before you say that he's talking

I came to the realisation

Clearly after Keith and Lance’s bonding moment in season, he was a bit upset when Lance claimed he didn’t remember it. It is also seen in the bedroom scene, where Lance goes to Keith to talk. Keith seems quite happy saying “must really be bothering you if you’re coming to talk to me.” You can also see that when Lance says it’s because he’s the leader, Keith’s mood changes completely and he’s left sad.

And after seeing his vlog, where he mentioned he had a hard time connecting with people and he pushes people away before they reject him, I realised.

Lance forgetting the bonding moment upset him because he was letting Lance see a different side of him and he was opening up. He thought that when Lance came to his room it was for his comfort, not just because he’s the leader.

He wants to be Lance’s friend, but he’s terrified of rejection.

anonymous asked:

How UT and UF Gaster react to finding his S/O could read wingdings?

Undertale-W.D. Gaster:

Remarkable! Truly, you continue to amaze him. He’ll start off on quizzing you with small things–little tests, really, before working your way up to prolonged conversations. He just wants to make sure he’s pacing you, not springing everything on you at once. Really, he’s thrilled, & it’s taking everything in him not to just start spouting off to you about his excitement.

Underfell-W.D. Gaster:

Oh thank the stars!! Finally, someone reasonable around here. The moment he finds out, he drops all “human” pretenses & immediately starts rambling off to you in Wing-Dings about how thankful he is that there’s someone he can talk to who actually understands what he’s saying. It’s definitely directed in a passive-aggressive tone to everyone else around, but it becomes a little bonding point for you two.

First Date with Kim Yugyeom

ill make this a bulleted list lmao.


Originally posted by pinkhoodiemark


  • He would be so nervous
  • Probably more nervous than you
  • He wanted the night to go perfect
  • He planned it all out in his head
  • what he was gonna do
  • what he was gonna say
  • He wore a basic outfit just to seem cool
  • long sleeved black shirt
  • black ripped jeans
  • He showed up at your place with a vase of flowers
  • HE WAS SHAKING SO BAD
  • You guys hung out at your place for awhile before heading out
  • He asked you about your ideal date
  • oh fuck change of plans
  • I swear anyone would be able to tell he was nervous as fuck
  • After talking and getting comfortable with each other
  • He took you down to the ramen place a few blocks down
  • He was an absolute gentleman
  • He opened doors for you and did all the talking at restaurants
  • He looked over the menu and was more concerned about what you were ordering
  • he asked you your ideal type
  • suddenly he forgot all of his characteristics
  • out of nowhere yall would start a really deep conversation
  • this would make him realize how much he liked you
  • he would show you his adorable smile and adORABLE giggle
  • He paid the bill of course
  • He walked you home and made sure you got back to your apartment safe.
  • I hope you enjoyed your first date with kim yugyeom
  • I know he did
  • When he got back to the dorms
  • THE MEMBERS WOULD NOT STOP TEASING HIM
  • poor yuggie.
Define Freedom | 02

previous

This chapter kind of switches point of views. As in it will be in second person then switch to third person. The third person will be in italics and I will put “***” before it starts :)

WARNINGS: Swearing, vulgarity, slight violence. Angst. 

Genre:  College AU, Gang AU

Word Count: 2538

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Originally posted by dazzlingkai


It has been about a month since you met Taehyung. Since that day, you’ve seen him around a few times. Enough to count on one hand so it wasn’t that much. You guys only shared one class together, something you hadn’t noticed before. He was barely in the class and you wondered how he was even passing. You overheard some girls talking about how mysterious he is and how he never really talked to anyone on campus, unless it was for schoolwork of course. You also heard a few girls saying they see him come after class, park his car then go into the class to get the assignments from the professor. Then he leaves and does the same when he never is able to show to class. 

Right now, you’re sitting under a tree on campus. It’s another hour before your next lecture and you decided to sit here and read. The campus area you are in is slightly deserted. Everyone in a lecture right about now. And the ones who aren’t are either doing the same as you or getting something to eat, as it is almost one o’clock in the afternoon. 

You flip the page of your novel of choice, this time going with a romance, to which Jin always tells you are unrealistic. Unlike his books, which he gloats about always being one hundred percent realistic towards romance and drama. But you read them anyway because they fascinate you and just to piss him off. He always just rolls his eyes when you tell him about how the guy was connected to the girl before they even met, which was something horrible, but they still ended up together. Then he would tell you to read specific novels and authors who are realistic with romance. Jungkook would either tell you both to shut up or just walk away, never understanding romance novels. 

You were so into the book you hadn’t realized the footsteps coming your way. The black boots stopped about a foot in front of you, waiting for you to look up. And when you don’t he can’t help but smile at the fact your lost in the world of that romance. He clears his throat and that’s when you finally looked up at the mystery man. His hair is now a dark shade of brown in messy waves laid on his forehead. He had on regular black attire and his boxy smile was radiating down at you. 

“Y/N, right?” He says as he smiles down at you. His backpack slouched onto his shoulder, his thumb hooked onto it. You nod as you close your book onto your thumb, holding your place. “Mind if I sit with you?” 

