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Kitten’s Got His Tongue | M | 01

Yoongi & Jimin | BTS | 5.5k Words | 01. 02. 03. 04. 05.

Yoongi orders Jimin and you from a hybrid companion service, but when he receives the two of you, he has no idea what to actually do with you.

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ok i don’t even know where this idea came from but i’ve now held it for long enough that it’s acquired official headcanon status so here we go

  • let’s talk about ronan driving up to visit adam in college for halloween, but adam had already been invited to this party by someone in his dorm, so they decide to go together and start throwing around increasingly ridiculous ~couple costume ideas 
  • at one point ronan suggests – mostly to be a little shit – that adam should go as poison ivy, because of his connection with cabeswater/sentient plants and his love of all things science
  • at first adam is skeptical but then he’s like “if i go along with this do i get to pick your costume” and ronan’s like “sure no problem” 
  • and he’s so damn smug already because this is a couple costume after all, so obviously if adam’s poison ivy, ronan gets to be the freaking batman, moodiest and coolest and most-black-wearing of superheroes, right??
  • wrong, because that’s when adam just gives him this honestly borderline evil smile and says harley quinn
  • and that’s the story of how – some makeup, two temporary hair dyes, and a lot of dreaming later – adam and ronan rock up to the halloween party as this badass gay villainess couple
  • ronan, being his gd extra self, has actually dreamt the purple lamborghini from the suicide squad movie because screw the joker this car is too good for that fuckboy, so everyone is already staring at them before they even properly walk in
  • adam is wrapped in what is basically a (rather revealing) plant catsuit (“bro, are those real vines???” “shut up todd you’re stoned” “no but chad i swear those leaves moved” “yeah ok you’re super high right now”), wearing green eyeliner, green lipstick and his coolest magician look
  • ronan is wearing honest-to-god hot pants (”listen parrish this is too much” “oh, right, like this vegetable suit you dreamt me covers my modesty so well??” “i don’t know what you’re talking about” “i’m sure. now put on the shorts, lynch”) with the obligatory tank top and letterman jacket, red and blue eyeshadow, smudged lipstick, and a fucking baseball bat 
  • (it’s maybe just possible that his bared midriff and the careless way the baseball bat is slung over his shoulders are doing things to adam)
  • (it’s also maybe just possible that when one of the vines from adam’s costume possessively wraps around his waist, that does things to ronan, too)
  • long story short, that is how adam and ronan win the costume contest while managing to make everyone at the party irrationally aroused 
  • but possibly one of the highlights of the night is when somehow a picture gets posted on the facebook page of the event and within five minutes ten increasingly agitated/enthusiastic comments appear
  • spoiler alert they’re all from gansey

zarohk  asked:

So, I'm not totally sure the timelines match up, but do you think that Rachel's sisters (especially Sarah who is younger and more naive) could have watched Buffy the Vampire Slayer and decided that Rachel is the Slayer? Goes out at night, all hours, secret boyfriend who only visits her at night, can't tell their single mom, etc.

[First of all: the timelines do actually match up quite well.  In #20 there’s a brief mention of David’s dad (of all people) watching Buffy on TV, and although Animorphs started and ended first most of its run overlaps with Buffy.  Second, I LOVE this idea so much.  Rachel and Buffy are two of the people who were massively influential in teaching me and my friends that it was possible to be girly and tough at the same time.  Third… Voila.]

It starts as a way to distract her sisters, on the nights when their mom can’t make it home and their dad is too busy to call—Rachel will put on whichever Buffy episode she’s got saved in the DVR and all three of them will watch it together.  However, all three of them fall in love with the show over time, until they’re catching each episode live: Sarah laughs at all the puns and hums along with the theme song while Jordan waxes poetical about how dreamy Spike and Angel are.  

Rachel just loves Buffy herself, because there aren’t enough girls on TV that can look that fabulous and kick butt at the same time.  It becomes a weekly ritual, one that Rachel sometimes has to miss if Cassie or Jake calls with urgent news, but she’ll put aside anything short of the alien invasion to catch it with her sisters.

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Jordan meets Rachel at the door, which is a bad sign because their mom and Sarah are both asleep and Rachel herself went to bed six hours ago.  The mission was long, nasty, and exhausting, the way they always are, and Rachel’s too keyed-up from the adrenaline rush to think of a proper excuse for why she’s sneaking in.  

She and Jordan stare at each other in silence for a few seconds, Rachel leaning on the door frame, Jordan holding a comic book in both hands as she sits on the end table in the foyer.  Jordan becomes the first one to speak.  “Sarah and I were talking,” she says.  “And I think we figured it out.”  

Rachel feels her stomach churn.  She’s not as careful with her sisters as her mom.  She never has been.  “Figured what out?”

“It’s okay.”  Jordan clutches her comic book a little more closely, expression solemn.  “We won’t tell Mom.”

Rachel crosses her arms.  “Won’t tell her what, exactly?”

Jordan thrusts the comic book at Rachel.  The cover shows a girl—Buffy Summers, judging by the title—holding a wooden stake in one hand and a sword in the other, her blond hair whirling around her as she thrusts the sword at a spike-covered greyish creature in the corner of the frame.  

Rachel takes a step back from the comic, not sure whether to laugh or to cry.  

“It explains everything.  Where you sneak out to almost every night.  Why you’ve got blood under your fingernails half the time when you get home.  Why you’ve got a secret boyfriend who only comes out at night—”

“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Rachel says reflexively.

Jordan nods, eyes wide.  “Uh-huh.  So you definitely weren’t seen by half the school at last week’s dance with a mysterious guy who has blond hair and is never seen around town.  You don’t have a boyfriend, even though I’ve heard people talking in your room in the middle of the night.  And you always leave your window open, even—especially—when it rains.  Almost like you’re waiting for a secret vampire boy—”

Rachel snorts a laugh.  “Tobias isn’t a vampire.”

Which has exactly the opposite effect than the one she intended.  “Oh my god,” Jordan whispers.  “Tobias as in that guy who disappeared last year? Everyone thought he died—” She gasps.  “Unless he did die.  And now he’s back!”

Much as Rachel wants to laugh and keep laughing until she falls over, she understands that this conversation actually has serious implications.  With effort she sobers herself.  “Look,” she says at last.  “There are things… Things I can’t tell you.  You wouldn’t be safe if I did.”  

She looks Jordan in the eye.  Jordan is taking this conversation seriously—probably more seriously than Rachel herself, for that matter.  “I understand,” Jordan says.  

“As soon as…”  As soon as the war’s over.  “As soon as it’s safe.  I’ll tell you everything.  Right now, there are things I can’t talk to you, or to Mom, about.  But someday I will.  I promise.”  Rachel can’t be more honest than that.  

“Okay.”  Jordan bites her lip.  “I just wanted you to know your secret’s safe with me.  And if you ever need help, like, hiding a body…”

Rachel smiles, overwhelmed with fondness.  “Thanks.”  She yawns.  “Now, if it’s all right with you, Dawn…”

Jordan makes a face.  

“I’m wiped, so I’m going to bed.”  She walks past Jordan and up the stairs to her room.  

“Rachel!”

She turns around.  Jordan is standing at the bottom of the stairs, hugging her comic book against her chest with both hands.  

“On the show,” she says haltingly.  “They say a lot about how slaying’s a dangerous job.  About how most slayers don’t live to be twenty.”  There’s real fear in her eyes, as she looks up at her sister.  

Rachel grins, tossing her hair over her shoulder.  “Really, Jordan, you should learn not to believe everything you see on TV.  After all, it’s just a show.  No vampire’s gonna take me down.”  

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“You know, my sister thinks you’re William the Bloody.”

«Who’s that, a spokesman for Kotex?»

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She doesn’t get much input on the actual headstone; she’s too young for that.  She does, however, manage to put in a special request for the plaque on the statue they erect outside of Washington D.C., a proud grizzly bear rearing up to defend the Capitol.  

Rachel Daniella Berenson, the plaque reads.  She saved the world.  A lot.  

“Tony killed Wanda’s parents”, my ass.  I can't believe that I am writing this post in 2017 but great, whatever...

Right, lately it has been a shot tons of posts of the Defense Squad hijacked with a very known, common sentences since the last three fucking years:

  • Tony killed Wanda’s parents.
  • Tony made the weapons that killed her parents so for that he deserves what she did to him.
  • Tony doesn’t have the right to attack Bucky if he didn’t let Wanda kill him because of her own revenge.
  • You can defend Tony’s reaction and condemn Wanda’s actions in Age of Ultron/CA:CW.

