and can we talk about that desk!

I just walked out of work because I couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. The kids have talking about my uncle that died, my cousin is posting stuff about it because right now 2 years ago was when we got the news of how bad it was getting, at my desk I was explaining it to R… I had to get up and leave. I’m at Dunkin waiting for my eyes to clear up so I can go get a coffee and go back to work. So much for thinking this year might be easier.

19 July 2017 - mini Plotdale for my anon

[Home Farm with Chrissie and Rebecca and other people I can’t be bothered with]

CHRISSIE: Hey, sis, does this outfit say ‘attractive biological niece I’d like to date’?

REBECCA: Definitely! Meeting the bio uncle you don’t know is your bio uncle?

CHRISSIE: Yep! I don’t know why I’m even into him, he’s hardly a Sugden brother.

REBECCA: Oops, you’ve still got a tag. By the way, as I get up and hide behind you and immediately sit back down behind this large desk, does my outfit say 'baggy because we still can’t find the pregnancy padding’?

CHRISSIE: Probably but we’re talking about my Plot today, everyone is tired of yours.

[Home Farm with Chrissie and Rebecca and I guess Lawrence was there too]

CHRISSIE: Look, I have some cake from my date…I mean business meeting.

LAWRENCE: *It’s a good thing I’m easily fooled for the moment Face*

REBECCA: Oh goodie, cake! This will do nicely in fattening me up until they find the pregnancy padding!

Things from today's live show♡:
27/4/17

• phil: “There’s no DAWG… at the moment,”

• phil is keeping his bedroom aesthetic

• dan is changing is bedroom aesthetic

• he has a floating white bed ??

• he’s keeping all things silver !

•playing with cardboard boxes ,?,,

• chat: “when will you get a dog?” phil: “one day,”

• gaming video room has been set up !!

• mystery glass ??/

• dan in pink :))

• they touched the sydney opera house in AUS

• they watched fantastic beasts, lion, hacksaw ridge, nerve and snowden on the plane

• dan cried watching hacksaw ridge :’(

• had a little zoo trip

• the danisnotonfire desk is not in his bedroom and has been moved to the living room :?

• phil is still filming in his bedroom

• phil: “I requested a plant.” dan: “I bought a plant!”

• dan @ phil: “prepare inspirations for me,”

• SNUG (living room) !

• dan has a white piano !!

• “are you still trying to get revenge on me for the cereal?” “yes!”

• phil: “I know we can’t have a dog, but can we have a fish?”

• d&p talking about the science art museum and taking photos of eachother !

• dan cried at the show with the metal flower tree :“((((

• boomerangs at the aquarium !

• dan was given sparkley nail polish

• phil: “It just releases your pastely aesthetic,”

• phil: “I think I can probably get away with a fish or a hamster,”

• chat: “are you gonna curl you hair?” phil: “I think i’ll do it for a video at some point,”

• playlist live !

• phil is going to florida with the family

• harry’s new solo is phil’s favourite :))

• dan cried watching the last gaming video, back :’((((((

• some videos next week !!

• favourite room; gaming room !

• phil’s new room is “cozy and quiet” ♡

• dan: “I want to make the new danisnotonfire background, pretty” ♡

• dan has a bonsai !

• dan has an idea for a new dinof video (ooo)

• he has one final video in his old room

• dan said he purposely gave us hints about them moving in his last younow (we all knew lmao)

• phil called dans hair soft and poked it

• phil: “if i had natural curls i’d let them curl”

• the new apartment is called steve/dave/thor

• dan: “phil why won’t you paint your nails?”

• someone at phil’s university painted his nails and he didn’t like it :( (rip)

• probably a dinof video on monday and dans live show on tuesday !

• phil will try to do one in florida !

• “we’re just two irrelevant twits; dan and phil”

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I can’t believe you beat me to it

Just some heart warming stuff for you nerds! I had some dialog planned but i thought it would go better without words. I also wont be posting as much comics after this because im starting school tomorrow. kill me quick

Courage

Requested ages ago by @grace-for-sale​. Hope you like it!

Summary: AU in which Dean and Cas are both high school teachers. Dean has a crush, but no courage to do anything about it.

Word Count: 1600ish

Warnings: None. I wrote something without smut. What??


“You’re late, Mr. Winchester.”

“The bell was literally ringing as you said that, Lydia,” Dean smiles. “I think we can all let it slide.”

Lydia smiles back and starts sharpening her pencil in the sharpener by the door, where she’s clearly been waiting for him. “I can let it slide,” she agrees, “since you were just out there talking to Mr. Novak.”

