but i don't see much of them on my dash so

To those Americans who haven't heard, or don't understand:

I know tumblr is American centric, I know that when attacks happen across Europe they get commented on, reblogged, information flooding my dash as my friends reblog. But, once again, an attack here in the UK is seeing little notice. So please, don’t ignore this. This attack is one that has taken 22 lives. 59 people have been injured. Children have died. Children.

Don’t ignore this. Please.

The Manchester Arena isn’t the first, or last terrorist attack that the North West, that England has seen. We’ve lived through the IRA bombings from the 1970s to the 2000s and then 7/7 in London in 2005. The IRA Bombers were known as the 10 pence bombers because they would go to a phone box, pay 10 pence and inform police or media that there was a bomb.

At this present moment in time, we’re horrified and in shock from it all. We’ve had bombings in Warrington, in Manchester before (my family had a terrifying time when an IRA bomb detonated in the Arndale Centre and my great-aunt was working there that day) and it’s stuck with us. Our memory of the Arndale Bombing in the 1990s by the IRA is a memory the community has in the North West.

We know the fear, the horror, the mind-numbing terror.

But we also know the feeling of needing to do something, to help. Taxi drivers turning off their metres. Local shops and businesses taking in the displaced. Do-gooders and kind people who just want to help offering to ferry loved ones to and from the city so they can find their missing loved ones.

This is something we do here.

We don’t have the lingering concern of school shootings, or attacks by men or women who own too many guns and have too little stability.

But we know bombers. We know terrorism. Whether it’s made by our government, by policy, or by wars we shouldn’t be fighting. We know this.

I had a friend ask me “why Manchester?” when I told them about the attack. My initial answer was that it’s a big, important city. It’s a good target for bombers to hit. Like London. Like Liverpool. But the truth is… In the UK, we have lots of cities, lots of places that are good targets because we live on top of each other. Our lives intersect on so many levels and our cities reflect this. So it’s not so much “why Manchester?” but more “why now?”, “why a concert?”, “what is gained by this?”

When the IRA bombed Warrington in the North West in 1993, their intention was to sow terror and to put pressure on the British government to withdraw from Northern Ireland. We know that they wanted Ireland to be united. We’ve known that for years.

What does Islamic State want? What does Daesh want? To sow terror, certainly. But what else? What else does bombing an Arena full of young women—girls, mothers, daughters, sisters—gain them?

This is what is so horrid for us here in the North West. We’ve lived with the knowledge of bombings being possible for decades. It’s ingrained in our past. My mother, my aunts and uncles. My brothers. My family. We’ve lived it all. We live it now.

So don’t ask, “why Manchester?” we know why. We know why. Warrington. Arndale. The Manchester Arena. We know why it’s us in the North West.

Bellamy’s Season 5 Arc - Speculation

The 100 tends to follow a pattern with Bellamy and Clarke, and their so-called “dark arcs”. They almost seem to be on alternating schedules. For instance, Bellamy’s first dark arc was Season 1, where he was played off as the antagonist (until he got more fleshed out and started working WITH Clarke, versus against her). In Season 2 he was, for the most part, a hero. Then in Season 3 was his second downward spiral, and Season 4 we saw the return of him playing the hero.

Clarke was the opposite. Instead of Season 1, like with Bellamy, Clarke’s dark arc came in Season 2, with her becoming cold and shutting down her heart. Season 3 was her path out of the darkness, and in Season 4 we saw Clarke return to that dark place with her once more trying to justify her actions as “the only choice”. 

There’s a pattern. 

If it continues (and I think we should be prepared for it to), that would set us up for Bellamy having another dark arc in Season 5, although not in the same sense as previous seasons because he still remembers the lessons he learned then, and Clarke on the opposite schedule (like it’s been in the past). 

When we see Clarke after the six year time jump, she is full of light and hope. I have a feeling that when we see Bellamy again, it’s going to be the opposite.

Throughout Season 4, we saw Bellamy gradually starting to rely on his impulses less and start using his head more. The finale was the climax of his Season 4 arc, with all of the previous episodes leading up to the ultimate moment when he would have to close that door on Clarke, the girl he loves, in order to save his friends. 

He followed his head over his heart.

Bellamy and Clarke have often gone on parallel journeys, just in a different order. I have a feeling that Bellamy’s arc next season might not be all that different from Clarke’s in Season 2 in the sense that, after losing Clarke, he’s starting to shut down his heart and rely more on his head.

Clarke’s shift resulted from killing Finn. Bellamy’s will result from essentially “killing” Clarke by shutting that door on her. It was the right choice to make (otherwise everyone would have died) but also extremely traumatic.

I’ve seen many people being a little surprised at Bellamy’s reaction to Clarke’s “death” and how they were expecting him to cry more. If you think about it, it makes a lot of sense that Bellamy would try to shove those emotions down and bury them somewhere deep inside him as a coping mechanism if he believes that to honour Clarke’s memory, he has to be a more rational leader rather than an emotional one. 

The best thing to do as the leader of his people? Maybe. But the healthiest? Probably not.

Don’t misinterpret my message: it’s not that I believe Bellamy will be ALL head next season, and NO heart. I think he’s going to be a balance of both (which will make him an excellent leader) but I think that, much like Clarke in Season 2, he’s going to struggle to find his way out of the darkness as a result of some of the choices he makes leading in that way. 

We don’t know what happened in those six years yet, all we know from Jason is that it wasn’t easy for the group of seven up in space. I’m sure we’re going to see the effects of that, and the toll that it took on Bellamy as a leader (and I doubt it will be pretty).

As a somewhat related note, I wanted to talk about what this means in terms of Bellamy’s love life on the Ark, as that seems to be the topic of discussion on my dash at the moment (sans the Bellarke Extra-ness).

Everyone’s worried about Bellamy falling in love with someone else … but the finale is telling a different story. It’s telling the story of Bellamy shutting his heart down, ruling with his head (as I said before, however, I don’t think Bellamy will lead ONLY with his head - because that’s not who he is - but I believe it will be a large element of his character arc). We already saw him start to shut down his heart a bit at the end of 4x13, in the scene where he stares down at the burning Earth.

Yes, I’m sure Bellamy has grieved and “moved on” in six years. But I also think that after what has happened to him, after losing Gina, after losing Clarke - the only two girls he’s ever opened his heart to - he’s not going to be eager to jump into any relationships. Not any serious ones. 

So I’m not expecting any sort of intimate relationship between Bellamy and anyone else on the Ring that involves anything beyond sex. 

If the pattern I mentioned continues, Season 5 could very likely bring us another dark arc for Bellamy (different than previous seasons), and that would involve him closing his heart to any true romance.

(I wonder what might be a natural progression of that arc that would resolve Bellamy shutting off his heart? Hmmm … I might be able to think of one solution. ;))

Anyway, this is a super rough meta that I put together in about fifteen minutes so feel free to add. Tagging @bellamybb 

So earlier today I got rather pissed off when some rude anon who has probably never made a GIF in their lives decided to attack my friend (and one of the best GIFmakers I know) for no reason telling them not to talk about GIFmaking like it’s a big deal since it’s just taking clips from existing video. I was hoping to forget about this, but I couldn’t stop thinking about how many non-GIFmakers really do think that’s all GIFmaking is (including myself before I started making GIFs to some extent). Luckily, most people aren’t that rude about it and know not to insult content creators over a topic they actually don’t know much about…but I still feel the need to discuss some of the often lengthy effort that goes into making medium to high quality GIFs.

As a disclaimer, I’m NOT trying to be elitist and I honestly don’t consider myself one of the top tier GIFmakers. I also don’t think that GIFmakers HAVE to put in a lot of effort to alter GIFs from the original video frames if they don’t want to. It’s just a hobby where we try to capture/highlight cool moments using a severely limited and dying file format lol…so it’s really up to the individual how much they wanna put into it. However, the truth of the matter is that many GIF and graphics makers that contribute greatly to numerous fandoms DO put in a significant amount of effort to make their GIFs look different from and better than the original video.

EXAMPLES OF MY GIFS BEFORE / AFTER FILTERS & COLORING

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Dean wiped the table with a scowl, nearly knocking over a glass with his elbow before catching it and plunking it down loudly. His cheeks turned red as he spied a few women in sundresses giggling in a corner booth.

“Be right there,” he said, picking up the last of the plates and taking them back to the kitchen. The bus boy hadn’t shown up and since Dean was the manager at the seashell grill, the task fell to him along with his job as a server. In fact, tonight had been all around pretty bad if you included the fender bender he’d gotten into on his way to work and the three missed phone calls from his ex, Lisa, trying to get back together with him. Again.

Dean sighed, wishing he were anywhere but at work. It took a moment, but finally, flustered and flushed from the heat of the kitchen—even with the lazy ceiling fans that swirled above in quiet circles, he made it to the table.

“Sorry about that, ladies,” he said with a wink, turning up the side of his lip in typical beach-boy charm for the customers, even if he didn’t feel it.

A tall brunette leaned forward, ordering a pineapple drink right off the bat, a pink sparkly crown on her head. Dean smirked, noticing the glaze in her eyes.

“Bachelorette party?” he guessed, watching the blonde across from her, discreetly play footsie with a redhead—Charlie, he heard the blonde say.

“Yes!” yelled Charlie enthusiastically, throwing her arms in the air. “Anna is getting married next week,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows.