All of this is shit and I can’t believe that we are in fucking 2017 and y'all still don’t get it.

Tony didn’t fucking kill Wanda’s parents. He wasn’t responsible for their deaths. You know why? Because logic say so.

Let’s see this screenshot from Age Of Ultron. The Maximoff’s apartment was destroyed when a shell of a missile fell. A bomb, people, Tony wasn’t there.

Also, the common argument is that Wanda and Pietro were kids and didn’t know better but let’s see here:

Wanda and Pietro were part of protests against the Americans/The Corrupt Government/The Avengers/Wherever, the Marvel wikia and the tie-ins comics describe Sokovia as a war zone. If they’re had enough judgement to participle of those manifestations. That means that they fucking knew what fucking war is. So? Maybe? They could have rethought that the person responsible of making the fucking weapon? They have years to think “hey, maybe if our country is a war zone… maybe our parents were collateral damage.”

Zemo himself described Sokovia as doomed. Even if Tony hadn’t made the weapons, the people that fired them would have bought to another company.

So, let’s go with Tony and his parents.

The fact that you compare the Maximoffs, I tell this again, having fucking years to think that their parents were collateral damage, with Tony and the delivered and planned murder of his parents is laughable.

You’re gonna scream at me that Wanda and Pietro deal with their grieve in a different form? That’s not the point the point is, who was there? Who was in the death scene?

Let me show this again, the Maximoffs saw a bomb, a fucking non-thinking object and decided that the fucking name in it was the responsible for their parent’s dead.

Tony saw this:

And this:

Don’t believe me? Look at his expressions. This is not someone who had years to think “maybe they were collateral damage”. Is not Tony looking at an object, but a living and breathing person who is just next to him.

No, dearies. This was someone who had seconds to react at something horrible. That was a murder, I’m not talking about Bucky being innocent or not. It’s a about a canon fact that you’re trying to cover to excuse the things that Wanda Maximoff did in Age of Ultron. You’re inventing. I just present you the fact here.

So, please. Spare us of the stupidity of “Tony killed Wanda’s parents” posts and hijacking. Tony Stark was never close to her parents. Never touch them, never known them. He wasn’t the person behind heir deaths and you know it.

Bucky killed Howard and Maria Stark. It wasn’t his fault but he did it. He said it himself:. But I did it.

I am not blaming him. I’m not accusing him or saying that was right to harm him. I’m just stating facts and I put the screenshots for that. It’s canon. It happened.

Your “Tony killed Wanda’s parents” did not.

@lokasennahiddleston thank you for the screenshots and you can add what you want. @alethiaii @bitterfriends @thealextheshipper @queenyavengers

Jughead & Reader: Behind Closed Doors

Summary: Everyone thinks you and Jughead hate each other but as it turns out, the two of you actually hook up behind closed doors. One night Archie drops by your house and finds out the truth.

NSFW** Like, for real.

Requested by: anonymous


Listen to: Closer - Nine Inch Nails 


“Trade you my baked lays for your flaming hots,” Kevin suggested as the two of you joined your friends at lunch. 

“That’s a terrible trade,” you told him with a laugh. “And this isn’t elementary school. You can just go to the vending machine and buy better snacks like an adult.”

“If we’re adults why must we continue to ask permission to go to the bathroom?” Kevin argued. “This place is like a prison.”

Veronica laughed. “I take it you aren’t having a good day.”

Kevin sighed and said, “Joaquin cancelled on me this weekend and we were going to see a movie. I had the whole night planned and my dad was going to be working late so we’d have the place to ourselves. But now I’ll just go home and eat a ton of ice cream and ugly cry while watching really old Audrey Hepburn movies.”

“Sounds good.” You laughed, teasing him. He rolled his eyes at you. 

Betty smiled. “Well why don’t we all do something this weekend?” 

“I’d be down for that,” Veronica said. “Beats sitting at home thinking about what it’s going to be like when my father comes home next week.”

“I don’t have any plans. I’m in,” Archie said. 

Everyone looked at you. “What about you?” Veronica asked.

“Oh, um. Sure.” You shrugged. “Sounds good.”

At that moment, Jughead walked over to the table. Your heart was racing but no one would ever tell by your expression. You rolled your eyes and shifted in your seat so you weren’t looking at him directly. Kevin just laughed. “You still hate him, huh?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Jughead asked as he joined the table.

“We’re all going to go see a movie this weekend. Want to go?” Betty asked him.

“Who’s all going?” He asked. 

Veronica sighed. “_____ is going but that doesn’t mean you can’t go.”

“It absolutely does,” you interjected.

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ptw30  asked:

Hihi! You mentioned on AO3 you have no prompts for Ulaz and Shiro right now, so...if you're still taking prompts, would you mind writing one about Ulaz and Shiro - maybe at the Blade headquarters? Thanks!

Ohhhh I do not mind. I do not mind at all.

Technically they aren’t at the Blade headquarters here, but. Um. I’m not sorry. 

:D

Kolivan is not pleased when Ulaz calls him from halfway across the galaxy.

“There were no other options,” Ulaz repeats, for the third time. Kolivan stares back at him from the communication screen, silent and impassive. His mask is down, but it’s no improvement: Kolivan’s face is nearly as stoic and unreadable as if he had the mask up.

Nearly. Ulaz isn’t fooled. The tick in the corner of Kolivan’s eye and the small flare of his nostrils give him away.

“Be that as it may,” Kolivan says. His tone speaks volumes, too: brusque, blunt, syllables sharper and harsher than usual. ‘Not pleased’ is an understatement. “I cannot permit you to come blindly back to headquarters after such a foolish sacrifice.”

“My actions were not foolish,” Ulaz insists, defensive and heated. The comm unit in the stolen Galra ship is small, made smaller by the tracking devices Ulaz ripped out and dismantled with his bare hands. The ship was intended for short journeys; it was never meant to make the long trek Ulaz faces now. “Against your timing, perhaps, but not foolish. Thace is still on board. He will remain as informant for as long as physically and feasibly possible.”

“The choice was not yours to make.”

“And yet I have made it.”

“At what cost?” Kolivan asks. The comm image blurs for a tick before it steadies, stable. “Your plan has failed. This was your alternative?”

Ulaz casts a glance over his shoulder. Shiro’s asleep, propped up against the far wall - ‘far’ is a generous statement. This ship is too small. Shiro’s tucked his back into a corner, his arm cradled to his chest. He’s sleeping off the drug and what Ulaz is fairly certain is a concussion.

“No,” Ulaz admits, quietly, “This was not part of my plan.”

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anonymous asked:

I read several days of this blog and did basic research, but I still don't understand what's going on that led to #Norbury. Why are the Pike fics significant if they're not officially connected? I know ARG, but what does PTB stand for? Why do we have sufficient reason to bring Takei into this? I see the arguments about why /not/, but I don't see anything why /for/. Everyone's acting like these are things everyone already should know, but I can't find simple explanations?

Ok anon, strap in:

  • I believe the Pike fics are officially connected. Though it takes some extrapolation to get there (which I’ll explain in a moment), the content of the fics themselves are such that there would be no purpose or motive in writing them UNLESS you had the knowledge and opinions of a showrunner looking at fandom from the outside in. Read The Players for yourself.
  • “TPTB” means “The powers that be,” referring to the nebulous group of people in charge of Sherlock (in this case) who call the shots.
  • Dale Pike’s legitimacy comes from the assumption that the twitter elements of the ARG are real (imo, likely controlled by Joe Lidster). There’s a large network of these, I haven’t been super tuned in, but essentially, consider them NPCs that exist to wave flags and give us sidequests.
  • Our attention to Dale Pike came from parody twitters for two once-prominent members of the Sherlock fandom. These led to Dale Pike’s twitter, which, in turn, led us to their AO3. The AO3 contains a fic series called “Spoiling Sherlock in Real Time,” and has written and published several fics with info about s4 episodes prior to the episodes airing. Identifying Eurus as an imposter, that Sherlock would not be saying “I love you” to John, and…… jesus christ, just trust me on this? They predicted things they couldn’t possibly have known. Although it is possible for ao3 fics to be backdated, we know from the twitter and tumblr bots that update when new johnlock fic is posted that they were published when Dale claims.
  • These fics intricately express tjlc #moods, often featuring female audience inserts who bemoan about the existence of “The Good Story.” In several cases these inserts can be identified as specific Sherlock fans. Ashleigh @kinklock​, for example, is clearly The Girl from the Bus. (Yes, in the show too! That is why she LITERALLY LOOKS LIKE HER FUCKING CLONE.)
  • On the 29th, when most hope for a special was spiraling, Dale posted a plea that we tweet #norbury, complaining again about ALL. THIS. SHIT. Unfortunately, however, Moffat read his audience incorrectly, as they blew up the theater, and the audience fell into chaos. (READ THE FUCKING PLAYERS.)
  • I believe #norbury is the correct course of action because the emotional climax/resolution, post-bomb blast, is Steven (YES, STEVEN IS NAMED IN THE FIC) begging a lone remaining believer to PLEASE pull him out of the mirror well and to “TELL THE WORLD WHO I REALLY AM!!!!!” Capslock all Dale’s.
  • While I’m also willing to believe the bomb in the theater is about exposing canon johnlock (vs. blowing up the show with TFP), I feel like there’s no other real way to expose canon johnlock than complaining about how canon johnlock didn’t happen, AND with the who you really are thing, like, how else can we throw him the rope? What else is there.
  • Also in The Players, John and S are searching for the bomb, which they INSIST must be on the main stage. It must be (it turns out to be strapped to S(herlock) and John themselves–who, imo, might mean Moffat and TJLC), but as they’re searching John discovers two things: That it’s S who brought this dangerous bomb into the theater, and actually, oops, he doesn’t know how to solve the problem.
  • (This is debatable, because S and John have this whole conversation about whether or not this is a trick and he knows how to land planes, but this post is long enough as it is lmao.)

About twitter:

As far as I’m concerned, what’s really important is attempting to get #norbury trending at 7pm London Time/2pm EST/11am Pacific on March 4th and 5th. Whatever methods we want to use to try and get this to happen are up to the people that decide to play.

***WHY NOT TRY TWEETING TOMORROW, MARCH 1ST AS WELL?

George Takei comes from the fact that one of the NPC ARG twitters, I believe @contactWSSH, contacted one of the people organizing #norbury from the get go (I’m sorry idk who you are! pls message me if you want me to edit this and credit you!!!) and suggested that 1) If we can get someone with 50k+ followers to retweet our message, we will be trending within minutes, and that, 2) Why not try good ol’ George, elder of the gay tv community.

I personally feel that there is ABSOLUTELY NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS COURSE OF ACTION. Whether or not you believe contactWSSH to be legit, the advice about retweets is, and there’s nothing wrong with @’ing a celebrity on twitter. This is actually laughable and perplexing to me. I’m not wild about the concept myself, but one of the basic appeals of twitter is the ability to talk to verified celebrities. People are asking George to retweet shit all the time. This man almost certainly has interns fielding this shit. The worst case scenario I can possibly imagine is George seeing the tweets and going “huh.” If you’re down to believe that WSSH is Joe Lidster/TPTB/what have you, then you can further conclude that maybe George (or George’s PR team) has been NOTIFIED about this and is READY AND WILLING to help us try to make sure this happens.

Because in The Players, in its opening lines, the narration acknowledges that things aren’t going as planned. There are far fewer people milling around backstage than expected. Maybe, just maybe, imo, George Takei is a failsafe.

Hope that covered all the bases. 💜!

White Wine Nights

Summary: In which, we expose Lin as a wine mom 

(I really couldn’t think of a better description, I apologize)

Author’s Note: yay, my collab with @hamilbye!!! yes, it did take us that long to decide to write together and yes, it only took us like three days to finish this. We put our amazing brains together and wrote this pretty quickly. 

I love love love working with you, Nat. It was the most fun. I also love love love you. You’re the best. AND you’re very talented. 

Words: 2,138 

Warnings: alcohol/drinking mentions, a curse word or two (I forget), fluff 


An audible sigh escaped you when you stepped off the elevator in your apartment building, taking a right turn to head down the long hallway. Your feet carried you, but protested heavily after the shift you had pulled at your dead-end waitressing job. You were sure you smelled of stale cigarettes and dirty dishes, but at least you had some cash in your pocket. As if that hadn’t been stressful enough, you hadn’t even seen your apartment in about 20 hours due to college classes and familial commitments. It was the week before Spring Break and hectic was the synonym for your life.

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anonymous asked:

Can we get a fic with reader and kylo, but kylo is a mermaid and reader is human? I can't really think of a plot to request, I just want mermaid kylo haha

Anon next time can you please request more of a plot! It just makes it a whole lot easier and less time consuming. We also don’t really do full fledged fics, because that would be too much for this type of blog. That being said, I think you’ll like this


When you first meet him it’s on the water, you’re taking a walk and you stumble upon a series of caves; that seemed to appear out of nowhere. You decide to venture inside, walking on a ledge around a clear, blue pool. The water here seemed to be different too, it glimmered even though there was no light and it was still despite the waves outside of the cave.

You sat down on the ledge and dipped your legs in the water, enjoying the cool liquid lapping at your skin. You stay like that for a moment, taking the time to reflect on the serene beauty around you. It was hard to believe that you were the only one here; this place was truly a hidden gem.

You feel something very faintly brush against your leg, but pay it no mind, it as probably just a fish and that wasn’t something to fear. What does scare you is when you feel a strong hand suddenly wrap around your leg, startling enough for you to quickly pull your legs out of the water.

A man surfaces from under the water, tilting his head and giving you a questioning look. “What the hell?” You ask. Where did he even come from? You didn’t see anyone around it was definitely too far to hold his breath and swim here. The man reaches out and grabs your foot, inspecting it like he’s never seen one before. Then he runs his hand over the skin of your leg and you shiver, “So soft,” He murmurs. 

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I can’t believe I actually wrote this. WC: 1414


They said he was crazy. They said he’d never find him, that he was just some myth. That his sightings were just the result of some people taking one too many drugs.

But he knows he’s real, and he is going to be the one to find him.

He’s never gonna give up, not until he finds him.

Not until he finds Mothman.

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wellyfullofale  asked:

Lorna I want to give you all of those writing prompts!! If I must narrow it down to one I'll go with number 6 and Robron 🤗

i hope soppy fluff is what you were looking for tash!! this is set during their trip to wales last year.

things you said under the stars and in the grass

“Liv is out like a light.”

Robert looked up as Aaron spoke, stepping out onto the little patio that adorned the back of the cottage they had rented in Wales for a few days, the view an endless oasis of green fields and farmland, stretching out to the coast, the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shoreline distant, but comforting all the same. 

“She’s knackered, after all that kayaking.” Aaron continued.

Robert looked up at his boyfriend, a bottle of beer halfway to his lips. “It was a good day though, right?” he asked, leaning back in his chair so he could look at Aaron properly.

“I had fun today,” Aaron nodded, resting a hand against the back of Robert’s neck, a bottle of beer in his own hand. “Thank you. For being so good to Liv, y’know? I know she can be a bit of a handful.”

“I told you, if she’s important to you, she’s important to me.” Robert budged up in the small seat, leaving enough space for Aaron to sit down next to him. Every inch of their bodies was touching, knees to shoulders, and it set something in Robert alight as he breathed in everything that was so gorgeously, brilliantly Aaron.

“Still,” Aaron shrugged, pausing with his beer held halfway to his lips. “I appreciate it.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the peace. The cottage was somewhat secluded, their closest neighbour a few miles up the road, toward the little fishing village they were staying in.

It was quiet, and calm, and everything they needed.

Robert loved it. He’d lived a lot of places, in the ten years since he left Emmerdale - London had been exciting, sure, but he’d always been a country lad at heart, enjoying the peace and quiet far more than he’d ever enjoyed the bright lights and constant noise of the capital.

“I never used to be able to see the stars, when I lived in London.” Robert began, clocking Aaron’s brief confusion immediately.

Robert didn’t really talk about his past, not if he could avoid it.

But he was trying to be better, they were trying to be better, and well - it felt like the right moment didn’t it?

“It was the one thing I always missed about Emmerdale.” Robert continued, gazing at the sky. It was a gorgeous evening, a proper summery end to a summery day, the sky clear. “Being able to see all the stars. I used to love reading about all the constellations, always made me feel like the world was so much bigger than Emmerdale.”

“Bigger and better?” Aaron nudged.

“No,” Robert shook his head. “Just, bigger.”

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First Kiss Story #2: The Art of the Kiss



“Crane?” Abbie called out, unable to find her fellow Witness in between the shelves at his favorite bookstore. He was usually easier to find than this, sticking mainly to one section but today, he must have gone exploring. She called out for a him a few more times before she turned the corner to find him in the self-help section.

