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The Children of Lir for sulienapgwien

“Away from me, ye children of Lir,
Henceforth the sport of the wild winds
Until Lairgnen and Deoch come together,
Until ye are on the north-west of Red Erin.

"A sword of treachery is through the heart of Lir,
Of Lir the mighty champion,
Yet though I have driven a sword.
My victory cuts me to the heart.”

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there’s a lot of discourse in the voltron fandom rn but i think we can all agree that pidge is an actual blessing so

(also just a heads up pidge is referred to using they/them pronouns in this) 

Working through college had never been Bitty’s ideal situation, but it was the price he had to pay for choosing an out-of-state school, he supposed. Thankfully, between Samwell’s generous grants and his work-study allowance, he could scrape by at the pricey university without too much help from his parents. Even more thankfully, he’d managed to score a great job in a campus cafe in his freshman year. Sadly, his sophomore year didn’t work out quite so nicely. The cafe couldn’t manage to work around his schedule as well as it had the previous year, so Bitty was stuck scrambling desperately for a job at the start of the semester. He couldn’t be too upset about ending up working in the library’s main computer lab.

Overall, he didn’t mind it too much. The bulk of his job was just to remind people not to eat or drink too close to the computers and to occasionally go around and log out of any idling, unmanned computers. Otherwise, he was left to do homework (read: scroll through Twitter) at the front desk. He was doing just that, French textbook open in front of him and phone resting on top so he could use it one-handed, when someone cleared their throat above him. His startled jerk was enough to knock his phone into the floor, and he was thoroughly embarrassed by the time he grabbed it up and gave his attention to the man at the desk.

The guy looked familiar in the same way that most students around the small campus looked familiar and so obviously unknown to him. He was tall, with dark hair flopping over his forehead and a surly enough look on his face to drain the blush right out of Bitty’s cheeks. Still, Bitty managed to offer him an only slightly shaky smile. “Hi, sorry about that! I promise I’m not usually so jumpy, Lord. God knows what’s gotten into me. What can I do for you?”

“I, euh…” Maybe Bitty was imagining it, but he could have sworn the guy’s cheeks turned a little rosy. “I was wondering which printer to use?”

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discourse gothic
  • you’ve seen this url before. have you seen this url before? you need to take a nap. all the chevrons are blurring together. 
  • in your dreams, you are awakened repeatedly by several people with purple hair. “op is an aphobe,” they say. “yikes :/“ 
  • your last five reblogs are just homophobic posts followed by a chain of keysmashes. you think the discourse may have once involved discussion, but you’re not sure. 
  • someone reblogs your post and attaches a gif of a white boy rolling his eyes. you do not try to respond. you have tried that too many times. you are always blocked. 
  • your friend calls. it is her birthday. she offers you a slice of cake. you scream and curl up in a ball. 
  • you have blacklisted "queer.” you try to hateread an inclusionist’s blog, but tumblr savior has hidden every single post. that can’t be right. you frown and hit “show anyway.” you regret it. 
  • your mother wants to show you a funny comic from the sunday paper. you shudder and excuse yourself. comics as a medium have been ruined for you. 
  • you spend 30 seconds making a text post about something that vaguely irritates you. at least three different people respond telling you to stop vagueing them. you write out long, apologetic explanations but then discover you cannot send them. you have been blocked. you eat a whole sleeve of crackers instead.
  • an irl friend says “lgbtqia.” you get blackout drunk. 
  • you no longer attach any particular meaning to the words “assimilationist,” “radical,” or “reactionary.” you think maybe they should be banned. you try to make a text post about this but fall asleep on your keyboard halfway though. you are tired… so tired.
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There are some players who do not come with a price tag

Room 316 (M)

word count: 5.1k

genre: smut + a little fluff; CEO!seungcheol

pairing: reader/seungcheol

summary: your boss, CEO choi seungcheol, has been injured in a car accident and you go to visit him; strictly out of worry as a friend and employee, definitely not because you harbor a sort-of crush on the man. but as the anesthetics leave seungcheol a little loose, he ends up saying more than you were meant to hear and it reveals a lot about what you mean to him.

