and most knew about me

Someone please talk to me about the fact that King Butterfly knows what it means for a princess to be evaluated, and that fact that Baby annoys him because she eats all of his food, and why does that sound familiar, oh yeah, because that’s exactly how Baby treated Marco.

It’s all too easy to imagine a young Moon Butterfly, nearly fifteen years old and dreading her first evaluation. She pours over her spellbook, determined to memorize everything, and frowns when Glossaryck says, “You’re not ready for that one” because Glossaryck is always so honest, even when his words cut deep.

“Has a princess ever failed her evaluation?” she asks. Her voice is steady, practiced, and proper, undaunted by disappointment or hardship.

“Yes,” Glossaryck replies. “And even if they hadn’t, who’s to say that you couldn’t be the first?”

She doesn’t blink at that, doesn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing her flinch. She will, later, many years down the line, when Chauncey falls in battle and the whole world is crumbling apart, she’ll show Glossaryck just how deeply things affect her and just how hard she can cry, but for now there’s only one person she shares those things with, and he’s well outside the palace walls.

River is quite something to see in his youth, fearsome and fearless and strong. Most would say he has hair like sunlight but it’s always reminded Moon of the stars, shining yellow and bright alongside her namesake. He’s so different from her own family, so wild and loud; he says exactly what he’s thinking and doesn’t hide it behind guile and double-meanings, false smiles and polite words. He introduces the revolutionary concept that it is alright to express one’s emotions, to shout when one is angry, or declare one’s love in the middle of a tourney, because the princess has bested many monsters and he hopes to one day be as capable as she.

Moon doesn’t admit, at first, how nervous she is or how frightened, but River can tell. River’s learned to read the way she holds her hands, or the way her mouth thins out to silently reflect what she’s feeling, and he pulls her away from the rowdy, rude Johansen clan and wraps his arms around her.

In time, they return to the palace. River likes it here about as much as Moon likes the Johansen’s; he can see it from her point of view, appreciate it in a way, because it’s a symbol of Mewman tradition, steeped in ceremony and significance. These things are as vital and natural to Moon as breathing, but to River it will never quite feel like home.

They lock themselves in the kitchen and delight in roast boar and little pastries that River cannot name but also cannot stop eating. It’s here that Baby finds them, and here that Moon’s evaluation begins; Baby asks her to pass an apple from the counter and Moon hesitates, her hands folded, her mouth thin.

Suddenly, River picks up the apple and tosses it. It flies over Baby’s shoulder and splatters against the wall, and River laughs from deep inside his gut and cries, “Do I pass? Am I a princess?”

The corners of Moon’s mouth curve ever slightly upwards, and all at once her fear is gone, because no matter how poorly she does, it won’t be as bad as that.


palmetto state foxes →  the upperclassmen


I saw in you
a most eviscerating
truth about me –
I thought I knew it all,
I had seen it all,
But you stopped me
in my tracks –
like a sunset
fanning its glory
as if a peacock
with its feathery grandeur.
How ignoble of me
to think I know anything at all
when nothing is so
steadfastly steeped
in wonderment and awe
than this tremendous
transcendental tenet
hidden in the cockles
of the cosmos,
connecting the delicate
fabric of our collective existence
to a greater one.
Never have I felt this comfortable
not knowing; never have I felt
this much at ease with the unknown;
It’s completely out of character,
and that is completely copacetic.

Winter 2017 Wrapup

Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid

Originally posted by xramensoup

I didn’t have many expectations for this show going into it and I ended up pleasantly surprised with it. Kyoani waved their magic wand and made the show absolutely adorable and mostly fluffy, but also included some unexpectedly gorgeous fight scenes between the dragons. The show had some moments of absolute hilarity as well as genuine heart felt moments between Kobayashi and Tohru, but at the same time it had bits that made me go this is everything that’s wrong with anime. Overall I did enjoy it quite a bit, but I don’t think it’s the strongest work Kyoani has done in awhile. 


