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I was tagged by @writingishard-loverandloser (who is brilliant) so here we go!

rules: tag ten of your followers that you want to get to know better

name: Grace

gender: Female

star sign: Aries

height: 5’4″

what images do you have set as your desktop/cell wallpapers?: Moodboards for Stan Uris and Eddie Kaspbrak I found on Google

have you ever had a crush on a teacher?: Um not really. I have found some teachers kind of attractive, but never had a full blown crush on them.

what was your last text message?: That I sent, “That’s BJ’s mum’s number" That was sent to me, “Thanks Gracie”

what do you see yourself doing in 10 years?: Hopefully doing something with musical theatre, or a published author. Either one.

If you could be anywhere in the world where would you be?: In America so I could meet some of my Tumblr friends.

what was your coolest halloween costume?: I was Wednesday Addams last year and I made the costume myself!! However I was wearing multiple layers, and October in Australia is unforgivingly hot.

what was your favourite 90s show?: Friends, Will And Grace, Seinfeld, The Fresh Prince

what was your last kiss?: Never been kissed. Ever (romantically that is).

have you ever been stood up?: Almost all of my friends except one stood me up for this convention recently.

favourite ice cream flavour?: Salted Caramel, Chocolate, Vanilla Bean (not vanilla), Cookie Dough

have you been to las vegas?: Nah

your favourite pair of shoes?: I’m a sucker for my old white converse, although they’re more cream now…

what’s your favourite flavour?: Grape, cherry, raspberry, mango. I like the fruit flavours

In general???: I’m confused

what is your favourite book?: I am offended you’d make me choose just ONE

what’s the stupidest thing you’ve ever done?: I do a lot of stupid shit, we’ve gotta be specific.

which loser?: Stan and Richie, but we can’t forget my adorable son Ben (who deserves more love and appreciation)

@huffleheck @thundersoprano @gninrud-anna @hopeisoffline @pacman-tattoo @fike-maist @yikesjaredkleinman @bemorejermy @canifinishthat @robe-boy-kid

izzica answered your question: “IM GOING ON A RICK AND MORTY HYPE whoooo has some suggestions I can…”

morty who’s super duper drunk off ricks stash and is super sad??? maybe morty who trashes ricks garage (lab) bc he’s just so angry at rick being gone (turning himself in??). morty just being troubled bc rick, his only friend, is gone.

Thank you for the suggestion! I honestly really wanted to draw the trashing the garage thing (a+ idea btw), but as you can see my skill with backgrounds is suuuuuppperr limited lmao ;;;

i forgot what i was going to put as the caption…

i really miss hating and swearing at my fellow bering and wells fandom after you assholes did all your​ stupid fucking shit that i just couldn’t so i would like to start a “fuck you! bering and wells chain tag post”

…starting with this particular asshole:

@lonely-night fuck you for all your stupid perfect fucking gifsets that always made me die. you murdered me multiple times! i hate you i just cant with you and your dumb brilliant manips piss off wont you!?!

*please tag and add your own personal “fuck you” message to your favourite bering and wells fandom assholes*

Falling Stars - Brilliant Unknown

Overview: Your story with Dean begins on the brink of your own darkness. You’ve accepted your new reality, surprised when Dean’s comfort offers glimmers of light that spark a hope for more in your chest. It may not be as predictable as the ground you’ve come to stand on, but you’re willing to risk everything. Because maybe there is more for you than what you see in yourself.

Characters: DeanxReader

Word Count: 1,096

Warnings: some frustrations, a rainstorm, fluff

A/N: This mini series is based off of a poem I wrote for a past love of mine. Bits and pieces of my life are thrown into the mix. I hope you guys love it :)

Beta’d by my sole sister @wheresthekillswitch: “Typical Dean, I love it.”

and my writing soulmate @hannahindie: “This whole thing was so beautiful.”

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“Hold still,” I grumbled, pressing the gauze back down to the wound on Dean’s upper arm.

“Your fingers are freezing,” he retorted sullenly.

“And you’re bleeding.”

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

My fingers froze in their movements, and I took a small step back, my hands falling to my sides. I cleared my throat, pushing down the lump that had suddenly formed. “Oh, s-sorry. I…” I felt tears rise to my eyes and quickly searched for my coat, giving them a task to help keep the water in. “I didn’t… Um… I’ll just…” I found the dark gray fabric and quickly shoved my arms through the sleeves.

