because i felt like it yolo

I am straight and I firmly believe Sherlock and John are in love

I’m gonna say this once because I often see the tjlr argument that only people of the LGBT+ community claim to see evidence for Johnlock and support it.

This is wrong. There are many straight people who acknowledge, like and / or support Johnlock just as much. All my friends in real life who have watched Sherlock, for example. 

I, personally, never doubted it. EVER. Since the dinner at Angelo’s.  Johnlock is plain as day. And it is my OTP.

honestly i think the reason as to why percy is so hard to place in one hogwarts house is because of the fact that he displays such strong qualities that overlap between the houses. if we look at the qualities that percy possesses compared to the characteristics stated in the sorting hat’s song, he embodies almost all of them. 

foremost, in the gryffindor verse it says that gryffindors are brave at heart, and are daring, have great nerve, and are chivalrous. We have seen throughout many books that he is indeed brave and daring, and he does have nerves of steel at some points (ex, jumping off the st. louis arch and falling with annabeth into tartarus). He also shows great acts of chivalry & this aspect is also seen throughout other parts of his personality

as for the hufflepuff verse, it says that members of the house are just and loyal, as well as being patient and unafraid of toil. clearly, percy displays a lot of loyalty throughout the books, whether it be for annabeth or his mom or for his camp. he is also not afraid of fighting anyone or anything in order to protect those he is loyal to.

in the ravenclaw verse it is less obvious that percy shares some similarities to that house (seeing as it talks about having a ready mind, having a lot of wit & will to learn) however, percy does display these qualities throughout both series, as he wants to learn any different things (ex. learning how to defeat kronos, learning how to unite both the greeks and romans, learning how to change the way he perceives the world). also he shows how witty he is through both his sense of humor and how fast his mind works in different situations (mostly fights, etc)

now the slytherin verse talks mostly about finding real friends, and calls slytherins cunning and ambitious. percy obviously cares a lot about finding his real friends (and he finds them in annabeth, grover, the seven (eventually), etc) so that’s a pretty obvious one. however percy is exceptionally cunning, whether it be in battle or just everyday life. correct me if im wrong, but im pretty sure annabeth in the books has said how intelligent percy is (even though he comes off as stubborn or oblivious at times)

in all honestly im not sure what kind of conclusion i was trying to make by writing all of this out, but the one i have come to is that all of these characteristics, although make him hard to classify in one house, show that percy is an exceptionally strong protagonist that exhibits powerful qualities that make him a hero.

Therefore, i am concluding that this whole sorting thing is kind of backwards because percy doesn’t really fit in any of the houses because he has shown that he belongs in all of them

Write it in a Poem

WC: 5940. Rated G. Season 6 Spec/Stydia fic.

A/N: So this isn’t so much a stydia fic as a season 6 spec fic, which I for some reason felt compelled to write despite the fact that a) no one cares and b) it will be canonballed in a matter of 3 months. But seriously, it’s because I saw this post from @rongasm speculating about what that piece of paper in Lydia’s hand was in that one scene in the trailer. and my mind apparently really wanted to come up with an answer to that question and would not leave me alone until I wrote it down. It’s honestly pretty stupid lol but I decided to post it because, well because yolo basically. But if somebody enjoys it, well, that’s an awesome bonus.


Lydia Martin’s not really a fan of cliches.

Which is why she really hates the fact that she has always felt like something is… missing from her life. Also why she never mentions this fact, to anyone, ever.

But that cliche phrase feels like the only way to describe what she’s feeling; sometimes she’ll be eating a Reese cup, or cheering on Scott as he plays lacrosse, or idly watching a baseball game play on the TV mounted on a restaurant wall and she’ll feel a wave of… something. It’s like having a word on the tip of her tongue, only it’s ten times worse and she remembers feeling it for as long as she can remember.

It only gets worse the day she finds the letter.

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Jacob Frye Appreciation Post

It’s easy to say that Jacob needs Evie far more than Evie needs Jacob.

She constantly needs to keep an eye on him so that he doesn’t screw up too badly, and even 20 years later he still needs her to settle things with Jack the Ripper when they get out of control.