Youjo Senki (Saga of Tanya the Evil)

Originally posted by goku-z

Initially this was not a show on my radar but I kept hearing and seeing things here and there about and decided to give it a go once I was done with the season. I didn’t have any expectations because the studio doing it, NUT, is new and the director is also fairly new, so not much to judge off of. But it was a lot of fun! It takes place in alternate universe WWI with magic, and our main character Tanya the Evil is in fact not a very good person. The show sets up and executes how a world war happens, and also has some very real criticisms of human nature and war. My main complaints are s2 please, recycled CG elements (almost entirely background stuff. I’ll give the new studio some slack but it did take away some of the immersion a few times), and occasionally going a little bit too far towards edgy rather than dark. All said and done I thought it was executed well and an enjoyable watch. It’s fun to watch a show where the MC is definitely not a great person, and the side they fight for may be in the wrong, or at least isn’t definitively in the right. If you’re a fan of war shows, I’d give this one a try. 


KonoSuba S2

Originally posted by hiratzuka

Konosuba is back with more hilarity and hi-jinks from the gang of idiots. Darkness didn’t get a whole lot of focus in the first season, but she does in this one. Her masochistic tendencies are ramped up to the extreme and the show basically makes her the joke at every point possible. Personally I felt like it focused a bit much on her and some of the jokes started to get repetitive, but despite that it never failed to entertain. If you liked the first season you’ll like the second season. The hot springs trip was definitely the highlight of the show, with Aqua’s church cult being an unexpectedly humorous event. Overall a great sequel to the first season, but I think I liked the first season just a bit more. 


Gabriel Dropout

Originally posted by hiratzuka

For me this was the moe SoL comedy staple of the season. If you’ve seen a few of them already you can basically guess most of the jokes and gags in this one, but it was still fun throughout. I’m always impressed with authors find new ways to somehow get people into a high school and make a SoL comedy out of it. Vigne and Satania stole the show, leaving Gabriel and Raphiel behind for the most part. Doga Koba also did that thing were they have moe SoL down to a science and made it amazingly cute and fluffy. Solid pick for a comedy, but ultimately not much new. 


Demi-chan (Interviews with Monster girls)

Originally posted by mimi-pearlbaton

The only thing I knew about this show was that it looked cute and Hikari was in fact adorable. I was genuinely impressed with some of the directing in this show. Moe SoLs aren’t typically heralded for their plot and thoughtful discussion of more serious themes, but Demi-chan is a bit of an exception. This sounds like the sort of show that I would enjoy a lot, but I ended up pretty bored with it. I’m not sure why, but I think it’s because of the character dynamics. It was basically Hikari and then two much more subdued characters and the dynamics never really felt quite right. While it was a much more laid back show, it lacked energy when it needed it. I’ll finish it sometime, but I was a little underwhelmed by it. 


Little Witch Academia

Originally posted by gurikajis

The TV show ended up very different than the OVAs from what I watched. This is not a bad thing, but it meant that my initial expectations of the show were way off. For now I’ve got it on hold until the whole is released on Netflix and I can watch it a lot quicker than once a week. 


Kemono Friends

Originally posted by srchani

I only watched the first episode to see what all the hullabaloo was about. I intend to finish it at some point, but for now it’s on hold. Honestly it’s a miracle this show even managed to exist. I want to watch just for the sake of the creators. 


Anime of the season goes too…. Youjo Senki! The show I really knew nothing about ended up impressing me the most. I’m looking forward to more shows from NUT (hopefully S2). Had I watched 3-gatsu or Shouwa Genroku s2 either of those probably would have been AotS, but I didn’t. They are on my list of things to watch though. 

valentine's day


word count: 1,655

A/N: I know it’s already past Valentine’s Day but better late than never right??

**warning: SMUT**

I sat on the couch, watching some cheesy, romantic movie that I had no idea what the title was. My mind kept wandering elsewhere too often to actually know what was going on in the movie. I was too upset about Shawn not being home for Valentine’s Day to think about anything else. I decided to celebrate it by myself with a movie and all the candy I bought at the store yesterday.