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Why You Shouldn’t Post Harry Styles content under the other boys tags

Aside from being very annoying the main reason you should stop this habit is because it will do nothing to help you! When your write something you want it to be read and enjoyed and while doing such may seem like a brilliant way to get your work out there, it’s not. By tagging Harry Styles content under the Niall Horan, Louis Tomlinson and Liam Payne tags you get people annoyed and uninterested in your work. Chances are once they realize that your post, while well written and holds lots of potential, is not about the boy they are wanted to read about it, they will just scroll past it! This takes away from your post and results in your work not being acknowledged. So not posting Harry Styles content under the other boys tags is really in your own best interest.

anonymous asked:

i can't believe that i never noticed your “ask” was replaced with “would you like a side of balls with that?” ( ̄▽ ̄;;) i really like your blog (and the copious amount of “balls”), and i hope it's okay for me to request yakuza!au scenarios for iwaizumi, kuroo, akaashi, and matsukawa with a female s/o. if not that is okay!! thank you!!

Hehehe, thank you ;) Ball is life, you know? And it is more than okay to request Yakuza/Mafia AUs! This was a lot of fun to write, and actually Admin Panini and I have a lot of mafia AU headcanons. I’ll probably get around to writing those some time soon for fun. 

Have I mention I love Yakuza/Mafia AUs? Because I do, very much so! :D ~Admin Mari


“Hold still, Hajime.” You frowned deeply as you tried to apply more disinfectant on the cut that decorated his cheek. When the cotton ball grazed the wound, Iwaizumi Hajime sucked in a sharp breath when the hot sting followed after. All you did was click your tongue before you repeated the action, something he knew you did to get back at him. “You’re worse than Tooru.”

“Don’t compare me to Shittykawa. I’m not a baby like him.” He grumbled, his eyes shifting away as you placed a few butterfly bandages along the cut. Of course, it was only natural that you were upset with him. But it wasn’t like he planned to get injured when he woke up this morning. Sometimes things were unpredictable and the yakuza life was the most unpredictable.

You heaved a deep sigh and tossed the wrappers into the trash beside the table. Then, you turned to gently brush your fingertips along the cut you had just dressed. His eyes softened when he saw the worry lines between your brows and he reached out to pull you against him. It didn’t matter if his muscles protested the action; having you in his arms helped him feel at ease.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. It’s just a scratch anyway.” He rested his chin on your shoulder and buried his free hand into your hair, fingers weaving through the softness. It was his way of reassuring you. Which was kind of silly because you were Aobajohsai’s doctor and you knew how bad each injury was.

“How can I not worry about you?” You mumbled into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around his middle. “You’re my boyfriend. I always worry.” The sincerity melted his heart and the corners of his lips quirked up before he leaned back to get a better look at you.

“I think I could get used to that.” That earned him a slap on the chest, but he caught your hand before you retracted it. Instead, he lifted it up to his cheek and placed your hand there with his over yours. Then, he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dummy.” You smiled sweetly, following his lips to press another kiss against his.


The moment you’d laid eyes on Kuroo Tetsurou you were hooked. Perhaps it was the unruly hair that was surprisingly all natural, maybe it was that mischievous twinkle in his eyes, or maybe it was that charming smirk that had your heart skipping a beat. Whatever it was, you had locked in on him. He was like the most potent of drugs and you were addicted to him. Addicted to his kisses, his touches, his sweet words.

Every time the both of you met up, it was romantic and sweet. When you two were together, he could put his guard down for a while and just enjoy the moment without a worry in the world. The two of you would spend hours talking, flirting, and laughing. Then, the two of you would set the sheets on fire with passion and ecstasy.

You nestled comfortably against Kuroo’s side, cheek pressed against his chest. The after effects of the mind-blowing pleasure were subsiding, and all that was left was the satisfied humming on your skin and in your veins. Kuroo’s arm was wrapped protectively around your waist as he mindlessly traced patterns along the damp skin.

However, the comforting silence didn’t last very long because the sound of his cellphone pierced through the air. Grumbling under his breath, he reached over with his free hand and answered the phone.