All three girls seemed incredibly tipsy and Dean couldn’t help but smile because as shitty as this night had started out, at least he would probably be tipped fairly well at the end of it.

Anna leaned forward, eyes roaming Dean’s fit form. He resisted the urge to roll his eyes when barely, under her breath, she muttered something about still needing a stripper for the night.

“Alright,” he said too loudly, cutting her off. “Three Blue Hawaii’s coming up.”

“Wait,” said Charlie, her voice almost humorously serious. “We should probably wait for the maid of honor, don’t you think?”

Anna smiled and got out her phone, holding up a hand for Dean to wait, then dialed a number, scowling as one of the other girls kicked her accidentally under the table.

Dean resisted the urge to sigh, wishing tonight weren’t so empty in the restaurant, then maybe he could excuse himself from the haze of pink giggles to help another customer.

“Cassie!” Anna practically yelled into the phone at her friend. “Where are you?”

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I’ve actually been seeing a lot of people on my dash lately talking about swimsuits and how women’s swimsuits make them dysphoric or just really uncomfortable so here’s my pro-tip

don’t wear women’s swimsuits! don’t wear tomboyish women’s swimsuits or women’s swim shorts, don’t even enter or glance at the women’s swimsuit section. buy a couple pairs of men’s board shorts and a plain black sports bra (compression bra if you want) that you’ll just dedicate to be a swimming bra, and you will almost definitely feel So Much Better

like i generally tried to avoid swimming for about three or four years & felt rly uncomfortable in a bathing suit before I settled on this getup and it’s 👌 👌 👌 

anonymous asked:

A concept: Magnus loves to talk , and Alec loves listening to Magnus.Sometimes when they lie in bed together at night , Magnus tells the most fantastic stories about his life , and Alec just takes it all in , happy to learn more about his boyfriend.When they are apart , they always call each other , they don't even need to make great conversations , just listening to the sound of the others voice is enough. (Whenever I see a new piece of your writing on my dash , my heart jumps a little ❤)

a canon concept (and you’re very sweet)

alec loves listening to magnus. magnus has been through so many incredible things over the course of his long and illustrious life, and alec soaks up every anecdote no matter how small.

some nights they’re spread out on the couch, their fingers laced, alec’s cheek on magnus’s bare chest and magnus will bring something so small up. “did i ever tell you about the time i rode one of the first steam trains?” with one of those dazzling smiles on his lips and alec couldn’t help but smile too, eating every single bit of the story up eagerly, his fingers dragging over magnus’s stomach in slow circles.

magnus tells alec about all of the countries he’s visited with their beautiful sprawling cities and their gorgeous wildlife. he tells him all about wonderful people who added vibrance to his life, downworlders from all over the globe. and he tells him about the events he crashed, the paintings he saw in the making that are now considered priceless pieces of art, the historical events he was witness to, and the famous people he met.

sometimes alec can tell he’s stretching the truth or dancing around it, possibly even just straight up joking, but other times he’ll talk about the world at a certain period of time with this look in his eyes. it’s like he’s transported back for a moment, explaining how everything felt and looked and smelled with such specificity, these rich details that set alec’s heart alight in his chest.

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Ch. 55 (probably)
  • *Shinoa and Mitsuba screaming in the bathroom*
  • *Yuu, worried that they're being attacked by someone, dashes into the room, followed by Mika who's worried about Yuu*
  • Yuu*totally ignoring that the both girls are only in their underwear* : "What happend?"
  • *Mitsuba covers her bra with her hands and screeches*
  • Shinoa*unashamed*: "Nothing~ Mitsu and I just had some fun~"
  • Mitsuba*angry* : "Fun, my ass!!!"
  • Shinoa: "Hi hi hi."
  • Mtsuba*even more angered*: "You!!!"
  • *Mitsuba takes Tenjiryuu, wanting to attack Shinoa, but Shinoa hides behind Mika, hoping he would dodge the attack*
  • *Mika's not able to react fast enough and gets the upper part of his uniform torn to pieces*
  • Yuu*staring at Mika's bare chest*: "O//O"
  • *Shinoa smiles mischievously behind Mika*
  • Mitsuba*shocked and blushing before bowing in apology*: I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to...I'm so sorry"
  • Mika*angry*: "Damn humans! Come on, Yuu-Chan, apparently they don't need any help, so let's go."
  • Yuu*still staring at hs bare chest*: "O//O"
  • Mika*irritated*: "Yuu-Chan?"
  • Yuu: "O//O"
  • Mika*placing both of his hands on Yuu's shoulders*: "Hey, Yuu-Chan, what's wrong?"
  • Yuu: "O//O"
  • Shinoa*popping up right beside Yuu, whispering: "Yuu-san, your gay side is showing."
  • Yuu*being pulled out of his trance, still blushing*: "W-what?! NO! I just- I mean- Shinoa!"
  • Shinoa*grinning*: "Fufufufu. There's no denying it, Yuu-san. Here are two really beautiful girls in this room only in their underwear and you have only eyes for Mika-san, or rather his bo-"
  • Yuu*cutting her off*: "Shinoa!!!"
  • Shinoa*unfazed by his angry expression and takes out Shikima-Doji*: "Oh, but don't worry. You're not the only one who gets his fun~"
  • Yuu: "Huh?! What do you-"
  • *Yuu also gets the upper part of his uniform torn into pieces*
  • Mitsuba and Mika: "O//O"
  • Yuu*angry and embarrassed*: "Shinoa!!! That's it, Mika, let's go."
  • Mika: "O//O"
  • Yuu: "Mika!"
  • Mika: "O//O"
  • Shinoa: "Fufufufufu~"
  • Yuu*totally angry, taking out Asuramaru*: "Just you wait, you little midget! You'll suffer for that!"
  • *Shinoa runs away while Yuu chases her through the bathroom, making loud noises, while Mika and Mitsuba still stand there blushing*
  • *The others dash into the room, worried about the loud noises*
  • Kimizuki*Kiseki-O in his hands, ready to attack*: "What's wrong?!"
  • Yoichi*right behind him with Gekkoin* : "Is everyone alright?"
  • *Narumi and Crowley slently standing behind the two, also with drawn weapons*
  • *Shinoa and Yuu stop running, startled by the sound of the opened door,looking at their friends*
  • *Kimizuki sees all of them have ripped clothes*: "What happend?"
  • Yuu*pointing at Shinoa*: "She started it all!"
  • Shinoa*giggling* "Oh, come on, Yuu-san. I just wanted you to have fun with your boyfr-"
  • Yuu: "Shinoa!!!"
  • Kimizuki*understanding that they had ripped off their clothes themselves*: "Are you fucking kidding me?!"
  • *Yoichi averts his gaze, blushing*
  • Narumi*exciting the room*: "Okay, that's it. I'm out. I can't believe I'm the only adult here!"
  • Crowley: "It's strange how much teenagers have changed over the past 800 years..."

rescxeme  asked:

I'm so happy i found you omgg I live for tae x everyone it's just so cute and lovely and ahdkandi i'm so happy i finallt found a blog about it cause i need it and seeing it on my dash is curing my soul Also do you maybe have some tae x everyone fics you recomend? I don't know how to search for them and i really want some cute tae x everyone feels YOu're blog is reallyyy great i love it so much

thank you!! asdfgh i’m so glad so many people love tae x everyone as much as i do!! there are a few tae x everyone fics (no where near enough imo but let’s be happy with what we have) it’s kinda tricky to find them sometimes especially if they aren’t tagged properly but i know a few!! a few are super cute but most of them are pretty smutty so i hope that’s okay, i want to include them all! (if anyone else has suggestions feel free to let me know these are only the ones i’ve read)

Cute:

chong! jojun! balsa! (point! aim! shoot!) by nutaella (this one is technically taekook but everyone loves tae and it’s so cute!! college au, texting fic, taegi are brothers and tae is the youngest. currently one of my faves! incomplete and i look forward to every update!)  

21st Century by  Darldarling (another college au with shy tae! very cute! teen complete)

A Little Back Pain by  puddlesofme (idol verse, tae hurts his back and everyone cares for him, really cute. general, complete) 

Cheer Up, Baby by foreheadhobi (arecipeforfeels) (bts cheer tae up when he’s sad aka tae gets the love he deserves, idol verse, incomplete 6/7 chapters, teen)

12 Days of Taehyung Christmas by SidneyFireBlood (incomplete and hasn’t been updated in a while, idol verse, very short but cute one shot chapters. teen)

The Taehyung Effect byIndigofingers (only one chapter and it’s dialogue only but pretty cute! idol verse, general) 

Smut: 

Attention by btstrashlmao_dabs_1 (not the most well written imo, bottom taexeveryone, pwp, idol verse, complete, explicit)

Butterfly by TheHalesNyx (historical au, tae is a prostitute (but like a rich prostitute, there’s no angst) and bts are his clients nice nice nice, pwp, bottom tae, complete, explicit) 

Six To One by miyukitsune (non idol au, pwp, bottom taexeveryone, the rest of bts have different jobs (teachers, doctors etc), incest (taejin are brothers), daddy kink, sir kink, little bit of slut shaming but overall very enjoyable, complete, explicit) 

i feel divine bygardeniahs (love this one! tae strips for the rest of bts :)))) daddy kink, slight smut but nothing too explicit, not rated (but i’d say maybe mature?) complete, very short (under 1k))   