Shawn had to go to L.A. for the week and had tried his best to make it home, but told me he just couldn’t. He promised to make it up to me when he got home and I knew that, as always, he would keep his promise. I glanced over at the clock to see that it was nearing eleven o'clock. The movie was boring and if I stayed up eating these chocolates, I’d gain twenty pounds before the night was over. I walked to the bathroom, brushed my teeth and washed my face. I then changed into another one of Shawn’s t-shirts, one that was more comfortable and had a stronger, more pungent scent of him lingering on it.

As I was pacing back to the living room to turn the tv off, I heard a noise outside. I knew Shawn wasn’t due home until Friday so I knew it couldn’t be him. I peeked out the living room window to see nothing. Not a vehicle, not a person, nothing. Soon, keys rattled in the doorknob and I wondered if it could actually be Shawn. I stood in living room, waiting for the door to open. The door hinges squeaked slightly, like they always do, and the door flew open.

In the doorway stood my boyfriend, but it front of him, a vase full of white and pink daisies. A smile spread across my face, not only at the fact that Shawn was actually home, but also because he knew me so well. He knew how much I absolutely loved daisies. I ran to hug him, letting his arms engulf me after he had set the vase of flowers on the floor. His scent overpowered everything else and I inhaled his smell. Oh, how I had missed him. I buried my head in the crook of his neck and wrapped my arms around his torso.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, beautiful.” He whispered into my ear, right after tucking loosely falling strands of hair behind it. He shut the door behind him when he realized it was still wide open, forgetting the cold February air was drifting into the house. He sat multiple bags onto the ground, a couple being his own and the rest looking like gift bags.

“Oh my gosh, Shawn, I missed you.” I told him. I cupped his face into my hands and kissed his sweet, plump lips. They were soft, smooth and his breath tasted of wintergreen mint, something I’ve always loved about him. I continued kissing his perfect lips, having to stand on my tip toes to do so. I pulled away to admire the flowers he’d brought and placed them on the kitchen counter. I walked back to the living room, where Shawn had compulsively placed every gift bag in a specific spot.

“I feel so bad because I was going to cook for you for Valentine’s but it’s too late for that now. I’m sorry babe.” my voice trailed off. He assured me it was okay and rubbed my back lovingly after doing so. “How about a Valentine’s breakfast tomorrow morning?”

“That sounds amazing, honey.” Shawn assured me. He handed me a bag from Sephora, which contained a few lipsticks I had shown him a few weeks ago and a beautiful eyeshadow palette. Two gift bags later and I was to the last bag, which Shawn took out from behind his back. A Victoria’s Secret bag.

“If you don’t like it you don’t- you don’t have to wear it, baby,” He stuttered, “I just thought it might be something kinda fun for the both of us.”

I opened the bag, finding a dark red piece of lingerie inside. I took it out, examining it thoroughly. It was lace all over and had tiny bows on the straps. A blush creeped across my cheeks, shocked that Shawn would buy something like this for me but eager to see how he would react to me wearing something of the sort. I looked up at Shawn, who was biting his lip awaiting my response.

“Thank you, I love it. Thank you for all of it,” I said, “Do you want to, uh, see me in it? Tonight?”

“Only if you want me to. If you want me to, then damn right I do.” I laughed at how excited he seemed. His cheeks had became a splotchy red and his eyes had turned darker, slightly shy yet filled with lust all at the same time. He followed me to our bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed while I went into the bathroom and closed the door. I slipped off the shirt that belonged to Shawn and my panties and replaced them with the one piece lingerie. I suddenly felt confident in myself for one of the first times in my life. The color of the lace went perfect with my skin tone. What little support was in my bra cupped my breasts perfectly. I stared at myself in the mirror, messing up my hair slightly to add to the effect.

Figuring this was as good as it was going to get, I walked out of the bathroom. I opened the door, revealing an anxious Shawn. His face was still flushed and he bounced his leg up and down out of anticipation. His gaze met mine and I waited for him to break it, to examine over my body. Before even moving his eyes down my body, he bit at his lip. His eyes flickered down. The look in his eyes told me he was mentally taking off what little clothing I was wearing.

