both work the same

I swear sometimes I think I’m the only person who likes recurring storylines.

I get it, I do, sometimes it can be repetitive, but other times… it makes it real to me? You don’t just fix a personality flaw in an instant, it takes a lot of work, a lot of trying. But each time it crops up again you deal with it a little differently, or it becomes more of a frustration to those around you, and to yourself.

A bone of contention, something to work towards.

It shows growth, and weakness, and human nature. And I kind of love it.

anonymous asked:

Alexander Hamilton and Baron Aurr living off each others high energy to the point where they're getting into ridiculous situations every night. Both Washington and Gashington dread working with both of them at the same time, but they get shit done. Farmer Refuted is done with Baron by Alexander's side and Seabury is absolutely decimated. God love your Opposite Ham AU.

did you just put the au and original peeps together hahahah Thank you so much omfg Baron and Alex can shout a lot of people down


If there was a boy and a girl… and they were in love with each other, really, properly in love, and they could prove it, then they would be given a few years together, before they began their donations.

  • Gabe: You grew up on a farm? Aww, that's adorable. Did you pet baby goats and pick eggs all day?
  • Jack: I've slaughtered more cows in my life than burgers you've had in your's.
  • Gabe: What.
  • Jack: Have you ever eaten freshly cut bull testicles? I have.
  • Gabe: WHAT.

Your eyes stole all my words away…

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Capricorn Love Matches

Aries: Capricorn loves the excitement and change Aries brings to the relationship but they are opposite; they steadily climb the mountain to find success. They have a lot to teach each other. Taurus: Love, admiration, respect and understanding. Together forever! Gemini: Gemini chills and Capricorn gets busy, a basic difference in energy. However, there is interest and intrigue. Cancer: Opposite signs, but both there is understanding and respect.Without too much interference from the other, this is an optimistic match. Leo: If their goals are aligned, it can work, otherwise there is difficulty if they both compete for the limelight. Both want to take the lead. Virgo: This earth sign match is heavenly. Rock solid, and they’re there for each other,always and forever. Libra: When goals are aligned and both working for the same things, this union comes together. Can work with give and take. Scorpio: Both love the good life, but both want to control, which can present issues. But, it’s a powerful connection if they can work together. Sagittarius: Their purpose and mission in life can be very difficult, which can divide them. However, the Sagittarian adventurous spirit and Capricorn sense of responsibility have a lot to teach each other. Capricorn: Dependable and lasting commitment – when the bond is strong, it is unbreakable. Aquarius: There is a mutual respect and fascination with each other, but may not connect enough for long-lasting love, even though there is intriguing and imaginative. Pisces: Different, but it can work. Capricorn’s deep need for security and Pisces’ lighthearted lovingness complement each other. Mysteriously delicious!

Source: Harpers Bazaar

Crucio || Newt Scamander x Reader

“Dougal! Look, it’s only me- Dougal!” you called after the small demiguise, walking faster to catch it. You grew closer, and were just about to grab his hand before- POOF!

“Oh bugger, why is it always me!” you sighed, running a hand through your hair in slight frustration as you whipped your head around to try and see Dougal, but you were met with the amused face of the one and only Newt Scamander, with Jacob behind him.

You flushed slightly, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear in embarrassment. You had met Newt in the war, when he was working with Dragons.

It so happened that you were both working on the same Dragon, and he’d taken a shine to your enthusiasm with magical creatures. Ever since then you’d been inseparable, and you became his sort of assistant in looking after the creatures, although Dougal had taken a liking to you, winding you up.

“Having some trouble are w-we Y/N?” he smiled slightly, eyes twinkling mischievously. You rolled your eyes, placing your hands on your hips.        

“Don’t get cocky with me, Salamander.” you joked, a nickname you had come up with after he ‘made friends’ with a dragon. “If you’re so clever, why don’t you try and catch him while he’s invisible?” you challenged, smirking slightly.

Newt stepped forward, grinning when you couldn’t see his face, crouching down. “Dougal, come on now, fun’s over.” he said softly, and seconds later, a silvery face peered around the occupy nest sheepishly. “Go and apologise to Y/N.” Newt said, and Dougal trotted over to you, grabbing your hand in apology.      