Online shopping by hyunmin (this one hasn’t updated in a while and i want to cry it was so promising :’((( so far tae asks the rest of bts what lingerie he should buy, mature (no actual smut yet), incomplete (only 1 chap but i pray) i’ve been promised tae in cute clothes pls author, deliver) 

TaeKitty by Markisum (this one hasn’t updated in almost a year, it’s not the most well written but it’s super cute, hybrid tae adopted by bts, incomplete, not rated (and no smut yet)) 

Sharing is caring by an orphan account (everyone (except jimin :’^)) x tae, hobi and tae are a couple but everyone (except jimin :’^))) fucks tae, pwp, idol verse, complete, explicit, very good~) 

If your heart was full of love (could you give it up?) byDoeeyedmisfit (I love this one so much!! it’s incomplete and i honestly i can’t wait for the rest!! again this is technically taekook but it’s tagged taexeveryone and i’m excited to see what the author does with that! jk is a mafia leader and bts are his gang and tae is a nurse they kidnapped, be sure to read the tags, there’s mentions of suicide, domestic violence, noncon etc!! mature)

Solo Play (Tae/everyone) by buttwad (this is the only fic on this list aisianfanfic, the rest are on ao3, this one is part of a series of one shots of involving bottom tae and the rest of bts and this one in particular is about tae and everyone and it’s hella good, the whole series is great, seeing as it’s one shots idk if you could say it’s complete but it looks like the author might want to write more but i’m not sure, pwp, mature)

a little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me byteakookies (yooo this one is iconic in terms of taexeveryone fics it’s amazing, college au, vminkook are being initiated to the bts’ frat and tae suggests as the initiation they all fuck him :)))) pwp, gangbang, daddy kink etc, be sure to read the tags i’m not going to list it all out here, complete, explicit) 

All Tae’d Up [REQUESTS] bybwikoooks, miyukitsune (this one is a series of oneshots involving tae and the other members but it’s super good and i always look forward to the updates, pwp, a lot of kinks read the tags, still updating, explicit)  

anonymous asked:

Hello!! You def don't have to do this it here's a small Drabble idea: what if, during season 9 and when cas is a human, he's able to adopt a cat for the bunker bc dean is a softie even though he's allergic and cas happens to be allergic too and dean comforts him about it?? I love fics that are sweet and soft!! Anyway, have a nice day!!

I love sweet and soft fics too! Thank you for the prompt <3

I may have… gone overboard. Because Team Free Will and pets. Hope you enjoy!

(read on ao3)

The dog is first.

Castiel catches it sniffing around their trash cans one night after Dean’s shoved him in the direction of the door, bags gripped loosely in hand and grumbling to himself. If you sleep here and you eat here, you help with the chores.

It’s bony and its fur is matted down by the rain, but it lopes right on up to him with its tongue wagging when he offers it the half-eaten take-out on the top of the garbage pile. Its limping gait and war-hardened eyes remind Castiel very much of himself, before the Winchesters kindly rescued him. Castiel looks uneasily back towards the door.

He sleeps here and eats here. He takes out the garbage. This is his home as much as it is Sam and Dean’s, he has been assured countless times since The Fall, so he is also allowed to say who comes and who goes.

“Alright. But just for tonight,” he tells it.

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Victorian/Regency Sterek Fics

*I have not read any of these*

This is for @demisexualhale. Hope you like these!

Pride and Place by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (62,933)

Derek Hale, Earl of Osterbrook, has inherited, following the death of Lord Montfort, a run down house in Yorkshire he neither needs nor wants, convinced his staff are robbing him, and with the mystery of a missing ward, he manages to get himself talked into a ridiculous bet, that he cannot pass as a steward until Midwinter, nearly two months away. So can he maintain the charade? Find the missing child? And manage to turn the shambles of a house around, or will he give up and let Peter take the thousand pounds he bet.

A Curious Couplement by idareu2bme (40,375)

Derek is a simple horseman from the mountains, Stiles is an enthusiastic university graduate ready to make a name for himself. In any other situation, they would have gone their entire lives never having met. It’s probably a good thing then, that they both happened to be in the wrong place at the right time.

Remember My Love by bleep0bleep (23,358)

Stiles wakes up and suddenly the war is over, he’s no longer a penniless mage, and living in an exquisite manor married to the man he’s been in love with for far too long.

“It’ll be fine,” Stiles says gallantly. “I am certain I will just fall in love with my husband all over again, and I will find plenty of joy doing that.” He winks at Derek for good measure.
Derek blinks.

Things We Lost by Dexterous_Sinistrous (20,039)

“Who … who am I to wed?”

A small flash of guilt covered the king’s features before he was able to recover. “Your union will join the royal families—joining our family to the Hales.”

Dread and sorrow sunk in Stiles’ stomach as he closed his eyes.

There was only one Hale left unharmed by the great fire that nearly wiped out the entire royal family—the Dread Wolf of Triskelia, Crowned King Derek Hale.

*Read the tags for this one, there’s some dubcon that could be triggering

The Gentleman And The Fox by bleep0bleep, Inkforwords (15,707)

Derek doesn’t expect much from his arranged marriage. When his inattentive husband, Lord Stiles Stilinski, tells him he’s free to look for a lover, he doesn’t know where to start, until a dashing bandit named the Red Fox catches his eye.
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The Fox winks again. “Have a good night, Derek,” he purrs in a sultry tone, and then climbs back on the horse and disappears into the night.
Derek walks up the path towards the manor in a daze, and it isn’t until he’s inside when he realizes he never told the Fox his name or where he lived.

The Prince and His Painter by Dexterous_Sinistrous (8,512)

Stiles was always a sick child. He was never supposed to live beyond his infancy—shocking many when he reaches adulthood. With his inevitable death looming over his country, Stiles chooses to accept a successor through marriage. His advisors commission a painter to capture the prince’s likeness in order to advertise him to potential candidates. Only, Derek Hale isn’t like most painters—or humans, for that matter.

Scowls and Sarcasm by dr_girlfriend (26,054)

It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single alpha in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a mate.

Whether or not Derek Hale felt that way was hardly a concern to the neighborhood — the very fact of his arrival was enough that the surrounding families seemed to consider him the rightful property of one or another of their eligible sons and daughters. That was, of course, before they met the man.

The Perils of Petticoats by DarkAthena (seraphim_grace) (30,248)

A She Stoops to Conquer AU

Stiles is an omega who is bullied by his beta stepmother into wearing a dress during the day, so when his new suitor turns out to be painfully shy around society he pretends to be a servant girl (a homely one) to get to know the real person, whilst his step mother tries to marry her alpha daughter to her omega ward despite neither of them want it, and the sheriff (called Josiah) tries to remain constantly drunk for the entire weekend.

A Gentleman’s Secret by DLanaDHZ (15,232)

Stiles Stilinski has lived 19 years without revealing his secret. He’s a fine gentleman, a stellar horseman, and a sassy addition to any conversation, but he keeps his true feelings to himself. When the Hale family moves into the county, the Stilinski’s throw a ball in their honor and Stiles in swept up into the gravity of the eldest son. Propriety tells him to keep his distance, but can he ignore the urges pulling them ever closer? At first sight, Stiles is already undone.

Ardently by roundelet (13,344)

Mr Stilinski contends with the loss of his family’s funds, an unfortunate predilection for pastries, and an inconvenient attraction to this Season’s most eligible bachelor.

Lord Hale contends with a reluctant return to Society, hiding a war injury from meddling sisters, and the trials of courting a thoroughly oblivious young man.

Lone Wolf by Peasantaries (6/12 regularly updated WIP, 12,705)

If Stiles weren’t mistaken, he would almost say King Hale was amused. My, he might even be smiling, if the uneven line that’s broken his stiff mouth could be called that.

But that was absurd. Kings don’t smile. Especially King Hale.

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Love is not love until it’s made to suffer: until it’s made to endure the strain of separation.

Regency Sterek by inappropriate_happiness (fanart)

Art for A Single Man in Possession of Dougnuts by using_this_name (fanart)

Let me know if you have a trope you want me to find and I’ll make you a list.

Why I don't think this ship is wrong

I’m not interesed in fighting with antis, or trying to change other people’s opinion forcefully. However It may be usefull if I collect some things I and others have said

TL;DR: This ship *can* be handled so badly that it makes our beloved conman into a pedophile, but I think the grand mayority of the people being bullied on this site don’t even ship it like that. Don’t put everyone on the same bag. People don’t deserve to be bullied for what they like in fiction and there are clear differences between reality and fiction.

I don’t think this ship is pedophilia simply because I dont ship it that way. Pedophilia implies fetichistic sexual atraction to kids under 13, and a horrible abusive element of “I don’t care about you, I just wanna fuck u cuz ur young”. Now, if you see this pairing as reigen sexualy taking advantage of a very young mob or simply not really caring about his well being and preying on him, that would count (and also be horribly ooc and a sad way of doing it).

However if, by example, you ship them romantically as having mutual care for each other and mob in full understanding and control of the situation, even if the relationship gets sexual while mob’s still 14, I wouldn’t call it pedo. Questionable or innapropiate? Yes. But not pedophilia. And then you have many, many, other scenarios that get really away from all that.