One thing I loved most about Shawn is that he always knew how to make me feel beautiful. Just something so simple as the way he looked at me. He stood up, placing his hands on my waist. He guided me to the bed slowly after letting me strip him down to his boxers, covering us with the sheet after laying me down. His lips kissed mine lustfully yet lovingly at the same time. I kissed back with equal passion. My lips fit perfectly against his much softer ones, feeling like time was standing still in the very moment.

“You’re so beautiful. The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.” He spoke softly against my lips. His forehead rested against mine and his eyes stayed shut as the words fell out of his mouth. His lips returned to mine and I was thankful. I needed him in every way possible right now. My lips no longer felt his. He had started to kiss at my collarbone. He kissed down, kissing my skin through the thin red lace.

“I need you,” I blurted out while Shawn was kissing my body, “so so bad and right now.” He didn’t tease like he normally would. He removed his underwear and tossed them to the floor. His left hand went to my hip, his right to my cheek and he caressed it with his thumb. His lips pecked mine softly while he lined himself up at my core. I was dripping wet for him and we had only kissed.

He slid into me with ease but kept the pace slow. I felt him filling me up completely, a feeling I still wasn’t fully accustomed to. My eyes fluttered open and closed over and over again. His thrusts were agonizingly slow but I could feel every ridge of his shaft. I could feel the way the head teased along my walls. Each large vein rubbed me pleasingly.

Shawn’s pace picked up slightly, still thrusting slowly, however. I moaned out his name loudly. I needed him to know how much he was pleasuring me. His hand gripped onto my hips harder whenever I moaned. He moved damp hair off of my cheek and rubbed it gently.

I closed my eyes from the massive amount of pleasure washing over me. Shawn’s thrusts were slow but hard and deep. He hit the right spots with almost every stroke. His press his forehead against mine. His hot breath fanned over my cheek and he peppered my face with soft kisses.

“I love you,” he moaned out, cutting off his own sentence momentarily to thrust into me all the way, “so so fucking much.” he mumbled whenever he bottomed out. Even with the slowest possible thrusts, I already neared orgasming.

“I love you too.” I barely made out, the pleasure was almost too much. Shawn could tell I was close, as my legs became weak and I was more of a moaning mess now. He picked up his pace only slightly, wanting to see me come undone underneath him. I looked up into his still dark brown eyes that stared back into mine. With only a few thrusts more, I was there.

My back arched and soft moans left my lips. Shawn struggled to keep his thrusts steady and smooth, so close himself but wanting to make me come first. Absolute, pure bliss came over me as I came. Shawn only helped push me over the edge by pressing his sweet lips into mine so lovingly.

Only moments later, Shawn came too and cuddled up next to me. He rested his chin on top of my head and kissed my forehead. I changed back into Shawn’s t-shirt, him seeming happier to see me in that than the lingerie. I cuddled into his chest, we said our goodnights and with that, we were both asleep.

The first NDP debate is over

Here is how I felt about the candidates:

1. Niki Ashton.
2. Charlie Angus & Guy Caron (tied)
3. Peter Julian

Niki Ashton stood out to me as the candidate who differed from all the other candidates as far as her vision for the party. Lots of acknowledgment of marginalized groups; women, LGBTQ, indigenous people. Only one to describe herself as a socialist and to push the party to the left.

Charlie Angus didn’t impress me as much as I thought, but he still had a lot of very powerful moments. Not that impressed by his more centrist view on energy/oil pipelines (Ashton & Julian opposed to all pipelines Angus & Caron take more of a middle ground position). Charlie Angus is a great speaker, though. Apparently his french isn’t perfect but way better than most of Conservatives.

Guy Caron really impressed me, considering I knew almost nothing about him before this debate. Had a lot of concrete ideas and advocates for a universal basic income. Only one to call out the fact the NDP as a party is too white. He also made a funny Justin Trudeau/Justin Bieber joke in his closing remarks.

Peter Julian was ok. I agree with him policy wise but I don’t find him that pragmatic, and he was fairly vague on his policy ideas.

anonymous asked:

I'm almost positive that Savitar is some version of Barry too, but I keep coming back to what Grant said in an interview - the fans have no clue - and either he straight up lied or they have a hell of an unexpected twist. Ill be disappointed if he said it to try and throw us off the trail.

