can you say cliche

you: dazai completely changed his life around when he joined the ada and is now a good human being. 

me, an intellectual: a key tenant of dazai’s character is his amorality (his indifference to what is right and what is wrong). the only reason he seems like a good person is because he decided to work for a good cause, that does not mean dazai is now a good person. he has still shown the ability (and willingness) to be callously manipulative, rely on immoral tactics to get results, and be complicit in murder. He also continues to lack remorse for the lives he took while in the mafia.

Hoagie: we can highschool au anything we want. WE’RE LIMITLESS
Hoagie: shakarian highschool au.
Calico: I GOT THIS
Calico: shepard was that one girl who did like 3 sports
Calico: volleyball, lacrosse, and cross country. willpower of a god
Hoagie: SHE WAS A STUDENT ATHLETE HRBDHSBF…
Calico: shepard: on 💦💦 that 👏🏻👏🏻 GRIND 😩😩 YOU DONT STOP WHEN YOU’RE DONE 👊👊 YOU STOP WHEN YOU CANT MOVE ANYMORE 🙌🙌
Hoagie: garrus always drives her home from practice bc he doesnt trust her behind the wheel
Calico: she’s also that horrible friend that does everything possible to annoy him when it comes to technology
Calico: shepard: *opens new tab*
shep: *types “www.google.com” into google bar*
garrus: for the love of fuck
shepard: *googles “youtube.com”*
garrus: STOP IT I KNOW YOU’RE FUCKING WITH ME
shepard: *highlights youtube.com and pastes it into the address bar*
garrus: i hate you so fucking much

It started with 1190 kilometers
You told me ‘big city girls always hurt the small town boys’
But why is it then, it was you who hurt me?
I still miss your Nawabi Hindi and wonder if you ever think of me. 

It jumped to 14,233 kilometers
Our cities were both beach cities, but neither of us had any sunshine in our life
I thought that issue was fixed when we met but you disappeared after a mysterious text. 
I’m still waiting to eat the best chocolate you can find.

It reduced to 6849 kilometers 
But this time it was more than teen love
It was a lifeboat, a forehead kiss, a hand to get back up. 
No, it was all lies but it helped me anyway. 
You’re someone I will never know the truth of but I thank you either way. 

We are now 13,545 kilometers away
And this might just crash and burn 
But can I just say something very cliche?
I like you and I think we’re worth a shot. 



News for assholes who send anon hate mail to anyone telling them their character is unoriginal and or cookie-cutter:

No fucking shit.

You think there is ANY character out there whose concept hasn’t already been done?? REALLY?? Let me just go ahead and burst that bubble, we’re all some trope or another. But that isn’t the fucking point of RP to have an ORIGINAL CHARACTER DO NOT STEAL, it’s to have fucking fun.

Dancer cats? Dime a dozon. MILFs? Becoming common. Somewhat-insane black mages? Have like 2 friends just like that. Goodie-good sweet healer girls? Honestly they make the world go round. Snooty Elezen? Pretty sure that’s in their blood.

NO ONE IS GOING TO BE 100% ORIGINAL. AND THAT’S OK.

Portia has fucking magical tattoos that glow when she uses magic. CAN YOU SAY CLICHE?

CAN YOU ALSO SAY I DON’T GIVE A SHIT?

SO DON’T FUCKING SEND SHITTY ANON ON LITERALLY THE MOST UNORIGINAL COMPLAINT.

NO ONE GIVES A SHIT THAT THERE ARE A MILLION OTHER PEOPLE OUT THERE WITH PROBABLY THE SAME CONCEPT. EACH OF US HAVE DIFFERENT STORIES, AND SO LONG AS WE’RE HAVING FUN, IT DOESN’T MATTER. NO ONE CARES WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT.

i want Love but i dont. you know?

Werewolf or Not- Derek Hale Imagine ( Based in Season 4 whereby Derek is losing his werewolf powers )

“ I don’t know what is happening Y/N, I lost my eyes, my sense of smell, my ability to heal…” Derek trails off. He sounds so lost and broken it breaks your heart. You knew that being a werewolf was a big part of your best friend’s life, without it, he would feel hopeless as he can’t protect his friends as well as he used too. “Well, we know one thing Der, whatever Kate did to you, it’s still happening. So maybe once Scott manages to catch her, we can ask her what she did to you and how we can help you get your powers back?” you suggest to make him feel better. He shrugs as he sits down on the couch next to you, tired of pacing around. You lean your head on his shoulder and he wraps his arm around you.  You attempt to calm your heartbeat, breathing in and out slowly, Derek seems oblivious. What can you say, as cliche as it is, you’re in love with your best friend. Werewolf powers or not, he has been there for you through everything and likewise. You would do anything for him. You just wished he loved you like you love him.

