caught in them streets

Team RWBY Headcanons
  • Ruby and Blake have a shared Manga collection.
  • Ruby unironically loves old horror and sci-fi movies, the cheesier the better.
  • Weiss watches those same movies just to ad-lib the lines (Giving them what Winter used to call ‘The Mystery Science Theatre 3000′ treatment).
  • However Weiss and Ruby both love cheesy music from the 90s and have been caught singing together (Imagine them singing this)
  • Yang is actually not as street smart as people think she is, being from Patch she still occasionally acts like a tourist in Vale.
  • Faunus rap is most definitely a thing and Blake listens to it.
  • Ruby has a lot of ‘Guns & Roses’ Merch, she doesn’t even listen to the band, Yang just buys it for her as a joke.
  • A lot of Yangs’ night time bike rides are actually her getting lost on the way somewhere and playing it off as intentional.
  • Blake usually reads on Yang’s bunk because it gets more sunlight than hers, she has been known to fall asleep curled up in a sunbeam.
  • Being from Atlas, Weiss Schnee has no concept of cold weather and can usually be found relaxing outside in anything less than a blizzard.
  • Ruby actually knows some really innapropriate jokes, she can just never tell them without blushing or cracking up.
  • Blake purrs in her sleep, Yang has videos.
  • Yang talks in her sleep….everyone has videos.
  • Weiss knows what Dust is in which chamber of Myrtenaster at all times, even when the weapon is in her locker.
  • Ruby has challenged Oobleck to a race before (Yang dared her to)

Ben, Borzoi (11 y/o), Spring & Wooster St., New York, NY • “My wife is better at the witty lines. He’s a rat hunter – he has caught them on the street.”

She’s A Shelby - Shelby!reader

Request: Hi could I request and imagine where you’re the youngest sibling of the shelbys and get badly beaten up by your boyfriend and the boys go after him please??? You can pick whatever ending you like!

She’s a Shelby - Shelby!reader

Finn was the first to know about your new boyfriend. You confided in him because you and he were the closest in age, being only eleven months apart. Finn promised not to tell anyone else. And he kept that promise for almost two months until the night you came home from the pictures looking like someone had taken a paddle to you. There was bruising on your face, under your eye and around your neck. Cuts on your lower lip, your forehead, and chin.  

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Monsters in the Classroom

The marker squeaks as I drag it across the board. My students are poised behind me, pencils and papers ready. They have a simple assignment: write down as many words as they can think of that describes who they are. While they write, I write. Tit for tat. Lead by example. I begin my list:

Teacher

Woman

White

Appalachian

Poor

Educated

I pause and look around the room. My students now get the idea and have started to write their own lists. I take a deep breath and keep going. 

Feminist

Liberal

Fat

Depressed

Atheist

A few students go ‘huh’ at the last one, but then go back to writing. I see a few of them jot down Christian on their list. One student writes down Muslim. Another student writes down something, then erases it and replaces it with a question mark. 

One more beat and I raise the marker again. In a steady hand, I finish my list. 

Queer

I look at the word on the board, black standing out against white, and carefully erase the smudge I made of the ‘Q’ and rewrite it. I’m wasting time, but I am about to discover something heavy, weighty about my students. When I turn around, I will see who trusts me and who now doesn’t. I place the cap back on the marker, count a beat of five in my head, and turn around. The students now have a clear view of the board. 

I see one student in the back smile, grin wide and teeth showing, before ducking their head back down to their list. We’ve shared a secret, something between the two of us, a mental handshake. I see you there, we both say without words. I focus on their grin instead of the student now looking at me in disgust.

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Some Company

I was going to put a readmore but this is actually pretty dang short sooo… no readmore. I hope you like it though. :) 

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Marinette stepped out of the shop, the stillness of the city pressing into her ears. It was quiet and soft. Paris was usually a lot louder than this, but with the added snow, everything had been blanketed with what seemed to be pure peace.

The snowflakes swirling slowly and thickly in the air were quiet as well, not disturbed by a whistling wind, only floating at their own pace while the yellow light of street lamps caught them on the way towards the ground.

She took a few steps forward, the snow compounding beneath her weight with pleasant gentle noises, and her boots left their designs in the trail behind her. She held her paper bag close to her puffy coat, trying to silence any noise she might make from it, as well as keep the pastries inside as warm as they could be. In her coat pocket, pressed securely against her by her arm, was a thermos of hot chocolate. Its warmth seeped through the layers of her clothes and made the skin on her arm and stomach tingle a little.