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Wipe it off of me-Jughead Jones

Pairing: Jughead x reader
Description: Archie and Veronica start talking about some of their sexual experiences, which sparks the readers interest, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her boyfriend. Basically Jughead is a little shit (prompt #7 requested)
Warnings: Sin, but not full sin, like, half sin. 50% sin. and I’m going to hell
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It was obvious that Archie and Veronica weren’t virgins. It was totally ok, and nobody in our group of friends minded, at least half the school was having sex, which I guess was normal in this day and age, but it was still almost like, an elephant in the room, like, a baby elephant, but an elephant nonetheless. The conversation I had been dreading was eventually going to come up, and it did. I was hoping that maybe it wouldn’t be brought up so soon after the whole Archie and Miss Grundy incident, but of course, Kevin had to open his big, fat mouth.

“So, I just need to know, what was it like having sex with a teacher Arch?” Kevin leaned forward in his chair, looking at Archie expectantly. Archie tensed up and his hand stopped strumming his guitar that sat in his lap.

Kev! Oh my god” Betty smacked his arm, giving him a cross glare

“I mean, if we can’t talk about it, then we shouldn’t be doing it, right?” Kevin pointed out, looking around at us. I shifted uncomfortably on the couch I was sat on by my boyfriend, Jughead. We had been dating for 8 months now and hadn’t really discussed anything like this.

“I mean, Kevin has a point.” Veronica agreed, crossing her arms nonchalantly.” If you’re going to have sex you should be able to talk about it. It’s important to discuss it, make sure you’re doing it safely, especially at our age. The last thing we need is one of us getting pregnant.”

“Yeah, yeah, anyways what positions did she make you do?” Kevin turned his attention back to the boy and Betty yelped again.

“Uh, well, a lot of it was just missionary. She rode me a few times, we did maybe a couple different ones…” Archie trailed off.

“Did you guys fuck in her car?” I saw Jughead roll his eyes out of the corner of my eye as he typed away on his laptop.

“Uh, yeah, a couple times…” Archie’s face went red.

“Well, I for one have tried many different things, many different kinks, many different genders.” Veronica smirked at her last few words and Betty’s jaw practically fell to the floor.

“Oh, do tell” Kevin wore a shit eating grin on his face as he turned his attention to Ronnie.

“Dude, don’t you like dick? Archie asked him, an eyebrow raised

“Oh, Archiekins, just because I swing left doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the sexual stories provide by the right swingers.” Archie still looked confused and Kevin sighed in an irritated manner.
“Just because I’m gay doesn’t mean straight sex repulses me.” Kevin huffed, explaining to Archie. “You may be pretty but you sure aren’t bright.”

Ronnie began to fill us in on her sexual experiences, and Jughead ignored the conversation, typing away on his laptop instead. I, however, gave my full attention to the stories Ronnie told, my heart racing as I began to think about a few of the scenarios with somebody else in mind.

After school, I went straight home, taking the stairs two at a time and opening my laptop. I began to look up some of the stuff Ronnie told the group about. I was impressed, disgusted, and horrified all at once.

“Hey, I know you said you were busy, but I brought Pop’s.” I slammed my laptop shut as quick as I could, turning in my chair to see Jughead with a take-out bag.

“Woah, what’s up?” Jughead set the food down on my nightstand, looking at me as I tried to look casual. My cheeks were as red as Archie’s hair, and I knew at any second I was going to get busted.

“Y/n, what’s on the computer?” Jughead raised an eyebrow. He leaned down so he was eye level with me, both hands resting on either side of my wheely chair.

“N-nothing.” I stammered, his face dangerously close to mine.

“Really? Because I saw how interested you looked while Veronica shared her “stories”, earlier. Care to explain?” Jughead leaned in closer, turning his head a bit as if he was getting ready to kiss me. Before I could process what was happening, Jughead pushed my chair all the way in to the corner of my room and had my laptop open, typing in my password.

“Asshole!” I screamed, jumping up from the chair and shoving him down on to my bed. It was too late though, he had already seen my computer screen.

Wow, y/n, this is a whole new side of you.” Jughead teased, a smirk on his lips as his hands rested on my hips. I whacked his chest with the palm of my hand before getting up and closing the tabs on my computer

“Honestly, if you wanted sex this bad you could have just told me.” Jughead sat up on my bed, a shit eating grin resting upon his lips.

“Lose that grin, Wednesday Addams.” I leaned against my desk, my arms crossed.

“Why don’t you come over here and wipe it off of me?” Jughead leaned back, an eyebrow raised in expectation. I blushed, my mouth opening but no words coming out.

Really, y/n? You’re going to make me do all the work/” Jughead stood from my bed, walking over to me and pressing his body to mine. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine. He wrapped his arms around my thighs, lifting me so they were now wrapped securely around his waist and stumbling backwards to the bed. My hands went to his air, knocking off his beanie and running my fingers through his black locks. His tongue slipped past my lips, his arms pulling me closer to his body.