You nod. Confusion probably written all over your face. He smiles at the twitch of your brow before sitting next to you. Of all the places to sit in this empty campus, he chooses to sit next to you, why? He bends his legs at the knee, his shoulder inches away from yours and his backpack sitting between his legs. He sighs as he turn to you. “What book are you reading?” 

When you show him the cover he smiles tightly. “My sister used to love that book.” 

“Really? It’s so good.” You gloat and smile down at the book in your hands. “What are you doing here?” You ask before you can even process what you were thinking. You didn’t want to scare him off or seem like a creep. 

“Classes.” He laughs and runs his large hand through his hair. 

“I’m sorry. That probably sounded to bizarre. I didn’t-” 

“No it’s fine.” He laughs. “I just had some things to take care of a few towns over so I couldn’t really be there and here, you know?” 

You nod giving an understanding smile. You move your bookmark to replace your thumb, then put it on top of your bag. Just in time the class door opens and out comes the last class. Giving you your cue to go in. You put the book into your bag then start to get up. Taehyung’s large hand in your direction, you take it and he helps you out. Giving a small ‘thank you’, he nods with a small smile, then walks beside you into the class. When you get in, there’s already a few people in the two seated tables. You go to your usually empty table, but get accompanied with Taehyung throwing his bag onto the table and sitting on the bench beside yours. You look at him question confused, but he doesn’t look your way, continuing to face forward. Some people who walk into the class room giving you horrified looks, that confused you further, some girls giving you dirty looks, to which you rolled your eyes at, and your best friend who looked at you with the same amount of confusion that you were feeling.  

When class began, Taehyung brought out his notebook and textbook, again not sparing you a glance. You did the same and gave your full attention to the teacher. Throughout the class, Taehyung would give you a little glance, then right back to the teacher. When ever he looked at you, which was many more times than you liked, you would feel nervous and bite your lip. You made sure to keep your hand on your cheek, as if you were casually leaning on it, to hide your red state. From your peripheral vision you could always see him bite his lip then look down at the desk before looking back up. You teacher announced that there would be a assignment due soon. A project with your table partner.

Your heart stopped when the teacher finished his announcement then ended the class. You gathered your stuff together, then grabbed your bag before facing Taehyung, who was already facing you with a small smirk on his face. “Would you like to grab coffee? Get started on the project or even just get to know who we’re working with.. The coffee shop right across the street is pretty good.” 

“Yeah, that’d be nice. Just let me tell someone I’m leaving.” I say before walking around him and down the stairs. My friend stands by the door of the classroom and walks out when she sees me approaching. I sigh once I reach her outside of the class, and she squeals. “Wow, partners with the Kim Taehyung. Mystery guy of the whole damn campus. Wow.” She exclaims in a whisper. “The guy that talks to no one-”

“Except for class, which is why he’s talking to me. And we’re going to get coffee so I have to go.” I turn back to him and saw he was already staring at me from the end of the stairs. I nod towards the exit of the building and he begins to walk towards me. We walk together to the coffee shop, him being sure to stop you once an on coming car was speeding that you didn’t see. You both order your drinks and sit down at a booth. You guys talk about the project and who is going to do what. You guys talk about when you guys will meet up and the due date. 

“What’s your goal?” He asks after he takes a sip and sets his cup down. He leans forward, his arms crossed over the table. 

“Uh, what?” You laugh at his random question and scratch at your hair. 

“What’s you goal for your life? What’s something you know you want to accomplish?” He smiles and leans his head on his palm. 

“What I want to accomplish is going to sound cheesy.” You blush and twirl your spoon around in your coffee.

“Try me.” 

You look up and see his smile hasn’t budged. You bite your lip softly before sighing. “My goal is to help my brothers. They’ve raised me since I can remember and they’ve struggled to do that since they were so young, so my goal is to be able to help them. With money or food, I don’t know anything I guess.” You shrug and give him a tight smile. He stares at you in awe, his mouth agape. “I told you it was cheesy.” You chuckle.

“No,No. I was just expecting something like buying a mansion or something.” He chuckles then bites his lip. “Your parents…?” 

I sigh and lean forward onto the table. “ They left when I was twelve. I have two older brothers, the oldest at the time was twenty and the other was fifteen. My oldest brother insisted on taking care of us, since it was either that or we go into an orphanage. We kept the house and we still live in it, my two brothers and I.” I shrug and give him a smile. “I haven’t spoken to my parents since and I don’t care to, to be honest. If I did, if I could recognize them, I’d probably curse them out for leaving us.”

“Wow.” Taehyung sighs out and leans back into his seat. 

“I know, it’s a lot I’m sorry.” 

“No, no. It’s alright. I take it you don’t talk about it a lot?” 

“I don’t.” You shake your head and clear your lodged throat. “You seem trust worthy so I don’t know.” 

He chuckles and leans forward again. “I promise, I’m probably one of the most trustworthy people on this planet.” 

“Right back at you.” 

***

Taehyung walks into his house, that he shares with four other guys, with a sigh.  He toes off his shoes and puts his keys onto the side table. He walks towards the kitchen, dropping his bag on the last step. He walks into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge for a must needed water bottle.  

