and i also really liked it last night but now i'm thinking maybe it's too blue

anonymous asked:

Hey! What're your thoughts on Agents of SHIELD moving to Fridays at 9pm? I'm worried about the future of the show...

Hey, anon! So I apologise in advance if this gets really in depth, but I’m actually a television scheduler myself, so I’m really into how other channels put their schedule together and why they do it.

Anyway, without further ado! Here are my thoughts on the matter. Under the cut for length.

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anonymous asked:

Hey! Regarding your mer!Lance AU, Blue claim him and stuff but... How will he pilot her with his fishy tail? Does he sort of can dry it to make them shift to legs or will they... idk fill Blue cockpit with water?? (this idea is stupid I know... it was funnier in my head actually) I'm kinda curious about this part! And also, will Pidge be extra curious and ask a ton of stuff to Lance to try to understand his species because "holyshit he's a mermaid!"?? Love your AU btw and the cute doodle for it!


>< Imma put it under a cut c ause its a ton of info and theres some art to go with it 

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anonymous asked:

I'm imagining Karen at university, it's autumn and she's wearing cute sweaters with little wool skirts etc, she's persuaded to go to a pretty rough bar in town, and that's where she meets Him. He seems rough and ready, but when they start dating he's so kind & gentle with her, always encouraging her to finish assignments, walking her to lectures & meeting her from the library at night. I'm starting uni next year & this is a fantasy of mine, perhaps someone might like to write. Love your writing!

Hey Anon! First of all, let me say congrats and good luck with uni next year. Stay away from the 8 AM classes if you can and a regular sleep schedule is going to become a distant fantasy, but you should fight for it. It helps a lot. As does exercising and LOTS of water.

Second of all: you didn’t SAY Frank, but you described and I saw him. So I wrote him.

I hope you like this. Thank you for the prompt, I had fun with it.

A study in black and blue

Josie raises her eyebrows when the door opens and this life size doll walks in.

Usually, the pretty girls that walk through the door are showing either too much boob, too much stomach, or too much leg, maybe all three at once. Or they’re pretty but don’t bother with anything more elaborate than jeans and a coat over a simple t-shirt.

This one has her shiny blond hair up on a neat ponytail, enough makeup to just make you wonder if she was born like this or her cheeks are really that shade of pink, a sweater with a swan wearing a crown, the sleeves rolled up and a skirt that stops a few inches above her knees, her caramel ankle boots rising a little bit above her ankle. The bag slung on her shoulder matches it.

“Hi”, she says to Josie. “Do you know where I can find Foggy? Or Matt?”

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anonymous asked:

Ok prompt: Mike is looking in the mirror, bouncing on the balls of his feet, fucking up trying to tie his bow tie so he can walk down the isle and marry Rachel. Harvey turns him around and smirks at him and flicks his hands away so he can tie Mikes bow tie for him. Nike looks into his eyes and suddenly he can't stand it anymore. "Goddamn you're perfect. Did I ever tell you I had a crush on you?" And Harvey....... what?



