among other things but yeah... he is!

ppl in WoW: yeah anduin is finally a badass now!
me, thinking about how anduin literally went by himself to face down garrosh, the warchief of the horde, or how anduin stood up to his father to stop him from killing moira, among the dozen other things he did: 

Mass Effect Andromeda ‘Leaks’

So there were a couple more ‘leaks’ about Andromeda the other day, around Jaal in particular, but also the existence and purpose of the Kett, and yeah, take these with a grain of salt, but things seem to match up pretty well.

- Jaal has “sad vibes”: he often looks and sounds melancholic, but he is also very curious and can get quite excited about new things that intrigue him

- He is sympathetic towards Ryder’s cause and admires their courage. He joins the Initiative to understand better the new races and find a footing among new people after feeling estrangered from his own home.

-As some suggested before, the Kett are Angara who went through a painful, forced transformation. They believe this will make them powerful, that this is the right way for their race to evolve, and so the angaran race split into two factions: that’s why we saw Ryder fight some of them in the gameplay videos

- Jaal belongs to the angaran Resistance Force that tries to oppose these traitorous, dangerous angaran. Many of his people were captured, including his father, whom he tried to save. He didn’t succeed and was tortured and almost turned into a Kett. That experience deeply scarred him (not just outside: notice the ugly scar on his left “tentacle”) and that explains his deep sadness

- Despite everything, he is still very emotive. He is described as “soulful” and he always thinks before speaking, meditating long on important topics that interest him. He asks many questions, but also loves receiveing many as well, as long as Ryder goes straight to the point.

- He has difficulties understanding Milky Way jokes and customs and prefers to be talked in a direct, honest manner. His romance with FemRyder is a slow-burn romance and you must be patient with him and try to understand him. It’s very worth the trouble, though, (hot sex scene too), and it’s implied his romance will be the one to include the “non traditional marriage” the devs spoke about.

Tsundere Jungkook in Bon Voyage

…when Jimin lost his bags.
I know, another throwback and random rant. I’m so sorry :D -.- But every time I remember moments like this it makes me smile, so maybe it will make someone else smile, too :)

Yesterday I mentioned how Jungkook keeps his ‚pokerface‘ sometimes on camera. This is really alike in a way. I was inspired by that lovely gifset of Jungkook in Bon Voyage, first all about pranking Jimin who lost his phone. But the second sad Jimin appeared, Jungkook gave him his phone, his plans to prank him flying out of the window. (♥♥)

The beginning of Bon Voyage where Jimin forgot his suitcase on the bus is very similar situation. We have foolish, cute and panicked Jimin over his bag, dad Namjoon and mom Jin dealing with it, rest of the members shook… and then we have Jungkook. Who is not even on camera as much, but when he is, there’s just footage of him, being very nervous. We all know he has lots of things he does when he’s nervous/not comfortable, among others, there are these „mouth-movements“ (yep, there’s also Jeonlous tongue thing :D ^^). So while Namjoon calls the consulate, Jungkook is quiet but his expression is screaming once again.

One of the staff members goes to him and asks him on camera how he feels about this whole „Jimin-lost-his-bags“ situation. Jungkook is casual af, even goes through his hair – totally chill – and says: „Oh, you just have to let it go!“. Pretending he doesn’t care. Yeah, sure you don’t, that’s why you almost ate your face from the inside earlier. (His face reminds me of that in AHL when they kidnapped them. I don’t know till this day if he bit his lips so he wouldn’t cry or he bit his lips so he would cry and kidnappers took mercy upon him, but sure as heck he wasn’t feeling cool about that situation, either.)

Anyway they go to their apartment, then they grab some food, he still pretends he’s casual about everything, even takes pictures of some flowers :D (I laugh so hard at that part every time :D)
Well, Jimin then goes to pick up his bags from the airport bus and as he’s coming back, guess who we see in the window of the restaurant, full with his „you have to let it go“ attitude, looking over if Jimin has his things now?

…I bet you’re all surprised. It’s Jungkook. Only one of the other six members that paces by the window, probably nervous if his hyung found his belongings.

So, same as yesterday, I’m not sure what I was trying to do here. But I’m just gonna say Jungkook likes to act all tsundere on Bon Voyage, when it’s obvious he’s soft for Jimin-hyung. And once again, I think that’s cute :D ^^

K, bye ~

Moses had a son named Aaron, who himself had two sons named Nadab and Abihu: They appear only briefly in Leviticus when Moses is showing the priests how to priest properly. Following the rules prescribed by God, Aaron slaughters some animals, cuts off the bits he’s supposed to cut off, lays the offerings down on the altar in the correct way, lights up some incense, and waits. God approves of the ritual and makes a big light show to tell Aaron that he did well, and all the priests celebrate a job well done.

Next, Nadab and Abihu do the exact same thing. Only this time, God instantly incinerates the brothers in a furious hellstorm right in front of their horrified father.

Now, there’s been a lot of debate among Bible scholars about what exactly Nadab and Abihu did wrong. Some have suggested they used the wrong incense (“Is that that pine bullshit? Nobody likes that pine bullshit!”), while others think they may have lit the fire wrong. Either way, Moses puts his arm around Aaron and basically tells him, “Yeah, your kids explode sometimes. C'est la vie!”

Aaron’s surviving children and nephews then have to bury the dead brothers, but Moses warns them to be doubly careful because if they make God any angrier by complaining, or even not combing their hair properly, he’ll probably kill everyone in Israel. Why? Well, you’ve guided all your Sims to the pool and then removed the ladder. You know why.

6 Bible Stories Where The Moral Was ‘Haha F*ck You, I’m God’

[follow up to this Dex/Nursey ficlet]

They walk back to the dorms between rain showers, the backs of their hands brushing. Derek’s heart beats too quickly in his chest. He keeps swallowing, as though he can dislodge the ache of anticipation that sits tight against his throat.

It is very persistent.

They part to step around a particularly large puddle, and when they come back together Derek can’t tell if Dex’s eyes linger or his own. He wants to reach out, tangle their fingers together. Hold on and ask if this is–finally–it.

He doesn’t. He could–Dex basically invited him to…allow himself–but he doesn’t.

The world is gray around them, spring taking its time, until the sun dips below the clouds, above the horizon. It turns the water accumulated in the street and on the sidewalk gold. It turns Dex’s hair into something bright and burnished. It’s a color Derek associates with signs that say ‘Do Not Touch.’ Derek’s fingers itch.

“What’re your plans tonight?”

Derek blinks. “What?”

The corner of Dex’s mouth nearest Derek quirks up as he ducks his head. Derek catches it before the collar of his jacket obscures the view, and then Dex is shrugging and straightening. “Your plans, Nurse. For tonight. What are they?”

He’s got reading he should do, an essay he should at least outline. He was going to lie on his bed and read and think about Dex’s tapered fingers and the curve of his spine. But something changed at Annie’s; he’s not sure how to ask if the curl of those fingers and the dip of his spine are on the table now, Dex offering himself up as easily as the muffin he’d pushed toward Derek.

Derek swallows. “Nothing much. Thought maybe I’d just, y'know, go back to my room and chill.”

It makes Dex snort, the sound somehow fond and not cruel out here among the trees and wet grass, the sheltering sky above.

They’re quiet for a moment, nothing but the sound of their shoes on the pavement, traffic, a dog barking. Dex’s breath. Then Dex says, “Do you want to come back to my room?”

You gonna let yourself have other things you want?

Derek’s fingers curl against his palm, empty space wanting to be filled.

“Yeah,” he says, “yeah. That’d be good.”

Dex’s answering smile melts Derek like gold.

a good autistic character, hallelujah

Watch Dogs 2 has an autistic character and for once it’s actually not a total disaster.

Which type Josh has is never stated outright (or I just haven’t gotten that far yet) but he covers a general range of behaviors that strongly imply that he has Asperger’s syndrome, which was confirmed in interviews with the voice actor. He lacks understanding of metaphors, hyperbole and rhetorical questions, is generally awkward in social situations, acts a bit obsessive over particular interests (hacking, taking down corruption), and seems pretty neurotic as well. He’s quick to panic and blame himself when something goes wrong.

Thing is… I like him. Mostly because the people around him like him. His friends never demean him for his quirks. They correct his social mistakes without any negativity, and are quick to reassure him when he panics. He’s welcome. His input is appreciated and his help is valuable. That’s very important, and shows people, autistic and allistic alike, how a person like him can still function among other people.

