again idk where this came from

I bet you Sherlock and John were pen pals when they were little, they just don’t remember it. Like Sherlock would have really cute bee stationery his mum bought him  - without lines, because he’s too old for lines - and one of those address stickers but with bees on them. And he wouldn’t really want to have a pen pal at first, because who needs those, and also, the name is stupid, his mum makes him write in pencil anyways. Which is okay because he has one with honeycomb designs. But his mum signs him up anyways and he gets a letter from John in the mail, and his letter has pirate stationery and Sherlock thinks this is so cool and Sherlock (Billy) writes to John about pirates, and John returns with another letter complimenting him on the bee stationery and asking him how he made the address sticker, and it just goes on until they get a little too old for pen pals, or John moves away. And years and years later they’re living together and in love and Rosie starts getting older and Mrs. Holmes thinks she should get a pen pal too, but who even does that nowadays, like no one, it’s an old-fashioned concept, but Mrs. Holmes gets her these fancy address stickers and Rosie just needs to use them, so she does. And she shows John and Sherlock her first letter and asks them to take her to the post office to mail it out and they both see the bee address label and think….oh

Anyone else feel like Astro/Aroha is the safe fandom? Like if there is shit going down in another fandom you come back to Astro and just??? The sun is shining, birds are singing, my skin is clear, my grades are up, and everything is right with the world again

It’s already been said 26,478,902 times before, but I want to make a friendly PSA here. The point of RPGs is to play them *your way*. Some people create naïve darlings while others choose hardened veterans, cynical assassins, tanks, agenda-driven avengers, or outright scoundrels. (We really need to keep the word “scoundrel” alive, BTW)

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Cassian (& Nesta) Headcannon