But let’s consider for a moment that if it weren’t for Jacob, Evie probably would never have left Crawley. Because George Westhouse and the Assassin’s Council had decided that London was a Templar stronghold too difficult to break into yet and advised patience, Evie would have probably followed their orders and stayed put.

Yet Jacob was that “voice of YOLO” that convinced her that there were better things waiting for them in London, and that was probably one of the very few moments where she admitted that he was right. She needed him, in that moment, to give her that little mental nudge to do something crazy and unplanned and not regret it.

And I like how Jacob felt it was important to convince Evie to join him – he could otherwise have been like, “Suit yourself Evie, you can stay in Crawley; I’m heading to London with or without you,” and hopped on that train alone; but Jacob knew his sister would be better off living up to her full potential out in the city, and got on that train only after Evie was convinced that she was going, too.

SIBLING DYNAMIC IS THE BEST DYNAMIC

Preference #11: After a One Night Stand

Requested by: Anonymous

Niall: I woke up to small snores coming from beside the half naked blonde boy from beside me. I looked from him to myself and back to him; now being sober, everything was slowly coming together. You were not one to have a one night stand. This would be your first. It was just that you were having such a fun night at the irish pub and then you met…what was his name? You looked at him once more to try and jolt the memory of his name back but it was no use. All you remembered was that you clicked so well with him and the next thing you knew you were back here. You barely remember the sex. You didn’t know what you were supposed to do now. Do I get up and shower? Do I just get my stuff and call a cab? Would a cab take to long to get here? Should I just walk? I don’t even know where I am. You’d continue this mental fight in your head of what to do, meanwhile the boy had finally woken up. “Shit, that was a good fuckin’ night,” he’d say, making you jump. “Sorry?” you’d say. “You’re very good at..you know,” he’d chuckle and flip himself onto his stomach and sink his head deeper into the pillow. “Thanks, uh, I think i’m gonna head on out, you know? It was…nice. See you around, maybe, I guess.” You mentally slapped yourself for how stupid you sounded. “Wait,” he said quickly sitting up in the bed, sheets still covering his lower half. “You don’t have to leave yet. Why don’t you stay for breakfast?” You looked from the floor to him, and he had a worried expression on his face. “I don’t know…” “I make a mean bowl of cereal. We’ve got a bunch of options,” he persuaded. You giggled in response. “Come on, lets get dressed and I’ll make us something.” You nodded, but you had one question. “Don’t hate me, I was really drunk last night. But I am completely blanking on your name. I’m so sorry this is so embarrassing.–” “Niall,” he said, cutting you off while smiling. “You’re cute, Y/N.”

Louis: Looking around the room, there was not one thing you recognized. You didn’t know where you were, whose place you were at, and that caused you to panic. “Hello?” You called out shyly. You were too nervous to walk around the house to find someone, so you just stayed in the bedroom. You were only adorned in your panties and someone’s loose shirt, and it was obvious that you did the deed last night. You sat back on the bed once you realized you weren’t going to get a response, and you thought back to last night. It was your best friend’s 21st birthday, and you and your mutual friends had all gone out to the club with her. You met someone, but you couldn’t remember who. You looked around the room and saw some mail on his desk besides the bed, so you quickly ran over to see if there was a name on the envelope. Louis Tomlinson. The name clicked and finally everything else came together. Suddenly, you didn’t feel as nervous as you had moments earlier. He was so kind and so funny, that you were disappointed that it was only a one night stand. “Louis?” You called louder. “In the kitchen,” He called back. You didn’t want to go into the kitchen with nothing on over your panties, but you didn’t want to go through his things either for a pair of pants. You looked all over for your clothes from last night, but it was like they disappeared. You slowly made your way from the bedroom to where you heard Louis singing quietly. When he saw you in the doorway, he smiled and motioned for you to come in. “Hello Y/N,” he said happily. “Sleep well?” You nodded in response. “I don’t want you to think I do this kind of thing a lot. I don’t do one night stands or anything like that. I really like you. You’re interesting. I want to get to know you.” You were surprised because you had mentally prepared yourself to be leaving as soon as you left the bedroom. “I mean, I definitely enjoyed myself last night,” he started with a chuckle, as he reminisced about last night’s endeavors, “but maybe we could start over. Because I don’t want this to be a typical one night stand where you leave and we don’t talk again.” “I don’t want that either, Louis.” With that being said, he walked over to you and took your hand. “I’m Louis, Louis Tomlinson.” You couldn’t help but laugh. “Y/N,” This was the beginning of something special.