So… yeah. Good job, Watch Dogs 2. Brownie points.

a love letter to brown eyes | shawn mendes

requested by anonymous

word count: 1,539

author’s note: bet y’all weren’t expecting this on a monday, huh? i hope this is okay, anon! I’m sorry it’s pretty much all dialogue.

Your name: submit What is this?

There were not many secrets between you and Shawn. He knew about the time you threw up in front of your entire second-grade class during a field trip, you found out about all the drama with his friends from school, and you had shared - in length - the most awkward highlights of your terrible first kiss behind the bleachers in middle school.

And somehow, even after all the confessions and conversations a two-year relationship entailed, you were still discovering new sides to the floppy-haired boy that first shyly approached you at a mutual friend’s party two years ago.

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fucking feelings

“Please marry me.”

Snowy narrows his eyes but doesn’t answer.


Oh, for fuck’s sake. “What do you want now?”

“I’m say what I want,” Tater says. He’s a big shirtless basset hound in this bed, and Snowy wishes he had a bone or a chew toy to give him. “I want you marry me.”

“Right. Of course you do.” Snowy rolls over onto his other side.

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Am I the only one who likes both Sakura and Hinata anymore?

Well, I guess World War Naruto 3,947,862 has started up, and this time it’s Sakura vs Hinata!

Which bums me out because I like both of them, and they both are pretty chill with each other too…

I’ll start off by saying that, yeah, if I was being hung over a cliff by an evil villain and he told to pick one or else he would drop me to my death, I would choose Sakura. But I still love Hinata oodles. And I don’t enjoy yelling about which one is better than the other. I have better things to do with my time, like daydreaming about marrying Kakashi.

I think this weird battle to the death among us all began because some people claimed that Hinata is more of a heroine than Sakura. I don’t think that’s true at all, as Sakura has been stated to be the (main) heroine and is a main character, but why do we need to drag Hinata under the bus to prove that point?

Hinata is a support character, and one which many idolize and admire. Does it annoy me when people claim she’s a bigger character than Sakura? Yes, but I don’t call Hinata names and treat her like fucking trash to make Sakura look good. EXTREME HINATA BASHING MAKES SAKURA AND HER FANS LOOK BAD. Just like how Hinata extremists make themselves look bad going through crazy ass hoops to try to somehow explain why Sakura isn’t a main character. BOTH EXTREMES SUCK. They just further make the Naruto fandom a giant blood bath where you’re lucky to get out alive.

I admire both girls for their different and unique abilities, strengths, and personalities.

But now I feel like I am being tugged like a rope in tug-o-war!


What I admire about my lovely badass Sakura:

I admire Sakura for her ability to wear her emotions on her sleeve:

Her strong will:

The courage and dedication it took for her to to become strong enough to fight along side the ones she loved (Sasuke and Naruto) despite not being born into a well known ninja clan or family:

Her loyalty to her friends:

Her pure selflessness:

And her ability to love so selflessly and unconditionally:

What I love about my sweet and innocent Hinata:

Although she was so close to giving up absolutely everything, as many of us have been, she was able to pick herself up:

She was able to find the courage to finally confess her love to the boy she admired since childhood:

And while Sakura was able to confess to her love much more easily than Hinata, she had not been as beaten down in life beforehand as Hinata had been by her clan and father. In fact, Hinata being able to overcome her father’s lack of support and neglect is something else I admire Hinata for:

Her ongoing battle with her low self esteem is very relate-able to many of us:

Hinata’s warm heart:

Having a big heart is something I admire about both Sakura and Hinata, as I already mentioned. Hinata was loathed by Neji as children, but she still affectionately called him her brother, and so desperately wanted his acceptance and friendship. (She just did not have the tools to go about this properly until Naruto came along. Support character problems, am I right?)

Honestly, I think a lot of Hinata’s flaws and fears came from her poor upbringing, which many people (myself included) relate to so much. That’s why so many people are ready to defend her until the end. We hate seeing someone who has already been so beaten down continued to be thrown down farther.

As for Sakura, she was able to go beyond what it took to gain her tremendous strength, which is SO admirable and relate-able, which is why many of us are ready to fight to the death to the Sakura haters who REFUSE to acknowledge the power of hard work, or call her useless because she didn’t have the help of a clan trait or demon fox inside her.

Can’t we just enjoy being able to watch both women grow individually? No? I’m stupid and you hate me? Okay.

Thanks for reading my ramblings. I love both of them, and yelling at me about it won’t change it. <3

Request: Mine

Request: Well, i was thinking about an imagine in which get drunk at a party an Juice drives you back home and you confess that you love him and you are jealous of the crow eaters?

Originally posted by carlos-juanortiz


My father was a mechanic at Teller-Morrow Automotive and I had grown up around Samcro; I knew all the bikers and they were my friends. Their queen, Gemma Teller, was an important person in my life. She taught me a lot about that life, among other things that helped me to become a strong woman. However, crow eaters and sweetbutts still underestimated me, thinking I was just an innocent little girl.

“You don’t curse. You don’t get into fights. You don’t get drunk”, Chibs liked to remind me whenever I complained about it, “You’re a sweet girl”

Yeah, I got that often. I could be an old lady, I just had to prove to them and, more important, have an old man. That’s the hardest part. Do you know why? Because the man I wanted wouldn’t look at me like that. 

Juice was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met. He was nice to me and always respectful, but I wanted him to want me, look me like he looked at the other girls. Chibs knew I liked him and was constantly telling me I was better than the crows, but I couldn’t stop comparing me to them. Like the one who was touching Juice when I walked in the clubhouse that night.

He saw me but I quickly turned my look to the bar, walking toward there to get a drink. Chucky raised an eyebrow at me but put a glass in front of me. I glanced over my shoulder and Juice was still there, across the room, talking to Kozik while the crow stroked his arm. I was so angry that get drunk seemed to be a good idea, so I grabbed the bottle from Chucky’s hand.

“Aye lass”, I bumped into Chibs on my way out, “Where are you going?”

“Bite me”, I barked, though he didn’t deserve it. I walked to the swing Gemma had bought for the kids and sat there, drinking alone.

Chibs’ POV

He had finished his first beer of the night and was going to get another one when Y/N bumped into him. She was storming out the clubhouse and snapped when Chibs talked to her. That wasn’t like her at all and it took just one look around the clubhouse for him to understand why she was acting like that. A crow eater was all over Juice and he was letting her. Stupid boy.

Chibs shook his head and sat by the bar. Soon Tig joined him, “Did you see Y/N?”, his brother asked, “She just passed by me and is in the swing, drinking all alone”

“Aye, I saw her”, Chibs nodded and motioned at Juice’s direction. Tig turned around and followed his gaze.

“Idiot”, his brother mumbled.They had noticed, a while ago, Y/N’s interest on Juice and couldn’t understand why they weren’t together already. The young Son liked her too, always following her with his puppy eyes when Y/N wasn’t looking. “Should we do something?”, the blue eyed man asked.

“I don’t know Tig”, Chibs sighed, “I don’t know”


They were playing pool and Chibs didn’t know how much time had passed until Y/N come back. She was drunk, carrying the empty bottle as she tried to get to the bar to asked for another one.

“Lass”, he walked to Y/N, to hold and stop her.

“Let me go Scottie”, she mumbled as he made her sit down. Chibs asked the prospect to bring her water and when he looked at Y/N again she was glaring at Juice, “Bitch! What is that crow doing?”

She got rid of him and crossed the room, faster than Chibs thought she could walk. Y/N grabbed the crow’s hair before Chibs could stop her.

Juice’s POV

He was talking to Kozik when Y/N arrived, but Juice saw her. Actually, he seemed to know whenever she was around, not being able to look away. Well, at least when she wasn’t looking because he couldn’t get caught. Why she had to be Gemma’s favorite? The Samcro queen would kill him if Juice tried to date Y/N, he wasn’t enough for Gemma’s favorite girl. 

She was beautiful, as always, but didn’t even look at him, going straight to the bar. The crow eater stroked his arm again, she had been doing it since the party had begun, trying to get his attention. Juice wasn’t into her at all and told her to get lost, the girl pouted and walked way. He looked at the bar but Y/N was gone. He wondered where she was and thought about looking for her, but Jax called him before Juice could even get up.