This got a bit…. long


•Cassian, with his 500 years of living, has picked up how to play some musical instruments out of curiosity
•BUT, he’s never really played in front of or for anyone
•His favorite instrument is definitely the piano
•He just- he loves the way the chords flow together and the sounds that resonate in a room even after he’s stopped pressing down on the keys
•He loves to lose himself in the notes; to let everything in him be consumed by the way music affects him so intensely
•So one day, Cass is in the House of Wind or something when everyone else is gone doing their own thing
•He’s wandering around and just so happens to walk past one of his favorite rooms, where his beloved piano is bathed in golden sunlight in this open, airy balcony, music room type of thing
•And his fingers twitch as his side, yearning to create melodies long since suppressed, considering he hasn’t played in what seems like forever
•So he gently crosses the room and sits down on the bench; runs a hand lovingly across the lid of his piano before placing his fingers tentively on the ivory keys
•And with a deep breathe to calm his nerves, he begins to play
•It’s messy at first; years of not playing has caused his brain to muddle his usual technique, but he still continues, pushing on
•Slowly, slowly, the notes start to come out smoother
•Memories and notes come back to him in waves; his fingers dancing across the keys in excitement, having almost forgotten how good it feels to release his emotions and craft them into something beautiful
•He remembers now, why he started learning to play piano in the first place
•He remembers: a younger Cassian wandering around Velaris, centuries ago, and hearing something that stopped him in his tracks
•It was music- a type he’d never heard before; music that burrowed itself in his skin and settled along his bones
•So he followed that sound, coming to a shop with its door open, and peered in to see an older woman sitting at a piano bench
•He watched her for a few moments, losing himself in the movement of her hands- how intricate the chords seemed to be, and he wanted it so bad- wanted to know how to create something as breathtaking as that
•So after her musical piece came to an end, he approached her, swallowing his pride to get out the following breathless words, “Can you- can you teach me?”
•From then on, he would go to that little shop to be taught the ways of the massive instrument
•She taught him & he learned to know which pedals to push and how long to hold each note; how to build a piece higher and higher until the crescendo shattered into existence, all from the tips of their fingers
•Eventually, when he was quite advanced in learning and playing after months of practice, the woman told him that her job was done, all that was left was for him to create his own music instead of learning hers
• “You have so much inside of you,” she had said, gently pressing a palm to his heart. “You must take all those deeply buried feelings and let them out. Forge them into something useful, something that brings you peace instead of turmoil. You must understand that music is your companion, it will be there when all else is lost. Don’t forget to share your burdens, your happiness, your sorrow, with the one thing that will never betray you.” With that, she had taken the hand that was still on his chest and placed it on her magnificent piano, letting her own memories sweep her into an inviting embrace as Cassian quietly left for the day
•A few weeks later, as Cassian was making his way back to the old lady’s piano shop for a visit, he walked in to find the place empty- all except the piano they had played on together for hours on end
•And as he made his way over to the instrument, he found a note laying on top of it saying, “She is now yours, and she is your friend. Treat her well.”
•Cassian has never seen her again, but the memory of her will live on with him for as long as he’s alive
•So now, he is currently sitting still at the House of Wind, having lost himself in the memories of his earlier life, and he just - starts crying
•Like, it hits him so hard and he misses the old woman who taught him how to play and he wants to go back to the time where everything was not quite so hectic; before Amarantha and the King of Hybern and all the wars that he has fought in
•He wants to go back to the time where his soul wasn’t so heavy, even though he has never experienced a time where he’s been completely light hearted
•Not until her
•With that thought, his silent tears instantly slow until they stop
•When he’s with her, everything seems so simple
•Although she’s a pain in the ass a lot of the time, he wouldn’t have it any other way
•He recalls a past conversation with Rhysand, where his brother had confessed to him that when Feyre and him had first gone to the Summer Court, Feyre had told the High Lord Tarquin that, “It would be very easy to love you.” Rhys had been a wreck whenever it came to his mate (during the time she didn’t know she was his mate yet)
•But those words had stuck with Cassian for a while
•It is very, very easy to love Nesta
•With that notion, and feeling of love in his heart, he begins to play again
•But this song is slow, peaceful, and effortless
•He let’s his heart compose this piece, as his hands do the work
•The music is lovely, resembling the most cherished of his feelings
•And Cassian can’t help but memorize it; he knows it’s dedicated to his love- to Nesta
•And after this afternoon is over, and he has created the most graceful tune he has ever played, he knows he has to show her
•So when the opportunity arrives a week or two later, and Nesta & Cassian are alone, he brings her to his music room, and plays the piece he crafted for her
•And she knows, can feel it deep down in her soul, that the music he plays for her is for her ears alone
•She cherishes it, loves it, spills more than a few tears over it
•Cassian is so nervous and anxious because this is his first time showing someone this part of him, this love for piano
•But Nesta just comes over to sit next to him on the bench, and leans her head on his shoulder as she gently grabs his hand and entwines her fingers with his
•And he’s just silent, so full of happiness and he’s content and he’s proud to have a woman like Nesta in his life
•He tentively asks her, “Do you like it?”
•She turns her head to peer up at him, her eyes shining silver, “It’s perfect.”
•And the purest smile appears on his face and it just breaks her heart and mends it back together again all in the same instant and she leans in to kiss him
•And the kiss is slow and extraordinary, and it reminds them that they have the rest of their immortal lives to be with each other, and even in death they will not be separated

Things Tess Needs Before She Implodes
  1. Bellamy reciting mythology stories he still knows to Madi
  2. Bellamy reciting mythology stories he still knows to Clarke
  3. Bellamy reciting mythology stories he still knows to both Madi and Clarke to help them fall asleep while he’s still on watch because, “Who was telling you bedtime stories for six years, Princess?”
  4. Clarke and Bellamy both going to the drivers’ side door of the rover out of habit and Bellamy saying, “The last time I let you drive you almost ran me over.”
  5. Clarke having to show Bellamy the new landmarks on the ground, relating them to things that used to be there so he can get his bearings
  6. Abby greeting Clarke and immediately going to Bellamy and stroking his hair and telling him she’s glad he made it because that woman loves him and no one can convince me otherwise
  7. Bellamy getting pissed off at Miller for telling Madi ghost stories around the campfire before bed
  8. Abby meeting Madi for the first time and looking at Clarke with that Knowing Mom Gaze™
  9. Bellamy catching Abby’s expression and realizing how much Clarke loves Madi and definitely not being jealous because that’s ridiculous, totally ridiculous
  10. Clarke getting pissed at Bellamy for helping Madi with target practice because, “She already knows how to shoot, for gods sake.”
  11. Clarke stopping in her tracks before she can yell at him because he’s got his arm supporting Madi’s and damn it if it doesn’t remind her of a life that feels like it was a million years ago.
  12. Clarke definitely not feeling warmth spreading through her chest at the sight, nope, not at all.
  13. Clarke and Bellamy butting heads with their newfound leadership styles, but never giving up on each other because they can both see that person, their person, is still in there
  14. Bellamy and Clarke getting to fall in love with each other all over again, and this time they will finally be happy, damn it.

