and also this prompt

au prompt: jack quits hockey after rehab but ends up at Samwell to get his degree and is so 110% in his studies that he ends up in a bitter library rivalry with the hockey team because they’re SO LOUD and take up the BEST TABLES and like only one or two of them actually seem to know who he is and the rest clearly just see him as Jack the Angry History Major. his junior year, they get this tiny new forward who brings him apology mini pies when the boys start acting up and jack thinks that maybe, just maybe, the hockey team isn’t SO bad.

I need a Begin Again AU with Larry, where Louis is in relationship with another man who became a famous singer and they write songs together but he was always behind the scene, and then shit happens when they move to NY and finally Louis found out that his boyfriend was cheating on him so he leaves him and go sleep on the couch of his friend Niall, who is a struggling singer in the streets and on some obscure hipster scenes. Anyway Niall convinces Louis to sing on stage during his set, and he does, just his guitar and him,  and in the public there’s Harry Styles, who was a famous producer but screwed up a few things in his life, and he just falls in love with the song Louis is playing, and he decides to convince Louis to record an album, all live recorded in the streets of NY, and it’s beautiful and amazing AND ALSO THEY FALL IN LOVE.

Anyway, watch the movie.

anonymous asked:

Could you imagine if Kara kept trying to tell Lena she was Supergirl, but Lena just thinks she's messing around. So Kara get's fed up of with the gentle approach and ends up doing what she did when she told Winn; she just stomps out onto Lena's balcony and flings herself off...

She’s just so frustrated! Apparently,

-from Alex’s point of view… and Maggie’s….. and maybe the barista at Noonan’s who keeps winking at her and commenting on her ‘nice saves’…… and maybe her neighbor downstairs???-

she’s not even subtle!! So why Lena won’t believe her is completely beyond Kara. And she’s tried to tell her multiple times at this point and Kara’s really running out of patience.

So maybe she’s a tad dramatic. And maybe the kick in Lena’s heartbeat as she tips off the side of the balcony isn’t worth it. Maybe she should have just floated above the couch….

“KARA!!”

Yeah, maybe this was a bit much… but Lena wouldn’t believe her and Lena-

Lena’s flinging herself from the balcony too??!??!! And she looks surprised too when Kara catches her, full front of her body just crashing into Kara, and Kara just stares at her, mouth agape.

“You just leapt off a building!!”

Lena grapples at her shirt, eyes boggling at the drop off over her shoulder, “You can fly??”

“Lena! I told you, I’m Supergirl.” Lena’s bag thwaps against her arm and Kara frowns at it. “You lept off a building, but grabbed your purse first?”

Lena’s squinting at her face, “of course, it has my grappling hook in it.” It’s dismissive and she reaches up tentatively to remove Kara’s glasses. “Oh.”

She doesn’t get why it took so long for Lena to get it. But they shouldn’t just lay about above L-Corp all day, so Kara floats them back up over the balcony edge and sets Lena down.

Lena doesn’t give her glasses back, just twirls them and frowns. “I thought Supergirl permitted my residence here because you asked her to. I couldn’t put your faces together.”

Kara blinks, “Permits? Lena I don’t permit you to do anything! You make your own choices. You’ve earned my trust, both as Supergirl and as Kara Danvers.”

She nods, but her lip is pulled white against her teeth. Her heart rate spikes and Kara frowns. “Uhm, the time, I uh-” she trails off and gestures, willing Kara to understand an incomplete thought.

But Kara just tilts her head in question.

Lena clears her throat and there’s a tinge of red on her ears, “The time I asked Supergirl if, well, you and her-”

“OH! Oh, yes ah-” Now she’s blushing too, but it’s roaring up her neck and cheeks. Damn her metabolism and response rate. “Yeah, no, we’re not, obviously not. Uh, yeah, nope.”

“Ah, yes, obviously.” Lena bites at her lip again and it’s really kind of distracting. “Kind of a shame though.”

Kara stops mid-scratch at her ear and whirls her head back up to stare at Lena. “What?”

Lena twitches and now her heart rate skyrockets. “I mean. No, you two- one, just you, uh. Well, your both personalities? Facades? You alone? Look this is very confusing, you’re both just very attractive and it was just a thought and with the Cadmus and my mother and everyone in the galaxy attacking my building or kidnapping me, I never actually talked to you.”