The longer she walked down the deserted street, the colder she got, and she began to puff out air that would rise up to her face and relieve the numbness of her nose for a moment. By the time she reached her destination, her nose was running a little, and she had to pause for a moment to wipe it. She looked up into the pure white sky, masking the black night with snow and city lights, and she could now see the base of the Eiffel Tower in the distance before it disappeared up into the sky.

She turned the other way and faced the Notre Dame, and squinted into the snow to see the figure she knew she had seen from her balcony, sitting at the doors with their knees up to their chin. Marinette took careful steps forward, making sure to be as quiet as possible, and she was soon standing before the person she’d recognized from very far away.

She didn’t want to scare him, so she just stood there for a moment, swaying a little, before he looked up, surprise written on his face.

“Hey.” she said, nodding her head a little.

“…Hello.” he said back quietly, looking a little confused.

Marinette then sat down beside him on the steps, trying to ignore how the icy cold cement bit through her clothes and into her skin, knowing that it would soon become a little warmer.

“I saw you from my room… you looked like you might need a little company.” she said, smiling at him. He blinked at her, his face still a little blank. She carefully unwrapped her arms, taking out the thermos from her pocket and showing him the paper bag. She reached in and pulled out a warm pastry, handing it to him and warning him on the melted chocolate inside that might burn his tongue.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, eating their pastries and quietly handing the thermos of hot chocolate back and forth. Then Chat said quietly, not looking at her but at the snow floating quietly in front of them,

“Do you ever feel like you just want to keep walking and walking forever from your house… just so you can go somewhere else… and be someone else? Sometimes I do that. Today was the farthest I’ve gotten. It’s not really that impressive of a length though.”

Marinette rested her head onto her crossed arms and looked at him carefully until he continued, saying,

“I guess you probably don’t feel like that. I’ve met your parents before. I don’t know why you’d ever want to leave your house.”

She thought for a moment, chewing on her cheek gently before looking over at him and saying quietly,

“Well I left to come see you, didn’t I?”

He smiled at her sadly.

“Yeah but you’re going back.”

“…I know. But not yet.”

Her hand reached out and covered the top of his, and she squeezed it lightly, settling her head against his shoulder.

His head dropped down onto hers and she didn’t say anything when she felt a warm tear hit the top of her scalp and run down to the roots of her hair.

“Thank you.” he said, his voice thick.

“You’re welcome.”

‘All The Things You Said’ Chapter 7 is up!

I’m not sure if I’m satisfied with this but I hope y’all enjoy it!

prompted by @robinv-ellacott

#6, things you said under the stars (from this list)


“Isn’t it beautiful?” Molly asked, a sigh of contentment leaving her lips.

“Yes,” Sherlock breathed out, but he was not staring at the stars. Molly was unaware of this.

“I love the way they shine,” Molly continued.

“So do I,” Sherlock replied, watching her eyes look up at the night sky.

“Have you ever seen anything so gorgeous?” Molly asked rhetorically.

“Yes,” Sherlock whispered, trailing his lips down her neck, finally grabbing Molly’s attention.

“Sherlock,” Molly gasped and giggled at the same time. “You haven’t even been looking at the stars.”

“Don’t need to,” Sherlock murmured against her skin. “So beautiful.” Molly rolled over on her side to face him regardless of the blush that had spread over her cheeks.

“Are you at all interested in stargazing?” Molly laughed. “If you weren’t, you could’ve just told me.”

“Of course not,” Sherlock replied. “But I am rather interested in watching a certain pathologist stargaze. It’s much more fascinating to see the stars that way.”

“You weren’t even looking at them,” Molly teased.

“The way they reflect in your eyes makes them shine more than usual,” Sherlock commented. “You put the stars to shame, Molly Hooper.” He leaned in for a kiss but Molly pulled away when a droplet of rain hit her nose. One drop turned into ten and not a moment later, it was pouring.

“Of course it would rain,” Molly smiled.

“Ruined a perfectly good night,” Sherlock huffed. But Molly wasn’t listening. She had hopped off of the blanket and ran in the slick grass in her bare feet. She was spinning around in circles, her arms extended out from her sides. “Are you insane?” Sherlock shouted over the sound of the falling rain.

“Absolutely,” Molly giggled. She held her hand out. “Come on, it’s just a bit of water.”