one day eleven and max realize that they’re both good singers and they start doing covers together in private.  eventually they show the boys and will, lucas, and dustin all wanna join because they love singing too, and eventually they get jonathan and steve to join them on the instrumental parts.  mike’s the band manager who constantly makes them play the songs over again, and nancy just shows up to practices to watch her dumb boyfriends show off

Okay so I’m going to actually just theorize here which is literally the entire reason I made this blog. So when I first saw this naturally I laughed and freaked out, but then I really started thinking about it. Why does he tell Guren to stop snoring first thing when he wakes up? Like that really implies that they are canon??? But I thought about it and tried to make sense of it without making them canon. So when you first wake up a lot of the time you are dazed and confused. Most of the time when people wake up they assume that they are in their room or wherever they normally sleep. So this really implies that Guren and Shinya sleep in the same room. In the Catastrophe at Sixteen novel Guren and co. All slept in the same room a couple of times while they were on missions. So knowing this we can figure that Shinya knew Guren snored from the time spent sleeping together in the novel. So I thought that maybe Shinya was bringing up Guren’s snoring from this time and was just teasing him rather than actually telling him to stop. But first off that was really long time ago and if Shinya was just joking then Guren would still have to be there for the joke to be affective, so Shinya would’ve figured that Guren was there??? Unless he just made a joke about Guren snoring to himself and said it out loud which would be really weird. Then I started thinking that maybe Shinya was a little more aware of his surroundings than I thought? If Shinya woke up and immediately remembered that he had been knocked out by Guren he could assume that Guren was in the room when he woke up, but why would he assume that Guren was also asleep? So obviously the only logical thing is that he says this because they often sleep in the same room together. So I started to think of situations in which they’d sleep together without being canon. First I thought back the the novels to when the gang had to sleep together while on missions. So maybe they still have late night missions a lot? But it just doesn’t make sense because from what we’ve seen in the anime and manga there have not been any over night missions and even if they did do overnight missions I imagine Shinya wouldn’t go with them all that often since he’s a major general now and technically no longer part of Guren’s squad? But if they did do these types of missions I feel like they’d have to be doing them a lot for his first reaction waking up to be to Guren’s snoring. So the only other possibility to them sleeping in the same room without being canon would be if they just slept together as friends, like sleep overs I guess? I mean like they’re really close, but they also are grown men so idk. Like there’s really no logical way to explain this other than being canon. I have so many questions, but I know that they’re never going to bring it up again cause it is kind of irrelevant to the plot. Well that’s enough theorizing for one day.

Believe It (Daryl x Reader)

Hi. :) Could you do an imagine where Daryl x Reader were in a relationship before the apocalypse and when it started they where apart from each other and, then they like meet again? It could be prison time or Alexandria or the Kingdom or season 1, it doesn’t matter. I know it sounds pretty confusing, but idk it was just an idea, I guess. Love your writing btw

Daryl had never told anyone about you.

For one thing, it never came up. He didn’t know why everyone cared about that sort of stuff. The stuff about who you were before. It didn’t matter anymore, so there was no point to it.

He also didn’t tell anyone about you because he wanted to keep you to himself. Those happy memories were sometimes the only thing that kept him going. For some reason everyone knowing seemed like it would ruin it.

He didn’t have any hope that he would find you, he had hardly any hope that you were still alive. He knew you were tough, but you were also too kind for your own good. He couldn’t imagine you ever killing a person, and that’s what it had come to these days. That’s what you had to do to survive

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dead of night ⎪au

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader 

Words: 1.6k (not again)

Warnings: uhm, idk nswf-ish(?)

A/N: This is for @rotisserierogers writing challenge. I have no idea where this came from, it’s the result of watching criminal minds and eating strawberries with chocolate at three in the morning. This is just weird, at least in my eyes, feel free to judge by yourselves and judge me if you want, whatever, it’s a free country. I kinda wrote this on a whim, sorry if there are any typos. 

James slammed the door of the truck shut, not bothering to pick up the wooden net nor the empty glass jar he had placed on the passengers seat previously. He would come back the following night; he always did, didn’t matter how much James tried to deny himself, he was a creature of habit.

With heavy steps he walked to his cabin reaching out for his keys inside his pockets. He had come back earlier than he had expected, the night was still young and Natasha was no longer there to keep him company.

