and don't talk to me about his clothes

Self-Confidence
  • *Daddy and I out trying to find an Easter dress for me*
  • Me: *In the dressing room, working on my 4th dress* This one won't even zip. I give up. *Opening the door to show daddy how 'fat' I looked*
  • Daddy: do you wanna see if there is a bigger size?
  • Me: *shakes head* this is the biggest size. I don't wanna keep trying on clothes. What's the point. *Tries to slam the door shut, but daddy sticks his hand inside*
  • Daddy: Look at me, baby. You're beautiful. You know your rules; no talking bad about yourself. Does some little girl need a time out?
  • Me: *Blushing, still standing in the too-small dress* No, daddy. I'm sorry.
  • Daddy: *Kisses my forehead* Now get changed, we'll go somewhere else to look.
  • Lance: Words can't hurt me, my boyfriend's gucci
  • Pidge: Don't you mean shades???
  • Lance pointing to Keith in a full outfit of gucci clothing with his knife: Nope. Looking good gorgeous!!!!
  • Keith ready to knife anyone who talks bad about Lance: Thanks beautiful!!!
  • Lance *is flustered mess*: Pidge help, I'm so in love with this boy
  • Pidge: You two are ridiculous, pefect for each other, but ridiculous

Raise your hand if you love Harry Styles for some reason other than “his hair, his clothes, his famous friends and his wealthy lifestyle”. Feel free to note.

IN MY OPINION, ABOUT YURI PLISETSKY...

Yuri Plisetsky is the definition of teenage rebel. He spends practice time on his phone, he’s a little brat to everyone except for the few people he likes, and he acts grumpy like it’s in style. Throughout the series, he’s had this cool exterior and has been dead set on not letting anyone in and even trying to end relationships before they begin (see: Yuuri Katsuki). He would do anything to protect his image of being the best, and this is clearly shown in the WTTM manga where he says he was upset Katsuki beat him in the free skate scores even if he ended up winning gold. 

Yuri Plisetsky wants to be the best and feels he has a lot to prove. 

When he saw Victor go on the ice during Yuuri’s exhibition and Yuri went wild, it was no surprise he would end up going wild and doing something to completely clash the feeling of Victuuri’s skate. Yuri not only wants to be the best, but he wants to be remembered. 

Which is why Welcome to the Madness makes sense. 

He seems to be showing off the signs of teen wanting to grow up too fast syndrome, which everyone goes through. This could be his breakthrough moment, showing that he can be the Eros he once desired in the beginning of the series. He choreographed it himself for crying out loud. 

His creation of WTTM could come from the fact that he is inspired by Victor Nikiforov, shown in how he wants him so desperately to be his coach in the beginning. Victor was always striving for a new angle, to surprise the audience, and Yuri could have picked up on that. He could have wanted something completely different than the purity of Agape and the beauty of Allegro and decided to do a 180. He wanted to show how good of a skater he was by skating to different types of music and expressing different emotions. He wanted the audience to feel something as he skated. 

I don’t feel that WTTM is out of character for him, in fact I was the opposite of surprised when he came onto the ice with his dark clothes and sex appeal. He’s just a boy who wants to prove himself and be as well versed as he can and I think the creators did an amazing job showing the dynamic of his character with the addition of his exhibition skate. 

  • (Jonas calls Mitch to talk about his Powers)
  • JONAS: Hello?
  • MITCH: Hey, what's up?
  • JONAS: I need your help, can you come here?
  • MITCH: Uh, I can't I'm buying clothes
  • JONAS: Alright, well hurry up and come over here
  • MITCH: Uh, I can't find 'em
  • JONAS: What do you mean you can't find 'em?
  • MITCH: I can't find them there's only soup
  • JONAS: ... What do you mean there's only soup?
  • MITCH: It means there's only soup
  • JONAS: WELL THEN GET OUT OF THE SOUP AISLE
  • MITCH: ALRIGHT YOU DON'T HAVE TO SHOUT AT ME
  • (Step Step Step)
  • MITCH: There's more soup
  • JONAS: WHAT DO YOU MEAN THERE'S MORE SOUP?
  • MITCH: There's just more soup!
  • JONAS: GO INTO THE NEXT AISLE
  • MITCH: There's still soup!
  • JONAS: WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW?
  • MITCH: I'm at soup!
  • JONAS: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE AT SOUP?!
  • MITCH: I MEAN I'M AT SOUP
  • JONAS: WHAT STORE ARE YOU IN?!
  • MITCH: I'M AT THE SOUP STORE!
  • JONAS: WHY ARE YOU BUYING CLOTHES AT THE SOUP STORE?!?!
  • MITCH: FUCK YOU-

anonymous asked:

Okay but a concept: Harry thinks you're mad at him one night when you don't wear his shirt to bed. you always wear Harry's clothes to bed. Like a t shirt and your own undies and that's it. Sweatpants if you're cold. He loves that you do but he doesn't really voice it. One night you don't. You've got your own shirt on and some shorts and when Harry sees you walk out of the bathroom in your own clothes, he gets upset like "Are you mad at me, petal? Did I do something wrong? Tell me, baby, please."

Oh my GOD

And you’re so confused like “Baby what are you talking about?”

“Just…. you usually wear my clothes to sleep…. and y'not tonight.”

And you laugh. You burst out in giggles so hard that his cheeks turn red and he gets embarrassed. “What?!?”

“You just… you’re so adorable. Of course I’m not mad.” You craw into bed and kiss his cheeks. “Will it make you feel better if I put on your shirt from earlier?”

And now he’s pouting. “Well not if y'gonna bloody make fun of me!”

And you giggle and kiss his nose. “Oh baby. I’m sorry. Here….” You start kissing him, reaching down to tug at his t-shirt and pull it up over his head. “How abouuuuut……. neither of us sleep with clothes tonight?”

He never damn missed

Phil edges Dan to the point that he cries.


Yo yo, this is one of those fics I write and then read back like how did I write this, how could I put my name on this without wanting to take a cold cold shower. Enjoy x

Warnings: at the beginning phil pushes dan against a wall in anger which could seem a lil like domestic abuse but that wasnt my intention but just to warn you muah x . Also choking, rimming, swearing the usual.

Extra tags: edging, Dom!phil, blow job, rim job, toys, angry sex, daddykink

Side note: this is fucking frustrating to read due to the edging like I nearly tore my hair out just writing it so be warned.

The tv shows had now all gone to teleshopping. Phil glanced at the clock, 2:15am. Phil huffed and switched the TV off. He wasn’t going to wait up for Dan now. How dare he stay out this late without so much as a text. But as Phil began to walk out the lounge he heard the key lock in the door. He could tell Dan was trying to be quiet as he was tip toeing up the stairs. Dan turned the corner to be scared out of his bones by Phil. 

“Fuck Phil sorry I didn’t see you, you scared me.” Dan stuttered, still a little blind sided.Phil just sighed.

“It’s 2am Dan. Where the fuck have you been?” Phils voice was stern and gravelly. Phil knew Dan had been out with some university friends but Dan promised to be home by 11.

“Well I kind of lost track of time an my  phone died so…” Dan trailed off looking at the floor like a child in trouble.

“You know my number off by heart you could’ve called me on one of your friends phones.”

“Phil I’m sorry,”

“Fuck off.” Phil spat. It wasn’t like him to get this angry. Phil stormed up the stairs. He could hear Dan following him taking two steps at a time.

“Phil please talk to me I’m so so sorry it won’t happen again.” Dan mumbled. Phil turned around and pushed Dan up against a wall. His breath was hot on dans neck. 

“No it won’t happen again.” Phil kissed dans neck and made him shudder.

“I prom-” Dan was cut off by phils grasp around his neck.

“Don't interrupt me. Be undressed, on my bed in two minutes and don’t even think about touching yourself.” Phil purred. Dan did as he was told, he knows he shouldn’t love Phil in this mood but god he does. Dan scrambled on to Phil’s bed whipping off his clothes as he did. He was already half hard by the time he was ready for Phil. He couldn’t help but Palm himself gently as he awaited his boyfriend. Dans eyes fluttered shut as he imagined all the things Phil was going to do to him. “Tut tut tut,” Phil scolded from the doorway. Dans eyes shot open. “I didn’t really want to do this but since you’re set on being such a disobedient slut I’m going to have to.” Phil said, walking over to Dan. Phil opened the bottom drawer of his bedside table.

“No Phil I won’t touch myself,” Dan blurted out.

“Yeah I know you won’t.” Phil said pinning Dans arms above his head. He bound Dans wrists together with his old school tie. Dan always whined that he hated being tied up, when really it got him going like none other.Phil began kissing down Dans hairless stomach stopping and starting to leave gentle bites. Dan knew he was going to get punished for what he did so he didn’t know why was Phil being so tender? 