Jughead’s lips left mine after a few moments of kissing, trailing down my cheek and jaw to my neck. He bit down gently on the spot below my ear, puckering his lips and sucking until a satisfying dark shade of purple was left. I let out a heavy breath, my hips bucking down against his involuntarily.

“We probably shouldn’t be doing this; my mom could be home at any moment.” I panted.

“You’re probably right.” Jughead breathed, pressing a kiss to my jaw. “Rain check?”

“Definitely.” I leaned down, kissing him again. Jughead leaned back on my bed, pulling me down with him.

“Y/n?” Jughead looked up at me, his fingers running through my hair. “You can talk to me about these kinds of things, you know. I don’t want you to feel like you have to hide them from me.” Jughead pressed a kiss to my cheek. After a few more minutes of cuddling, I got up, grabbing my laptop from my desk. I opened Netflix and put something on to watch as we cuddled in my bed, eating takeaway from Pop’s.



And I totally used that raincheck the next weekend.

Secrets.

Peter Parker x Reader

Hey, guys! This is another Peter imagine, but I apologize in advance, this isn’t my best work. Sooooooo I hope you enjoy it, but if you don’t I get it ;)
- K


“I think I’m gonna have (y/n) over to study tonight,” Peter says.

Ned sighs and leans back from the chemistry project he’s working on. “But we were going to finish the Lego Executor tonight, Peter. You’ve been putting this off for weeks.”

Peter sighs. “Right, sorry.” Ned watches as his best friend’s head suddenly snaps up, and he follows his gaze to see Liz just walked into the classroom. “God, she’s gorgeous.”

Ned can’t help himself as he leans his head on one hand, chemistry completely abandoned. “Yeah.”

The both of them can feel Michelle shaking her head at them behind their backs, but they don’t bother to move. Until Peter suddenly slams his hands on the desk with a smile. Ned nearly falls out of his seat at the sudden action. “Jesus, Peter, what?”

“I have an idea!” Peter yells. He leans in close and whispers: “(y/n)’s good friends with Liz, right?”

Ned frowns. “Yeah?”

“And (y/n)’s our best friend too?”

“Yeah, what’s your point?”

Peter grins. “What if we can convince (y/n) to get the scoop on how Liz feels about me?” Michelle snorts, and Peter turns around to face her. “What?”

Michelle sets her pencil down and leans forward on her desk, fixing Peter with her signature judgy/you’re so stupid look. “For such a smart kid, you’re pretty stupid.”

Peter blanches. “What are you talking about?”

Ned rolls his eyes. “(y/n) likes you, Peter. It would literally kill her to do that.” He looks over at Michelle and frowns confusedly at her glare. “What?” After a couple of seconds, it dawns on Ned. “Oh, god.”

“(y/n) what?

“Just pretend Ned never said that,” Michelle says. She turns to Ned and hisses: “You never said that.”

Peter spins back around and leans over his and Ned’s chemistry project. “Is there anything else I need to know?”

Ned leans into him and whispers: “She also knows you’re Spiderman.”

“What?” Peter drops the utensil he was using to stir his new web formula. “You told her?”

“No!” Ned whisper-yells. “She found out herself.”

“How?”

“Peter, you forget she’s almost as smart as you are. She put together your disappearances and Spiderman’s appearances. Honestly, you should be more subtle.”


“Why didn’t you tell me you liked me?” 

You freeze in the middle of turning the page of your chemistry textbook before sighing defeatedly. “Ned told you.”

“Yeah. Not on purpose, though. You know Ned, he can’t keep a secret.”

You sigh and turn over. “You’re right. And neither are you.”

Peter sighs. “I know you know I’m Spiderman, (y/n).”

“Ned?”

“Yup.”

You laugh darkly and lay your head in your textbook. “I can’t believe this.”

He runs his hands through his hair. “Me either.”

After a long, awkward silence, you lift your head up from your textbook and look into Peter’s brown eyes. “Now what?” you whisper.

He purses his lips and shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

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higher

L-Corp stands tall and bright, not quite looming overhead, but there’s no mistaking it. Usually when Kara flies over at this time of night, only a few lights are left on, but now it’s a beacon against the stars.

There’s a faint heartbeat in her ears, steady and sure, and Kara follows it as she steps through the doors. The guards barely offer her a glance anymore, waving her through after she steps through the detector. 

Her back aches, and her shoulders protest as her arms hang by her sides. She needs to go home and curl up under the blankets, hide away from whatever is her fate at the hands of Snapper in the morning.