Opening the door to his cabin, James was greeted with a high-pitched scream that broke through the silence of the night. He didn’t even budge, having already gotten accustomed to the sound, James had started to see it like a welcome home.

With heavy steps, James walked towards what he liked to call the living room, finding Natasha sitting by the bonfire with a book open on her lap; the same place she was when he had left.

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genre -  angst

summary - facetime with jimin for the first time in a long time…inspired by the gif below…also loosely inspired by thief by ansel elgort 

a/n - no idea where this came from, but yeah it just happened..i kinda started thinking about this at 7:30am in math class after seeing this jimin gif on my dash lol + sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes, i don’t proofread much

It had been three months, maybe four, heck you’d stopped counting, since you last talked to Jimin. It was easier that way. He was always too busy to talk, too tired, something, anything. He always had a reason not to talk. And you figured you’d quit putting in the effort.

You two have been together for a little over two years now, and sure things were great at first. You were in the honey moon phase. But now that he and the boys had become so popular, hardly taking a break, constantly promoting, you realized you were no longer his number one priority.

But you still were a supportive girlfriend, whether he was actually paying attention or not. You still bought all their albums, watched all their music videos and variety show appearances. Hell you even went to a concert without telling Jimin, because it wasn’t like he’d actually have the time to see you after. It was off to another city just like that.

So here you were, like most nights you lay awake, wondering how his day went. If he ate, how tired he must be from practicing so hard. Sure you’d texted and received a few replies, but that didn’t fill the void. You missed his voice, his laugh. God you loved that laugh. To be blunt, you missed him.

You rolled over, pulling your laptop from your beside and opening it, the bright light blinding you, but your eyes adjusted. You opened to FaceTime, scrolling to his contact, your mouse hovering over the call option. You could practically hear your heart beating in your chest, but you said fuck it and you sat, waiting, hoping that the call would connect.

Just as you were ready to close your laptop, he picked up, causing your heart to skip a beat.

At first the screen opened to an empty hotel room, and you were a bit confused. But soon Jimin appeared, sitting on the edge of his bed. He was in ripped jeans, your favorite, a black hoodie and black hat, and had sunglasses on. He looked great.

Neither one of you said anything, as if waiting for the other. Jimin took down his hood, then sat with his elbows on his knees as he looked at you, though you couldn’t tell because of his glasses.


“Hi.” His reply was short, and almost harsh. You ignored it, continuing on with whatever questions you felt like asking.

“Where are you guys now?”

He sat back, tilting his head to the side, seeming annoyed, but you tried your best to convince yourself he was just tired.

“Japan, and no Jungkook isn’t rooming with me. No one is.”

“I wasn’t going to-” you stopped yourself from getting angry with him, knowing it would get you nowhere fast. “How are you, you seem tired?”

Jimin sighed as took of his sunglasses, tossing them onto the dressed his laptop was propped up on. “I just came back from our concert.” His voice was a bit hoarse, he sounded exhausted. Taking off his hat his ran a hand through his air, which was now black, news to you. He tossed it aside with his glasses as well.

“I’m sure you gave the fans a great show.”

He scoffed at your words, leaning back on his hands as he stared at you. You could tell by his body language he was annoyed. “Y/n, why did you call me? To try and figure out what’s going on between us, or just to ask about my day?”

Both, that was what you wanted to say, but this being the first time you’d talked in so long, not knowing when you would get another chance to confront him, you had to be bold.

“I mean, what is going on between us? It’s been what, four months since we’ve actually talked, and I don’t mean your idea of us talking on the phone for five minutes before you have to go do something.”

You didn’t notice your tone until he adjusted his posture, as if surprised that you were as upset as you were. “Look, I’m just busy these days.” He ran a hand through his hair as he sat up, his eyes connecting with yours.

“I barely have time to sleep, I’m constantly going to different countries, performing. Coming back to shoot music videos and commercials. Sorry if I don’t have time to call you.”

“You should make time Jimin!” You practically startled yourself, Jimin just staring at you through the screen. “If you loved me, if you cared about this relationship anymore you would make time for a simple phone call every once and again.”

He laughed as he licked his lips, growing angrier the longer this call became.

“If I loved you? If I cared? Y/n, you think I haven’t thought about what I could do,to make things better? For me, you, for us? I have, I did, trust me I did. But, things just take a backseat when other important things come along.”

Tears were filling in your eyes, but you were trying your best to not let him see you upset, you swore long ago you would stop crying over him. Sure you still loved him, and you still would no matter what things he said to you. But, this Jimin, he wasn’t the Jimin you’d fallen in love with. “More important, right. That’s what I thought.”