“Now I shouldn’t rim you because that’s a treat and you’ve been very very bad.” Phil growled against Dans stomach. Phil shifted Dans thighs apart in a way that made Dans cock twitch. “I will though,” Phil murmured.Phil licked a stripe across Dans hole and gently sucked at it, in a way that made Dan squirm. Dan moaned a little in appreciation. As Phil began to lick inside Dan, Dans moans grew louder. He wanted to grab Phils hair and pull him deeper; he wanted to grab at the sheets; he wanted to bite down on his fist but he was so restricted. 

“Daddy!” Dan groaned, this made Phil Grow harder in his jeans. “Daddy please go deeper,” this earned Dan a sharp slap on his thigh, which only made him choke a moan. Even though Phil expressed he didn’t like being told what to do when he was playing dom, he muffled his ears with Dans thighs and began tongue fucking Dans hole. Dans moans were inconsistent and increasingly loud. His quick breath was stuttering his groans of Phils name. Phil reached up and began stroking Dans cock which made the younger boy buck up from the bed.“Oh daddy I’m close,” Dan stuttered,Phil moaned to spur him on while Dan shamelessly pushed himself further into Phils face. Then as Dan was seconds away from letting go, Phil stopped dead in his tracks and sat up away from Dan.
“Phil! What the fuck?!” Dan blurted out in frustration. He tugged at his restricted wrists forgetting he couldn’t touch himself, he threw his he’s back in frustration as he began to come down. So this was his punishment.
“I’m not done with you.” Phil growled.Once Dan became soft again Phil gently palmed him. Dan was sensitive so this made him squirm. Once Dan was half hard phil put his lips around the top of Dans length. Phil began bobbing down on Dan with his hands wrapped around Dans thighs. This made Dan writhe beneath him. Dans breathing became ragged as he began to hit the back of Phils throat. He was stringing incoherent phrases and moans at the pleasure as he grew closer and closer. Dans palms were sweating and his legs were trembling. The heat in his stomach was more prominent than ever. Phil looked up at Dan, his eyes were rolled to the back of his head; his hair beginning to curl from the humidity of his own sweat; his back arched ever so slightly and his restricted hands tangled together in frustration.
Phil pulled off Dan way before he could finish. He swore he heard Dan whimper as the warmth of Phils mouth left him. Phil just sat and stared at Dan as he came down. Phil palmed himself through his boxers as Dan stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Phil crawled up to Dans wrists and began untying him.
“Please tell me I’m actually allowed to cum tonight?” Dan practically sobbed.

“We’ll see,” Phil purred. Dan sighed in relief, phils ‘we’ll see’ never meant no. Dan sighed as his hands were finally free but he was now completely limp and extremely agitated. 

“I’ll be back in a second, be hard for me when I come back.” Phil asserted.
Dan unenthusiastically began stroking his length. He wasn’t sure if he could keep this up this was killing him. Phil sure knew how to teach a damn lesson.
Dan was half hard when Phil came back in the room. He had some thing hidden behind his back. Phil could almost laugh at Dans state, he was sweating all over, his breathing was uneven, he was pink in the cheeks and he was looking at Phil as if he was angry but really he was just frustrated.
Phil climbed up on the bed and revealed a vibrator from behind his back. Dan knew he was fucked.

“Okay my only rule, if you touch your self you will not cum tonight.” Phil growled. Dan nearly cried out at Phil but they both knew that would not bode well. Phil locked eyes with Dan as he slicked two fingers with lube. It was never hard to stretch Dan as he was stretched so often. He teased at Dans rim and gently pushed a finger in. Then a second, and he began moving them to edge Dan open. The vibrator wasn’t big so he wouldn’t have to be fully stretched. Dan was now fully hard again and had his fist in his mouth so he could bite down on it to stop himself jerking off. Then he heard the vibrator begin to purr. Phil gently pushed it in and hit dans prostate spot on. Phil had mapped out exactly where it was a while ago so he never damn missed. Dan bucked off the bed when it was hit. Phil circled the vibrator on Dans bundle of nerves which caused Dan to near scream. 

