can't wait for you to move up!

  • Allura, in the middle of battle: everything hurts
  • Keith: Bitch me too
  • Allura: what's a bitch? Is that bad?
  • Keith: ...
  • Keith: it's a loving/endearing term for a close friend or family member
  • Allura: oh, well thank you. I also think you're a bitch, Keith
  • Keith, trying not to laugh: thanks Princess, that means a lot
  • Allura: *gets up and moves to walk away*
  • Keith: wait where are you going?
  • Allura, running off: I'm going to tell Shiro he's the biggest bitch I've ever met!
  • Keith, seriously trying not laugh and crying a bit: you go do that. He'll love it

anonymous asked:

How much I want Alec to wake up in the middle of the night and sleepily pad his way across the loft to get a snack, only to pick up a jar of spider legs and freak the fuck out. Magnus comes swooping in ready for battle, but realizes what's happened and just moves a couple jars over, hands a still stunned Alec a box of crackers, then goes back to sleep.

oaijwef i don’t know if show alec also has arachnophobia tbh, but sleepy alec searching through bottles in the pantry at night would be adorable. and when he grows familiar enough with the apartment that he can pick something out with ease without even really looking? kill me

also jace moving in, and just really trying hard not to accidentally pick up this stuff and magnus and alec being little shits and they’re like – jace?? what are you having??? and it’s really just regular tea or something but they just pretend like he’s ingested some terrible warlock ingredient. alec gives it up first when he can’t help but snicker.

anyway, magnus and alec being that couple who teases people together and snicker with each other about how hilarious they are is something i sincerely need.

anonymous asked:

My stalker (literally documented with restraining order) just got a job at my store. I was told if I had a problem with it I would need to transfer because I can't impede his right to have a job! I don't know what to do because I liked my job up until this point but....?!?!?!?

If you were their first and you have a restraint order they have to either move him or they will be in legal trouble. That’s a lawsuit waiting to happen.

-Rodney

ladytharen  asked:

♦: Slow dancing, jyn/cassian (I can't wait to see how you swing this)

He’s scouting the place, peering through the low light at a pair huddled suspiciously beneath one of the room’s many arches, when Jyn appears in front of him. He’s about to reprimand her—they’re pretending not to know each other; that’s a key part of the strategy here—but then she moves to press herself fully against him, reaching up to slip her fingers through the hair at the base of his neck.

Cassian nearly blacks out.

“Jyn?” he manages, sliding his arms around her more on instinct than anything else. “What are you—”

“I see him,” Jyn whispers. She clasps his shoulder, drawing him closer, and Cassian has to think for a moment before he can remember who she’s even talking about.

“The smuggler?” he asks. They’ve been trying to track this guy down for weeks, hoping he’ll cave and offer them a discount on stolen Imperial machine parts.

“Over by the door,” she says, nodding against his shoulder. Then she moves her hips in a way Cassian is utterly unprepared for, and he just barely manages to hold back a whimper.

“What are you doing?” he asks, fist clenching against her shoulder blades in spite of himself.

“Dancing,” she says, like this should be obvious. “You know: blending in. Like you’ve been lecturing me about.”

“I sort of assumed you weren’t listening,” Cassian says, tilting his head to the side to rest it against hers. (Might as well sell it. She’s right. Blending in.)

“I listened the first time,” she grumbles. “Not the fifth time. You repeat yourself a lot.”

He chuckles, tightening his arms around her just a little. “Repetition is important.”

“Also boring,” she adds.

“You sound like K.”

He feels rather than sees her scowl. “Never say that to me again.”

He’s about to say something else, but then she turns her head so that her lips press against the base of his neck and all words escape him. He’s lucky to still be standing.

“Uh—”

“He’s moving,” she says, and he shivers at the way her lips move against his skin in the process.

“Right. Got a plan?”

“I’m going to follow him.”

He sighs. “Got a better plan?”

“Move your hand down.”

He really was not expecting that.

“What?” he nearly chokes.

“Just do it.”

When he does, inching his hand slowly down the soft curve of her lower back, his hand touches something hard: a blaster, tucked into her pants and hidden beneath her shirt.

He groans. “I told you not to do this. What happened to listening?”