“It’s completely immature,” Sherlock grumbled, though he couldn’t deny how carefree and adorable she looked dancing in the rain. Adorable, Sherlock sneered in his mind. Where did that come from? His feet betrayed him as they moved toward Molly. Before he processed how he was suddenly in her arms, they were dancing a waltz in the pouring rain and Sherlock allowed himself to let loose. They were quickly laughing together like two teenagers.

“This is amazing,” Molly smiled, looking up into Sherlock’s stormy eyes. “See, it’s not so bad being silly every now and then.” His lips were suddenly on hers, the rain adding a new element to their usual passion. The new sensation elicited shivers from both of them as they were wrapped up in each other’s arms. Sherlock lifted her up into his arms, causing a small yelp of surprise to pass Molly’s lips.

“Come on, wouldn’t want you getting sick now,” Sherlock told her with a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He caught them a cab and they rode back to Baker Street in bliss.


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They’d reached the junction of Treacle Mine Road and Elm Street when it caught up with them.
There were cries further along the street. William swiveled his head, saw the four-horse brewer’s dray thundering out of control. He saw the people diving and scuttling out of the way. He saw the soup-plate hooves throw up mud and ice. He saw the brasses on the harness, the gleam, the steam..
His head swiveled the other way. he saw the old woman with two sticks, crossing the street, quite oblivious to the onrushing death. He saw the shawl, the white hair…
A blur went past him. The man twisted in the air, landed on his shoulder in the center of the street, rolled upright, grabbed the woman, and leapt–
The wayward wagon went by in a rush of mud and ice crystals. The team tried to corner at the crossroads. The dray behind them did not. A melee of hooves and horses and wheels and sleet and screams whirled onwards and took the windows out of several shops before the cart rammed up against a stone pillar and stopped dead.
In obedience to the laws of physics and the narrative of such things, its load did not. The barrels burst their bonds, crashed down onto the street, and rolled onwards.
A few smashed, filling the gutter with suds. The others, thumping and banging into one another, became the focus of attention of every upright citizen who could recognize a hundred gallons of beer which suddenly didn’t belong to anyone anymore and was heading for freedom.
William and Sacharissa looked at one another.
“Okay – I’ll get the story, you go and find Otto!”
They said that at the same time, and then stared defiantly at each other.
“All right, all right,” said William. “Find some kid, bribe him to get Otto, I’ll talk to that Plucky Watchman who grabbed the old lady in A Mercy Dash, you cover the Big Smash, okay?”
“I’ll find the kid,” said Sacharissa, pulling out her own notebook, “but you cover the accident and the Beer Barrel Bonanza and I’ll talk to the White-Haired Granny. Human interest, right?”

– when It catches up | Terry Pratchett, The Truth

anonymous asked:

Could you walk us through what happened when you met Jensen one more time now that we know she had the baby bump?:) it's fine if it's to much trouble, just really curious (:

Ok, so here’s the full unedited edition I guess of my encounter with the Ackles Family now that everyone knows she is, in fact, pregnant with fraternal twins that will undoubtedly conquer the world with their charm and good looks:

Ok, so there I am, Gwen, sitting in the lovely quaint village of Deep Cove in North Vancouver, an ocean boat harbor town that relies heavily on marinas and tourists. It’s a very quiet little spot located between gorgeous high mountain peaks near The Indian Arm.

I’m sitting, facing up the street, my back to the water, in a really awesome pizza shop called Deep Cove Pizza. I’m shoveling a second slice of Capri Pizza into my mouth when I look up from my current bout of Pokemon Go to say something to my friend coleen (who took the picture of me and jensen).

I am immediately drawn to a handsome couple walking down the sidewalk, only because the streets were somewhat empty and it was a slow Monday afternoon. At first glance I see a strong tall man in a plaid shirt and jeans carrying an adorable toddler girl with shoulder length blonde hair and a top ponytail. His hat is on and he is wearing sunglasses. His daughter is tucked neatly into his right arm so she is resting her tummy to his right shoulder. His left arm is cast casually across his midsection to cup his daughters calves and hold her steady.

His wife, also wearing a hat (but a visor, if I remember correctly) has her hair in loose pigtails (not braided, just chillin) and a pink top with horizontal stripes decorating it. The top clinches high at the chest, under her cleavage, and drapes. It was flowy, but it was still obvious she was pregnant.

So, at this point my brain hadn’t registered who I was seeing. But this is everything I can remember in that split second of observation.

