and they were definitely looking at me

Fanfiction - Fairplay (College AU)


“And the teams are out on the field, looking decided - and pretty scary if you ask me! Jamie “King of Men” Fraser leading Oxford and Tom Christie commanding the Edinburgh fellows!” The speaker roared, as the stands applauded and cheered, a jungle of whistles and shouts of incentive. “You can tell the rivalry is strong in this one - the winning team today will definitely be the front runner heading to the Championships next month!”

“Jamie looks focused.” Ian commented next to Claire, clapping as the Oxford team players were announced by the speaker. “And Christie looks like gloom and doom – I bet he isna up to anything good.”

“I’m sure our team will handle it.” Claire replied, adjusting her sunglasses – the sun was out that morning, apparently eager to pay testimony to a much anticipated rugby game. As Jamie’s name was called and he briefly waved at the crowd, screams and chanting enhanced tenfold, as if the volume switch had been turned to maximum. “Is that the new player?” She asked curious, noticing the young man sitting on the bench, his blonde hair glowing like a marigold in the sunlight.

“Aye.” Ian smiled. “John Grey was the one drafted – too bad there wasna enough time for him to become better acquainted with the team. Our current scrum half is rubbish and John seems to be a great player.”

“What a shame!” Claire agreed. Jamie and Tom approached the centre of the field to shake hands, a duel of crushing grips, their eyes locking with unspoken promises of a ruthless game.

The Edinburgh team kicked off with brutal intensity, taking the lead with an early drop goal. Tom Christie was indeed a good player, Claire had to recognize – he seemed to make the rest of his colleagues better just by interacting with them, pushing them to their limits – a lot like Jamie did.

“It seems like Fraser was just warming up!” The speaker pointed with excitement in his voice. “He is leading the team to a try – the Edinburgh boys will need to catch a ride with a motorcycle to be able to get to him!” And soon enough Jamie grounded the ball over the opponent’s goal line, awakening huge clamours from the cheering crowd.

The next few minutes were hectic, with both teams achieving scoring points – they were fairly equated, both having some weaknesses and a couple of extraordinary players. The game became rougher, with a couple of ugly tackles taking place, the nastier one inflicted by Christie on Jamie. Claire’s heart tightened when she saw him projected in the air – echoes of the game with Northumbria and his head injury racing through her mind – but he promptly got up and raised a thumb to ease the mind of the howling crowd. They reached the halftime with Edinburgh on the lead, having been awarded a penalty point after an infringement from Oxford’s scrum half.

“I canna believe we might lose this!” Ian clenched his teeth, looking thoroughly annoyed. “I canna stand the idea of Tom Christie prancing about our campus, gloating after their victory!”

“It’s not over yet.” She said in a cheerful tone, looking as Jamie talked and gesticulated with the coach. He seemed irritated with something and kept throwing evaluating looks at their scrum half and then at John Grey. “I think we might be in for a surprise.”

When the halftime was over, the substitution was made – clearly a joint decision from Jamie and the coach - and John Grey entered the field for the first time wearing Oxford’s colours, looking pale but decided.

As soon as they made the formation, Grey threw the ball into it and moved as lightening to the hindmost foot of the scrum, neatly picking up the ball and passing it - like a guided missile - to the hands of Oxford’s fly half, the captain himself, Jamie Fraser. With the proceeding game, it became quite clear that Grey was not only an outstanding player – with a knack for impossible passes and agile as a gazelle in avoiding Christie’s tackles -, but also that he and Jamie were meant to play together. They seemed to predict each other’s moves with easiness and stormed the field like dancers in a physical duet, battering the Edinburgh team’s lines and inspiring the rest of Oxford’s players. A short stretch of time was enough for them to recover from the disadvantage at the score board, sealed with a mind-blowing drop goal that made the fans go crazy.

Chanting propagated like a tribal calling in the stands, encouraging both Jamie and John, which by then had already earned the right of a nom de guerre – John “The Lord” Grey.

When the referee blew the whistle to signal the end of the game, a joyful wave of blue crashed on the grass, as Oxford’s players ran and jumped on top of Jamie and John – the solid foundation of a victorious human pyramid. Claire looked around, grinning as Ian fist bumped the air – her heart overflowing with pride, noticing the gigantic smiles all around her. Jamie was hugging an incredulous John, complimenting him on his achievements – the promise of a legendary friendship being born on a cloudless day.


