because-oh-yes.-i-do

It was good to see you again, dearheart.  Take up Caladbolg, and protect this world.

Ive has been waiting for canonical closure for a very long time now.  Did he want to stay in that memory forever? Yes.  But it’s something, and one last time is better than never at all.

break time 🍓 🍓 this friendship is something merlin needed tbh. oh well!

(percival) (leon) ( gwaine ) (elyan) (arthur)

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ᴜɴᴄʜᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ 4 → ʙɪᴋᴇʀ ꜱᴋɪɴꜱ

𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙴𝚕 𝙳𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚘 
𝖯𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾: 𝖱𝖺𝖿𝖾 𝖠𝖽𝗅𝖾𝗋

The Shirt

anonymous requested:  “ Can you do a Calum imagine where you wear his shirt to bed and he gets extremely horny so he has to drop your kid off at grandmas and well you know what happens next. ;D”

OH MY GOD YES I LOVE THIS BECAUSE I CAN TOTALLY SEE CALUM DOING THIS ON A REGULAR BASIS
But I honestly have no idea how to write smut so yeah…

“Babe, you have got to stop doing that,” Calum groaned while shoving the nearest pillow into his face.

“What the hell are you talking about. I’m literally doing nothing,” you questioned while bending over to pick up Calum’s pants that he carelessly threw on the ground moments before getting into the California King sized bed.

“That! That right there! Stop it! You know what happened last time,” he rambled while aimlessly waving his hands at your body. You looked down at your attire and smirked, knowing exactly what he was getting at; his grey State Champs t-shirt you were wearing to sleep in. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, babe,” you smirked while purposely reaching down again, making sure Calum could see that you weren’t wearing anything underneath the rather large shirt. He groaned again, throwing the pillow at you, clearly not appreciating your actions. You giggled as you noticed the growing bulge in your husband’s briefs.

“You’re such a fucking tease,” he groaned again.

“I still to this day don’t understand why me wearing your clothes turns you on so much,” you teased while climbing on top of him and straddling his lap. “We’ve been together eight years and a piece of fabric on me that you usually wear on stage is what gets you horny,” you laughed as you trailed your fingers over his chest along the fresh tattoo of three lions on left peck. You were shocked when he came home with it after what you thought was a day at the studio. You vividly remember the smile on his face as he told you that the three lions represented his pride; his family; you and Alani. He distracted you from your thoughts as he pulled you down to connect your lips.

“Well one, we haven’t had sex in over three days, that’s a new record for us. And two, It’s not my fault my shirt only covers half of your ass. You look like a damn goddess every time you wear my clothes,” he grinned causing you to laugh and lightly smack his arm.

“Whatever you say, Hood.”

“You know I’m right, Also Hood.”

You leaned back down to kiss him once more but one simple peck led to a fully heated make-out as Calum began to run his hands all over your body. “Cal, Alani is here.”

“So?”

“She can walk in here at any moment because of a nightmare and she’s already been emotionally scarred enough by the stupid shit Michael and Luke do, I don’t think she needs to add seeing her parents have sex to the list.”

“Fair enough, I’ll just drop her off at my sisters,” he suggested.

“She’s in London,” you sighed.

Calum immediately got out of bed and began dialing a number. “Babe, who are you calling at eleven at night?” He ignored you before walking out the bedroom door and down the hall towards your three year old daughter’s room while mumbling quietly on the phone. Moments later you child ran past your room and downstairs. Calum peeked his head back into the room before smirking, “I’m dropping her off at my mom’s. You better be naked and on your knees by the time I get back, you’re in for a long weekend.”

“Weekend?” I questioned while raising an eyebrow.

“Yes. Weekend. I’ll be back in ten minutes.”

You laughed at how desperate your husband was to get you alone, something that occurred often after the two of you decided to have Alani. 

The sound of the front door opening and shutting only made you more anxious for your husband. You quickly discarded the shirt and sat on your knees waiting for him to walk through the doors.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispered more to himself as he stood frozen in the doorframe.

“Cal, are you gonna do anything or should I put your shirt back on and go to sleep,” you teased.

Without a hesitation he ran towards the bed and pushed you back while climbing on top of you. “God I missed this,” he moaned out in between kisses, “I can’t wait to do this all weekend long.”

His hands were all over your body, trying to feel every inch of you. No matter how long you had been together, every time he touched you felt like the first time back in high school.

He quickly stripped of his clothing and you pushed him back lowering your mouth to his now fully erect member. “Babe, no. As much as I love it when you do, I’m not gonna last. I need to be in you now,” he breathed out before flipping the two of you over. 

“Cal, condom,” you gasped out in between your own moans as he began to align himself with your entrance.

“I could put one on, but I think Alani needs a little sibling,” he grinned.

“You really want another kid?” your heart skipping a beat. It had been something you’d wanted to bring up to him but were too scared of what his answer would be.

He nodded, “there’s a reason I left more space on my peck,” he smiled referring to the three lions on his chest, “hopefully it’s a boy this time.” 

To anyone who says “[Character] is [insert]sexual and everything else is wrong because I said so! uwuwu”

To anyone who says “[Character] is obviously [insert gender identity here], so if you’re viewing them differently, you’re the worst uwuwuwu”

To anyone who harrasses others and/or talks shit about them because they headcanon something differently and thus, want to invalidate these people’s opinions in any way.