I turned back to my friends to say something defending Team Valor, and then paused. I did a double take. They were still walking towards me, the two adults strolling casually down the small decline in elevation as the street slopes a bit towards the water. I try not to stare, but every fiber in my body is screaming “YOU KNOW THEM.” when It finally clicks that this is the man that I have been watching on TV since I was 7 years old, I gasp, unable to really breathe, and look back to my friends, quietly explaining who just walked by us.

“GO TAKE A PICTURE WITH THEM! IF THEY ARE THAT IMPORTANT TO YOU, GO!” My friend coleen stage whispers harshly until I finally muster the will to launch myself out of the outdoor seating of this pizza place and I jog as quietly as I can until I am caught up with them. At this point, they are across the street in front of a restaurant called “The Arms Reach” right in front of the end-of-street roundabout that is encircled by a brick pavilion and stone ledge overlooking the cove and providing a spectacular view that you see in my picture. They are approaching a black SUV that is parked in the last street parking spot in front of the restaraunt.

Now, I had to just watch, because if they were going into the restaurant to eat I wasn’t going to bother them. But suddenly jensen pulls car keys from his pocket and I see the headlights flash. They’re getting in the car to leave, they are on the sidewalk, they’re not in a rush, I don’t think I’ll be bothering them too much if I go introduce myself.

Jensen, holding a sleepy JJ, rounds the car from the back, going around the trunk to open the door behind the passenger seat. Danneel was following him, probably to help strap her in, when I reached them. I came around the car the same way they did but with a much larger berth as to not really invade their personal space, I didn’t want to freak them out especially when they had JJ with them.

“ Um, excuse me?” I was shaking in my boots 100% running on pure adrenaline and I gave a little finger wave as Danneel turned around. She had a little smile on her lips, reserved. I could tell she was sizing up whether I was going to start screaming and crying and throw myself at her husband lolol.

Danneel had an auburn eyeshadow on. I remember that clearly, which is funny.

Anyway, danneel goes “hi!”, and this makes Jensen turn around, JJ still in his hands, and I just kind of go for it. I introduce myself and say hello to all of them. “ hi JJ!” I say very gently and give her a cupped hand wave “she’s beautiful!” I tell them. Jensen smiles. Eye crinkles. I die.

Then, I pretty much: “I just, I don’t want to be a bother and I know you’re having family time, so this will be quick but I just needed to tell you that you’re all amazing and wonderful, and mr. Ackles (ues i called him Mr. Ackles LIKE A DWEEB) I’ve been watching this show since I was 7 years old, and now I’m turning 19 -” jensen gives a little snort of laughter- “God sorry not to make you feel old or anything!!!!!”- now danneel chuckles a little bit AT HIM (I die again) “but I just wanted to say you’re so talented and just thank you so much, and would you mind maybe taking a picture with me?”

So jensen says “well thank you, that’s very kind, and absolutely!” And he goes to put JJ in the carseat behind the passenger seat and leaves Danneel to buckle her in. Thats when JJ says, in the cutest little voice :“Daddy, who is thaaat?” And jensen tucks her legs into the leg grooves and just goes “oh, she’s just daddy’s friend” (again, my heart exploded and I saw jesus) Now, until this moment, I had been a little busy trying to form words, so I had forgotten that Danneel was pregnant. But then, watching her go to buckle in JJ it was once again obvious that she had quite the baby bump. Nothing huge, but she was at least a few weeks in to the second trimester.

My eyes are locked on her as jensen Ambles towards me (and yes, he really does walk bowlegged still, God save me) and he is approaching me on my left, and he removes his sunglasses and flips his hat backwards, and insists that we take the photo “so this view”- he gestures to the trees and cove-“is in the background.”

“Yah, It’s so beautiful,” I agree. “Thank you so much” and so he slings his arm around me and I’m trying not to cry and he just smells like sandalwood and Denali old Spice and I’m looking at the camera and we take a few pictures and I thank him again, i ask him to tell jared I said “Hi” and I look back at danneel who is now standing in the passenger space with the door open, smiling, waiting for jensen before she climbs into the car. I look at her belly, I look back at jensen, and he sees me stare a little bit and he goes to say something - and because I know jensens tells from years of convention panels and videos, I know he’s starting to feel a little hesitant, and just as he starts to say something I simply wave a hand and go “I won’t say a word.”

