because i'm going to need it later

I swear to god one of the worst things about having tumours is actually having to deal with an estranged side of the family because it’s genetic and they need to get genetically tested but there’s not enough info out there so instead I have to have long conversations about the disease like come on universe the tumours are bad enough for real.

Gladiolus Amicitia x Reader

Here we go. Forgive me if there’s typos or anything, because I wrote this on my phone, it’s nearly 2am, and I’ve been fighting a headache for hours. Let me know if there’s anything I need to fix and I’ll whip out my laptop tomorrow to fix it up!

@chocobro-daydreams since you wanted to see this 😘

Your eyes were closed to the damp, dark night, and with each breath that brought the cool air into your lungs, you felt more and more at peace. The midsummer sun had lowered itself behind the tree line ages ago, leaving no sign of its previous appearance in the sky, and it brought with it a feeling of deliverance, so to speak.

All morning, Gladio had insisted, or rather pleaded with puppy eyes, upon exploring the expanse of wilderness surrounding the cabin, so all afternoon the two of you were left sweltering under the burning sun while mapping out the countless trails in the valley. You could still smell the sweat lingering on your burned skin. Your nose wrinkled at this. A shower sounded welcoming, but it seemed that wouldn’t happen anytime soon because either there was a blockage from not being used in quite a while or something with the whole set up was entirely broken.

Currently, Gladio labored away in the bathroom, tinkering with whatever tools he found in the cabinets to see if he could get the water running properly. He promised that he could at least do that for his princess, although he couldn’t promise that the water would be hot.

Opening your eyes, you sighed and let your fingers trail over the rough wood stairs you sat on. Being clean was nice, but not necessary at the moment. The two of you were both rather sweaty and disgusting from your adventures, so you might as well be disgusting together.

But, he insisted.

A smile crept onto your lips as you traced overtop the little patterns in the wood and gazed out at the fireflies that had emerged from the tree line. Gladio would honestly drop anything for you, and you adored that about him. His undying love and loyalty. But, damn it, you wished he would take some time for himself and join you out on the deck. The scenery was gorgeous, almost too much so for words to do it any justice. Beyond the stairs was a wide gravel path that curved its way through the forest and back to the main road miles away, and the Regalia sat parked off to the side. A small meadow of tall grasses and summer wild flowers populated the opposite side of the drive, and gradually sloped gently to the sandy bank of a slow-moving creek.

The creek.

Suddenly, that seemed like a much better option than listening to the occasional curses coming from within the cabin, though Gladio had been quiet for quite some time now. Smirking slightly, you admitted to yourself that practicality wasn’t the only reason bathing in the creek with Gladio was such an excellent idea.

It didn’t matter how long the two of you had been a couple; The thought of him stripped of his clothes beneath the night sky caused your cheeks to burn.

“God damn it,” You hissed to yourself, suddenly even more impatient that before. “Hurry up Gladio.”

Ten minutes passed, or maybe more? Your shoulder rested against the deck railing, and with each passing moment creeping further into the night, you grew weary of waiting. While the sun had vanished, the humidity in the air still left you feeling particularly sticky, and that can only be tolerable for so long before it expand dreadfully miserable.

Suddenly, a huge crash from within the cabin jolted you from your sluggishness, almost causing you to crack your head directly off of the wooden beam. It sounded as if dozens and dozens of metal tools had just clattered to the floor individually. Silence followed.

Then, “FUCK.” Gladio swore as another violent crash sounded, but this time caused directly by him chucking the tools back into a cabinet.

Immediately, you snorted and buried your face in your hands. Oh my god, Gladio. To hear him lose his composure over a freaking shower was hilarious. His footsteps grew louder, coming towards the door, and you tried to stifle your laughter before he opened it and made a scene for laughing at him, but you couldn’t hide the ridiculously guilty smile on your face. Honestly, you looked a bit like Prompto after he made an awful pun and was trying not to laugh at himself.