He was completely engrossed in the book he was reading and didn’t even notice when she approached him. She could see the title plain as day when he finally looked over the top of the book and saw her standing there.

The Art of the Kiss.

According to the few lines she could catch on the back cover before he crammed it in place on the shelf, it covered such things as learning how to French kiss all the way to actual art that featured kissing. It seemed pretty inclusive and judging by the flush rising to Crane’s cheeks, pretty embarrassing to get caught reading if you were a grown man with no one to kiss presently.

“This is not what it seems,” he stammered, moving so he was standing in front of the section of books he had been focused so intently on that he didn’t even hear her call his name.

“What is it then?” Abbie asked, reaching around him for a copy of the book. She grabbed it and starting flipping through it. It was all rather lovely, actually. There were men kissing women. Women kissing women. Men kissing men. And art… from everyone’s favorite dorm room poster, The Kiss by Klimt to Pygmalion kissing Galatea in a work by Jean-Léon Gérôme.

“I was just curious,” Crane said, his hands now behind him as he stood there, not looking at the book as she flipped through the pages.

“Curious?”

“Truth be told, it has been a while since I kissed someone… besides my wife…” Crane started to say, sort of mumbling through his sentence.

“Yeah, I remember. I saw a few of those kisses,” Abbie said, trying not cringe too hard at the memory.

“She and I weren’t getting along all that well then, as you remember… anyway, it’s been a while and I didn’t know if things were different now… if the occasion should present itself where I would be… kissing someone… again… if things… I don’t know,” he said, still not looking at her or the book.

“A kiss is just a kiss,” Abbie said, laughing just a little at all of this. “The fundamental things apply, Crane.”

“Don’t mock me,” he said, looking at her seriously. “This concerns… you.”

“What now? How?” Abbie asked.

He took the book out of her hands and set it aside before putting a hand on each of her shoulders and pulling her just a little bit closer. She wanted to tip her face up to look at him but before she could, he kissed the top of her head. Just a soft, gentle kiss. When he backed away slightly, she looked up at him, gazing into his eyes. His breathing was no longer as steady as it had been and as they looked at each other, they both breathed in and out, opposite of the other. Her heart started racing and she wasn’t sure how this turned into this so quickly but here they were, in a little bookstore, about to share their first kiss. At least she hoped he had the nerve to do it.

She stood up on her tiptoes and he stood with his legs just so that he could kiss her forehead now. He put his forehead against hers and they just stared into each other’s eyes, still breathing. She wasn’t sure how she was still breathing but she was.

He kissed her.

Softly.

Slowly.

Finally.

He kissed her and it was everything she had hoped for.

Just long enough so she could commit to memory the taste of him. Short enough to make her want more.

And she got more. She pulled his face down and showed him how she liked to be kissed. Yes, books were one thing but nothing beat practice. Her fingers twisted in his long hair, holding him close as her tongue parted his lips.

They were in a public place but yet somehow she had let this get far enough that he parted her thighs with a knee and she was rubbing against him as they kissed. His hands held her tight around her waist and the world was spinning… like she was some girl getting her first kiss all over again.

She was, sort of. The first first kiss that was going to matter for the rest of her life. The last first kiss she ever planned to have.

“Abbie,” he said, pulling away from her, and licking his rosy lips. His face was completely flushed now and she didn’t want to stop but knew that they couldn’t continue this here.

“Yes?” she asked, trying to catch her breath.

“I don’t think we’re going to need to buy that book,” he said and she laughed.

“No… I don’t think so. But what else do they have in here…” she asked, turning around in his arms and looking at the books on the shelves. Hard to believe that some of these were in print now, what with the internet acting as everyone’s guide these days.

“I don’t think we’re going to need any of these books, Abbie,” he said, pushing her hair aside, leaning in, and kissing her neck. She tilted her head to the side and he continued to place tender kisses across her jaw line and every inch of uncovered skin he could reach, taking a moment to suck on her earlobe. She shivered from the sensation and couldn’t wait for his mouth to explore all of her.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure we can manage,” Abbie said, turning around and kissing him once more before staring into his eyes again. “We can manage just fine.”

The End

jinxiebat  asked:

Father Ren's delusional ass thinks he's gonna give up sex for Lent. RC decides to give her temptation muscle some exercise and starts by ordering expensive lingerie addressed to him just to remind him of what he's missing

((I used our canon for this, because… uh… I can. OTP.))

You sigh, staring at Kylo from across the room, his ankle propped up on his knee, the Bible in his hand. He wants to give some sort of homily regarding the beginning of Lent, most likely, not that you particularly care. You haven’t been to church since he’d bound himself to you, and you haven’t missed it.

But Lent is a problem. It’s been four days, now, since you’ve fucked, and he’s been more stubborn than usual. In his insistence to maintain some sort of moral superiority, he’s rebuked you at every possible opportunity. In bed, you’d reached for his cock, danced your fingers around his soft shaft–but he’d swatted you away. Enough, he’d grumbled. In the shower too, you’d tempted him, slipping in when his eyes were closed, then watching him gaze at the rivulets of warm water running over your breasts. You could have sworn his dick had twitched, then–but you weren’t for certain, because he’d shooed you away.

“You’re fooling yourself, Kylo,” you’d called back to him, but he hadn’t said a word. His mind had been just as blank. He had been hiding from you.

A few more rejections following that, and now, you’re fracturing. It isn’t like you to feel embarrassed, or humiliated, or–what’s the word–rejected. If anything, you need to be the one rejecting him.

So you huff, throwing on a pair of shoes, and grab his keys. “I’m going out.”

Kylo’s eyes flick to yours–something underneath the amber glass of his irises. But he’s silent, and nods his acknowledgement. This only irritates you further–you storm out, knowing exactly where you need to go next.

When you return home, he’s still in the same spot, those full lips pursed in thought as he reads. You escape to your bedroom, changing quickly–sheer, dark stockings, black garter belt, black lace up to your barely-covered tits, thin black straps over your shoulders. Everything is tight and tempting and fleshy and raw. You slip on a pair of black patent heels and saunter into the living room.

The click, click of your footsteps has already caught Kylo’s attention, his eyes darting to the floor first when you enter. The shoes have his attention, his brow tightening as he spots them–but then his eyes wander up, over your legs, over the lace and straps on your thighs, over the black panties and sheer top, stopping at the lace hiding your nipples. Your breasts are full, bouncing softly with every step you take, and he shifts.

His throat bobs as he swallows. And finally, finally, you hear him–

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His eyes rake over your body, the Bible looking limp in his hand, and he meets your stare. “What are you doing?” he asks, as if he doesn’t know the answer.

“Me?” You spin, so he can see how round and soft your ass looks in your panties. “Nothing.”

Fuck.

Kylo spits out your name like a warning. “I’ve already told you about my penance.”

“I know.” Grinning, you drop to your knees in front of him, running your hands over your body. “I’m not touching you.”

“You know what you’re doing. Stop.”

Pouting, you squeeze one of your tits. “Stop what?” you say. “I’m not interfering with Lent.”

He pauses, watching your fingers bury into your own flesh. Just a small touch… “Yes.” Recovering, he rolls his eyes. “You are.”

“Really?” Your fingers dip low, grazing over your cunt, and you release a shuddering whine. “What do you mean?”

“Stop it,” he growls–and even as he does this, he drops the Bible on the couch and uncrosses his legs. “Now.”

You feign shock, sitting back on your heels, letting him get a better view of your tits. “I can’t believe you’re being so callous, Kylo.”

His eyes are stuck on you. He wants to move them, but he can’t–and the longer he stares, the more rapid his thoughts become, spilling out as his control wanes.

Just a glimpse of your tits. Let me see. That won’t hurt anything. Or maybe if you just touch me. A little. Just a taste…

With that, you know he’s cracking, and you inch forward, dragging your pointed nails up his calf. He swallows again, but doesn’t kick you off, doesn’t even ask you to move. All he does is watch, his breath slow in his chest. When you glance between his legs, you see the evidence of his fading resistance–his erection is straining at his trousers, and his hands rest on his thighs, centimeters away.

“What’s this?” you say, your hand crawling up his thigh. “Kylo… am I turning you on?”

Of course you are. “No.” Climb on top of me. Let me sink my cock into that sweet little cunt. “You’re not.”