“You’re late.” Claire announced, as Jamie arrived half running, his hair flaming on the light of dusk - as if the sun was setting inside him.

“I’m sorry, mo nighean donn.” He kissed her forehead in apology, as she pursued her lips and began the task of fixing the collar of his shirt. “I went for a run with John and lost track of time discussing some tactics.”

“That’s alright.” She sighed, bumping his nose. “Ian called to say he’ll be meeting us there. Is John coming too?”

“Aye.” Jamie caught her hand and entwined their fingers, as they began to walk together. It was the college’s anniversary – a big milestone, even for such an ancient institution – and a fancy party was taking place in the Main Hall, where lots of prominent students and alumnae would be gathered to celebrate. “He went to his dorm to shower and will meet us there.”

“You quite like him, don’t you?” Claire asked, caressing the back of his hand with her thumb. “You two became quite close in this last month – always training together and talking.”

“John is a kind, good-hearted, man.” Jamie agreed. “Talking to him always seems easy and uncomplicated – a lot like talking to you, actually.” He smiled, the corner of his mouth twitching. “And we’re much stronger as a team since he came on board. We might actually have a chance at the Championships.”

“Should I be jealous?” She elbowed him, playfully, in a mock pretence of grievance. “You have been spending more time with him than me, that’s for sure.”

“John Grey might be an interesting lad and a good friend.” He let go of her hand and held her by the waist, the tip of his fingers brushing the curve of her buttock, hidden under the emerald green fabric of her cocktail dress. “But he doesna have an arse like yers, Sassenach. You will always be number one in my book, especially when ye wear such a nice dress – A Dhia, I can feel ye underneath it. Do we really have to go anywhere at all?”

“Always making me feel special.” Claire replied dramatically, offering him a light peck on the lips – careful not to smudge her discrete lipstick – and then a possessive squeeze of his own hardened and well-shaped derrière. “Enough time for me to wear your shirt later.”

The vast room was already filled with people, wearing unusually elegant garments – girls with dresses of vivid colours, forming a spontaneous bouquet against the blooming light of chandeliers and sparkling glasses – luring men in their suits with promises of hidden secrets. Jazz music played in the background, setting the rhythm to conversations and filling the gaps of silence in some awkward exchanges.

Claire and Jamie smiled to a couple of acquaintances and waved to some colleagues, as they made their way into the heart of the party. They were standing close together, talking about Claire’s classes, when a male voice imposed over their conversation.

“Claire?” Frank Randall smiled at her, his brows furrowing when he glanced at Jamie from the corner of his eye. “It’s good to see you.”

“Hello, Frank.” She greeted him, turning around. “It’s nice to see you too.”

“Fraser.” Frank acknowledge Jamie with a small nod of his head, his thin lips forming a weak attempt at a pleasant smile. “Congratulations on that fantastic game with Edinburgh last month. Very well played.”

“Thank ye, Professor Randall.” Jamie gave him a relaxed smile and turned to Claire. “Mo nighean donn, I think I’ll go and say hello to Ian and John. I’ll see ye in a bit.” He kissed her cheek and squeezed her fingers in goodbye, offering her strength – reassuring her of his trust and love – and walked away, towering over the crowd.

“I was wondering…” Frank hawked, his fingers fidgeting with the glass of champagne he was holding. “If we could talk.”

“We are already talking, I daresay.” Claire pointed, accepting a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, offered by a passing waiter. “What is it, Frank?”

“Ah – yes.” He licked his lips, quickly looking around them, scanning for anyone within earshot. ““It has become my understanding that you and James Fraser are dating.” He said in a hurry, as if he was running away from his own words. “Is it serious?”

“I don’t see how that would be any of your business.” Claire replied in a dry tone, raising a brow. “We haven’t been together in a long time, Frank. But yes - everybody knows Jamie is my – very serious - boyfriend. It’s not exactly a secret.”

“I see.” He swallowed hard, avoiding her piercing amber eyes, and glancing at her silver ring. “I thought maybe it was a fleeting dalliance. I believed you fancied someone more refined – more polished.”

“Is that what you are?” Claire asked gently, anger and resentment completely absent from her words. “Because I was under the impression things didn’t work out between us – and not by any fault of mine, Frank. If only you had been happy sleeping with one student at a time, perhaps we would be together until this day.”