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Make Happy Starter Pack
  • Mix of comedy, deep stuff, out of context stuff, and potentially NSFW-ish sentences.
  • "Ladies if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Fellas if you feel me, say hell yeah!"
  • "Virgins, if you haven't felt a person, say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like drinking booze, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "If you like smoking weed, let me hear you say hell yeah!"
  • "I can't wrap my mind around exactly why I'm here."
  • "I know you paid money."
  • "I should be funny."
  • "Look at the world. I don't know why I'm here."
  • "I would love to tell you that everything is fine."
  • "You wanna be happy... Well, get in line!"
  • "It gets old after a few minutes."
  • "Let's get this show started."
  • "I already fucked it up."
  • "Haters gonna hate. Lovers gonna love."
  • "You have to reject both sides of the spectrum to leave a healthy middle."
  • "Stop participating."
  • "Not a participatory thing going on up here."
  • "Did you not think I was gonna use this, idiot(s)?"
  • "It's not a prop."
  • "I've got a lot of problems in my life."
  • "I got no one to talk to."
  • "There's everyone and then there is just me."
  • "If I could change, don't you think that I'd do it?"
  • "God only knows, why he cursed me to be ________/(a straight white man)"
  • "I state my problems, other people roll their eyes."
  • "Three trips to the mall, zero _______ in my size."
  • "I've never been the victim of a random search for drugs."
  • "You can't say my life is easy."
  • "I know the road looks though ahead."
  • "Can't you just leave us alone?"
  • "Also, 'no' to the things you asked for."
  • "They are being greedy and they know it."
  • "Everyone thinks that I got it easy."
  • "Just because it's true, doesn't mean that it's right."
  • "So pull up a chair and put down your pitchforks."
  • "We still do, but it's not as fun now."
  • "If you were offended by that, it was ironic."
  • "Isn't that fun?"
  • "I meant the whole opposite of it."
  • "White guys... it's easy to be a white guy."
  • "We deserve a cheer once in a while."
  • "We invented a lot of stuff."
  • "Everything but peanut butter."
  • "Your grandkids are going to see this."
  • "Put the lights down."
  • "Their faces creep me out."
  • "I'm not perfect, ok?"
  • "Twice in a week? What is this?"
  • "Do you want to sing a song with me?"
  • "Hey, _____, guess what?"
  • "You're a (insert insult here)."
  • "So I was interrupted the other day-"
  • "Can you turn the lights off at least?"
  • "Why was it on a record player?"
  • "It's gonna outlive me."
  • "Do not give those dumb fucks any credit."
  • "It's all me baby, all me."
  • "How dare you make that joke so late!"
  • "I like poetry."
  • "Do not veer credit to people outside this building!"
  • "Two examples is enough."
  • "I'm right in the sweet spot."
  • "I could give that money to a homless person. But I don't do that very often."
  • "Tomorrow is a relative term. We're not getting there."
  • "You don't know where I'm going, so don't act like it."
  • "You're not ahead of me."
  • "I will retain the element of surprise."
  • "I'm trying to break out of that."
  • "This might not work."
  • "________, I heard you had sex with an older woman last night?"
  • "How does he do it?"
  • "I'm not honest for a second up here."
  • "I think country music gets a bad rep."
  • "A dirt road, a cold beer, blue jeans, a red pick-up."
  • "No shoes, no shirt."
  • "Sort of a mental typo."
  • "I could sing in mandarin."
  • "I own a private ranch that I rarely use. I don't like dirt."
  • "Now it's time to talk to the ladies."
  • "Good girl in a straw head."
  • "Thought it was a human woman."
  • "That is a scarecrow."
  • "I'm wanting you. I hope you're feeling me."
  • "You don't know what land you're in...?"
  • "They are lying to you, that's all."
  • "You deserve better."
  • "I'm not saying I'm it, but I'm the person that says you deserve better."
  • "It's the end of culture."
  • "We lost."
  • "How is this entertainment?"
  • "I saw a gorgeous dick. I was in a public restroom."
  • "You're not picturing this."
  • "I need to earn it."
  • "You need to earn it."
  • "There's more where that came from."
  • "Ladies, I know where that came from."
  • "You want a guy that's sweet."
  • "This ugy only exists in your mind."
  • "Guess what? You're right."
  • "If you want love, lower your expectations a few."
  • "Prince Charming would never settle for you."
  • "Just pick a guy and love him."
  • "Just pick a girl and love him."
  • "You wan't a girl that is noce, a girl that is not."
  • "A real girl, a hot girl, a really hot girl!"
  • "She's real, but last week she died."
  • "You might think you dick is a gift, I promise it's not."
  • "I won't settle for less than perfect."
  • "Deep down we know we don't deserve it."
  • "We all deserve love."
  • "We all suck, but love can make us suck less."
  • "It's the very best part of being alive."
  • "Original does not mean good."
  • "Anyone can do anything."
  • "What is it good for?"
  • "I don't want to get political..."
  • "They just liked the lights, I didn't even need to do jokes."
  • "Yeah, you like that?"
  • "Honey are you ok?"
  • "Are you drunk?"
  • "What's behind your back?"
  • "It's a jar of peanut butter. Alright? Sue me."
  • "Why are you holding a jar of mayonnaise."
  • "I'll clean it up."
  • "You'll make it worse if you try it."
  • "Who are you talking to?"
  • "You just gestured to the sink."
  • "I bought something."
  • "Sit in silence."
  • "Nothing tastes better than not getting sued."
  • "You don't want that desperate sort of cloying thing."
  • "I'm just overpaid, ok?"
  • "I sound mean and rude."
  • "Let a professional hear it."
  • "Stick your tongue in a plug."
  • "Hold your breath until it's gone."
  • "Take your pants off!"
  • "You think it's ok because I'm a dude?"
  • "You think it's ok because he is a dude?"
  • "It's over."
  • "We shouldn't fight to stay together just to fight again."
  • "We need to take a break from us to make it right again."
  • "Honestly are you fucking five?"
  • "I've got my father's temper. I'm emotionally inarticulate."
  • "I'm hurting inside, I'm trying to hide it."
  • "I thought you were lashing out in anger."
  • "I deserve better than you."
  • "Sorry, you're not what I need."
  • "What am I talking about, you know?"
  • "It's about... but for real, what is it about?"
  • "No one gives a shit about what we think!"
  • "The arrogant is taught."
  • "It's prison. It's horrific"
  • "I know very little about anything."
  • "He talked about his problems."
  • "I thought... maybe I could do this."
  • "Can I say my shit, _______?"
  • "I got lots of shit to say."
  • "I can't fit my hand insdie a pringle can."
  • "It's way too small."
  • "You think you can. I know you can't"
  • "Just... make them wider?"
  • "I wanna have a daughter."
  • "But that is priority numero uno."
  • "I don't go to the gym 'cause I'm self concious about my body."
  • "I'm self concious about my body because I don't go to the gym."
  • "Irony can be so painful."
  • "Dude, you should have warned me."
  • "No one wants to have a messx burrito."
  • "I wouldn't have gotten the _______ if I knew it wouldn't fit."
  • "I wouldn't have got half of it."
  • "I'm ok with small mistakes."
  • "I don't think that I can handle this right now."
  • "I can sit here an pretend that my biggest problems are pringle cans and burritos."
  • "The truth is my biggest problem is you."
  • "I want to please you but stay true to myself."
  • "Part of me loves you, part of me hates you, part of you needs you, part of me fears you."
  • "I should probably just shut up."
  • "You can tell them anything."
  • ""I hope you're happy."
  • "Oh, good, it's just us."
  • "If you hated it, it's fair."
  • "On a scale of one to zero, ________?"
  • "Are you happy?"
  • "But what the fuck kind of question is 'are you happy'?"
  • "Oh god, my dad was right."
  • "You're everything you hated. Are you happy?"
  • "Hey, look, Mom, I made it! Are you happy?"

