tear slid down Yuuri’s cheek.

“Thank you, Yuuri,” Victor whispered, leaning up for another kiss. “Now get out there and make sure they don’t destroy our house. You know how wild some of them get.” Victor settled back into the bathtub, winking up at Yuuri.

“That Yakov…” Yuuri giggled, opening the bathroom door, “he really throws down. He’ll be the first one jumping on the couch.” Laughing at his own sarcasm, Yuuri ducked from the bathroom, gently closing the door behind him.

Alone, Victor let the tears fall down his cheek. He didn’t know what he did to deserve Yuuri Katsuki’s love, but he would continue to be thankful for it every day of his life.

for surgery anon (a little something to cheer you up and hold you over till you get to that gdau update) :


Lexa has always suspected, of course, but she never knew for sure that breaking an arm would hurt like a bitch.

“But, hey,” her sister Anya told her on their way to the hospital, eyes wide with barely concealed fear, “at least you have your broken foot to distract you from your broken arm.”

Lexa would’ve loved to be able to kick her in that moment if she weren’t already duped up on painkillers. Because breaking your foot and your arm hurt like a motherfucker.

“Dad is going to kill us,” Anya said in lieu of a farewell when Lexa was wheeled away to have her injuries properly looked at. The doctor’s tag read ‘Dr. Griffin’, and Lexa blinked before lifting her eyes and gulping.

Clarke’s mother stared back, concern evident on her face. “Lexa? I hoped it wasn’t you.” She tugged her chair closer before sitting in front of Lexa and wincing as she took a look at her injured limb. “What happened?”

“I – I fell,” Lexa tells her. Suddenly, it seemed much less horrible and much more funny. “For your daughter,” she added, before letting her chuckles take over. Technically, that wasn’t wrong. She really did fall from a tree for Clarke. Well, for Clarke’s fat, ungrateful cat, but the only reason she volunteered to save the fluffy bastard was so she could strike a conversation with the girl.

(Okay, and maybe she also kinda liked the cat despite him being a giant pain in her ass. He had some redeeming qualities. And, well, he was a living being, and she couldn’t just leave him up there. Not when he was mewling so tragically.)

Abby Griffin’s blue eyes twinkled with amusement. “Of course my daughter had something to do with it.” She proceeded to inspect Lexa’s arm, tsking as she went. “I’m sorry to say this, honey, but I think you need a surgery.”

That put a temporary stop on Lexa’s painkiller-induced laughter. “I can’t have surgery,” she protested. “We’re up against Sky Rat– er, Rangers next week.” They had to knock those self-entitled kids down a peg. The fact that Clarke was good friends with most of them didn’t mean shit, how Anya put it.

They sucked at hockey anyway.

“Are you serious right now?” A new voice asked from the door, incredulous. “Lexa, you have two broken limbs.”

Lexa stubbornly lifted her chin. “So?”

(She quickly deflated, however, when she realized it was none other than Clarke Griffin herself glaring at her, dressed in pajamas and a jacket hastily thrown over them.)

“So?” Her tone rose in volume and disbelief. “Your arm is snapped in half!”

“Girls,” Abby interfered. “Not now. Clarke, you shouldn’t be here. Did Wells let you in again?”

“No,” Clarke easily lied. And Lexa knew she lied because there’s no other way she’d be able to sneak into the room, and Wells’ crush on her was public knowledge. She kind of felt sympathetic towards the guy. She knew what it was like to pine after Clarke Griffin, with no hope of ever gaining her affections.

“I’ll deal with that boy later,” Abby muttered to herself before rising to her feet and walking to her daughter. “Clarke, you need to leave.”

“But – mom, she’s here because of me!” Clarke protested, throwing Lexa a helpless glance. She could only shrug in response, and – ouch. Should not have done that. She cradled her arm to her chest, trying not to wince. It was hard, but she powered through. She managed to stoically pretend it didn’t hurt while Clarke ran around her in circles, alternating between calling the hospital and tearfully asking her if she was okay.

Which she wasn’t, but Clarke was too adorable when all panicked and flustered, and so she dutifully replied “yes but I still need an ambulance” every time.

“I know, and now I need to put her back together,” so that was where Clarke got her stubbornness from. Abby Griffin was firm and resolute. “You’ll see her tomorrow.”

“That’s way too long!”