She wants to go see Lena. So she does.

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gospel around his fingers

Dex slams the door shut and presses against the wood, leaning his head back and sucking in a deep breath. He stares blindly up at the ceiling and–


“Nurse, I dare you to kiss the prettiest person in the room. Not counting me.” Lardo pretends to flip a lock of hair over her shoulder. “We all know I’d smoke you bitches,” she adds, grinning. Her teeth flash in the low lighting, and she knocks back the last of her drink as the gather group lets out joking boos.

They all “ooh” at Nursey as he raises a challenging eyebrow and smirks at Lardo. He makes a show of looking around the room, leering slightly at the other players of spin the bottle – Holster, Dex, Tango, Ollie, Wicks, and a few members of the volleyball and soccer teams. Bitty is grinning from his spot on the floor next to Lardo and Dex, watching as Nursey catches the eye of each person.


“Dex!” The memory is abruptly interrupted as Chowder’s voice comes from beyond the door. “Come on, man!” Dex tries to straighten up, but his legs refuse to work. He sinks down to the floor, back still pressed against the door, trying to suck in deep breaths of air. He drops his head between his knees, squeezing his eyes shut and–

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anonymous asked:

hi! could i have some relationship headcanons with jesse and gabe? thank you!

Gabriel

• Is very stern but chill. He has to be, being commander of an illegal black ops division, only really showing his other emotions at something he is passionate about

• Like you

• Is an actual sappy puppy, but he’d never let Jack, Jesse or any recruits see

If they did he’d absolutely deny it

• Will do absolutely anything for you, even if that means going to the cafeteria at 3am to steal snacks from the vending machines

• And sneaking into Winston’s office to delete the footage

• Everyone gets bored of Gabe talking about you 100% of the time (so do you, you hate hearing about yourself)

• His favourite is when you’re dressed in his clothes because ohmygod you look so tiny and precious

Especially his beanie

• Does stupid shit when no one else is looking to try and impress you or make you laugh

• Like the time he got stuck in an air vent but we won’t talk about that

• Or when he accidentally shot a hole in the ceiling when he stole Jesse’s Peacekeeper and tried to copy his gunslinger tricks

• Has asked Jack on more than one occasion for you to join Blackwatch just so you could be closer to him

• But you’re happy with your position in Overwatch

• He of course supports that

• Has a photo of you and him on top of the lighthouse when you visited Ilios on his desk

• Loves the days when you can both just relax and watch crappy chick flicks

• He loves chick flicks

• Salted popcorn is Gabe’s favourite movie snack, but will definitely go half and half with you with sweet

• Has an album on his phone full of pictures from the countless times that you’ve fallen asleep on him from watching said chick flicks

• He loves it when you give him back massages

• He loves it even more when he’s giving you one

• Hardly ever says no to you, will give you the world and more

• Gabe has been told off several times for making you late to very important meetings

You enjoyed it though so you won’t complain

Jesse

• Is always complimenting you on how you look, how good you are at your job

• The amount of different pet names he can call you in one day is unbelievable

• You love the southern charm he has, as it always seems to get him out of trouble and you just don’t understand how

• Even when he’s somehow managed to upset or annoy you, Jesse always pulls through by managing to make you laugh

• Mainly by forcibly having to tickle you

So. Many. Tickle. Fights.

• You love to challenge him to stupid dares, just to see if he will rise the occasion

• Most of the time you are left shocked as he actually does

It was Jesse that swapped Genji’s herb tea for actual drugs but nobody knows that

• Both of you get told off frequently by Gabe and Jack for giggling like schoolkids who are causing mischief

• Actual partners in crime

• No, seriously, you were there in his Deadlock days and you both survived through it, then being brought into Blackwatch

• You decided to become an item after a game of very drunken strip poker

• Since then you’ve been inseparable

• Always there to patch each other up after missions, just like the old days

• You worry about each other a lot. Deadlock was one thing but Blackwatch is another

• He constantly tells you he loves you

Especially when he’s had a drink

• You two are definitely the power couple around the base

• He loves to find rural places on the Watchpoints you visit, just so you can look at the stars

• He’ll tell you all about the different constellations and insist on trying to trick you into thinking there’s one with a crude name

• You’ve both been late for training the next day because you fell asleep starwatching

• Jesse being Jesse will of course try to make everyone think it’s because of other reasons

• Which makes you end up playfighting which then turns into full frontal fist fights, which you both pass off as training

• Both as stubborn as each other, but wouldn’t change it for the world

The Friendly Wager (Part 5)

Summary: AU. Reader and Bucky Barnes are neighbors and best friends. After yet another bad date, reader comes home to find Bucky with his typical weekend target. They decide to make a wager about dating, but is there more on the line than reader cares to admit?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 2,562

Warnings: language, fluff, sarcasm, drinking, bad jokes, angst

A/N: This is my submission for the lovely Kait’s ( @bionic-buckyb) 5k AU Challenge. Congrats on the followers, friend! My prompt was “Can you please come over so I don’t feel so alone?