An important distinction should be mentioned here: While I’m ok with a romantic relationship between this two characters despite their age gaps, If I saw a similar age gap in real life and the younger party is still a minor, I would probably call the cops. For me that is the difference between fiction and real life for this issue. Minors in real life should be discouraged from dating people much older because they could easily be taken advantage of. However in fiction, you have control over these characters and you can make sure their relationship is healthy, especially if you keep them in character as much as you can.

You can have them being romantically involved but not turning sexual until mob is older. You can have them being platonic for a long time before they develop romantic feelings. You can have mob being assertive. You can have reigen feeling conflicted. You can adress the age gap issue. You can have it not mattering at all and them just slowly getting closer witouth noticing. You can have them being only platonic, in a very strong friendship.

There is many many ways to make this ship beautifull and I don’t think it’s just to put everyone on the same bag as the worst content and condem them all using a really severe accusation of condoning child abuse or being abusers themselves.

It’s just not alright to make call out blogs and tag whoever ships it, regardless of how they ship it, as “pedophiles”. I remember one of these some months ago tagging a user who only had like two barely shippy posts with grown up Mob as “condones pedophilia”. Neither is ok to send mean messages to users with death threats or fill their asks with insults. Or flood the main tag with complains about which, I have to be honest and say that to have so much nsfw noncon underage content popping on your dash as some people complain, at least on this site you literally would need to follow the 2-3 blogs with such content and have them on notifications. I know what Im talking about, I check the main ship tag nearly daily, follow most shippers and have stumbled onto that only like twice on my dash.

Continuing with the list of shit people have been puting on with, it’s even less fair to ramp up the generalizations and make really rude comics portraying all the shippers as disgusting creatures. Or say you get disgusted if a shipper reblogs your content, even if they respected your tagging preferences and/or the content has nothing to do with the ship at all. Or to claim “x has great art but they ship reimob, nevermind, their art is trash”. What’s the necessity of doing all that? I frankly doubt people who do that have the best interests of minors at heart. At best I have seen questionable beliefs about content on a site as tumblr being influencial enough such that a fanart with less than 50 notes of a niche fandom can “normalize pedophilia” in american society (because you know, we are all americans and america is the world). At worst it just seems to be used as excuse for harassment.

Speaking of that, regarding the users who make really wrong content: While I won’t defend that, I feel another distinction should be made. Do I think certain content is gross? Yes. Some of that content nearly made me throw up? Yes. Do I think the autor of that content is gross/deserves to die/etc? No. Do I harass them? No. Some of them have turned out to be csa survivors. I try to abide to the notion that nobody should be bullied for their likings in fictional settings, even if I don’t like it. What I do to deal with that is simply not follow the blogs with such content and so far it works.

As I said, I’m not interesed in discussing with antis, I just wanted to put some things together. Maybe it will help confused bystanders understand the shippers aren’t defending pedophilia. We are just defending a ship we like and love. Let’s try to respect each other.

anonymous asked:

Will there be more of today's post??!!!?? Who is she pregnant with? Who does Jamie work for? Was Frank ever involved?! COME ON DON'T LEAVE A GIRL HANGING! PLEASEEEEEEE Pregnant Claire and Professor Jamie just gives me all these happy feels and that's what I needed so much! I would love to see more stories like this <3

Continuation of Baking Disasters

“Shit, shit shit!” I muttered as the lukewarm coffee from both mine and Geillie’s cups spilled down my front

“Miss Beauchamp!”

“Sorry Ma’am, but the cups spilled. My uniform–”

“Clean it up and change. You can’t sit in a puddle of coffee. Shoo!”

“Thankyou Mistress Callaghan,” I said convincingly sweet.

I made a dash for my storage trunk and pulled my comfortable clothes from the bottom of my bag. I hadn’t exactly intended on pulling this stunt today but wanted to be prepared for the proper moment. The standard yellow dress, now a putrid brown, clung to my legs as I made my way down to the lavatory. I took my time rinsing the dress out, washing the coffee from my body and simply enjoying the brief moments out of the scrutiny and boredom of the bookkeeping class.

“Just a few more weeks, Beauchamp. You can make it that long.” I said to my reflection.

With a deep breath, I left the bubble of comfort I had created.

The lift’s small lobby was blissfully quiet. I reached to push the up button, but it was already lit. I stared in confusion at the little red bar. A deep clearing of someone’s throat sounded from behind me causing me to jump. I turned and saw the most beautiful man, and he smiled with a nod of his head.

“Mistress.”

“Good-day,” I murmured. His smiled widened.

“It is a good day.” He was fidgeting from side to side, his fingers tapping his thigh in a rhythmic cadence.

The freight lift dinged at the same time the standard lift opened its doors with a bell and rush of people.

“I’ll just follow ye. Ye seem to ken where it is yer going in this place.”

I smiled at him and nodded, requesting the second floor to the operator, while my redheaded companion requested the tenth.

“They both go to the same place,” I said quickly.

“I’d hope so.” He smirked.

“The other just has an extra stop to the basement and underground storage unit.”

“Ah weel, good thing I followed you! I didna fancy getting mugged or murdered today.” He joked with a roguish wink. I laughed nervously, concentrating on not spewing words thoughtless back to this man.

“Second floor, madam.” The elderly attendant said as he opened the double gated doors.

“Thank-you Jacob.” I turned back to the beautiful man, committing his face to memory.

“Have a good day!” He said, holding out a hand. I couldn’t speak and blushed rushing for the door to the women’s hall, blushing the entire time.

“Sassenach?”

“Claire?”

“Hmm?” I jolted, turning my head to see concerned blue eyes of my husband searching my own.

“Where did ye go? I thought for a moment ye had fallen asleep but yer eyes were open and ye were twirling a lock of yer hair.”

“Do you remember the day we met?” I whispered ignoring his question, as he lazily drew circles on my protruding stomach. I felt rather than heard his laugh.

“Aye. Ye were so flustered and adorable. I nearly followed you to wherever ye were headed that day. I’m even surprised I have a job after the daze ye left me in.”

It was my turn to laugh. “Surely I didn’t cause that much of an upheaval?”

“Och! But ye did Sassenach. Ye did.” He paused, fingers stilling over my belly button, then quickly pulled me tighter against his chest. “Ye were the most beautiful thing I had ever laid my eyes on. Your hair wild and loose, and yer outfit, Christ! Ye were so brazen in yer pants and sleeveless top, I thought I’d walked into another world.”

“If you knew why I looked that way…” I trailed off shaking my head. “I was in the restroom just before meeting you in the lobby. Coffee had just spilled down my respectable clothes and I had to change into something more comfortable that was in my bag.”

“Ye wee fiend! Ye spilled yer coffee on purpose to change!” His fingers grazed the sensitive side of my ribs and I squealed and tried to wiggle out of his grasp.

“Yes!” I heaved between laughs, my lungs burning and tears streaming down my face. “Alright, is that what you wanted to hear? I couldn’t stand the pale yellow dress that was required and when Geillie stood up at our desk I hit the desk with my knee causing hers, and my drinks to spill down the front of my dress.”

I could feel Jamie’s smile against my neck as he smothered his laughter in my skin.

“I knew I married a canny one.” His laughs turned into sighs as he nuzzled deeper into my skin. “I canna say that I’m sorry ye tend to break the rules, Sorcha.”

“Oh, why’s that?” I asked, turning my head to try and see him, but getting a face full of unruly, short red curls.

“If ye hadna broken the rules and gone to the lavatory to change, I never would have met ye in that elevator. And I would ne’er change the events of that day.”

I smiled, brought his knuckles to my lips and kissed them. “Nor would I. How did you find me, we never exchanged names, or even said more than a few–embarrassing, on my part– words?”

Jamie shifted so that I was laying on my back and he was propped up on an elbow, looking down at me.

“During my interview with the Latin department, I inquired what was on the second floor of the building.” He leaned down and kissed my temple. “And when they said the women’s institution hall I knew I had to try and find ye again.”

“It didn’t take you long. What? All of three days went by before you were standing outside the lifts with a solitary yellow tulip.”

“Aye, that’s when I finally had the balls to stand there and wait hoping ye’d show yerself.”

I reached up and stroked his cheek and the day’s old stubble that resided there. “I do love you, and can’t tell you how happy I am that you did come to find me that day.”

“I couldna see my life without you. That day ye were babbling and mumbling to me in that lift, I knew ye were it for me.”

“My babbling endeared you. Oh my how I have the greatest ability!” I exaggerated sarcastically laughing as he began tickling my sides.

We twined our bodies together heaving from the laughter. A quick beat of little feet startled us both.

“Seems like he likes his parents happy,” Jamie whispered, as he leaned in for a kiss.

“Mmm, she wants us to settle down. It is her nap time after all.”

Jamie bent down, caressing my now exposed stomach. “Shh wee one. We’ll calm down now. Go sleep and become strong so that ye can join us in the world verra soon. Tha gaol agam ort, mo chridhe.” He finished this with a kiss to my stomach, followed by a kiss on my lips.

“I never thought I’d say I can thank my happiness to spilled coffee and a lift, but I’m glad that I can.”