“Fuck fuck daddy! FUCK-ah” Dans moans were louder than ever. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and he could barely control his mindless grinding on the object inside him. His stomach was pooling and he was practically writhing as it was all too much. Phil notched up the vibrator till it was on full power and Dan was a hot mess. He was grabbing at the sheets, biting down on his knuckles tangling a hand in his own hair. Anything to stop himself touching his cock. “Daddy please! I can’t take it.” Dan cried.The vibrator was sending constant waves of pleasure throughout his whole body and his eyes were clouding over, he was seeing spots he was so far gone. And then phil pulled out the vibrator and left him empty. Dan cried out. He opened his eyes to a blurry vision of Phil, smirking down at him. 

Dans eyes were watering. He couldn’t believe he was pathetic enough to cry in frustration but he couldn’t feel embarrassed. Phil wiped a tear that had rolled down Dans cheek away with his thumb.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Phil asked gently.Dan nodded frantically, still with a few tears spilling. Phil was quick to lube his cock and Line up with Dan. Dan just nodded to signal Phil as he had no energy for anything else. Phil slipped in slowly before pulling out nearly all the way then slamming back in, causing Dans body to rack the bed. Phil didn’t believe what he heard at first but he was nearly certain he heard Dan sob. Phil was slamming into Dan fast and hard as the bed slammed against the wall. Dans voice was raspy;

“Daddy please please let me cum,” Phil couldn’t say no it wasn’t often Dan begged. he gave him a quick nod and before he knew it Dan was gone. His body shook as he came, it was the first time he’d made Dan scream. The pleasure ran over his whole body and he couldn’t see, his whole body fell limp. Dan didn’t even notice he was still being pounded into, until it stopped as Phil had reached his high and he too fell limp.After a few minutes of silence Dan turned over to Phil.

“I’ll never be late home again, hell I’ll never go out again. Although that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had, never put me through that again.” Dan said with a slight smile on his face.

“That’s alright I forgive you, I can’t believe you cried though.” Phil chuckled.

“I can’t believe you MADE me cry.” Dan pushed Phil gently on the shoulder. Phil just smiled in response as Dan crawled onto Phils chest and fell asleep.

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Original sketches for Ranger Iwaizumi based on Allie’s “I Followed Fires” (which you should totally read if you love yourself).

My plan was to draw the scene in which we first meet Iwaizumi in the story.
But I also felt bad for hiding his face, while simultaneously dying to draw exactly this?!!
So, in the end I added the 2nd one. Typical.

I decided to focus on the one showing his face, as this was a birthday present for Allie who is basically responsible for all of this (curse you.. bless you), so I had some kind of deadline to meet and just knew I’d never finish both on time.

While drawing the one you already know, the picture/atmosphere changed quite a bit and it doesn’t fit the exact scene I had in mind before, so I will just leave these design sketches at this!!


I like the sketchy-style as well :>
I gotta learn to /leave/ things be anyway!! è v é)9

Talked to boy today and he referred to our night out on Thursday as “awesome”, offered me his own clothes if we ever go to another game so I’ll have actual Rangers gear, and remembered stupid, little plans I made for the weekend and asked about them.

anonymous asked:

Niles for the send me a character?

First Impression: A rogue who’s also a sadist? no thanks

Impression now: He’s such a good retainer and he’s such a broken guy and he needs love asap also he’s hilarious

Favorite moment: His entire support with Odin because that’s one of the funniest supports I’ve read with how they bicker throughout everything and they both think the other is too unqualified to work for Leo because they both give off such a bad public image lol

Idea for a story: *whispers* birhtright au

Favorite Relationship: His relationship with Nina is so unique compared to how he treats literally everyone else. She’s the light of his life and the only good thing he put into this world and he’s just so genuine with her it’s great.

Favorite Headcanon: super random headcanon but can you imagine him buying cute dresses for nina as a child and helping her put her little tiny shoes on and he probably has baby shoes just hidden away in his clothes somewhere cause he lost them so if he shakes his clothes out baby shoes fall out

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So I was talking to @gentlegiantdreamer about some Wadanohara stuff and this Jumbo Shrimp AU was created. The basic premise of the AU is that Cherryblod started growing uncontrollably because of the poison he got earlier in the game and it’s just about him adjusting to his constantly changing size as he gets bigger

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Hey, I’d like to request a modern Murphy imagine where he and reader meet each other on their friend’s birthday party, they get drunk and things get fluffy ^^ I REALLY LIKE YOUR IMAGINES хо


You were extremely bored, sitting on the white couch in the back of the room with the only company of your glass(es) of champagne.