Part 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7

Tags are closed. Only two parts left after this! I’m really sorry for pushing out two updates but I’m running out of time and work is going to be tough, so…

Originally posted by darlingpanslove

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Dearest // Jughead Smut

Summary: Jughead and Reader have been dating secretly for a while. They spend so much time together with both contributing to the Blue and Gold. Betty however has shifted her feelings from Archie to Jughead and that causes Reader to relapse but Jughead helps to show that he loved only the reader.

Characters: Jughead x Reader, Betty Cooper, Archie Andrews, Kevin Keller, and Veronica Lodge

Words: 3146

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. Please read with caution, look at the warnings please.

Warnings: Swearing, self-doubt, self-harm, angst, fluff and SMUT

Author: Caitsy.

A/N: I struggled with the self harm in this so I’m pretty sure this is the last and only time I will write about self harm. I took a long time to write that scene and I’m sitting here nearly hyperventilating from the urge. If you do self-harm please get help. PLEASE!

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Originally posted by betty-and-jughead

Jughead Jones was an observant person when it came to Riverdale because he was an aspiring author and with his crime novel he was even more. Jughead and you were a couple that recently got together and the relationship was amazing to be honest. It was natural and easy with him from going from friends to more. You had maybe been together a month or so and keeping it low-key because it was new and special.

You shared everything but one minor detail was kept from him on your part since it was in the past and you didn’t want to hurt him. He meant the world to you but you didn’t want to bring up that you were recovering from a bad addiction. You no longer gave in as you began to do photography when Jughead joined the Blue and Gold; you joined at his request to do images.

Betty had been in the corner on the phone as Jughead got to his feet pressing a kiss to you cheek muttering about grabbing lunch for both of you. You smiled.

“Can you get me a water?” You asked him.

“Sure. I’ll be back in ten minutes, keep my spot warm.” Jughead said backing out of the room.

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Numinous (Intro)

Summary: (Roadtrip!Au) In which you and the one person you hate get stuck together while venturing across the country in search of change.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: swearing, angst!

A/N: 
1. Every chapter has a different P.O.V., switching from the reader to Bucky and back
2. i’ve got 10 parts planned out, but I’m still not sure
3.  @jurassicbarnes​ is the love of my life and this would not have even started it if weren’t for her. Thank you for letting me throw my ideas at you, M. I adore you with all my heart.
4. @aya-fay is genuinely one of the nicest people I know. Thank you so much for helping me with this. I am eternally grateful.


Originally posted by dolorioushaze


“I can’t take this anymore,” you murmured, eyes glazed over with tears. Your head was throbbing and your fingers shook slightly as you tried to apply pressure to the area, begging for the pain to subside.

“What? What do you mean?” He sounded surprised. “I thought you liked it?”

“It’s just- I- I need a break.” You took a deep, wavering breath, trying to calm yourself down before whispering, “I don’t think I’ll be back.”

“Hey, let’s- let’s just talk about this, okay? Why don’t you come back here, take a breather, and we’ll see what we can do. Just don’t make any harsh decisions.” You bit your lip at his words, mulling it over, the ill-lit room behind you seeming to grow darker.

“Fine, but give me three weeks.” You bit your lip when you heard him about to persist. Please don’t start now. I can’t do this right now.

“What if-”

“Please.” You looked at the papers strewn over your desk, dimly illuminated with the table lamp you had purchased when you first arrived there, one of the only furniture adorning your apartment. “Only three weeks.”

You heard him sigh, probably evaluating his choices. You forced your eyes away from the pile of files, knowing that if you allowed yourself to gaze at them for longer, you’d probably return back to tearing yourself apart over it.

“Fine. Three weeks.”


The snacks you purchased were slightly moving around in their covers, not loud enough to overpower the radio playing moderately loud.

Your grip tightened on the steering as you tried to empty your mind of all the thoughts that were beginning to surface again.

What would happen now? What are you going to do? Would you go back if he convinced you to?

“Stop it. This is your time,” you scolded yourself, pushing a stray piece of your hair away from your face, blowing out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

The sky had changed drastically since you started. The bright, effulgent colours of the evening had washed away by the darkness that now consumed the sky and you couldn’t help but think of how it related to you.