“I deserve that.” Frank pinched his nose with his skinny fingers. “I was terribly foolish to hurt you, Claire. You are, by far, the most singular woman I ever met.”

“I’m happy you did.” She said softly, looking intently at him. “I only met Jamie because of it – and everything that led me to him has my deepest gratitude.”

“I was under the impression you still had some…feelings for me.” He whispered in a strained voice. “You are always so charming and pleasant every time we meet and have a conversation.”

“I’m over you, Frank.” Claire affirmed, trying to infuse some kindness into the situation, but getting increasingly more uncomfortable. “That’s why I’m nice when we talk. I don’t have any repressed feelings – no secret expectations of you wanting me back. You were important to me, once – I offer you the respect that position deserves. Nothing less – nothing more.”

“I have seen how you look at him. The pride and joy in your eyes.” Frank bit his words. “Did you ever love me?”

“I did.” She whispered, softly. “But not like that – not how I love him.”

“He knows about us, doesn’t he?” He brushed his short dark hair. “And yet he left you with me. Maybe he doesn’t care all that much.”

“What we have has no room for mistrust or lies.” She smiled, distracted, her eyes already searching for Jamie amongst the crowd. “He left because he respects me. Because he trusts me – us - with all his heart.”

“I wish you happiness, Claire.” Frank finally turned away, hiding the pain in his eyes.

“Be happy too, Frank.” She tilted her head. “As I am.”


Claire searched for Jamie inside the room – spending quite some time in pushing through the animated crowd and stopping to exchange pleasantries with teachers from the medical department, some already quite inebriated. He was nowhere within sight, so Claire decided to search for him outside.

When the big oak doors caved under the pressure of her hands, she was saluted by the night’s cold breeze, the taste of oranges and jasmine on the back of her throat. It seemed like the party had extended beyond the premises of the Hall - students were scattered in the lawn in front of the building, laughing and talking in small groups.

She spotted Jamie – looking magnificent in his grey suit pants and light blue shirt - talking to John – clad in black and grey - under the shadows of a cypress. They were tall and beautiful, like legends of days long forgotten, best friends in times of peace and warriors when the occasion called for such actions. John was talking rapidly to Jamie, who seemed to be entirely amused by whatever was being said. Eventually he whispered back to John and they both laughed together.

Claire could tell the moment Jamie had spotted her – even at distance his eyes seemed to soften and the corners of his mouth were pushed on an eager smile. He patted John’s back in farewell and started to walk towards her.

For an instant she could see John Grey, left behind as Jamie made his way to her, and a shiver shot through her spine. It was like looking into a strange mirror - his eyes betrayed exactly the same desire and adoration that could be found within her own.

Got7′s Reaction to you wanting to do face masks together

I hope you enjoy the reaction!! @okayysunshiine


*He would definitely do face masks with you and would probably like the fact that you also cared for his skin.*

Y/N: *puts the face mask on him and then laughs* “You look funny.”

BamBam: *gif* “So do you!”

*Then you two would probably laugh at each other and then take selfies.(#relationshipgoals xD)*


(A/N: Ignore the caption that it has XD)

*Yugyeom would think you were joking but then when he sees you approach him and try to put it on him, he’d get serious.*

Yugyeom: *gif* “Really? You’re going to do this to me…”

Y/N: “Yes.” *puts the face mask on him*


*He’d say no from the start and would stop you every time you tried to put it on him.*

Youngjae:*gif (pretend that you’re touching his face instead of his nose xD) “Stop… I don’t want too.” *laughs at your attempt to put it on him.*


*JaeBum really wouldn’t want to do it but you would put it on him anyways.*

JB: *gif*

*But after a while of having it on, he’d like it because it felt refreshing.*


*He would look at you and not say whether or not he wanted to do it so you put it on him anyways.*

Jinyoung: “Umm…Okay?”


*He wouldn't mind at all doing face masks with you but would joke around to much and probably ruin it.*

Mark: “Jagiya! Come here and give me a kiss.” *chases you around trying to put some of his face mask on you.*



Talk with Got7 is OPEN!! And requests will be open soon!! So be ready with your requests :)

12. "If you leave, you're gone for good"

Pairing: Ashton Irwin & Reader
Warnings: Angst and cursing
Word Count: 658

A/N: This is not my best work, but I hope you still enjoy it! I’m definitely willing to make a part two as this one was pretty short. Just let me know if you want one.