Wordlessly, Gladio sat down beside you, shirtless, barefooted, and covered in more sweat than during your hike earlier. You’d be drooling over him if not for the laughter you were trying to contain. When he continued to say nothing, you teased him, “Sounds like you were having fun.”

His dark eyes turned to you wistfully. “Amicitia’s are not meant to be plumbers. I would rather take on the Archaeon himself than do that again.”

You knew Gladio wasn’t as riled up over it as he seemed, but he was definitely disappointed that he couldn’t get it working for you. Playfully, you punched his thigh and drawled, “Oh, come on, a shower or the Archaeon? That’s a pretty bold claim, or that’s one tough fucking shower.”

Finally, his face broke into a grin. “It’s one helluva shower. Don’t know how long it’s been since someone used it,” Then, it softened to reveal his disappointment. “But it doesn’t look like we’ll be using it. Sorry, princess.”

Gently, you rested your palm on his leg and rubbed little circles with your thumb. “That’s alright, you did your best.” You paused, biting your lip as you turned to face him. One hand rested upon his tattooed shoulder while the other laid on his chest. “I have a better idea anyway.”

A smirk formed from your lips as Gladio raised an eyebrow inquisitively. His arms enveloped your waist, pulling you closer against his warm skin, but you quickly smacked his hands away. “Someone’s feisty,” The timbre of his voice lowered; he leaned closer, his lips barely brushing against your ear as he murmured, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”

You almost whined in response. Almost. You fought to ignore the way your body so quickly began to ache for him, and instead trailed your fingertips down his chest. Down, down, with feathery touches across his abdomen. Gladio’s skin shivered beneath your touch. Your fingers danced along the waistband of his pants, daring to go closer, but not committing to it. Mimicking him, you grinned, “Do I have to teach you how to behave?”

His lips parted to reply, but he inhaled sharply at the feeling of your hand suddenly grabbing him through his pants.

In a flash, you wiggled out of his embrace and darted down the stairs, giggling mischievously at the star struck expression he wore. Gladio blinked. “What the hell??”

You stood, a smiling figure illuminated by the light seeping from the cabin windows, and curled your finger at him, “Come here, big boy.” You pulled your shirt from over your head, and before your hands had even moved to unbutton your shorts, Gladio had nearly sprung up from the stairs. He moved swiftly, discarding his pants faster than you could remove your own.

“Oh, you’re gonna get it now!” His arms swept beneath your legs, picking you off the ground and slinging you over his shoulder. He started for the water, and you began to squeal.

He was going to throw you in, the motherfucker.

You had wanted to go in the water, but not like this, oh HELL no. His feet touched the water and sloshed as he walked further out. You pounded your fists on his back to no avail. “No, no, no, no, GLADIO NO-”

“In you go!” He laughed loud and heartily as he dumped you over his shoulders, plunging deep beneath the cool water for only a few moments.

You wished you had breached the surface like one of those graceful models from those beach photo shoots, but frankly, you looked more like something vomited up from the bottom of the ocean. The water pasted your hair to your face, and it stuck in your mouth and in all the places it didn’t belong.

God damn, was Gladio having a good time cackling at you. His hand was over his stomach, head tilted back, laughing at your pitiful appearance just floating in the creek like some resident monster. “Listen, Gladdy? Get in here and fight me. It’s WAR now.” You threatened while trying to slick your hair back so you could see.

“I’ll come in, but I’m not fighting you.” He sauntered forward, deeper into the water where you hovered with a pouty expression. As soon as he was within reach, you splashed water up his entire front. Gladio extended his arms as an invitation, “Make love, not war?”

You could play this out all night. Dramatically, you flipped your messy hair back across your eyes, stuck out your leg and put your foot on his chest to stop his advances. “None shall pass unless a champion comes to slay the great-”

Halfway through your monologue, Gladio chuckled, “Nah.” In one fluid move, he grabbed your leg and tipped you over backwards beneath the water again.

