besides it suits him more

I’M HERE JUST LAUGHING SO HARD BECAUSE OF ALL THE REACTIONS OF THE PEOPLE AROUND THEM.

Look at that man with the blue suit, and the girl beside him.

“Well seems someone drank more than they shoud….”

Then we have who I’m guessing is Sara. She looks ready to record the moment.

“Oh it’s Yuuri!”

Then we have Mila.

And the poor girl just can’t hold it anymore…

And now even Victor has to take some photos, he doesn’t even care he is talking with other people at the moment.

“Ok just wai-… I only need one photo of this… Ok done!”

Also JJ…

“Don’t worry, we are cooler than that.”

AND YURI WHAT ARE YOU EVEN… OMG

They are feeling it….

THE SAME MAN FROM THE FIRST PHOTO.

“Oh no… now there’s another one.”

VICTOR JUST JOINED THE PARTY

AND YURI WHAT ARE YOU EVEN…

MORE PHOTOS

“SO SCANDALOUS.”

“OK now… who brought the pole?”

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Make me choose: Lelouch or Twelve

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A/N: For @avasmommy224‘s challenge! My prompt was Tree with the gif below. 

Pairing: Prophet!Chuck x Reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff

Word Count: 3293

Tagging: @yearoftheweasley @lizzy077 @magpiegirl80 @ashiewesker

Chuck’s house was dull in a sense, adopting a flat grey look adorned with empty glasses and scattered manuscripts. It definitely could have been more livelier, and with the prophet usually acting half-dead after his chaotic visions, the space could use a little life. So, since you were Chuck’s closest friend, you took the initiative to burst into his house with boxes stacked upon boxes full of Christmas tree parts and ornaments. “Happy Decem-WOAH!” You broke off into a surprised shout as a drinking glass shattered against the wall near your head. “Chuck!” You scowled at him, bettering your grip on the pile of boxes as you edged your way more carefully into his house.

“S-Sorry! I thought I told you to knock before entering!” Chuck gasped out, hands slightly shaky from the adrenaline as he stood from his hiding place behind the couch.

Due to the apocalypse being currently on its way, Chuck had been on high alert, aware of the angels watching him and the visions coming his way. You honestly felt sorry for him, knowing you’d never fully understand being so on edge like he was. Any moment a headache leading to a vision could seize him, throwing him into a chaotic session of black and white flashes, a sliver of a story playing out behind those intense blue eyes. The house was tainted with anxiety and despair, painful cries being swallowed by the walls, the door acting more as a blockade rather than an exit. You wanted him to be okay, wanted to somehow ease his pain until the Winchesters sorted this mess out. They were the reason why you started visiting Chuck in the first place, claiming you should keep an eye on him in case any angels decided to pop in for a visit.

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Just Like That

Chapter One

(Prologue)

Pairing: Natan

Rating: Mature (for later chapters)

A/N: @leafno​ wrote a pretty hefty chunk of this chapter and it fit so perfectly I couldn’t bring myself to change it, so with her permission I left it in! Everything she wrote will be hyperlinked to her blog.

And I’ve been travelling through the dirt and the grime, from the past to the future, through the space and the time.

—Grateful Dead, “Any Road”


6 Years Later, March

“The day is almost over, yaa shabab, but it’s not done yet. Get your asses in gear and get that last beam up and you all can go home.”

There was a collective groan from the men stationed in a staggered circle, ready to depart for the day, and Lucifer glanced over his shoulder at the setting sun, still scorching its path across the sand with no absence of spite about its descent beneath the horizon. He turned to follow his co-workers further into the site to finish the day’s job and lifted the rim of his hard hat to wipe the sweat and dirt from his brow.

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hot magenta is a godsend

( let’s be honest we all want a fic wherein jake and amy babysit nikolaj. title is from Ode to Crayola by Lemon Demon. also semi inspired by this )

So yeah okay, neither of them are exactly the best equipped at handling children, from Amy’s inability to connect with them on a kids-level, and Jake’s compulsion to lapse into cop stories that are just a teensy bit too non-PG for the sensitive ears of children (or their parents) but for Charles, they make an exception. Well actually, the exception comes about when Jake rolls over to Amy and says, panicked under his breath, “I accidentally agreed to babysitting Nikolaj and I need help because I keep pronouncing his name wrong.”

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16. baby it’s cold outside

As beautiful as the holiday party was, that didn’t mean that everyone present was enjoying it. The venue was splendid and the decorations made some small, non-cynical part of Yasha’s soul roll about in delight. That didn’t mean that he was having a fun time watching his co-workers get progressively more drunk. Or, for that matter, that his date was. 

“You can admit it if you’re bored to tears,” Yasha remarked as he slid into the chair beside Steve’s at the table, flashing him a little smile. He’d noticed his husband slipping away from a thoroughly boring-seeming conversation with his co-worker’s date some ten minutes ago to steal some food and settle down at their table; he’d finally been able to slip away from his boss’s wife and sit down beside him. 

Steve should wear suits more often, he noted for the dozenth time that night. He looked amazing

“I think another half-hour and we can leave,” he added, taking a sip of champagne and resisting the urge to steal a pastry from Steve’s plate. They’d had a better day so far in terms of how the past few weeks (months) had gone; he doubted Steve would mind too much. Still, he knew that the other hadn’t been having the best night socializing with people who shared very few of his interests in any respect, so he was hoping to make it up to him. “How about I fix us a bath when we get back?” he offered softly, brushing his knuckles along Steve’s. “Give you a massage.”