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Early Morning

I know we haven’t talked that much, but I wanted to wish you a happy birthday with a little drabble, too.
Happy birthday @amalasdraws , I hope today will be full of nice things, surprises, and fun!


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The sun is peaking through the curtains, directly on his face.
There’s a rosy-orangish light all around, dispersed by the early summer air. Everything is shaded softly, the blunt edges smoothed, bathed in light.

It’s annoyingly early, and every other day Hajime would probably roll over and just fall asleep again, but today it’s okay. This early wake up call it’s welcomed.

They’d been out the night before, celebrating with Mattsun and Makki, clubbing, drinking, laughing, dancing everything off.
He doesn’t know what they were celebrating exactly, but it’s not like it’s really important: sometimes it’s just good to celebrate at all, celebrating life, the sheer fact of being able to breath, see each other, to link hands again.

Hajime had drunk a bit too much, but it was okay. He liked being a bit buzzed while dancing - he enjoyed dancing in the club so much, surrounded by people with the same wild happiness as himself - it made everything lighter.
But he loved even more dancing with Tooru while being both a bit buzzed: he shined so much Hajime couldn’t take his eyes off of him. Tooru’s smile was blinding, furiously full with happiness and freedom. He loved him so much in those moments.

They’d probably stumbled home somewhere around two or three o'clock, cause there had been time for other things before falling asleep. Tooru’s skin had tasted salty with sweat under his tongue, his eyes still shining with the same wild happiness from before.

Now, he was awake and his boyfriend was sleeping like a log, his face smashed in the pillow. There was even a bit of drool in the left corner of his mouth. His hairs were mussed, spiked up in every direction from when Hajime had plunged his hands in them.


He had never seen someone so beautiful.


Tooru could whine, complain all the time about how he was absolutely hideous with his hair unkempt, his skin wrinkled with pillow-lines, but Hajime would always answer back with a softly whispered word «Beautiful» - almost inaudible at the end because his breath always seemed to fail him in favour of leaving place to emotions - with a feather like brush of fingers on his cheek.


(Tooru would blush furiously then, ‘cause for all his coolness he still wasn’t able to take Hajime’s compliments without showing his true emotions)


Hajime smiles softly at the thought, while gently brushing Tooru shoulder, uncovered by the sheets. Tooru reacts with a shiver and some incomprehensible mumbled word.

Hajime smile widens a bit: he loves early mornings bathed in dawn’s light, now.

Naughty Boy*

Steve Rogers x Reader Fic

Paring: Steve Rogers x Reader  |  Word Count: 2068
Warnings: Fluff, Embarrassed Steve, Smut NSFW (18+)

Song: Nasty Naughty Boy by Christina Aguilera (this is what happens when I spend the day trolling Spotify instead of being productive.)

Summary: Steve’s birthday takes a surprising turn.


“What in the world are we doing here?” Steve asked, cheeks already reddening.

“You only turn a hundred once, Cap,” Natasha snickered, leading Steve toward a table just slightly off center of the stage.

“Yeah, but…” he sighed when Bucky clamped the metal hand on his shoulder and shoved him in a chair.

“You’re such a wuss. It’s not a strip club, so what’s your beef?” Bucky snickered.

“Yeah, Cap. It’s burlesque. You don’t even get to see… the fun bits,” Sam snickered. “Plus, this is a nice place. Classy.”

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Consistency

Request: You want some peter parker angst???? What about Peter missing the reader’s birthday and other things(like dates and stuff) cause of spiderman(reader knows abt his secret identity) and the reader breaks down cause he was the only constant in their life?

Requested by: @mjwavson

A/N: Ohhh ;) also, I forgot to tag people in the last imagine, my apologies :)

Pairing: Peter x Reader

Warnings: angst.

Tag’s List: @super-river-walker - @deathofthethrones
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Peter had done it to you time and time again. Dates, get togethers, parties, everything. You name it, Peter had missed it. 

At first you’d understood, you’d even been proud of it. Your boyfriend was the Spider-Man, out saving people from small things, out saving people from much larger things. It was always knew. And even if he did miss the event, he always came eventually, sharing all of his adventures. Then, you grew tired of it. What’s the point of dating someone if you never get to see them? 