Beautiful reds, oranges, and yellows could be seen as the sun lowered into the horizon. A gentle, cool, breeze made its way through the area, rustling the leaves on the trees and gliding through the quills of a pink hedgehog. She enjoyed the fresh air for a moment, before stepping up a wooden staircase and knocking on a door.

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Cyber Love | Swanchester AU: Emma and Henry have been living their new cursed lives in New York for six months. Henry grows worried about his mom’s love life. Without her knowing, he creates a dating profile for her. When she gets matched with Dean Winchester, Henry sets up a face-to-face date for the pair.

“Macaroni and cheese tonight, or pizza?” Emma asked, making sure the crosswalk was clear before they crossed the street. “I figured I could whip up a big pan of those big twisty noodles you like and bake it with some crumbs on top.”

She waited for a response, but none came.

“Or… we could pick up a pie from Royal Pizza and pig out in front of a movie.”

Silence. She could almost hear the imaginary crickets chirping.

“Or I can make some chimera for dinner. That’s one part lion, one part serpent, and one part goat,” she said facetiously, finally looking over her shoulder to face her son and see what had captivated his attention so fully.

Henry shook his head, his eyes still glued to the screen on his phone as he followed her. “I’m listening to you. Mac and cheese.”

Emma slowed down her pace, wrapping her arm around Henry as they continued down the sidewalk. She sighed. “Ya’know kid, we had an agreement when I got you that phone. That you wouldn’t spend all your free time on it and when someone’s speaking to you, you look up.”

“I know, mom,” he replied, finally looking up to meet her gaze. “But it’s a, uh… a project.”

“For school?” Henry hesitated; Emma knew what that meant. “What kind of project?”

He reluctantly handed his phone to his mother. “Before you get mad and yell at me, just hear me out. I’m worried about you, mom.”

“Worried about me?” Emma’s brow creased at her son’s words as they stopped in front of their apartment building’s gate. Finally, she looked down at the screen.

A picture of her.

A few months prior, the mother of one of Henry’s school friends was taking a photography class and asked the pair to volunteer as models. One of the pictures of just Emma was on her son’s phone screen. She scrolled down and began to read the description under the photo.

“Emma Swan. Age: 30 years old. Location: Manhattan, New York, United States. Seeking: Men – wait a minute. Is this a dating site?” Emma asked, shooting her head up toward her son. “Henry, why would you – do you know how dangerous it is to put private information out on the web? We went over this when you got your computer.”

“I know, mom! But you need a boyfriend. You haven’t dated anyone in years.

Emma sighed, shaking her head as she unlocked the gate and continued toward the building. “First of all, I don’t need a boyfriend. Second, it is neither your job nor your responsibility to worry about my love life. It is not another one of your clever operations that you –“ Henry cringed slightly; Emma groaned. “Oh, you’ve already given it a name, haven’t you?”

“Operation Swan Match,” he said proudly, following his mother as they walked up the stairs. “Come on, mom. You don’t even go out on dates any more. I thought something was going to happen with that Walsh guy when we first moved here, but you pushed him away. You didn’t even give him a chance.”

Emma swallowed. Truth was, she had given him a chance. They’d gone out to lunch, but that’d been as far as it went. Something just didn’t feel right, and Emma had learned a long time ago to trust her gut. She cleared her throat. “I have certain standards, kid. And there’s no shame in that.”