Juice got Jax a phone number he wanted and got back to the party. His brothers were playing pool and Y/N wasn’t nowhere to be seen. He found a empty spot at the couch and sat there with a beer on his hand, thinking that Y/N must have gone home. The crow eater came back and sat on his lap.

“Get lost”, Juice sighed and was ready to push her away when someone grabbed the crow eater’s hair.

“Your bitch!”, he heard Y/N yell. Chibs was fast, holding Y/N before she could hurt the crow eater who was squirming on Kozik’s arms as he held her.

“Her keys!”, Chibs hissed at Juice. He ran to the bar and Chucky handed him Y/N’s car keys. His brother carried Y/N to her car and put her inside, “Take her home and come back. We need to talk lad”

“What?”, Juice looked at his sponsor and creased his brow. He couldn’t take Y/N home, she wouldn’t want him to do it.

“Now!”, Chibs barked and Juice rushed to get in the car. He watched Y/N through the rear view mirror as he drove to her house. She was laying on the backseat, mumbling on her drunk sleep. He found the house keys inside her car and carefully carried Y/N inside. He gently laid her on the bed and admired her for a moment, thinking she was the prettiest girl he had ever met.

“Juice?”, he jumped when she called his name.

“Yes”, he whispered, “Sleep now Y/N, you had quite a night”

“Ugh I’m drunk”, she mumbled, covering her eyes with her arm.

“Yes, you are”, Juice chuckled. He couldn’t help it, she was adorable, “Luckily you didn’t hurt that crow, Chibs stopped you”

“Yeah”, Y/N smiled, already falling asleep again, “Nobody touches my man”

“What?”, he asked but she was already soundly sleeping. Her man? The crow was touching him. Juice closed the bedroom door behind him, thinking about what Y/N had said. He texted Chibs to say he wasn’t going back to the clubhouse, but got no answer from his brother. Juice stretched on the couch, pulled the blanket up and tried to relax, but he couldn’t stop thinking about what Y/N had said.


I opened my eyes and immediately closed them again. The blinds were open and the sun was hurting my eyes. I grunted as I tried to get up, feeling my head spin. Ugh, I had a terrible hangover. I slowly walked to the kitchen, desperate for some water. How did I get home? I had a vague memorie of someone putting me inside my car, probably Chibs, I wasn’t sure. Poor Scottie, he must have drove me home; he always took care of me. I had to call Chibs and thank him.

I was looking for my phone, when I walked in the living room and saw someone on my couch. I had a natural reaction, I screamed and the person jumped.

“Juice?”, I whispered when I saw him.

“What the hell?”, he cursed, rubbing his face.

“Sorry”, I grimaced, “I just saw someone on the couch and you were under the blanket, I didn’t know you were there”

“I drove you home”, Juice explained. He yawned and blinked a few times.

“I don’t remember it, I thought Chibs did it”, I said and Juice shook his head. Suddenly, I realized what he had to do. He had to carry me inside and put me in my bed. Oh my God! I had dreamed about him carrying me so many times, but none of them involved an unconscious me because I had drunk too much. I turned around and walked back to the kitchen before he could see me blushing.

“No”, Juice followed me and I started to make coffee, keeping me busy and buying me time to calm down, “You got into a fight with a crow, Chibs put you inside your car and told me to bring you home”

“Yeah, I… I remember that”, I mumbled. Damn it, why my hands were shaking?, “I mean, the car, not the fight. Did I really get into a fight?”. That was a first!

“Yes”, his tone made me stop what I was doing, “And that reminds me… Shit, you probably don’t remember it”

“What?”, I breathed as I turned to face him, panicking a little bit. What have I done?, “What is it?”

“I put you in bed and… You mumbled you were drunk and I said yes, you got into a fight with a crow and…”, I held my breath as he looked at me, “You said nobody touches your man”

“What?”, my heart was beating fast inside my chest and I was pretty sure he could hear it, “My man?”

“You punched the crow who was on my lap”, Juice bit his lip as I turned pale. I was so stupid! He wasn’t supposed to know like this, in a drunk confession. To be honest, I wasn’t planning to confess my feeling at all, not sober and certainly not drunk, “She was touching me Y/N”

“S-Sorry”, I stuttered, holding the counter behind me, “I was drunk”

“You’re blushing”, Juice raised an eyebrow as he got closer to me.

“No, I… I’m not…”, I couldn’t find the words. He was so close and he was looking at me differently, there was something new on his eyes.

“Tell me”, he asked in a whisper, “Tell me the truth”

“She was all over you and I got jealous”, I admitted before I even knew what I was doing, “It was supposed to be me, the girl who fell for you the first time I saw you”. I looked up at Juice, waiting. He gently grabbed my arms and put them around his neck, “What are you doing?”

“No one touches your man but you”, Juice pulled me closer, making me gasp. Then he kissed me, gentle but dominant. I melted on his arms. I knew we had to talk about this, about us, but that was the last thing I wanted to do as Juice, my man, kissed me. My man. Mine.

anonymous asked:

istg.. this run ep was near rookie king levels of physical affection i really don't know what to do with myself!!!! yg was all over jimin from the start and dear god, it looks so natural and comfortable between them??? even when yg was straight up running his hands up and down jm's back, it's all just so!!! and yg got so flustered a couple of times, like his little smile when they're all ~as expected, like he's trying to say 'yeah yeah i know i'm whipped you guys can stop it now' im just!!!

The way yoongi touches jimin has got me so fucked up?? he just casually feels him all over n massages his shoulders n rubs his arms n back n it’s so affectionate yet subtle. And thAts whEn they’re filming. I’m so shooketh I need to write a fic abt y cooking for j bYe 

yoongi (among millions of other things when it comes to jimin) seems to particularly enjoy standing right behind jimin and not at a distance but almost with his cr*tch glued to jimin’s perky behind 👀

yoongi’s arm was behind jimin so much and ever since the mirror incident i dont trust him anymore i need all angles 👀

i just….love that y feels the constant need to touch jm whenever they’re next to each other,,,,its so soft

he’s been doing so much lately !! even at the bbmas he spent a lot of time hovering around and behind him,,,, and if he can unthinkingly do this on camera, just. imagine what he’s like in private. now we know why having them in a team together like this only happens once in a blue moon

Here To Help - Spencer Reid

Part 1

Spencer x Reader

Summary: A case hits home for a member of the BAU team and none of the others know why or how to help.

Reaching out you took the coffee that the woman had made up for you. ‘Thank you’ You smiled at her and she nodded. Spencer groaned from beside you. ‘Why do they always have yours finished first’ You giggled and reached out patting his shoulder. ‘They like me better’ He just rolled his eyes at you but smiled after when you began to laugh. 

This was a morning routine for you and Spencer, you would both meet up at this little coffee shop which was about a five minute walk from your house to get your morning coffee and you and him would take the train to work together. The team of course knew something was up between you two, whatever it was it was something more than the friendship you two portrayed. You certainly felt something for the genius, but it was forbidden between co-workers.

You watched Spencer as his order was called out and he made his way to the counter to pick it up. A smile played on your lips as you watched him interact awkwardly with the woman who reached out and touched his arm with a smile. Spencer was smart enough to know she was flirting, just not as well versed with people to know how to say no, even though you had told him almost twenty times.

He turned hastily to you readjusting his bag a small blush on his cheeks. ‘What did she say today goodlooking?’ You chuckled using the woman’s nickname for the genius. That made him blush even harder. ‘Said she’d like to see me by here more often, perhaps when she wasn’t working’ You let out a stark laugh at that and reached out. you threaded your hand through Spencer’s bent one and gripped his elbow. ‘Oh, my genius. Forever the chick magnet’ You giggled when he gave you an unimpressed look before opening the door for you both.

You sat next to Spencer on the train as you read over a book he had recommended. It was interesting, sure, just not something you normally read. But Spencer had been so excited when he had brought it to work one day and handed it to you telling you that it was one of the best books he had read in a while and he thought you would like it. So you were reading it. But unfortunately for you this morning you couldn’t concentrate on it.