“If you leave, you’re gone for good”

You stare at your folded hands silently as you patiently await the return of your boyfriend, Ashton. You hear a click and a shuffle, and moonlight streaks into the room lighting up your composed face. You don’t have to look up to know who it is. He flicks on the light switch and closes the door behind him. Soft footsteps sound as he approaches you. “Hey, babe. Why were you just sitting here in the dark?” he questions.

“I was just thinking.” you muttered. He didn’t seem to notice the defeated tone of your voice as he ventured into the kitchen. You get up from your spot on the couch and join him at the fridge.

“Aw shit, you made spaghetti?” he extolled. A grin crept across his face, and his dimples came out of hiding. That smile of his used to make your heart flutter, but now it did nothing. You felt nothing but pent up anger for the boy standing in front of you. You snatch the plate of spaghetti from his grasp and take a few steps towards the trash can. Before he can say anything else, you dump all of it into the bin. “What the hell?” he quipped.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did you want that? Maybe, next time you should actually come home on time. Maybe you’ll get your damn spaghetti then.” you nagged. His look of confusion turned to one of irritation.

“Not again with this shit” he snapped.

“Well maybe we wouldn’t have to go through ‘this shit’ so much if you would just straighten out your fucking priorities!” you scoffed.

“Oh, trust me, I have my priorities straight, and coming home to this every night” he gestures towards me “sure as hell isn’t one of them!” he sneered. His words cut deep, but you knew better than to show weakness in these situations. You ignore his snide remarks and continue speaking.

“This has been going on for over a year, Ashton. I’m always the last thing on your mind. You never respond to my texts anymore, you don’t return my calls anymore, you don’t kiss me anymore. And then you leave for months at a time to go on tour without so much as an e-mail sent my way to keep in touch. You leave early, and you come home late-” you began.

“Well maybe it’s because you’re a fucking tyrant!” he screams. You stood there and stared, slack-mouthed. His brows bumped together in a scowl before continuing. “You always have something to say, you’re always nagging me, or you’re angry about something, or you’re just being all around annoying. I can never have a moment alone because you are always invading my damn privacy, so don’t you fucking sit there and rattle off the things that I’ve done wrong as if you’re fucking perfect” he barked.

You bit your lip to hold back the tears that were welling in your eyes. He notices your look of distraught, and his face softens for a split second. He turns his head away from you, the muscles in his face tightening.

“I’m done here.” he sighed. He turned towards the door and started walking. Before you could stop yourself, you were speaking again.

“If you leave, you’re gone for good” you croaked after him. He stopped dead in his tracks. The muscles in his back tightened for a second, then released. You immediately regret saying anything. He’s going to leave. He’s going to leave you.

He turns towards you and opens his mouth in order to say something, but he decides against it. Instead, he turns on his heel again and walks briskly out of the door, slamming it behind him.

All of your breath and heart and sanity leaves with him, and you fall to your knees. Sobs rack through your body. You cover your mouth with your hand in order to muffle your wails. You’ve lost him. He’s gone.

He’s gone.

anonymous asked:

That makes me so sad i love pearl gouramis 😭😭😭 i wanted to do one in my big tank one day. Bettas are a personal favorite fish, i mostly get females or plakats for the same reason though xD halfmoons are so sad looking, deltas from my experience usually end up with longer, more weighed down fins tho. Fancy goldfish i find grotesque, i only really like fantails, black moors are *okay* same with orandas.

I kept a sorority tank of bettas for a few years. They were definitely my ‘gateway fish’ into fish keeping.

honestly when I was isolated and closeted and straight people would talk so negatively about gay people who “made it their whole personality” or whatever, it’d make me so anxious and sad. It was always presented like there were

The Good Gays, who were Just Like Everyone Else, and liked straight things, looked Just Like Everyone Else, and didn’t talk about being gay, and definitely didn’t ‘shove it in anyone’s face’ or let it ‘define them.’ 

and then there were

The Bad Gays, who, from what I could tell, were flamboyant gay men and butch lesbians (f*gs and d*kes), proudly out gay people, gay people who liked rainbows and gay culture, politically active gay people, gay people who talked about being gay all the time, gay people with lisps, gay people who are angry, gay people who don’t “pass” as straight, gay people who love being gay and being around other gay people

And I spent so much time early on internally scolding myself. I thought it was wrong to think & talk about being gay 24/7 and enjoy gay culture and feel safest in LGBT spaces. I would always feel guilty and embarrassed every time I brought up anything gay. I thought maybe after a while I’d ‘get it out of my system’ or something and not feel the need for it to ‘define me’ anymore, but it never went away, that intense connection and joy from LGBT spaces and culture. 