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>what Sherlock says:</b> i'm fine<p/><b>what he really means:</b> hmmm irene adler, dominatrix, has something to do with sex which i'm uncomfy af but ok. can manage. whoops maybe not. boobies. oh and smart af. can't read her. wtf! john is making a move. nopity nope. only notice me intelligent lady. detective what now? pozisyunofdcar! she's good. erm, american? ah, yes! measurements! wait, stabby. what's she stab me with? ugh got whipped. got whipped good. and she solved the case too? sleepy time. oh no wait my phone. weird af sound. jawn curious. hudders curious. me curious. erm christmas. mantelpiece. y u dead? im sad but too smart to admit im sad. bashed face but her. sad sad sad. not in the mood to eat. write sad music but heck im not sad okay. jawn rode a black car with a stranger. must follow bcoz lols. oops she's rly alive. y am i happy? and angry? confused af. imma throw dis american down the window because grrrr... jawn likes to talk about feelings. meh. happy new year bcoz y not. erm months experiment to find code. perfume in the air leading to bedroom. oooh sleepy time on my bed. haha gotcha with the fake phone. or not. lols i like you but im too cool for that. imma impress you with my fast thinking skills. tired af might reboot for a while. done. coventry woot! dnt know that? imma tell u coz im smart. y u looking at me like that? oooh closer. i'll take ur pulse just in casr idk. oops gotta dash sry. waaaah plane with dead? u here? wtf! u played me wth! moriarty's not ur type, y u lyin?!? i took your pulse -- ah yeaaaah! i took ur pulse and u like me and aha! punny passcode. im flattered but no. actually, yes coz imma fly miles to save you, and i'll hack them with my sword but i don't like you that much, just a bit, okay? i'll give you a special nickname too coz ur not important to me, just a tiny bit k? the woman? yas. don't like u at all but hey fam, get out of my head k coz i keep thinking about you at random occasions like wth? i'll pretend i don't reply but even if i change my phone, i'll still keep your text alert because lols. btw, thanks for the bday greet. u know where to find me so see ya soon.<p/></p><p/></p>
Roses - Draco Malfoy x Reader

A/N: A very orginal fanfiction with a lot of plot that should be taken a 100% seriously because of it’s value for today’s society.
Yes, my soul-nerd @parchment-scribbles and me had a conversation about cliches, Mary Sues and out of character writing, and this just happened, enjoy!

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The Three List | Barry & Iris | Script Fic
  • Barry: Hey, Iris?
  • Iris: Yeah, hun?
  • Barry: Do you remember when you were with Eddie & you told me about your 3's list?
  • Iris: My 3's list?
  • Barry: Yeah, you know, three guys you could cheat on Eddie with.
  • Iris: *snorts* oh, right. My 3 list.
  • Barry: You don't still HAVE that, do you?
  • Iris: *blinks* What?
  • Barry: Your 3 list. Do you still have it?
  • Iris: Uh...probably somewhere. Why?
  • Barry: *clears throat* I was just wondering if Oliver was still on it.
  • Iris: *smirks & crawls over to him* Babe, you know that's not a serious thing, right?
  • Barry: what do you mean?
  • Iris: *laughs* even if Oliver had given my fangirl self the time of day when I was with Eddie, I wouldn't have slept with him.
  • Barry: *blinks* you wouldn't have?
  • Iris: *laughs* Who do you think I am, Bear? You think 'he's on my three list!' would've sufficed if Eddie had caught us in bed together?
  • Barry: *blushes fiercely* No, I guess not.
  • Iris: *cups face* Babe, you've got nothing to worry about. *kisses him* You're the only one I want.
  • Barry: *after many kisses & sweet nothings whispered* But is Oliver still--
  • Iris: *rolls eyes & gets off him* oh, for crying out loud.
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, I didn't mean-
  • Iris: You most certainly did. *starts to walk away*
  • Barry: *panics* Iris-
  • Iris: Calm down. I'll be right back. *dashes up the stairs & comes back 10 minutes later* Found it!
  • Barry: *shifts towards her, eyes wide* What did you... *spots piece of paper she's holding* Oh.
  • Iris: *hands paper over* Take a look for yourself.
  • Barry: *scans list of names & frowns* He's still on it.
  • Iris: Mhmm.
  • Barry: This doesn't make me feel any better, Iris.
  • Iris: *crosses arms* that's the original list. I only updated it once, a couple months after I'd moved in with Eddie.
  • Barry: *still frowning* where's that one?
  • Iris: *makes circling motion with her finger*
  • Barry: *checks the other side* This one looks pretty much the same. I don't see-- *jaw drops*
  • Iris: *starts to grin* See something you like, hun?
  • Barry: Am...Am I...? *squeaks*
  • Iris: *nods* Mhmm.
  • Barry: I'm in the number 2 spot!
  • Iris: That's one above Oliver, I believe.
  • Barry: *still gawking* I don't understand.
  • Iris: *comes & sits next to him on the couch* After you told me how you felt when I was with Eddie, I had a lot of feelings that I didn't know how to deal with. Then when Eddie got all secretive on me I started thinking about you even more, and how my best friend would NEVER keep secrets from me the way my boyfriend was doing.
  • Barry: *winces* sarcasm is warranted.
  • Iris: in the past. *waves it off*
  • Barry: *swallows hard & nods*
  • Iris: That night when I came back to my dad's & you were there reassuring me, I felt like that was a safe place to put them. My feelings for you.
  • Barry: On your 3 list?
  • Iris: *nods* On my 3 list.
  • Barry: Did Eddie ever see it?
  • Iris: *laughs* Are you kidding? If Eddie had seen the updated version, he would've figured out what was up right away, even before I did.
  • Barry: And what was up?
  • Iris: *smiles & gently kisses him* I was in love with my best friend.
  • Barry: *has warm fuzzies* Iris...
  • Iris: So, you can keep that if you like. Oliver's name is still on it - BENEATH yours though. I don't have a need for it anymore. I haven't looked at it until today in over two years.
  • Barry: Yeah?
  • Iris: *nuzzles & kisses* yeah. You're all I want, Bear. If I can't have you, there's no one else I want. Not even a one night stand with a celebrity.
  • Barry: *smiles*
  • Iris: Do YOU have a 3 list? *raises eyebrows*
  • Barry: WHAT? *squeaks*
  • Iris: You heard me.
  • Barry: Iris.
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *sighs & then laughs* I have a 1 list.
  • Iris: *eyebrow furrow* What's a 1 list?
  • Barry: *pulls out wallet & digs out tiny scrap of paper inside & hands it to her* Same thing as a 3 list. Except mine only has 1 name on it.
  • Iris: *jaw drops when she reads it* I'M the only name on your 3 list??
  • Barry: *grins & pulls her close* Yep.
  • Iris: But of all he gorgeous celebrities, even SCIENCE NERDS, you only chose--
  • Barry: You're the only one I've wanted since the day that I met you.
  • Iris: *teary-eyed* Barry...
  • Barry: Getting a chance with you? 10 times better than any hook up with ANY celebrity.
  • Iris: *sighs contently & kisses him* I love you, Barry Allen.
  • Barry: I love you, Iris West.
  • Iris: *nuzzles & pulls away after a while* So what are you going to do with my 3 list?
  • Barry: Give it back to you. *hands it over* You decide what to do with it.
  • Iris: *grins* Mmk. *pecks him in the cheek, stands up & heads to the roaring fireplace*
  • Barry: Wait, Iris, what are you doing?! *speeds over*
  • Iris: Getting rid of it. I don't need it anymore.
  • Barry: Well, maybe you should keep it. You know, as a keepsake.
  • Iris: *eyes him suspiciously* Why do you want it?
  • Barry: *I* don't want it. It's yours. I gave it back to you. So you--
  • Iris: BARRY.
  • Barry: *swallows* I mean, you ranked me ABOVE Oliver, so...
  • Iris: OHMYGOD. *rolls eyes & shoves it into his hand* You keep it. It'll be YOUR keepsake. *walks back to the couch & sits down*
  • Barry: It's not really MINE, so--
  • Iris: *gives him THE LOOK* one more word, Barry, and I WILL throw it to the flames. Not even your superspeed will stop me.
  • Barry: *nods & swallows* Right. *tucks paper into pocket & comes to sit next to her* So...
  • Iris: *raises eyebrow*
  • Barry: Now what?
  • Iris: *irritation fades away & she pulls him close, kissing him* Now I get some one-on-one time with #2 on my 3 list.
  • Barry: *pulls back after a few kisses* I thought you just said--
  • Iris: I swear to God, Barry, if you don't just kiss me--
  • Barry: *speeds them up their bedroom, drops her on the bed & takes off t-shirt, then hovers over her & kisses her, lingering*
  • Iris: *moans* Don't tell my boyfriend about this. He'll be extremely jealous.
  • Barry: *restrains groan* On my life. *mutters & kisses her again*
  • ...
  • A/N: Just did (as of 4/2/17) a bit of an edit, b/c I watched the 1.08 scene & realized it's actually called a 'three' list, not a 'threes' list. So I changed all those & added a short line to something Iris said early on.

anonymous asked:

I know other people are giving their opinion on this whole Gemma situation but I wanted to know yours? Among other problematic things about it - the language and target group, it just gave me a lot of anxiety and I was really upset by it. I like Gem a lot but honestly it gave me some doubt because I just don't understand why she constantly speaks out to debunk 'theories' as she said. She's kind of an extension of Harry in some ways and I guess I'm just wondering why she would.


2. (please no one attack me for me an anti or troll - I’m not. I’m a larry. I do my best to stay firm in what I believe but I struggle when there’s constant stuff thrown at us to make us doubt and I find it really upsetting.