Your first destination was nearly a few hours away, and it was already night time, yet you drove on, because you couldn’t turn around. Not now, not when-

“Shit!” you nearly yelled, body acting with pure instinct as your foot lifted off the accelerator while the other pressed on the brakes harshly, hands yanking the steering wheel away from the body, dark as the night, only seen by your headlights as it seemed to jump right in front of your path.

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anonymous asked:

I absolutely adore your writing and was wondering if you could maybe do enemies-to-lovers hoshi?? ❤❤

  • you and hoshi work the same shitty job in sales for this company that sells like office supplies
  • and wOW do you and hoshi NOT LIKE EACH OTHER 
  • one would call it mutual hatred,,,although that’s a bit too strong even though once you poured a tablespoon of salt in his coffee and he covered your e n t i r e desk in post-it notes
  • and this is office war to the maximum 
  • everyone in the sales department knows about this battle,,,,,and everyone has chosen sides (also placed bets on who’d give in first)
  • so when you come into work ,,,, you and hoshi just give each other the usual glare and you’re like “let’s go seungkwan, we don’t talk to the lowest of the low” and hoshi drags jun behind him because “we can’t be one-upped by those morons lets go.”
  • and ,,,,,,,, everyone wants to know how it even started. why are you guys at each others neck. 
  • but you and hoshi REFUSE to talk about the Christmas party accident that happened when you first were just interns here
  • and 78% of everyone thinks you guys just had a really bad makeout session and now cant stand to look at one and other
  • (truth is hoshi called the cookies you baked half-par and you shoved a snowball down his shirt in the middle of dinner)
  • but long story short,,,,,you both call each other the devil and will never have lunch in 50 feet of each other. like if u see hoshi at the mcdonalds you bet your ass you’re gonna walk the extra ten blocks to the wendys. just how it is
  • and one afternoon you notice that you’ve run out of pens so you get up to go to the supply closet in the hallway and when you’re there you rummage around and hear the door open
  • and you’re like “oh sorr-”
  • but then you turn to see him. Satan Walking. hoshi,,,,,,,,
  • and you stop your apology and frown and hoshi just pushes his way inside, the door shutting behind him and it’s silent 
  • until you let out a scoff and reach to open the door to leave,,,,,,,,,,,but it wont open
  • and you stare at the doorknob and hoshi looks at you and is like “are you not smart enough to open it? here let me try-”
  • but when he does,,,,,,,,it’s obvious,,,,,,,,,you two are locked
  • fuming you turn to him and you’re like “look what you did you freaking genius you closed the door and got us STUCK” and he’s like “you’RE THE one who was fooling around with the doorknob and probably broke something don’t come for me.”
  • with your hands on your hips you’re about to say something when the lights flicker and ur like oh,,,,,,,,,,oh god now
  • BUT YOU GUESSED THE LIGHTS ARE OUT 
  • and hoshi groans and you both start banging on the door,,,,,,but the supply closet is literally so far from the actual office
  • that you just slide down and you’re like whY of all people,,,,,,did it have to be you,,,,,,,,the wORST person in the world 
  • and he’s like oH you think im happy about this?????
  • and you both make faces at each other that you can barely see,,,,and you’re just like “stay over there. don’t come near me.”
  • hoshi pretends to gag and is like i wouldnt go over there if my life depended on it
  • and you both wait,,,,silently,,,,,,,for someone else to come by
  • and it’s dark,,,,,quiet,,,,,and cold,,,,,,you wrap your arms around yourself and tuck your head onto your knees,,,,
  • slowly,,,,you feel yourself get drowsy,,,,and hoshi seems to be saying something but,,,,,,,you’re off to zzz land
  • waking up,,,,,you find that you’re still in the closet,,,,but something is draped around you and you can see the lights are back on and hoshi is still on the otherside,,,,in just his dress shirt and you realize that whats keeping you warm is his blazer
  • for a split second you want to throw it off and go “what the hell?” but then you cling to it,,,,keeping you warm in the closet and you curse the fact that the AC is so damn high
  • a couple of minutes later the doorknob turns and jun opens up the door,,,,,only for you and hoshi to jump up and for a second jun is stunned
  • but then,,,,with a smirk he’s like “i knew it,,,,,,,,you were never enemies,,,,,,you were actually l~o~v~e~r~s,,,,,,,locking yourselves up in a closet tsk tsk”
  • and you’re like WHAT and hoshi is like junhui please you know
  • and jun points to the blazer around your shoulders and you’re like !!!!!!!!!!! we can expl-
  • but it’s too late jun is down the hall shouting out that whoever bet on you two secretly dating gets all the spoils because he just found you two rendezvousing in the SUPPLY CLOSET
  • you and hoshi both try to talk over him,,,,but everyone’s already enthralled throwing winks and wolf whistles
  • and you turn to hoshi and you’re like lOOK what you’ve done again and he’s like EXCUSE ME i saved your freezing butt in there
  • and everyone is chanting about how CUTE this lovers quarrel is and ,,,,,,,,,,
  • you and hoshi just storm out of the office,,,,,,,you throw his blazer back at him and without looking at each other you both turn and try to walk opposite ways
  • until you turn back and so does he and he’s like ,,,,,,,,,,, “listen-”
  • and you’re like “yeah i know, screw it they’re not gonna live this down.”
  • and without another word you pull hoshi into a kiss and ,,,,,it isn’t half bad
  • actually it isn’t bad at all
  • and its nice because ur still cold from the closet and being close to someone,,,,,,,,like this,,,,,,,and hoshi’s big hands,,,,,,,,,,,well,,,,,,,
  • you pull back and you’re like “it  could work.”
  • hoshi nods but then with his hand still around your waist he’s like
  • “i still hate you though and you’re the demon of the office.”
  • scrunching up your nose you’re like “HEY you’re no angel either.”
  • “,,,,,,,”
  • “let’s do the thing where we make out again?”
  • “,,,,,,,,yeah ok good plan.”