You didn’t really like the people who were attending this party: they were boring, and you regretted coming in the first place. Sasha’s parties were never the most… entertaining.

“You’re bumming me out” someone said, sitting next to you. You turned around to see the one and only John Murphy: he’d been Sasha’s boyfriend for such a short period of time that you hadn’t even had the time to meet him. According to your friend, he was the biggest asshole when it came to dating, but was a pretty decent friend.

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anonymous asked:

I went to my ex's house to get my stuff and we started talking about why we broke up. Things got pretty deep and we were just looking at each other. He started laughing and I asked about what. He pulled me in and kissed me. I don't know how but clothes were gone and we were going at it. Best sex we ever had. My back is tore up and so are his thighs and back. Oops.

send your dirty confession here and I’ll post it. you can read them all here

find-our-neverland  asked:

[Freaky Friday] Okay, but can we talk about horny and needy Eren rutting up on his s/o, groping her butt, sliding his hands up to her chest and giving her breasts a few enticing squeezes, then dippin’ back down between her legs, one hand over her clothes while the other slips below the hem of her pants, the whole time he’s begging and nibbling on your ear, whining, “Play with me~”

hoLY–

Originally posted by gif-007

Of course we can talk about this, sweetheart :-) I’m all ears 25/8

Garrett Inquisition Banters - Dorian
  • Dorian: The Champion of Kirkwall, is it? A pleasure to finally make your acquaintance
  • Garrett: I wouldn't have thought anyone who could have had a seat in the Magesterium would much care to know about the south
  • Dorian: You know of the Magesterium? Truly? Most in the South think ever mage in Tevinter is a Magister
  • Garrett: Don't take it as a compliment. My husband was a slave to one of your magisters
  • ---
  • Dorian: So you married a slave?
  • Garrett: /Former/ slave. He belongs to no one
  • Dorian: Ooh, touchy
  • ---
  • Dorian: Have I offended you?
  • Garrett: What makes you think I'm offended?
  • Dorian: Well in Varric's book he writes you as an understanding paragon of goodness, and yet whenever I'm within ten feet you start scowling
  • Garrett: I... didn't realise. I apologise
  • Dorian: Oh no need. In fact, it makes you one of the friendliest southerners I've met so far!
  • ---
  • Dorian: So-
  • Garrett: Not now
  • Dorian: I haven't even said anything
  • Garrett: I'm not up for talking at the moment. Please, just not now
  • Varric: Leave him alone, Sparkler. Everyone has their days
  • ---
  • Garrett: So you actually read Varric's books then?
  • Dorian: Not all of them. I tried reading that romance, Swords and Shields, per Cassandra's recommendation. I felt my IQ drop after the first sentence
  • Garrett: The Seeker recommended it? Varric will have a field day with that
  • Dorian: Well would you look at that? A smile! I feel blessed
  • Garrett: *sighs* And now you've ruined it
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... you're interested in men, are you?
  • Garrett: And married
  • Dorian: Well I noticed /that/. You and Fenris can barely keep your hands off of each other. I was just wondering...
  • Garrett: What?
  • Dorian: Never mind. Let's go back to you scowling at me whenever I walked into the room, that was much more comfortable
  • ---
  • (After Dorian's personal quest)
  • Garrett: The other day, when you brought up my preference for men, were you going to ask about my father when he found out?
  • Dorian: Ah, I've been had, have I?
  • Garrett: It would seem so. Do you still want to know?
  • Dorian: So long as it doesn't end with 'and then he decided to try a blood ritual to make me acceptable'
  • Garrett: Nothing like that. I was about seventeen when I realised, nineteen when I finally told him. It wasn't easy. I was terrified actually
  • Dorian: You were scared he wouldn't approve. I understand. What did he do, when you told him?
  • Garrett: He and my mother sat there and they listened. And when it was done, they just hugged me, told me they loved me, and that was it
  • Dorian: I see. You were lucky to have parents so ready to accept you as you were
  • Garrett: I was. And maybe you might be too, if your father's serious about making amends
  • Dorian: Maybe. I'd like to think he is
  • ---
  • Dorian: So your brother is a Grey Warden?
  • Garrett: He is. My fault, I'm afraid
  • Dorian: How so? I take it you didn't make him do it on a dare?
  • Garrett: I let him have his way. I let him go on that damned Deep Roads Expedition because he'd have thrown a fit over it otherwise
  • Dorian: He caught the Blight, I take it?
  • Garrett: Yes. And if not for Anders knowing where to find Grey Wardens, he would have died
  • Dorian: That hardly makes it your fault. Sounds more like rotten luck to me
  • Garrett: If I'd just made him stay at home-
  • Dorian: He'd have thrown a fit and done something equally stupid to spite you, I'm sure
  • Carver: I'm standing right here you know
  • Dorian: Oh I'm well aware
  • ---
  • Dorian: You know I always thought that Varric made that up
  • Garrett: *groans* Dare I even ask...
  • Dorian: You'd really never kissed anyone before Fenris? And he was your first time too? My, how romantic
  • Garrett: I am going to kill Varric...
  • Dorian: And here I thought we were past the 'you scowling at my mere presence' stage
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, you and Farier?
  • Dorian: Ah, you are curious? Well, I do love talking about me, so there's no harm in indulging you
  • Garrett: *chuckles* How on earth does he put up with you?