Her smile stretches wide across his skin.

“I listened to you,” she whispers. “I just chose to ignore you.”

He laughs, presses his lips to her temple; he might as well, since he has the excuse.

“Sounds about right.”

wait so Jackson stood up to stop April’s wedding, ran away with her, got married, lost their baby, grieved, had sex, went through counselling, got divorced, April got pregnant, filed a restraining order against Jackson, had the most horrific birth, moved in with Jackson, co-parented, got mad at each other over the Eliza Minnick situation, had “casual sex” in Montana, not speak for weeks (or months really), April confronts Jackson about it, heartbroken, moves out, lives in a new apartment, has to split her time with Harriet, all for Jackson and April to not end up together?

anonymous asked:

I don't know if it's okay to ask for stuff that might be a little NSFW? But RFA reactions to an MC who can't stop themselves from flirting/teasing but then as soon as they share one kiss or they make a move to go further MC nopes out and goes to do whatever chore needs to be done?

WHAT A NAUGHTY ANON
JUMIN WILL PUNISH THY ANON
oh wait no 
do you know how many sexy songs I played so i can get inspired

[ NSFW ]  [ Admin Jiyeon ]


RFA’s reaction to a very naughty MC

Zen:

  • teasing this guy?? Not on his watch ;)
  • Run through his hair, whisper some body praise to him
  • straddle him, completely catch him off guard and just g r in d
  • “Oh~ Someone’s waking up.” say that once he’s hard
  • and he’ll pin you down and lick his lips
  • but somehow, you pushed him to sit up and you walked away
  • “MC where are you going-”
  • MC just called her brother/sister
  • and zen just sat there
  • dumbfounded af
  • when the phone call ends he just straddles you and ties your wrists with some emergency rope
  • “You’ve been naughty. I hope you like your punishment, princess?”
  • ooh yes you’d be getting it

Yoosung:

  • See this boi aint as innocent as y’all thought
  • or is he just a clueless person no idea
  • but when MC straddled him and just moaned into his ear
  • Blushy blushy blushyyy ay
  • he’s just like ‘M-MC what are you doing please get off me I need to play LoLoL ‘
  • lick his earlobes, just trail down to his neck and now you can feel his bulge and then completely once he places his hands on their sides MC just goes
  • ‘lol no’ and walks off and winks to Yoosung as they turned back
  • “You wanted to play LoLoL right?~”
  • “MC.. MC please. I would only want to play you. I’m not that gentle.” 
  • and he steps closer 
  • dom Yoosung anyone??

Jaehee:

  • Okay so this baby was just sitting down, reading a book and you came out of nowhere, wearing a random sexy clothing and fake lip piercings
  • and just singing (exo) monster
  • “I’m creeping in your heart babe, over turning, breaking you down and swallowing you~” MC sang
  • and she just froze and was so 
  • f l u s t e r e d
  • “I’ll ruin you” And MC was biting into Jaehee’s neck, forming bruises and stuff then the song got to artificial love
  • “Love, love, ohh~ ohh~” And cue the grinding as hard as exo grinding on their canes mMM 
  • “MC please just take me.” Jaehee breathed out and MC grinned and got off her
  • and she literally begged, on her knees and then yes
  • she’s in it
  • for that d/puh


Jumin: 

  • ..were you wishing to not walk or something 
  • because this guy
  • is Jumin han
  • so yeah
  • when Mc would tease him by subtle touches, MC wont even stand a chance to do further teasing
  • he’d just grab MC, lead them to the bedroom and here comes the ribbons!
  • “Oh, Kitten, dearest kitten, do you know what you did?”
  • “I just hit the lotto~” sang MC, snapping her hips forward, earning a moan from Jumin
  • oh my gosh MC please let the bOY BE
  • HAHAH I CAN JUST IMAGINE MC’S SMIRK
  • WHOO VICTORY~
  • “That’s it.” 



707/Saeyoung:


  • oh no 
  • please
  • no 
  • RIP MC
  • if MC Even dares to tease him, his sadistic side will come out 
  • no hesitation
  • he just straight up pins MC on bed and just bites harshly on their neck with blood drawing from it
  • No mercy 
  • RIP 

with love, from anonymous (chapter 1) - written with @westiris

Summary:  Isak just wants to get his coffee in peace, Even has a crush, and there’s a secret admirer on the loose. (Huge thank-you to @stardefiant and @koninginnen for reading over this and making my writing coherent!)