The relief on his face was palpable, and he nodded, said a thank you and a goodbye, i called after him that “BTW, MISHA IS STILL MAD ABOUT THE LIVESTREAM” (which made him laugh again) and climbed into the car. Coleen and I ran back across the street, me waving and wishing well. As soon I got to the other side of the street I started jumping up and down and running back up to our other friend Eddie at the pizza place. But soon my brain exploded and I just fistpumped and laid down on the sidewalk, thinking they couldn’t see me.

Two seconds later, the car rolled by and I saw jensen staring at me on the ground and he had eye crinkles, laughing at me. I died for the final time.

And that’s it folks. Now you know the whole story.

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dc + batfam aesthetics || jason todd – birthday August 16th

the Anemone; on a darker note, it indicates fading hope and a feeling of having been forsaken. On a positive note it symbolizes anticipation, something dear to your heart that you dream of.

the Peridot; in ancient times, it was said that a dream about peridot foretold impending danger.

happy birthday u nerd!
Share of Eternity – Feysand Fluff

Thank you so much for all the support from my Feysand Headcannons! Since it reached over 400 notes, I decided to write a fic. about some of them. The is the first Fic. I have ever written so bear with me here (and excuse my grammar). Hope you enjoy :-) 

 It was a vivid night. I gazed at he stars as we walked through the crowded streets of Velaris.

 It was such a relief to see people in the streets, laughing and dancing together, no longer huddled inside their houses in fear of a another attack. It has been a long while since we were able to have a night like this, we deserve it. We all fought bravely against Hybern, who had terrorized and killed countless innocents. But I wouldn’t think about the war, not tonight. Tonight is intended solely for joy and celebration.

  Sensing my thoughts through our bond, my mate’s grip around my hand tightened, he looked at me with a concerned look. I sent only love and joy down the unbreakable chain between us, I gave him a tender smile as we continued to walk down the cheerful streets of the Rainbow. My mate, my equal. That love filled my heart again, making me want to combust in happiness.

 He let go of my hand and wrapped his own around my waist, gently pulling me closer to him. My left side was pressed against his fine black tunic that accentuated the broad muscles of his torso. I laid a hand over his chest, leaning into him.

 “Indeed, it’s a lovely night, Feyre darling.” He purred.

 “And we are also late,” I countered.

 “I know,” He inclined his head against mine nuzzling my neck with his nose.

 I arched my neck and focused on the feeling of his lips so close to my skin, as if in answer Rhys laid a small kiss where my neck connects with my shoulder, my skin had already begun boiling. With my heart beating faster I arched my neck farther, allowing him to have better access to the delicate skin there.

  I didn’t care that we were in public and people were watching,  just as I didn’t care we were not even watching where we were going. I needed him. Now.

 He leaned further into me, I raised my other hand to caress his black ebony hair. His lips parted, around my main artery, his tongue just slightly brushing–

 Someone cleared their throat from behind us, making us both snap back to reality. “We wouldn’t be late if you two didn’t take so long to get ready,” Said Mor.

 Her hair was unbound allowing her golden curls to drift in the wind, she was finely dressed in a pretty red dress that complemented the red on her lips, and hugged her curves tightly. She looked stunning. Which I guess is why Azriel couldn’t take his eyes off her.

 Rhys smirked from my side. “I can’t help it if my mate looks absolutely delicious when she is dressing.”

 My cheeks warmed at the memory of him ‘helping’ me dress.

 Mor just grinned and rolled her eyes. Stepping closer, her hand found Azriel’s. She grazed a thumb down his scarred, mutilated hand and he smiled. Since he and Mor confessed their feelings for each other, Azriel smiling became a more common occurrence. His shadows seemed to lighten and his overall posture became more content.

 Around us the night reigned on, the streets filled with music and light, the colours of the Rainbow seemed more lively than ever. Occasionally, a citizen would stop and greet us, their High Lord and High Lady, and we would kindly smile back.

 The night’s breeze blew against my gown’s skirts, making them float in the wind. I wore a simple dark blue top, short enough to expose my midriff, and flowing chiffon skirts of the same colour. I bore silver jewelry, embedded with bits and pieces of sapphire that sparkled when the street lights caught them in the right angle.

 We finally reached our meeting point, I could already see a bulking form and a small delicate wisp against the light. Cassian and Nesta, bickering just outside the restaurant’s door. Cassian was casually dressed, unlike Rhys, for once out of his fighting leathers, his siphons still gleamed against the city light reminding everyone of the power he held inside.