You grin. “I think I am.” Pushing his hand aside, you stop, hovering over the tent of his cock. “We could test it and find out.”

“Don’t.” Yes.

His eyes are dark and desperate, pleading with you for relief in either form, and his hips inch forward, as if to entice you. Not that it isn’t working–you’ve been dreaming about wrapping your lips around his cock, about riding him until he passes out. Your brain has been busy with thoughts of his panting breath, his flushed cheeks, his broad shoulders, tense with movement–thoughts of his hands, strong and firm on your hips, and his mouth, pressing eager, hungry marks into your throat and your tits.

But you remember your thought earlier–you should be denying him. So when he jerks his hips upward in attempt to graze your palm, you jerk your hand away, grinning wickedly, and he collapses back onto the couch in a frustrated, embarrassed whimper. You’d broken him.

“You know what,” you say. “You’re right. I think your penance is definitely the most important thing. Wouldn’t want to walk into mass as a hypocrite, tomorrow.” You pause. “Well. A bigger hypocrite, anyway.”

Kylo grumbles your name, but says nothing, his mind blank again, and he sits up again, snatching the Bible and ripping it open.

#114 - For anonymous x2

Filling the prompts “one where the reader and van broke up around 6/12 months ago and the reader is in a relationship with someone else but it isn’t going very well and the reader and her new bf go to see catfish in a gig and van sings red and she realises it’s about her.” and “one where like you drunk text van like a couple months after you’ve broken up or something and like he comes pick you up and you tell him that you miss him and stuff like that and its cute??”


Watching Catfish and the Bottlemen become more and more successful was a double edged sword. It was all Van ever dreamed of, and God did the boy fucking deserve it. He had grafted since he was a kid, and you knew that. You knew he wanted to buy houses for his family and make people all across the world lose themselves in the songs he’d been writing his whole life. There was never a moment where you wished they didn’t get so famous. It wasn’t like that. But, what it was like was standing between the two blades on a pair of scissors. One handle was Catfish’s success, and the other was Van. The closer he got to it, to the dream, the closer you were to being all cut up and hurt and left behind. He never, ever meant it to be like that, but it happened.

Van would be on the road more and more. In the short few weeks he’d be back in your bed, he was distracted by to-be-written lyrics, and predictions for how audiences in countries he’d never been to would behave. All the other things you’d talked about as ratty teenagers faded into the background. There wasn’t a shared dream, and that alone was enough to push you out into the arms of your friends and other people. Van didn’t know about your friendship with Riley, nor did he know that it was probably more than a friendship. You weren’t a cheater, but it still felt deceptive, all the time you spent with Riley. When the guilt was too much, you told Van it was better for you both to go your separate ways.

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Sad Song-Michael Clifford

I heard this song and knew I had to put it in something…gotta love We The Kings…This is the Mikey version of the 4/4 where management makes you pr date one of the guys….so ya….enjoy!

You were in desperate need of new guitar picks. You were hopeless at being able to keep anything, honestly if your head wasn’t attached to your body you might loose it. You headed to your favorite music store, to get some new picks and see what new guitars they had. You were eyeing this Yamaha acoustic guitar, when you heard a familiar melody. Someone was playing on one of the pianos. It was “Sad Song” by We The Kings, one of your favorites…actually one you used to listen to quite often after you broke up with someone very special to you. Whoever was playing was good. Really good. You decided to find this mystery player. You headed to where the pianos, where a boy with longer blond hair in a red flannel shirt was playing. You were standing behind him, so you couldn’t see his face. But when he started singing, you instantly knew who this boy was.

“You and I, We’re like fireworks and symphonies exploding in the sky.

With you, I’m alive, Like all the missing pieces of my heart, they finally collide.

So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

He sang in a deep, raspy voice. Then he proceeded to sing the chorus.

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song…”

He continued to play, and the sight of this boy who used to mean so much of you pulled at your heart. He hadn’t noticed you were there, so it made it easy for you to join in on the next part.

“With you I fall. It’s like I’m leaving all my past in silhouettes upon the wall.

With you I’m a beautiful mess. It’s like we’re standing hand in hand with all our fears upon the edge.

So stop time right here in the moonlight, ‘Cause I don’t ever wanna close my eyes.”

He didn’t stop playing, and you saw him smile even before he looked at you. He knew your voice just as well as you knew his, and would recognize it anywhere. You finished the rest of the song together.

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song.

You’re the perfect melody, The only harmony I wanna hear.

You’re my favorite part of me,

With you standing next to me, I’ve got nothing to fear.”

“Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.”

“Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.”

“Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song.

Without you, I feel broke. Like I’m half of a whole.

Without you, I’ve got no hand to hold.

Without you, I feel torn. Like a sail in a storm.

Without you, I’m just a sad song. I’m just a sad song…”

Despite the years apart, you still knew each other well, especially when it came to music. This was probably the best cover the two of you had ever done together. When you finished, there was applause filling the shop.

“Looks like the audience loves us Y/n” The blond boy said.

“They always have Michael” You smiled.

“How’ve you been? It’s been what?”

“Too long. I’m doing good. I’m guessing you are too, from the way your band has took off”

“Yes. It’s been amazing,”

“How are the guys?”

“They’re great. They’d love to see you…I’d like to spend some time with you too…”

“Michael-”

“Just dinner or something?”

“Sorry…I just can't…”

“Y/n…”

“Look Michael. It took me a long time to get over you…I understand why we had to break things off, I mean you had so many people expecting things from you, and management thought I’d be a distraction…but that doesn’t mean that years later, you can just walk into my life again Michael”

“I’m sorry…” Michael said, a pained expression on his face.

“I know Mikey” You said, tears in your eyes. “Take care of yourself ok?”

Before you could turn to go, he pulled your arm to bring you into a tight embrace. You stayed like that for awhile, wrapped in his arms. It felt so nice, brought back so many good memories. But then you pulled away, kissing his cheek.

“Bye Mikey”

“Bye Y/n”

Then you left the store, refusing to loo back. So much for the guitar picks.

…..

Later when you got home, you opened twitter, needing a distraction so you wouldn’t dwell on what just happened.

However the internet was cruel.

As soon as you opened the app you saw that you had gotten over 100 new followers. You were flattered, but knew something had to be up. Sure enough, all over your feed there was a video of you and Michael singing. There were even pictures of you guys hugging and you kissing his cheek. Of course this was all the 5sos fam was talking about.

Who is she?

Oh my gosh its Y/n! Remember when they used to date?

So cute!

Think they’re back together?

These were some of many comments you read. Weird how some fans literally knew everything, you just hoped they were just really old fans who were there from the beginning.

So that was why so many people were following you, and why you were tagged by all these people.

So much for forgetting what happened. You turned off your phone and decided to call it a night, even if it was only 8. You didn’t want to deal with anything now.

…..

The next morning you were woken up by the sound of your phone ringing. You weren’t able to resist last night, and scrolled though everything everyone was saying about you, luckily mostly nice things.

“Hello?” You said groggily. You looked at the clock. 7:30. Who calls so early?

“Miss Y/n?”

“Yes…who is this?”

“My name is Joan. I’m part of the 5sos management?”

This woke you up.

“What? Um…what do you guys want with me?”

“We’d like you to come down and meet with us. We’ll send you the address. Be here in one hour. Believe me, you should come” Then she hung up.

What the hell? Sure enough you received a text message with an address seconds later.

Feeling as though you had no choice, you quickly got dressed and headed down to meet with that goddamn management that you still couldn’t bring yourself to particularly like.

…..

The address was one of those fancy hotels that held a lot of business meetings. Sure enough, the room given to you was a conference room. There was a lady already there, who you were assuming was Joan, and another man you didn’t recognize. Of course management would change, maybe this was a good thing.

“Y/n. So glad you could make it. I’m Joan.” Joan said, standing up to shake your hand then leading you to the table.

“Hello. My name is Mark.” The man shook your hand.

“Hi…so what is this about?” You asked.

“All will be explained in just a bit Y/n. We’re waiting on one more person” Mark smiled.

“Yes and in the meantime, tell us about your former relationship with Michael?” Joan asked calmly, as if she was asking about the weather and not something very personal.

“Me and Michael? Um…we dated for about a year. Then his band started to take off. And people not to different from you thought it would be a good idea for us to break things off. End of story”

Before they could answer, the door burst open and Michael came running in.

“Sorry I’m late! I was-Y/n? What are you doing here?”