Snapping the book closed you turned in your seat. Your hand immediately found Spencer’s knee. ‘Speak’ You ordered softly and he looked up at you his eyebrows furrowed. He sighed. ‘She’s been trying to get a date with me for a month’ He muttered. ‘Why? I’m just another customer who comes into the café, I thought it was her personality but she doesn’t act that way with any other men’ You almost rolled your eyes at him. ‘Well, Spence, maybe she just has good taste in men. A genius who works for the FBI, carries a gun, and is super kind, sweet, loyal. Incredibly tall and very handsome’ you shrugged. ‘What’s not to like boy wonder?’ You chuckled

Even though you were actually the same age as Spencer, Garcia’s name for him had rubbed off on you. Spencer sat watching you his lips slightly parted and his eyes focused solely on you. ‘What?’ You raised an eyebrow with a soft smile. ‘Is that really how you see me?’ He asked softly blinking. You just shrugged. ‘Well, among other things, yeah, that’s just a few’ You tucked your bottom lip between your teeth as Spencer continued to look at you. 

Just as you were about to ask him why he was still looking at you like that the train began to slow down. ‘This is our stop’ You gathered your things and stood. ‘Come on genius’ You smiled down at him and he blinked coming out of whatever state he was in to smile, really widely, back up at you before handing you your coffee he ha been holding so you could read.

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banasiakj123  asked:

Lucaya prompt: Body Heat-"Skin on Skin."

//Ok so probably not what you were expecting, but I just went with the idea that popped in my head. I hope you still like it. Thanks for the request! //

–That One Night In A Car–

There are so many cars. Why are there so many cars? Since when were there so many people in upstate New York? Okay that was a stupid question, but Maya was really upset. She absolutely hated traffic.

“I’ll pick you up.” He had said. “We’ll be back in no time.” He said. Lies. All lies. Right now as she turned to look at the teen in the driver’s seat she really wanted to punch him, but he was at the wheel.

Wait a minute, they were stuck in traffic, he wasn’t driving!! She punched him. Lightly, of course.

But still, he yelped. “Hey!!”

“We’re never going to make it back in time for Riley’s poetry thing. I’m stuck in this stupid traffic in a car with a Huckleberry!! I should have taken the bus.” Maya hit him 2 more times before crossing her arms. She had promised Riley she would be there. They were talking about her entering the poetry competition for weeks. Maya expected to be there in the front row. However, Maya had gotten an opportunity to present her work at an art convention in upstate New York. Lucas offered to drive her there and back since all the adults were busy and Lucas was the only one out of their group who had a license. If there weren’t so much traffic she could have been back in the city, with Riley, supporting her.

“Maya! If you would have taken the bus you would have been stuck in this traffic too. Would you stop hitting me? It’s not my fault!”

“We’ve been here for hours!!!!! These cars don’t seem to be moving any time soon.” She looked at the car dashboard and tried her best not to hit him again. “Oh and would you look at that. We’re almost out of gas.”

Lucas rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue on the side of his cheek. “We could have made it with the gas that we had. I just hadn’t expected so much traffic.”

“Is there literally no other way to get back to the city.”

“The exit isn’t for another 3 miles. We haven’t moved…update says the traffic might lift in 4 hours, we might not have any gas by then”

“Where’s the next gas station?”

“Ehhh 8 miles?”

“Are you freaking kidding me? It’s about to get dark so we can’t walk because oh yeah we’re in the middle of fking nowhere. We don’t have any gas, our phones are about to die and so we’re doomed to being stranded on this highway. Great. Just great. Thanks a lot Ranger Rick.”

He clenched his jaw. “Again…Not. My. Fault.”

Maya mumbled under her breath. Probably words she shouldn’t be saying. Lucas was unaffected by that. Instead, he kept tapping his thumb on the steering wheel. As he tried thinking of a plan he noticed a sign.

“Look Maya. There’s a campsite. We can stay there.”

Maya looked up. “Camping? Really? This isn’t time for recreational activities!”

“No. I mean we’re not moving for another 4 hours but by then we’ll lose gas. We should just wait until the morning.”

“Okay sure whatever. But how are we even going to get out of here? The exit is all the way over there”

They were a few cars behind the campsite exit and it seemed almost impossible. Yet Lucas smirked.

“Like this.” He jerked the steering wheel of the car just enough to move it off the road and onto the grassy hill. A bumpy ride later, they were headed to the campsite.  


“What the hell do you mean you don’t have camping gear?”

“I live in New York City. I don’t exactly carry around camping supplies, Maya!”

“You sure made it seem that way with the way you were explaining your great plan” She said great plan while making air quotes with her fingers.

“What?? All I said hey look there’s a campsite.”

“This place doesn’t even have a place where you can buy camping gear? What is this shit?”

“That’s not how campsites work, Maya.”

“How would I know that? I’ve never been camping!”

“Stop yelling at me over everything!”

“Fine!!” She sighed heavily and sat on a rock that was near the car. “I’m really hungry.”

“That I can help with.” He pulled out a couple of protein bars from his car and tossed one to Maya.

They sat in silence as Maya tried to calm down. After eating she called Riley right away. She only managed to apologize and say a few words about being stuck surrounded by trees before the signal dropped. Stupid middle of nowhere.

Since it was a a random Thursday in September, the campsite was empty. They walked a around for a bit before returning to the car.

“Hey look. You can see the stars like back in Texas.”

Maya smiled. That was her favorite part about Texas….among other things. Not that she would ever admit that to Lucas.

“I’m going to sleep. You should too. If we sleep early we can get out of this deserted place faster.” Suddenly she leapt onto the back of the car. “Dibs on the backseat!” Maya yelled. “Set an alarm on your phone to like 4 or 5am. There shouldn’t be any traffic then.“

“Agreed.” Lucas replied. He tried to get comfortable sitting in the front and adjusted the seat so it went far back just enough so it didn’t bother Maya in the backseat.

A few minutes later Maya spoke. “Lucas…I’m cold.”

“Yeah it does get cold at night.” He said without opening his eyes.

“Let me guess. No extra blanket in the trunk?”

“Sorry.” He sat up and started unbuttoning his plaid shirt . “Here. Just take my shirt. You can use it as a blanket.”

“Won’t you be cold?”

“No. I’m fine.”  He pointed to his tank top. “I still have this.” He threw the shirt towards her and Maya shrugged and took it.

She laid back down using Lucas’ shirt as a blanket. It was so soft. The smell was so comforting. She felt safe. She opened one eye to look at Lucas. He was shivering.

“Dammit Huckleberry.”

“What?” He  sat up again, a look of worry on his face. He quickly looked out the windows as if to see if there were any predators.

“You’re cold. Take your shirt back.”

“No. You’re more cold than I am.”

“Are you saying I can’t handle the cold?”

“That’s not what I’m saying. Just take the shirt.”

“No. I’m not letting you die of pneumonia.” She paused to think. “Body heat. That can keep us warm.”

“Very funny. Goodnight.” Lucas closed his eyes once again.

“Lucas, I’m serious. Just lay down in the back with me. Seriously, I know it’s dark but I swear you’re turning blue.”

Slowly, Lucas sat up and looked at her to check if she was serious. She had used his real name. She usually did that when she was serious. She also wasn’t smiling like she often did when she teased him. “Okay.” He responded before stepping out of the car and into the back.

“Well maybe we are not both going to fit on the backseat….” Maya started, but Lucas chuckled.

“Yeah we will. You’re small.”

Maya rolled her eyes. She laid down with her body facing the back of the car. Lucas tried lying down with his back against her back, but he slipped onto the floor of the car.

“Yeah. This isn’t gonna work. What if I lie down first and then you lie next to me.“

Maya hesitated at first, but she was already so sleepy so she just shrugged. “Sure.”

Lucas lied down and Maya then lay next to him. Maya almost slipped back but Lucas was quick and placed his arms on her back and pushed her closer to his chest.

“I got you.” He whispered.


Lucas left one hand on her back and the other he was going to place near his chest but his hand brushed against Maya’s hands. “Your hands are freezing.”

“I know. They’ll get warm soon.”

“Here place them on my back. They’ll get warmer quicker.”

Maya was too sleepy to argue and her hands were really cold. She proceeded to do so and Lucas placed his hands back on her back. Both now embraced.

They were definitely warmer now.

Maya could feel the heat of his body radiate underneath his tank top. Before she realized what she was doing, her hands were underneath Lucas’ tank top and on his warm back. He jumped to the sudden cold sensation.

“S-sorry.” She slid her hands prepared to take them out but Lucas shook his head.

“It’s fine. I’m okay with it.”

So she left her hands on his skin.

He took his plaid button down shirt that he had given to Maya earlier and held it close on top of both of them.

Her hands under his shirt. His hands on her back. Legs intertwined.