Harry: This was so not like you. To bring a boy back to your place and have sex with him without knowing anything about him was just so completely out of the norm for you. So when you woke up to a boy snuggled up to you who you barely knew, you began to feel nervous. You remembered everything; you weren’t that drunk. You had found this guy, Harry, to be so kind that when the night had ended and both of your friend groups had decided to call it a night, neither of you wanted to leave. So you invited him back to your place and it didn’t take long to get him into bed with you. But since you’ve never done the “one night stang” gig before, you had absolutely no idea what to do next. Whether you liked it or not, this guy is basically a stranger. With no other idea of what to do, you shook him awake. “Harry?” you said as you shook his shoulder slightly. He slowly stirred until he opened his eyes and saw you. Then he smiled. “Good morning, Y/N? Eager for round two?” You gave him a disgusted face, but he just laughed. “Just kidding, love.” “So, i’m not exactly sure what we do next. Do you want anything to eat? A shower? I have work in two hours but I don’t really know how long you plan to stay.” He rolled over and got out of your bed. “I’m actually already late for work, so I should be heading out.” He grabbed his shirt and pulled on his pants.  You laughed and he gave you a questioning look. “I was just thinking: I don’t know what i’m supposed to do to say goodbye. Do I hug you? Give you a kiss? Wave goodbye awkwardly?” This caused you both to laugh, “I don’t know either,” he said smiling, “I’m just as new to this whole thing as you are,” This confession had made you feel a lot more at ease. “I’ll see you around, Y/N,” he said as he walked through the door. As he walked to the door, you made the split second decision to go after him. Just as you caught up to him he turned around and you hit into him, “Wait!” you both said at the same time. “You first,” You both said. “No you,” he said, finally putting you on the spot. “It’s just, I don’t really want to have you leave.” He smiled, looking relieved. “Good, because I really don’t want to leave you yet. I can call out of work. I didn’t want this to be a typical one night thing.” Those words couldn’t have made you happier.

Zayn: You had decided yesterday that you were going to live by the phrase “yolo”. You had been crying to your friend about how you felt like your life has been a whole lot of nothing and you haven’t done anything with your life. She told you that you need to start doing something new, make a change, and be open to new opportunities. So when a new opportunity came up later that night to go back to a stranger’s house and have sex with him came up, you thought to yourself, yolo, and you went for it. And it was not something you regretted in the least. You had an incredible night with this guy named Zayn, and the only thing that was ruining it was the fact that it was most likely a one night stand, and you would have to leave soon. You knew this was something he probably did regularly, or at least it seemed like it was because of how good he was last night. You decided that it was best to just leave a note on his bedside table and then leave. As you were writing your note, you heard him stir, and you mumbled a quick, “shit,” under your breath. You quickly finished it up and left it on the desk where you had been writing it. As you left the bedroom, looking for the front door, you heard Zayn call out for you., “Y/N?” You stayed where you were, as you heard him shuffling about in his room. Finally, he emerged from his room wearing only his boxer briefs, looking sexy as hell, reminding you of last night. “Where are you going?” he asked quickly. “I was just, uh, getting going,” He moved in quick strides to you. “Here, i’ll come with. Want to go get some breakfast? I know a really nice diner. Awesome pancakes, I promise.” As he went back to his room to get changed, you couldn’t help but smile because maybe this meant that he felt something more towards you than just a fuck and chuck.