“That’s what I’m waiting to find out”

“Michael. Finally. Aright now that we have the both of you together, I’ll get straight to the point. We want the both of you to date”

“Isn’t that our decision” You said while Michael said “Woah”

“For PR purposes of course. We don’t expect you guys to be in a committed relationship based off our request. Listen it will be great for the  both of you. You both used to date before, so news of you guys getting back together will be huge. Already, those pictures from yesterday are all over the place. It will give you both some positive attention. Y/n, you are releasing an album soon are you not? This could give you the perfect opportunity to  gets some publicity-”

“Wait, you’re trying to bribe her? That’s ridiculous! I mean she’d-” Michael practically yelled, but you interrupted him.

“Might just agree. I’m not as famous as you Mikey, and my music is going well, but any attention is kind of needed right now…”

“Very good Y/n-” You also cut Joan off

“Of course I would need to know what exactly this whole “PR relationship” entitle? What do you expect us to do?“

"Everything will be set up of course. Paparazzi sent to the restaurant, they take a few photos. Then of course you guys post some things on social media, make it seem as though you guys are dating. That’s really all there is to it” Mark said.

“So do we have an agreement?” Joan added

You looked at Michael.

“You’re not actually considering this are you?” Michael asked you, completely frazzled.

“Well you wanted to do dinner right? And how bad could it be? I really need this Mikey…”

Michael sighed. “Fine. For you.”

You gave him a hug and he held you tightly.

“Alright. We’ll let you guys know the time and place of your guy’s 'first date’” Joan smiled, seeming pleased.

…..

“Laser tag?” You asked Michael. When they said date, you expected dinner, maybe even a movie, but laser tag? That was the last thing you’d think of

“They may have gave me a say into what we do…” Michael grinned

“You don’t say?” You laughed

“Alright, ready for some fun?” Michael asked while buckling you into one of those heavy jackets.

“I don’t know, ready to get your ass kicked?” You teased

“You wish” Michael said, giving you a wink.

Several hours later, he had two games on you. You couldn’t believe this. And of course, Michael didn’t let you forget it.

“Not so easy to beat am I?” Michael laughed.

“Whatever Mikey…fuck you”

“Why so salty?”

“Shut up. You won, got it. End of story, may we move on?”

“Well I won, so I get a prize don’t I?”

“Prize? What on earth could you-”

You were interrupted when he suddenly smashed his lips against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist to pull you close to him as he continued to kiss you so tenderly and passionately…

“That” He said when you both had pulled away. “I think that’s reward enough. I’m starved, you want some pizza?”

You just smiled, grabbing his hand, as you headed towards the food court.

______________ 

Author’s Note: That was long and ended terribly, I’m sorry. Nevertheless hope you liked it!! -Lydia

anonymous asked:

It's me, Lush anon! I also thought - what if Harry and Merls are going in to get some natural massage bars (Harry loves expensive stuff but merlin's skin is sensitive) and they can't stop thinking about the super cute peppy lush employee (eggsy obvvvvvvs) and keep returning before inviting him on a date as their third..... (Sorry for more prompts, I was excited I saw your reblogged lush post and I just love your writing)

Hello again Lush Anon! Since I don’t want you to worry I didn’t get either of you message, I’ll use today’s #agegapapril ficlet to answer to this one ;) The next ficlets will be tagged with agegapapril and lush verse if you want to keep up with the series ;)

For today’s ficlet, we have Merlin and Eggsy meeting for the first time, let’s see how that goes!

Huge thank you to @injureddreams for listening to my ramblings about it earlier today and agreeing to read it before I posted (and not yelling at me for neglecting our bang :P)

Day Two - Ink

Back before he got the job, Eggsy hadn’t really believed Roxy when she had told him they really get all sorts of customers at Lush. A single day of work had been enough to set him straight.

Sure, the core of their clientele are young women, but not everyone let stereotypes keep them away from good products. And even Eggsy from his very limited experience can honestly say that they are good and it isn’t just because he has been brainwashed into thinking it.

He is sufficiently self-aware to know there has been a bit of brainwashing involved since his hiring, but with his employee discount, he can more than afford the bathbombs that litters his bathroom. He even has the ready excuse that Daisy loves taking glittery baths whenever she stays over and that his purchase has nothing to do with the name, no matter how cool Dragon’s Egg sounds.

But yes, their regular clientele is diverse enough that Eggsy doesn’t think anything of it when the tall bald man steps into the shop. He wouldn’t even have taken note of it in fact, since Chantelle os currently on greeting duty while he is manning the cash, but even from back behind the counter, he can see the sleeves tattoo and the ink looks sick in the best possible way.

For once, Chantelle doesn’t insist after being dismissed and sure the man looks severe enough, but had it been Eggsy, he would have been all over him, because the man ks hot, to hell with reading your customer’s body language.

It’s a while before he’s done with the little rush at the cash, enough that he would have thought the man long gone, but he’s still there, idly looking at the products. Since she’s the one who greeted him, he’d leave Chantelle deal with him, no matter how much he’d like to have a closer look to those tattoos, but she’s still giving the man a wide berth.

He can’t understand why, since he really doesn’t look that bad, but he guesses severe-looking man covered in tattoos (or so he guesses) aren’t everyone’s type.

“Hello, can I help you with anything?”

The man looks him up and down with something like appreciation in his gaze and it takes everything for him not to preen like a peacock.

“Are you Eggsy?”

The man’s words has the effects of a cold shower on him. He doesn’t care if not a minute ago he thought the man didn’t look scary at all, in his experience, a stranger knowing his name is never a good thing.

“That depends on who’s asking?” If his manager heard him talk that way to a client, he could get written up or suspended, but really, he’d rather lose his job than have to start looking over his shoulder everywhere he goes again. He’d thought with Dean gone for good he’d be safe but clearly he had been wrong.

The stranger obviously sensed something wasn’t quite right however, because he takes a couple of steps back and offers him a weak smile.

“Sorry, I should have started with that. My name is Merlin.” He doesn’t try to offer his hand for a shake and before Eggsy can ask what kind of name ‘Merlin’ is, he goes on. “I’m not sure if you remember, but a short while back you’ve help my partner choose some massage bar. A gentleman in a suit named Harry?”

“Oh,” just like that, all the tension leaves him, “sure I remember him.” It would have been a bit hard to forget him since he had starred in quite a few of his fantasies since then. Not that his partner needs to know that.

“Good. Would you also remember what’s the one you sold him? I’d ask him, but he’s on a plane right now and I was hoping to surprise him…”

He hopes his eyes doesn’t glaze over for the short seconds he imagines it, both men naked in bed, their skin made glistening by the oil. He stops before he can decide what would be better between Harry being inked as well under his suit or not and leads Merlin over to the massage bars stand.

“You’ll want Shades of Earl Grey, except if you want to try something else?”

It’s a near thing, but he manages not to moan out loud when he notices that Merlin’s got ink all the way down to his fingers on his left hand as he reach out for one of the bar.

“No, I’d rather keep to what we know for now…” But there is a clear hesitation to his words that makes Eggsy push him a bit.

“You sure there’s nothing else you’d want to try out?” It’s kind of funny to see him so hesitant, because really besides the massage bars, there’s not much to blush over here.

“Maybe something more… specific for feet? Harry is always complaining that his feet are sore after having to travel.”

He might have only talked to either of them for less than five minutes, but it’s enough for him to feel rather envious of the relationship they seem to have. First Harry was concerned about Merlin’s sensitive skin and now Merlin wants something for Harry’s feet because he knows they’ll be sore. It might sound stupid, but his bar for a perfect relationship has just been set higher.

“I have just the thing for you, if you’ll follow me. It’s called Pink Peppermint and it’s heavenly I swear.” And Eggsy would know. He might not have anyone to rub his feet for him, but that stuff has made working long hours standing up way easier since Roxy’s shown it to him.

Merlin raises an eyebrow at the name, but says nothing as he follows him to the other side of the shop, obviously trusting him to advise him correctly.

anonymous asked:

I'm not an atheist or someone that thinks religion is stupid because it's illogical etc, but I keep wondering....why do bad things happen? Can't God will humans to be great or created them perfectly? Perhaps it's unreasonable for me to pin the blame on him, but I keep questioning why bad things happen. It's silly, I know. I'm too idealistic to think that the world can be a utopia and all. But I just want people to be happy. Ugh, excuse my Fe, that's overly dramatic of me.

This is an excellent question, and one that philosophers have been trying to answer for ages.