“Clarke.” The drugs began to wear off, and so did the numbness in her legs and arms, which so wasn’t a good thing. She just wanted to be done with it. “It’s fine. Please go.” Upon seeing the look of genuine distress and hurt on the girl’s face, she tried to soften her words. “I’m gonna be fine, Clarke. I’ll – I’ll call you as soon as I wake up tomorrow, okay?”

Clarke still didn’t look happy, but she nodded. “Okay. I will hold you to that.” She glanced at her mom, and Lexa wasn’t sure, but she thought she heard a very quiet ‘please take care of her’. Or not. Who knew. With the pain coming back in waves, she could’ve hallucinated it.

Abby sighed when her daughter finally left. “Okay, champ,” she said, tiredly but good-naturedly nonetheless. “Let’s get you ready.”


Raven was already waiting for Clarke in her car when she exited the hospital. “Well? Is she okay?” When blue eyes shot her a glare, she shrank into her seat. “Just asking,” she mumbled.

Clarke sighed, starting the engine. “She needs surgery. My mom’s going to perform it. And I’m never, ever listening to you again, you got it?”

“Hey, how was I supposed to know your damn cat would get so high up and Lexa would suck at climbing the trees?”

“Don’t – just, god, Raven, just don’t,” Clarke huffed, clutching at the wheel. “This was our dumbest idea yet. I’ll never forgive myself for it.” She glanced at her friend again. “Or you.”

“You didn’t have to go with it, you know,” Raven defended herself. “Not my fault you’re thirsting after Woods this hard.”

“I’m not – I’m not 'thirsting’! I just like her!”

“Sure. Tell that to the hundred of sketchbooks filled with her face.”

Clarke gritted her teeth. “It’s not a hundred,” she mumbled.

“Hey, at least you have an excuse to visit her every day now.”

“No,” Clarke said, her voice growing strong. “No more scheming and excuses. I’m gonna ask her out tomorrow, or we’ll accidentally put her in a coma next time.”

“Right. And we don’t want that.”

Clarke rolled her eyes. “You’re going to help me pick flowers for her tomorrow.”

Raven nodded. “Sure, as long as we know which ones she’s not deadly allergic to.”

“Oh, she’s not allergic to flowers. Only chocolate.”

“Man, that must suck.”

“Not really, she eats super healthy so it doesn’t bother her.”

Raven squinted at Clarke who was peacefully watching the road. “You scare me sometimes.”

“Two years,” Clarke said, without taking her eyes off the road. “I’ve been pining after her for two years, Raven, I picked up on some things.”

“Tomorrow can’t come fast enough, Griffin.”

anonymous asked:

OoOOOOOO requests are open are they? How about some sfw relationship headcanons with mccree

Here you are!

  • He’ll make it obvious when he’s interested in someone, but won’t always act on it

    • Like, he’ll flirt all the time but when the opportunity arises to ask them out he chickens out and runs away

    • If his s/o flirts back with him before they’re officially his s/o he’ll be a blushing mess

    • Will flirt so much that someone else will get fed up and ask his s/o out for him, mortifying him until they say yes

  • Needs a lot of physical affection to be reassured of the relationship

    • Hand holding, hugging, kissing, general closeness of all kinds

    • Occasional butt grab on his s/o’s part wouldn’t hurt

    • But he’ll be doing it a lot back (plus pinching)

  • Doesn’t like to go out to eat but is more than happy to set something up at home

    • Candles, fancy tablecloth and dishes, the whole thing

    • He’ll even look up where the forks and knives are supposed to go

  • If his s/o so much as sneezes he is there like a mother hen

    • Worries a lot about their health, from both missions and just general well being

  • Rather than giving his s/o his serape when they’re cold he’ll bring them under it and to his chest

    • Will poke their head through the top and keep them there forever if he can

  • Scratches his beard against their face to bug them when they aren’t giving him enough attention

  • Loves to listen to them talk about their day if he hasn’t been around them

  • Is like a teenager in the sense he’ll do a lot of stupid shit to impress his s/o

    • Like if they’re impressed by Hanzo and Genji climbing walls he’ll try to do it to

    • Does his s/o find parkour cool?  He can totally do that too!

    • Results in many injuries that his s/o must kiss better, which only encourages him really

  • Surprise flowers just ‘cause

  • Long, quiet nights holding him after a mission

  • One of his favourite parts of his day is watching his s/o get ready

    • Putting on makeup, picking an outfit, cooking, etc.