“Hello?” He asked, but a sigh followed when the voice on the other end began to speak. His eyes glanced down at you before he cut the voice off on the other end. “Yaku, just tell him I’ll be rescheduling the meeting. The old geezer can wait a day, it’s not like he’s going to die any time soon.” You had to stifle your giggles and Kuroo flashed you a smirk. It was obvious that the person on the other end, Yaku, wasn’t very impressed by Kuroo’s response and he got a bit of an earful before he hung up.

“What was that about?” You asked, lifting yourself up onto your elbow to look at Kuroo.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, somehow making his hair look sexier. “It was my right-hand man. My father has been trying to set a meeting up.” There was a pause as he looked at you with sorrow clouding his eyes. “For my arranged marriage.”

That was like an anvil to your heart and you felt your chest squeeze in pain. Instantly, your body went cold and dread clung to every cell. The protests that threatened to spill out died on your lips, because what could you say? Kuroo was the next boss to Nekoma while you were just a call-girl that he had unexpectedly met at a club one night.

But that had never mattered to him. Because when you two were together, you guys were just yourselves.

“Tetsu…” You whispered, your heart throbbing in your chest. Of course, you knew one day he would probably have to get married to keep the lineage going, but you hadn’t hoped it would happen so soon. “Don’t go yet. Stay longer with me.”

He cupped your chin and lifted your head up to look at him. The easy-going smile that you’d fallen in love with was on his face. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”


You knew him as the London Fog guy and he knew you as the Barista with a Pretty Smile. The coffee shop a few blocks away from the Fukurodani house was becoming a favourite of Akaashi Keiji’s. He’d accidentally stumbled upon it months ago after needing some fresh air and that’s when he had first seen you. The second he had walked in through the door, you had greeted him with the prettiest smile he’d ever seen and from that moment on, he was completely enamoured. He had only wondered how on Earth he’d passed by this street without noticing the dainty café.

Several times a week, Akaashi would slip away from the mansion and bring his paperwork with him. It was much more peaceful without having to listen to Bokuto jabber away and he got more work done this way since he was pulling his boss’ weight too. Today was no different.

“Large London Fog?” You chimed with that beautiful smile that made Akaashi’s heart stutter.

The corners of his lips twitched into a smile and he nodded his head. “Yes, please.” He dug into his wallet, producing a bill to give to you. The amount he gave you was much larger than the cost of the tea latte. And when you tried to give him the change, he only curled his hand over yours. “It’s the tip.”

“O-oh, but…it’s too much. You’re always too generous.” There was a shy blush on your cheeks and you looked unsure if you could take it.

Akaashi chuckled softly, shaking his head lightly. His large hand stayed in place, relishing in the contact and warmth of your hand. “It’s the least I could do for the delicious London fogs you always make me.” And money was never a problem for him. After all, Fukurodani mainly dealt with money.

“I-I’m…” You started, but finally relented. “Thank you.”

“Akaashi.” When you gave him a confused look, the corner of his lip quirked up. “That’s my name.”

“Oh!” Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Then, you gestured to your name tag and gave him that brilliant smile again. “I’m ____.”

When he sat down in his usual seat, his heart was fluttering in his chest and his eyes were instantly on you as you prepared his drink. His gaze lingered a few more seconds before he started on the paperwork again, a reminder of the dark world he lived in. It was a place where someone as innocent as you didn’t belong in and a place he didn’t want to drag you into.

A soft clink caught his attention and he looked up at you then at the plate beside his cup. “It’s coffee cake. This one’s on me.”

There was no way he could tell you about the dangerous part of him, the dangerous life he led where blood and death were a constant. “Thank you.” And yet, he couldn’t help but gesture to the chair across from his. “Would you like to sit with me?”

You were the Barista with the Pretty Smile and he was the London Fog guy; that was the way it had to stay.


“Hime-san.”

“Stop calling me that.” You huffed, childishly crossing your arms over your chest. Matsukawa Issei only grinned lazily in response, and watched as your cheeks flushed in annoyance and embarrassment. Making you flush was one of the things he enjoyed doing and he honestly couldn’t help himself sometimes. It was easy to get you going.

Being the younger sister of Oikawa Tooru was no easy feat, especially when he was the head of Aobajohsai, one of the top yakuza families in Japan. It also wasn’t easy when your older brother was extremely protective of you, spouting out nonsense about keeping you safe from other rival yakuza. Since he became the head after your father, he had insisted on having your own personal bodyguard.