“I still honestly don’t know how you do it.” you sighed in defeat, smiling down at the demiguise next to you. “Come on Dougal, into your nest.” you lifted him up, setting him down gently. Newt stood beside you, looking down fondly at both you and the demiguise. He took a deep breath, and turned to you.               “Y/N  I-” he started, but froze as a loud knocking sounded from the lid of the case. Jacob turned around, looking at the lid apprehensively.

You looked up at Newt nervously, before you watched him move slowly towards the ladder, pulling on his coat, Jacob following, and you behind him.

“Go slowly, anyone c-could be on the other side.” he said softly, climbing up the ladder, looking down at Jacob, signalling for him to follow.                      

“Be careful!” you whispered up, and he nodded, before opening the lid and climbing up, Jacob stumbling up behind him. However, just as you were about to climb up too, the lid was shut and locked.

You stared at it in confusion, pushing it a few times, shoving it before you gave up, walking back down the ladder slowly. I hope they’re alright… you bit your lip in worry, before going to see Frank to pass the time, giggling as he flapped his wings happily.

"Hey there Frankie.” you murmured, holding out your hand until the Thunderbird nudged his head against your hand.

You sat there for what must have been twenty minutes, before you heard the case lid open. You brightened, thinking of Newt happily and standing up, before freezing at an unfamiliar voice.                                          

"Damn, he wasn’t lying.” A male muttered, creeping around the case. You slunk back behind Frank’s rock, watching to see who would come past.

You let out a slight gasp at the sight of Percival Graves, who was levitating something infant of him. At the sound of your gasp, his head whipped around, grey eyes narrowing as he looked in your direction.

The next thing you knew a hand was clamped over your mouth, and you struggled for a minute, then went limp.

"Y/N Y/L/N, what a surprise!” Graves muttered. “You’re coming with me.” he growled, before pulling you up, and taking you to the ladder, pushing you up it rather roughly. You threw an anguished look at the creatures below you.        

“I’ll be back soon!” you called down to them. When you were successfully out of the case, you were forced into a chair, and Graves sat down opposite you.

"Now Y/N, i have a few questions for you.” he began, but before he began, shouts and pleas were heard from down the corridor.

It sounded like…Tina, begging for someone to ‘let them go’, and another very familiar voice crying; “H-hey! Where’s my case, let me get my case!” you heard Newt shouting, before him and Tina were thrown into the room. You sighed in relief. “Newt!”  you cried out to him, pleased beyond belief to see him, smiling.                

"Y/N! O-Oh, thank Merlin you’re safe!” Newt breathed, closing his eyes in what looked like a silent prayer. Graves stood up, putting a finger over his lips to silence him.

“So Y/N, why exactly were you in Mr Scamander’s case?” he asked, leaning over you intimidatingly, which caused you to squirm uncomfortably.

"I-I don’t see how that’s any of your business Mr Graves.” you said quietly, looking up at him defiantly. His face darkened with displeasure, frowning.    

"I think it is entirely my business, as you had some dangerous creatures in there.” he replied authoritatively, glaring at you. He walked around you instead. “No, i think you’re probably an assistant, and that you’ll assist Mr Scamander in his plans.” he smirked, before moving very close and touching your face.

“Although i can see why he picked you.” His eyes sparkled dangerously, and you growled.                

"I am not one of Grindelwald’s fanatics Mr Graves.” you snarled, and spat in his face.

He froze, and you could hear Newt inhale sharply, and Tina gasp quietly. “You’ll regret that, Miss Y/L/N.” he said, dangerously quiet, and you gulped.  “Crucio!” he yelled, pointing his wand at you.

The next minute you felt excruciating pain radiate through your body as you let out a blood curdling scream of agony, writhing around in your chair, hearing Newt yelling bloody murder at Graves, and faintly, Tina sobbing.

"Don’t you ever do that again to me!” Graves spat, pointing at you again and again, while tears of pain running down your cheeks, and you heard Newt’s voice crack as he begged Graves to stop.