He had a death wish.

When you emerged, Gladio’s arms immediately captured you and pulled you to his chest. “The legendary monster has been defeated.” Softly, his lips placed a kiss on top of your head.

Your plan didn’t go as planned. At all. “Fight me.”

He placed another kiss on your forehead when you looked up at him. “You’re ridiculous.” He joked, a wide smile tugging at his lips as you stuck your tongue out at him. “I love you.”

“You love me? That explains why you dumped me headfirst into the water.” You pursed your lips, challenging him.

Although, with the way his gaze softened, you could tell that he wouldn’t joke about his feelings for you. Those were serious. Gladio pressed his forehead to yours, eyes taking in every detail of how you looked from the curve of your jaw, to the shape of your lips, to the color of your eyes with the stars above reflected in them. “I do love you. More than anyone or anything I’ve ever known.”

Your heart faltered as it did every time he said those words. How could you have gotten so lucky? “I know you do,” You smiled softly and pressed your lips briefly against his. “I love you, too.”

He held you against him for seemingly forever, peppering kisses across your cheeks and neck, lingering there longer with his lips pressed against your pulse, and his hands might have begun to wander, but he made no move to abandon the water for the cabin or even just the shore. “Gladio,” you sighed and tugged at the edge of his the boxers he still wore. “Inside. Now.”

You felt his lips smirk against your skin. “The shower’s broken, but the bed isn’t…yet.”

“You’re terrible.”

okAY waiT can we talk about THE FOXHOLE COURT (or all for the game series) for just one fuCKING SECOND?!?! if you haven’t rEad this fuckinG book you better go get yourself a copy bECAUSE holy hell. ALL OF THE CHARACTERS are so vibrant and you fall in deep gross love with all of them except maybe aaron and the development in the main character will have you fall to your knees in pridE. you will give your first born child just to make neil smile and every interaction with andrew has your stomach doing backFliPS and you literallY just want EVERYONE TO BE HAPPY. the writing style will kill you, like be prepared to just read the end in your fuCking coffin.

IF YOU HAVEN’T TAKEN ANYTHING FROM THIS JUST REMEMBER THIS ONE THING: these books will haunt you forever, in the most beautiful way. 



Prompto and galaxy freckles.

Okay I can explain this. I was like “lemme try some make up and put this wig on so i can understand how much i need to fix before going out of my room with this mess on” and I ended “oh God who cares about freckles, let me do some galaxy freckles for Prompto because he DESERVE IT.”

And after that I need to take selfies, I mean, come on, I don’t have self esteem but I’ll try because maybe you will like them as my friend did, so.

Mari Christmas! (*^∀゚)ъ

When gift boxes start falling from the sky, everyone thinks it’s a Christmas miracle. The scores of solid objects blasting through the roofs of their homes moments later remind them that just maybe, they should be worrying about the laws of gravity as well. Some choose to hide from the barrage in their homes, while others decide to scramble outside to seek shelter elsewhere.

Bad choice. The townspeople scream and dive out of the way as a pink helicopter swoops low to the ground. Eight children are nearly decapitated. They’re being comforted by their parents after this traumatizing experience as the helicopter slows its descent and hovers in place.

The door to the aircraft slams open to reveal Ohara Mari wearing a red Santa suit and obviously fake white beard. She takes in everyone’s terrified faces with interest. Then, Mari winks, forms a circle with her thumb and forefinger, and whispers, “It’s joke!

No one says a word. Perhaps they’re in shock over the whole situation. Mari doesn’t pay them any mind and says, “Ciao~” before closing the door. The helicopter begins to pick up height, and the bystanders shake themselves out of their stupor so that they can quickly back away before they’re blown off their feet by the resulting winds. Mari’s helicopter veers sharply right and takes off, nearly colliding with a power line. The crowd watches the helicopter slowly fade from sight in stunned silence.