Henry shook his head. “Just give this a shot. Look,” he took the phone from her and scrolled through the site, “I already found this guy who scored a 95% on the personality match. He’s from Kansas, but he travels a lot.”

He handed the phone back to Emma and she gave it a look. “Impala67? What a cheesy username,” she said with a scoff, unlocking their apartment door.

Henry chuckled. “Yours is YellowBug83.”

“Oh,” Emma said, embarrassed. She continued to scroll down his profile. “Dean Winchester. Thirty-five years old.”

“What do you think of his picture?”

Emma scrolled back up and looked at it closer. She shrugged. “He’s handsome, I’ll give him that. A little too blue steel for my taste, but still.”

“What’s blue steel?”

Emma chuckled. “It’s from a movie you’re too young to see yet.”

Henry grinned. “So you like him? Good! Because I already contacted him and he’ll be in town tomorrow with his brother to work on a job.”

“Henry! That’s incredibly dangerous and not to mention a mild form of identity theft. What if this guy is married or stores bodies in his freezer? I’m just not comfortable with the whole online thing.”

“That’s why you’re meeting him this weekend,” Henry said with a satisfied smile. “It’s dinner at that Ostria restaurant tomorrow. I’ve already made plans to spend the night at Tim’s, but I require updates to make sure that you’re safe.”

Emma exhaled deeply as she looked down at the phone screen, and then up at her son. “Fine. But if he turns out to be crazy, you’re grounded. Now, can we get started on dinner already? I’m starving.”


“So, this woman thinks her cat is possessed by a demon,” Sam started, reading through the paper in his hands as he took a sip of his coffee, “because she’s avoiding her, giving her mean glares, and making demonic hissing noises in the middle of the night. That’s the case? That’s why we’re in Manhattan?” he asked his brother, sitting in the seat across from him.

“Mm-hmm,” Dean replied, holding his burger in one hand and his phone in the other.

Sam shook his head, taking another bite of his salad. “Sounds like a regular cat to me. Besides, since when did we start exorcising pets?”

Dean didn’t reply. His phone beeped; the third time in five minutes.

“Dude, you are blowing up. Who is that?”

Dean shrugged. “Just, uh, ya’know, those alert thingys.”

“For what?” Sam asked, creasing his brow.

Throwing his phone on the table, Dean sighed. “Uh, ya’know. Monster stuff.” Sam nodded unconvinced, then reached across the table and snatched his phone. “Woah, hey, come on! No, give it back!”

“Wa-what?” Sam asked, acting innocent. “Why?”

“Because privacy… and stuff.”

“Oh, privacy,” Sam said with a chuckle. He looked down at the screen, his mouth falling. It was the last thing he ever imagined. “You’re on a dating site?”

Dean stayed quiet for a moment, his lips narrowed in a line. Finally, he rose his hands in surrender. “You know what, yeah. Don’t knock it till you try it.”

Sam scrolled through his profile, then laughed. “Nice screen name Dean. Impala67,” he said in a deep voice, mimicking his brother.

“Alright, give it back. Come on.”

Sam continued to look through the site. He clicked on the conversation he was in, “Emma, huh? There are quite a few messages here. They sound pretty serious.”

A defeated sigh left Dean’s lungs as he finally dropped trying to hide it from Sam. He smiled, “Yeah, check out her page.”

Sam opened up her profile. “Wow. She’s actually really pretty. And, well… normal.”

“What does that mean?” Dean asked, his brow furrowing.

“I guess I was just expecting, um… less clothes.”

Dean chuckled, which surprised Sam. Dean didn’t always take dating seriously; his outings with women usually ended when he either ran out of ones or drove off after a night in the sack. The older brother took another sip of his beer before he continued, “Well, that’s how it started. But then I got paired with yellowbug83 and we scored a 95% on the personality match.”

Sam scoffed. “Yeah but that doesn’t exactly count if you use fake information –“ Dean’s brow creased. “Wait, you actually used real answers for this thing? And not just answers that would pair you with as many loose and freaky women as possible?”

“No – but that’s not a bad idea. I should have thought about that.”

Sam shook his head, going back to the phone in his hand to scroll through the woman’s profile. “She actually seems really awesome. Maybe… too awesome?”

“Is that bad?”

“No, it’s not bad. It’s too good to be true for a woman like this to be available.”

Dean scoffed. “I’m sorry, is it so hard to believe that an attractive, red-blooded American female could be interested in someone like me?”

“You realize there’s no guarantee that Emma,” he used air quotes, “is even Emma. I mean, for all we know it could be some Canadian trucker or 70 year old witch disguised as a model look alike. She probably doesn’t even live –“ he looked back down at her profile, rereading where she was located. “Wait a minute, she lives in Manhattan. Emma is the demon cat, isn’t she? We detoured four hours so you could get laid?”