anonymous asked:

is that a degree on your desk? whats your major?

That is my Certificate in Botanical Science Illustration!  In addition to that, I’m currently going to f. Lewis for graphic design (AKA how to art on computer) I do scientific and regular illustration freelance, but am slightly terrible about updating my art blog, lol.  Anyway, here’s my portfolio:

If anyone wants to commission me anything send me a not and we can talk over email about what you’d like and prices.

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Marinette has a few rules when it comes to her partner.

  1. Don’t let him take patrols on his own. He’ll fall asleep on a random rooftop somewhere because he likes to stay out until the break of dawn, watching over the city as it sleeps.
  2. If he calls after midnight, always answer.
  3. Don’t trust him with gifts. He always goes unnecessarily over the top and spends far too much money for her (or anyone else) to be comfortable with it.
  4. Don’t put him in charge of food. For the same reason as the gifts, but also because he’ll eat half the food before she shows up.
  5. Don’t smile at him too much in class. Alya is getting suspicious.

But it turns out that Marinette has to add a new rule to the list:

  • Don’t let Alya and Nino plan anything for the four of them.

—«·»—

“Are you sure you can’t come?” Marinette asks, pacing back and forth as Tikki watches her burn circles in the floor from the desk..

I really can’t,” Alya apologizes over the phone. “We can’t find a sitter this last minute and there’s no way my mom is letting Ella and Etta stay home alone.

“Could you bring them?” Marinette tries. “Because I can just bring more food and—”

Marinette,” Alya interrupts gently. “With this last week of akumas, I don’t think my mom wants even us going to school. A park without adult supervision? No way.

Marinette chews on her bottom lip and resists the urge to ask ‘what about superhero supervision?’ Instead, she asks, “Are you sure?”

Positive.” Alya sighs. “I’m sorry, I really wish I could come. But you’ll be with Nino and Adrien, you’ll still have a fun time without me there.”

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Ana decides she’s going to propose to Reinhardt because they’re not getting any younger, and he’s not popping the question. So she comes up with a plan to propose via interoffice mail. (Because Reinhardt is totally that dude who loves getting interoffice mail. You know the type.)

Anyway, Gabriel picks up the envelope for her. Says he’ll drop it off so long as he’s got to drop his own envelope off with Jack anyway.

“Got something for you,” he grunts when he realizes Jack is actually in his office. And, really, he’d prefer not to be around when Jack opens his expense reports, but there’s now avoiding that now. He’s not really expecting the smile that creeps over Jack’s face though, or tears to start forming in his eyes.

Gabriel really isn’t expecting to have Jack lunge over the desk to kiss him, but that’s what happens. So now they’re apparently engaged because his best friend has been, “In love with you for forever.”

Ana is lit pissed at him. 

Reinhardt is angry with Ana for not supporting their friends.

Jack is laughing about how big his engagement ring is.

Torbjorn is offering to resize the ring…

Gabriel is just trying to figure out how to straighten the whole mess out. Which would be a lot easier if Jack stopped giving him bedroom eyes and suggesting they, “Take the rest of the day off so we can ‘talk’ about things.”

anonymous asked:

"I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want." And “The truth is… I love you.” For Marichat please!

“I want to kiss you and hold your hand any time I want,” Chat Noir pouted.

“I want that too but–”

“If you want it too then there is no ‘but’.”

Marinette frowned. “A bunch of people know I’m dating Chat Noir thanks to Alya’s well-meaning but ill-timed Ladyblog post. If Adrien Agreste suddenly starts holding my hand and kissing me, well…”

“The cat will be out of the bag,” he sighed. “Or people will just think you’re a weak floozy for blondes.”

