but i wanted to put this here

@amalasdraws

Hey, I drew you a dog pile(matsukawa, yahaba, kyoutani, hanamaki, kindaichi) oh also iwa is in their somewhere. Sled AU is so good….. i love it.

I wanted to do a comic but it turned out too long and i wouldnt have had the tim to do it. Ill put this under a read more once I’m off mobile I’m so sorry. But Just imagine Oikawa waking up at night cause he’s COLD and he sees iwa looking so warm so he gets up in his blanket burrito and when he’s about to lay down next to him he hears growling. Its kyoutani the dog. Oikawa is not in the mood cause he’s tired so he’s like “now listen here, I’ve seen snow dogs(2002) and if you don’t straighten up ill bite your ear then well see who’s laughing then” and then he hears “if you bite my dog, after he bites you back ill punch you in the nose” anyway iwa ends up letting him under his covers, and oikawa is happy. He sticks his tongue out at kyoutani and kyo sneezes on him. Bonus bad doodle of blanket oikawa sneaking around.  

jeon / jungkook (fuckboy,smut)

Originally posted by nnochu


summary: you hated his name but part of you wanted to feel his tongue on your skin

note: i wrote this as a one shot but if someone wants a part 2 let me know, i know it’s very short

warning: mentions of sex, smut


‘‘and i bent her over the table and I fucked her so hard, i don’t know how to explain this to you but fuck…’‘

here it is. his voice. that fucking annoying voice you hated so much. always bragging about how many girls he had fucked over, where he fucked them and most importantly how he fucked them.

jeon fucking jungkook

yup that was his name. the name that everyone was so familiar with, all the guys wanted to be his friends because they just thought how majestic he is, and between girls… well they all thought he was stunning, hot, basically a fuck boy.

you could lost count over how many girls he has slept with, and they all come back wanting more but he just pushes them away, getting ready to fuck a new girl.

you couldn’t listen anymore, you would be driving to school or home with the same bus as he because he lives very close to you, and every single day you would hear a different story of how he loves to fuck.

he basically had a group of friends that were pretty similar to him. always getting a new girl each weekend but no jeon was the ace of this group. it’s like he’s their leader and the other’s follow him.

‘‘can you be quiet for once jeon?!’‘ you screamed turning around to face him. he put a smirk on his face and licked his lips, biting them slowly and you focused on his bottom lip as it bounced a bit back ones he bit it. he turns to his friend and gets ready to say something before you turned around.

‘‘make me’‘ he says getting a laugh from his friend.

but funny thing is that no matter how hard you hated him, you still found him hot as hell. there have been multiple times of where he would say something to you ‘sex’ related and your cheeks were burning. that’s how fuck boys work, but you swore to yourself you would never let him touch you. or did you?

‘‘shut up’‘ you said before the bus finally hit stop and you were in front of school. getting your bag you waited for everyone to get off the bus, and then you stepped out. but before you could even get up a hand grabbed your forearm and dunked you down with them. you landed hard on someone’s chest, the person’s hand flung up to your mouth to prevent you from screaming.

the bus started moving again and no matter how hard you tried getting up it was no use. you couldn’t even turn to see who this person was, as they kept on having a tight grip on you. the bus stopped and the driver got off locking the vehicle. you jumped away from this person and turned around only to be met with him. jeon.

‘‘what the fuck jeon?!’‘ you screamed running up to the front of the bus, pushing the doors but they didn’t work. banging on them and windows was again no use as to no one was around, everyone already sitting in their school’s seats getting ready for their lessons, while you were stuck out here with him.

‘‘baby girl calm down, we’ve got the whole bus to ourselves’‘ he sat down on of the seats and put his legs up on a row in front of him. you stepped back towards him and hit him in his chest.

‘‘are you kidding me? get me out of here now!’‘

‘‘i don’t think so.’‘ he says before grabbing your waist and settling you down on his lap. 99% of the time he would wear black skinny jeans, where his thigh’s would show. those thigh’s that made you wet every single time you would look at him. let’s be real here you wanted to fuck him but at the same time you hated him. he was a douche bag for sleeping with so many girls, where in reality he could just have one and fuck her over and over again as many times as he would want.

‘‘w-what are you..’‘

‘‘shhh just relax baby doll’‘

his mouth went up to your neck and slowly he sucked and tugged on your skin, licking around your sweet spot before moving somewhere else. he glided his tongue across from one of your ear lobes to the other one slowly kissing them. his hands were still on your waist and he dug his fingers in them, but from time to time he would stroke them, revealing your skin.

‘‘j-jeon..’‘ you managed to say but he continued to lick and suck on your skin at the neck. at this point it was already too late and you gave in. so what, you’re just going to be another girl that got fucked by jungkook, what’s the big deal?

‘‘move your neck baby, let me suck on the other side as well’‘ he hummed in your ear before you moved hair, exposing your soft skin. his mouth felt hot and his tongue felt amazing, sending you shivers down your spine you had to grab his arms because it felt so good.

until you heard a knock. it was the bus driver.

‘‘hey! get the hell out of here!’‘ he screamed before you packed all over your things and got out as soon as he unlocked the bus. you two ran and stopped in front of the school. jungkook grabbed your arm and kissed you, surprised you pulled away with a confused look.

‘‘see you around baby’‘ giving you one final smirk he left off to the class.

let’s just say that wasn’t your last time seeing jeon jungkook.

WARNING: LONG POST ABOUT A CARAT’S LOVE FOR SEVENTEEN. IT’S THEIR ANNIVERSARY AND THE FEELS ARE JUST TOO MUCH

I never thought this would happen.

I  never thought I would just  ‘Slip into the Shining life’ 

I never thought I would be a  Carat.