Maybe it was the silence. Maybe it was the fact that they were under the stars. Or maybe it’s that it was really cold outside. Whatever it was, it made them want to get closer and so they did. The two embraced each other until they could feel each other’s hearts beating and each other’s chest rising as they breathed. 

No words were spoken. She smiled looking into his green eyes. He smiled looking into her blue eyes. Each other’s eyes being the last thing they saw before falling asleep.

A couple of hours later two security guards shone a light into the car. There lay two teenagers fast asleep. Her head against his chest and the boy’s arm under her head and holding her close.

One of them prepared to knock on the window, but the other guard quickly snatched the flashlight out of his hands and pulled him away.

“Don’t wake them up!” He whispered. “They’re just two kids sleeping. Let them be.” He smiled back at the car. “They look cute.”

We’ll dance on top of cars

Now, as he stays there on the edge of her bed, her back pressed slightly against his chest and sitting between his parted legs, Stiles starts slowly combing her curls making them wavy as he knows she loves them and thinks that all he ever wanted in his life after all, is being able to see them getting silver by his side.

“Mm, you’re good at this.” Lydia’s moan brings him back to her.

“Among many other things.”

or the smutty pre-prom drabble no one has hopefully written yet

romance, smut - 2.7k words - Explicit   [AO3]

A/N: Special thanks to Susana ( @you-make-me-wander ) for her amazing beta work, you know you can always count on me babe <3

and thank you Sanya ( @killianjonec ) for reading this for first and always supporting me with my writing, i love you sis

Title is from “Wings” by Birdy

part 3 of the Bedzone series 

HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY @riverdalecorefour! I really hope you’ll like this

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Imagine Snape takin care of you (third year)

-The day before the first day of your third year your father insisted that you met him in his office, which was always a comforting place to you, seeing how it was the only place you didn’t have to call him Professor Snape during school hours. However upon entering the small space filled with many different magical things (including a shelf of the potions you have made him over the years) you could tell this wasn’t a pleasant visit. 

-“As I am sure you have heard among the other teachers, this is to be the year that…." 

"The great Harry Potter is to enter his first year of Hogwarts. Yeah I have heard it once or twice.” You finished his sentence as your body sunk into the uncomfortable chair across from your father. 

“He is to never know…" 

"Too late.” You interrupted again, his eyes staring at you in disbelief. 

“Hagrid.” He hissed before raising from his own chair, and fleeing the office, leaving you alone. 

 -Upon arriving at Hagrid’s Snape found himself pounding on the door of the hut, demanding that the half giant open the door at once. Hagrid opened the door of course for him, which triggered him to storm into the small space and dramatically twirl in a half circle. 

“Do you have any idea what you have done?” Snape hissed. 

“Now Severus I have no…." 

"You told the boy of [Y/N]…. Do you have any idea what this means? What if the Dark Lord returns, captures the boy and whist torturing him he reveals her to him. Do you have any idea whom could have heard you…" 

"Harry already knew of her.” Hagrid voice loudly boomed through the stone walls as Snape stared at him wide eyed, “those good for nothing Dursleys told him that James and Lily Potter died in a car crash, and that while they tried to house his two year old little sister, they found the job too much to bear and sent her away. He asked me if she would also be at the school. I never told him she was housed by a professor or that the muggles were lying, all I said is she is, she is a third year, and a mighty intelligent student here just like her mother.” Hagrid continued, this time more softly then before. 

 -Snape left without another word, and upon returning to his office noted that you were now gone as well. He sighed deeply before sinking to the floor and looking at the shelf of different size bottles, each with a small tag around the neck of it, with a small beat heart charmed upon it. 

-You sat that night between the Weasley twins, whom chattered your ear off about how they met the Harry Potter on the train. Neither boy knew of your relation to him or Snape, so as they chattered you clung to every word, nervous to meet your brother. However soon the doors flung open and a large crowd of small humans entered the hall dressed in generic black robes. As the group passed you heard Ron say a quick, “Hey [Y/N].” However your eyes were glued to the fragile boy beside him, with black hair, shining green eyes, and a faint lighting shaped scar upon his forehead 

-“Harry Potter!” Minerva called, as the small boy slowly approached the singing hat, while the hall filled with mutters. For this was The Harry Potter here, all professors had their eyes glued to him, except for one, Snape could not look away from your face as you watched the sorting, and how your face lit up when the Sort Hat bellowed, “GYRIFFINDOR!" 

-Snape also watched as you extended your hand to him when he sat down among the Weasley crowd, and while he couldn’t hear what he said, he noted the way the boy’s face lit up. He feared the worst. 

 -when the feast was over you excused yourself from Percy’s grand escort and made your way to the dungeon, where upon entering you heard, "I see you have met the Potter boy. Tell me, was he overjoy when you told him…" 

"I introduced myself as [Y/N] Black. I have no intentions on revealing to him yet about my name. However when he asked if I knew of a [Y/N] Potter, the boys and I expressed how we had never heard that name.” You said, as Snape finally looked up from his potion book to met your eyes. 

“Very well. Well what would you like to do tonight then? I have all the ingredients to make some simple example potions for tomorrow if you would like to help in making them.” He stated as you both smiled. 

 - The boys and you began pranking people on the first day, causing most teachers to be cross. However when they mentioned pranking Snape by filling the room with fire works, you snapped at them both, and told them that pranking Snape was a horrible idea. 

 -Snape was proud to hear after the first month of classes that you were at the top of your class. All the professor bragged about you to him, and he couldn’t be more proud to say that he was your adopted father. 

 -At Halloween time, when the troll was released into the dungeon, you also went to the Third Floor, to see Quirrell was there, along with Snape (It was much to his disapproval that you were there). You both were the ones to head him off, but not before both getting minor injuries. 

 -no one noticed you were both hurt… On the opposite legs….in the same spot.  

-Quirrell began to be extra careful around you, and both you and Snape feared the worst. 

-On one of the nights Snape caught Quirell sneaking about the castle, and confronted him, Quirrell snapped, “I would keep an eye on the Potter girl you care for so dearly, would hate to find out something happened to her." 

-Snape pulled you from that class, and demanded Dumbledore have the staff (except Quirrell) keep an eye on both you and the Potter boy. 

- For Christmas you got Harry a small bag of candy, and never addressed who sent them. Before going to give you potion of Heartbreak Teardrops to Snape you sat with the Weasleys and Harry unwrapping gifts, and couldn’t help but smile when Harry’s face lit up at the candy.

- "He knows.” You whispered upon running to the office. 

“Knows what?” Snape demanded 

“Harry. He pulled me aside in the common room and asked why I didn’t tell him I was his sister.

"How did he…" 

"I don’t know." 

 - As someone who knew all the secrets of the school, you were aware of the Mirror of Erised. And upon further discussion with Harry, you discovered that it was through his discovery of the mirror that he learned your identity. He was still in the dark though about your relationship with Snape, and even voiced to you his distrust of him.

-While Harry was ecstatic about meeting you, and learning that you both shared very similar interests, Snape was less enthused. For he viewed your relationship with Harry as a threat to your safety and wished that you both would accept that you were both putting the other at risk. 

-It was Dumbledore who set him straight. 

“You know Severus, Harry is very excited to have discover who his sister is. She is the only family he has left who truly cares for him.”

“Yes but it is her safety I am more…”

“Do you remember how alone you felt before taking her in. If I recall correctly you spent most of your life without any real sense of family, your only friend was…”

“What is your point Albus?”

“Don’t let the boy experience the same pain you did as a child. Let [Y/N] bring joy into his life as she did yours.” 

-You were in full support of Norbort, knowing about the egg before the golden trio did.

-Scolding Harry for getting in trouble, and getting detention. However you started laughing halfway through the lecture, cause you were mentally noting how much like Snape you sound like as you did. 

-You showed Harry the book Snape got you, however you didn’t show him the pages which displayed both you and Snape. You were also the one who gave Hagrid the idea for the book. 

- On Valentine’s Day Snape thought it was funny when he saw you walking around with a large bundle of flowers, which when he questioned you later in the evening about them you revealed that they were given to you by Oliver Wood. While Snape didn’t like the idea of another man loving you as much as he did, he could see the happiness radiating off of you when you discussed the flowers.

-It was the next day when Snape told her that he thought Oliver Wood would make a fine boyfriend for her, in which you replied with, “Well that is good, seeing how we have been dating for two months now.” 