First of all, she doesn’t “constantly” debunk theories, she responds to Larry-related comments about once a year, the fandom has a fit, then everything goes back to normal.

Second, I keep seeing all these posts about what she said, but no one seems to be talking about what the original trigger for all of this was. I haven’t seen it myself, but there was ONE post that crossed my dash that said that her reply “Are you mental?!” was in response to someone commenting that an IG post of hers “proves Larry.” Since I can’t confirm that’s the fact, I’m hesitant to report it as one, but it’s also the ONLY thing I ever saw talking about what she was responding to, so my answer assumes that’s true.

So did anyone, even once, think that she specifically meant that as a response to someone claiming an entirely unrelated IG post “proves Larry”?  That it wasn’t an attack on Larries or Larry, but on that one particular thing? That thing that she just last month wrote an article about saying how annoying it was?

And then people went on the attack, as they do, and she tried - and failed - to defend herself without actually talking about Larry.

I get why people are mad and I agree that she should have just eyerolled out of there, blocked or deleted the comment and moved on. But I also get that she is fucking tired of all of those responses on every one of her posts.  The “LARRY IS REEEALLL!!!” commenters are extremely annoying. I want to block them all too.  That said, they’re also harmless and should be ignored, but all of us have days when little things seem much bigger than they are.

Gemma is human, she got annoyed and responded to an unnecessary comment using a common, if inappropriate, UK phrase.

I think it’s much ado over a big ball of nothing. Sorry.

anonymous asked:

You said once that mCorrin and fCorrin had slightly different quirks. If you don't mind me asking, how so?

I don’t mind at all (。•̀ᴗ-)✧

I didn’t notice at first (I played Birthright with a female avatar and Conquest with a male avatar) but somewhere in my 929 hours of playing Fates I started noticing their personalities, behaviors and the way they interact with other characters differ. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it at first, but after several playthroughs it became obvious.

F!Kamui: mischievous, peppy and (maybe it’s just my imagination but I have this impression every time I switch back between male and female avatars) smiles more.

M!Kamui: earnest, socially awkward/gauche, a bit uptight and (again, it strikes me every time) tends to keep a straight/poker face more often.

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Good Graces - Alfie Solomons Imagine

All this Alfie on my dash today – got me in some kind of way!!  Here’s a little ditty about an angry Alfie trying to get back in the good graces of his lady.

No one could clear out a room quicker than Alfie Solomons.   His legendary temper struck fear in the hearts of men who normally struck fear in the hearts of men.   Currently he stood red faced, with shoulders hunched before a petite brunette; –  who was supposed to be whimpering and cowering under the verbal onslaught he had just released.  

It wasn’t going exactly as he planned.   And he was pretty sure the fact that her one foot had started tapping was not a good sign.   He dragged his fingers through a patch of scraggly, ginger beard as he met her gaze across her desk.   She didn’t waver.  Fuck.   Relationships were hard.   Much harder when you hired a beautiful and fiery tempered minx to do your paperwork, and subsequently couldn’t keep your hands off her long enough for her to do said paperwork.   Because banging her on your desk daily was definitely much more satisfying.

He was pretty sure his odds for a right proper desk banging were slipping away today.   Alfie wasn’t one to give up on any negotiation so easily though.

“Listen sweetie.  I’m only saying…”

Her hand come up to stop him mid-sentence, and though his brow furrowed, he was dying to hear what she had to say.  Fuck she was beautiful when her temper was up.

“Do you see an apron?”   She lifted her skirt a teasing height.

He only saw a good amount of shapely thigh and raised a brow.

“Do I look like Ollie?  Ya think I’m gonna go stand in the corner like a good lil boy?   What the hell ya playin?”

“Well, I was hoping to play with ya but…”

She walked around her desk to come stand before him.   Chin tilted to meet that glare most buckled beneath, but her eyes were spitting fire and Alfie was sure he just about came right then and there.

“Listen sweetie,” she mimicked his endearment,  “Ya wanna fuck ya stay here and be a gentleman.”  She ran her hands up his chest, leaning in to press close against him, feeling the hardness in his trousers.  A smirk played upon her beautiful full mouth, but Alfie stood his ground; half praying she’d give in and half wanting her to poke the grizzly bear just a little bit further.  

“Ya wanna play boss, ya get yer ass back in the office and boss someone else around, and I’ll just start here without ya, and ya can play catch up later when yer business is all done.”   She removed her hands from where they had settled at the top of his trousers, and ran them down her own body, a wicked gleam cast his way.

“And ya better hope I don’t finish my business first.”

Alfie watched her hands roam down between her legs and the air hissed between his teeth, then a mumbled “ yeah, well … sorry luv.”

She leaned back against the desk, arms folded across her chest.  “Damn right yer sorry Aflie,” she shook her head, but her eyes had begun to soften, “Honestly, playing that gamble with me.”

Alfie stepped into her space, gently pushing her legs apart so he could settle himself between her legs.  His strong, lean fingers reached down to the hem of her skirt, lifting it slightly so they could trail up the soft, silky smoothness of her legs.

“How about I give you good odds for a very favourable return?”

She arched into him, grabbing his suspenders and dragging them down the strong shoulders.

“That would be a good start.  You’re gonna have to do that thing I like… and I’ll tell you what, you double down on that offer and ya got yerself a fuckin deal Mr Solomons.”

His hands grasped about her waist and he set her upon the desk,  “Fucking hell luv, that mouth of yours.”   His mouth crashed down upon her own, and she kissed him soundly, but briefly - before pushing his head down her body.

“No sweetie, the deal was about your mouth.”

~

Am I doing Horny Hardy Friday right?  @banes-tshirt , @badassbaker@thihaf, @feminamortem  ;)

Breathe

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this is my first angsty one-shot, please be nice! neighbours!au, somewhat 5k words with major character death, mentions of drowning also. italics is flashback. huge issue to mention - do not operate your phone at any point for any reason under any circumstance while driving; if something were to happen, you never know who’s world you’ve robbed of all its’ sunshine.



Message from: Taehyung - received just now

Just finished with the doctor. Can I get a ride pretty please?


Your fingers danced across the screen the moment his text had come through, the message already read before you had even unlocked your phone.

I’ll pick you up in five.

Equally as quickly, he responded, a single sunny smiley face on the screen. You were already out the door, keys in hand and phone in the other, running down the steps of your house right next to his, the pair of houses you’d grown up in. You clambered into your car, hurriedly putting your seatbelt on, then you were dashing out of the driveway, branches and bushes lined head to toe in blossoming flowers dragging against the sides, the petals determined to shine despite the season not yet spring. With the radio barely murmuring anything at all, you drove directly to the hospital, more than familiar with the short route from your houses.

He stood with his thumb out like he was trying to hitchhike a ride, grinning ear to ear, and you couldn’t help but smile yourself, before he covered his mouth to cough, his shoulders jolting at the movement, yet he moved his hand back away the next moment, trying to appear like he really was fine, like he could really breathe.

Your lips pressed together in disapproval; he should have waited inside, where the air was easier to breathe, where someone could keep an eye on him, and your hand had reached to turn up the air-conditions to a higher speed and a slightly warmer temperature on it’s own, as you pulled up right next to where he stood, fingers shielding his eyes from the penetrating brightness of the sun.

“How did it go?” You asked sweetly as he climbed into the passenger side, already putting on a smile for you.

“The same it always does. I need to stop refusing treatment, blah blah blah.” He sighed, closing the door a little harsher than need be, before his elbow rested against the window, his fingers rubbing the bridge of his nose like he was already diving into deep thought.

You peered at him through the corner of your vision before you accelerated away, not convinced in the slightest. “Are you sure you’re alright?”

He hummed then, his smile a lot less convincing this time, and you focussed on driving both of you home for the moment.

“You know,” you tried to start again with a different tone, keeping your gaze straight ahead although you knew his had turned to look at you, “I found this super easy-looking recipe for nutella-filled pancakes. Wanna give it a try?”

His usual light-hearted self started to return, his lips parted in a grin while he retorted. “I’ll take care of all the nutella, don’t you worry about that.”

You let out a laugh, and it filled the air like music for a moment, Taehyung pausing turning up the radio for a moment. “You’ll get pimples if you eat that much chocolate, especially in one go, smartypants.”

He smirked just a little to himself. “Yes, mom.”

You quirked a single eyebrow at him, accepting the challenge. “You can have your nutella, after you eat a salad, and finish your calculus homework.”

He groaned, the lively mood starting to shift. “Can we please not do this now? I’m so hungry, and that jar of chocolate heaven has my name all over it.”

You nodded fairly, the playful feeling gone from the air. You weren’t going to get into it now, you didn’t want to take a single chance at spoiling his happy mood he tried to convince himself of. And while all you could really do was smile and drive him every other day to a new appointment where they told him the same news and tried to get him to take the same medication he always refused, you thought he would always get better; his brightness couldn’t be extinguished like this.

But, Taehyung wasn’t daft; he knew he wasn’t going to get better. He knew what would happen to him eventually, but he saw no sense in wasting the last unknown amount of time he had on this earth being miserable about it. He was a ray of sunshine, spreading happiness like air, and you could swear that daisies bloomed out of the dirt wherever he strode.

Yet, like all purely beautiful things allowed in this world, he had to end, his last days coming eminently sooner than he deserved.