“ What’s on your mind Y/N?” Derek asks. “ I asked if you wanted to get ready for Lydia’s party tonight and you completely zoned out on me.”  You shake your head to clear your thoughts. “ I was just thinking about whether you really wanna go to this party? i mean, we have a lot on our minds now with the dead pool, Kate Argent in the loose, those crazy Mexicans….” you trail off, hoping that Derek would want to just spend the night cuddling watching movies with you instead of going to a party. “I actually do think we should go, get our mind off all these crazy things that are happening, a night to just relax with friends. Who knows? Maybe for the first time in my life I can get drunk?” Derek smiles down at you as you look up into his eyes. You bury your face into his shoulder and mumble a “Fine.” Derek chuckles and kisses your forehead, he stands up and tells you to go get dressed or not you both will be late.

You both arrive at Lydia’s lake house and are greeted warmly by the Strawberry Blonde at the door who ushers you in with drinks in hand. The party is already in full swing with music blasting from the speakers and people dancing against each other. You and Derek see Scott, Kira, Stiles and Malia at the corner of the room and head todays them. While meandering through the sweaty crowd of dancers, Derek grabs hold of your hand to guide you through. You silently thank the flashing lights to hide your blush. When you arrive at your group of friends, you note that he doesn’t let go of your hand. You look up at your friends to see Malia and Kira smirking at you, knowing about your little crush on the man next to you. After talking and catching up with the pack, one by one, the couples start to take each other to the dance floor, Scott takes Kira, Stiles asks Malia, one of the lacrosse players asks Lydia… before you know it, it is just you and Derek standing alone at the corner with each other. Both of you had at least 2 cups of beer and your senses are starting to become a little fuzzy. Derek downs his last bit of beer and takes your cup out of your hand and puts out on the table behind you. He extends his hand, “Wanna dance babe?” he asks smoothly, the nickname catching you off guard, you turn red, but nod and put your hand in his and he leads you towards the dance floor.

You make it to the center of the room where the music is at its loudest. Couples next to both are too engrossed with each other to realize. Derek puts his hand around your waist and pulls you towards him and you gasp in surprise. Your hands instinctively make there way to his chest and you make a mental note about how firm it feels beneath your fingertips. You shyly look up at him through your eyelashes and you catch him already smiling down at you as both of you start to move to the music. It catches you by surprise that Derek is quite the dancer, easily swaying his body to the different beats and tones of the music. You don’t  know whether it is because of the alcohol flowing through your veins or because you have been waiting for this moment almost your whole life, but you confidently move your body against his. Before you know it, you and Derek are basically grinding on each other, too into the moment and each other to care about your surroundings. Right now your foreheads are against each other, breathing in each others breath, both your eyes darkening. Suddenly, glowing green eyes catch your attention behind Derek, you gasp and Derek notices your change in demeanor and holds you at arms length from him to assess the situation. Your eyes are locked behind him on the glowing green eyes that no one else seems to notice. Derek turns around and comes face to face with Kate Argent in her shifted form. You blink and she is suddenly gone. Derek turns back to you with a look of determination on his face. “I’m going after her, I need to know what she did to me.” he states already making his way towards the front door. “Derek you can’t! I know you don’t wanna hear this, but you can’t compete against her, she has powers that you don’t and she has the berserkers on her side!” you practically scream at him. Now people are starting to take notice of the both of you. Scott looks in your direction to see what is going on and makes his way towards you both. You are gripping onto Derek’s arm, begging him with your eyes to not try to fight Kate. “I have to go Y/N, I need to know. You stay here.” He brushes your arm off him and walks towards the front door. Scott has gathered Malia and Kira and they follow Derek out the door. You can see from out the window, they are making their way into the forest next to Lydia’s lake house. The rest of the party seems completely oblivious to what is happening now that there is no more screaming. You stand alone, surrounded by all the happy love struck couples and wonder how a minute ago everything was so perfect. Curse Derek Hale, why did you have to fall in love with the most stubborn man to ever walk to planet. You walk towards the kitchen and on the way, you see Stiles holding Lydia, who seems to be in a daze. You quickly wonder if she is just drunk or she is having another feeling from the supernatural world, being a banshee and all.You grab a knife from the drawers in the kitchen and make your way out of the house into the forest. You start to sprint towards the trees, completely unaware of Stiles shouting after you to stop.