  • Farier: Well see, he does this thing with his tongue where he-
  • Dorian: Amatus!
  • Farier: *smugly* What? You use your tongue to talk, don't you?
  • Dorian: Oh, you little-!
  • Garrett: *laughs*
  • ---
  • Dorian: So... open to a friendly wager, Garrett?
  • Garrett: Hardly. The last time I wagered anything, it involved Isabela winning my clothes at cards and me running home with a bucket to cover my privates
  • Dorian: *laughs* Quite the image! Now that's a story I have to hear
  • Varric: I'll tell you all about it back at camp, Sparkler
  • Marian: You can see it first hand if you get him drunk enough
  • Dorian: And now I have my next endeavour all planned out
  • Garrett: Maker, no. Just no
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, out of curiosity, what did you want to wager on?
  • Dorian: Interested are we?
  • Garrett: Hardly, just curious as to what you were going to propose
  • Dorian: Well it's not fun if we don't wager. Varric put in for ten royals already on the odds of three-to-one
  • Garrett: In favour of what?
  • Dorian: I'm only telling those who are betting
  • ---
  • Garrett: Fine, just tell me what we're betting on
  • Dorian: Aha! Knew your curiosity would win out. We're betting on our dear Inquisitor's chances for success
  • Garrett: You're... betting on whether or not she'll die? That's rather morbid
  • Dorian: Not dying per say, though I suppose that will be the outcome if Corypheus isn't stopped. So, your wager?
  • Garrett: Not my trousers, that's for damn sure
  • Dorian: *laughs* Blast, and to think I could have owned the trousers of the Champion of Kirkwall!
  • Sera: I could pants him for you!
  • Garrett: Don't even think about it
  • Sera: *cackles* Too late!
  • Garrett: She's joking... Right?
  • Dorian: My dear Garrett, I'd watch myself from now on if I were you
  • ---
  • Dorian: So I sated your curiosity on our bet, now sate mine. Why /were/ you always scowling at me?
  • Garrett: I didn't even realise I was doing it before you pointed it out
  • Dorian: Nonsense, there must have been a reason. I /did/ hear you duelled Danarius and had a part in his death
  • Garrett: True. And I still have the scars to prove it
  • Dorian: So is it because I was nearly a magister? I take it that it's not because I'm from Tevinter, considering your choice in marital partner
  • Garrett: I... I don't know
  • Dorian: Ah, perhaps you feared I would harm Fenris in some way? I imagine he paints quite a picture of the Imperium
  • Garrett: Just... stop. I don't want to talk about this anymore
  • Dorian: Very well. Shall we talk about me instead? I do love that topic
  • ---
  • Dorian: Are they always that loud?
  • Garrett: Try sleeping next door to them. I think they do it on purpose
  • Dorian: Have you ever tried-?
  • Garrett: Yes, and it doesn't work. Trust me
  • Dorian: You must have gotten back at them somehow. I doubt Fenris would let it go
  • Garrett: *smugly* Well we did book them for the Bad Girl Special at the Blooming Rose once
  • Dorian: What-?
  • Marian: I still hate you for that
  • Garrett: I know. And it was worth it
  • ---
  • Dorian: You... really remember nothing?
  • Garrett: Not really. Only what I've been told since waking up
  • Dorian: Hm. When the Nightmare stole Lyris' memories, it only took her memories of the Conclave... Perhaps it was your extended contact with the demon that did it
  • Garrett: Do you think it will come back?
  • Dorian: I don't know. But if there is a chance, I am happy to help however I can
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Hmph, of course it took a memory wipe for you to say that to me
  • ---
  • Dorian: Lothering?
  • Garrett: Darkspawn
  • Dorian: Cheery. Kirkwall?
  • Garrett: Home
  • Dorian: Fenris?
  • Garrett: Husband
  • Dorian: Are you saying that because you know it, or because you feel it?
  • Garrett: ...both
  • Dorian: Hm... Ah. Dorian?
  • Garrett: *smugly* Scowling
  • Dorian: Aha, you /are/ starting to remember properly now, aren't you?
  • ---
  • Garrett: Thank you Dorian
  • Dorian: Well, I won't be one to refuse thanks but I usually like to know what I'm being thanked for
  • Garrett: For helping me remember. I was a bit of an arse to you in the beginning, wasn't I?
  • Dorian: Well you didn't spit when we met. It's more than I can say for the blacksmith
  • Garrett: *sighs* And there goes the moment...
  • ---
  • Garrett: So, Dorian...
  • Dorian: Ah, are we back to scowling now I am to be a true Magister? Don't worry, I won't hold it against you. I've even been practicing my maniacal laugh
  • Garrett: I just wanted to offer my sympathies for your father's death. I know how hard it is to lose a parent
  • Dorian: *sympathetically* Or two, in your case. I appreciate the sentiment, though I'd rather not speak at length about it
  • Garrett: Of course. Have you at least had your grapes peeled for you since being back in Tevinter?
  • Dorian: *laughs* No, but it is at the top of my list when I take my seat in the Magesterium. Along with trying to drag the Imperium back out of the muck, though that's a slightly more long term goal I'm afraid
  • Garrett: I'd heard a few rumours about that. You really think you can do it?
  • Dorian: Maybe, maybe not. But if I don't try, who will?
  • Garrett: True enough. If you ever need anything...
  • Dorian: Oh perish the thought. I believe you've been through enough, my friend. Only fate would be unkind enough to saddle you with yet more trouble after all of this
How the chat with Wicke should have gone
  • Wicke: He [Gladion] even tried to stitch his clothes back together when Null ripped it-
  • Me: *Sniffling*
  • Wicke: Why are you crying? Is something wrong?
  • Me: No... please... continue... *Gross Sobbing*