Eventually, you lost consciousness, and you were taken to another room, while Newt and Tina screamed for their release as the door slammed shut behind Graves.

~ Hey guys, or whoever reads this, this is Part 1, and i will put up Part 2 soon, and feel free to tell me on how to improve on anything! You can also send requests in, however they may not be up till after Christmas! And sorry for the bad layout in still getting used to this..

Shower Secrets (M)

Originally posted by defsouljb

A shower with your male best friend - in what world would that ever be a good idea? You know how it’ll end, yet you can’t seem to bring yourself to stop Jaebum from joining you.

Pairing: Jaebum x Reader

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 3,161

Warnings: very rough

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Otp Fluff

Imagine your otp playing Hide & Seek (can also be smut)

Imagine your otp building a blanket fort

Imagine your otp watching a shitty show and that they love making fun of together

Imagine your otp telling ghost stories

Imagine your otp stuffing their faces with candy

Imagine your otp making s'mores

Imagine your otp googling stupid stuff

Imagine your otp pranking each other

Imagine your otp goofing off in the store

Imagine your otp in tickle fights and blowing raspberries

Imagine Person A taking care of Person B after a rough day

Imagine your otp lip reading random people incorrectly and trying to make the other laugh

Imagine your otp giving suprise gifts to each other! Like something small that they enjoy or their favorite candy or a doodle!

Imagine your otp reenacting shakespeare or high school musical or both at the same time

Imagine Person A working but Person B wants to cuddle

Imagine your otp having a water gun fight

Imagine your otp babysitting

Imagine Person A trying to wake up Person B (mission: impossible) (dududurududu-) (sorry)

Imagine your otp watching disney movies

Imagine your otp cuddling on a Saturday morning

Imagine your otp cooking breakfast

Imagine your otp stargazing

Imagine your otp telling each other funny childhood memories

Imagine Person A trying to get Person B to smile

i’m working rn and i shouldn’t be on Tumblr so shhh don’t tell my boss (it’s me. i’m my boss.)


Celebrity secret dating AU, where Killian is a musician, Emma is an actress, they met some time ago on the set of a music video for one of Killian’s songs, and they are trying to hide their relationship from the world because they think what they have together will be ruined if they reveal themselves and get thrown into the spotlight.

But die-hard fans keep thwarting their plans by noticing stupid small stuff, like how they both “coincidentally” seem to be working in the same cities at the same time so much, and how Killian has a ring on his right ring finger that looks exactly the same as the ring hanging from a necklace Emma wears a lot, and how Killian seems to go red when someone talks about Emma during a TV interview. So like, there’s this entire sect of fandom that is convinced that they’re together but they have no real, solid proof. And then everyone else thinks those fans drink too much caffeine and all their ideas are really crack theories.

And then all hell breaks loose when Emma uploads a selfie to Twitter from a hotel room without realizing that the head and neck of one of Killian’s signature guitars is peeking out in the bottom corner.

Because that script tease got me thinking.

It seems they’ve done this for ages, planning and then splitting up in the middle of Main Street, going their separate ways on one mission or another. When he allows himself to truly think about it he’s stunned at how quickly it’s happened - there was no slow slide into this life in Storybrooke, no gradual build into their current mode of operation. He was thrown into it but none if it felt sudden; he slipped so easily into the role he’d scarcely realized how abruptly he’d arrived there.

He doesn’t regret a bit of it. Especially not with Emma at his side, though he is forced to part with her on this particular occasion. It’s just another piece of the puzzle, just another way they work together, and the knowledge that they’ll both retire to the same home, the same bed at the end of the evening makes it that much easier.

Truth be told, he likes it. He likes being useful, enjoys righting wrongs in a way that scratches the itch he felt as a young lieutenant, finally stepping into the shoes of the man he so desperately wishes to be. He feels he’s slowly getting there, an admission he hasn’t yet made to Emma - he plans on doing so soon, but it’s a strange thing, to have something driving him that isn’t directly related to his love for her, to want to be better for himself rather than someone else. He hadn’t realized it until he apologized to Belle, played back his words to her in his head over and over.