    • It’s totally normal and relaxes him, and reminds him that the world isn’t as bad as it might seem

  • If it’s sunny out he’ll give his s/o his hat so they don’t burn

  • Fiddles with what they wear

    • Twirls their hair

    • Pulls at the ends of their shirt

    • Kisses at their earrings

  • Always takes a deep inhale near them to memorize their scent

  • Doesn’t care if anyone thinks he’s too doting on his s/o, because he loves them and that’s that.

Flower Crowns (A Kidge Positivity Drabble)

Pidge has never liked the outdoors. After all, pale skin and allergies are the bane of her outdoor existence. Yet, somehow, she manages to find herself walking, barefoot in fresh-cut grass. Her friends are gathered together, reveling in their first sunny day back on Earth. Lance and Hunk lie on top of a blanket, laughing like they’re in the garrison once again. Shiro’s writing in a journal, pen held in his metal arm as he glances up at the sky with a longing glance. Keith sits in the grass, in the middle of a patch of flowers, picking through the different types and gathering them into piles; it piques her curiosity, and she walks over to him while waving to the others.

Keep reading

Beautiful Dissasters

Originally posted by bonniebirdsgifcentre

Finn x Reader / John x Reader

Summary: Dating Fin, but after a fight, you sleep with John because of the sexual tension. (Requested by Anon)

You had grown up around the Shelby family and Finn was your best friend. You had always had a crush on his older brother John for as long as you could remember and you decided it was just something that you would always have no matter what. You fell for Finn and started dating him when you two had barely turned teenagers.

You had your fights here and there but you always came back together and toughed it out. He loved you with all his heart and made sure you knew that all the time. Every day he would bring you a hand picked flower from your neighbors garden and after a fight he would bring you little pieces of jewelry as a sort of ‘peace treaty’ as his brothers called it.

When you started dating Finn, your new best friend became John. There were somethings that you would tell John and not Finn and you would go to him for comfort after a fight. He was always there for you with open arms and good advice. You could tell he felt some way about you, and you knew it from the way he acted around you. In a hug, his hands would linger on your sides before letting you go. In a crowded room, you always caught the glances he sent you. The way his hand would grace your face when he thought you were asleep.He was so gentle with you as if he thought you were made of porcelain and would shatter under his fingertips.

You, of course, never brought this up to anyone for fear of it reaching Finn’s ears. You weren’t cheating on him, but you didn’t want him to know that his brother had a thing for you and that you had a thing for his brother. However, the more you fought with Finn, the more these things happened with John. You were always loyal to Finn no matter what happened, but sometimes it was difficult to go to John’s and ignore his subtle advances.

You could tell that tonight was one of those nights where you were going to end up staying at John’s place. The way Finn was pacing in the kitchen told you everything. You were going to end up fighting and it was not going to end on good terms. You stayed seated on the couch with your feet tucked under you and a book in your hands, trying to make it seem like you were busy to hopefully put the arguing off until either later or he forgot whatever he was upset about.

Keep reading

The Host and Amy (pt. 2)

{Inspired by and dedicated to the Pun Master, @gwennyr. I’ve been dishing out a lot of heavy angst lately, so let’s calm things down a bit!}

A warm breeze ruffles Amy’s hair, and the sunlight dappling across the two of them through the leaves feels good on her skin. It’s the kind of day that can’t be spent indoors, the kind where the air is fresher, the grass is greener, and the sky is bluer.

“What is this?” the Host asks, raising a quizzical eyebrow. The beverage is cold in his hands, but if he’s right, the liquid inside is coffee. “Is it some form of witchcraft?”

Amy giggles uncontrollably and takes a sip of her own drink as she and the Host enjoy a peaceful walk through the park. The blind Ego leaves the library but rarely, and even rarer are the times that he leaves Ego Inc. But Amy thought it would be good to get him outside for a while after he started to look a little sickly. “It’s an iced, dark roast coffee, my favorite!”

The Host sniffs at it and makes a face. It isn’t a distasteful smell, but it’s so… different from what he’s used to. “Is it poisoned?”

Amy scoffs at him and pokes the Host in the side. “Oh, come on, you big baby. Just try it!”

Another moment passes as the Host takes time to gather his courage, and then, quickly—before he can change his mind—he takes a sip. He shudders and makes a face, “Ack, it’s terrible! How do you drink this?”

The golden-haired girl snorts and hugs her sides, laughing at the Host’s horrified expression. “I guess it’s a bit of an acquired taste!” She straightens and trades him his drink for a blueberry muffin. “Here, nobody hates blueberry muffins. They’re like manna from heaven.”