That’s where Matsukawa came in. Oikawa had assigned him as your bodyguard several years ago. At the beginning, he’d believed that it would be a boring babysitting job, but you’d proven him wrong with that defiant personality. For a while, you had avoided Matsukawa as much as possible, which usually meant sneaking away when his head was turned the other way. You kept him on his toes and he had soon begun to enjoy watching over you. He loved teasing you as much as he loved teasing Oikawa.

“Mattsun.” You drawled, your cheek resting against your fist. His eyes shifted to peek at you from the rear view mirror and he hummed for you to continue. “I want ice cream. Can we go get some?”

“Anything for the princess.” There was that blush again along with that irresistible pout. A deep chuckle resonated within his chest and he signaled to take a turn at the next corner, knowing where your favourite ice cream parlor by heart.

After spending years with you, he knew where all your favourite places were. He knew what made you happy and what made you sad. He was the first to know any troubles you had and the shoulder you cried on when you needed it. He was shield and your sword, and he vowed to stand by you not because it was his duty, but because he wanted to.

“You’ve got some ice cream here.” Matsukawa said, several minutes later when the both of you emerged out of the ice cream shop with waffle cones in hand. Gently, he thumbed away the light ice cream moustache on your upper lip and chuckled when your eyes went crossed eyed to try and see what he was doing. “There, all gone.”

Matsukawa had fallen in love with you.

thenightwasalliwanted  asked:

Hello! Just wanted to recommend galwednesday's 'The Winter Soldier vs Twitter (#BuckRogers)' for your social media tag as it's brilliant and well worth a read if you like that kind of format.

Thanks!

The Winter Soldier vs. Twitter (hashtag BuckRogers) by galwednesday

“Remember what I said about internet trolls?”

“Don’t feed the trolls.”

“Exactly. Did I not say the same thing to Barnes?” Tony asked rhetorically. “Were those not my exact words? I could have sworn they were, and yet.”

“Bucky’s feeding the trolls?”

“He’s throwing a goddamn seven-course troll banquet. Every time someone on Twitter asks if your relationship announcement is real, he replies. Colorfully.”

Steve opened his mouth to ask what “colorfully” meant, then caught the gleam in Tony’s eye and put two and two together. He blushed. Colorfully. “Oh.”

(Steve and Bucky announce their relationship in a very dignified press conference. Bucky then replies to every goddamn tweet asking him to confirm it with a different dirty euphemism. Things escalate from there.)

i was tagged by the lovely and brilliant @kuresoto (and your questions aren’t shit ass lmao)

here are the rules:

  • post the rules
  • answer the questions given to you by the tagger
  • post 11 questions of your own
  • tag 11 people 

1.) How do you want to see Reylo realistically happen?

realistically, i want them to struggle in their relationship at first (Rey doesn’t fully trust him and Kylo still feels conflicted about what path he’s meant to walk). i want them to come to a point of mutual understanding together and realizing that the other has good points, that there’s something they can learn and grow from one another. i guess by the end of trilogy i would love for them to have trust in each other, maybe Rey reaching for Kylo’s hand this time around

2. How do you take your tea? (I mean real tea, not fuckin gossip smh)

i actually don’t drink tea! i kind of hate it because it’s not sweet to me (and i also don’t drink coffee lol) but there’s this drink that’s almost basically tea that is popular in Mexico and other parts of Latin America, it’s called agua de jamaica and it’s just boiled hibiscus petals with sugar and you let it cool and it’s fucking delicious 

3. What is ONE Star Wars object you wish existed IRL?

hmmmm… i’ve always wanted a lightsaber tbh so that’s what i want

4. What do you prefer in Reylo fics: Angst or Fluff?

fluff!!! i love fluffy reylo and i love writing fluffy reylo :’) they’ve been through some dark shit and trying times (and are still in the midst of it) that i just like imagining them at peace somewhere, finally happy and able to breathe easy. i like creating a world for them where it isn’t just pain and suffering 

tho i also really enjoy reading angst (i seem to have a hard time writing it tho). my favorite is a combo of the two 

5. Who do you think will do/want to do the infamous robe drop in ST?

i think it’ll be Luke that ends up doing it because he’s really the only one with some heavy ass robes, but i would want it to be Kylo 

6. How many times do you think you’ll end up watching TLJ in cinemas?

most likely twice. if i love it and it caters to my shipper’s taste, i’ll probably go three times. the most i’ve ever seen a movie in theaters was five times lol with Mad Max: Fury Road. but i don’t think i’ll do that with TLJ