I think the only actual logical answer for this comes through the Bible. (Also, I’ve read the Bible all the way through eleven times and am working on reading it through the twelfth time, so, while I’m not a Bible scholar, I know more or less what’s actually there. Just so you know. I’m not just spouting off things here.)

So, first of all, when God created the first man, He did so so that man would be “in the image of God.” This doesn’t mean that man was another mini-god, it just means that God made man to be able to think and reason and have a will. God wanted someone with whom he could be friends, to put it simply.

Now, God is a fairly complex being, and I don’t think it’s fair to say that I, a mere human, can understand completely what’s in His mind. Even in the book of Jeremiah, God says that His thoughts are higher than our thoughts, and His ways are higher than our ways, and because of this we can’t necessarily understand them. To make an analogy, a human is like a computer created by a person. We are intelligent and capable of great things, but we aren’t nearly as intelligent and capable of great things as the person who made us. It’s only a so-so analogy, but you get the point.

The thing is, God created man to be able to talk to and fellowship with, which means that man needed to be able to think independently of Him. God wanted man to depend on Him, but He also gave man his own will, so that each one of us would have to decide to be His friend.

And, in order to give man the chance to choose Him, God had to also provide the chance for man not to choose Him. It was the only fair thing, if you think about it. I mean, God could have said, “Oh, look at this man always choosing me and being my perfect friend!” But if there is no other option, is there really a choice going on?

So, in order for the relationship to be true, there had to be a way out of it. 

Yes, God could have made no way out, but then we would have been little better than robots. We would have loved Him because we HAD to love Him, and not because we wanted to.

God made the way out very simple, too. He put a tree in the middle of the garden He had made for the first couple to live in, and He told them they must never eat the fruit that grew on the tree. It was called the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. If they did eat from it, then God said they would die. He didn’t just mean physical death, either, although that was certainly a part of it. He meant that they would be living without their friendship with Him. 

Now, if you had created people specifically so that you could have friends, would you be wise enough to give them a way out? God is not interested in forcing people to do anything they don’t absolutely want to do. But if someone or something starts doing something they weren’t made to do, then the consequences are bad. We were made to be the friends of God. If we choose not to be, then the consequences are obviously going to be to our detriment.

And, for a little while, they didn’t eat the fruit that grew on that tree.

But God seems to be in the habit of giving His creations the choice of what they want to do, and an earlier creation of His, a cherub that He had made to cover His throne and reflect His glory (see Ezekiel 28:12-15), had rebelled against Him. That cherub’s name was Lucifer, also known as Satan. And Satan couldn’t stand the fact that God had made this perfect creation known as man, so he decided to come down and mar it.

Satan’s plan was simple. He tricked the first woman into eating the fruit that God had told them not to eat. And the first man, because he loved the first woman, decided to take his place with her. He also ate the fruit, although the Bible says that he wasn’t deceived. So, with his eyes wide open, the first man chose his path away from God.

Obviously, the consequences that God had promised would fall had to fall. The first man and the first woman had to die. They died physically many years later, but they also died inside; that is, they were no longer free to be friends with God. They had chosen a different way.

I think God’s heart must have broken. They didn’t trust Him enough to believe that the knowledge of Good and Evil was not better for them than God’s perfect friendship. When a person knows good and evil, then he is responsible to make a lot of other choices for himself, too. They had just chosen a life full of difficult choices.

The thing is, God always knew that if this possibility occurred, He could still rescue His creation. I don’t think God is ever surprised by what we do. And, just like the man had chosen, with eyes wide open, to fall from God’s friendship in order to be with the woman, God decided to become a man Himself.

You see, God allowed the possibility of pain, but it was man who chose the pain. Once man chose that knowledge, the world was forever flawed. Obviously, if the first man knew both good and evil, then all of his descendants would know it, too. And, the strange thing is, when man has a choice between good and evil, as often as not he’ll choose the evil.

The pain and suffering in the world today is directly the consequence of the first man’s choice to separate himself from God’s friendship.

However, because God created us specifically to be His friends, instead of simply destroying mankind, He decided to save them. And, I think that we sometimes brush over how important this fact is.

Yes, there’s suffering, but there could have been nothing. God could have just done away with everyone instead. No, He decided to become one of His own creations. He came down to Earth as a man. He learned what it was like to live here. Instead of just sitting up in Heaven, He came and He learned what it was like to be human through direct experience.

And then his own creations killed Him.

The thing is, this was part of God’s plan. God loved us enough that He was willing to experience the consequences of man’s choice so that all humans could have the possibility of choosing Him again. When God in human form (Jesus) died by crucifixion, He was literally taking all of man’s choice to reject Him and in effect saying, “This is the consequence of that choice.”

When Jesus rose from the grave three days later, then He was, in effect saying, “But I’ve broken the consequence. I’ve opened the choice back up.”

God didn’t write us off. He knew that we had chosen not to be His friends, but instead of just destroying us, He gave us another choice. 

Now we can choose to be His friends again. But, like that first choice, God’s not going to force us into it, and you can be sure that Satan isn’t going to try to trick you into making this choice.

Now, God has given all mankind the choice to accept the work that He did. If you accept the fact that God took the consequences of your sin, then you can tell Him so and become His child and His friend. You can literally begin to do what you as a human were created to do.

This doesn’t mean that you automatically stop having bad things happening to you. You still have that knowledge of good and evil, but now you have accepted the fact that it’s been paid for by God Himself, and, with His help, you can learn how to live in a way that brings Him happiness.

The Bible says in Romans 10:9 that “if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thy heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved.”

This is the new choice God has given people. He gives them the choice to be saved from the consequences of their sins. And anyone can do this at anytime.

That is what I believe about evil, and I hope it helps!

fic recommendation
  • Once Upon a Marichat Marinette’s late night run in with Chat Noir has put her on high alert. It’s one thing to see him as Ladybug, but his stepping into her personal life seems a little bit much. As he continues to visit her at night, her friendship with Adrien grows by day. Her life as a superhero and normal girl are almost melding together, the exact opposite of what she wants. Will she be able to conquer her shyness and confront Adrien? Will she embrace Chat Noir and accept him in her normal life too? Will she be able to keep up the facade of “just Marinette” around them? ]


  • Secret Santa Adrien and Marinette get each others name in their class secret santa and the gifts have to be perfect. ]


  • New Year’s Dance - Secret Santa’s sequel [ Adrien swallows his nerves and asks Marinette to be his date to a New Year’s gala. ]


  • Heartstrings [ one of marinette’s rare unlucky days turns into something treacherous. thanks to a certain cat, the real danger passes, but there are other things to be more afraid of. her heart, for example, might be one of them. ]


  • Obsession [ Miraculous has unintended side effects. A chance encounter leaves Chat Noir in Marinette’s magic hands. Scritch and scratch, this kitty has needs. ]


  • Glaze - Obsession’s sequel [ He watched her fade, right before his eyes, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. ]


  • Quiver - Obsession’s third part [ Spring in Paris, a time for flowers and love, for fashion and passion. But heated blood can lead to dangerous decisions and Adrien’s about to discover how hard things can be. Hawk Moth is on the horizon. ]


  • Stray Chat [ It’s going to primarily be an (older) Marichat and Adrienette fanfiction, and these two are going to be around each other nearly 24/7, (although they may not realize it) ]


  • Sleepwalking [ “The last thing he remembered was lying in bed, trying his best to finally fall asleep. He hadn’t slept well in a while, and once he actually managed to fall asleep, he usually woke up on the ground next to his bed, or dangling down from the side of it. His head always hurt when he was awake, and he felt more tired with each passing night.
    But none of this explained what he was doing here of all places. Adrien Agreste, the model and hero of Paris, was dressed in his leathery superhero suit, and he wasn’t inside of his own room either. How the hell did he get here?” ]


  • Complications [ Adrien feels lonely one night, so he decides to visit a certain classmate. Things spiral out of control from there. ]


  • I Know You [ So Chat gets bored and decides to visit his Princess, duet singing is the result. ]


  • Tikki’s New Friend [ The dog was easily the height of his chest, and the young woman walking it could have only come up to his shoulder. But she was just cheerfully walking along beside the dog, chatting and laughing happily with a redheaded young woman. The dog was a big black beast—he didn’t know the breed then, nor did he particularly care, but it whined pitifully when its equally dark-haired owner paused to read a street sign. She just giggled and reached out a hand to ruffle its fur, and the giant’s tail wagged happily. ]