Dean cleared his throat, fidgeting in his seat a little. “I don’t know, uh - hopefully. I mean, we’re gonna go out to dinner tomorrow night at some fancy restaurant. Which reminds me, I need to get the fed suit out of the back and hang it up.”

“Woah, fancy restaurant? Suit? This sounds like a real date.”

“Yeah,” Dean replied, wondering where the confusion was. “You know, I do know how to go on a date, Sammy.” His brother only stared at him, a look of both shock and confusion rest on his face. Dean sighed. “Look, just give me the weekend. I want to at least meet her, okay? The world isn’t gonna end because the Winchesters took a night off.”


MISAWADAY 03 (02/20) - Smile or Diamond
► Flowershop AU: part 1 part 2 part 3

Sawamura has just finished his lunch and was eating a pudding that his mom packed for him that day, while making a list of the flowers that needs re-ordering, when the shop’s door opens, a customer walked towards the counter where Sawamura is still engrossed with his list.

“Excuse me, hey!” The customer called.  

Sawamura jolted, answering a muffled “Yes” as the he turned around, the spoon still on his mouth, he was a bit surprised, blinking at the customer infront of him. Blond with blue eyes, almost the same height as him. The customer stood proud, confident.

He took the spoon out of his mouth. “Sorry.” He put down the pen and clipboard and greeted, “How can I help you?”

The blond customer was staring at him. Observing, then he asked, “Is this where Kazuya bought the Red and Variegated Tulips?”

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Percabeth: "I'm your best friend and you had an accident and woke up with amnesia and you only remember me and your mom but you think that I'm your girlfriend and for your mental health I have to pretend that I am" AU pleeeeease?...

  • Later Percy would remember that he fell while turning around to go back home because he head forgotten his helmet
  • Just his luck
  • he wakes up in the hospital with no recollection of what had happened 
  • it seemed he had lost most of his memories, except for two people 
  • his mom and his girlfriend 
  • well, he assumed she was his girlfriend because when he woke up to her holding his hand he immediately got butterflies and as soon as those grey eyes met his he was short of breath 
  • his mom immediately started showering him with kisses and crying about how she was glad he was okay and Annabeth wasn’t saying much but she looked relieved and somehow Percy knew she wasn’t really the “share your feelings” type 
  • even before the doctors started asking him questions he knew something was off 
  •  they said it was retrograde amnesia 
  • the first question he asked was how long him and Annabeth have been together 
  • before anyone could provide an answer though a nurse burst in with blue jell-o that she said she had to bribe the kitchen for 
  • they sent Percy home the next day 
  • as soon as he got home he asked if Annabeth could come over 
  • Sally seemed a little worried but she said she would call her to see if she was free 
  • in the mean time Percy retreated to his room to try and get re acquainted with is life 
  • the first thing he noticed was the picture frame sitting on his desk—  him and Annabeth sitting in a strawberry field laughing together— he ran his hand over the cool glass 
  • “That was last summer. We spent the day at a strawberry farm. It’s one of my favorite days.” 
  • Annabeth had spent the whole night after Percy woke up debating about whether or not to tell him the truth but he just seemed so sure of them 
  • she had had a crush on him since they were 12 but neither of them had ever suggested wanting anything more 
  • she had resolved to tell him the truth but seeing him staring at their picture she crumbled because maybe this was their chance 
  • “I wish I remembered it… I also wish I remembered what is was like to kiss you” he knows it’s a bold move but he’s a fan of acting before your better judgement has the chance to interfere 
  • the kiss more than makes up for the lack of memories 
  • 3 months 
  • that’s how long Percy’s memories stayed buried 
  • 3 months of hand holding and kisses and movie dates and walks through the park and dinners with Sally and her boyfriend Paul and cuddling while watching movies and happiness
  • the rest of their friend group didn’t have a problem going along with Percy’s assumption, considering they said it was the same as when they were just friends but with kissing 
  • the memories come back one day while Percy watches Annabeth work on homework 
  • he doesn’t say anything at first, trying to reconcile the past three months with the last 17 years 
  • for a minute he’s angry 
  • angry that she would lie to him and keep the truth from him but then he continues to stare at this incredible girl who was been his best friend since they were 10; who threw eggs at his mom’s shitty ex boyfriends car with him when they were 13; who drew the Empire State Building on his cast when they were 15; and who at 17 pretended to be his girlfriend while he had amnesia because one way or another she really loves him 
  • “I love you, Annabeth” 
  • she looked up, completely taken aback, those grey eyes searching his face for an explanation 
  • but then a smile tugged at her lips and she said back in something barely louder than a whisper, “I love you too, Percy” 
  • 6 months 
  • that’s how long his memories have been back 
  • 6 months of follow up doctor appointments and Sally hiding his skateboard from him at least once a week and memory jokes from his friends 
  • 6 months (on top of the previous 7 years) of loving Annabeth
  • their relationship is a little weird after Percy’s memories come back but they work through it 
  • Percy admits to being in love with Annabeth long before his head hit the concrete that day and Annabeth explains that his certainty about them being a couple gave her the certainty she needed to make that jump with him 
  • they laugh and fight and make up all the same but the making up comes with kisses and hugs now instead of the awkward shoulder punch (though there are still plenty of those) 
  • someday the amnesia will become the beginning of their love story when their 3 kids ask “how did you two get together?” 
  • “Well, it really started when the ground decided it wanted to fight your dad” 
Reckless Proposition, Part 7