Liam: You had both been alone at the pub. You had both been sulking about your crumbling relationships. You had both been on opposite sides of the bar. But Liam saw your red eyes and he knew he could relate to your sadness somehow. So he moved to you, bought you a shot, and you both explained how your relationships have been falling apart. At one point, you just felt so connected to Liam that you just kissed him. That was all he needed to call a taxi and bring you back to his place, the whole ride home filled with french kisses and touching each other’s bodies. You went inside and were quick to have sex, and were quick to pass out. Now, the next morning. You were both awake but neither of you knew what to do next. You were both thinking about your significant others who you would need to tell about last night. Regardless, you both felt connected, and you found comfort in each other’s presence. So when you finally decided to get up and go home, he took your wrist in his hand and he pulled you back down to the bed. You looked at him confused. “I don’t want you to leave yet, because i’ve been feeling like shit the entire week and finally I find you and you made me forget about everything that is going wrong in my life. Please stay for a while longer, at least.” You couldn’t say no to him. Without speaking, you just got right back into the bed and cuddled up close to him, trying to push out the thoughts of your boyfriend that was probably at your doorstep confused to why you aren’t answering his calls.

Equilibrium

Title: Equilibrium
Pairing: n/a
Word count: 407 words
A/N: Sequel to this. Inspired by the death!anon and @catnoirism

I wrote more Kishia - I hope you like it. ;D I’m adding fuel to the fire and I know it but I don’t care. IF I’M GOING DOWN, YOU’RE GOING DOWN WITH ME 


“Adrien.”

Marinette’s smile turned downward and her eyes became red. A red substance trickled down her arms, dripping off her fingers.

“Why didn’t you save me?”

And then she was falling, falling, falling into the crimson soaked pavement, red bleeding into her hair and on his hands, oh, God, on his hands –

A hand on his shoulder, burning – no, That voice – Adrien shot up, mind foggy, grabbing onto the arm – the attack – too tightly –

“Ow, ow, ow! Dude, stop! You’re hurting me, Adrien!”

He pulled back, staring at Nino as he rubbed his wrist, heart thundering in his chest. The fog cleared, and horror crept in as he stared at the marks on his friend’s wrist from where his nails dug into his dark skin –

“Oh, my God. Nino. I-I’m – I swear – I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to –” He stuttered, and Nino waved his hand, sitting down next to him.

“It’s cool, dude.” He said, and Adrien was tempted to snap, no, it’s not cool – I just hurt my best friend. “I shouldn’t have startled you like that.”

He breathed out slowly and ran his fingers through his already messy hair, closing his eyes – but his heart kept thundering and the world felt off, strange – Not right. He was Chat Noir for Pete’s sake. He shouldn’t have – Ladybug shouldn’t – He should have been the one in her place –

“Are you okay, Adrien?” Madam Bustier said, her blue eyes concerned, but he noticed he wasn’t touching her and he was tempted to snap at her, Of course I’m okay. I just lost one of my best friends, and worse, I failed in my duty as her partner to protect her.

He began to shake his head, but then he quickly corrected himself and nodded. “I’m fine,” he whispered, voice hoarse and raspy. He winced. “I will be fine,” he corrected. Not.

She didn’t look convinced, but she nodded and walked over to her desk. He watched as the rest of the class trickled in, all of them saying quiet hellos to him and Nino but not actually approaching them. Alya, who’s eyes had dark bags underneath them, who looked just as tired as he felt, touched his shoulder briefly before she slid into her spot behind Nino.

He wondered how an empty spot could feel like it was blaming him too.  

It shouldn’t be empty, he thought. And he knew that that was the truth.


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anonymous asked:

I think Even is probably feeling really blindsided, kind of like Isak felt when he got the text? Because even though Even wanted space he probably didn't expect Isak to withdraw as completely as he is! Obviously Isak has good reason to, but Even doesn't know that so...

YEs! Thank you :D Don’t forget that between the two of them Even is actually the last person who said something! :) He sent a message (and as far as we know!) Isak didn’t reply??? And if he doesn’t know that Isak saw him and Sonja, then? But yeah, they need to talk.. Real soon:( ♥

I Told You [An AH OT6/Ragehappy fic]

Title: I Told You

Pairing: AH OT6 [Gents-centric with a bit of R and R thrown in there.]

Rating: K+

Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Fluff

Words: 941

Warnings: Sickies

Prompt/Summary: Yawning, he allowed himself to close his eyes. He’d only rest his eyes. Just for a minute..

A/N: Just another fluffy sickfic because I know people like these for some reason and yolo because I do too. Haha. ~No One

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