Thousands of homes are destroyed. The entire town is laid to waste, and children weep at the loss of their image of Santa Claus.

But it’s okay, because Dia is money. Mari will drop off the bill for the damages at the Kurosawa estate in the morning.

She chuckles to herself as her helicopter flies off into the night. With this, Dia will definitely regret telling the Ohara heiress that Santa wasn’t real when they were first years.


Do you think your friends would forgive you?

Returning Home:  Ash disappears without a trace one night. Shortly after, a body is found and concluded to be his, and his friends and family are left to go on without him—until, over a year later, someone knocks on Misty’s door in the middle of the night.

Presenting the most self-indulgent thing I’ve ever done: a gifset of my own fic. If you like the idea and would like to see one for your fic, after Pokeshipping Week I might do a few on request!


On the list of things that were seriously considered but not done because a companion was in the room at the time, we have Fisto.

If it were just ED-E or Rex, or if the companion of the moment were Arcade or Cass or Veronica or even Raul, then maybe he would’ve gone for it. But poor Boone’s brain doesn’t need to be scarred that badly.


So… I have nothing left in my queue rn. I have no idea when I’ll be able to look for stuff because I’m in my final two months of university and things are getting hectic 😱😱. So yeaaahhh I’ll probably only be active when there’s new Daesung content… unless I get overbearing Daesung feels and go looking through the depths of tumblr for him which is bound to happen sooner or later let’s be honest I am trash.


When I ask the kids to do something and they have to know WHY WHY WHY before they will actually do it.

anonymous asked:

Hey:) I'm looking for a story where Arthur finds out about Merlin's magic and banishes him, and then Merlin becomes King of the Druids or something similar, and their paths cross later when Camelot is in need, I think. Do you know what that story is called? Thanks

Hey anon! Maybe What Happens Without Merlin by sunshineofthespotlessmind, but I’m not sure……

Summary: When Merlin leaves, Arthur can’t go after him, because he’s the King now; Kings can’t just run after servants. This is what happens after, in which Gaius is angry, Merlin becomes someone new, and Gwaine is surprisingly helpful. And Arthur… changes.

I called you on Friday because I had gotten myself into trouble and needed some help, but you were on meds for the pain in your arm and couldn’t do much for me.
I was thinking about your voice when I called. We were laughing because I suck at whispering and you couldn’t understand a word I was saying. It was late and I was shocked you were even up but I’m so glad you were. I was thinking about how happy I was that we were friends.
But now I’m thinking about marching to your house, pulling your shirt towards me, and kissing your lips until all of the pain that comes with missing you is gone. There’s still so much love here and I’m not quite sure what you expect me to do with it.
—  Seven months later
Because I have no cure
  • Me: * looks at watch * 2:00 a.m
  • Brain: Wow, it's already too late. Bedtime
  • Me: Hm ... * sighs * yeah, let me finish this chapter
  • Brain: Okay ... You know it will not end. You should sleep now.
  • Me: what? Of course I can go to sleep after this chapter. I will enjoy that the story is a quiet moment.
  • Brain: You know tha-
  • Me: Oh, please ... Just wait.
  • * 20 minutes later*
  • Brain: Okay ... now that's enough. Have you finished the chapter!
  • Me: Um ... But it ended in such a good way. I need to at least start the next chapter!
  • Brain: No ... If this continues you will go to sleep ace 5:00 am as the day before. NOW IT'S TIME TO GO TO SLEEP
  • Me: * sigh * Okay ... Whatever.
  • *An hour later*
  • Brain: I give up.
  • Me: I stopped reading ... I'm just checking my twitter, facebook, snapchat, tumblr ...
  • Brain: I give up ... Fuck this shit, let's at least read the fanfic.
  • Me: * smiles * That's right brother. If you can not win, join the sinking ship.