Pairing: Isak/Even

Chapters: 1/14

Words: 3,657

MANDAG 15.10

At this point, Isak’s pretty sure that his locker has become sentient enough to figure out how to fuck with him at the worst times. All he has the energy for is to grab his Bio textbook in time to catch the tram. He already has plans to veg out in front of his laptop with a bag of sour cream and onion chips, goddammit, he doesn’t care how much Eskild complains about his breath stinking up the whole place. He deserves it after the shitty day he’s had, because there’s no way a test on motion could’ve been that hard. Isak sometimes moves from his bed. He knows how it works.

[Ao3]

vividconcettos  asked:

Hi! Please please continue the mutual pining canon divergence fic! Seriously, s3 angst and pining gives me life!! I'll promise to read all of your amazing ideas for this fic omg i can't wait!! It's sooooo amazing and I want more HAHAHAHAHA THE LONGING LOOKS, OMG THAT STUFF IS MY WEAKNESS I NEED IT IN MY LIFE!! (I'm secretly super thankful we want the same "tropes", now I get to read amazing fics from you) Stay inspired!!! Xx, diane

You have always been such a sweet and supportive reader! Thank you! As promised (though much delayed) here is a continuation! This is going on the archives soonish but to catch-up: Emma moved to NYC and Hook is ferrying Henry back and forth on weekends. Angst ensues. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3   Rated T | 1.2k 


Emma checked the old clock hanging above the desk and tapped her foot.

“You got somewhere to be, Emma?” Hank, the desk sergeant, asked as he looked up from the booking paperwork.  

“Just want to get home and out of this.” She gave him a half smile and gestured to her short red dress and matching heels. The outfit was good for capturing men’s attention long enough for her to slap a pair of cuffs on them but not the most comfortable when processing the skip. She didn’t add that Henry would be getting back from his trip to Storybrooke that evening and she wanted to be home when he arrived. She had missed her son this weekend and wanted some time with him before he rushed off to school Monday morning. There was, of course, the added complication of a certain devilishly handsome pirate who would be dropping him off but Emma was doing her best to ignore that particular detail.

“Well we are almost done,” Hank said.

Emma nodded knowing that was code for at least another twenty minutes. She pulled out her phone and texted Henry.

hung up at the station. be home in forty minutes if traffic is good. tell Hook thanks.

She paused wondering if she should have Hook watch him. But Henry would be fine on his own, there was no reason for Hook to stick around and Emma didn’t want it to seem like she was desperate to see him. Because she wasn’t. In fact, it would be better to avoid him and another encounter that made her ask questions that she shouldn’t. She hit send. The little dots appeared immediately

ok we just docked can I order pizza?

sure kid. and some cheesy bread while you’re at it.

He sent back a smiley and she put the phone away. As Hank continued to shuffle, stamp, and sign papers her mind turned to Hook and if she was being honest with herself she would have admitted that she was disappointed that she would miss him. Of course, Emma was rarely honest with herself.

In the end, it took twenty-five minutes before she left the station. All the way home she fought the flutter of hope that told her Hook would still be there, that he would have insisted on waiting. She wanted to be wrong and right at the same time and her stomach churned as a result. When she got to her door she paused and listened. She heard the faint sounds of the TV next door but nothing from her apartment. She pushed away her disappointment as she opened the door. Once inside she paused to slip out of her heels and pull off her jacket.

“Henry. I’m home.”  There was no reply. She frowned and went toward his room. “Henry?”

She reached his door just as Hook came out of it. They stopped just short of colliding and Emma caught her breath. A million emotions flooded through her but she settled on the one she was comfortable with–frustration.

“Hook? What the h–“

His finger pressed against her lips and she stopped.

“He’s asleep.” Hook whispered stirring the hair near her face with his hot breath. For a moment all Emma could think of was him tapping his lips in Neverland and the overwhelming urge she had to kiss him. She stepped back and his finger fell from her lips and shot behind his ear as he glanced down. He breathed in sharply and then his eyes were traveling back up her body as he took in her dress.