“Where the fuck have you been?” 

Taehyung finished gulping down his water, before crushing the water bottle with his hands and throwing it into the trash bin. He sighs and rolls his eyes before turning around and facing the blonde haired man. Said man was wearing sweats and a t-shirt, clearly been home all day. 

“Classes, what do you expect?” Taehyung mumbles before walking past him to get to his backpack. 

“Fucking obviously, Taehyung. But you have shit to do here.” 

“Weren’t you the one that suggested I take fucking classes, Jimin?” He stopped to turn towards the slightly older man. He was frustrated that he had to come home to basically get told off. He had a nice time with Y/N and didn’t want his day ruined by his friend’s idiocy. 

“Fuck, Tae. I didn’t mean have classes all day, everyday. Don’t they have early classes, so you can be home earlier? Or you take only two classes a day? Something so you can actually be here to help with business?” Jimin groaned as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair. 

“I’m not changing my schedule, Jimin. I’m only late today cuz I was talking to some chick about a project we have to work on.” Taehyung ran his fingers through his freshly dyed hair that still had the scent of the said hair dye. He sat down on the stairs while Jimin stood at the end of them, arms crossed over his chest. “It won’t happen again, next time I’ll just cancel.” Taehyung shrugged and leaned forward with his elbows resting on his knees.

“Just text next time, man. Yoongi was pissed that you weren’t here to help with the warning Baekhyun sent.” 

“Still can’t believe he’s sending threats.” Taehyung shook his head. “You would think he would get over the fact I fucked his girl already.”  

“We both know it’s more than a little fucking Tae.” Jimin laughed as he shook his head. “But the warning is still downstairs, let’s go.” 

Taehyung leaped up at the sound of seeing the warning, The warning Baekhyun had sent towards him and his brothers. Said man had been sending different threats for weeks, usually a body part of some kind. Hinting that, that was going to be them soon. Taehyung always just laughed at the body part  and Baekhyun’s failed attempts at scaring him. 

Once down the stairs and into the basement, Taehyung walked up to the box without a sense of hesitance. He immediately pulled to box flaps back to see a set of eyeballs and five fingers. The fingers spread out in a circle with the eyes in the middle with a little note; -Baek. 

Taehyung lets out a breathless laugh and turns his head when he hears foot steps coming down the basement stairs. Namjoon walks and Yoongi right behind him. 

“Now look what you caused Taehyung.” 

“All for a ruthless one night high.” Namjoon shakes his head with a slight chuckle. 

“I still can’t tell if these body parts are from the same man or different men.” Jimin says as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Seems rather stupid to kill more than one guy for small ass body parts.” 

“If he thinks he’s scaring anyone with these little fingers then he’s fucking delusional.” Taehyung grumbles. “I could easily live without a finger or two.” 

“Yeah, then you’d be blind.” 

Taehyung just chuckles and looks back at the box. “Looks like we can’t let that happen, huh?” 

***

You walked into your house, not expecting to see both your brothers present in the household. The eldest in the kitchen cooking, and the other sat at the table papers scattered in front of him. 

“Wow. Haven’t seen this in ages.” You say as you walk up to Jungkook and pat his shoulder. “You’re here while the sun is up.” 

“Very funny.” He grumbles and sighs as he rests his chin on his palm. “This town is getting worse and worse.” 

“What happened now?” You ask as you move to stand next to Jin, who kisses you on the forehead before continuing to cook. You sit on the counter and look over at Jungkook. 

“A man was found dead, multiple body parts missing. Eyes, Ears, Tongue, Fingers, even his genitals were gone.” Jungkook mumbles as he closes the case file and leans back in his seat.

“Ew, what the fu-” 

“Language.” Jin cuts you off with a glare and points the knife he was holding a you jokingly. You roll your eyes. 

Jungkook chuckles and shakes his head. “You know she’s twenty-one, right? You were swearing way before that.”

“Look who’s talking. You don’t even let this twenty-one year old go out after dark. Remember that one time you forced her to leave a club in a police car and everyone thought she got arrested!” Jin exclaimed, never taking his eyes off the stove. 

“That’s different. I’m keeping her safe from these delinquents and murderers and pedophiles and gangs. And until my team and I find whoever the fuck is behind all these fucked up murders, I’m gonna keep escorting her in a police car and make sure those sirens are pretty damn loud.” 

Little did you all know, one of those said people; was the handsome man you had coffee with this morning and found rather intriguing. And little did you know, he and the others were right under your noses. 


09.23.17

Just a post to say thank you to Chris for what he has done for my niece. I’ve talked a lot about Ronan’s accident. One thing I’ve never talked about is the impact on his siblings.

My niece Meadhbh (said Maeve) was 9 when it happened. Now my niece was not a reader. That was Ronan, who finished Harry Potter at 8 and was just starting Lord if the Rings when everything changed. Not Meadhbh. Couldn’t be bothered. She’s rather watch the movie.

A few weeks before the accident their whole family had visited me in NYC. And I valiantly tried to get her to read Wishing Spell. To no avail. My sister took it home to continue the effort and 10 days later our entire universe shifted and quite frankly it was forgotten. To say this time was difficult for Meadhbh is an understatement. She was fully aware of what was happening and forced to spend days apart from her parents and brother due to school (home and hospital were an hour apart).