You’re not a werewolf, but somehow you know where you’re going. the adrenaline coursing through your veins easily heightening all your senses. You hear growls and shouting and you make it to the edge of a clearing where the fighting is taking place. Scott, Malia and Kira are taking on the berserkers and from the look of it, the fight is not in their favor, the two werewolves and the kitsune and all covered in cuts while the two berserkers seem to be having no trouble at all. You spot Derek and Kate near the edge of the clearing where you are, Kate is holding a gun at Derek and is in her human form. “What did you do to me Kate?” Derek shouts. Kate chuckles and the sinister tone to it gives you chills that run up and down your body. Ignoring Derek’s question, she replies “I’ll help you get your power back, if you give me what i want.” Derek all but growls out, “ What do you want?” The Argent smiles, “Control, control over the shift.” Derek frowns, “ I already tried to get you the Triskelion, but Peter already told you that it doesn’t work, it’s just an object to focus on.” Kate nods and pretends to ponder about something. “Well then, I guess you are of no use to me.” She closes one eye to focus her aim of the gun at Derek. Before you know it, your body goes into action. You aim the knife and throw it as a dagger towards Kate’s shoulder. It plunges into her shoulder and she screams out “Son of a Bitch!” and falls to her knees, her gun falls out of her hands as she clutches her arm. You silently thank Allison for teaching you some tricks. You run towards Derek who is in shock to see you. “What are you doing here Y/N? I can’t protect you out here anymore.” His worried eyes dart between you and Kate. You wrap your arms around him and he does the same to you “We have to protect each other Derek.”  Kate snarls “So Derek, you and Y/N huh? Seems as though you downgraded from me…” Derek growls once again, “She is and will always be better then you Kate.” Kate laughs as she stands up and rips the knife out of her back, picking up her gun in the process. “Y/N, you stupid little girl, did you really think a small kitchen knife could stop me.” Derek protectively puts an arm around your waist and pushes you behind him. You peer over his shoulder to see Kate pointing the gun at him again. “Now that Y/N has interfered, I can just kill both of you, killing two birds with one stone.” She cackles. She pulls the trigger and suddenly Derek is on the ground and you feel a burst of pain in your stomach. You look down to see your clothes slowly becoming drenched in blood. You had pushed Derek out of the way and taken the bullet for him. You hear Derek starting to shout as you fall to the ground clutching your wound. Derek lifts your head up onto his lap and is putting one hand above yours on your wound and the other arm he is using to rock you back and forth. “Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me, Y/N!” You look into his eyes and see his eyes watering as he looks down at you. “Derek…” you cough out along with some blood. “ You have to run…”  He brushes some hair out of your face, “I’m not leaving you Y/N because I love you.” You smile, place one of your bloody hands on his cheek and mouth “I love you” to him because right now, that is all the strength that you can muster up. Kate is smiling sinisterly and you see her start to move her gun in Derek’s direction from the corner of your eye. Your eyes go wide and suddenly there is a gunshot. You look up to see Derek perfectly unharmed staring back down at you. And that’s when everything goes black.

You wake up to the smell of Derek’s aftershave and laundry detergent and feel someone holding your hand. You open your eyes to see that you are in Derek’s bed and the one and only Sour Wolf himself is holding your hand and staring at you intently. You try to recall the events before you blacked out and you sit up suddenly, questions shooting out of your mouth. “What happened to Kate? Where is the rest of the pack? Are the okay?” Derek smiles and answers your questions. Apparently, before Kate could shoot Derek, the one and only Chris Argent pulled the trigger on her, shooting her in the chest with a wolfsbane bullet. Kate knowing that she was now overpowered, took the berserkers and ran. The rest of the pack are okay and Derek sent them all home to rest, promising that they would track down Kate soon to find out how to help Derek. You sigh in relief and suddenly, you realize that you don’t feel any pain in your stomach at all and also that with the wound you had, you should probably be in the hospital. Derek sees you frown in confusion and he can already tell you’re about to figure out the part of the story he left out. You pull the sheets of the bed off you to reveal that you are in your underwear and one of Derek’s shirts. You lift up the shirt to find no trace of the wound at all. Derek continues looking at you, wondering how you are going to react. You look at Derek…” Der…what else happened?” Derek has a pained look in his eye. “ You were going to die Y/N, Lydia saw it happen. There was no time to get you to a hospital, so we all agreed to turn you. Scott bit you, you’re a werewolf now Y/N.”