She’s searching Kara’s face but Kara’s just confused and she goes over Lena’s ramble twice in her mind before it clicks. Like a lightbulb finally flickering on. “Oh. Oh, oh, uh, oh.” She gestures at Lena and back at herself. “Oh.”

Lena bites at her lip again and motions to her office door, shimmying over. “I should just, I’ll go, sorry.”

“No wait!” Kara’s in front of her before she can blink and maybe, again, not the smartest move when Lena’s just found out, but really, Kara tends to make dumb moves around Lena most of the time anyway so what’s new?

“A date? With me?” Kara stutters and shakes her head, “Will you go on a date with me?”

She hears Lena’s heart stutter and for half a moment she’s cast back to when Alex taught her the symptoms of a heart attack and the best way to treat patients but then- “Yes, yes, of course, tonight?”

Kara’s nodding before Lena even finishes her question and Lena smiles, mimicking her own expression. “If it gets these kinds of results, maybe I should throw myself off of buildings more often.”

“No! Please don’t!” Kara rushes to stop her thought process but Lena’s already laughing, already leaning up to place a kiss on her cheek.


“She threw herself off a building??” - “She carries a grappling gun in her purse??”

Alex and Maggie turn to each other and can’t hold back their laughter anymore. Kara groans, “Come on, guys, you’re supposed to be helping me pick something to wear!”

Maggie slaps at her leg and nods, “Sure, sure, but oh my god, I didn’t know Luthor was so overt in her lesbianism!! I mean, we all knew, popped collars Kara, but even a grappling gun? The lady has moves, watch out!”

Alex bats at Maggie’s leg, doubled over with laughter that seems to have no end in sight. Kara groans again and Maggie winks.

“I bet she’d rather you wear your suit.”

The blush that rages over Kara’s face is nothing compared to the coughing that Alex’s laughter turns into, and when both Danvers sisters turn on Maggie with an indignant “Maggie!” It’s the detective who has the last laugh.

Day and Night

At six o’clock Kinshirou woke up to sunlight seeping through the curtains, bathing the room in a soft glow. Yufuin lied generally to his left, asleep, sprawled across the mattress. This was all a bit strange to Kinshirou. Not waking up early, or the fact that Yufuin was still asleep. Kinshirou preferred early mornings, and of course, at six am, there would be no reason to think Yufuin would be anywhere close to awake. The fact was, it was unusual that Yufuin was in his room, and his bed, no less. Although that was attributable to quite a bit of bargaining. Yufuin had promised to spend the day with him, but claimed that “the day” didn’t officially start until noon, and then blathered on about time being a subjective experience, which Kinshirou fundamentally disagreed with. Then, Yufuin had insisted that they have a “lazy day”, and Kinshirou hated that on principle. Finally, they had agreed that Kinshirou would pick the day’s activities, and after they’d completed his itinerary, they would retire to Yufuin’s house to do absolutely nothing.

‘It’s not nothing, President, it’s relaxing. Don’t be so dramatic.”

At any rate, then Yufuin had protested because Kinshirou didn’t trust that he would wake up on time of his own volition. Which he absolutely would not. It was perfectly logical that Kinshirou make sure Yufuin was up and ready to go on schedule, but Yufuin had put up such a fuss that it probably would have been easier to call the whole thing off entirely.

Of course, Yufuin being Yufuin, he had to be insufferable and suggest that if Kinshirou wanted to wake him up, he should be allowed to stay the night. He knew Yufuin had made the offer thinking that Kinshirou would back down, but Kinshirou hated having to concede to Yufuin for any reason whatsoever. And so, to subvert expectations, and to ensure that he got his way, he had agreed.

He still wasn’t sure if he had won or lost in that instance.

And now, here they were. Well, Yufuin was dead to the world, so maybe “here” wasn’t exactly the right word. He slept like someone without a care in the world. For all Kinshirou knew, he didn’t have any cares. Every once in a while, Kinshirou thought it might be nice to live like that, and then he would remember that Yufuin was a disaster, and the moment would pass. For the most part, Yufuin remained on his side of the bed, except for one hand resting against Kinshirou’s head as though he had been petting his hair while he slept. Funnily enough, Kinshirou had dreamed that his hair had grown impossibly long, and Yufuin had asked to touch it. He’d also called Kinshirou “Rapunzel”, but that wasn’t an important detail.

Yufuin did look quite at peace while he slept. The sunlight accented the gold in his hair, and he looked very inviting lying there. Kinshirou still had time before he had to wake Yufuin and start the day’s festivities. He could always lay back down, and Yufuin was never one to shy away from physical contact. Exactly how close was he allowed to be? What was the acceptable amount of touching?