Anytime you saw him it was about him. Not because he deliberately made it about him. But he came in the deep depths of the night, injured and battered, tired. So you cleaned his wounds, asked him what happened and you spent the rest of the night taking care of him, listening to his day until he fell asleep. It was starting to effect your school work, starting to effect your mentality. But you never said anything and not just because you thought you didn’t have a right, he was Spider-Man, better people living then you getting to go on a date. But because you loved him, more than anything, he was the only family you had.

Your own didn’t care for you. Your mother, your only parent still standing, didn’t care for you and she spent more time out of the city than she did with you. You never saw her. But then you’d met Peter, and he had been the one constant thing in your life. The one thing you could always depend on. Your own true family. He’d trusted you so much that he’d told you right away when he got his spidey-powers. You two had been inseparable.

Had been, being the key words.

But never, not once did you think he’d ditch you on your birthday. Ever since meeting him, you’d have a small gathering with all your friends, Peter included, obviously, and then after they left it’d be you and Peter. Both of you. Peter also, always had something special for you, anything you could think of he did it for you. And you loved him for it. You loved him for it more than anything. It had been your thing. Constancy. 

Though, this year, even though in fact he had surprised you, not in a good way.

“Thanks for coming, Michelle.” You smiled, giving her a light hug. She of course returned the hug, squeezing you extra tight because she knew you needed it. Smiling softly at her, you shut the door behind her, waving one final time and turning around to your last guest. Ned was the last to stay and even if you were doing your best to hide it, you knew he knew you were upset.

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” Ned mumbled, shaking his head. “I don’t know why he’d do this.”

“I don’t know either.” You shrugged, biting your lip to stop yourself from crying. “But, he’s Spider-Man remember? Duty calls.” You tried to joke, your chuckle coming out more bitter than you’d expected. 

“Do you want me to stay… or?” Ned offered, knowing that once he left you’d be completely and utterly alone on your birthday. But though the offer was tempting, it was wrong to keep him. So smiling the brightest you could, you waved your hand off, “nah. I’m good.” Ned returned the smile , nodding albeit unsurely, he headed towards the door.

Hugging him, you watched him walk through the door of your house, closing it behind him. Silence flooded your ears, as you turned around, finding the bare room. Taking a deep shaky breath, you began cleaning up the place. You eventually lost yourself in the cleaning, singing toons in your head to distract yourself. You were so focused on yourself you didn’t even hear the thump of someone entering the house or the footsteps that followed.

“Y/N?” Jumping, you let out a tiny scream, the plate you’d been cleaning falling from your hands and breaking against the silver of the sink. You made no hesitation, turning to see the intruder but immediately calming when you saw it was only Peter. And rather in his Spider-Man suit he often visited you in, he wore his normal clothes, something behind his back as he smiled nervously.

“Jesus, Peter. You scared me to death.” Panting slightly, you held your hand against your chest. Faintly you saw Peter make his was closer to yourself, finally pulling his hand from behind his back. What you found was a bouquet of flowers. Though it was sweet, it definitely didn’t make up for anything. Though, you softly muttered thank you anyway, grabbing the flowers and placing them in a vase. You said nothing, finding nothing to say.

“I’m sorry.” Peter finally mumbled. “I’m sorry I missed your birthday.” Confused, you turned your eyes to the clock. It was in fact twelve in the morning, meaning the next time. That stung just a bit more. But as you looked at Peter you found yourself unable to hide the hurt you felt anymore, tired of everything. And before you could even stop yourself, tears burst from your eyes and you let out a sob. “You’re sorry?” You asked, sniffling. “I’m sorry that I started dating a man who doesn’t even want to see me.” 

You knew it was unfair of you to say such a thing, but you had such pent up grief you didn’t care.

Peter stepped even closer, worry in his eyes as he shook his head. “No. No. I want to see you, it’s just-”

“It’s just you’re Spider-Man.” You interrupted, moving your head away from his head. Wiping your own sleeve against your cheek, it was only useless as more tears fell. “I know. I know. And i’m sorry. But I got all dressed up. Dolled up on my birthday for no one.”