I fist discovered Seventeen with Adore U, their debut. But at that point I had only joined the kpop fandom for a few months and only liked older groups. I thought ‘how can someone Stan young groups?’ And so many of them…. I just learnt the names of Exo and Super Junior, how will I learn them too?!’

Originally posted by indigyu

So I just left it there.

But then…. Mansae came out… And that’s how it all started.

How?

Well I immediately fell in love with Woozi.

Originally posted by hoshijpg

I got interested in him, started reading about him about all his hard work and BAM I found myself accidentally learning all of their names. In fact, Mansae became of e of my FAVORITE songs ever. But I didn’t Stan yet. Yet, I told myself that if I love the next comeback I will Stan.

Originally posted by kimbapandkpop

And so pretty u came out and i thought… oh i dont like this (well not really).

Originally posted by amillionwon

The music video was just absolute nothing and I was so disappointed. But soon, I saw the live showcase and realised…. I love, love, LOVE 'Pretty U’.  It’s such a great song. It’s just that that bad music video engulfed the song, depriving us of its goodness.

Originally posted by charmsome

And thus I became a Carat.

And soon Very Nice came out, 

Originally posted by amillionwon

then Boom Boom and with Boom Boom came one of my FAVORITE albums… Ever.

Originally posted by sneezes

And now Don’t Wanna cry came out, with an album that I will I will love more than the going Seventeen one

Originally posted by wonnhao

(In fact, everyone in 17 is my bias. Woozi is THE bias but the other 12 are biases. yes, it does sound weird.)

Anyway, enough about my journey.

*****************

So what is it about seventeen that makes them so special?

And honestly it’s everything.

The vocals are fantastic, the rap is great, the dances epic and the personalities…. Even more amazing!

These members aren’t content with okay. They aren’t content with just knowing a specific skill. They are always willing to learn, improve, strive forward.

Originally posted by giantgyu

You would think that the hip hop unit would remain simply well… Hip hop. They would rap and dance. However, not this hip hop unit. This hip hop unit also works hard on their singing skills. We heard them all sing, we heard them all improve and even in their latest title track, Vernon and Scoups are singing. They participate in writing lyrics, in telling their own stories and emotions and in this sense they participate in communicate with the fans and generally everyone willing to listen. They are making mixtapes too

Originally posted by yooncheoly

This is the Hip Hop Unit

Originally posted by stanformeanie

(and this is also our hip hop unit)

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You would think the performance unit is called that because all they can do is dance. Nop. This performance unit works on so many other things. All can sing,mother youngest can also rap, while the two Chinese members keep improving their Korean, writing lyrics and even having their own song. You’d think that they are just execute a nice choreo sent to them by someone. Well, the choreography leader works hard to also help create the choreography, creating key points and amazing dances with Input from others.

Originally posted by mehness

Originally posted by performanceunit

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You’d think the vocal unit  would say, ok we debuted. We are also very passable so let’s just stay this way. No man the improvement is tremendous. I’m just two years this vocal unit has done the unimaginable. Yes, Seungkwan and Seokmin were always the strongest members vocally but even then, now they are heavenly. Jeonghan and Joshua who were the least…  Impactful in the unit in terms of vocal strength now have amazing high notes, they try falsettos and all that amazing stuff.

Originally posted by saebum

And woozi is being Woozi. Producing and writing album after album, hit after hit without complain. They sing heartbreaking songs with such strong emotions tart even if u do not share the same experiences you will still fell what they feel. You be a boyfriend? Well their songs will make you want to call your imaginary ex.

Originally posted by hannie-jars

*****

And when you put all those members together you get Seventeen. An absolutely amazing group that creates amazing songs.

Originally posted by jeonheart

Their journey didn’t start easily with them coming from an almost bankrupt company at that point. Their debut just kept being changed and pushed back. And I cannot even imagine how much stress that must have given these young boys.

I do not want to imagine how much they must have suffered thinking that they are not good enough to debut. I do not want to imagine the hell Pledis put them through, the punishments, the diets etc. 

I don’t not want to imagine how difficult it was for them to not only live with such emotions but not have family right next to the, to cry.

But in spite or because of these hardships Seventeen debuted as such humble people,

Originally posted by m-onstax

as such hard working young men and most importantly as a team. They continue to aim making people super happy.  

Originally posted by yellymori

And I hope that they too are super happy.

Originally posted by bokdeongeori

Originally posted by livelovelunch

I hope that they are healthy and that they keep loving what they do.

Originally posted by 17diamondcarats

I hope they can communicate and deal with their issues together.

Originally posted by kristian-do

I hope their tears are now tears of joy

Originally posted by buseunqkwan

Originally posted by tokyeous

Originally posted by mountean

Originally posted by wonyeols

It must be so difficult. They are 13 people who always have to see each other. One gets tired of seeing their family so imagine in this case. But it seems like they all have their feet on the ground and can work together. It seems like their experiences made them into one big family that survives together

Originally posted by 12fools

(although they might be a bit too chaotic… RIP trophy)

And I hope that none of them feel any certain burden by themselves. It’s so painful to know the pressure they are in and all the stress they go through. It’s painful to think about the stress the three unit leaders have to go through. The hip hop leader being the overall leader, Hoshi’s choreography has to be on point and addictive and woozi has to stay put with all the writing and all the producing, feeling as if it is his songs that will make or break not simply his own career, but also the career of 12 other people.

Originally posted by hanwooz

And while they don’t want to share the burden with Carats in order not to hurt us, i feel like it would be easier to share.after all, many  supporting and splitting the burden is easier than for one person to have the whole stress buffet.

Originally posted by ftkook

Originally posted by seugcheol

The members are hopeful there for each other and we, though not directly, are here for them too. Whether it is by attending a concert, buying their albums or simply by listening to their stories and music we hope to show Seventeen that we are here for them, that we love and cherish them.