“Swan.” His voice was uneven. He glanced at her lips and she licked them involuntarily.

A loud knock came from the door. Emma jumped like a guilty teenager. She spun away and for a moment she forgot how to walk. Then she was moving and pulling it open to the grinning pizza delivery guy. She didn’t know if she wanted to punch him or thank him for stopping whatever had almost happened.

As they sorted out the payment the guy smiled at her his eyes taking the same path as Hook’s but leaving her feeling completely different. He was looking at her with admiration and a hunger that made her feel like less than a person. Hook had looked at her with a reverence and awe that had made her feel more like a princess. Maybe that’s why she had been five seconds from…whatever it was.

With pizza boxes in hand, Emma closed the door and took a few seconds to center herself before turning and facing Hook.

“Emma, I–“

“It wasn’t–“

They both started and then stopped. When she didn’t start again Hook did.

“I wanted to make sure the lad was safe. He fell asleep waiting for the pizza. I deposited him in his bed.” He gestured to the door.

She nodded. “Thanks.”

She heard the TV next door, the fridge humming, and the thrum of her own heart. She refused to meet his eyes but saw the clenching of his jaw. This was ridiculous they were both adults. They should just… But Emma didn’t know how to finish the sentence, didn’t know what they should or shouldn’t do.

Hook made a sound that might have been a cough or a huff. “I guess I will leave you to your dinner.” But he didn’t make a move to leave and she realized she was blocking his exit. That he didn’t trust himself to come that close to her again, she wasn’t sure she trusted herself either. All she had to do was step aside and let him leave and then she could be alone and could push the feelings he had let loose back into the box where they belonged.  She walked into the kitchen and placed the pizza on the counter. She heard his steps heading for the door.

“Well, there is plenty of food.” She found herself saying in a far too neutral voice given the way she felt. She turned to face him “If you are hungry.” She shrugged.

His eyes studied her with a lightning speed that took her breath away. And in the silence she suddenly knew that she wanted him to stay and the intensity of the feeling scared her. His shoulders drooped slightly.

“Thank you for the offer but I should be going.” His voice gave nothing away.

“Okay.” She turned hoping he hadn’t seen her disappointment.

After a pause, he spoke. “Goodnight, Swan.”

“Night.” She replied without turning, pretending to be searching for a plate. When the door clicked shut she closed her eyes, breathed deep, and reminded herself that this is what she had wanted when she moved to New York.


This is part of my “fanfic as timed writing exercise” prompts. And I have a lot asking for this to continue so expect more of various lengths (and quality). All of these will be tagged “mutual pining canon divergence”

I will always wait for the day we find each other again.