“I see you now,” Peter tried but you only shook your head.

“You missed my birthday. That was our thing!” Anger flooded you, and raising your hands you smacked it against his chest repeatedly. Not caring if he was injured. Not caring what this was doing to him and just repeatedly smacking him to wash away the anger you felt. Peter did nothing to stop you, letting you hit him. “You’ve been the one constant thing, and you’re no longer constant. You are my family, and now you’ve become like my mom! Someone i never see!” 

Finishing with one smack, you hefted against him. Panting heavily, you grabbed ahold of him, just desperate to feel his warmth again. Peter immediately returned the hug, squeezing you tight as he rocked you to sooth you. You sobbed against his chest, him shushing you softly.

“I’m sorry.” Peter whispered; “so sorry.”

Happy Suho Day: Happy birthday to the sweetest, dorkiest, funniest, and best leader out there. Thank you for blessing us with your presence and the privilege of witnessing some of your greatest times in life. We thank you for the seven years of hard work you’ve gone through and how you continuously work just as hard today. Not only are we proud of the man you’ve grown to be, but we love you, our bunny prince, and we will continue to love you until the colors fade from this world 🐰❤️

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BABY BABY BABY PLEASE ONE WHERE SHE FORGETS HIS BIRTHDAY ANGST ANGST ANGST

You groaned, plopping beside Harry on the couch. “My phone broke.” You looked at the shattered screen of your phone with a frown. 

Harry looked at it, wincing at the sight. “Damn. What happened?” 

“I stumbled, it fell and a car just happened to pass. Right on it.” You sighed before letting out another groan and curling to Harry’s side, making him wrap his arm around you. 

“Rough day at work?” He asked quietly, beginning to stroke your hair.

“The worst!” 

That was 3 days ago. Harry knew you still hadn’t got a new phone and you declined his offer to get you a new one but did you really need your phone to remember his birthday? 

When the clock had struck 12, you were already sleeping from 10 so Harry excused that. He knew you were tired and your job had been kicking your ass. But when you woke up and still showed no rememberance of the day, he was disappointed. 

What didn’t really help was the fact that you had this Wednesday, 1st of February, off from work.

Harry cleared his throat, eyes on you as you stirred your tea in the morning. “Hey, baby. Do you not uh,” He paused, “Want to do anything today?” 

You took a small sip from your tea, looking at him. You shook your head, “You know how work has worn me out this week. I just want to stay in and do absolutely nothing.” You smiled. 

Harry nodded reluctantly, his attention moving towards replying to a birthday wish he had received from one of his friends. Maybe you had something up your sleeve? A surprise? 

Declining every birthday outing and clubbing offered by his mates, Harry wanted to spend his 24th birthday with his girlfriend who at 7 had yet to acknowledge the day. 

“Hey, H?” He heard you shout from upstairs. 

His ears perked up, a childish grin on his face. This is the moment, he thought. “Yeah?” 

“Can you come up here for a moment?” Harry had already leaped from the couch, taking two steps at a time before bargin inside the room. 

“I thought you forg-” He paused, eyebrows furrowing when he saw you dressed in a casual dress, putting your earing on. 

“Help me with the shoes.” You said, looking at your bare feet. 

“Where are you going?” Harry asked, his tone dropping. 

“I’m going out with Rachel for a couple of hours. Well I think a couple of hours. She feels a little down.” You frowned, looking at him. “Being a good friend.” 

“You’re kidding right?” Harry asked in disbelief, “You’re actually going out? Tonight? And because Rachel is feeling down?”

“Uh, yeah? What’s the problem?” You asked confusingly as Harry let out a small chuckle. 

“Oh nothing, no problem at all,” He held his hands up, shaking his head. “Just thought you might have wanted to actually put me first, at least just for tonight but guess that is hard.” He said sarcastically. 

“Woah, woah, what’s going on with you?” You jumped to your defense. “We had been sitting together all day since 9 am. You were on your phone like half of the time.” 