Trying to wake up Yufuin now to ask would be pointless. He’d have to be content with the hand in his hair.

Next time, he would ask about the specifics of body contact in advance.

…Not that there would be a next time.

(He sincerely hoped there would be.)

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At two o’clock En woke up to moonlight shining through the windows, visible even though the curtains were drawn, giving the room a pale glow. The President lied to his right, asleep, bundled tightly in the blankets. This was going to take some getting used to. Not waking up in the middle of the night, or the fact that the President was still asleep. En was used to odd waking hours, and the President usually went to sleep before nine o’clock like an old man. Just the fact that the President was there in the first place, sleeping in the same bed. Honestly, En had taken the President for a prude, and hadn’t thought he’d seriously consider letting anyone stay the night. En would almost take it as a bout of spontaneity, or early onset dementia, but they’d actually spent a long time trying to work out this arrangement the day before.

In typical Kusatsu fashion, the President had wanted to do something especially boring and entirely too early for En’s liking. En suggested a free day to relax and unwind instead.

There was a very vocal disagreement about this.

In the end, En agreed to do “actual things” with the President from nine am until five pm, as if social interaction were some kind of day job. In return, the President agreed to just relax for the rest of the night. Of course, the President had to be difficult about everything, and held up negotiations because he wanted to adhere to a strict definition of time. En’s argument that time is just a human construct created to impart meaning to the natural progression of the world and bodies therein was quickly and unfairly shut down.

‘Nine o’clock means nine o’clock, not 10:45, Yufuin.’

En would have argued, but his definition of nine o’clock was probably closer to noon, so that wasn’t an argument he was likely to win. The President threatened to set him an alarm, or worse, to come be his personal wake up call. En wanted to avoid this fate at all costs, and so he had countered with the only offer that he was sure the President would reject; that the President could wake him up only if En stayed the night at the President’s house.

The fact that he had accepted was still a mystery to En.

The President sighed softly in his sleep. His hair shone silver in the moonlight, fanning across the pillow in delicate strands. En wondered if it would be okay to touch him while he slept. He was a pretty tactile person, but the President was not, and since he was clearly already embarrassed about sharing the bed in the first place, En hadn’t actually got around to asking whether or not he would get punched in the face if he tried to cozy up to him during the night. Fortunately, the President was a light sleeper.

“Hey, President,” En whispered, “can you hear me?”

The President scrunched up his face in his sleep. En wished he had his phone on him.

“President. Kusatsu.”

“What?” the President replied, voice barely audible.

“Will you freak out if I touch you?”

“I’m asleep.”

“Kusatsu, can I touch your hair?”

“…Okay.”

“You sure?”

“I already said okay, leave me alone.”

“Are you gonna remember this tomorrow?”

“Remember what?”

“That I asked you if I could touch your hair.”

The President sighed and made a half-hearted shushing motion with his finger. “I like it when you touch my hair.”

En laughed. “Yeah? I do too.” He ran his fingers through the President’s hair slowly. If he were feeling romantic, he would say that he lulled the President back to sleep, but he knew for a fact that the President was asleep the second he stopped talking. It didn’t really matter. This was good enough. He’d actually like to do it again sometime. Maybe he’d invite the President to sleep at his house tonight…or maybe he’d give it a little time.

He had quite a few hours before the President’s day of mandated “fun”, and he hoped he’d be able to get a few more hours of sleep in before then. But for now, he’d be content with this.

He was also definitely going to make fun of the President for wanting his head to be pet like a cat, but that was a given.

so i know its only september but i can practically hear those sleigh bells jingling, ring-ting tingling too. anyways I’m coming at you to say ill be doing another 12 days of ficmas mainly rucas but am okay to ft. other ships in the one shots if you like! It’s never too early to send me your festive prompts!! 

For those of you whom are unfamiliar with 12 days of ficmas it was something I did last year. For each day in the 12 leading up to Christmas I released a festive rucas themed one shot! So I am excited to post 12 more.

30 Days of Klance - Day 1: Pride

It’s pride month and what better way than to celebrate by doing my own version of the 30 day otp challenge but with klance? I’m really pumped for this and I can’t wait to get more positive klance content out there !(•̀ᴗ•́)و ̑̑

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i know im late (again) but at least i wanted to participate in one prompt of @miraculousfluffmonth . This was for Day 1: Blush!