But now, look: I have this blog where I can just share every gay thought I have with y’all day after day and no one’s annoyed with me for it. In fact, it’s something that’s appreciated! And I can follow a hundred other blogs by folks doing the same. 

I am The Bad Gay and I love Bad Gays. I’m so relieved to have found you all.


29th January

It’s mad. I think he might be mad. He was certainly arrogant and really quite rude and he looks about 12 and he’s clearly a bit public school and, yes, I definitely think he might be mad but he was also strangely likeable. He was charming. It really was all just a bit strange.

So tomorrow, we’re off to look at a flat. Me and the madman. Me and Sherlock Holmes.

Not-doing-too-good sentence starters

“Whoa, are you okay?”

“You took that hit pretty hard…”

“Don’t stand up yet.”

“That definitely looks broken…”

“Walk it off.”

“How are you feeling?”

“When was the last time you slept?”

“You look like shit.”

“Have you been eating enough?”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Why are you limping?”

“You’re really pale…”

“Did you just go throw up?”

“Why aren’t you eating?”

“______? You’re bleeding…really bad.”

“That looks infected.”

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?!”

“I told you you’d get sick.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?”

“Wake up–you were hyperventilating, are you okay?”

“It was just a dream, you’re alright.”

“Look at me–you’re safe.”

“Take a deep breath.”

“Are you bleeding?!”

“How’d you get a bruise like that?”

“What happened?”

“Let me help you!”

“Can you hear me?”

“You hit your head pretty hard.”

“Don’t move.”

“I know it hurts, I’m sorry.”


I feel like this is when I should tell you how much I miss you, but a part of me knows you probably don’t care. If you did, we’d probably still be friends…right? But I still hope you think of me on occasion and miss me too.

It’s been months since we last talked who would’ve seen that coming? I know I definitely didn’t. So much has happened since we last spoke, and I’ve wanted you to know it all. Isn’t that twisted? Even though we’re no longer friends, I still want to tell you all the things I used to. And it sucks because you’re not that person to me anymore.

You were the one person I was supposed to be able to count on for anything. You used to be a phone call away but suddenly you stopped answering. You were supposed to always look out for me but then you forgot . We were supposed to be friends forever but the next thing I knew, we were growing further and further apart

But I guess that’s life. Nothing is constant and no one owes you anything. And even though we’re not friends anymore, I still want to thank you. Thank you for being my best friend and dealing with everything that comes with that. Thank you for the nights we stayed up til dawn just talking and laughing. Thank you for being honest and genuinely caring about me. Thank you for taking me for me, and never letting other’s judgments get in the way. Thanks for never sharing those embarrassing pictures you took of me. And thank you, thank you, thank you for being the best friend I needed during that part of my life.

And even though we are no longer friends, I just want you to know that I could never hate you. Trust me, I’ve tried. It sounds awful, but I thought it would be easier to get over losing you if I could hate you but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I was hurt when you left, but I will never hate you. You were my best friend. And despite how things ended up, because of that, I will always love you.

Sometimes, I still scroll through pictures of us and smile. I see screenshots of old conversations and laugh. And whenever I see something that reminds me of you or an inside joke, I almost always almost send it to you. I don’t think there will ever be a day when you don’t cross my mind at least once, but the sadness and hurt are fading, and I’m learning to look at you as a cherished memory.

Everyone chooses their paths in life, and I guess your path just no longer intertwined with mine. But I hope you’re happy. Because I really do wish you the best. I hope you’ve found someone new to send all those weird memes too, to stay up on the phone with on the nights you just can’t sleep, to binge watch Friends with, and to equally complain and celebrate about all the things with

Just know that I don’t hate you and that I’ll always love you. Know that I cherish the memories we made and wouldn’t trade them for anything. I’ll always check your snaps and Facebook posts to make sure you’re doing okay, because some things will never change. And know that even if I don’t go up to you the next time I see you, I will always be grateful to have called you my best friend.

Sincerely, Me.