Originally posted by junhoontrash

Seventeen always talks about how they feel like they have to return the fans 

Originally posted by indigyu

Love and how they feel like they haven’t yet. But I feel like it’s the opposite. I feel like we Carats want to return the love they give us instead. After all, they work so hard for Carats, making amazing pieces of art. They keep talking about just how much carats mean to them but they have no idea just how much they mean to us.

Originally posted by kittykatkwon

Originally posted by junhuipie

I laugh with Seventeen, I cry with Seventeen, I worry with Seventeen.

Originally posted by ultranicolet

Seventeen has truly impacted my life.

These 13 amazing, beautiful, talented guys have proven themselves in unimaginable ways.

I hope that they realise just how much they mean to us. Just how happy they make us daily be it through their music, Instagram post or just knowing that Seventeen exists, even though we probably don’t deserve a group as humble and as fantastic as them.

Originally posted by unrreality

They don’t deserve the world.

No they deserve so much more. Not even saying ’ they deserve the universe’ see,s to be enough.

So Seventeen happy anniversary. Keep growing, be healthy, both physically and mentally. Keep improving, keep doing what makes you happy.

Originally posted by yoikyuu

And just know that we Carats are right here. We might not be able to always wipe your tears but we will try our hardest to always do so.

We might not be able to physically help you stand, to lend you a hand but we will always try to do so in other ways.

We might not be able to always help relieve your stress, your pain, your fears but we will always try our hardest to show our presence and to show you that you do not have to be perfect for us. That we love you just like that. To us you are already perfect.

Originally posted by jeonghan-1004svt

Once again, happy anniversary Seventeen.

I never thought this would happen.

I  never thought I would just  Slip into the Shinning life.

I never thought I would be a  carat.

But I will be forever grateful that I did.

Originally posted by titaniagigante

Thank you for reading.

P.S. none of the gifs are mine! Credit to the original owners!

Also let’s give Seventeen a win(if not more) with this amazing comeback!

anonymous asked:

Can you do a solangelo where will spends the night in the hades cabin and then they're really embarrassed

Will hadn’t meant to fall asleep. 

He’d just been very tired last night. He’s been working nonstop at the infirmary, his infirmary, and there had been a lot of kids that needed patching up after the round of capture the flag with the Roman kids. Will should know better, and it’s not like he doesn’t trust his siblings, it’s just. A complex, maybe. Anyway, all he remembers from yesterday is that he’d stumbled into the medicine cabinet one too many times, and Kayla had finally had enough, shoving him out the door and into Nico’s waiting arms, telling him to “get some rest before you come back, or so help me.”

And now he’s… here.

Here is inside the Hades cabin, lying in Nico’s bed, an arm trapping him under the covers and something warm pressed against his side. Will blinks again, just to make sure he isn’t still dreaming.

The body beside him shifts, and Will turns his head to find himself face-to-face with Nico’s throat. He freezes. Nico swallows, and Will watches his Adam’s apple bob slightly with the movement. 

“Uh,” he says. “Nico?”

Nico stirs. The arm thrown over Will’s chest moves, and then groggy brown eyes are staring down at him. “Oh,” Nico says, yawning. “Good morning.”

“Good, uh, good morning to you, too.” Will pushes himself up slowly. He does feel better rested than he has in days, but he can feel heat quickly rising in his cheeks. “Um. This is—I mean, thanks for, uh, taking care of me last night?”

“It’s fine,” Nico says. He seems to be waking up more rapidly now, shifting backwards to put some space between them. “I thought here might be quieter than your cabin, and then I couldn’t wake you up, so…” He shrugs, eyes anywhere but Will’s face. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah.” 

They both stare at separate walls, pretending the blush on their cheeks doesn’t exist. Will can imagine what his siblings will say and the raised eyebrows their friends will give them, but he can still feel the warmth of Nico against him. He risks a glance back and finds the other boy already watching him.

Face still flushed pink, Will chances a smile. “Want to get breakfast with me?”

Nico looks away, but there’s a small smile playing on his lips, too. “Okay.”

Glannithro/Sportarobbie playlists I made

Okay so apparently, 8tracks won’t let you listen to music anymore without PAYING for it, …so I’ve made some playlists on youtube that I’ve decided to share in case any of your wanted to listen to them or something. Each playlist is a little under 40 minutes long with both consisting of 11 songs,  and I tried to order the songs in both of them in a way that it seemed like they were telling a story (not sure how well I managed that tho) 

The Glannithro playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2h7sbSRZnrT00zfMBWqBGEXhs3fRqkMm 

Songs

1. “Nothing to you” -Two Gallants

2. “Nemeses” -Jonathan Coulton 

3. “Misery” -Maroon 5

4. “Spring again” -River Jetty 

5. “Introduce facts for the sake of fiction” -PlayRadioPlay! 

6. “Romance is boring” -Los Campesinos! 

7. “All your reasons” -Matchbox Twenty 

8. “Whenever we finish” -Two Hours Traffic 

9. “Love you for a day (hate you for a week)” -the Pigeon Detectives 

10. “Broken cash machine” -Modern Baseball 

11. “Change your mind” -We are Telephone 

The Sportarobbie playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL2h7sbSRZnrRiDmy7D_xqluRDni9vOvG2

Songs

1. “Haven’t had enough” -Marianas Trench 

2. “Snow White” -Jaymay 

3. “Sleepwalker” -the Wallflowers 

4. “Overjoyed” -Matchbox Twenty 

5. “Tightrope” -Peridot 

6. “Accidentally in love” -Counting Crows 

7. “Shot out of a canon” -Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness 

8. “Dissolve” -Jonathan Coulton 

9. “Where did the love go?” -the Seihos 

10. “Excuse me” -Salvador Sobral 

11. “Clarity” -Leftover Cuties 

Of Flower Crowns (Elriel Fluff)

This one was inspired by this gorgeous pic. I blame it fully for this drabble and its tooth-rotting fluff. 