7. Are you going to do a media blackout the closer it gets to TLJ?

yes. i don’t want any spoilers! i’ll have a queue up and everything, but i really don’t want to see anything until i go see the movie myself. generally i love spoilers and i’ll read them before i go see a movie, but not with TLJ - i wanna be surprised and go in with my own expectations to see how i fare :’)

8. Do you think that Rey has intentionally killed someone on Jakku before TFA?

no. i think she might’ve done something that led to someone dying, but i don’t think she’s ever killed someone on Jakku intentionally. unless maybe they were trying to physically harm her or something, i just don’t see Rey as intentionally killing someone 

9. Do you think we’ll go back to Jakku in Ep 9?

i hope so. i think it’d be nice for Rey to kind of come back after everything she’s been through, a sort of homecoming to provide some closure for her 

it’d also be a nice mirror to Luke returning to Tattoine in ROTJ

10. Do you honestly believe we’ll get an explanation IN THE MOVIE for that boy Rey saw in her Force-back, and it’s not just a massive mistake on their part?

this is a shit answer but i really don’t know. i would like to have an explanation but i really don’t know

11: Knights of Ren or Praetorian Guards?

Knights of Ren 

my questions are:

  1. how do you see Rey’s and Kylo’s relationship developing in TLJ?
  2. what color blade do you believe Rey will have when she constructs her own saber? do you even think she will construct her own saber?
  3. when do you plan on going to see TLJ (midnight premier, opening day, some time later)? 
  4. what’s your favorite sweet snack?
  5. any fluffy or angsty headcanons for reylo (or Rey or Kylo)? 
  6. what do you think we’ll learn about Snoke in TLJ?
  7. are you going to read spoilers for TLJ or wait until you see it for yourself?
  8. favorite star wars planet (canon or legends)?
  9. do you think Kylo’s ever been to Naboo?
  10. what’s your favorite ship from star wars (the falcon, a TIE, b wing, etc)?
  11. do you think Kylo and Leia will have a scene together in TLJ?

okay i’m going to tag (with no pressure to do this ofc) @nightsofreylo | @littlemanicmonday | @soyeahso | @cobwebbing | @lucidlucy | @stressedoutkylo | @jediwhinetrick | @thekesselrun | @balanceofgray | @pissbabysithlord | @ohthatbunnygirl

aviatingwolves  asked:

Hey, I was creeping through your tags and noticed you mentioned a fic by darthnickles featuring a creepy Vader collecting pictures of his wayward son. Do you have a link? I have a /mighty need/.

Haha I know the feeling! So the original fic is down with @darthnickels’ tumblr (gone), but fortunately there’s a nice podfic here. The “panorama of paranoia” appears around -02:19. Fantastic little fic that does a lot of clever things simultaneously, I can’t recommend it enough

stupidnephilimlove  asked:

Hey lovely. Thanks so much for the follow, had to follow back because your tags are awesome. Hope you're having a brilliant day! :)

Thank you! That’s a huge compliment coming from you. Your tag game is on point! And super thanks for being my first ‘ask.’

My day is going to be great. Possibly brilliant even. I can feel it. I had a perfect Halloween yesterday. Now I’m coasting on those feels today. May your day be brilliant as well!

Countdown to Charles Challenge

Only 8 more episodes! I figured we could start a gif/graphic challenge to not only count down to the moment we’ve all been waiting for, but to also celebrate what we’ve loved most about the show before the highly-anticipated time jump!

You can do them out of order, just do the ones you want, whatever. I just thought it would be fun to take a look back on the show so far.

Tag your brilliant creations with Countdown to Charles so we can see all the amazing things you come up with! 

Please reblog and share!

  1. Favorite Liar
  2. Favorite Supporting Character
  3. Favorite Villain
  4. Favorite “A” Moment(s)
  5. Favorite Ship
  6. Favorite Friendship
  7. Favorite Family Relationship
  8. Favorite Season
  9. Favorite Episode
  10. Favorite Premiere
  11. Favorite Mid-Season Finale
  12. Favorite Finale
  13. Favorite Scene/Moment
  14. Favorite Place/Set
  15. Favorite Holiday Special
  16. Your Ideal “A”/Charles Suspect