“Don’t mind me, was just replying to birthday messages.” Harry gave you a sarcastic smile, “Tell Rachel to feel better.” He left the room, leaving you wide eyed. 

“Shit, shit, shit.” You reached towards the drawer, taking out your alarm to look at the day. 

1 FEB 2018

To say you were feeling like shit would be an understatement. You quickly opened the door, rushing downstairs and towards the living room where you saw Harry putting his phone in his pocket before walking towards the door with a clenched jaw. 

“H, I’m so sorry. I know you’re ma- Where are you going?” You asked, watching him put on his boots. 

Harry didn’t bother to reply as he took his keys and walked out of the door, slamming it behind him. You flinched, letting out a little whine. 

“Stupid. Fucking stupid.” You mumbled to yourself, walking inside. 

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“Look who decided to show up!” Adam shouted, causing everyone to cheer once they saw Harry walk in. 

He chuckled, greeting and thanking everyone for the birthday wishes. 

“Where’s Y/N? Got any birthday cake?” Mitch elbowed Harry with a smirk. 

Harry rolled his eyes at his tipsy friend, dodging the question with a “How many drinks have you had?” 

Meanwhile, back at home, you were rushing around. From putting Harry’s favorite home cooked meal by you on to plates, scattering rose petals on the bed and the dining table and lighting a few scented candles to putting on your red dress that Harry adored on you. You added minimal makeup and did your hair to simplicity. 

You would have texted him if it weren’t for the fact that you still had no phone. 

You thought it was still January, thought you still had more days and work has done nothing but cut you off with the world for the past week and so. But you had Harry’s gift neatly wrapped from December, now sitting on the dining table with the blue wrapping paper and white bow. 

You waited impatiently in the candlelit house, looking at the clock to find it showing the 11:30 time. As if sensing your very little patience, you heard the door open and close and the sound of shoes on the floor. You straightened your dress, standing straight by the dining table as you waited for Harry to show up. 

Harry smiled to himself once he caught a whiff of the coconut scented candle and his eyes falling on the red rose petals on the floor. He followed the trail, head up as he knew where to expect you. His breath hitched when he caught sight of you; clad in his favorite dress with a nervous, sheepish smile. 

“Happy birthday, baby.” 

Harry chuckled, walking closer to you and letting his eyes fall on the candlelit dinner you had made, humming to himself once he smelled the delicious aroma. 

“It’s pratically still your birthday,” You said, looking behind you and taking the wrapped up box in your hand, looking up at him. “I’m so sorry, H. I got the dates all mixed up and my mind has been everywhere. I’m sorry I haven’t been giving you that much of attention lately.” You spoke softly and sincerely. 

Harry smiled, “I overreacted. I know you still care about me and I know how tough your boss has been.” 

“You didn’t overreact. It’s your 24th birthday. You’ve been so excited and I just wasted the day for you.” You sighed, frowning. You looked down, feeling embarrassed. 

Harry gently cupped your face, making you look up at him again. “It’s not wasted. We’re celebrating right now, aren’t we?” He didn’t wait for a reply before he pressed his lips on yours. You smiled into the kiss, closing your eyes to devour the moment. 

You both pulled away, catching your breaths. “Here’s your gift. I’d been hiding it for about 2 months.” You giggled. 

Harry took the box, shaking it softly and putting it closer to his ear before untying the bow. “You wrapped that up, didn’t you?” He chuckled. 

“Took me two tutorial videos on Youtube.” You said proudly. 

Harry grinned, his eyes falling on the box, letting out a gasp once he opened the lid. In there, wrapped around a small pillow was a watch he had seen and for some reason hadn’t bought for himself but he gushed about for a whole day. “Babyyy,” He dragged, “That must have costed you an arm and a leg.” He frowned at you before looking back at the watch with an admiring smile, clipping it on his wrist. 

“Doesn’t matter.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his waist. 

“I love it. Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiled, leaning down to capture your lips. “I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

Harry sure did like the gift and the meal, but good God did he love the rose petals on the bed, if you know what I mean


I couldn’t really imagine this being a total angst I’m not sure why but I still hope you liked it! x