The garden had been a sanctuary for Azriel and Elain since the very start of their relationship, back when they had been nothing more than tentative friends thrown together in a time of need. But even then, Azriel had always enjoyed being able to sit on one of the many benches, wings out as he quietly watched Elain tend to the blooming flowers. It was a still, soothing peace – one that he had often yearned for in his long existence, but rarely attained. His friends were a rowdy bunch after all, and the world was forever a dangerous place; far too dangerous to allow him any measure of rest.

But Elain, lovely Elain… she could calm Azriel down like no other and yet could also set him all ablaze with a single touch. (She was shy and sweet, no doubt, but underneath all of that careful poise, underneath all of the ingrained manners and etiquette, was a fiercely passionate heart. She was truly a wondrous thing to behold, in every aspect of life.)

As their relationship progressed from friendship into something else entirely, they spent more and more of their time in the garden of the house she kept with her sisters. Azriel treasured the moments they had together amidst the carefully manicured plants… Like when he would be lounging on his usual bench, eyes closed against the bright sun, until Elain would suddenly be at his side, a small smile tugging at berry-colored lips. She’d settle softly next to him without out a word, her body half on top of his so they could both fit on the bench’s narrow iron frame.

There was just nothing quite like the sheer warmth of those moments. He hoped the memories of them would forever stay clear in his mind, that even decades, centuries from now, he would remember the feeling of Elain Archeron lying atop his chest, her head tucked into the crook of his neck as he ran his fingers through soft, soft hair.

The first time she’d done it, laid with him like that, she’d been so hesitant, afraid of making the wrong move, of scaring him off… afraid of asking for what she truly wanted after she’d had her heart so brutally broken. But when Azriel had opened his eyes to find her standing nervously in front of his bench, her hand half raised towards him, he had only reached out and tugged her onto him. He could bear her weight easily, and would gladly do so for as long as she wished. Elain, for her part, had worn a soft smile as she slowly relaxed into his body, her cheeks flushed with color. There was no embarrassment in her countenance, however, not with Azriel.

So, yes, their time in the garden was precious. It was a place so wholly peaceful that even Azriel, who lived the majority of his life wreathed in shadows, who greeted pain as an old friend, could not help but bask in it. It was also the only place that seemed to ease the visions that so often plagued Elain. Though it did not happen nearly as often as it once had, there were still days where her mind was so full of the threads of their futures that she could barely think. Days where Azriel could do nothing more than be there and listen to the soft murmurings of futures he could barely decipher, watching over the world around them as Elain’s eyes remained clouded and sightless.

There was nothing else he could do… but bring her into their favorite sanctuary. The peace of the garden helped to rein in her visions, the quiet buzz of life around them giving her strength. It was the familiarity, Azriel thought, that helped her most; the one tie apart from her sisters that she continued to have to her former mortal life.

Today was another bad day. Azriel had awoken to Elain’s feverish mutterings, had tried to calm her in his usual way (soft hands stroking down her sides, kisses pressed to her shoulders as he tried to bring her back into the present). When that didn’t work, he immediately wrapped a shawl around Elain’s shoulders (modest even in immortality, Azriel knew she be humiliated if she woke to find herself in nothing but her thin night gown) and spared a brief moment to pull on some pants, forgoing a shirt in his urgency. He lifted Elain gently, holding her tight to his bare chest as he walked them down into the ever-peaceful garden.

Instead of heading to their bench, however, he sat amidst the grass, Elain laying against him in the v of his legs. He knew that she would come back faster down here, amidst the product of all her hard work, the flowers rustling in a gentle breeze. So Azriel sat, keeping his arms around the seer as a reminder that he was there, but loose enough that she didn’t feel locked in. (It was hard for her, when her body was here with him, but her mind elsewhere. She was often panicked when she came back.) 

Azriel sat and he did what he did best. He listened. His wings were a shelter around them, the riddles of Elain’s visions contained within as she muttered them to him. Azriel memorized them all, catalogued them for later. He was the spymaster after all, even on days like these.

Slowly, slowly he felt Elain return from wherever she’d been. He only relaxed fully when she crawled away from him though, her hands going into the flowers all around them. Her mind was still half in the future, eyes slightly glazed, but she kept her hands busy, using the task in front of her to regain control. Azriel watched as she methodically picked flowers, weaving them together with a kind of artistry that all of the Archeron sisters, even Nesta, seemed to possess.

He stayed carefully silent as he leaned back onto his elbows, his attention never wavering from Elain. She looked so heart-achingly beautiful in the dawn light, soft and gentle but with that innate strength of hers shining through as she slowly mastered her powers.

And then she finally, finally blinked. Her eyes were clear as they gazed at him. Blessedly lucid.

“There she is,” he said softly, proudly.

Elain immediately smiled, even through her exhaustion and pain. She crawled back into his embrace, wrapped loose arms around his shoulders as she ducked her forehead against his. Her eyes closed. “Hello,” she said, her voice filled with relief. 

Azriel’s hand went under her hair to rest on the back of her neck. “Hello,” he responded in kind.

(There would be time to question her about the visions later. She deserved a little bit of peace first. She always did. Azriel would have given everything he had, if only he could continue to give Elain Archeron the peace she deserved.)

She shifted back a bit from him, her arms falling into her lap as she looked at the flowery creation she held in one hand. Her fingers trailed over the red and pink petals. 

“What’s that?” he asked.

A mischievous glint lit in Elain’s tired eyes. “It’s for you.” She crooked a finger at him, gesturing for him to duck forward.