You let this sink in for awhile and just stare off into space. Derek squeezes your hand in hopes that you say something to soothe his frantic heart (that you can now hear crystal clear). You smirk and turn back towards him, “I guess that just gives me all the more reason to protect you now.” He laughs and pulls you towards him to lean his forehead against yours. You both look into each other’s eyes. Slowly, he leans in and you do the same, pressing your lips against one another and moving in sync just like on the dance floor. Derek pulls away and laughs at the small whimper that escapes you. “ I love you Y/N, I always have and i always will, will you be my girlfriend?” he asks shyly. The smile that breaks out on your face is enough to answer his question, but you lean in towards him again just to confirm your decision. Before your lips touch you whisper, “I love you Derek Hale, werewolf or not, you’re my everything.”

Originally posted by trevanterhodes

Teenage Dream

@theseventhwheel

Kyle was a regular teenaged nobody. Usually he did his school work, kept to himself, and silently crushed on the hottest most popular boy in school. Can you say total 90’s cliche? He eventually did bump into him though. Lance McClain. He didn’t know what to says just spoke out a stammering reply. “I-I’m so sorry. I-I didn’t mean to bump into you. I wasn’t watching where I was going a-and I’m a total klutz… I’m sorry…” He says and his last apology was a bit of a whimper.

anonymous asked:

Do either of you have any tips for when you've had a really, really, really shitty day? I'm not doing so well rn ✌️️✌️️

Oh god, I’m sorry to hear that love.  Usually, I just put all my attention into whatever I’m obsessed with at the moment (a tv show/a book/anime/whatever).  Music also helps a lot, personally I’m fond of loud, angry music when I’m sad so I can scream my problems away, but sometimes crappy pop music can lift the mood or angsty music can make you feel less alone.

It’s also super cliche to say this but talking helps, a lot.  I know when I’m sad I always talk to Tahlia and she cheers me up just by being there.  Talk to whoever you’re comfortable sharing with or if you can’t think of any our inbox is always open.

~Nikki

Hi, non! Same.

I spent today playing video games, which helps me a lot. I’m kinda shit at acknowledging when I’m sad/angry/whatever, so I tend to pour all my energy into something else. Confront what’s going on when you can, but don’t pressure yourself to do it before you’re ready. These past five months have been kinda shitty for me because I’ve been trying to force myself to resolve some of the shit I have going on, and then get frustrated with myself when I can’t. Be patient with yourself. I’m not gonna give you a list of all the things you can do to practice ~self-care, there are a million posts on this website for that, but be kind. You deserve that. 

It’s pretty metal that you’re reaching out and asking us for some advice. Ask Nikki, I can barely admit when I had a shitty day. Be proud of yourself. This… takes some guts.

And always, always talk to people. It’s hard, I know, trust me – but the people who matter will care, and if they don’t? Fuck ‘em. You deserve better than that. Talking shit through helps, and if it’s too hard, just talking shit helps. Nikki’s helped me a lot by just talking my ear off about some band or a weird anime description or telling me about one of her kickass OC’s. Not everything has to be resolved right now. Take your time.

~tahlia

also i’m sorry but that one fanfic cliche where one person says “can you pass the salt daddy” and both the father and the boyfriend end up reaching for the salt needs to burn in a fire and die

For when you move on

This isn’t about having a bad day. This isn’t about relationships. This isn’t about changing the color of your hair or deciding that you must buckle down, suck it up, and face the world around.

This is about facing mountains when you haven’t hiked a day in your life. This is about letting go of people and places that you held onto in your heart. This is about acceptance, reevaluation, peace. This is about taking the challenges that you’ve put off because they sound unpleasant or hard and overcoming them–one step at a time.

Remember you are human. Better yet, remember that we are all human. Your mom, your friends, your lover, your neighbors, the stranger at the grocery store–
Each one is a living, breathing, individualized heart and soul with dreams and aspirations. Each one has faced struggles and let downs that are incomparable to your own regardless of how you may perceive them.

Remember that you are not alone even when you are alone. That you are loved even when you aren’t so loving yourself. And when you do love without it being returned to you, that this is a part of the cycle.

Remember that you can let go. But remember that you can always stay. And realize that if you do let go, it doesn’t mean you can always come back.

It is a cliche to say you should love each person with as much love as you can give, but it is unrealistic and our world doesn’t always work this way.

The point is we can only try. And no, we do not always succeed. I hope you make right what is wrong. I hope you recognize the potential you have and appreciate the people who have been there when you may not have deserved it. And I hope they realize the same about you.

This isn’t about Monday morning blues or rush hour traffic.

This is about moving on, or moving forward, on whichever path you take.

Take a deep breath in, because we are here. You and I. And I’ll face the world alongside you.

Such A Tease: Part One

Pairing:

Dean Winchester x Fem Reader 


Prompt/Summary:

Reader is both a virgin and with Dean, but doesn’t plan on telling him…at all. He finds out unexpectedly and an argument ensues… before a little fun. More parts to come later! 