Dickkory Week, DAY 1

“Dick, hold my bouquet.”

“Wh-”

Kory carries Dick ok and I will NOT *punches wall* accept any other scenario.

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Forduary week three: Support
At least he’ll always have his brother there to support him, right?


You can see all of my Forduary entries here and all of my Stanuary entries here.

creativeandinterestingnamehere  asked:

Hi, so I don't know if you're gonna wanna draw this or not but I've had this idea in my head for so long now of Hanzo knowing how to play the violin and every one is just shocked when they learn, and he's like really good???? Like he's been playing since he was rlly little so he's just great at it and everyone's like >:OOOOOOO k imma go byeeee


Sorry, this took so long ‘cause I was on vacation for almost a month!

But I adore this kind of headcanons!

I was talking with my friends about it, and we thought it would be really nice if the moments Hanzo plays his favourite instruments are the ones he’s the happiest!

Relaxed and peaceful Hanzo is what I live for. ( ˘ ³˘)♥

(Oh, in case if you’re wondering what he’s playing. ;^) )

Gardener AU!! 

(I’m a bad writer, but if you’re interested in some rambling, read more)

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Coma AU Prompt

Jack goes to sleep in Providence next to his boyfriend and wakes up in a hospice in Montreal where he learns he’s been in a coma since 2009. 

Samwell, Bitty, and the Falconers were all a dream. Except, Jack remembers things he really shouldn’t, so when the doctors won’t listen to him he steals his parents’ car to find Bitty and prove he’s not insane.

On the way, Jack meets the real Shitty, Lardo, Ransom, and Holster, and finds they’ve shared the same group hallucination for years. They all attended ‘Samwell’ and they all remember each other.

Now, they’re on a mission to find Bitty, the love of Jack’s non-existent life, and the only member of SMH they can’t seem to get in contact with.

commission for @zacharandom!! the request was frank/jason/percy training together with a little romance on the side. so here’s some frank leading the training session with his boys, and jason/percy forgetting how to be subtle! (what do you mean frank lost his fat in canon)

sanvers high school au where alex has a big gay crush on maggie and starts an anonymous instagram poetry account where she writes cheesy sapphic poetry

and then it BLOWS UP and the whole school is following it and speculating who the author is because it gets really fucking romantic and all these girls are swooning and alex swears to never come clean because it’s embarrassing af 

and people start trying to compare everyone’s handwriting to this account’s but alex manages to get away with it because she’s one of those people who can write in like 7 different fonts of handwriting

but duh maggie knows it’s alex because they’ve had english together since freshman year and she always sees the little poems alex doodles in the margins but she doesn’t know it’s meant for her but she’s had a crush on alex for AGES

so she starts quoting alex to alex in all of their conversations and alex starts bugging out and realises that maggie knows but she’s still too nervous to make the first move

so she writes a poem that’s explicitly about maggie (idk dimples and short or some other shit) and maggie pulls her behind the bleachers and kisses her and alex was like ‘they were all about you, you know’ 

and then they make out a bit more

Voltron prompt

When lance was younger he was often overlooked by his parents and older siblings. Sometimes it got so bad that lance could start rambling for minutes on end without them noticing. Sometimes, when he realized this, he would start saying some weird stuff just to see if they would notice. Things such as, “bye mom I’m off to to the war” or “I’ll be back later I’m gunna go get my ear pierced.” And every time he would be be left with varying answers of “okay honey, have a good time.”

That continued for months and it wasn’t until he was accepted into the garrison that his family payed any real attention to him.

And then space. Space is a funny thing. It’s so big and so full of the unknown, but it can still make you feel trapped. Living in the castle with six other people you would think that if something happened someone would notice. But Lance found that what was happening at home was now happening here.

He would start talking and no one would notice. He would enter a room and anywhere between minutes to hours would pass before anyone would notice him and ask him when he had gotten there.

So he started up his old game again. Except after a few months he decides that it’s time to change the rules of the game. At the next planet he went to he got his ear pierced. One month later he got blue streaks in his hair. Things kept up like that to the point that he had a one tattoo, three ear piercings, black and blue streaks in his hair, a tongue piercing and his newly acquired eyebrow piercing.

It wasn’t until they were on their way to a new planet that they realized how drastically Lance had changed. Pidge was saying how the planet had a stronger magnetic pull so they needed to be sure not to have any metal on them, and they all watched in horror as Lance removed each of his piercings, laying them in his chair for safe keeping.