“Hey!” she laughed, throwing a pillow at him. “You can be Adrien now if you want.”

He grinned. “I’m always Adrien, Bugaboo.”

“You know what I mean.”

He dropped his transformation, catching Plagg in his hand.

“There’s cheese on my desk,” Marinette said, running a finger down the cat kwami’s head.

“Thanks, Princess,” he winked, zipping down to Tikki.

“Hi,” Marinette smiled, brushing Adrien’s hair away from his eyes.

“Hi,” he grinned back. “Can we at least talk about it?”

“People think there are four different individuals involved. I’m not sure what we can do to make this work.”

“What about if you and I date and Ladybug and Chat Noir date?”

“You don’t think that’s going to look super obvious? We don’t need anyone making that connection, Kitty.”

“Well…dang it. I should’ve just asked you out instead of sneaking over here as Chat.”

Marinette tilted her head. “Why did you start coming over here?”

“Because you’re cute.”

“Good answer,” she said.

“And I kept coming because…because…well, the truth is…I love you.” Adrien’s cheeks tinged pink. “I love you and I want to spend every possible moment with you.”

Marinette’s face softened. “I love you too, Adrien.”

He looked hopeful. “So we can date?”

“Sorry, I’m already dating Chat Noir,” she teased.

“Marinette!”


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It is strange, that men are so easily familiar with telling girls what we want. A narrative that seemed unshakable, a golden crown that touched any head who wanted our satisfaction.

Girls want jerks. They care too much about cars and looks.

our love of cars has nothing to do with men; a corvette has never made me want to sleep with someone when i could be driving. we develop methods of avoiding the predators; call them fuckboys, tell her not to answer. We develop a single look shared between two girls; an immediate stay back or i’ll step in if you need help that comes in the shadow of shallow men. and those of us who fall for the wrong man: we never dreamed our lives would be full of this, our love turning bitter - and we’re blamed for it.

Girls don’t want nice guys.

I am dating a genuinely kind person when I’m told this. when he approached me in the library he was banking on hope; becomes angry in the moment i refuse him gently. i watch him transform and i’m trapped by the desk: he goes from nice to cruel in a matter of seconds. he tells me i’m ignorant, that he could have been there for me, been there until the end. he doesn’t need to meet my boyfriend. i’m just incapable of making my own decisions because of my silly hind brain that belongs to all women. It is the first exchange I have with him and the last one. i am now a “dumb bitch” forever on his list, sadly “one of them” even though frankly i don’t mind it.

drunk girls are asking for it.

drunk girls have to have perfect habits; go out in pairs together, tell each other goals and secrets, promise at the start of the night that they’ll be going home together even if the other one has to pick up the pieces. count liquor in secret codes, say, i’m just going to the bathroom with my girl so later we can say i just want to go home; drunk girls get caught and when we say do you want him they say no, take me home, i do not.

girls just want someone who compliments them.

he follows her from class to class, eyes wide but mouth never speaking. he texts her under the desk and i see her shudder, just a little, but visibly. later when we’re drunk we’ll laugh about how he talks about her glorious titties but for now he’s posting on facebook about how women are shallow and know nothing. in the meantime, i watch her flinch every time she meets his eyes. in the last message he sends, he tells her, fine bitch, you were ugly the whole time and i never meant any of it. later on his blog he’ll talk about how he hates these stupid women.

girls in tight clothes are flaunting it. 

girls just want to get home in one piece. we wear baggy clothes and are harassed for being slovenly in the same train station that we were harassed for looking nice for a moment. we stand just a little closer to each other when the words start coming. men look at videos of women being catcalled and they scoff and say, can you blame him? and are surprised when we say, yes, i can, they tell us that they know what we mean when we wear a black turtleneck. what we mean? we just want to get home in this.

girls want an alpha male. girls want someone who puts them in their place. girls want a real man, girls want an asshole, girls want violence.

girls don’t believe in the alpha male myth because girls spent too much time studying wolves from middle school to college; girls would rather be a wolf than put up with this. girls believe their place is just where they are, for as long as they want to belong there; girls are quite fine making their own place; girls would like their place to be the white house. girls want girls. girls want someone who will love them, the way most people do. they just want to be alive and have a good time of it. 

but then, i don’t know if all girls do. because we’re not one hind brain, not one orb of desire that can be cracked by following an equation that someone developed by making up rules; put in nice, use compliments, send dick pic and hope she falls in love with you. there’s no right way and that’s the fact of it. treat us like we’re people. like we each want different things. like we have something new called a personality.

“I know what women want,” the man announces, “trust me.”