I mean, they also said we’d have “no idea” who the man in the mask was in S2 and like ¾ of the fandom was like “so it’s the real Jay Garrick, right?” We just didn’t realize Jay was from E3 and would be Henry’s doppleganger.

With that in mind, I’m still putting my chips on Savitar being some version of Barry, but likely the delivery or “which” version of him is going to surprise us?

The Roof

Summary: Carl has trouble admitting his feelings for reader.

A/n: I just randomly had the inspiration to write this and I’m kinda proud of it so yea. Also all my fics so far have just been fluff so if you want me to write something deep or sad or something else, feel free to request it (:

Warnings: fluff

Word count: 1,546


We sat in silence on the roof of his house, listening to the sounds of the night and watching the stars. We did this all the time. We called it our special place: his roof. We could sit there hours and talk about anything and everything.

But tonight was different. He wasn’t acting the same. He wasn’t speaking much and he didn’t tell me about his day and ask what I thought about the stars tonight. He just didn’t. I knew something was off and I couldn’t just pretend like nothing was happening.

We’ve been friends since the beginning of everything, our bond stronger than ever. We talked almost every day every chance we could get, when we weren’t working and we were always at one of our houses. If it wasn’t his house it was mine and vice versa. We’ve grown up together and we tell each other almost everything so when he didn’t speak up and tell me what was going on I had to ask him.

“What’s wrong?,” I asked, looking over at him and placing a hand on his knee.

“It’s nothing,” he sighed. I gave him a look of confusion as he knew I knew something was wrong and I didn’t get why he wouldn’t just tell me.

“I’ve known you my entire life and I know when something’s not right, Carl,” I stated. “Just tell me,” I added after a moment of silence. He looked at me with a small smile forming at the corners of his lips.

“Don’t worry about it. It’s nothing. I promise, y/n,” he insisted, placing his hand on my thigh. I melted under his fingers but tried my best not to let it show.

I’ve had feelings for Carl for the past few months but I didn’t want to do anything about it in case it would ruin our friendship. I’d rather have him as a friend than not at all. I figured he didn’t like me back or he would have said something but then again, I haven’t told him either. Maybe he felt the same way; he didn’t want to ruin the great friendship we already had. Either way, I’d probably never know because I was too shy to speak my mind, especially about something that could either go amazing or terribly.

“I’m not gonna let this go,” I challenged, determined to get to the bottom of what was bothering him.

He laughed at my stubbornness and shrugged. “Alright. But I’m telling you it’s really not a big deal.”

“Whatever you say,” I goaded.

The next night we were back on the roof, this time he hadn’t said a word the entire time. We had been sitting there for over an hour before I almost couldn’t take it anymore. Him being upset is fine, everyone gets upset now and then but him just completely avoiding all conversation is not. The silence was deafening.

But still I sat next to him, keeping him company until, hopefully he would talk. But he never did. We just sat, the only noise audible was the wind whistling through the trees and the occasional owl hooting in the darkness.

I realized that whatever this was, it had to be something big. He’d never not talked to me about something before so for him to keep this to himself was starting to worry me. I desperately wanted to make him talk but I knew deep down he wouldn’t tell me if he didn’t want to, and it would be wrong to force something out of him if he wasn’t comfortable telling me. So I decided to give him one more day and tomorrow night I’d ask him if he didn’t tell me before then.

As much as I wanted to know, I mostly just wanted him to be okay. I didn’t like that this was beating him up to the point where he didn’t even want to talk about it and most of all, it was so bad that he kept it from me: his best friend.

The day was almost over and he still hadn’t told me yet. To be fair we had been working for most of the day but we did have about an hour break where we talked and hung out but he didn’t mention it. I thought for sure he’d tell me by now.

Every time I saw him after our break he wouldn’t look at me. I felt bad for leaving a sense of pressure to tell me on him. It was the opposite of what I was trying to do.