Thanksgiving was spent at the hospital and dining at Ronald McDonald House (those volunteers are angels). The next day, the ladies decided to leave the hospital and do some Black Friday shopping. Our first group outing and very much needed. One of our stops was B&N and they had an autographed copy of the Treasury of Fairytales. And finally her interest was peaked. She knew I loved the books and she wanted to read. Needles to say I bought it for her for Christmas, much to my moms protest that it was a waste of money as she wouldn’t touch it.

Well she proved grandmom wrong. She loved it. My sister gave her the box set for Valentine’s Day. I bought her Red’s Guide and Mother Goose’s Diary. And of course picked up a signed TLOS 6 at the signing for her in July.

She has just completed the series. She spends hours talking about the characters and the stories. These books gave her an escape from reality. Something I think Chris understands well when there’s a sibling in the home with medical issues. She absolutely loved them and perhaps Chris, you made her a reader.

The only downside. She’s convinced she’s perfect to play Alex in the movies. As much as we tell her that’s a near impossibility, she’s pretty determined!! But there’s nothing wrong with a dream.

So thank you Chris for giving a young girl an escape. A safe place to get lost. For making her want to read. And for providing her with some joy. And giving me the opportunity to enjoy these books with through the eyes of a child.

anonymous asked:

How did you feel about Jackson and Aarons relationship at the start before the train crash (both the literal one and the one that their plot became)? Kisses aside

Ermmmm can I say depressed and leave it at that NONNIE? LOL <33

I just didn’t buy that Aaron was ever that into it. And then the accident happened and he felt like he had to be Into It… 

I mean I accept that canon says Aaron loved Jackson a hell of a lot, so I just have to swallow that down, but I never really saw it on screen. Not the way I do with Robron.

Originally posted by lizzzzoo

Don’t get me wrong I liked them in the beginning. They were almost cute. Almost

Originally posted by robertlivesy-blog

But the actors really didn’t spark longterm. And you can’t ignore the train crash when talking about Aarson, they weren’t even official before it.

Originally posted by northernbluetwo

Their story as a whole? On a first watch I saw a weepy, miserable pair of lads who just made me feel depressed (so depressed I stopped watching ED and bought into the whole Danny Miller Ruined Emmerdale Discourse™…. CAN YOU BELIEVE??? WHAT THE ACTUAL EFF WAS I THINKING???)…

On a cursory second watch… I saw a young boy who, despite all his own pain (both private and public), tried his hardest to love someone. To love a broken person back to completion. Just Jackson didn’t want to be there anymore. And Aaron was just a young, stroppy lad with no pre-disposition to be kind and giving, but he gave it his all with such kindness (he was so so soft istg). He went so far out of his comfort zone for Jackson, bless his heart. He wanted to do what was right, after spending such a long time doing wrong. And knowing what we know now, it’s hard not to think that a big part of Aaron’s soul recognised and understood Jackson’s chronic pain. The black dog constantly at Jackson’s side? Aaron wanted to take it away. The most beautiful thing about Aarson though? The way Aaron took risks every single day just to give Jackson a lifeline. To live truthfully and cherish every moment. 

Originally posted by fantastalec

Aaron was just a boy and he learnt so many lessons and really took them forward with him as a fully grown man. And, I’m sorry, but what an honour. To have shaped someone’s life so much that they continue to live in your mould even after you’ve gone. What a beautiful legacy for Jackson. To leave behind Aaron Dingle… 

Originally posted by robert-and-aaron-are-husbands

totally-not-using-a-fake-name  asked:

Hc: Evan isn't a noisy one at all but if you can get him talking he says the dirtiest things. Begs to be wrecked and bent over and filled and hurt and punished. Alternatilvly he tells his partner what a slur they are, how they're begging for it. Teasing him. He does this when he tops or bottoms but getting him to do it requires a safe space and good mindset. He's also the kind of partner that quadruple checks that they're partner is okay with the kinks before they start.

Y E S,,, thank you guys for blessing me with these, I love you,,,,

Marius, Sulla & Selfies

Based on this post @gayusoctgayvius and I decided to collaborate in order to create the Sullarius post this site needs. I wrote the text and the super talented @gayusoctgayvius made the illustrations! 


Gaius Marius watched the camera as if it might attack him at any moment. Lucius Cornelius Sulla sighed deeply.

“It’s not going to work if you just stare at it, you know?” he said and leaned back against the wall next to Marius. He could not believe that he had had to come to Marius’ house for this. The old general crossed his arms.

“I just don’t see why this is necessary.”

Sulla rolled his eyes. They had had this talk approximately ten times in the last two hours.

“You want to be elected consul, right?” It was like talking with a child.

“Yes, of course” answered Marius who already knew where this was going. “But I was elected consul before. Quite often, if I may say so. And I’ve never had to take a strange picture before!”

“Times have changed!”