  • Le Petit Soleil [ “Marinette Dupain-Cheng was a fiery ball of warmth in his dull, dull world and he wanted nothing more than to lazily stretch out in her light and soak it in.” ]



  • About Time - TimeTravel!AU [ What might happen when the lucky duo meets their future selves?
    Chat gets thrown into the future and meets a future Ladybug while his future self ends up in the past. It’s up to Ladybug to get these two cats back to where they’re suppose to be while avoiding spoilers.
    ]


  • Truthful Scars [ Adrien Agreste has never been an expert in controlling his emotions. When feelings for his classmate in pigtails begin to arise, he can’t stop himself from seeing her any chance he gets—even when wearing a pair of cat ears and a black tail. Although his affections are strong and true, he doesn’t exactly know how to deal with them, especially under the watchful eye of his father. After all, what’s a boy to do when he accidentally finds out that the girl he’s got a crush on returns his feelings? ]


  • Rooftop Rendezvous [ Marinette is perplexed by the presence of her partner Chat Noir… in her civilian life. Maybe getting to know him as Marinette could help her understand him better as Ladybug. ]



  • Gently Into the Night [ Even heroes need a pick me up sometimes. For Chat Noir, a certain Princess is just the remedy. ]


  • Lucky Strike [ There is so much more about Marinette than he usually sees, and Adrien is beggining to want to know even more. ]


  • Check Yes Juliet [ He was never meant to hear it. It was just a wry observation during a particularly smooth battle with an akuma, one she hadn’t even realized she’d voiced until her partner in crime stiffened beside her. “If only asking out my crush was this easy.” ]


  • Boutique [ In which Marinette opens an online store, Adrien is hormonal, and Alya is bae. ]


  • On Her Balcony at Midnight [ She looks like an angel, and although he knows he shouldn’t, that she could be in danger if anyone sees, he can’t stop himself. ]


  • The Cat’s Out of the Bag [ Ladybug bolted through the school’s halls and slipped into an empty corridor before releasing her transformation and collapsing on the floor for a moment.
    Well, at least, she thought the corridor was empty, until she heard a gasp from further down.
    “Marinette? You’re… Ladybug?”
    In which Nino discovers Marinette is Ladybug and Alya discovers Adrien is Chat Noir. ]


  • A Stroke of Luck [ It was time for her to move on, she knew that. She was twenty-four, now a proud owner of her family’s bakery, and still hung up on the boy she had loved from a little more than ten years ago. No, that was wrong. She was still in love with the boys from back then. In which both Marinette and Adrien uncover a new layer of relationships. ]




  • TLC [ Adrien had a long day at work, but Marinette is the perfect remedy. ]


  • Telltale [ It all starts with a simple injury, but slowly Ladybug begins to really see who Chat Noir is, and Adrien begins to see Marinette… ]


  • Appeler un chat un chat [ One night Chat Noir decides to make a joke about Adrien Agreste, and it just so happens to rub Ladybug the wrong way. But as their relationship becomes more awkward and confusing, Marinette and Adrien’s is just blossoming. ]


  • Unexpected Surprise [ He was looking at her and couldn’t believe his eyes. A small, blond girl, with emerald green eyes and some freckles scattered on her nose – a splitting image of his mother, except the freckles maybe. He didn’t remember her very well due to the fact that she died when he was still a tween but he studied every single picture they had of her and he knew every detail of her face and now he was watching her playing with her dolls at the park. Her name was Emma. Emma Dupain-Cheng, to be exact. ]



  • Two Truths and a Lie [ The game is simple enough: two truths and a lie. What’s less simple is what Chat and Ladybug learn after playing. ]


  • Just Practice [ “There’s something I’ve been meaning to… to practice. You’ll help me, won’t you, Chat?” When Ladybug asks for a favor, how can he possibly say no? ]


  • A Million Kisses and More [ Marinette couldn’t believe she was in this situation. One could argue it was thanks to Ladybug’s luck, but Marinette hesitated to label ‘making out with your longtime crush on a regular basis but always disguised as your superhero persona’ as exactly lucky. ]


  • It’s Complicated [ Chat Noir wants to confess to Ladybug. Marinette wants to confess to Adrien. Somehow, things just keep spiraling out of control instead. ]



  • Key Weapon Association for Managing Incidents - SecretAgents!AU [ It all began between two organisations with a history of rivalry. Marinette is recruited by K.W.A.M.I., a secret agent organisation who gives her the code-name ‘Ladybug’. As Marinette devles deeper and deeper into the world of K.W.A.M.I., many secrets will be revealed, and many relationships taut with stress. Whoever thought A.K.U.M.A. would be such a threat? ]



  • Drowing Shadows [ It was fate who drove them apart, and it was fate who brought them together again. Here he was opening old scars, and here she was covering them up again. ]


  • Someone To Hold On To [ Chat Noir finds himself looking for comfort in places more likely than he’d think. ]




  • La Curiosité du Chat [ When both Marinette and Ladybug take a trip to China to visit family at the same time, Adrien finds it to be a coincidence that’s impossible to ignore. He’s determined to figure out if his suspicions are correct, but what’s a cat to do when his curiosity gets him into more trouble than he bargained for? Well, it’s complicated especially where feelings are concerned. ]


  • Sunlight, Firelight, Starlight [ Adrien knows he shouldn’t do it. Adrien knows that there will be consequences to this action and Adrien knows this is probably a bad idea but Adrien is not here on this rooftop, Chat is, and Chat is tired of staring up at the girl who hung the moon and wishing, and every fiber of his being is telling him to leave that behind and take the chance to do something with someone who is with him, on his level.
    So he does. ]


  • Pickup Lines [ She’d started to notice little changes out of the suit as of late. Each day she was getting a little stronger, a little faster, a little more agile. ]


  • The Night Patrol [ Ladybug and Chat Noir independently discover each others’ civilian identities, and start doing their own night patrols to secretly learn more about one another. In the process, they find themselves falling even harder for each other—but when they fight together, both feel compelled to pretend that they don’t know the truth. ]




  • I’m a Liar in a Way That’s Uniquely my Own [ “All the world’s a stage,” he purred. “I’m just the only one who can see it.” It shouldn’t have been possible for Hawk Moth to take Adrien. But then, they dealt with impossible things every day. ]


  • Can I Get Your Name? - CoffeeShop!AU [ Every day, Adrien Agreste comes into Starbucks and orders a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle. And every day, Marinette makes it a personal challenge to give him a different nickname. Little does she know that this little bit of fun will reveal Adrien’s other identity - Chat Noir. ]


  • Won’t Tell a Soul - TurtleNino!AU [ Nino accidentally runs head long into the biggest most stressful secret he can imagine, but now that he knows the truth about Marinette he is determined to help her in any way he can. ]


  • The Weight of Jade - Won’t Tell a Soul’s sequel [ A box with a bracelet appears at Nino’s home, but is he ready for what comes with it? ]


  • A Werecat in London [ After an unfortunate encounter with an akuma while in London on a business trip, Chat Noir is forced to deal with the unexpected consequences. Can Ladybug help him return to his normal self, or will he be stuck for the rest of his life getting in touch with his wild side? ]


  • Marinette, the Teenage (Sassy) Witch - Magic!AU [ Meet Adrien. All he wanted to do was live his life being the most powerful wizard in the kingdom. Except he’s cursed and a cat. Meet Marinette. All she wanted was to summon her idol, Adrien Agreste, save him from whatever spell he’s surely under, have him fall in love with her, get married, and live happily ever after while also being heralded as the greatest witch to ever live. Instead, she gets a cat. ]


  • The Cat Goes… Meow? [ He shakily looked down in growing horror expecting to see gloved hands only to find adorable cat paws?! ]


  • Satisfaction Brought It Back - BDSM!AU [ Most people rekindled friendships with people from high school over Facebook or Twitter. Most people met for coffee, shared pictures of their bratty children, and sent old friends Christmas letters once a year. Marinette was clearly not most people as she had somehow hooked up with her former high school crush on a bondage dating website and didn’t know it until he was standing in front of her with an identical look of bemused embarrassment plastered all over his pretty face. ]


  • Don’t Threaten Me With a Good Time - UndergroundFighting!AU [ Marinette thought she had reached her capacity for speechlessness and idiocy in the face of sexy. That is, until she saw Chat Noir. ]



  • Curiosity and Satisfaction - Enemy!AU [ When Adrien agreed to this line of work, he thought all his focus would be on the job of catching the elusive Lady Luck. It never crossed his mind that someone else would catch his attention. ]