Before I knew it, night had fallen on Alexandria and it was time for our nightly visit to his roof. I walked to our normal spot where we met at the end of each day before we went up but he wasn’t there today; he didn’t wait like normal which was definitely out of character for him.

I decided he had already left, not caring to wait for me probably because he didn’t want to see me but me being my stubborn self, I went up anyway.

I headed toward the Grimes house and when the house stood before me I could see his legs hanging off the side of the shingled roof. I took a deep breath to brace myself for the conversation I knew we’d end up having, all because I’m too stubborn and caring to let this stay hidden.

I knocked on the Grimes door to be answered by Rick, who gladly invited me inside and informed me that Carl was on the roof which I had already known. I nodded and headed into Carl’s room. When I opened his door I could see him sitting outside through the window and almost turned back. But I pushed my self to pursue my quest as I knew I couldn’t watch him like this.

He turned his head towards me and gave me a small smile when I opened the window which was a good sign; at least he was looking at me. I returned the smile and climbed out the window to sit beside him, letting my legs hang off the front of the house.

After a few minutes of silence I finally spoke up. “Will you please just talk to me?,” I pleaded, turning my body to face him. He sighed before he answered.

“Y/n, I can’t tell you. And trust me, I’ve been dying to but I can’t risk it,” he said, frustrated.

“Risk what? Whatever it is you can talk to me, Carl. But either way, I can’t continue to watch this eat you from the inside. It’s tearing you up and I’m not going to watch anymore,” I demanded.

“Okay fine!,” he exclaimed. “But you have to promise me something,” he paused to look at me with a sincere expression plastered on his face, awaiting my approval.

“What do you want me to promise?,” I questioned, confused as to why I had to promise him something in the first place.

“Promise me…that we’ll still be in each other’s lives after I tell you this.”

I sat frozen, unable to process to what extent the situation at hand could be. I didn’t know what he had done that could make me want to exclude him from my life altogether but I knew it couldn’t be good.

It took me a few seconds to bring myself together to speak, and I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. “O…okay,” I finally promised.

“Okay. Y/n,…I-…I’m in love with you,” he stated. “And I-I don’t know if you feel the same way and I know this could ruin our friendship if you don’t but…I don’t care because I’m in love with you, y/f/n, and I don’t care if the whole world knows it,” he demanded. The whole time, I saw there with my lips parted in awe at his words. I couldn’t believe that he had feelings for me and that he cared so much about keeping me in his life that he debated over wether he should even tell me. In this moment, I knew I loved him with all my heart. I knew he was the one person who actually cared most about me and that I was the luckiest girl in the world to have him in my life.

Before I realized what was happening he had moved over to me and I was staring into his beautiful blue eyes. One of his hands hovered over my face and slowly moved a strand of my hair behind my ear, and I turned to liquid under his touch. He inched his face towards mine until finally our lips brushed lightly and he pulled away for a quick second. But I wanted more, I snaked my arm around his neck and pulled him back to me, our mouths fully connecting and moving with ease.

Our kiss was suddenly broken when an owls hoot from the tree right next to us shook me from the moment. I jumped and pulled away from Carl, laughing at the incident. He laughed with me, his body still close to mine with my arm around his neck. When our laughter subsided we continued to stare into each other’s eyes before he spoke: “I love you.”

Originally posted by authorgirl55

shit i was asked out and didn’t realize until a week later




I sat sobbing on my kitchen floor.
Literally, sobbing. My throat was tight and my cheeks were soaking wet. I tried to hide my red eyes with my hands, uncontrollable tears drowning me like they had been doing for the past ten minutes.

“WHAT HAPPENED?” I heard Mo burst through my front door. “I HEARD YOU CRYING WHAT HAPPENED?”

He ran into the kitchen, though I didn’t reveal my face to see him do it. I could just tell he had by the sound of his footsteps, and the groan he emitted once he realised the reason behind my tears.

“For fuck sake, Ren.” He tutted. “Are you crying over the slug?”

Keep reading

Do you ever think about the fact that all Annie Edison wanted was to know that she was loved? That she actually said, all the way back in S3, that she figured if she could teach a guy like Jeff to love her, then maybe she’d never be unloved? That she had anxiety about whether or not she was lovable, that she ran different scenarios over and over in her head, trying to come up with different ways to achieve her desired result? 