Author:

supernaturallygreen


Reader Gender:

Female


Word Count:

 1418


Warnings:

mentions of virginity, mentions of drinking, tiny bit of dom!Dean if you squint really hard. 


Authors Note: This is the first fanfiction I’ve ever posted for others to read. I would absolutely love constructive criticism, but please keep any insults to yourself. Thank you, and again, feedback is much appreciated!

                                     Such A Tease: Part One 

“Dean, don’t.” Your words were sharp, your gaze on him nearly venomous. He faced you with the same level of anger, though his was laced with something else. There was a certain look in his eyes, a tick of his jaw that displayed an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

“You should have told me,” he spat, his fists clenched at his sides. The two of you were standing in the library of the bunker. It was where you usually argued with Dean, because either of your bedrooms were too small a space for both of your tempers to occupy, and the entry room of the bunker only echoed and allowed for everyone else in the bunker to hear your arguing.

You let out an exasperated groan, rubbing a hand over your eyes. This was so embarrassing. “Dean, can’t we just forget -” He didn’t even let you finish your sentence.

“No, Y/N. I’m not gonna forget, ‘cause I can’t. And don’t you lie and say you can, because we both know that ain’t true.” He pointed a finger in your direction, brows furrowed, green eyes upset with worry. You sighed, taking a seat at one of the tables in the library and burying your face in your hands.

“What do you want me to say? I can tell you whatever cliche you want. Hell, I’ve got a whole list of them. People always act so shocked when they find out, so you kind of get used to spouting off whatever crap they’ll believe.” You heard Dean sigh, footfalls coming closer to you until you saw his boots in front of your own. You didn’t look up though, not wanting him to see the tears in your eyes. You couldn’t believe you were crying over something so absolutely ridiculous.

But, it hadn’t felt ridiculous at the time. You and Dean had quickly become friends ever since you and your sister had joined the Winchesters and began living at the bunker. You’re personalities simply clicked, and though you’d argued plenty, you’d also laughed plenty. It was a good balance. But then one night, after a few too many beers for the both of you, you’d kissed. It was just once, and nothing had really come of it. Except the next day, your hands found each other under the breakfast table, and both of you had sort of accepted that you were something, even if that something didn’t have a name. Dean no longer had casual hook ups, and you no longer joked around with him about them. You were together, in a way.

Which was why, despite never having had sex before, you’d wanted to go all the way. After hearing about how many women Dean had taken to bed, you’d decided not to let him know about your annoying pesky label of virginity. One night, after a case that the two of you had tackled on your own, the two of you had found yourself in the backseat of the impala, hands traveling over bodies and lips, too. He’d lowered his delectable mouth next to your ear, and spoke. “Tell me where you want me, baby.” You’d moaned, told him you wanted him everywhere, that you wanted him inside of you. But, he being the ever-loving tease that he was, Dean spoke again. “Talk to me baby,” he’d groaned. “Tell me how you like it.” It wouldn’t have seemed like a sensual sentence, but the older Winchester could honestly make anything sexy. Unfortunately, your innocence had begun to show through, and you stammered, saying you didn’t know. That eventually led to him figuring out you were still a virgin, and that you hadn’t exactly planned on telling him… ever. He’d promptly buttoned your shirt back up and kissed your lips, but denying to touch you any further, only driving the two of you back to the bunker. God, it had been humiliating. Of course, of course he would never want to be with someone inexperienced like you. It was too much work, and you should have known that. The memory only made you begin to truly cry.

Suddenly, he crouched down so he was the one looking up at you as you sat, his eyes no longer angry so much as they were concerned. “Sweetheart, I’m not asking you to make excuses. You don’t have to explain yourself to me, I just wish you would have at least… I don’t know, mentioned it.” He placed a hand on each of your knees, thumbs smoothing over the denim material of your jeans. “Your first time is supposed to be special, you know?”

“It was supposed to be special because it was with you, Dean!” You exclaimed, looking away from him as tears began to escape your eyes without your permission. One of his hands left your knee and found the back of your head, directing your gaze back to him. You didn’t let him speak yet though, shaking your head. “I didn’t want to make a big whoppin’ deal out of something as simple as virginity, okay? And then, when I finally tried to go all the way with a person for the first time, you rejected me. I just need a little time to feel sorry for myself, and then we can just go back to being friends like before.”