Marius shook his head, still not convinced. Sulla silently cursed himself for even suggesting that he and Marius could go for a joint consulship. The old oaf would definitely ruin it with his irrational fear of everything new. But they had already told a significant amount of people about it, including Julia, Marius’ wife, who had beamed so proudly because of their effort to “finally be friends again” that there was no turning back now. Sulla took a deep breath and tried to change his strategy.

“So, remember your military reforms?” he started. Marius nodded.

“The Roman Army won battles before that, right? The Punic Wars, for example.”

“Yes, correct. What do you want to tell me?” asked Marius who was in a more agreeable mood now as he liked it when they talked about his accomplishments.

“Yet you still changed something! Why did you do that?”

“Well, these were different tim- ah. You have me there.” Sulla raised his fist in triumph. Marius, however, was not quite ready to accept defeat.

“Yes, but my reforms were actually necessary. I don’t understand how taking a picture of myself could help me – help us – become consul!”

“Just believe me that it is necessary! Look, I did it too!” said Sulla and moved to show Marius the selfies he had already taken. They all showed Sulla in various sexy poses wearing varying quantities of clothing. Marius looked at the pictures, at Sulla and back at the pictures.

“I’m not doing that.”

Sulla shuddered at the thought. Then he regained his senses and gestured wildly.

“You don’t have to take your pictures exactly the same way I did! We cannot all be as hot as me.” Sulla shrugged nonchalantly and Marius nodded in agreement.

“Well, what kind of picture should I take then?” he asked and Sulla tried his best to come up with a swift answer. It was already a victory that Marius had agreed to take a selfie at all. Now, he must not ruin it.

“You have to do something that the people will recognize and remember. Be creative!”

“You know I’m not creative. I mean, at least not in that area.”

Sulla gave him an exasperated look and Marius held up his hands in surrender.

“Yes, yes! I’ll do it!”

Gingerly he picked up the camera and held it at arm’s length away from himself. Sulla shook his head.

“You have to hold it the other way round. So you can see the screen.”

“I know!”

Marius was clearly uncomfortable at this point.

“What’s your problem?”

“I can’t do it when you’re watching!”

“Gods!” cried Sulla and turned around to face the wall. “Are you happy now?”

“Yes!” A short pause. “Sorry.”

“It’s alright. Just do it.”

Sulla heard Marius fumbling with the camera and muttering to himself. Then finally he heard the clicking sound that told him that Marius had finally managed to take a picture. He turned around and saw Marius critically looking at the screen.

“Have you managed it?” asked Sulla.

Marius looked up and shrugged.

“I don’t know how to look at the pictures I’ve taken. But it’s probably fine.”

He put the camera back on the table. Sulla was not convinced but before he could ask further questions Marius moved towards the door.

“Well, I’ll go to the Campus Martius now. Have fun taking your selfies. But if Julia sees you, I’ll throw you off the Tarpeian Rock.”

“Yes, general” said Sulla and saluted half-hearted. Marius shook his head and left. As soon as he was out of sight Sulla checked the pictures.

There was only one.

And it showed nothing but Marius’ giant eyebrow.

Sulla closed his eyes and ordered some wine.

                                     

3

You run to the gates when you saw the truck pull up, you leant in through the window on Troy’s side “Hey Tr- What the hell happened to your face!?” You asked.

“Nothing to worry about.” He answered a small smile on his face.

“It would be nothing to worry about, it wouldn’t be there at all.” You glared and he rolled his eyes before looking back at you.

“Anything else?” He asked.

“Oh, your Dad wants to talk to you.” You answered. “Um, guys in the back could you get out for me please?” You asked before Troy could say anything he grumbled something under his breath as you leaned back away from the truck.

“See you soon sweetheart.” He smiled.

“Uh huh, we’re going to talk about your eye.” You pointed at him as the truck started to move. You turned to the newcomers and smiled. “I’m (Y/N).” You stuck out your hand and they both looked at me weird.

“You know him?” The boy asked.

“Who? Troy?” You asked and he nodded.

“Yeah, he saved my life once.” You answered. “Has he done something?”

“Yeah, he killed people.” The boy answered.

“Nick!” The woman finally spoke and you smiled at them.

“Who hasn’t killed someone these days?” You asked, they both stayed silent and you nodded before walking towards the gate “I’ll see you both later.”

“So you had a spoon in your eye?” You asked.

“Yeah, it’s nothing though, I’ll heal.” He answered.

“Are you sure?” You asked gently putting your hands on his face.

“Promise.” He gave a small smile and you nodded.

“(Y/N) may I have a word?” Jeremiah asked and you nodded.

“How can I help?” You asked.

“I’m going to put the Madison and her children in the same room as you.” He explained.

“Oh cool.” You smiled.

“I was hoping that you would be able to make them feel more welcome, you’ve always been good at that.” He smiled and you nodded.

“I’ll do my best.” You agreed.

You were sitting in the room when the Clarks walked in “what are you doing here?” Nick asked and you smiled.

“This was my room before it was yours.” You answered you looked to see that there was a girl with them now “Oh you weren’t here before I’m (Y/N).” You smiled leaning down and shaking her hand.

“Alicia.” She answered cautiously.

“Nice to meet you Alicia, Madison and Nick.” You said sitting back on your bed as they settled in.