Note: Some of you may have read the previous chapters of this series over at @tayvinfanfiction. This is still the same series from the same author (me, Angela), I’ve decided to unearthed my very old Tumblr account to post the series from now. This way it’s easier for you to give comments or feedback, or if you want to ask me anything.

Thank you once again to the ladies at @tayvinfanfiction who have been posting the previous chapters and readers’ comments. I really appreciate it, and I really love your blog!

Please enjoy this new part! Oh… there’s a mature content in this part, because we all need some Tayvin smut (。♥‿♥。).


“You can’t show up unannounced like that, Adam!” Taylor yelled at him. It had been a screaming match ever since he came over to her apartment.

She just came back from David Letterman show and it was a good interview. She had been receiving praises for her latest single, and most importantly the fans loved it. The hashtag #SuccessfullyBuried was even trending on Twitter for the last 24 hours. The last thing she wanted was a fight with Adam, but she knew she had to address the matter immediately.

“You used to love it when I surprised you!” he retorted.

“Used to being the key word here, Adam! There’s no us anymore! And you don’t get to come whenever you please,” she rattled.

“Yeah, I get it. Only when you please!” he bit back angrily, his voice was thick.

Taylor let out a big sigh, “I laid out the rules, Adam. If we were going to have this casual thing, there shouldn’t be any feelings involved. You don’t get to be jealous, you don’t get to give me surprises, you don’t get to pick fights with me. If you can’t keep your feelings at bay, then maybe we shouldn’t do it. Maybe it was reckless for me to propose it in the first place, because clearly you can’t differentiate the two. I don’t want to fight or deal with another drama, I just want to have sex, and feel good about it. If you can’t handle it, then just go,” she said softly.

Adam rubbed his face furiously, “gah! You’re infuriating, Taylor!”

“Right back at’cha!”

“Do you think we can take all the emotions out of the equation after your godforsaken song? Tell me you still don’t feel the way you feel in that song!” he challenged her, trying to meet her gaze.

She didn’t dare to look at his eyes, instead she walked to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of red wine. Not bothering to get a glass, she popped the bottle open and chugged it down immediately. “Casual sex is what I can offer you right now, are you in or not?” she finally said.

Adam grabbed the wine from her hand, and followed her suit, he drank it straight from the bottle, surprising her. He slammed the wine bottle on the counter, earning a cringe from Taylor, and without saying anything he walked to Taylor and claimed her lips roughly.

He pushed Taylor’s back to the counter and his hand was immediately trailing on her inner thigh, sending electric sparks throughout her body. Adam’s fingers reached the end of their journey. Just as he expected, Taylor was wearing a thong, making it easier for him to plunge two of his long fingers into her center without mercy, earning Taylor’s gasp.

His index fingers expertly fucked Taylor, while his thumb was flicking her clitoris furiously.

“Oh Adam!” Taylor panted, she was on fire. Between Adam’s rough kisses and his frictions she knew she would be gone soon.

“Yes, babe, come for me!” he encouraged her with his raw voice.

“Adam… I'm… coming!” And Taylor exploded, her vision was blinded by thousands of luminous stars. The high was crippling, turning her whole body into jelly. She slumped into Adam, unable to support herself.

Adam picked her up and carried her upstairs to her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and quickly stripped off his clothes, Taylor did the same with her own clothes. Adam retrieved a condom from his wallet, tore it open, and slipped his hardening member to the latex.

Staring deep into Taylor’s blue orbs, Adam plunged himself into Taylor’s depth. He let Taylor’s walls adjusted to his intrusion before moving in rhythm.

In and out. In and out. Harder and deeper by each stroke. Their tongue dance mimicked the movement of their lower bodies, perfectly in sync. Their bodies hummed as tide of pleasure was gaining its momentum.

Taylor clawed Adam’s back while he nuzzled her breast. She locked her long legs around Adam’s waist to bury him even deeper. Moans and grunts filled the air, followed by each other names.

The high tide came crashing down, washing the two lovers to paradise. Taylor came undone for the second time that night bringing Adam with her. Adam laid helplessly on top of Taylor, trying to come down from his high and catch his breath. Taylor nuzzled to his neck and inhaled the familiar scent.