“Y/n! Come on, I tried to fix myself, for so long. I tried to think how I could be a better man to you, to be what you deserved. But I got tired of trying to change myself. I couldn’t be the man you’d fallen in love with, people change, I changed.”

The next few minutes were filled with silence, and the occasional sigh until Jimin finally spoke again. “Let me guess, you’ve spent countless nights awake, wondering if I was okay, if I was eating well, how my schedule were treating me? Yeah well I had plenty of nights like that too. Wondering how you felt about me, what you thought of me now. And, one day I no longer cared. I didn’t spend those nights thinking of you, wondering what had happened in our relationship. I just, didn’t care.”

How? How could he simply just not care, you’d still been there, regardless if he knew or not, for months. Still supporting him, still loving him, missing him, wanting to hold him, kiss him, anything. How could he just stop caring about any of that?

“What are you trying to say?” Your voice was a bit shaky as you finally spoke, surely he’d seen your tears now, but you could care less, just wanting his explanation so you end the call quickly.

He sighed, shrugging as he looked at the clock at his bedside, telling you he was just ready to get this call finished. “I just, I don’t love you anymore y/n. I’m sorry, but, I stopped loving you months ago.”

Those words practically ripping your heart from your chest. While you had still been hoping for something to change, he had made up his mind, while you were made to believe there was still a chance for some sort of fix.

“So, while you’ve been texting and calling, barely, with me these past few months, that whole time you’d felt nothing. You were just going to let me believe there was still something there, until I finally confronted you about it? How can you do that to me? I’ve been by your side for how long, and you just play with my heart and emotions? I could have moved on long ago, I could have saved myself all the stress and pain these last months have brought me. But because you didn’t have the balls to come right out and say it, I’m the one who has to suffer?”

He put his hands in the air, as if to say there was nothing done wrong on his end, but you were over it.

“Well you got what you wanted Jimin, you don’t have to worry about fixing things because this relationship is done. I wish the best with everything, tell the boys I’m sorry for bringing the into things. I can’t believe I looked like such an idiot because of you. Goodbye Jimin.”

You closed your laptop, surprised you didn’t break the thing in half with how hard you slammed it shut, and set it back on your nightstand. As you laid down you were a bit shocked, you thought that if, and when you and Jimin ever broke up, your reaction would have been much different then it was now. But you had no tears, no sadness, instead almost the feeling of a weight being lifted off your shoulders.

Now you no longer had to worry, or stress over when he would finally answer a call or reply to a text. Sure you would miss him, but you’d held on for too long when you should have let go.

As you tried to go to sleep, your phone dinged at your bedside, and you questioned who would be texting you so late, and as you looked at the screen you laughed.

[Jimin]: I’m sorry things had to happen that way

Rolling your eyes you clicked his contact name, scrolling to the bottom of the screen until you saw the block button appear, pressing it and smiling as you tossed your phone back to it place on your nightstand.

Ugh my endings suckkkkkk, but like I hope you all like this? Idk where it came from but I got super inspired by a gif and a little by a song and that rarely has happened to me lately so enjoy it because who knows when I will find inspiration for a new scenario again hahha

Feeling Alive- Part 13

Summary: Dance school!AU (or the Step Up/Pride and Prejudice mash up nobody asked for). Bucky Barnes is forced to take twelve hours of commercial dance classes to pass the year- and that just happens to be your regular weekly dance class.


Part 1 (Slow Hands)

Part 2 (Stay)

Part 3 (There Will Come a Time)

Part 4 (Weapon of Choice)

Part 5 (Came Here For Love)

Part 6 (Where the Sky Hangs)

Part 7 (When Can I See You Again?)

Part 8 (Manhattan)

Part 9 (Skip To The Good Bit)

Part 10 (Poison & Wine)

Part 11 (Clean)

Part 12 (Where To Start)

Second Chances

Pairing: Bucky Barnes X Reader

Chapter 14/17: Second Chances

Word count: 2829

Warnings: Maybe a bit of swearing? Idk guys I’m so tired

OK… First things first THANK! YOU! ALL! In my head I refer to you all as The Ace Gang because you are all ace and I enjoy making references to British teen literature but the main thing to take from that is that you are ACE. And WONDERFUL. And AMAZING. And I’m running out of superlatives, so have a heart <333 Second things second… IT’S THE FINAL COUNTDOWN (nuh nuh nuuh nuh). This chapter, one sort of chapter that’s barely long enough to count but doesn’t fit anywhere else, then the final 4k plus monster (I haven’t actually finished writing it yet but nm) and then the epilogue!!! Third things third I have (with little fanfare) opened requests. So if that’s a thing you’re interested in you know where to find me. OK. That’s everything. Let’s go.