“Excuse me?”

“Dad, I am a teenage girl, most girls hide their boyfriends from their parents, especially when their parent is a professor in the school they both attend. Plus didn’t you find it odd that when I attended the matches I was wearing Wood’s extra jersey?”

-He was convinced he never paid enough attention to the minor details in your life so from that point on he made sure to notice the little things. 

- Unfortunately Harry let it slip to Ron that you were his sister…. and it was Fred that told you. 

“I feel like an idiot.” He sighed when he slammed the door to the dorm room, where you sat alone reading for Herbology in your sweater from Molly, your face meeting his as he leaned against the door. 

“Well what did you do…”

“How did I never see that you were [Y/N] Potter… the [Y/N] Pott…”

“How do you know?” You hissed, shock filling your face as he looked at you. 

“Well Ron told me. It makes sense….”

“I have to go.” You frantically answered before racing from the bed, and out of the dorm. You only wanted to go to one place, and as you raced to the dungeon you noticed everyone stare at you and whisper, the word Potter repeated multiple times by multiple people.

- You burst into the Potions class room, while Snape was teaching, his eyes showing concern when he saw your panic, “Miss Black, I assume someone must have…”

“Don’t you mean Potter sir?” A blonde Slytherin boy asked, a sneer on his face. And then Snape knew why you were panicked.

- “Sorry Sir, I was just trying to get to Hagrid’s, Fang is sick, I must have taken a wrong turn.” And you ran from the room, tears building up in your eyes as you ran into the grounds and all the way to Hagrid’s, leaving Snape to slowly worry, as the boy who asked the question whispered to his friend, “What until my father hears that the Potter girl has been living at Hogwarts all this time.”

-Snape excused the class early and after all the students had disappeared from the dungeon he briskly walked to Dumbledore’s office, to find the headmaster looking towards the door. “I was expecting you.” His voice boomed as Snape entered the office. 

“Sir I fear…”

“That her true identity has been revealed and that you fear for the girl’s safety.” 


“Severus.” Albus’s voice was calm as he spoke, “I trust that she can protect herself from the students, and we plan on protecting her. However it is time that she stop living a lie and embrace who she really is.”

“Yes but what if…”

“We will deal with the issue when it arises. Now she will need you to guide her though, seeing as she probably feels as though she has failed you.”

-Snape made sure that when you returned he made it clear that you would be fine and that he wasn’t angry with you…. however Harry and Ron both failed their next potion assignment for the slip. 

-One night you entered his office with puffy, red rimmed eyes, sniffling slightly. He was concerned and offered you the seat across from his desk, where you told him that Oliver had dumped you, claiming he couldn’t date someone who would lie about something as big as their identity to him. Snape was enraged, however he respected your wishes to leave Oliver be after he threatened to put  Weedosoros into his morning pumpkin juice.

-When you found out Harry was in the infirmity, you made sure you were there every day, never leaving his bedside till he awoke. As he sat in bed you both feasted on the candy that Ron had been munching on, as he told you that it wasn’t Snape who wanted the stone, but Voldemort. The mere mention made your blood run cold, however you never told Snape of this discovery. 

-Saying goodbye to Harry and everyone else on the platform with Hagrid, promising to write whenever you can. You also made sure to remind Fred and George to tell Molly and Arthur that you planned on visiting soon. 

- “Harry reported something interesting to me before leaving the school.” Dumbledore started, “It appears that Quirrell was infected with a parasite, for he was allowing Voldemort to live within him. Upon his death however the spirit was released. I am assured though that he will never be able to harm [Y/N].”

“So she is safe.” Snape replied

“For now.”

-Snape never told you what Dumbledore told him.

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A look into the two most confusing Warhammer gods

If you ask me, the Machiavellian schemes of Tzeentch, the unimaginable power of The Emperor, the absolute sickfuckery of Slaanesh, and even the intentional confusion of The Deceiver have nothing on the Gods of the most simplistic race of all.

Gork ‘n Mork are, if you ask me, the gods that will cause the most debate on “what do they look like?” and “Which is which” and even “are they even two separate entities?” Because 40K lore intentionally leaves a lot of them vague as fuck, and for a humorously simple reason: the orks don’t fucking know either!

Seriously, ask any Ork, be he puny grott, or might Warboss, and they’ll almost all tell you, one ‘a dem bashes ya in da face, and de udduh sneaks up an’ smashez ya in da face. It’s just…not even an ork is sure which is which, namely because they may as well be the same thing.

Of course a warboss like Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka will tell you there IS a big difference and that he DOES know which is which. See, Ghazzy is quite literally the prophet of Gork. He hears his voice and his ideas, and subsequently has become the single most powerful Ork warboss since the days of WAAAGH!!! Beast. WAAAGH!!! Ghazghkull is setting up to be the next Beast WAAAGH!!! and that is really, unbelievably, fuckmassively, horribly, space shatteringly, bowel shakingly bad.

Y’see, WAAAGH!!! Beast nearly ended Holy Terra, in fact, The Beast himself grew so large, so powerful, so FUCKING INTELLIGENT, that he had ORK DIPLOMATS. Let me state again, that, as an Ork Warboss, the ork known only as The Beast became so powerful from the overwhelming Gestalt field that it is said that he was as big as a fucking Hab Block, and that the marines mistook him for a goddamn STOMPA! Not only this, but y’know how Ghazzy loves to use roks as both tansportation AND weapons? (for those of you unaware, roks are basically meteorites that have giant fucking thrusters strapped to them) Yeah, The Beast made attack MOONS.

Not only this, but any Ork aficionado knows that there are main Ork klans or tribes. These are usually regarded as The Blud Axes, The Snakebites, and Goffs, among others. The thing is, these klans started with The Beast, who designated certain boyz who were good at gettin’ shit done. On top of this, I repeat, ORK FUCKING DIPLOMATS!

I’m gonna be in all caps for this, fair warning.


Now…why am I telling you how awful the beast WAAAGH!!! was? Because WAAAGH!!! Beast failed. Why? Because for all his intelligence, The Beast didn’t have Gork or Mork to guide him. Who does? Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka does, and like I said, his WAAAGH!!! is shaping up to be even bigger.

Now, what does this actually have to DO with Gork ‘n Mork? Everything. See Ghazzy is proof that orks worship two individual gods, not mistaking one god for two. Gork is supposed to be the brutal kunnin’ of ork boyz, the guy who walks up to your face, smashes your face in with a pipe, and then uses your smashed face as a trophy. Gork is savage brutality that has intelligence behind it. Ork and intelligence isn’t synonymous, but by god their brutality is almost accidentally brilliant. Mork, on the other hand, is said to be the god of kunnin’ brutality. He’s the git who, like a goff, paints ‘isself purple, sneaks up behind a humie, and then taps him on the shoulder. With a cooking grenade. Gork and Mork’s difference is that one will scare you by sneaking up (Mork) the other will scare you by walking towards you (Gork).

Another thing to note, the last time any sort of Ork/Orc was supposed to be the prophet of Gork, he nearly killed Archaon. Grimgor Ironhide is, without a doubt, the most powerful Orc in Warhammer Fantasy, and was ALSO the prophet of Gork. What did Grimgor do in his life? Oh y’know, just make some chaos dwarfs run away horrified, charge so far into skaven ratways that he damn near broke into a fucking UNDERCITY, oh and he also BEHEADED ARCHAON THE EVERCHOSEN! Yes, in the original draft, Grimgor walks up to Archaon and kicks him in the dick, and while he’s writhing, headbutts him, then says “OI WANKAH! I HEARD YOUZ THINKZ YOUZ TOUGH YOUZ IZ. ILL FOOKIN DECKZ YA ROIGHT PROPAH I WILL!” And proceeds to BEHEAD THE EVERCHOSEN, ENDING THE END TIMES. Of course this was retconned and Grimgor only managed to put up an insane fight. However, its obvious that Gork’s blessing alone means a lot for an orks life. So when Ghazghkull Mag Uruk Thraka says he has Gork’s voice in his head, the entire galaxy should be fucking horrified.

Deadly Secrets

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Part Ten

Master List

Pairing: Jared x Reader
Word Count: 1,144
Warnings: language, murder, homicide, murder-related details
A/N: This is the final part, my loves! Thank you SO SO SO SO SO much for all of your love and support with this story, it means the world to me. Italics are flashbacks. Hope you guys like it! Anyway, feedback for this is crucial! :)

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anonymous asked:

So in a soulmate AU where everything is black and white until they meet their soulmate right? How do they know what colour is what? Do they run to their friends and say hey I met this person and suddenly their eyes were orange! yeah that colour over there! That's green mate! No thats red! Do they all have to go through a regimented colour test for all ages who just met their soulmate?