They were both intoxicated by each other, not just because of the sex, but also because of the familiarity. They both knew it was reckless, they were playing in dangerous territory, but they just couldn’t help it, it was just simply too amazing. They were amazing together.

An Angel’s ‘Birthday’

“I didn’t even think angels had birthdays.” Dean grumbled under his breath as he sulked by another store in the shopping mall in a town they were researching for a hunt. “I mean… they were created before time, right?”

“Dean.” Sam sent his brother a bitch face but didn’t slow his stroll. “Cas wants to be more human. And that includes having a birthday. He picked August 20th for whatever reason so we are just gonna go with it. Stop whining like a bitch.”

“That’s my line.” The older brother stuffed his hands into his jacket pockets and glared at the ground. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to celebrate his boyfriend’s ‘birthday’… it’s just that he didn’t know what in the world to get him. Dean had never been a great gift-giver and he didn’t want to ruin what he has with his angel.

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n-vu  asked:

9 and/or 56 please !!

“You better have a good reason for waking me up at the ass-crack of dawn”
this is fluffy whoops, but enjoy some Andreil early in the morning :))

There are some things that Neil saw a lot but never got the chance to enjoy because he was on the run. His mother would wake him up at the most beautiful times of day (or night) and force him up and on the run again. He never really got a chance to enjoy the finer things in life.

Now that he’s settled down in South Carolina he wants to start taking advantage of all the beautiful things life has to offer. So after a particularly mild nightmare that doesn’t wake Andrew, Neil looks at the clock and finds that it’s almost six. Neil debates going for a run because it’s his usual morning routine, but if he did, he might miss what he wants to see.

South Carolina has these license plates with a gorgeous sunrise on them, and Neil has always been curious to see if the sky actually looks like that. He’s heard that they do, but he wants to see for himself.

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what the hell is going on in that trailer: a novel

Just got back from my exam and I have to write all this down because what. is. going. on. in. that. damn. trailer.

^ my emotional state right now

Lots of Nico->Tenga->Chidori->Katsuhira, Katsuriko and some Yuta and Honoka too! (mostly Honoka because the timing of this mess is just unfair.)

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anonymous asked:

Hey! If you're up for prompts, from the vacation au's one can you write the one where it's like "I'm running to my house and my top fell open in the middle of the beach".

Sorry this took awhile, dear anon. Hope you see it and enjoy it! :))

Permanent Blush; ~ 1300 words; also on

As far as vacations go this one is turning out to be pretty damn shitty.

She had to pay like a gazillion additional fees when she checked in two days ago. The hotel’s food is crap (and Emma isn’t pretentious – when she says the food is crap, she means CRAP). And, of course, because she wanted to get away from the noise and the traffic and the people, she chose one of the most secluded little hotels and there’s nothing around except for more hotels, the closest restaurant an hour walk away. Oh, yeah, she also managed to fall asleep on the beach on her very first day in the sun and is now sporting her best imitation of a lobster. A very unhappy, frustrated, hungry lobster.

This is how Emma finds herself running towards the shade her hotel promises at 11:23am, unable to stand another minute out in the blazing sun with her already scorched skin. She is focusing hard on where she steps, trying to avoid the dozens upon dozens of people lying on the beach (avoiding people has been a bust so far). She can feel the knot around her neck slipping loose but before she can reach up to re-tie it, something warm and solid decides to block her path.

Three things happen at the same time: 1. her body connects with another; 2. Emma lets out a hiss of pain as her tender skin connects with one much rougher; 3. the ties of her bathing suit slip completely and her top falls, hanging uselessly around her waist thanks to the knot at her back.

“Oh God!”

“Bloody hell!”

Next thing she knows the stranger she collided with, the stranger she has barely gotten a look at, has both this palms hanging millimeters from her exposed breasts.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Emma shrieks and is about to pull back and punch the bastard when he snatches his hands back.

“I was trying to-“

His eyes are wide with horror and whoa, blue. Like really blue.

Also he is now holding his beach towel in front of her and glaring at a bunch of over-grown frat boys emitting a series of piercing whistles to her left.

Emma shakes off her initial shock and hurries to re-tie her top while throwing death glares at the merry band of douchebags. She’d wager both her and Mr. Flashing Blue Eyes look threatening enough because the assholes lose no time in making themselves scarce once there’s nothing for them to look at.

For his part, Blue Eyes only looks at her properly once she is decent  and it may speak for the luck she has had with men but Emma has a moment where all she can think is ‘Is this guy for real?!’

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Once upon a time the always amazing krem-de-le-creme sent me a skype prompt that went as follows. 

Anders realizing Hawke had a bad day and tries to cook him dinner, fails horribly. Also, he and justice should fight about adjusting ingredients.