*bigbang when they first moved into their dorm*
  • Jiyong: wait. there's only two beds per room? No way. There is no way I am sleeping with any of you. I'm not gay, can't we pay for another room. I'm not gay.
  • Daesung: bro just because we're sharing a bed doesn't mean you're gonna wake up to a fresh cup of my dick up your ass
  • Sun: *As Blake and Yang laid under a tree cuddling with Sun laying on a branch above them, Blake reading a book While Yang and Sun played a game on their scrolls, Sun's scroll beeps signalling him that he has gotten mail.* Ah damn it. Hey Yang, Can way pause the match for a second? This could be the email from my Aunt I've been waiting for.
  • Yang: Can't it wait just a few more minutes? We all most grow this overgrown trex alien.
  • Sun: Nah, I got to make sure my Aunt sent my the new address to her house for when I go visit her this weekend.
  • Blake: Why don't you just move your character to a hiding place and set up a turret while Yang finished it off? *Both Yang and Sun glances at Blake with surprise.* ... I watch playthroughs.
  • Yang: Aw my kitty likes watching us play.~ *Yang smiled, kissing the top of Blake's head.*
  • Sun: *Meanwhile Sun does as Blake suggested and begins to look at his email.* Alright Turret's up. Just save me some good rare items okay Yang.
  • Yang: No Promises.
  • Sun: *Sun rolled his eyes and began to read his mail, noticed he received two.* Huh? What's this second one?
  • Yang: YES! GOT YOU UP OVER GROW LIZARD! *Yang cheered a minute later after beating the boss in the game.*
  • Blake: Yay team Yangsun. *Blake smiled closing her Blake as she felt Yang hug her.*
  • Yang: I did it all for you babe. *Yang whispered smirked kissing Blake's and giggling as Blake blushed before looked up at Sun.* Hey Sun you better your character butt if you want any of this loot. Huh? *It was then Yang saw Sun Trying his hardest not to laugh as he stared at his scroll.* Uh... Sun?
  • Blake: *Hearing the question tone of her girlfriend's voice Blake looked up as well at Sun and raised an eyebrow.* What is it Sun? You're kinda weirding us out.
  • Sun: Hehehehehehehe, Oh god this is too fucking funny. *Sun chuckle before full on laugh as he passes her scroll down to the bumblebee couple with his tail.* Hahahahahaha! Yang, Hahaha, Blake, hehehehe you-you got to Hahahahaha! You got to read this!
  • Blake: *Confused Yang took the scroll and held it so she and Blake could read the mail Sun got and instantly both girl's jaws drop.* Oh you have got to be kidding me. *Was All Blake could say as she picked the bright of her nose, Shaking her head as Yang Read the message loud.*
  • Yang: "Dear Sun Wukong. You are cordially invited to join the league/guild/band/ of Blake Belladonna's evil exs. Our groups goal is to insure that anyone who tries to date the woman we have all fell in love with is driven away, killed, and/or stays far far away from Blake. Benefits of joining, include, free dental and health care per fight with Blake's current lover, a Blake pillow, a custom jacket, a grimm mask, and free life time supply of cat themed cookies. Please send a reply with your answer or come to one of the meetings held every Tuesday and Thursday at 8pm. Sincerely, Adam Taurus. Ps Ilia apologizes for shooting you. But not really." * Yang Finish with an expression that could only be expressed with,* What. The actually. Fuck?
  • Sun: Hahahahaha! What do you think Yang Blake? Should I join? Hehehehe, They have free cookies.
  • Blake: Sun, This isn't funny! *Blake Glared as Yang chuckled shaking her head.*
  • Yang: Hehe, It's a little funny. Though I had no idea Adam was a Scott Pilgrim vs the world fan. OH MY GOD! Does Adam wear glasses!? Is his real name Gideon Graves? Tell me he happen the same hair cut as gideon when you dated?
  • Sun: AHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Gideon Taurus! Master of Blake's evil exs HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! *Sun Laughed before falling out of the tree while Yang joined in.*
  • Blake: Siiiiiigh, Yang You are lucky I love you and Sun you are lucky you're my best friend.
  • Yang: Aw Cheer up Ramona Belladonna. I'll fight all your exs to date you. *Yang teased, giving Blake a peck on the cat ear.*

hey! heads up!
I’m on the road to college rn, orientation/move in starts tomorrow so I’ll be busy and I’m not sure when I’ll have a good break!
I have some projects that take priority over art I can post here, but I’ll fit in some doodles when I can!

I’ve been getting your messages!! Thank you for your kind words! It means a lot :^)!

anonymous asked:

hope your house move is going okay! <3 and I can't wait for you to start rping again because I love evrything you do xx

(( OOC: It’s going! …..slowly…. but thank you for asking! Not quite all moved in yet but I’m getting there.

Aaaand I guess you can have a very small sneak peek of something I’m working on for when I’m back. I’m very much looking forward to it. ))

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Sick People

This morning, we were sitting in a conference room, waiting to start rounds. One of the other students pulls up a chair- Not at the table, but right behind me.

She then leaned in, and whispered: ‘Are you sick??’

Murphy, mid coffee sip: ‘No…? Why?’

Other Student: ‘I’m trying to avoid sick people.’

Murphy, somewhat incredulous: ‘Well, you’re in the wrong place. This is a hospital?’

She then stood up and moved to the other side of the room.