You reached your hand across to his seat on his thigh, offering the most reassuring smile you could, but he only half-heartedly returned it, squeezing your hand for a brief moment before letting go and moving his hand far away from your reach.

The rest of the car ride was filled with a more uncomfortable type of silence, his head tilted slightly away from you, staring out the window at the same scenery he’d been surrounded in all his life, and you knew he didn’t want you to see him showing weakness, the low music from the radio completely covering the silence of the water in his eyes falling down his face.



~

“Tae?” You called out cautiously, exiting the side of your house, looking for a little tuft of golden hair dashing somewhere around in the garden, yet you saw nothing, and the silence that answered back placed a heavy weight on your lungs.

“Taehyung, where are you?” You wailed with more urgency, the prickles of anxiety tearing up your skin the more you looked and caught no sight of him. With a sickening feeling, you descended further into the yard, through the rows of colourful flowers that you were forbidden to pick, down towards the dam that seemed to be rippling more intensely than usual.

You already knew that the small golden hands moving in the water had to be him, his skin sinking deeper below the surface.

“Tae!” You screamed, watching his hand disappear underneath the water, the surface no longer churning with his struggles.

He couldn’t swim and neither could you, but before any other thought, you were surrounded by the water, moving your legs frantically in any direction you could to get to the surface. You’d seen this on television, you take a big breath and then you dive underneath the water, down to where you couldn’t breathe.

Before you could lose your nerve, or even possibly Taehyung, you took a breath so big it pained your lungs, before you deliberately let yourself sink, letting your clothes tug you down to the depths.

It was so dirty and dark, your eyes burned as they tried to adjust, and your mouth opened in panic at the space, your lungs trying to pull in more air on instinct before you could stop yourself. Through your watering eyes, you caught sight of him, and it didn’t matter that you couldn’t breathe anymore.
He was suspended in the water, his eyes shut, mouth ajar and completely deadly still.

You kicked and writhed your way towards him, grabbing him around the middle, his body effortlessly light and limp. Your own lungs were now long begging for fresh air, and you tried to kick your way back to the surface where the daylight poured in.

At last, your head rose, spitting out water and almost sobbing to yourself, keeping the boy pinned to you as close as possible, as if you could offer him any sort of safety and security. He wasn’t moving, he wasn’t struggling, or choking for air, and you lunged your way to the dam bank layered with mud.

You tried to breathe in the fresh air, your body convulsing as you coughed up more dirty water, all while trying to pull the boy up onto the muddy bank. He was so heavy now, too heavy for you to carry both his form and yourself, but there was no other option; with a momentous heave, you slumped his body against the dirt, digging your fingers into the mud to claw your own way out of the water.

He hadn’t spoken, coughed, or even moved. You scrambled to more secure ground, dragging him by his soaked shirt, before you turned him over and placed your ear against his chest.

Taehyung wasn’t breathing.

You thanked every entity you could name for your parents’ insistence of teaching you proper CPR, your hands already pushing him to lie on his side to clear whatever might be in his airways. Then you were gently pinching his nose shut as you tried to breathe life back into his body, his alarmingly cold lips making you that much more desperate to change his fate.

You locked your fingers together, compressing his chest as cautiously as you could, terrified you’d accidentally break one of his ribs, pressing over and over until you thought to give him another breath, repeating the process, each time becoming more and more distraught.

He coughed, finally, and you thought it was the best sound there ever was, the sound of life running back in him again, and you yourself could finally breathe again in relief.

“You have really strong lungs,” he spoke softly, the water all over his face running over to the dips of his closed eyelids.

“You’re lucky that you do too, you idiot!” You scolded him, your own voice breathless and weak, and so quiet and hoarse it didn’t even sound like you anymore. “Why would you jump in there?”

He opened his eyes to look at you, propping himself on his elbows while his chest still heaved for even the slightest breath of air, a more melancholic look settling in them. “I found a daisy for you, but I dropped it and it blew into the water.”

You were quiet, finally feeling relieved that breathing was almost as easy and natural as it had always been, while Taehyung still wheezed next to you.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled, looking truly remorseful, and you filled with guilt; he endangered his life for something that would simply make you smile.

You collapsed completely in the mud beside him, the blades of grass slightly itchy against your soft skin, looking up at the bright sky. “It’s okay, Tae, just please never leave my sight again, okay?”

He looked toward you completely, his expression shimmering with absolute admiration as he promised. “Never. I can’t breathe without you.”



~

When you raised your head from your laptop, the freshly bought nutella jar was upside down and balanced on his face, right over his open mouth with chocolate spread smeared around his skin.

“Oh my god, you can’t have eaten all that already!”

He tilted his head to look at you, his dark-stained lips already asking a very meek ‘what?’, voice quiet and eyes wide in an inquisitive way, the empty jar falling from being perched on his skin into his waiting chocolate-smeared fingers.

“That’s way too much sugar, your poor skin.” You tutted, rising from the stiff chair, stretching your arms over your head, one foot already hitting the floor to bring you closer to him.

“You can never have too much sunshine and happiness!” Taehyung cheered, his nutella-stained teeth grinning wide, smiling eyes following you as you moved away from your work and over towards how he lay on the couch.

“Come on, Tae. You’ll never get any study time in if all you do is eat.” You prodded his stomach softly for good measure, and he whined quietly at the contact on his soft skin.

Before he could respond, he jerked into a sitting position as he descended into a coughing fit, the sounds so sick and monstrous that you were hesitant to even rub his back as his shoulders shook with the effort.

“Are you okay?” You asked urgently, hand stretching towards your phone already, thumb tense and poised over the emergency call for help.

He stopped coughing, waving his hand at you without meeting your gaze, and you knew his eyes had to be stained and leaking from the strain on his lungs. “Don’t worry, I’m fine, really.”

He tried to put on a smile for you, although he looked pained; his eyes were watery and red, his skin tense and missing the smooth honey-richness that it used to drown in, a smear of blood on his lower lip that you reached up to wipe away. His eyes fell into an emotion less than cheerful, and the mere sight made your own eyes well up before you could put on a brave mask to stop it.

“I really wish you’d let them help you,” you murmured, your sad gaze still locked on his lips.

He licked them quickly, only a small portion of the chocolate being wiped away, still trying to wear a convincing smile so you yourself could be happy. “I’m fine, I really am.”

The next moment, before you could think of how to retaliate to his stubbornness, he leapt up from the couch, proceeding to suck his fingers visibly clean of his favourite spread.

“Something’s bothering you,” he interjected suddenly, watching you from a short distance, not far enough that he had to raise his voice in the slightest, his eyes as warm and kind as they had always been.

“Hm?”

You did your best to make the hum sound light and carefree, but the heat quickly rising along your neck as blood rushed to your face, and the way your eyes immediately shifted to your feet gave away your cover completely.

“Come on,” Taehyung tried to pry it out of you. “You know you can tell me anything. I might even know how to help your dilemma,” he added, pointedly licking his finger for emphasis, the same finger that was absolutely smothered in a child’s food fifteen seconds ago, and you couldn’t control the smile from blossoming on your face.

It was now or never, and you weren’t going to lose your nerve to tell him yet again.

“I, uh, have something to tell you,” you spoke cautiously as your smile hid, your fingers fiddling with themselves subconsciously, not even blinking as you watched for any sort of reaction from him, and he knew that too, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

“What?” His tone was equally cautious, his eyes narrow but just as unblinking as yours.

“There’s somewhere I have to travel to, for work.”

He squinted at you, his expression morphing into amusement. “Geez, I don’t appreciate the short notice, but I guess I can pack-”

“Taehyung.”

The firmness behind your tone was enough to stop him in his tracks, his face changing again into a state of shock as he scrambled for his words while praying you were going to change yours.

“You don’t mean, away from me? Completely?”

You knew him, you knew how much he had to be hurting on the inside by just the thought of you being in a different city to him, even for a few hours, let alone days or even weeks. You stepped towards him, so close that your noses would touch with another inch, your hands coming up to rest on the sides of his face.

“I have to leave you,” you spoke softly, keeping his face between your hands. He gave no reaction, blankly staring right back at you.

“I have to move somewhere else for a few weeks,” you continued speaking, wary of how fragile he was despite the emptiness he seemed to reciprocate. “But I’ll come back when it’s all done, I promise.”

“Why?”

His eyes started to dampen, and you pressed your lips together in attempt to stop the constricting dryness from obstructing your throat, your thumbs moving to softly wipe under his eyes before the tears had even fallen.

“Tae, I have to go, I have to travel for work. It’s only a four hour drive, it’s not like there’s a whole ocean between us.”

But there was; an ocean Taehyung couldn’t swim in, an ocean that he needed your help to wade through, an ocean he needed you to be able to breathe in. He tried to bargain with you, paying no mind to the fact that if you had any control over the situation yourself, you wouldn’t leave him for an instant.

“Travel to my house.”

“Tae, you know that I can’t-”

“I’m not well enough to be without you, please, don’t leave.”

You wiped under his eyes in preparation for the tears he was insistent to expel before they could form, his hands coming up to hold you around the middle. His lips twitched as he held it in; he almost told you how he couldn’t breathe without you, and he had to improvise, so he told the absolute truth.

“I lied today,” he mumbled, feeling too ashamed to look you straight in the eye, “the doctor said I don’t have long left, that I should go on the transplant list, that someone has to be with me at all times now.”