“You took him back?!”

You look sternly at Wanda. “No. I just… I couldn’t throw it away completely. But I’m taking things even slower than before. We’re not even texting.”

It’s true. You’d been walked back to your flat last night by Sam (singing loudly) and Nat (singing even louder), leaving Bucky to deal with Steve. Judging by the glower on Bucky’s face, that had not been set to be a fun conversation. Regardless, this morning you still have nothing more to say to him. This second chance is a tentative, cautious thing- walking across thin, fracturing ice, or leaning out over a precipice with nothing but the wind to hold you back- and your instinct is to withdraw.

Wanda appraises you over the rim of her mug. “You really like this guy.”

“I really liked this guy,” You clarify. “But now…”

A phone trills, and Wanda grimaces as you deal with the squirming mass of emotion in your stomach.

“Sorry, Y/N, do you mind if I take this?”

You wave her ahead, and she lifts the phone to her ear.

“Hey, Leo, what’s up?”

You raise an eyebrow. Leo is your current partner in the Advanced class: loud, cheerful and with a good sense of humour, he’s been the perfect antidote to the past few weeks. OK, he’s not as good as Wanda- but to make the troupe even, she needs to take on the follow role for the competition.  The lady herself shoots you a don’t ask me look as she listens to Leo down the phone. Then, in an instant, her expression clouds over.

“Ah, I’m sorry to hear that, Leo. Are you sure-? OK. OK, thanks for letting me know. I’m sure they’ll be glad to see you. Alright, bye.” She ends the call, then gives a dramatic groan. You don’t even have to say anything; she sighs and begins to explain.

“Leo’s datemate has just been made redundant. He’s moving down there for a couple of weeks, just while they get back on their feet, but it’s a four-hour drive from here. He called to say he’s dropping out of the competition.” Wanda’s mouth twists, and you frown in sympathy.

“Damn. Can’t you ask Pietro?” Wanda’s brother might not class himself as a dancer, but his natural athleticism and years of exposure to his sister’s training have made him more than capable of picking up routines, and he’s stepped in more than once to fill up the troupe. Wanda, however, shakes her head.

“He’s got a triathlon that day.” She buries her head in her hands. Her voice is muffled and furious. “I’m doomed. We’re going to lose to Vision before we even start.”

You try not to smirk at her mention of Luiz (who happens to be hosting the afterparty, and if you can’t engineer a situation that ends in the two of them dating you will be forced to admit defeat and eat your leggings), and instead try to think of a solution. Wanda’s right- you can’t perform the routine with one lead down. The dynamics, the symmetry, the impact would all be lost. You need… Someone to step in.

Someone who has experience.

Someone who understands how the troupe operates.

Someone who’s even practiced some of the routine before.

It’s your turn to groan.

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while its still in season, heres the lot of were/vamp (mostly tdbk) things \o/ if u recognize the scene in one of the doodls, its from this excellent werevamp tdbk fic:

one more ridiculous below the readmore

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(I saw this on the back of a pack of gummy bears I have & suddenly got this idea with the ot4)

Izuku: *talking in a serious tone* Kacchan, Shoucchan, Shincchan we need to talk

Shouto: Yes Izuku?

Katsuki: What now Deku? I’m fucking busy

Hitoshi: What is it?

Izuku: Well you see….I’ve been cheating on all of you for the past week…

Shouto: *surprised* What?

Katsuki: Are you fucking kidding?

Hitoshi: *pins Izuku to the wall* Who is it your cheating on us with and what do they have that we don’t?

Izuku: U-um well you see… *holds out pack of gummies & shows them the back*

Katsuki: *flips the table* You motherfucker

Shouto: You got me there Izuku

Hitoshi: Play like that again and maybe we’ll take our revenge

Izuku: *laughs*

(K, so this one got a teeny little bit dirty consider yourself warned.)


“Jesus Sam! Can’t you fucking knock?” You shrieked. Sam had just walked in on you and Dean in an extremely compromising position. You scrambled to cover yourself, even though Sam had turned his back to you already. 