Requests and general question!

thefasstasticvoyage  asked:

Could I also get some Erik, or course? 24 + 26 + 33 😊

You and Charles sat beside one another outside, your eyes were watching Erik as he jogged around the grounds.

“I see the way you look at him when you think I’m not looking,” the professor said, watching you closely. “Tell me, (Y/N), are you up for a dare?”

“What’s the dare?” You asked suspiciously.

“Go up to Erik-”

“Alright,” you grinned, standing up, and walking over to Erik, but not before sarcastically saying, “I can’t believe you talked me into this, Charlie.”

When you reached Erik, he immediately stopped in his tracks and smiled breathlessly at you.

“Morning, (Y/N),” he greeted, giving you a curt nod. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah,” you reassured, hardly nervous. “So, I was wondering if I could maybe kiss you?”

“Go right ahead,” Erik grinned, melting against you when you pressed your lips to his; you snaked one hand into his hair, bringing him closer, while his gripped your waist tightly. From afar, Charles breathed a sigh of relief, due to the fact that he had tried getting you and Erik together for years. You pulled away and smiled up at Erik as he rested his forehead against yours.

“Thanks,” you chuckled, pecking his lips again. “Dinner, tonight?”

“Sounds wonderful,” Erik agreed, pulling you tightly against him. “I’ll see you then.”

anonymous asked:

roo :( i don't think my daddy loves me anymore :( he used to talk about a future with me n never forget to say "i love you" before he leaves but not anymore. i'm always the one who cares more. i jus wanted to be a good boy this time :(

aw i’m so sorry :-( but don’t give up !! maybe talk to him about it? maybe it’s a misunderstanding love

This is the sweet message Harry said before Sign of the Times and after he had suddenly put his pride flag over his mic stand. (As you can tell by my yell I was surprised. Also, the video gets a lot better when Harry starts talking, I thought he was going to leave the stage before the encore but he went straight into his speech and he had the flag so I had to be quick lmao)

“Thank you so much for having us. I um— It’s kind of impossible to say thank you enough times because, like, I just couldn’t be on this stage if it wasn’t for you guys. So, thank you so much for everything that has got me to this place and for all your support since this next song came out. I love you very, very much and um -coughs- this is the last one.”

Then the crowd started to boo and get sad.

“I mean, I just don’t have any more songs. This is just the last— This is just the last- the last one! Now please sing along if you know this one and if I am– If I could possibly be any luckier than I am right now I will see you again very soon! I love you with all my heart, this is Sign of the Times!”

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Q: Luca, I believe the first scene you had them rehearse was the kiss between the two of them? Was that sort of like a test to throw them in the deep end, talking about being a sadist as you were before? To see how embarrassed they’d be for their initial scene to go that far.
Armie: Can I– I’m gonna jump in before Luca answers this question and just tell you how that actual rehearsal went down.

FaceTime Call

Series: Tom Holland Imagines

Relationship: Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: You Facetime Tom after finding out from fans he cut his hair. Your phone was off while you were landing home from a flight.

Warnings: SWEARING LIKE ALWAYS :)

Word Count: 1,700+

A/N: 400 more till 3k!! I love you all so much :)

I turn 21 in 2 months c: Which means I can buy alcohol, meaning I CAN WRITE FREQUENT SMUT IF YOU GUYS WOULD LIKE CAUSE I LOVE SMUT


[Reader’s POV]


“So how was your trip?” Your mom asks happily through the phone. Reaching for your bag out of the carrier you tell her to hold on. Sometimes she calls you at the worst times. She onetime called you while Tom and you were having sex and wouldn’t stop calling till you picked up. Your mother was relentless sometimes.


“It went well mom, I’m just back to be in London” admitting the truth with a smile on your face. You loved it here because you got to live with the love of your life.


“How’s Tom doing? Anything new since Spider-Man Homecoming?” she absolutely adored Tom, she claims he’s the best you’ve had out of the guys you’ve dated.


“Yes he’’s actually working on another film, he’s been gone for two weeks while I was away as well so we’re both out and about” you explain as you walk down the plane aisle. You could hear her talking to your dad about Tom. Mentally wondering why she just doesn’t put you on speaker so he can hear too.


“Hey I’m going to go so I can focus okay? Plus Nikki is picking me up from the airport with Tessa”  Saying your goodbyes you hang up your phone. Slipping your phone into your purse you make your way out of the gate. The sound of your suitcase clicking against the bumps in the carpet.


   Walking past people to head towards the baggage claim. Looking at the time on your Apple Watch you walk a little faster. Nikki said she would be here at a certain time and you didn’t like making people wait. Turning the corner you go down the escalator descending to the baggage claim.


    Hearing a bark makes you search the crowd of people. A little grey blob pushes people out of the way. Nikki’s red hair standing out as she took off after Tessa. Opening your arms you get tackled by your favorite dog in the world. Her tongue laps at your face making you giggle.


“Tessa my love, I missed you so much” her body wiggling in your arms as you tried calming her down. People were looking at the interaction the two of you were having. Grabbing her leash you stand back up.