A shot of Elijah’s shirt. And he cracks a joke! Cami tosses him the shirt and says that she got him the shirt “unless he likes his clothes extra crispy”. And he answers “as opposed to deep fried?”

datemate.

Aaron stumbles in late. He trips up the top step, pours into the bedroom, and looks up blearily to see Robert with his hand on the bedside lamp, smug and unsurprised.

“Aren’t you a picture of loveliness?”

“I like to think so, yeah,” Aaron replies. He climbs slowly up, throwing his knees over, sitting on Robert’s lap with a drunken grin that only makes Robert scoff. He’s shirtless, but flushed; soft skin and flat hair and creases of pink where the sheet has dug in.

Aaron wants him so much.

“You wore my tie,” Robert says softly, a hand out to tug at it, his other hand grabbing hot at Aaron’s thigh. Aaron lets his fingers trail across smooth skin, arms, throat, chest, and he’s sated, languid, wanting, when he says,

“Well you didn’t need it.”

It still comes out bitter. He knows Robert hears it.

“I’m sorry, Aaron, really, I just - if I can get these offers lined up it gives me time to focus on Andy, on what - ”

“I know, I know,” Aaron says, surging forward to kiss him, to shut him up, because he can’t handle all the sincerity, can’t handle this Robert, not right now. He drags skin along teeth just to hear him gasp. “Just missed you, missed doing this.”

“Oh, planning to do this at the wedding, were you?”

“Maybe,” Aaron says, biting again, giggling when Robert’s hands move to cup and dig into his arse, payback. They kiss again, kiss until it’s too much but not enough and all the air’s trapped in the space they won’t make. “Fuck.”

Robert catches his breath to ask, “Everything went okay, then?”

and Aaron raises a brow to say, “Seriously?”

and the angles are all wrong and Aaron’s wearing too many clothes and Robert never has to be his date to anything ever again if it means they can do this when Aaron gets home.

“Just trying to care,” Robert teases, and Aaron leans in to drag Robert’s hand up his thigh, to talk low, gravelly, into his ear,

“Take care of me now.”