“I. Did!”

“Sorry, man didn’t hear you.” Dean chuckled, wiping his mouth. “When she gets really excited she tends to really clamp her thighs down. Hard to hear when you’re in there.”

“Tell me you didn’t just say that.” Mortified. That was the only way to describe how you felt, and apparently Dean was feeling the exact opposite. Smug bastard.

“Uh, yeah. He did. Ok, so I’m just uh, I'm gonna go wait outside and then I’ll be out there not-not in here. Cool.”

“Give us twenty.” Dean winked at you.

“What? We’ll be out in five minutes tops, Sam.” Dean was bunching his hands at the bottom of the sheet you were clutching to your chest. “Dean. What’re you doing?“  

Sam was already out the door, and just before he closed it Dean yelled at him. "Thirty Sammy, maybe go get some food. None for me though, I’ll be full.”

You swore you heard Sam gagging as the door slammed shut.

“Seriously Dean?” By now he was tugging at the sheet, pulling it down, exposing your body once again.

“Well, sweetheart, you know me.” Licking his lips, his eyes trailed up your body. “I’m not one to start something and not finish…”

“If you for one minute think you’re getting laid after this you’re out of you fucking mind Winchester. Make yourself useful and get my pants.”


“No. Now go before I kick you in the face.”


GUESS WHO JUST HIT 300 ?! ( probably me lmao ) but heyyyyy thanks to this 300 people for putting up with my shy, weird, lazy & selective ass every single day. ( idk where you all came from, but i’m THANKFUL. ) also !!! i love every single one of you even if i don’t show it that much. anyway, this is just me saying thank you & not making the message long. under the cut are some people who should be noticed & followed because they’re all amazing. I SWEAR. without them, i wouldn’t last long here. c: 

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“What do you look for in a lover, Jared?” you asked, and he paused for a moment, looking at you curiously.

“Shorter than me,” he answered, and you raised an eyebrow.

“That’s not difficult.”

Much shorter than me,” he added, and you grinned.

Oh,” you nodded, “You got a height kink?”

He shrugged, looking down at you as if he was measuring you with his eyes.

“I’m big as it is,” he reminded you, “But compared to someone, say, five-two, five-three? I’m huge.”

A smirk spread on your face, and you tilted your head up at him, “Are you coming onto me, Padalecki?”

Jared shrugged again, smirking right back.

“If that’s what you’re into.”

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anonymous asked:

I adore the idea of Draco having to bend down to put his head on Harry's shoulder dhdbjddh

Harry’s frowning at the sports section of the Prophet when Draco decides to dramatically flop down next to him. Harry doesn’t even take his eyes off the Cannons versus Falcons match report he’s reading as he shifts to make space.

“Tough day at work?” He asks.

Draco hums under his breath and scoots closer to Harry, bending down a little to rest his head on Harry’s shoulder. It’s not a comfortable position, considering that Draco’s almost two inches taller than him.

“You’re going to get a sore neck again,” Harry warns half-heartedly. He’s already started playing with Draco’s hair, he isn’t much inclined to move either.

Draco grunts in response and curls up further, pushing his icy nose deeper in Harry’s neck. Harry nudges him just a little.

“Don’t ask me for a rub at night.”

Draco starts to place chaste kisses behind Harry’s ear. “Shut up Potter,” he mumbles under his breath.

Harry laughs as he turns back to his paper. He lets himself relax under Draco’s weight, feeling warm and content.

anonymous asked:

Pietro + reader with 141?

Characters: Reader x Pietro Maximoff

Warnings: none

Prompts: “Why are you taking so many photos?”

Word Count: 476

A/N: lmao idk where this idea came from but i hope you like it !!


You laughed as Pietro raised the new camera he bought to snap a picture of you. The two of you were walking on the beach, watching the sun set and eating ice cream. You had accidentally tried to take a bite out of your cone without looking, and ended up smearing ice cream on your nose.

“You look so silly.” Pietro laughed as he inspected the image, before letting the camera dangle from his neck again. He licked his own ice cream as you stuck your tongue out playfully, and the two of you laughed again. He slung an arm around your waist and pulled you closer to him, and you rested your head on his shoulder as the two of you continued to walk.

“Today was so lovely, Pietro.” you sighed, and Pietro smiled. “Thank you for taking me out today.”

“No problem.” Pietro replied, kissing your forehead as the two of you started walking onto the pier. With Pietro being an Avenger and all, he was often super busy. However, he always tried to put in an effort to spend time with you.