Your lips pressed together tighter. He didn’t realise that you already knew that.

“I’ll call you all of the time, I’ll have someone check on you every single hour, Tae, I swear you will be okay.”

He finally started to accept it, leaning forward to wrap you completely in his embrace, his arms holding you closer than painfully close, completely silent for the longest time.

“You have to promise me that you’ll always be safe,” he pressed, his arms not yet releasing you.

You scoffed playfully, while your eyes blinked far more than usual to keep the water at bay. “Me? You better focus on getting better, sunshine.”

He couldn’t bear to answer you, humming so softly that he hoped would pass for confirmation, his hand rubbing your back softly as he breathed in the air by your neck for what could be the last time.



~

It was around four am when the repeated buzzing of your phone woke you from your well-deserved sleep, and you groggily looked at the bright screen, trying to recognise the number, but it didn’t look familiar.

It had to be important - why would anybody call at this damned hour?

You swiped to answer the rings and held it up to your ear, slumping back in bed, your vision splashed with colourful dots as you looked at the dark ceiling.

“Hello?”

“Miss,” an unfamiliar voice started straightaway, and by their breathlessness, your skin prickled with anxiety, “do you know Kim Taehyung?”

The prickles burned more fiercely, and you were already sitting up in bed, answering with a very tentative confirmation.

“He’s in the theatre right now, I have to notify his next of kin. It would be best if you came here.”

Before she’d even finished speaking, you grabbed your keys, too shocked to care if you weren’t properly dressed, using your limbs to fly out of the house with a panic-fuelled adrenaline.

Nothing else that went on around you reached your ears. Were there sirens and car horns beeping? Were the trees rattling with the wind that shook them? Was a bird calling, a dog barking somewhere? You couldn’t tell. You couldn’t hear anything over the sound of the heartbeat that rang in your ears.

You shouldn’t be driving in this state, you knew it, but Taehyung was dying, right now.

“Miss,” the surgeon started again, “I have to hang up now,-”

“No,” you grovelled, your voice low but quiet, quivering off at the end. “Please, stay on the line, I need to know.”

For a moment, only silence came from the other end of the phone, before the surgeon started talking again, telling you about how he’d been rushed in a few hours ago after he’d been found unconscious in the garden, how he seemed to be doing much better before his system plummeted.

She also asked if you were feeling okay, and you had nothing to say back to her, one hand frozen with the phone to your ear, while the other turned onto the highway, your right foot much heavier than usual. You only sped past four exits when you noticed it, on the road in the same lane you were on, a massive truck beside you speeding ahead of your car that now dwindled along, well under the speed limit as it tried to overtake you.

“South on the Highway, exit 134,” you breathed so quietly and quickly into the phone the spokesperson almost didn’t hear you, “there’s an accident, send someone now,” you paused to swallow quickly, your other hand sweating as it gripped the wheel tighter. “I have strong lungs, and he just needs to breathe.”

You hung up the next second, throwing the phone to the backseat of your car just as the sound of horns blaring, and your car jerked then, the tires sliding around on the ice as you tried to regain the control that you knew you couldn’t get back, before your car skidded sideways into a truck, the thick crash of metal against metal rattling in the air.



~

When he woke up, he was laid neatly in a bed, the blankets pulled up just before where the burning cuts had to be, small machines of all sorts attached to his arms, blinking and beeping different tunes. He tried to take a deep breath through the nozzle strapped underneath his nose, and although his chest screamed at him, his lungs could finally pull in air the easiest it had ever been in years.

All too soon, the sound of footsteps echoing on the hall floors grew louder as someone grew nearer, and Taehyung shut his eyes, already knowing it was a doctor come around to check on him. The steps paused at the end of his bed, before a sigh of dread filled the air.

“We need to have a talk,” he looked down at the folder filled with his information at the foot of the bed as he searched for his name, “Taehyung.”

He kept his eyes closed, resolving to humming in confirmation, his skin searing and aching with a pain he’d never imagined possible, even with the painkillers being pumped deep into his veins.

“There’s been an accident, a very bad one. A collision, on the Highway.” The doctor took in a breath, watching his patient closely for any reaction, yet he stayed completely still in his bed.

“It was a quick death, Taehyung. You can breathe easily knowing that she didn’t feel any pain.”

He squinted groggily at the man, becoming more and more alert and anxious with each passing second. They didn’t mean you, did they?

He shifted slightly where he stood, as if he was searching for a way to tell him something, and with a thudding drop in his gut, Taehyung didn’t want to know. The doctor could tell, by the look on his patient’s face, he was begging him to say literally anything else, and he rubbed the back of his neck, searching for the strength to carry out the part of his job he hated the most.

“I think you already know who we’re talking about, Taehyung.”

“No,” he begged, the shock blurring his vision, his face both hot with the blood rush of his sobs and frozen in terror, in absolute disbelief. “She’s not, she could never-”

“We were able to give you the transplant, because of her.”

“You mean,” He started with a horrified look, pushing through the hiccupped sobs he knew would escape him soon, “she’s inside me?”

He looked down frantically at his chest, over the massive bandage that hid stitches that held his skin together over your lungs. He was breathing with a piece of you, and the sheer fact that it felt the easiest breathing ever had in years drowned him in his guilt.

“N-no, there must be some mistake-”

The doctor shook his head, silencing him before he could even grovel for another option, a different alternative to you just being gone.

“She gave us permission to use her organs in the event she died.”

“How?” He cried, his corded hands moving to hold himself, and it didn’t matter that it hurt with an intensity so relentless that it made his legs twitch and writhe where they were; it wasn’t his right to ache over the piece of you that shouldn’t be inside him.

The doctor licked his lips quickly, contemplating whether or not he should actually tell his patient how the most important person in the world to him had exactly vanished. “She was talking to one of the surgeons while she was on her way here,” he finally decided to speak, his knuckles white from gripping the metal foot of the bed so tightly, “there was ice on the road, she must have spotted it before she lost control of the vehicle on it.”

He couldn’t even breathe now, his chest quivering; it really was all his fault. You knew you wouldn’t make it, you knew your body couldn’t be saved from the accident, but you could save his. He refused to accept it.

Taehyung tried to swallow, knowing full well he was kidding himself, but he could never forgive himself for trying, burdened with the fact that you died for him. “You said, in the event that she died,” he clenched his teeth together at the word, it tasted so bitter on his tongue, “so does that mean there’s a chance that-”

The look the doctor gave him stopped him again. “No, Taehyung. Her neck snapped immediately on impact. She was gone before she even knew she’d been hit.”

The choked sobs finally escaped then, and he wailed like he was dying as his whole body shook, and he groaned to himself why you wouldn’t at least try to save yourself, the doctor quickly stepping up to the iv machine.

“This is for your own good, Taehyung, you don’t want to put yourself back in theatre.”

It had to be a sedative, what the doctor was pushing into him, his eyes feeling sore with exhaustion, his limbs no longer finding the strength to thrash around, his skin bleeding so much that he could see the bandage on his chest soak more and more with red dots before they melded together into a pond of his helplessness. His voice was quiet, calm and soothing when he spoke to Taehyung again, hand retracting from the syringe he’d been steadily pressing down on.

“We were able to save four other lives, too. Thanks to her consent, five people can live on.”

But what if Taehyung didn’t want to live on?

The crushing fatigue was too much for him, he had to give up and rest, and through the impossible weight of all the guilt, he could swear that before he closed his eyes for the last time, you were in the same room with him, standing by his bed wearing a worried smile, your fingers gently moving from his forehead into his hair like they always did when he tossed and turned at night because he couldn’t even sleep without you.



~

He stepped slowly, his body weighed down with an invisible force, his feet struggling to find the motivation to keep pressing forwards; but he had to do this, he owed it at the very least.

Through all the therapy and medication, there was no instructions about how to handle the loss of you, his most favourite person in the whole wide world, the reason he could keep going on for all that time, continue smiling and seeing the positivity in the same world that discarded him before he had a chance to live.

You never deserved to be extinguished, especially not for him; how could he not feel like it was his fault? He’d let them call you, he knew you’d worry and you’d do something silly, but even in your last moments you were completely selfless, putting his rapidly diminishing state of healthy over your own.

He’d made sure you had the best headstone, ordering one made completely of coloured glass, purples and blues and oranges dancing together over the bright green field, engraving it with the most curvaceous font he could find. The world had to know that you were different, you didn’t deserve to go like this, to have to lie still in the ground at such a young age. They had to see the colours you could never see in yourself cast over the earth in such a captivating brilliance that Taehyung couldn’t even see without.

He started to choke up before he could help himself, letting himself fall to his knees right in front of where you lay, crying the hardest he ever had. His fingers buried into the dirt through the newly grown grass, having to just hold onto something that he could call you.  He lay with his chest right over where you had to be, his arms spread like he was trying to hug you through the layers of dirt and the harsh wooden box he had to leave you in.

He had no flowers to give you, no wreath, no picture frame filled with your bright smiling face to lay beneath your name. He tried to breathe, his heart racing fast enough for both of you, his lungs struggling to work as if they still belonged to you, and his own diseased lungs were still trapped inside him.

He swore to himself as he finally regained control over his breathing, nails digging harder into the soft grass, his eyes trained on the single flower that grew upwards from the soil, the daisy’s petals a soft mellifluous yellow like the flowers that would bloom from the ground wherever you stepped.

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