He did so. And then Elain reached up placed the flowers atop his head, hands almost benevolent as she settled them in his hair. Azriel blinked in surprise. A crown. She’d made him a crown. He felt something like heat fly to his cheeks.

“I’m not entirely sure a spy like me is fit to wear a crown,” Azriel finally managed to reply, sardonic.

Elain watched him for a moment, her fingers tracing over the whorls of the Illyrian tattoos that covered his shoulders. (Their design was unlike those of his brothers – these swirls looked like smoke and mist and shadow.) Finally, she looked up to meet his burning gaze. “You’re much more than just a spy, Azriel,” she said in a soft voice that left no room for argument. “And you deserve more than just a crown.”

He had to swallow past the emotion in his throat when she took one of his hands in hers, kissing the inside of his scarred palm without fear or revulsion.

“Regardless, I think something’s missing here,” Azriel told her after a pause, reaching out to pick a pretty white flower with his free hand. He put it gently behind her ear, tucking her hair around it. “There. Now we match.”

Elain responded with rosy cheeks and a smile… and then by throwing her arms around him again, pressing kisses to his jaw. She was always so beautifully tactile with him, especially after a vision. He buried his head in her neck for a long moment, wanting to just breathe her in. Her arms tightened around him at that, fingers running through the hair at the nape of his neck. Azriel held on long enough to be surrounded by nothing but Elain, by her comforting scent.

When he reluctantly loosened his hold, she didn’t go far, only placing her forehead against his. This time she kept her eyes open though, and he would had to be blind not to see the love and adoration and want shining there.

“Hello,” he said again, his mouth mere inches from hers, his voice rough.

“Hello,” she replied, breathless.

Azriel’s eyes flicked down to her lips for the briefest moment. “I’m going to have to kiss you now.” 

Elain smiled, a thing so bright it was almost painful. “If you insist.”

And he did. After all, how could he not? It was Elain.

Forget Me Not

A/N: @maruthor, here is the Jaybird angst I said I would write ^.^ Also: special thanks to @nightwingdiva who helps me make my angst as painful as possible. She is kind enough to read all of my angst before it gets posted and helps me add all the special little twists and details.

Y/N fought back tears as she ran through the cave. She had gotten a call from Tim twenty minutes earlier. Jason had been injured evacuating a building filled with victims of human trafficking.

It was a case he had been following for months and had brought the rest of his family in to help with. He had been so caught up with tracking down leads that he had barely been around lately. Not that Y/N complained about it, but there is only so much someone can take.

One missed date night turns into two and suddenly she hasn’t seen her boyfriend in a month. Y/N remembered gathering courage to talk to him last week. She had just wanted to get lunch with him. Was that too much to ask? Just sit and eat with me, Jay. Help me remember that I have a boyfriend and that it isn’t just a title I wear.

He didn’t like that though. When Jason is focused on something, that is his world. Everything else fades as he dedicates all of his time and energy to reaching some far off goal he set for himself. Usually, Y/N is able to drag him out of it for small portions of time without it affecting him overly, but this time, the case was personal. The targets of the human trafficking ring were all street kids, like he had been. Many of them Jason knew and tried to take care of when he had the time.

When Y/N had walked into the makeshift headquarters Jason had set up, his brothers had taken one look at her before stepping out. They knew Jason was pushing himself too hard and they hoped Y/N might help a bit, but Jason had tried to dismiss her as soon as he laid eyes on her. He couldn’t afford any distractions when these kids were in danger.

“Jason, you need to eat. I brought you your favorite.” She had begged quietly as she held up a bag of fast food. “And when was the last time you slept? You look exhausted.”

“That’s because I am tired.” Jason said absentmindedly as he continued typing on the computer, not look up at her once. “Just leave the food on the table and I’ll eat it eventually.”

“Actually, I was hoping you would eat with me.” Y/N said quietly as she put a hand on his shoulder.

Jason flinched as he shook her hand off. “I would, but what I am doing right now is far too important to pause for a lunch date.”

Y/N tried not to get too hurt at his words. “I know, it is just that we haven’t had a date in two months and I wanted to see you.”

Jason closed his eyes and sighed. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. There are lives at stake here.”

“That might not be the only thing at stake.” Y/N muttered under her breath.

Jason finally looked at her, his teal eyes narrowed in irritation. “Look, you knew what you were getting into when you decided to stay with me despite me being the Red Hood. If you can’t handle the pressure of dating a vigilante, then pack your shit and get out of my apartment. Now, I need to get back to work if you are done distracting me.”

Y/N bit her lip as she shook off the painful memory of his words and approached the table he was now lying on. “How is he?” She asked Dick, completely breathless from running.

“We aren’t sure yet.” Dick said, his normally bright eyes dull with worry. “He got hit pretty hard by a falling beam. We weren’t expecting the building to blow, but we got everyone out. Jason was the last one in the building, making sure every last person got out.”

Y/N felt her heart break. Of course Jason would get hurt making sure no victims had been left behind. Dick wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into a comforting hug. “He’s been through worse, he’ll make it through this, too.” He said as he played with her hair. Y/N nodded and pulled away. She would love to let Dick comfort her, he was a fantastic friend and the best at soothing emotional hurt, but right now all she wanted was to be with Jason.

She sat down in the chair beside his bed and took his hand. It was odd seeing him so still and lifeless. All his wounds had been treated and his dark hair was mostly hidden with gauze. She laid a kiss on his knuckles as she studied his emotionless face. He looked like a wax doll of himself laying on the bed.

“Do you know when he will wake up?” Y/N asked.

Dick cleared his throat and took in a shaky breath. “He may not.” He whispered hoarsely as he walked away.

Y/N got up and leaned over the bed. “Jason, I need you to come back to me. You did it once before and I have no doubt you will do it again. You are the strongest person I have ever met and I love you for it.” She said as she laid a kiss on his forehead.