   Nikki opens her arms to you which you gladly take her hug. She gives the best hugs in the damn world. Letting you go she kisses both of your cheeks , she’s like a second mom. Tugging your free hand she pulls you along. She took your extra suitcase even though you tried to take it but she insisted. Leaving thankfully no one was outside, if Tom was with you it would have been a lot worse. He draws big crowds full of his loving fans.


“c’mon Tessa lets get in the car”  opening the door for her she jumps inside. Taking your backpack and purse off you set them on the floor of the car. You hear clicking sounds and turn around to see people with cameras.


    Getting in the car you close the door annoyed with the cameras. You don’t know how Tom does it all the time, it’s got to be truly exhausting having your every move watched. Even his family has to deal with it. Nikki tells you to ignore them and starts the car pulling out of the parking spot. Tessa jumps back onto the seat and lays down next to you.


   Smiling down at her you place your hand on her head. Your thumb stroking her head slowly to her ears and repeating it. Watching as her eyes closed from your touch. God you love her so much, probably more than Tom.


   Taking your phone out you see notifications pop up. Clicking on them you see Tom’s tweet and your heart stops. Going to his Instagram you see he hasn’t posted anything. Clicking on his tagged photos you see his fans posts. Scrolling through they’re all freaking about his Bye Bye Hair tweet.


   Exiting the Instagram app you open your messages and clicking on Tom’s name. Looking at the messages waiting for some sort of explanation. Typing and retyping the message you want to send. Normally he keeps you updated but he hasn’t said a damn thing. When he does that you start to feel like a fan yourself and freak out.


You:

So what’s with the tweet, care to spill the secret like you do with every Marvel secret?


    Locking your phone you know it’d be a while to get a message back if he was on set. The ride home was filled with conversation about your trip. The two of you talked as Tessa slept peacefully. Nikki told you stories about the boys and how mischievous they’ve been. She says Paddy has been getting into the sweets more and has grown a sweet tooth recently.


   Checking your phone you see there’s still no text back. You ask Nikki and she explains she has no clue. Apparently Tom hasn’t even told her which she thought was odd. You knew it was very odd because he’s such a momma’s boy.


   Nikki drops you off at Toms and helps you with your stuff. After you and Tessa are all settled she tells you to come over for dinner. Apparently Harry has been working on something and wants the family to see. He knew you were coming back into town so he told Nikki to tell you since you’re practically family.


   Hugging Nikki goodbye you shut the door behind her as she leaves. Picking your phone off the table you see notifications again. Some were from Harrison and your friends messaging you. The messages consisted of screenshots asking why Tom was cutting his hair.  Your thoughts get interrupted by your ringtone you made for Tom. It was him saying quackson.


Meme King:

C’mon angel don’t be like that, let me give you a call xx


   Rolling your eyes you connect your phone to the charger. Your phone starts ringing flashing ‘Meme King wants to FaceTime.’ Clicking the answer you see Tom relaxing with a hood on his head. Normally his curls peep out which make you narrow your eyes trying to see his curls. His smile distracting as he cheers happily to see your face.


“Ah there’s my beautiful girl, I’ve missed you darling” his voice making your heart ache, you miss him so much.


“Hey baby, I’ve missed you more..” you pout looking at him snuggle deeper into the couch. You could hear Harrison in the background talking. Tessa’s tags jingle as she jumps onto the L shaped couch.


“There’s my little one! I love you Tessa soooo much” Tom cooed into the screen making a kiss face.


“Tom so are you going to tell me what that tweet was about?” You ask turning the screen back to you. The seriousness in your face made his smile fall.


“I uh.. well I can’t keep it a secret from you anymore” He pulls the hood revealing his hair of cur.. there are no curls. Just short hair that he fixed with his hand. Your jaw dropping at the sight because last night you talked to him and all the curls were there.


“Christ, you don’t like it do you” Tom sits up fixing the angle he had the screen at. You were in shock because you haven’t seen Tom with short hair, the only pictures you’ve seen are from when he was little. Nikki likes to show you pictures from her archive whenever you see her.


“N-No baby, I’m just thrown off is all.. you look very handsome I’m just going to miss the curls” you give him a smile as you see his features relax. Did he really care that much about what you thought of his hair?


“I know how you like gripping onto them when I go down on you” he sighs tilting his head back. Your cheeks tinting pink from what he just said.


“Oi! I’m right here and you’re going to talk to her in front of me like that man? you two are like rabbits” Harrison’s voice fills your ears making you face palm yourself. God dammit Thomas.


“It’s the truth so now she has to wait for them to grow back” Tom defends himself laughing at his best friend. Harrison pops up behind Tom flipping you and him off.


“Awww Hazeroonie don’t be mad you don’t have a sex life” you tease sticking your tongue out. Harrison lets out a small scream taking off out of the frame.


“Okay yeah I’m definitely going to miss your curls now” you sigh thinking of the last time you two were alone together. Your thighs clamping together tightly at the thought.


“I’ll be home when I can love, I’ll FaceTime you every night till were together.. then when I’m home you can give me some personal FaceTime” his smirk making your heart rate pick up again.