Originally posted by pen-paper-aliens

I’m chasing a ghost
A feeling that’s haunted me for years 
Every time I get close it’s gone

Am I living a lie?
Well, maybe I just expect too much
Maybe it’s time I try for more 

 I will tear my sky
To make it through the night
I will take back my pride
And live while I breathe, live while I breathe 

I will move the ground 
I will pull the curtains down 
Wear my fist on my sleeve
And live while I breathe, live while I breathe 

(x)

anonymous asked:

Can we get a scenario with Dark!Giotto being protective over his SO? Like make it as dark as you want, I can't wait to see what ya'll come up with. 😈 Happy Halloween btw~!

// Not sure when you’ll see this anon, but Happy Halloween!!! Hope you had a safe, happy, and fun one! //

~Admin Reborn~


The sound of someone coughing echoed down the hallway. You wondered who it was, yet the throbbing in your head couldn’t let you think straight. Who is it?

Another cough sounded out. With a start you realized it was you who was coughing. Snippets of the events that occurred just moments before replayed in your mind.

The Vongola gardener… touching you… moving his hands up and down your legs… up you sides… your chest… suddenly…

Just like that he had clasped his hand around your neck. Because you had kept turning your head in order to avoid his sloppy kiss. In a fit of anger he had almost killed you, but the sound of voices had saved you. Letting you go, he had fled, and you had scurried into the safety of the hallway.

Now however, you longed for fresh air. Stepping out into the darkness, the cool breeze felt good against your bruised skin. Taking a deep breath, you tried your best to slow down your fast, beating heart. You would have to tell Giotto about this. No doubt he would get angry at him, but unlike the other mafia leaders, he would not hurt the gardener. Yes, no doubt he would be kicked out of the luxurious mansion, but he had always been a kind and gentle man up until now, and Giotto would probably keep that in mind. “He has to,” you whispered. Giotto wasn’t a wild beats like all the other leaders.

A shrill scream broke into your thoughts. Fearfully, you whirled around, trying to locate the source. Another one followed soon after. You glanced to your right. Just like you suspected, it had come from the wine cellar. It had recently been built and even though you had wanted to check it out, Giotto had gently assured you that it was still pretty dirty and he didn’t want you to get sick. That had been enough to keep you out, but now, your curious mind got the best of you.

The lock on the cellar doors had been removed, and you could see a faint light reflecting off the smooth walls. Quietly you made your way down the wooden stairs. This time a groan followed by a popping sound echoed. A voice called out, however, this time it was something you recognized. It was G!

Peering around the corner, you saw the unmistakable form of G. In front of him was another form you recognized. The gardener. Except he was in the last way you expected him to be in.

With his hand tied up in chains, blood ran down his face, all the while he was panting and gasping for air. G held a small black device in his hand, surrounded by other subordinates. He pressed a button on said device, and some blue sparks emitted out of it. An electric shocker? The thought made chills run up and down your spine.

G cleared his throat. “Again, tell us, did you or did you not touch [Name]?”

“I did not, I swear I did not!” The gardener’s voice was still coming strong despite the clear evidence of torture.

G pursed his lip, then started to bring the device down to the man’s body. Before he could however, you quickly jumped out of your hiding place. “Stop!” you screamed. All eyes turned to you. Before anyone could speak, you cried out, “What the hell is going on?”

G sighed. “What are you doing here?”

You ignored him. “Why are you doing this G? If Giotto found out–”

That seemed to strike a nerve in Vongola’s Storm Guardian. “What does it look like? I’m teaching this sorry bastard a lesson.” He glared at the tied up gardener. “Don’t even think about defending him. We all know what he did to you.”

Tears were starting to blind your vision. “But still, he doesn’t deserve such treatment. You could kill him!” You started to back away, desperately looking for that first step of the stairs. “Giotto wouldn’t agree to this. He’s not like you–”

“I’m afraid you’re wrong, [Name].” The voice came from behind you. You didn’t even have to turn around to see who it was.

Giotto stepped in front of you. “G is only acting upon my orders. Meaning, that  I ordered for this.“ He gestured to the bloody gardener.

The tears were flowing freely down your cheeks now. “But Giotto–”

He held a hand up for silence. “I’m sorry [Name], but I’m only protecting you. And for that, I am willing to do anything.” He didn’t have to spell out what “anything” meant. You could tell by the murderous look in his once warm eyes.