This is the result. I really don’t feel like I have their voices quite down yet? But I swore I’d try new pairings…


It’s late, definitely more night than evening, when Hawke finally throws open the doors of the mansion, weight balanced on the blade of his staff. Anders looks over at the sudden interruption in alarm but when he sees no blood, only fatigue, he turns back to his stack of parchment. Justice urges him back to writing - He is uninjured, do not be distracted. We must continue our work - flaring lightly beneath Anders’ skin, tracing tendrils of blue like vines up his hands from the tips of his fingers.

“Thought you’d be at the clinic, love. I went there first but it was locked.” Garrett’s voice as he calls across the hallway is hoarse, like it always is when he’s been yelling and Anders feels a momentary pang of regret that he had declined to go with him. Hawke sounds tired, exhausted really; each heavy footstep drags across the floor, as though lifting each boot is simply too much effort. Justice pushes it back down and he keeps writing.

“Closed up a few hours ago,” Anders says. “It wasn’t too busy today, we must have finally got the latest plague sweeping through Darktown under control.”

“Aren’t you going to ask me how the Wounded Coast was?” Hawke whispers into his ear and Anders jumps, actually jumps out of his chair. When did Hawke get so close? He must be slipping, not to hear footsteps so close behind him.

“How was it, my heart?” Anders asks absentmindedly as he puts quill to paper again and scrawls another line.

Hawke laughs as he stumbles forward, bracing himself on the back of Anders’ chair.

“Oh, you know how it is. Pouring. Raiders. Slavers. Spiders everywhere. But all in all, not too bad for a Tuesday.”

At this Anders lays his quill down despite Justice’s faintly flaring protest, looks up at Garrett and chuckles, laying a hand lightly across his cheek.

“I should have come with you, love,” he says, stroking calloused fingertips against the man’s overgrown stubble.

Hawke melts into the touch, closing his eyes only to snap them open again with a sheepish expression as his stomach rumbles so loudly that Dog twitches awake from his place in front of the fire and growls.

“I’m hungry…” he whines, casting a hopeful look at Anders who rolls his eyes lightly.

“What about Orana?”

“It’s her night off…” He trails off and it’s silent for a few moments before Garrett sighs heavily and continues. “I guess I’ll just go down to the Hanged Man… Alone… Find something that might only give me a mild case of food poisoning…”

Anders stops writing, he never can resist Hawke’s whining. Justice stirs as he drops the quill but Yes, this IS important, this IS Justice. How can we leave our lover to suffer? and the spirit within him quiets, settles to nothing more than a light, flickering imprint under his skin.

“I’ll make you something, my love,” Anders whispers, pressing a kiss against Hawke’s chin before he walks off towards the kitchens.


Hawke hears a loud clanging which jerks him from sleep, the imprint of the edge of the table carved across his cheek.

Off in the kitchen Anders’ voice raises until it’s nearly shrill and Hawke thinks that’s probably not a good sign. Whatever Anders is making does smell wonderful though he realizes as a loud growl from his stomach brings him back to reality.

“Justice, NO. You don’t even eat, stop adding things!” There’s another loud crash, as though a pan has been slammed onto the hearth.

“That is far too much salt, Justice. Maker, the last body you inhabited was a corpse. Corpses wouldn’t know what actual food tastes like.”

There’s a distant rumbling, much like a lightning spell, that he can’t translate into words just yet; not until he takes a deep breath and catches the faint metallic twinge of lyrium twisting in the air. Justice. It’s always Justice now and Hawke summons a thread of mana, listening intently to catch whatever the spirit adds.

“Humans require salt in order to live, as well as enjoy it. We must add more.”

That really doesn’t sound good. Nor does the answering, aggrieved sigh.

“Anders?” He tries to no answer. “Love? Are you two alright in there?”

“We’re fine!” Anders says as Hawke heard a dull thud, rather like a tin of spices - quite possibly the aforementioned salt - hitting the floor. “Don’t come in!”

Hawke groans. That is definitely a bad sign. He rises with a sigh, bracing against the edge of the table and walks over towards the kitchen.

“Anders?” He calls and just as he walks across the threshold there’s awhoosh and a high spark of flames from the hearth. “Shit!”

“I…” Anders stutters, staring at the fire rising higher with each passing second, wide-eyed. “Hawke…”

He pushes past Anders, priming winter’s grasp between his hands before releasing it onto the flames which sputter and flare before dying out.

“You alright, my love?” Garrett asks, stifling a cough as the smoke rises higher.

Anders smiles ruefully, raising a hand to rake through the strands of hair that have escaped his mussed ponytail. “I… we ruined your dinner, love.”

Hawke grins, taking the last few steps towards the blonde before pulling him into a soft, needy kiss.

“S’alright,” he mumbles around Anders’ lips. “Think I’d rather move on to dessert anyway.”