Do you ever think about the fact that Annie was in Jeff Winger’s heart as far back as S3? That Jeff loved Annie, so much that he was willing to give her up because he thought she was headed for great things, and yet he never told her so, clear and forthright and without pretense? 

Do you ever think about the fact that Dan Harmon stated that Jeff loves Annie, that he wanted to be clear about that, and yet he never let Jeff tell Annie that he loved her

anonymous asked:

If you feel like it would you draw an ageswap for the hamada brother's? Where Tadashi is like 10 and Hiro is 21 and Tadashi is super affectionate and attached to his big brother?

I did doodle this the other day so maybe it counts? (also dangit man I am here for ageswap AU I AM HERE FOR IT IN FULL FORCE)


Rodrigo Bentancur joins Juventus!

“I’m happy that a team like Juventus were interested in bringing me here. It’s a great honour and I’m happy for this opportunity. 

I watch Serie A often, it’s different to Argentine football, it’s a very physical competition, but it’s a new opportunity, I’m young and I’ll try to make the most of it.

Did Tevez talk to me about Juve? Once I knew I could go to Turin, I talked to Carlitos. He told me great things [about the club].”

anonymous asked:

Heyyyyyy. What about companions being asked who their first crush was and why? Love your blog!

Heyo! Thank you Anon! Hope you like it!

Companions are asked who their first crush was and why? (For a truth)

Cait: She never really had a crush to be honest… just attraction… well until recently. She’s had experience, but not with love!

Codsworth: “Oh! Well, Chores has been my first and only love till this very day!”

Curie: “Oh! You mean first Love?!… I-I don’t think I ever had one…” She looks at Sole and blushes. They were her first love!

Danse: “The Brotherhood is more important than childish romance.” They teased him; most of the companions knew about his crush for Sole!

Deacon: “Oh me? I’m asexual, didn’t you know?” (lie)

Dogmeat: Dogmeat was born after the bombs fell; So not many dog breeds were around. His first ‘Crush’ would probably be a junkyard dog.

Hancock: “To be honest; It’s been so long I don’t even remember

Macready: “None of your goddamn busyness! How’s that for an answer?” He got really annoyed with a question; you could tell he was a little sad as well!

Nick: “My memory is not that good; you all should know that.”

Piper: “Well; There was this guy in my old settlement……He supported the press, when others didn’t; I thought that was enough to create the perfect man…boooy was I wrong!”

Preston: “I was a huge fan of the Minutemen when I was a kid. And well, there was this one really determined woman; man, was she something else!”

Strong: “Strong crush Brahmin first! Strong proud of first kill!”

X6-88: He really didn’t care about romance, he was programed to be a killing machine; even though Sole had the ‘power’ to change that.

Maxson: “Sarah Lyons… I know it was foolish of me; But that woman was a dynamite…”

Gage: “You are asking for ancient stuff there. I was like 13 when I screwed my first chick… I don’t know about the love thing though.”

Ada: “I’m afraid I didn’t get to have these kind of feelings for someone yet.”

Living Truthfully

Characters: Introducing Michael with Castiel, Balthazar, Gabriel, Lucifer, and hunter!Reader (with mentions of Sam and Dean)

Word Count: 9,218

Warnings: none! Just some angel/archangel shenanigans

Request: can you pls write a michael x hunter!reader where the angels tease him about his crush but ultimately decide to help their brother?

Author’s note: Thank you so much for this request! I was very excited to get my first Michael fic request, and I had a lot of fun writing this with all the angels being meddling dorks. I really hope I did his character justice (considering he has the least screentime ever.) Also a general note, I used the young John version of Michael for this fic. Hope you like it!

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anonymous asked:

Hey Presley, I was wondering just how popular Hamilton was back in his day, since he never was president? Was he a household name? Because for example I don't really think your average american knows who steven mnuchin is, so yea, it made me wonder about Hamilton

Most knew who he was, it was a much smaller population back in the day.