also it amuses me how he looks mildly confused in every picture


Fic Recs: You Show Me Yours by endingthemes:(~11k)

When Erik receives nudes in the middle of the night from an unknown number, he’s confused and mildly amused. He doesn’t expect it to turn into an actual conversation…with feelings.

As if that’s not baffling enough, his friend’s brother ends up crashing at his place, further complicating everything.

Comments: Amazing, incredibly sweet, wonderfully written fic, please kudo this to outer space. It’s in Erik’s pov, but you can see Charles pining - both of them pine like the idiots they usually are , and there are misunderstandings and texting sass and all that jazz of a good fluffy rom com. I have reread this at least three times

spacehussy replied to your post “What do you think would happen if Ajay did try to run Kyrat and…”

God yes. He’d make a brilliant and effective second hand guy for a good leader but he is NOT that leader. (So totally here for accidental benevolent warlord Ajay Ghale though)

So I couldn’t stop thinking about “accidental benevolent warlord Ajay Ghale”, and then somehow fic happened

Ajay’s been in Kyrat for about three months now, and he still hasn’t figured out if he’s technically there of his own free will or not. It’s weird. The whole situation is really fucking weird. Pagan Min is really fucking weird. Took Ajay’s passport but gave him back his history, took Ajay’s phone but gave him an army in return. Ajay woke one morning to discover the entire contents of his old apartment neatly packed up in the courtyard, and Pagan was furiously threatening to have some hapless porter shot because he accidentally dented the corner of a box or something. It’s ridiculous.

Ajay quickly intervened on behalf of the porter, and then spent the rest of the day unpacking his things while trying to ignore the burning lump in his throat and the sting in his eyes. There weren’t nearly as many boxes as he would’ve expected and it hurt, in a really odd way. Did the sum total of his life in the States really amount to so little?

It’s…different here. Pagan is deeply terrifying, but he’s also kind of fascinating in a “car crash you can’t look away from” sort of way and Ajay, rather in spite of himself, finds himself liking the guy. A lot, actually.

Which probably says something pretty disturbing about his own psyche, considering: (a) Mom, (b) Lakshmana, and © all the really fucked up things Pagan does without any thought whatsoever, because holy shit is the dude messed up, and that’s on a good day. Ajay spent his first month or so walking on eggshells until he clued in to the fact that Pagan would blow up the fucking moon if Ajay asked; after that, things became a lot easier.

Namely, he realized it was easier to ask for forgiveness than permission. Amazing the kinds of things you can do when you have an entire army at your disposal.

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Blind People Dont Forget Their Glasses

So, yeah. Since I am complete trash I just turned in Phanfiction for a grade in my college English Comp 101 class. I need help. Anyway, I fell in love with this prompt here 

Summary: Dan has good vision. Always has. But if being nearsighted helps him talk to the cute grad student next to him in his history class weeeeeeeeellllll…

Also, if you’re interested, I had to make a 30 second video for it. Go crazy.

Okay, you can do this Dan coached himself. You’re a reasonably attractive guy and you’ll regret not saying anything if you let this opportunity pass you by. Just lean over and talk to him. Just ask him out for coffee. Sitting next to him was Phil Lester. Dan didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he was the grad student working in his history class and that he really liked lions.

Oh, and he was hella good looking.

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anonymous asked:

HAMMOCK CUDDLES (you can do literally any tmr pairing you want i just want hammock cuddles)


Title: What Do I Gotta Do (to Get You to Love Me too)

Pairing: Minho/Thomas, background Minho/Newt/Thomas

Rating: R

Author’s note: I haven’t written porn in ages, so i’m super rusty. Cut me some slack. I’m also apparently incapable of writing things without including Thominewt somewhere in the background. 

This has not been beta’d, and it’s almost one in the morning. I don’t even care.


It’s nearly dark and Thomas is nervous.

The places where Ben bruised him on the shoulders and the wounds on his wrist still sting when he pulls the muscles wrong, and the palms of his hands itch with anticipation.

You can do this,’ he thinks, bottom lip chewed red and raw under the abuse of his worrisome teething. ’You spent the entire day with him. He nominated you to take over his freaking job. He’s not gonna drive you away with a stick.’

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