She pulled back, hoping to see his beautiful eyes, open and alert, but they remained closed.

She settled in the chair once again and sighed. She was determined to stay until he woke up.

Funnily enough, it turned out he would wake her up.

“Who the ever loving fuck are you?” Y/N jolted awake at the words. She looked up to see him scowling at her.

“Jason, I’m your girlfriend. We have been dating for two years.” Y/N said, thinking that would help to clear up some of his apparent confusion.

“Think I’d remember if I was in a long term relationship.” Jason scoffed. “Now, if you don’t mind” get the hell out of this room.”

Dick chose that moment to walk in. “Good, he’s awake.”

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but Jason spoke first. “Could you get this crazy bitch out of this room? She is claiming to be my girlfriend and it is pissing me the fuck off.”

Y/N didn’t wait for Dick’s response as she walked out the door. For months now, it had seemed like she was slowly fading out of Jason’s life. What a cruel twist of fate that he would actually forget about their entire relationship. She just wished she had the luxury of forgetting their relationship as well so that she wouldn’t have to deal with the heartbreak.


Prompt: Not sure if your requests are open but I’m a big fan and I was wondering if you could do a Jason Todd x reader where Jason gets hurt on a mission and gets amnesia and forgets the reader by anon

Emotional mess.

Based off of #80 prompt found here

“Why did I marry you?” - “It took a lot of convincing.”

Shawn Master List found HERE



The last week you have been what Shawn would say, ’an emotional fucking mess.’

You have not wanted to be touched, your body being sensitive to Shawn’s fingertips, everything about him has just put you off, caused you to want to curl up in the blankets and whimper noiselessly to yourself. There has been nothing he has done this week that has not set you off into an emotional state of abrupt tears or a rage of angry emotions that neither of you knew you were capable of harbouring.

He has taken it half-heartedly, not really taken anything you say to heart, after all, he knows that it is probably just a stressful time for you. You got a new job that has been working you half to death, he announced a new tour and is set to leave in a month, and to top it off, your emotions have caused you to argue him more times this week than in the last six months.

You hear the front door open and close, the sound of plastic bags rustling as you peek over the edge of the couch. You force your exhausted body off the couch, shuffling towards the kitchen where Shawn has just put the Groceries up on the counter top.

He flashes you his typical smile, his hands already digging into the plastic bags full of groceries, “Hey, I just got off the phone with my sister, she wants to spend the night tomorrow.” He announces, earning himself a smile in return.

You absolutely love when his sister spends the night, you get to do all the girly things you usually do on your own, like painting nails, watching chick-flicks, and gossiping about the latest episode of the Netflix series you and Alliyah follow.                                                              

“Sounds great, did you get dinner? I am starving.” You question, your own hands beginning to dig into the bags to help him with putting away groceries.              

“Uh, you said you weren’t hungry so I assumed that was you telling me not to bother with dinner.” He glances at you with a bit of a grim expression, biting his lip as if he is treading on egg shells.

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Uninspired

Jughead x Reader

Jughead finds himself having no motivation to write and has trouble finding inspiration even when he changes up his surroundings. Until… 

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,830

A/N: Funny thing is I came across this song by searching “Uninspired” on youtube, because that’s what I am now. Wooooo. That ‘woo’ was sarcasm btw. This song inspired something, but I’m tired of writing things that don’t mean anything. So here’s this. Don’t ask me if it means anything to me cause tbh idk.

The Song

Masterlist


Label you then leave you,

No they won’t stay for the fight,

It’s the closest thing to empty,

And the furthest from the light.

Jughead walks towards the ticket station in the darkness of the night. He buys a one way ticket to Toledo, hoping to never look back.

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nonpersone  asked:

hey are u still taking request for the prompts? could u please do an enjoltaire with “Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them.”? u write fantastically btw!!

Thank you!

“It’s been two days and I already feel exhausted and stayed back far later than I’m supposed to. I’ve got two massive deadlines due at the same time because Julien decided to up and quit on Monday with absolutely no notice-”

“Fucking Julien.”

“I know. So instead of just my work-”

“Which is a large amount of work as it is-”

“Thank you, yes it is- on top of my work I have to cover his workload too until they hire somebody else- which they haven’t even started the process of doing yet, and I’ll probably have to work through the weekend.”

Grantaire chuckled, his hands elbow deep in soapy water as he passed another dish to Enjolras to dry. “Yeah but when do you not do that?”

“I’m not talking about an email here or there or taking a few phone calls I mean I’m actually going to have to spend my entire weekend locked up in the bedroom writing.” Enjolras sighed as he put stacked the dry dishes away. “My mothers going to be so passive aggressively mad, She wanted me to come over for Sunday brunch as well. I’ll just have to tell her next weekend instead. That conversation is going to be fun.”

Grantaire merely nodded, his shoulders going slightly tense as he pressed his mouth into a thin line. He seemed to be thinking heavily before he spoke next. 

“So am I invited to brunch?” He said tersely.

“Please don’t start.” Enjolras pleaded with a sigh. “I don’t want to fight, this day has already been the worst.”

“Fine.” Grantaire said, his tone clearly implying that things were not fine, as he threw the remainder of the dishes back into the sink with a heavy clash and began to stomp towards the bedroom.

“Grantaire, please-”

“10 months, Enjolras! It’s been 10 months and I still haven’t even met your parents! People have grown and had babies in the span of our relationship and I still haven’t met your parents- who live 5 fucking streets away!”

“It’s more complicated than that!”

“Well then what is it? Are you ashamed of me?”

“What?! Of course not, how could you even think that?”

“Because not only will you not let me meet your parents, but it turns out you haven’t even told them about me!”

Enjolras suddenly became very quiet. His face grew clouded and sheepish and when he next spoke his tone was embarrassed. “How do you know about that?” He asked quietly.