Tfw you’re so excited about a new plot idea and you can barely even write it down fast enough because it just keeps developing in your mind and then 6 pages later you finish up a couple of small details and realize to implement this new idea you’ll have to rewrite almost EVERYTHING.

You know, the thing that hurts me the most, more than the shit She Li tells him or the fact that the fucker thought he’s the best option around (because his situation is bad already, right? needs some saving) is how.. easily Guan Shan gives in. Like it doesn’t matter anyway if he goes to school or not. If he gets in trouble or not. If he’s going to be used, because he’s used to being treated that way. “don’t put on a victimized face” “that is your fate” — he’s told he’s not allowed to fight it (what a disgusting way to fucking manipulate someone). Even if there’s trouble, maybe he doesn’t tell his mother about it. Thinks it’s better to handle it by himself. And I feel like he’s carrying some sort of burden that he shouldn’t carry for his age, but what can he do? He doesn’t, really, seem to find other options. Like, maybe he’s clinging to this hope that things might get better if I do this, and it doesn’t matter if I feel like shit if things end up good. He’s really so desperate, he might do anything to make it work. And it pains and worries me and I really, really hope He Tian reaches out before it’s too late. Makes him believe he’s worth more that, that there might be other options, too, if he allows it. He’s maybe the only one who can make this stop. Because, at this point, I think there’s already some sort of subtle parallel between He Tian and She Li (and I will probably get on that later). At least, that what I’m seeing (?) or maybe that’s what I want to see.

I don’t want Guan Shan to follow this shady, dangerous path, I don’t want him to believe that’s all he’s worth. I’m aware his situation might be more difficult than we can predict, but still, still, he deserves to be safe and happy.

  • John: *swatting at bees* Bloody things...
  • Sherlock: *mesmerised*
  • Molly: *smiles; examining body* They're really quite harmless, you know, and incredibly fascinating.
  • John: *grumbles* You sound like him *nods at Sherlock* You're supposed to be helping, you know.
  • Sherlock: *distracted* Mmmm.
  • Molly: *smiles affectionately* I was always amazed by them. My Dad told me to respect them because they were keeping us alive and he always had these little facts. Did you know, for example, honey bees have 170 odorant receptors, compared with only 62 in fruit flies and 79 in mosquitoes. Their exceptional olfactory abilities include kin recognition signals, social communication within the hive, and odor recognition for finding food. Their sense of smell is so precise that it could differentiate hundreds of different floral varieties and tell whether a flower carried pollen or nectar from metres away.
  • *distant sounds of Sherlock dropping things*
  • Molly: *oblivious; shaking her head at the corpse* Despite the stings, I don't think this man died of anaphlactic shock. I'll need to do tests for sure but I'd say it was some sort of poison. Why would so many bees sting him and risk death?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *quickly readjusts his coat*
  • John: *confused* Death?
  • Molly: *quickly; gesturing at the body* When a honey bee stings a person, it cannot pull the barbed stinger back out. It leaves behind not only the stinger, but also part of its abdomen and digestive tract, plus muscles and nerves. This massive abdominal rupture kills the honey bee. Where are the 'stingers' on the body and the dead bees? *looking between the two* They're the only species of bees to die after stinging and there's no evidence to suggest that was cause of death.
  • John: I guess you're right (to Sherlock) What do you think?
  • Sherlock: *staring at Molly; huskily* You don't want to know what I'm thinking.
  • Molly: *stands up* I'll know more when we get to Bart's.
  • John: *nods* I'll go get the cab *leaves the crime scene*
  • Molly: *gathers her equipment and moves to follow John*
  • Sherlock: *catches Molly's arm before she passes; leans in to whisper in her ear* You have no idea how badly I wish to shag you right now.
  • Molly: *blushes* Oh *swallows* I have the rest of my shift-
  • Sherlock: *swoops Molly up for a passionate kiss*
  • Molly: *sways* I suppose I could...tell Mike something.
  • Sherlock: *grins*