Pietro raised his camera again and angled it towards the two of you, and the both of you grinned as he snapped another photo. You didn’t want to ruin the moment, but you wondered why Pietro had bought the camera – he wasn’t really a photography guy.

The two of you continued walking along the pier, both your faces glowing in the orange light of the sunset as you finished your ice cream. Pietro gestured for you to go up to the railing, which you hesitantly did. He raised the camera again, and you rolled your eyes good-naturedly as he called out, “Smile!”

You struck a silly pose, causing him to chuckle to himself, before you held out your hand and gestured for him to come closer. He took your hand, and you pulled him towards you, and the two of you smiled as you kissed him.

Tracing your finger along his jaw, you finally blurted, “Why are you taking so many photos?”

A smile lit up Pietro’s face, and you tilted your head as he replied, “I just want to document this day.”

“Why’s that?” you asked, still not completely understanding. Pietro suddenly looked nervous, and he reached into the pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small box. You gasped, clasping a hand over your mouth as Pietro slowly got down onto one knee.

“This is why.” he replied sheepishly, and he opened the box, revealing a small ring inside. “y/n… will you marry me?”

You didn’t respond, instead flinging your arms around him and planting little kisses all over Pietro’s face. Laughing, he pulled the ring out of the box and slid it onto your finger as he remarked, “I’ll take that as a yes, then.”

anonymous asked:

......i'll only ask you about how much you want to bone luca IF you tell us about the scene at monets berm in detail to the best of your recollection

ok bitch you got me!! fine!

so idk if my dumb ass just don’t know what a berm is but… they were in a field LMAO. so it follows the book pretty closely: you see that really dramatic shot of oliver in the foreground and elio in the background, they’re sitting outside in the yard by the pool and elio recalls the story about the knight who doesn’t know whether to speak or die (fyi, elio hears this story in his mother and father’s laps during a rainstorm where his mom translates it from german and it is the sweetest fucking moment because you can tell it’s one of those times when his parents are reaching out and trying to give him courage and IT’S MY FAVORITE)

so whatever they decide to bike into town together and they have the confession, where elio tells oliver how he feels (kind of… the whole “i don’t know anything about the things that matter, i’m telling you this because you’re the only one i can tell and i want you to know” etc). oliver tells him they can’t talk about things like that and elio seems disheartened but content to get over it for the sake of their friendship. they hop on their bikes after oliver gets his translations and ride for what seems like a REALLY long time, stopping for water at a cute old lady’s villa. elio pulls off the road and asks if oliver wants to see something special, and takes him to this little pond/creek/rivulet/water feature that he says is his special spot, etc. etc. all lifted from the book. oliver screams when he jumps in because it’s cold? and they both lay on the grass at the edge of this field and bake in the sun for a few long moments. elio says “i love this, oliver” and i think? oliver says “us?” and idk. oliver rolls over and starts to trace elio’s lips with his finger which obviously makes elio’s day, because he opens his mouth and licks and bites oliver’s fingertip for a few really long, lazy moments, and oliver is obviously totally transfixed because he can’t stop. and elio sits up and just kisses the ever living out of him. oliver pushes him off after a few seconds and delivers the “better now?” line (this is where that leaked audio came from), and elio goes in for the kill AGAIN like bless him. and they kiss kiss kiss and then oliver pushes him off again and is like “stop, we’ve been good. we haven’t done anything to be ashamed of yet. and elio just, without fanfare or pretense, grabs oliver’s junk. and like i said in a previous answer, it’s really not sexual or sensual at all. it seems more like a challenge, like his answer to oliver’s assertion that they’ve been good and pure. elio says something like “am i embarrassing you” and oliver just pats this poor boy’s hand on top of his dick and in the saddest moment in cinema removes it. and when they get up to go it’s like, very sweet. like oliver is trying to set boundaries and elio is having none of it. there’s no tension or misgivings in the air, even if for the rest of the day oliver fucks off and ignores him.

it’s like, a really lovely and cathartic scene. you’re just SO ready for it once it happens and the guys are so wonderful and natural, it’s like a dream sequence. it elicited a visceral reaction from the entire theater: everyone was like yes, children… roll in that grass and make out, you deserve it. from what i recall from both the film and the book it’s a pretty accurate translation from the book but it’s been a long time since i read it and like i said, i literally am having short term memory loss over these screenings