—  loyaltyxoxo, #bestfriendbreakups #dearyou 

You know what, I just love young aces. I love you for being so young, and self-aware enough and BRAVE enough to know to go looking for a label that suits you, finding it, and wearing it proudly. I love you for looking even when you can’t find it. I love you for saying, “I will make those labels as I go.” I love you for saying, “this is DEFINITELY me and I won’t let anyone take it from me.”

I love the aces who are ace now, but might be something else later. I love the aces who are ace because of trauma, and if healing the trauma changes your label, I still will. I love aces who thought they were aromantic, who thought they were 100% ace no exceptions, who thought they were “basically straight” or “probably gay” and then something changed. Sometimes that happens. You are still ace, if you feel that it still fits, and if you drop the label, that isn’t you being dishonest, or not being smart enough to know, or fixing something that was WRONG with you.

Your labels might change or become more complex, but that doesn’t make any of the things that other people have done to try to “fix” you magically GOOD. If it hurt you, it was still wrong, no matter how well-intended, or whether or not you got something about yourself wrong after all.


So, I looked up the definition of fascism on my phone, I was pretty sure I knew what it meant but wanted to be sure. Anyway, the Google recommended definition is completely different than the Merriam Webster definition (my personal choice of dictionary). Is it just me or is google implying that fascism is only a problem of “right-wing” government? Cuz that’s what it looks like. I mean I could be totally wrong but people have been calling trump and pence fascists lately (my reasoning for googling the definition) and I didn’t think they were using the right word to describe them. Idk. @redbloodedamerica @your-uncle-dave what do y'all think? It just looks like blatant misinformation to promote an agenda, to me.

reasons why life is good

  • alex “lol i dont need back up i just need my cute cop gf” danvers
  • alex’s little gay smile when she called maggie™
  • alex and maggie literally doing everything together
  • everything
  • they met an episode ago and now they call each other whenever anything happens
  • kara’s wait-did-my-sister-get-a-gf face
  • “wear something nice”
  • alex “i can’t flirt but im trying to describe how pretty you look” danvers
  • alex “so is this actually buisness or were you just asking me on a date” danvers
  • fake date fake date fake date
  • handholding
  • with intertwined fingers
  • “you’re a great cop” aka alex danvers for “i like you”
  • alex like legit asking maggie on a date 
  • like come on yall she was definitely asking her on a date
  • jealous!alex
  • alex’s oh-shit-im-gay-fuck-fuck-fuck face™
  • alex danvers and maggie sawyer are in love 
  • thank you that is all have a good night

A Tangled Au for my sis ♡♡♡ @loveactually-rps who wanted Stiles as rapunzel (i totally understand why, his hair looks awesome long)

“How did you find me?” Stiles pulled at his hair to bring the chair closer into the light. The man he just tied up, with his hair, groaned in pain and blinked curiously around himself, when the man picked his head up Stiles skipped a beat because, well, the man was definitely handsome, his eyes were the prettiest thing he ever saw, prettier than the paints mother brought him that changed colors like pearls and gems.

“I just climbed the old creepy looking tower! How was i supposed to know there was a lunatic growing hair in here!?” The man growled out making Stiles snap back at him. He pulled at the hair once more and the man’s chair tipped forward slightly, Stiles stopped it with his other hand and stepped closer to the man.

“Hey! Just so you know mother built this tower herself! This is a handmade tower! Vintage!,” Stiles frowned at the man as he talked “show some respect!”

The man rolled his eyes before nodding “Well you are right, my bad. Were the windows hand carved as well? Such well made craftsmanship,” Stiles smiled at the man and started answering when the man rolled his eyes again and said “sarcasm! Untie me you fool!”.

“Not with that attitude i won’t, can’t you at least name yourself, you climb into my tower and expect hospitality?” Stiles snorted and pushed the chair back upright.

The man rolled his eyes again, probably a habit of his, and answered in a grumpy manner “Derek”.

“Well Derek,” he liked the way his name rolled on his tongue “what do you know about the floating lights?”