“PLEASE GET A ROOM THOMAS” Tom’s head is then hit with a pillow causing him to drop his phone. In the background you hear the two getting into a little fist fight. Knowing them they’re going to sound like children any second with their banter.


“cut it out you twat I’m talking to my girl right now” Tom huffs after a slap sounds echoes through the air. The phone is kicked around making the room look like it’s spinning.


“Ow don’t pull my hair!” Harrison whines followed by a thud. Laughter filling the air making you sigh. These two were actual children.


   Tom picks up his phone that fell from before. Harrison says he’s going to the store leaving the two of you alone. The two of you talk about how long it will be till you see each other again. It was hard while he’s away but you really enjoyed these FaceTime calls. It was the only time you’d see him when he wasn’t busy and it made the wait worth it.

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Hiruzen had to get the bell test from somewhere right? So I’m willing to bet Tobirama came up with it and can you imagine Tobirama doing this bell test shit with his students. No mercy. He had these kids out here on the brink of death. Shit must have lasted a week. Hashirama probably came out to the field one day like “Tobirama, the parents are wondering where their children are—” 

“I’M BUSY HASHIRAMA” 

“OK i’M SORRY GOOD LUCK KIDS BYE”

SHIT THAT MUST HAVE BEEN AWFUL I FEEL SO BAD FOR TEAM TOBIRAMA THEY LITERALLY COULDN’T CATCH A BREAK TOBIRAMA WAS RUTHLESS HE DIDN’T EVEN GO EASY ON THEM HE WOULD WHOOP THEIR ASSES WITH NO HESITATION HE PROBABLY USED FLYING THUNDER GOD TO GET AWAY FROM THEM LIKE THAT’S NOT FAIR TOBIRAMA YOU ASSHOLE YOU CAN’T GO THAT FAST and he didn’t stand for any complaining omg

“Tobirama-sensei, can we take a break? We’re starving.”

And he just looks at them. “Are there still two bells in my hand?”

“…Yes”

“Then no. Don’t ask again.”

HE PROBABLY HAD THEM CHASING A CLONE THE ENTIRE TIME WHILE HE WAS AT HOME RELAXING. THESE KIDS ALMOST DIED FROM EXHAUSTION. fucking Tobirama this is why Hiruzen was such a lenient sensei Tobirama put him through hell 

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gif request meme: niles/daphne + most heartbreaking scene
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all’s fair

“Mr. Poindexter, always a pleasure,” Derek smiles, sticking his hand out for Will to shake. Will takes it, same old firm handshake they’ve done a hundred times.

Will returns his smile politely, says, “And you, Mr. Nurse,” and Derek tries to hide how fond he knows he looks.

His clients tend to not like it when their lawyer is flirting with their soon-to-be-ex-spouse’s lawyer.

Mrs. Richardson looks like she doesn’t even like Derek talking to Will. Derek already knows this mediation’s going to be a bitch.

“Aren’t you lawyers all supposed to hate each other?” Mrs. Richardson asks as they’re conferring before the meeting, narrowing her eyebrows at Derek.

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For @convallariini, who bribed me with emoji coffee from halfway around the world.

The war room is quiet. Sam’s turned in for the night, but Dean and Cas are still awake, sharing the silence over a few beers.

Well, Dean’s doing the drinking. Cas is just sitting, his hands folded in his lap, but he seems content.

“What was it like?”

Cas looks over, brow furrowed in question. “What?”

Dean inclines his head, and Cas follows his gaze up to the clock high on the wall. It’s just turned past midnight. “I mean, we’re going on nine years now, and you’ve never talked about it. So, getting me out – what was it like?”

Cas looks at him a moment before shrugging. “It was a mission.”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “And?”

“It was extremely violent.”

“Go figure.”

Cas throws him a look. “We fought. Demons mostly, but other things too. I don’t know for how long; time in Hell is more… abstract than it is here.”

“Yeah, I remember,” Dean says. They lapse back into silence, Cas’ face now turned thoughtful. Eventually, Dean speaks up again. “Why you?”

“My garrison was the best equipped. We had the requisite military experience.”

“No, not your garrison.” Dean shakes his head. “Why you?”

Cas shrugs again. “I got there first.”

Dean huffs a disbelieving laugh. “What, just random chance? That’s it?”

“That’s not enough?”

That pulls Dean up short for a moment. “I don’t know, I guess just… after everything, everything that’s happened since, I figured there would’ve been more to it. Some cosmic plan or something.”

Cas tilts up the corner of his mouth. “When have we ever been ones for cosmic plans?”

“Alright, good point.” Dean chuckles slightly. “Just with you and me… it’s hard to chalk us up to random chance.”

Cas turns to look at him fully, his chair squeaking loudly in the quiet room. “I don’t. I think of it as free will.”

Dean nods, a slow smile inching across his face. “Free will. Yeah, alright, I can get behind that.”

Cas smiles back, his eyes soft. Dean holds his gaze a long moment, then he stands and moves over, his knees bumping into Cas’ chair. Then he leans down and kisses him gently. Cas smiles into the kiss, then reaches up to trace his fingers along Dean’s jaw.

Dean pulls away. “Thanks for saving me, Cas.”

“Yeah,” Cas says, locking their eyes. “You too.”