The Host smiles happily at the treat. “Oh, yes, I like these very much.” He pinches off a chunk and pops it into his mouth, sighing at the sweetness of it.

“So, you really like sweet things, huh?” Amy asks, pulling the Host a little bit closer so that he doesn’t walk into a small child drawing on the sidewalk. She’s noticed that when the Host isn’t narrating, that he needs more help to be aware of his surroundings.

The Host nods in agreement but stops when he feels something tug at his coat—which he wears in all weather. Amy and the Host turn to see—and sense—a small child looking up at the Host with wide, brown eyes. “What happened to your face?” the child asks, far too loudly for the Host’s liking.

“The small child did not realize they were a nuisance to the Host. They asked the question out of ignorance of its painful answer.” The Host backs up a few steps and trips over someone’s dog as they passed by. Amy lunges to catch him, but since the Host is so much heavier than her, they both end up sitting in the grass.

The little kid screams and runs away, and its only then that Amy notices that the Host’s bandages have slipped down from over his eyes—or rather, lack thereof. With one swift motion, the Host pulls the bandages back into place and gets up, walking swiftly away.

“Wait, Host!” Amy grabs what’s left of their spilled drinks and the smashed muffin, shoves them into a nearby trashcan, and runs after him. When she catches up to him she hears him narrating in third person, trying to find his way back to Ego Inc.

“The Host shouldn’t have left his library. Trouble always follows the Host wherever he goes, and he didn’t want to embarrass Miss Amy.” He won’t stop for her, even when Amy reaches for his arm. He shrugs her off and keeps going.

“Host, please, I’m not embarrassed! I’ve loved getting to spend the day with you,” Amy says as she wraps her arms around his middle in a hug. “You don’t have to come out of your library just for me. I only want to try to help you, that’s all.”

The Host sighs softly. He’s become more accustomed to Amy’s gentle hugs, and he knows that she means well. The Host softly places a hand over Amy’s. “The H… I am trying very hard to become accustomed to who I am now, but it is not easy.”

Amy takes a step back and tries to give the Host a reassuring smile. “I know, Host, and I know that you’ll find yourself again one day. These things just take time, but you won’t get there hiding yourself away in the library all day long.”

The Host nods and looks down. After a moment, his face lights up, and he takes a few steps over to reach down and pick a daffodil. The Host strokes the petals gently and then presents the flower to Amy. “Here, a golden flower for a golden girl.”

Amy takes the flower, sticking it behind her ear, and grabs the Host by the hand. “Come on, Hosty. That one earns you another muffin!”

doctorsnark  asked:

Angst request: Damien fell in love with Dadsona in their last 2 dates, but he left him for another Dad.

third person Damien pov // your name is Dadsona

Damien never met someone that accepted him and all of his quirks so wholeheartedly as Dadsona had. For once he didn’t feel invisible- whenever they had tea together or strolled through his garden, Damien had his full attention.

Over these next few weeks Damien fell for him and his open arms. It was breathtaking. It was thrilling. It’s been a long, long time since he felt so… cool. So interesting. Dadsona helped him through the dark cloud that’s been hanging around his consciousness for as long as he could remember.

He was drunk on happiness. It didn’t take long to get addicted.

Since going to the movie theater, they’ve had tea every other day. Damien showed him all the different kind of herbs he could mix into it, and all the benefits of them.

Damien made very forward advances with the bouquets he sent. He adorned them with bright I Love You flowers that reflected the color in his eyes whenever he saw Dadsona. He never picked up on what they meant.

After a while, Damien stopped expecting him to.

Damien enjoyed spending time on his porch on days they weren’t spending time together. Lately he’s noticed Dadsona going to the Coffee Spoon more often. Sometimes he’d even enter Mat’s house and leave hours later- hours longer than he’d spend at Damien’s house.

He didn’t want to come across as a jealous person and decided not to mention it. Damien knew he didn’t own Dadsona, and nothing he could say would change that.

But a sense of urgentness overcame him. He has to confess soon. He can’t afford to be left alone in this world again.

It happened at the shelter. Damien showed him his other side- his true side. Dadsona was the first person other than Mary to know how boring he really is, yet it didn’t faze him at all.

Everything came together and felt so right. He has to ask. He has to.

“May I kiss you?”

He was met with silence… and there came no response. Seconds passed by and anxiety bubbled up in his chest. Did he do something wrong? Why-

“I-I’m sorry,” Dadsona said, pulling him into a hug.

To Damien, it was just as good as a no. He can’t say he didn’t lose his composure once he arrived back at his house and crawled into his queen-sized bed. He laid sideways so he’d feel a little less alone in his empty room.