  • Mary: Oh, God. John, I think this is it
  • John: No, no, no, no. It's not. That's
  • Mary: You made me so happy. You gave me everything I could ever, ever have wanted.
  • John: Shhhh, Mary, Mary, shhh
  • Mary: Look after Rosie. Promise me.
  • John: I promise
  • Mary: No
  • John: Yes, I promise
  • Mary: Promise me!
  • John: I promise, I promise. Shhh
  • Mary: Hey, Sherlock. I so like you. Did I ever tell you
  • Sherlock: Yes, yes, you did
  • Mary: I'm sorry for… for shooting you that time. I'm really sorry.
  • Sherlock: It's all right
  • Mary: I think we're even now, OK?
  • Sherlock: Ok.
  • Mary: Oh, I think we're…
  • John: Mary, Mary…
  • Mary: even, definitely even
  • Mary: You were my whole world. Being Mary Watson… was the only life worth living.
  • John: Mary…
  • Mary: Thank you

anonymous asked:

can i request rfa reactions to mc having a celebrity crush (not like they'll ever have a chance and they know it)?

Haha, this was a fun one to do. 


  • He hears you talking on the phone with Jaehee
  • You’re getting really animated and squealing while talking about someone
  • When you finally hang up, he asks what happened
  • And you just smile softly
  • “Sorry, I get a little excited when I talk about my celebrity crush.”
  • He gets all blushy and throws an arm around you
  • “Aww, babe. You’re so sweet. Who is it?”
  • He think he’s playing along with some flirtatious joke
  • Then you say a name that is definitely not his
  • He gets super pouty about it
  • Sends you a selfie with every text he sends 
  • “How can Nam Joo-Hyuk be as good looking as me?”


  • You’ve been pretty quiet for a few days
  • Texts came in less and were a bit shorter
  • When he mentions something, you apologize and explain that it was BTS’s comeback
  • You had been lost on social media looking at concept photos
  • When you’re together next, he asks to see them
  • He wants to share in your interests
  • You start fangirling when it comes to Jungkook’s photos
  • He gets super defensive/jealous all of a sudden
  • “What’s so special about him?”
  • You gasp really loud and show him videos of Jungkook singing and dancing
  • He can’t argue with the talent
  • You accidentally catch him learning how to dance a few days later


  • She catches you listening to something else other than Zen’s music
  • You decide to fess up
  • You show her some songs from U-kiss
  • You show her some videos too, admitting to your celeb crush is Kevin
  • She’s quiet for awhile
  • You start stammering apologizing for betraying Zen’s fan club
  • She wordlessly pulls out her phone and opens her pictures
  • She shows you a bunch of photos of Shin Soohyun
  • Fangirl session begins


  • He was just relaxing after coming home from a business trip
  • So, he decided to start the K-drama W since he never got to watch it
  • You come to visit while he’s in the middle of it
  • You get very excited when you see what he’s watching
  • You admit that you have a celeb crush on Lee Jong-Suk
  • He’s silent for a moment
  • Then he points to the screen frozen on Jong-Suk’s character
  • “Him?”
  • You nod. “Yeah, him.”
  • “But, he’s just…but, why?”
  • Elizabeth the 3rd makes it worse when she sits in front of the TV and stares at the screen
  • Jumin is exasperated
  • “Not both of you!”


  • He would’ve been okay if it was someone from a K-pop group
  • Or even a Korean actor
  • But the fact that you admitted you had a celebrity crush on Benedict Cumberbatch rubbed him the wrong way
  • You blurted it out when you both were watching Sherlock
  • He turns it off and turns to you seriously
  • “Is it because he’s smart? Because I’m smart.”
  • You admit it’s part of it, but it’s also due to the accent
  • You know he speaks English fluently
  • And you’ve heard his American accent, which was near perfect
  • But then he opens his mouth
  • “Harr-ee Pottah!”
  • It was horrible and you both knew it 