I know you don’t mean it this way but I love that this message is posed like I am an expert in Soulmate AUs. Which don’t get me wrong, I totally am. I have a degree in Soulmatology, honors in headcanography, from AUni.

Actually my old boss had Achromatopsia (complete color-blindess, meaning he could only see in grays). Among other things, it just means you have trouble seeing in bright light (i.e. sunglasses would probably be more popular in this universe). Plus, despite a very misleading “”source””, there are over 150 shades of gray, so I have a feeling people would be heavy on using those gray shades but also lots of colors, since people who have met their soulmates would probably obsesse over colors once they can see them.

I think when it comes to picking out which color is which, since people with red-green color blindness more or less can distinguish which shade of brown is which color, there wouldn’t be too much of an issue learning certain colors. Although most people would probably learn from objects (sky is blue, grass is green, etc). Plus, there will always be people who have met their soulmates to teach others which shade of gray is which color. 

Although I’m convinced that people would still 100% mix colors up once they have met their soulmate. “Holy shit, IS THIS PURPLE?” Or people would know when someone has just recently met their soulmate because they are getting colors blatantly wrong, because they think all purples look the same or something like that. (”I love your maroon shirt!” “Um, this is definitely lilac.” “Fuck- hold on can I take a picture? I’m trying to learn all the names. Jesus, a week ago I only knew a vague ROYGBIV!” “Sure, go ahead. Oh and congrats.” “Thanks!”) 

Once you get down to the nitty gritty of an AU like this, I think there would also be issues. Jobs that require 20/20 vision (e.g. pilots, astronauts, military, certain rescue crews) might not hire non-soulmated people. Then the fashion industry and a variety of art-related occupations would be interesting. It might cause a divide between people who have met their soulmate and people who haven’t.

They might have soulmate ‘tests’ for checking color-sight though I don’t think they would be mandatory (unless it’s one of those intense dystopian-arranged-marriage AUs, which by all means make it mandatory to test for being soulmates or people can only marry their soulmates, that’s fun to read too). Plus there might be people who fake having met their soulmate in order to get a certain job or for another reason (to be cool? idk peer pressure, kids).

On the other side though, it might cause things that aren’t in this world. Things only for non-soulmated people, like color labels on clothing and maybe films altered somehow (lots more gray-scale film?) There wouldn’t be nearly as much color-coded things as we have, but instead we would use symbols more often, like traffic lights would show symbols (probably still in green, yellow, red).

This was way more than anyone wanted to read, but oh well.

optimusxjazz  asked:

Hmmm how about 2doc. The months after Muds gets out of jail and tries to go straight an narrow. (Straight as he can get) and trying to make up with 2d after the years of abuse. Could be some good sap

(I REALLY HOPE THIS IS OKAY? I tried my very best)

Murdoc Niccals was never known to have guilt eating him up, and when it suddenly started showing up in his range of emotions, he knew something had changed. It had, obviously, being behind bars changed a man and the fact that Murdoc thought that it was going to be easy peasy to go through seemed ridiculous now, even to himself. He was back, and what he had endured there (among things, another two fractures on his nose) had made him realise other things. 2D had gotten less bad attention after the return, and even the blue haired singer seemed weirded out by that. No punches, no things thrown after him - Murdoc was quieter than usually. 

“Faceache,” Murdoc finally said one day and immediately felt the guilt almost burn his tongue, “Stu.” He furrowed his brow and bit his bottom lip as he thought for a moment. There was an uncomfortable silence between them, 2D looking at him with almost the same expression, “I need to say a few things, yeah? They’re gonna be hard, you know I don’t do this very often. I’m glad to be back.”

“You’re back,” 2D said with a small smile, “I’m kinda reluctantly ‘ere but I’m glad you’re back. Gorillaz isn’t the same without you.”

Murdoc gave a little smile, “If you ever say I said stuff like this, I’ll break ya neck, got it? But I’m sorry for these years, I’ve realised I need to change. You know how it is, my bastard of a father. It’s hard for me to tell people I care about them.”

2D raised his brows in surprise, “Wot? You’re apologisin’?” He tilted his head, black eyes full of expression, “For wot?”

Murdoc felt his chest constrict as he thought back to everything he’d done in the past, “You bloody well know what I’m apologising for, you loon. Don’t be thick. C'mere.” He pulled him in for an awkward hug and 2D’s reaction was nothing, he seemed too taken aback by the fact that the bassist would do such a thing. Murdoc on the other hand felt as though a long-time need to be close to someone finally happened. He held on tighter and that was when arms wrapped around him too, and it surprised Murdoc so much that he had to blink a few times. If he could, he would’ve pinched himself because suddenly a croaky but soft voice spoke, “You know I care ‘bout you, Muds… but maybe lay off on the threats.”

anonymous asked:

Hey,could you please write a HC about what the RFA+V+Saeran would do for MC'S birthday? I looooove your writing,thanks a lot :)

sorry i took so long!! hope u enjoy!!!! AND TO ANYONE WHO’S BIRTHDAY IT IS (or even isn’t) HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!


-he makes a Day of it
-three bouquets throughout the day
-one is straight up just red roses
-the other two are a lovely bouquet of seasonal flowers depending on MC’s birth date and a bouquet of MC’s favorite flower(s)
-each bouquet has the same amount of flowers, all depending on how old MC is turning!! (though he caps it at 30….. bc he knows what’s good for his health and his wallet haha)
-tbh Zen has thought A LOT about this (and all the holidays etc, he’s wanted to do this kind of thing for his SO since before even meeting MC that first time in the chatroom……. like….. remember the Christmas DLC? yeah.. he wants this to be a very special occasion. he literally has fantasized about this)
-he takes MC out for breakfast at a local family diner and the staff sings “Happy Birthday”/variant birthday song and it emBARRASSES MC to no end
-y this hyun
-and they go out for a movie after breakfast, whatever one MC wants to see
-the movie theatre is mostly empty and it’s.. really nice…….
-Zen and MC wander around town, window shopping (maybe actually shopping), and do food cart foods for lunch!!
-he knows where all the best ones are and he’s so excited to show them to MC
-it’s so cute he’s so cute!!
-next up!!
-motorcycle ride!!!!
-he rly gets a kick out of MC clinging to him while they ride haha
-Zen takes MC to a place with a great view, possibly his spot in the mountains if there’s time
-they manage to stop on the way home to watch the sunset
-it’s beautiful
-selfies r taken and subsequently posted to the chatroom
-Zen gets out some light snacks when they finally get home, and sets about making dinner (it’s curry, that’s his best dish)
-he planned this whole day out
-for MC
-and has just…… been v affectionate all day, physically and vocally
-he loves them
-so, so much
-more than he can truly express
-and he’s so glad that he gets to spend their birthday with them
-even if the day hadn’t gone to plan… he would have been happy just being near MC


-yo listen……. Yoosung throws a party. he invites the RFA..
-but like. okay.
-it’s not just like….. a party at home
-Yoosung springs for a party at a bowling alley with an arcade and open bar
-things get drinky
-Yoosung gets drinky
-he’s been so nervous about this all day he just wants to impress and please MC omg so precious fuck
-this boy can’t do shots though
-so he’s had like two cocktails in the last 20 minutes he is tipsy
-like….. cocktails have a p high alcohol content, my children……. but u can hardly taste it
-Yoosung wants to down these like juice, ‘cause that’s what it tastes like “MC just lemme have one more please i promise im not even drunk MC”
-“yoosung pls.”
-he’s so clingy…. just wants to hold MC forever, even just their hand!!
-and if MC isn’t in his immediate vicinity he is hanging off of one of the others (usually Zen)
-there is definitely. 4 sure.
-drunk bowling
-Jumin Han, not nearly as tipsy as anyone else, requires gutter shields
-Zen will neeeever let him live that down
-Jaehee wins every round she plays
-she brought her own bowling ball
-after a couple games the group splits up and Yoosung, MC, and Seven go to the arcade, which is on its own floor of the building
-there are plans to regroup back downstairs for junk food and cake later
-but first.. arcade!!!
-Seven heads straight for the racing games
-while Yoosung and MC take their time wandering around trying different things while Yoosung is sobering back up
-they play giant Connect Four
-and a couple crane games
-there’s a giant Fruit Ninja (Yoosung gets the new high score)
-they get into one of the two player booth games and it’s a horror/suspense game
-Yoosung is terrified.. and clingy
-MC is maybe not……. as scared.. haha
-Seven takes video
-there’s a lot of screaming (some of it is Seven actually….)
-all three go play skeeball together
-they’ve been racking up tickets this whole time
-maybe not enough for anything rly fancy like the PS4?????? that’s on display???
-but….. Yoosung and MC pool their tickets and manage to get a dragon plushie (it’s beautiful, like opal colors and ice blue horns and shit)
-they use the leftover tickets on candy
-they name the dragon
-it’s their child now
-they introduce the dragon plush to everybody back downstairs as such
-“This is our child, Iseul, and we love them dearly.”
-“they’re scaly and breathe fire, but they’re beautiful and we love them. Our lovely Iseul~”
-“I thought we agreed on ice powers??”
-“fire is classic, tho!!”
-“…….u have a point..”
-“oh!! oh!!! both???”