When Hugo messaged him a few questions about Duchess on dadbook, Damien found himself telling him about what happened with Dadsona. Hugo was a good listener. He told Damien that shutting himself in wasn’t the best idea, and reminded him that open mic night was going on at the Coffee Spoon in a few days.

So they went together. Damien saw Dadsona there but decided not to approach out of fear of sounding like a jealous child.

That’s right. Damien couldn’t deny it anymore.

He hated seeing the way Mat looked at him. His eyes were full of the same colors in Damien’s eyes, the same colors he decorated countless bouquets with.

Dadsona’s performance with Mat was enough to threaten tears at the corner of his eyes. Mat hasn’t gone on stage since Rosa died, but he went on anyways. He went on for Dadsona.

When it was all over, Damien left and lingered outside, hoping to catch a word with Dadsona- but the only thing he caught was a view of Mat kissing him.

Damien falls a little differently this time.

dating casey cott | (would include)

Originally posted by daddybetty


- movie nights

- being complete movie buffs

- reciting the all the lines to your favourite movie you watch together

- cuddles 24/7

- laughing -all the time-

- play fighting

- trips to ohio

- meeting his whole family

- going on double dates with his brother & his girlfriend

- seeing new york the first time with him

- him being your own personal guide

- kissing in time square

- “your smile puts the new york lights to shame”

- piggy backs when your feet hurt

- moving into his new york apartment

- dancing around the kitchen in your underwear to cher

- coffee dates

- riding the subway together

- watching him on law & order

- “thats my boy”

- walking through central park

- picnic dates

- long distance when he’s in vancouver

- flying over for a few days

- long hugs

- “i missed you my little koala”

- meeting the cast

- get along really well with lili & rob

- meeting rob

- “so you’re the boy my boyfriends been cheating on me with”

- drinks after filming

- helping casey run lines

- pet names

- sleep in’s

- breakfast in bed

- back tickles

- cheesy pick up lines

- “did you sit on sugar? cause you’ve got a sweet ass”

- blushing -furiously-

- ass grabbing

- pda!

- going to all casey’s events as his date

- bragging about you to his friends

- even in interviews

- casey being such a gentlemen

- flowers delivered -especially- when he’s away

- face times

- cheeky casey

- casey cooking you dinner

- shared showers -saving water folks-

- going to broadway shows with him

- giggling as you watch him mouth the lines and sing along to the music

- “i love you”

- casey having the sexiest morning voice

- sleepy cuddles

- running your fingers through his adorable bed hair

- having the riverdale gang over when they’re in NYC for press

- drunk karaoke

- noise complaints

- going out dancing

- he treats you like a princess

- buying you lingerie

- lapdances

- constantly recording you and posting it on every social media

- being the main feature on his instagram

- going to art museums

- long car rides

- casey organising a photo shoot with cole

- flower field picnics

- singing loud and of key to any song in the radio

- car sex

- kitchen sex

- brining you ice cream when your on your period

- binge watching riverdale

- kevin being you’re favourite character

- helping him with his memes

- live tweeting with the cast

- insta lives with lili & casey

- lili reading out comments about your relationship

- “i ship it… i do too”

- watching all his performances

- proud girlfriend™

In a Crowd of Thousands

@juldooz requested a fic

Fic request: John asks Sherlock about how being lost in his mind palace or deleting things affects his relationships. (Inspired by your fic The Wrong Idea Could So Easily Be the Right One and Whiskey and Words by Emmyjean) Sherlock explains that though the physical memory might be gone the emotional memory remains intact, he gives examples of things Molly (not naming her) has done over the years that have greater emotional weight than what actually occurred (maybe she overhears)

obviously you all must know what they are wearing. Also go listen to ‘A Crowd of Thousands’ from Anastasia the Broadway Musical coz that’s the song I wrote this to, the feelings and the music and memories behind it, and of course, @juldooz amazing prompt!!

“So what happens to memories? In your mind palace I mean. You ever get lost in there? End up deleting stuff?”

“I’m always ‘deleting stuff’,” Sherlock replied, hands still steepled under his chin. “The useless stuff, at any rate.”

“Yeah, but what about stuff you think is useless, but it’s actually pertinent to your relationships?” John asked “Like for instance we are always out of milk, because you take about half a carton in your tea, but somehow, every Monday, there’s another carton.”

“Is this about me doing more of the grocery shopping?”

Keep reading