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Moar little red au  (*ノ º □ º )ノ ♥

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ColdFlash AU: Evil!Barry

The Flash has disappeared. And in his absence Central City was ripe for the taking; thugs and villains of all kinds started creating mayhem and wreaking havoc, but no one has been more frightening to the people of Central than the mysterious speedster in black. No one knows who he is or where he came from. No one knows what he wants. 

With The Flash gone, Len is afraid for his sister’s life. He demands they go back to his city, and for once, Rip doesn’t argue with him. They both know without anyone to protect Central there might be no city for Savage to conquer in the future.

Len’s feet barely touch the city’s ground for twenty seconds before he is suddenly whisked away from his friends in the blink of an eye, he doesn’t even manage to reach out for his gun before his hands get cuffed to a pole. A shadowed figure stands before him, and Len knows it’s the man they came for. Unarmed in a secluded place with no back-up, Len knows he’s screwed, but he schools his expression into its familiar cold demeanour, “Who are you?” he shouts, “What do you want?”

The silhouette of the man steps closer, the shadow gives way to light, and Len doesn’t believe his eyes- Barry Allen stands before him, looking the same but also different, all clad in black instead of red, no trace of that usual glint in his eyes. Barry blinks and his eyes turn black, deep and hollow and terrifying, making Len feel as if his soul is being devoured, “You know who I am.” Barry drawls, his voice unnaturally off and demonic, sounding like ten people are talking at once. “And what I want is simple, really,” 

The voice sends a tremor up Len’s spine, he visibly shakes and Barry comes closer- no, not Barry, the man in front of him might be many things, but there is no way he is the hero that Len once knew. 

“I want you, Lenny.” a thousand voice says at once.  

  • Pathologist: *enters the morgue*
  • Sherlock: *examining a body*
  • Pathologist: *rolls his eyes* Excuse me, sir, this area is out of bounds to-
  • Sherlock: *still looking at the body* It's okay.
  • Pathologist: *sighs* If you don't leave, I'll have to call security.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I said it's fine.
  • Pathologist: *frowns* Why is it fine?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* I'm sleeping with the boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Pathologist: *confused* You're sleeping with Stamford?
  • Sherlock: *looks up; annoyed* The other boss.
  • Molly: *enters the morgue, carrying coffees; irritated* Here's your bloody coffee, you git. Have you finished now so I can do my job?
  • Sherlock: *steps aside; takes the coffee, grinning* Yes, boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
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Well now I know why these two have so many fanfictions with them being paired together, lol.
The dialogue in this game is so suggestive.

Next time an anti comes in the westallen tag to talk about incest, please don’t waste your energy to explain how they are not, because i guarantee that they do know. Oh yes, they do. Just pick one of these n go your way…

‘BARRY ALLEN WOULD RATHER LOVE, FUCK, MARRY N HAVE KIDS WITH HIS ‘SISTER’ THAN TO GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CAITLIN SNOW.

‘THEY STILL FINNA FUCK SO WOSOP?’

And that’s it…be happy n enjoy the show guys. And don’t let them get u angry enough to waste your time. If y’all wanna drag tho i’m here for it! LOL

Compliments I’ve Gotten That Are Very INTP-Esque
  • “Your handwriting looks like a scientist’s writing.”
  • “I feel like I’m sitting in a lecture hall listening to the ‘really cool professor’ get off topic.” (Just after I told someone to wait while I collected my thoughts, to then continue explaining something.)
  • “How are you not a famous scientist yet.”
  • (I get a lot of scientist-related compliments)
  • “I can tell when you start thinking seriously about something; it’s like I can literally see the gears turning in your head!”
  • “I like hearing your stream of thought.”

I get so uncomfortable when I see those inspiration porn stories about how “Ooh look this popular kid had lunch with an autistic kid, wasn’t that so kind and wonderful and now they don’t have to eat alone,” partly because of the obvious rampant ableism and the whole idea that non-disabled people should be sanctified for giving disabled folks the time of day, but also because when I was at school or at work eating lunch was often the only time I got to take a breather and recharge by myself, so you know yes it might be a nice gesture to keep someone company but at least consider whether or not they actually want it first, some people really do *need* alone time and aren’t sitting by themselves because they’re lonely or don’t have a choice

  • *the Great Hall*
  • Sherlock: *playing with his food*
  • John: *reading, sniggering* Molly, oh, Molly, you make my heart feel jolly. Please answer my call, wanna go to the Yule Ball? *laughing hysterically*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: Where did you get that?
  • John: *wiping tears* A really confused house-elf. Apparently, some students have been secretly sending out anonymous invites to test out their 'game'. I almost feel sorry for this poor sod *waves the paper*
  • Sherlock: *scowls* 'Mary, Mary, yellow canary-'
  • John: *blushes* Alright, alright *hands him the paper* Who do you reckon it is?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Moriarty. He's fond of her.
  • John: *nods* Maybe. Doesn't explain the drafts I found in our dormitory, though *smug*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *blushes* Shut up, she said yes *gets up and walks away*
  • John: *smirks*