-they take a couple days off and go to the beach together
-the hotel has an indoor pool and hot tub
-so there can be swimming and chilling in the water no matter the time of year MC’s birthday is!!
-they go out early in the morning at low tide to comb the beach for shells
-so many sand dollars!!!
-they saw some rly big starfish in the tide pools it was awesome!!!!
-since they’re staying in a lil touristy beach town they have breakfast in a local café
-one that’s got like lace curtains and all the tables are only big enough for two people
-a cutesy cozy place!!
-after breakfast MC gets a FaceTime call from Zen and he sings them Happy Birthday what a dork
-MC and Jaehee are crying wth y is he so sweet???
-Zen is flustered at the crying and promises to do this same thing for Jaehee for her birthday too!!
-more crying
-Zen is freaking out whY ARE U CRYING PLS DONT IM SORRY IM SOR—
-aaaaand he accidentally hung up
-cue both MC and Jaehee receiving frantic apology texts from Zen
-they don’t reply fast enough??
-Zen has already promised VIP tickets to his next show to apologize for making his two biggest fans cry
-omg zen calm down they were happy tears
-aaanyway MC and Jaehee do a bunch of wandering around the kitschy tourist shops and spots
-holding hands and occasionally smooching
-they take a bunch of photos and selfies to document the trip
-they go to the local seafood restaurant for dinner and take a slice of cake each back to the hotel for dessert
-Jaehee and MC enjoy some quiet time in the hotel together, snuggled up on the bed reading separate books
-and then they start getting handsy
-it’s kind of become a competition
-how high up the thigh before u react type of chicken
-except they both win bc…… it leads to sexy fun times??
-anyway it is a good time!!! at the beach!!!!


-he promises that they’ll do whatever MC wants to do for their birthday (within reason)
-they choose an amusement park date
-Jumin does some research and ends up flying the two of them to Disneyland
-in France
-I mean……. they def discussed this trip before it happened but like..
-jumin is kind of extra i love him
-he wears a suit the first day in Didneylan
-MC is not surprised, but also…… “Jumin we’re getting u comfy clothes for this”
-he gets
-and a couple Disney shirts bc they’re everywhere
-he and MC get matching shirts
-it’s too cute
-Jumin tries to take selfies but they are all blurry af
-he keeps them and posts them to the chatroom anyway
-MC thinks it’s rly precious and takes much better selfies (but only posts the shitty ones, partly for solidarity but also bc Jumin thinks it’s funny too)
-also Jumin calls Yoosung every day bc he is pet- and penthouse-sitting for them
-FaceTime with Elizabeth the 3rd
-she cries over the phone
-she recognizes her humans omg
-oh my god Jumin takes MC to a fancy restaurant while they’re both still wearing their Disneyland clothes
-they almost get turned away from their own reservation because the place has a dress code
-but MC’s partner is Jumin Han
-they get in
-surrounded by other people all in their fanciest dinner clothes, Jumin Han is wearing a Mickey Mouse ears hat(“a classic! a tradition, even!!” MC had insisted), a shirt with the Aristocats on it, jeans, and sneakers, and MC is dressed p similarly as they eat
-it’s beautiful
-MC takes photos and videos for the chatroom this is the best goddamn thing Happy Birthday to Me
-Jumin is glad that MC is enjoying their birthday trip so much


-it starts at midnight
-“MC!! MC!!! It’s ur birthday!!!!!! Happy birthday!!!”
-Seven is shoved onto the floor
-no mercy
-he’s laughing tho
-and pouting and whining playfully
-“but it’s your birfday and i luv u”
-MC leans over the side of the bed to squint at him
-“love me in the morning when im a human again”
-MC bundles back up in the blankets, they become a blankety burrito
-dramatic GASP from Seven
-“my SO is an alien” v soft tone, full of wonder
-he crawls back into the bed and flops onto and embraces the burrito MC (“ugh, be gentle, Saeyoung omg” “aaaaa sorry sorry I’ll be gentle I promise! im the gentlest boy!!”)
-“the love of my life lived among the stars….. in a SPACESHIP!!”
-“pls sleep Saeyoung…….”
-but he just keeps going and it’s less MC Is An Alien, and more….
-“MC did u know? that statistically you r a miracle?”
-MC turns their head “…..yeah?”
-Seven’s eyes are wide and earnest and his tone has gone from jokingly in awe to genuinely so
-“yeah!!” he snuggles up nice n close “like,, even just genetically ,, , you exist because certain events led your parents to each other and if any one little thing had gone differently….. you wouldn’t be here.. and it’s the same for them! Their parents and their parents’ parents!!
-“the chances of you being here in this moment are so astronomically low!! but ur here!!! u exist here and now and I–”
-he stops for a moment, just.. overwhelmed with his feelings
-“and im so glad that you exist, MC”
-he sounds out of breath like the thought knocked it out of him
-“im so so glad you’re here.. i love you”
-he presses his forehead to the space between MC’s neck and shoulder, nose pressed against their skin
-his nose might be a lil cold
-but his breath is warm
-“happy birthday, MC”


-he does not want to go out
-he’d rather stay in to celebrate
-okay. three words
-ice cream cake
-the goal here for Saeran is to get one
-to just… experience it
-but also for MC’s birthday
-there’s a conversation that goes something like:
-“MC, can we just stay in? nothin fancy?”
-and MC shrugs “sure. that actually sounds p nice……. although…….”
-Saeran is suspicious “although what?”
-“I kind of want…… ice cream cake?”
-and just. he stops
-he stops???
-“that’s a thing?????”
-MC goes for a dramatic look and answer
-“that is a thing
-“y didn’t I know about this what the hell yOURE GETTING ICE CREAM CAKE FOR UR BIRTHDAY MC”
-and he is on his way OUT THE DOOR
-MC shouting after him “U CANT FOOL ME SAERAN!!!! I KNOW U WANT THE CAKE FOR YOU!!!!”
-and i mean
-he’s not gonna deny it
-he is gone for three hours
-comes back home with two ice cream cakes bc he couldn’t decide between the funfetti one or the chocolate one
-MC is a lil exasperated, but indulgent bc hey ice cream cake for days!!
-as long as they moderate themselves
-they otherwise stay in and Saeran surprises MC with a lil necklace with a skull charm and a heart charm
-Saeran with a shrug about the charms: “the skull is me and heart is you”
-“r u sure tho”
-“shut up MC”
-a blushing Saeran……… what nice gift


-they start with a lazy morning in bed
-sloppy kisses
-soft touches and messy hair
-intermittently falling back to sleep
-eventually they get out of bed and get ready for the rest of the day
-breakfast at noon
-pancakes and eggs and bacon and sausage and warm flaky biscuits and coffee
-after breakfast V presents MC with what appears to be a scrapbook
-he kisses the side of their head with a happy little “happy birthday, sweetheart” while handing the gift over
-it IS a scrapbook
-it’s full of photos starting from MC’s first time working with the RFA on the party, and over the next few years up until this point
-it’s……. a journey through their life together
-their friendship, their love, their relationships with their friends
-there are notes scrawled all over every page in every free space between photos
-notes from their friends
-little stories giving context to the photos
-a few little doodles and well-wishes
-it honestly makes MC tear up
-it just….. feels so warm