“I wasn’t snooping.” Grantaire said crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. He’d dropped his volume, but the bitterness in his tone remained. “Last week you left yourself logged into your email on my laptop and a notification came up from your mother- asking if she could set you up with somebody because she was sick of her beautiful son wasting his youth on being single.”

Enjolras looked down to the floor. “I want to explain.”

“Please do.”

Enjolras gestured towards the couch, and Grantaire reluctantly followed him, his arms still firmly crossed as he took a seat.

“Look,” Enjolras paused, choosing his words carefully. “The person my mother wanted to set me up with is a woman.”

“What?” Grantaire asked, his surprise bypassing his anger as he uncrossed his arms. “Wait, are you not-”

“No, I am.” He shook his head with a short, sharp laugh. “In fact, I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve come out to my parents. It’s just- it’s like they go temporarily deaf whenever I bring it up. They talk about the weather or their friends and completely brush past it. When I remind them, they pretend not to hear. And it’s been fine- well not fine, it’s been hard, and hurtful and frustrating but I’ve learned to accept it and live with it.”

Enjolras took a deep breath before continuing, “They’ve always had plausible deniability. They can live in their little world of denial and still think of me as their perfect son, but if-when I bring someone- you, when I bring you to meet them, they can’t deny it anymore. And- and I don’t think it’s going to go well.”

“Enjolras-”

“Look, I love you okay? You know that. I’m not ashamed of who I am either and I’m not ashamed of you. But as much as they hurt me, I still love my parents, and I don’t think I’m strong enough or ready to completely cut them out of my life just yet. And I know that the moment they can’t deny who I am anymore, that’s exactly what I’m going to have to do.”

Grantaire was quiet and looking at Enjolras intensely. He finally moved his hand over to Enjolras’ and clasped it tightly. “Okay.” He said.

“Okay?” Enjolras asked, strained.

“Yeah. I understand. Take all the time you need. When you’re ready, I’ll be here.”

“Thank you.” Enjolras said with relief.

“You really should have told me though. It would have avoided a lot of arguments.”

“I know,” Enjolras said with a sigh, “It’s just embarrassing though.I can stand up to strangers but not my own parents? People would say I’m a coward-”

“Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them. You’re not a coward, and the worlds not that black and white. Most importantly- you’re human, Enj. You’re allowed to be complicated. Don’t hold yourself to such a high standard.”

“Thank you.” Enjolras said sincerely, pulling him into a tight embrace.

“Question. When you are ready and I do meet them, am I allowed to wear my ‘Fuck you, you Fucking Fuck’ t-shirt?”

Enjolras laughed and wiped away a small tear. “Only if you wear a nice jacket, too.”

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Here is Part Two in “This Love”

Pairing: Jensen x Reader
Words:  1286

-Jensen and the reader talk about what happened-

Warning: angst. talk of miscarriage.

A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.


         It had been a week since Jensen left the house and went to stay with Jared and Genevieve. Genevieve had stayed the first two nights, only going home during the day, but you insisted that she go home to be with her husband and her boys where she needed to be. While your husband was at her house as well.

           Your heart felt like it wasn’t even in your chest anymore. Like all the little broken pieces were being swept away every time you thought about Jensen not being there. Which was every second of the long week.

           Filming had been hard, but you were an actress. You could pretend for everyone else that you and Jensen were still together. You could pretend that nothing was wrong. You could last until you got home to break down and cry yourself to sleep night after night.

           The hardest part was going to bed alone. There was too much room. Jensen’s side of the bed being empty was the hardest pill for you to swallow. You missed him. You missed his warmth. You didn’t know if you would ever have him with you again.

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After the Doctor loses all his friends, Shippy finds him out in the rain and proceeds to tell bad jokes to try to make the Doctor feel better. It’s what Rose would want him to do. If he cannot succeed in making the Doctor feel better then Shippy will just have to put him out of his misery. 

#shippythinksDocisstupidforleavingRoseonthatbeach #stupidtimebitch

Blind Date Masterlist

Alright folks, here we go!!! Thank you everyone for taking part in this! I´m very excited that so many people want to be a part of this and meet new people! Now, I´ve tried matching everyone up to their wishes, but if I got something wrong please don´t come banging down my door. There´s A LOT of people and while I put everyone down on a list I might have mixed something up, BUT  you can still have a nice thread, I mean…when does the person you talk to online actually turns out to look like the picture they sent? ( When it comes to dates anyways ) and besides: I´ve found that those threads usually turn out to be the best and even if they don´t end up dating you might find a friend for life ( and so will your character ) or it´ll be a story to tell that goes down as the worst date in history! ;)

Anyways, you´re welcome to slide into your partners IMs and set up a thread or maybe you´ll decide to simply put out a starter for them and see where it heads.

If you guys want you can tag your threads with #blind date shuffle so other people, who want to, can check and see how everything is going and maybe even find MORE people to write with or bond over horrible dates!

If, for whatever reason, you´re not on this list but have reblogged the post,  ( unless it was reblogged after I made the post about it closing ) please feel free to come into my IMs and let me know and I`ll find you a partner! ( I put people´s urls on the list so if somebody changed their url in the meantime etc  you´re welcome to let me know as well and I´ll see what I can do! )

Other than that: HAVE FUN!!! <3

PS: Tumblr won´t let me tag all of you so just check this post for you name! But I made sure at least ONE of you is tagged, so you should be able to find each other!!

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Hey guys! 