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  • “We were all given assigned seats on our bus because shit went down too many times and now you’re my seat buddy and I don’t want the rest of the year to be awkward”
  • “I always see you in the mall I work at and you always look upset so I made you some cookies now cheer up, Mr. Grumpypants”
  • “Hey we kissed once in kindergarten but I haven’t seen you since and I couldn’t remember why you were so familiar”
  • “It’s 3am and you’re the only person in McDonald’s right now and why do I have to work the night shift”
  • “My friend is out of town and I’m supposed to be taking care of his pet fish but it died and you work at the pet store help me find one that looks the same so he won’t notice" 
  • "We’re sitting in a food court and I can see you staring at me so what’s your fucking deal- wait are you drawing me?”
  • “We’re always both in the apartments’ fitness center at 3 am”
  • “I drive to school and you walk and I drive past you everyday and it’s below freezing and you’re still walking please just get in the damn car I’ll drive you”
  • “You’ve walked past the bakery I work at and stared longingly at one of the pies at least 4 times today I’ll buy it for you if you just stop”
  • “I’m not actually the person you were set up on a blind date with but I was eating alone and you asked if I was someone else and wow you’re cute so of course I said yes and now you think my name is something it isn't”
  • “My destination was actually a few blocks back but you are the most interesting uber driver I’ve had so I changed it to spend more time with you but I seriously do need to be somewhere else so can you turn around”
  • “You parked in the parking space I always use so I wrote a note and put it on your car and you put one on mine the next day and now we have been writing notes for over a week just tell me your phone number to make this easier”
  • “People used to tell us we should date and now we graduate in like two weeks and I am starting to agree with them so can I have your number before I never see you again”
  • “We both came here to buy the same movie but there is only one dvd left let’s split the cost and watch it together I have popcorn at home”
  • “I took advice from my friend and pretended to trip in front of you to get your attention except I fell harder than I thought and now my arm is broken can you drive me to the doctor please”
  • “We are both too short to see well at this concert so how about we alternate sitting on each other’s shoulders, we can switch every song or something”
  • “My friend bet me 20 bucks that I wouldn’t walk up to a random underclassman and ask them to senior prom and I’m about to be 20 dollars richer and, no, that doesn’t invalidate the question, you’re actually really cute”
  • “Somehow every time I have a dentist appointment you do too and you always sit next to me in the waiting room and ask me ‘what are you in for’ as if we are in prison and this has been happening for almost two years who are you”
  • “I play the guitar on a street corner sometimes for some extra cash and you usually give me a dollar or two but today you brought a violin and joined in? And we made almost three times what I usually do holy shit you’re talented”
  • “I’ve worked at this dollar store for 3 years and you are the first person I’ve ever had to kick out, what are you, fourteen?”

So I was talking with my Uncle Rob today at my grandmother’s birthday, and he asked me about what I liked to watch so I told him I switch between a few shows and I recently finished binge watching The Office over my winter break. He asked me which one and I told him the American one, and he told me he knows Ed Helms. I’m like Are you kidding me? This is definitely not true, so I looked up where Ed Helms went to college and I remembered my mom grandma and uncle were talking about my uncle graduating from Oberlin like 20 minutes before that!! So I’m like no fucking wayyyy!!! So he starts telling me stories about how he was friends with Ed in college and I’m telling my girlfriend all this because she got me into the office and she’s like “don’t tell me he’s Broccoli Rob” and I fucked around saying he is. But then I tell him “what if Broccoli Rob is based off of you?” and he laughs then tells me about how hE WAS IN AN A CAPELLA GROUP WITH ED HELMS AND HOW HERE COMES TREBLE IS BASED OFF ED’S ACTUAL A CAPELLA GROUP FROM COLLEGE!!!! I was floored like WHAT THE SHIT MY UNCLE IS ACTUALLY FUCKING BROCCOLI ROB!!!! I listened to him for like 30 full minutes about all of his stories and I was stunned by it all!! Normally I’m so bored at my family’s parties but NOT FUCKING TODAY!!!

Si eu te iubesc

Summary: Bucky knows about your obsession with Sebastian Stan, and it bugs the hell out of him. What do you see in him anyway?

Pairing: Bucky x reader

Word count: 787

A/N: I’m still thinking about that Romanian interview. Ended up watching the whole thing without subtitles first - no regrets. I could honestly listen to him speak for hours.

Originally posted by musicfixyou

“Oh for god’s sake,” Bucky mutters.

You jump at his voice, quickly snapping your laptop lid shut and immediately regretting it.

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heres a page of Sanses (and one Pap) for y'all. ink was very very fun to draw and Asy is adorable. 

Top left: UnderFell sans belongs to original designer (i looked man)

Top Middle: Swap brothers belongs to uh yeah… that person

Top right: Ink Sans belongs to @comyet

Bottom left: AsylumTale Sans belongs to @furgemancs

Bottom Right: Nextale Sans belongs to @nextale

(which I’m addicted to their Nextale character designs so ima probs draw a lot more from there. Definitely want to draw the DreemTeam next if i do. Though i did change the blaster canon design in this pic bc the horns on the original design were driving me nuts.)