Perhaps he should speak to the Cricket after all.

Despite all that it’s still Emma, always Emma at the end of the day who truly centers him, and he steps away from her knowing they’ll be wrapped around each other soon enough, sweet and warm between their sheets.

“Hook,” she says, just as he’s stepping away.

When he turns back to face her he’s fighting a smile; she always refers to him by his more colorful moniker in front of others. He much prefers how she addresses him in private, loves the sound of “Killian” on her lips.

“You forgot something.”

He can feel his eyebrow going up despite his best efforts. “What’s that?”

She doesn’t answer, not with words, but her sly smile reveals her intentions as she steps in close, her hands reaching for his lapels as she leans in close and presses her lips to his.

He sighs into her mouth, tilting his head but not daring to push things farther, not with her father a few feet away. But it’s yet another thing he’s so quickly grown used to, a sweet well-wishing from his beloved before undertaking a mission and he’s not about to let the chance pass him by. It’s so easy to get lost in, the warmth of her lips and the press of her palms against his chest.

She pulls away first but doesn’t go far, her lips against his while she smiles, her “There we go” sounding incredibly satisfied.

His grin mirrors hers. “How could I forget?”

Ok but a modern au where Sirius and Remus both work retail and they have almost the exact same shift schedule. 

  • They’ve become pretty good friends given that almost all their time is spent talking and joking around together behind the customer service desk.
  • Sirius remembers the first time he saw Remus, and honestly, he didn’t think he’d get along with the swotty-looking, sweater-wearing new guy. (even if he’s quite fit, in a quaint sort of way).
  • But as soon as Remus opens his mouth, sirius started to realize he may have judged too soon.
  • Here’s the thing - Remus can’t go a sentence without adding in a ‘fuck’, 'shite’, or 'buggering shit fuck’.
  • This amuses Sirius to no end, however, other employees are less than enthused with the colorful vocabulary and seemingly endless combination of swears that Remus comes up with.
  • After a long list of complaints from employees and customers alike, management decides to end the madness by releasing a memo to all employees. 
  • A memo of code phrases suggesting to replace what would have been “you’ve got to be shitting me” with “perhaps you should check with <name>” et cetera. A memo that is a page front and back, filled with crude phrases and what they might be replaced by. A memo posted on the undersides of each and every counter where employees can see it quite clearly. 
  • Of course, Remus has never been one to change his ways quietly and without at least a bit of trouble.
  • By the next shift that Remus and Sirius share, Sirius notices a difference in the way Remus is talking with customers and their co-workers. An hour or so goes by and Sirius is beginning to find it unsettling that he hasn’t heard so much as one 'twatface’.
  • When their shift manager, Lucius, comes by to assign Remus the task of reorganizing the entire stockroom, Remus replies with a curt “I’m not certain that’s feasible.”
  • Suddenly, Sirius breaks out in uncontrollable laughter, realizing that Remus has memorized the entire list of phrases and is speaking the codes verbatim.
  • All of the following interactions have Sirius wheezing with his hands on his knees, knowing that when Remus says “of course I’m concerned” he’s actually means “ask me if I give a fuck” and so on.
  • Remus doesn’t so much as acknowledge Sirius’s impending death-by-lack-of-oxygen, and when the time comes for their break, Sirius is only just able to catch his breath.
  • Standing outside the back of the store, Sirius lights up his cig and after inhaling, turns to Remus.
  • “Y'know, I think I’ll quite miss the incessant swearing. It was pretty cute y'know.”
  • Remus just smirks and steals Sirius’s cigarette. “If you like it so much, I’m sure I can make an exception” he says, before taking a long drag.
  • Sirius doesn’t even realize he’s turning to face the other boy, plucking the cigarette out of Remus’s hands, and putting it out on the pavement.
  • Once he makes this realization, Remus’s lips are meeting his with matched fervor.
  • As they break away from each other, Remus grins. “We better get back inside, you know how fuckin’ buggered they get when we’re late”.
  • All Sirius can manage is a nod, his mouth stuck in a permagrin, inwardly thanking whatever higher power had brought this adorable berk into his life.

(inspired by this post