Yes, it has been a while. I wanted to redesign my tumblr page and I put it off for a while. Buuut now that I finally did it I can upload my art on here again. xD I haven’t uploaded anything in a while so…here are my latest pieces. Will upload more frequently from now on, promise. xD 


Still have to update my nsfw blog, will do that soonish.

hottokatratzi  asked:

In Rothenberg's interview on IGN this morning, he comments on Bel and Gina's relationship being a mistake they made in the story, and also how he is excited to bring Bel and Clarke together again after years of independent growth. Do these comments ease your fears of another Gina-situation? I feel like they will have a hard time pulling something like that off a second time.

I actually never had a problem with Gina and Bellamy. I am not afraid of Clarke and Bellamy having relationships while they are not together and I never have been. If Bellamy has relationships on the ring, it makes sense to me. 

I don’t see it as being permanent, or lasting. Just because I really do believe that the story they are telling is endgame Bellarke. And that hasn’t changed. They’re just starting it over again with the separation and reunion. Look. I LOVE Persuasion. Is it the story I wanted here? No. But it’s not my story.

This is interesting though

To me, that’ll be part of the fun of it, putting Clarke and Bellamy back together when Bellamy has been a leader in his own right, if that’s his story, for six years on the Ark. Likewise, Octavia and Bellamy coming back together when she’s been forced to lead in a way that may or may not be something he approves of by the time they come back together. I think it’ll be fascinating and that’s the challenge for us, creatively, to have them feel like the same people, understand how they got that way, perhaps by including some flashback storytelling into the six year time gap, and keeping it fresh moving forward. [x]

You see this? He is “putting Clarke and Bellamy back together” only this time, he’s the authority and she’s the lone wolf rebel. Interesting. And how will Octavia rule underground? 

I do think that this will only be the set up. He’s not going to give away his story too soon, so we’re going to see some political struggles, alliances change, and getting to know each other again as adults who have had very different lives these past 6 years. “if that’s his story.”  

(side note. How the hell does eric goldman review a show that is about the relationship between Clarke and Bellamy (so says JR himself) and never once talk about the relationship between Clarke and Bellamy? Hmm. Do you think a professional media journalist might have MISSED a few important points of the show these last few years? Did it go over his head? Was he, perhaps, hmm biased? ohh well saying that felt good. who’s delusional?)

Gonna be emotional for a second and then we’ll pretend this didn’t happen, but I really love you guys. I can’t believe that I’m lucky enough to meet all the lovely and wonderful friends that I’m meeting here. Some of my mutuals have blogs that I’ve been following and loving and admiring for years, and some of them I’ve only started to know later on but there’s one thing that goes for all of them, and it’s that I love you with all my Hort and I wish you nothing but happiness and love and success and whatever you want and need in life because you deserve it. Now where’s my beer and can someone put fight club on? I feel all mushy ajsajsjak

anonymous asked:

Would you be okay sharing how you make money from your art now, and how you got there? You seem so happy in that post you made a while back, and in your tags sometimes!

hiya nonny <3

sorry for the late reply, i knew i wanted to take some time to answer this properly and i had to wait until now ;;;;;;;;;;

i hope you’re still around to read it ;;;;;

i’m gonna put this under a read more because i ended up rambling and wrote an entire essay (and it’s probably way too honest but that’s the only way i know how to talk to people and maybe someone can get something out of this lolol)

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Listen, if they do another potc movie (very likely bc of that after credits scene) I want it to be centered around the Turners. Hear me out:

I want Will to set off to put down Davy once and for all, probably searching out Jack first (*eunuch joke here*), and Jack doing his whole “why should I?” coy routine which ends up with him agreeing (bc lets face it, he’s practically watched this guy grown into a man and you can’t tell me he doesn’t care about him one some level AND the fact that Davy Jones is gonna be ten times worse than Salazar ever hoped he could be and if he’s coming for Will on the mere account that he was the one who ‘stabbed’ the heart, while dying I may add, what would he do to Jack, who was the one who actually DID the stabbing??) and the original crew going “It’s Will!!1!” while Jack just roles his eyes in the background and gripes to the monkey.

Now lets talk about Henry, because lord knows that boy is obsessed with lore and legend and you can be sure he’s gonna find out where Will’s going somehow, and he’s gonna know exactly who Davy Jones is and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go along. “I lost my father once and….” etc, etc. He’ll probably think he’s being helpful the sweet summer child. I mean, he could be, but I’m not too sure Will is gonna agree.

Then things get messy, because we ALL know that where Davy Jones is, Calypso isn’t far behind. I mean, she’s probably even the reason he’s back in the first place. ‘Love can’t be separated’ and all that. And if they’re gonna stretch out this franchise even more I expect a Calypso and Davy team up even more epic than last time tbh.

Let’s talk about Pirates, because we know they’re not the sharpest tools in the shed. Somewhere along the lines, they’re gonna run into something they can’t figure out, or get into a battle they can’t finish.

This is where I want Elizabeth to come in. Because Elizabeth is still the Pirate King. And I’m sure the minute she finds out Henry is gone as well, she’s gonna go find her family and she’ll be damned too if Will finishes this without her. She’s lived two decades without him, I don’t think she’d pass up the slightest opportunity to join him when this is something they started together. 

I want to see Henry’s face as she comes sailing to their rescue and hear him go “Mother?” in an incredulous tone with Will grinning, in the background as she jumps straight into the fray and puts them all to shame. And Jack looking extremely overwhelmed with all these Turners running around lol.

I want to see an ending that resolves every last open story line, and brings back the nostalgia of the original films. I just really want a film about the Turners

OH SHIT LADS ITS @dingodad‘s BIRTHDAY!!!!! AND HERE IS HIS BOY!!! ABISSI!!! love me some bullshitted symbolism. and i hope u do too jake. cause i dont know what i was doing here but i tried. i love u ya fantroll loving pissboy <3

(the flowers are dogwood and anemone and i was gonna put grapes in there but decided against it. also i’m pretty sure that’s not the right sizes of the flowers but fuck you real life i do what i want)