Now, Dean’s eyes darkened, his touch more firm but not harmful. “No,” he spoke with finality, narrowing his eyes and almost glaring at you. “Now you listen here,” his voice was filled with conviction. “I didn’t reject you. But we aren’t high school kids after a football game, Y/N. I wasn’t about to let your first time with someone be in the backseat of a car, Baby or not. I’m not going to apologize for wanting to treat you with more respect, because you deserve that.” He stood, pulling you up along with him, your body flush against his own. One of his hands settled in the slight curve of your hip, the other grasping your chin with two fingers. “And being friends with you was great and all, but I really love being more than that.” He finally grinned at you, pressing his lips to yours for a gentle and sweet moment.

You took that as your chance, winding one arm around his neck and deepening the kiss until it was slow and sensual. He allowed it, even going so far as to suck lightly on your bottom lip, something he knew for a fact got you going. Arousal flooded you, and your skin grew flushed and heated, your need for him becoming more apparent to the both of you. You allowed your free hand to travel down to his belt buckle, nimble fingers attempting to pull the leather from his belt loops. That was when Dean grabbed your hand and pushed your back flat against the end of a shelf in the library, pulling your hands up and over your head and holding them there. His lips left a hot trail from the corner of your mouth to your chin, then your jaw, finally making their way to the shell of your ear. “You lied to me,” he murmured, nibbling at your earlobe.

“I never li-” You began, wanting to defend yourself, but he interrupted you. “Lying by omission still counts as lying, sweetheart.” He ground his hips against yours, allowing you to feel the thick and growing bulge inside of his jeans. You let out a muted groan, your head falling into the crook of his shoulder. “Dean, please. I’m ready, please. I don’t want special, I just want you.” Your voice had grown breathy, pleading. Just as you thought he was beginning to give in, to give you what you wanted, he was gone. His hands released your own, body stepping a full stride backwards away from you, a smirk playing against his lips. “You’ve waited all this time. Guess you’ll have to wait a little longer until I decide to forgive you… or until you convince me.” You were so shocked, every nerve still humming after his touch and begging for more, you barely registered his form retreating from the library. Moments later, when your senses returned to you, a scowl marred your features. Convince him? You scoffed. Like hell. He just wanted you to grovel at his feet, to boost his ego and give him a power-rush. If he wanted to play the teasing game and thought he’d win, he was in for a surprise.

Read Such A Tease: Part Two Here! 

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this hot new trend of posts

make me want to find david karp and strangle him .just fucking strangle him like look what you’ve created you hipster sack of shit are you FUCKING happy now

calli’s fic picks - 10/26/16

Happy Arrow Wednesday, fandom! How has everyone’s week been? Mine’s been pretty good. Loving the fall season, the changing leaves, the television shows back on my screen… Good stuff. Tonight’s ep should be interesting. Dig-alicious, even. As much as I think breaking Dig out comes with some real world complications, I’m here for the bro-feels and I miss Dig in the bunker and just… YES. ALL THE DIG. *ahem* Anyhow, without further ado, let’s get to my favorite fics I’ve read this last week: 

Geas Wolf by SquidbillyBritt - a really interesting concept. There’s the whole soulmate factor but also a bit of werewolf action going on and there’s this deep mythology which gives the whole situation gravitas… I really hope she continues this one because I’m super intrigued. 

Unexplored Terrain by @fiacresgirl - I was a little late on this one but… OH MY. I’m so glad I caught up and read it because it’s glorious. I love her whole series that this story is a part of and this addition felt so natural and good and healthy and right… She has a really good and interesting grasp on these characters and the story beats. You want to read this. 

Russian Vodka by @supersillyanddorky06 - I really loved this emotional look at a missing potential scene from after the end of 5x03. We all really want Oliver to connect with Felicity and help her through her problems and Matty delivered with this oneshot. 

Stones of Time by arrow_through_my_writers_block - I just found this delightful Outlander-inspired AU last week through a fic rec here on Tumblr and I’m so glad that I did. This story is amazing and I am aching for more of the tale. There’s so much potential in this that I just want to roll around in it. 

Let’s try our very best to fake it by @mogirl97 - What an amazing AU. But there’s a lot of this that also rings true for current Olicity. These are two ARGUS agents who have a tumultuous past together and are paired for an assignment where they’re to pose as a married couple. Can you say tension? Oh yes! 

When Did I Become A Cliche? by A_BadSpellr - Total AU of season 2 (I mean, Tommy is a live and oh boy, do I love when Tommy is alive) where Moira and Thea and Oliver’s aunt are playing matchmaker for Oliver and Felicity and there’s posing as a couple for a family wedding and boss/assistant shenanigans and the title is totally apt but in the best way possible. Did I mention there’s sharing a bed going on? OH YES. 

Run to the Water by Vixx2pointOh - Felice finished this epic AU tale this week and it’s been a ride, fam. The premise is completely awesome, set in the 20s where Felicity is the daughter of a wealthy rancher that Oliver’s father worked for when he was younger and now he works there as well. There was delightful childhood interaction and then… more adult interaction when Felicity returns from being sent away for school during her teens. YOW. Ray Palmer is a total asshole in this one, fair warning. 

Prompt Response: olicity, secret dating/Oliver has to sneak out of Felicity’s apartment by @machawicket - Y’all. This was delightful, from start to finish. I like to imagine it was sent post-reconciliation in s5 or whatever and they just hadn’t told anyone yet. But either way, nothing compares to the moment Oliver strides in and says “I forgot my wallet”. I think I died and grew fluffy wings right then. 

Bonnie and Clyde by smoakenarrow - This fic was inspired by the notion of Earth-x Oliver and Felicity, who are together but are criminals with a flair for the raunchy. This story explores how they meet and just how raunchy they get together. Answer: pretty raunchy. And it’s awesome. 

Hopefully that’s enough to get you guys going this week. Remember: if the show or the PR gets you down, run to the fanfic. The fanfic will make it all better. That’s it’s job. 

The Hemmings Twins - (Luke Hemmings) **

By far the coolest request I’ve ever gotten.

 And maybe the longest one I’ve ever written.

Hope I’ve done your request justice!

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Shopping has always been a way to make you feel better. Maybe not financially but emotionally, yes. 

You’re walking out of your favourite store and head to the food court. Buying yourself a smoothie, you go find an empty table to sit down and refuel. 

You’re reading through texts from your boyfriend. Getting his play by play of the day at the studio when you look up and see him in line to buy a slice of pizza. 

He must’ve felt his eyes on you because he looks up from his phone and looks over at you and gives you that crooked smile you know so well. 

You wave at him but stop short because you notice he’s not wearing his usual attire. He’s wearing chinos and a light colored flannel. Luke doesn’t wear light flannels.

You tilt your head to the side as he makes his way over after getting his pizza. 

“Hey,” He says. 

“Um, hey, what are you doing here?” 

“I’m getting pizza?” He laughs and takes a sip of his drink.

“What’s your name?” He asks you. 

“You know my name, you idiot.” 

“I’ve only just met you.”

Rolling your eyes, you decide to humor him. You tell him your name and he tells your his. 

“I’m Carter.” He tells you.

“Okay,” making air quotes you say, “Carter” I thought you were busy today.”

“Yeah, I was but my friends wanted to meet at the mall.”

You glare at him for a long time and you can tell he’s getting uncomfortable under your gaze.

“Look, I’m just gonna say it. Stop playing me, Luke. This is annoying.”

He opens his mouth before closing it and smiles at you.

“See that’s where you’re wrong. I’m not Luke. I’m Carter. His twin brother.” 

“Ha ha. that’s the oldest excuse in the book. Do you have the receipts?”

He pulls out his phone from his pocket and starts scrolling through his phone. He shows you a picture of him and Luke from about two days ago. You know it’s from two days because you saw Luke wearing that exact outfit that night.  

You sigh and say to him, “When I told Luke I wanted to meet his twin, I didn’t mean like this.”

He laughs at you before saying, “Luke told me he didn’t want me to meet you unless he was in the room. I think he’s been watching too many movies of people meeting like this.” 

“Let’s take a picture to send it to him while he’s at band practice” You suggest.

He nods and comes to sit next to you. Bringing the phone out in front of you, you snap a picture of the two of you and send it to Luke.

“Let him freak out over that.”

Finishing up the last of your smoothie, you get up out of your seat.

“Are you leaving already?”

“Yeah, I should be. I wanna shop some more before heading home to hurricane Luke.”

“Well, can I tag along?” 

“Aren’t you meeting friends later?”

“Yeah but I can cancel on them.”

“How cliche to say, but I guess you can tag along. I do need someone to hold my bags.” You say, nodding your head to the bags on the floor next to your feet. 

He sighs. “I should’ve seen that coming.”

As you’re shopping, you can tell he’s a lot like Luke. The only major differences was they way they dress and the music they listen to. While Luke enjoys punk music, Carter likes indie folk music. While Luke dresses in mostly black, Carter dress in mostly chinos and light colored clothes.

At around four, you decide it’s time to go. You haven’t looked at your phone since you sent that picture to Luke. You know he’s bugging about it because you can hear your phone going off every couple minutes.

You and Carter have decided to exchange numbers so you can hang out again soon.

But as you’re saying goodbye to Carter, he asks if you want to have an early dinner with him and you figure why not. Luke’ll be home late and what’s the point of waiting around the house doing nothing.

You and Carter decide to stop at a cute little cafe where they serve sandwiches and hot cocoa.

As you’re having dinner with Carter, you wonder why Luke never wanted you to meet him without him in the room. You figured you’d ask him when you got home. If you were still awake by the time he got home.

When eight o’clock hits, you tell Carter it’s time for you to go. He tells you that you’ll have to do it again sometime but maybe with Luke third wheeling your friendship date. You laugh at him and get into your car and head home.

Pulling up in the driveway, you notice all the lights in the house turn off. You just sit in your car to see if anything will happen and when it doesn’t, you deem it safe to exit the car.

Making your way out of the car and trying to grab all your shopping bags so you don’t have to make two trips, you stumble through the front door of your and Luke’s apartment.

“Luke? Babe, I’m home.”

You go to turn the lights on and there’s Luke. Just sitting on the couch, facing you.

“Well, well well. Look who decided to grace me with their presence.”

You just look at him before starting to laugh. 

He pouts and crosses his arms over his chest and exclaims “Stop laughing at me! I’m trying to be tough.” 

Putting your hand over your mouth, your laughing dies down. Deciding to play dumb, you ask him, “What’s this about, Luke?”

He scoffs. “I think you know what this is about.”

You smile at him and put your hand on his shoulder. “Is this about Carter?” 

He looks at you with a glare. “Of course it is! When did you meet him? You sent me that pic and didn’t even put a caption or anything on it. Just that pic. And you didn’t even answer any of my messages after you sent that. That was cold.” 

“Babe, chill. It was nothing. Just wanted you to know that I met your twin brother. He was really sweet. And so funny.”  

“Stop! I know he’s funny and really sweet. He is my twin after all.”

“Luke, you can’t be mad I finally met your twin. Were you ever going to introduce me to him? He’s your family and I know how important family is to you.” 

He sighs and says, “I just didn’t want you to meet him just yet because I know the kind of guys you used to date. Guys like Carter.” 

You shake your head at him. “Luke, I never went for any type of guy. The guys I date just happen to be that certain type.”

“What about me?”

“You’re sweet and good to me. I don’t care if you dress like you’re going to a funeral. I love you for you.”

“I think that’s almost the nicest thing you’ve ever told me.”

You smile and hug him real tight. 

“Hey, I love you so much, okay. I won’t leave you for Carter. That’d be too weird.” 

You know Luke’s rolling his eyes at you and you smile to yourself and put your head in the crook of his neck.

You untangle your arms from around Luke and grab his hand. 

“Oh, are you gonna go to bed now?” He says, raising his eyebrows at you.

You roll your eyes and bring from over to all the shopping bags on the floor.

“Carry them for me, please. I’m all tired out and I need my tough boyfriend to bring them up to our room.” You smile at him and bat your eyelashes.

He sighs and says, “I guess.” 

He grabs all the bags and as he’s walking in front of you, he stops.

“Hey, I love you, you know.” He says, before giving you a quick kiss.

Pulling away, you say, “I know. I love you too.” 

Request // Masterlist

This was so much fun to write!!

I’m sorry I changed his twin’s name though. But everyone write their twin’s name as their middle name and that’s kinda weird to me. You can literally name his twin anything you want because he’s made up.

Anyway, hope this is good enough for you!

I just want somebody to hold, to kiss on the neck and to whisper in your ear, just random things but they don’t matter because you’re right next to me.
When we’re together I want to have pointless conversations. I want to wake up in the middle of the night just because we got a taste for frozen yogurt.
I want to drive you down an open road with the moon illuminating your face while you enjoy your fro-yo listening to Bruno Mars, singing along.
Park in an empty parking lot, making out in the backseat like sneaky teenagers. Stay there the rest of night, leave in the morning. Yea that would perfect. I guess you can say thats so cliche, but the truth is that I’m an old-fashioned type of girl. I like to surprise people with the classics.
—  @thebowtietori

tacoowifi  asked:

okay me and my boyfriend have been together for 8 months, and I know that my not seem long, but it is long for us. he is the most amazing person ever, gives me everything and more. I really liked him, thought we would go far, but I don't really have those feelings anymore. I feel absolutely terrible, and I don't want to hurt him, it's just that I can't stand lying to him. I honest to god want to still be friends and talk, but for me, being with him is hard now more than ever. what do I do?😩😖

Just tell him the truth. Sometimes people just aren’t romantically compatible and that’s fine. You shouldn’t feel bad for losing feelings - it’s really beyond your control. Just tell him how you feel and say you hope you can still be friends [Such a cliche lol] and the rest is up to him.

Some people can’t be friends with their exs because it hurts too much. Like it would be a constant reminder of a future that never was.