  Nesta was a sight to behold, she wore a orange rayon dress that strapped around her neck in a golden clasp leaving her back visible, the fabric hugged her curves while still making her skirt flow gracefully around her. No doubt a high end article from one of the shops in Velaris.

  Cassian could barely concentrate on their argument, his gaze drifted from her eyes every once in awhile. Knowing how Nesta affected Cassian, It was a miracle he was still left standing. I surmised this was her way of revenge for some kind of argument they might have had earlier.

 Although they are mates, they still clash against each other. I didn’t think Nesta’s sharp tongue and Cassian’s fiery temper could ever truly be suppressed, but now they fought without aggression. Anger and rage no longer lingered in their eyes when they argued, that was long ago replaced by love and care. Even when they argued I knew Cassian would never hurt my sister, and I knew my sister did not have space in her heart for many people, but Cassian would always have a place there, along with me and Elain.

 Noticing our arrival they turned to face us.

 “What took you so long?” Nesta puffed.

Rhys and I exchange glances, grinning at one another. Cassian lifted his eyebrows in question and opened his mouth to say something. Rhys was quick to shoot him a glare, and Cassian thought better of if, closing his mouth with a knowing smirk.

 Nesta groaned her impatience. “If you knew you were going to be late, then you could have at least have warned us,” at that she turned around, dismissing us and heading inside.

  We all moved indoors, the restaurant was fairly busy tonight but we still all managed to fit inside the little waiting room. The owner nearly jumped from behind the small stand with the waiting list to greet us. She kissed each of us in the cheek, as always. It took a while for Nesta to grow accustomed to the familiarity of Velaris, but she ultimately liked it, finding comfort in it.  

  Albeit Rhys insisted that we waited in the waiting list like everyone else, especially on a busy night like this, she urged us to sit at our usual table in the edge of the restaurant, where we could still smell the spices coming from the inside while gazing at the stars and the festive streets of Velaris.

 I sat beside Rhys on the side of the table that was perched outside, Az and Mor sat in front of us, Nesta took the seat beside me and Cassian the seat in front of her. I spreaded my napkin across my lap and turned to Nesta.

“Any news from Elain?” I felt the whole table still, at the mention of my sister. Even Azriel’s shadows seemed to have wavered. Touchy topic with Nesta.

Nesta paused, “No. No news. For all I know, she is still dallying with her mate in Spring Court,” she said sharply.

 It had been a shock when Lucien was crowned High Lord of Spring when Tamlin had neglected his people to aid Hybern, and had eventually been defeated. But the biggest shock was when Elain announced she would be staying in Spring Court with her mate instead of coming back with Nesta. It took a long, long, long time for Nesta to finally come to terms with our sister’s wishes, she is finally able to hear her name without wanting to go back and drag Elain here personally.  Nesta respected her wishes, but I don’t think she will be truly over it any time soon. I didn’t have to see it to know Cassian was gripping her hand under the table.

 The owner came back to our table with a stack of menus propped at her waist. She weaved around the table, handing them out to us one by one and paused before Rhys.

 “Would you like the special menu?” she asked him even though she already knew the answer, as did I.

 Rhys smiled “You know I always love to pick from your exquisite special menu,” he said.

 The owner blushed as pure satisfaction filled her eyes, “Of course,” she said handing the menu to him.

 Ever since I accepted the mating bond, I always felt a spark of adoration down the bond whenever Rhys ate soup. It wasn’t long before that was the only food he would order when we dined in one of Velaris’ many restaurants. The owner must have noticed that, because she so cleverly assembled special soup menu, filled with all sorts of soup,  just for him.  One day, she just presented it to him, I  felt his joy rolling down the bond when she did.

 The owner took our orders and strolled to the kitchen. The night was more alive than ever now. There were a few street performers just outside the restaurant, close enough that we could hear the melody from our table. Since the war had ended, and I officially became High Lady, I had the pleasure of visiting many other courts. From all the music Prythian has to offer, the Night Court melodies will forever be my favourite. The rise and fall of the notes as the crescendo took over the melody, marked each and every piece played on our signature  violins, made of black oak ingrained with small freckles of sparkling rock, so it looked like the night sky.

 It didn’t take long before our food arrived, made with special care. Rhys sighed as he sniffed the smell coming from the warm noodle soup he ordered. Across the table Cassian was already draining his second glass of wine and pouring himself another one, Nesta scowling at him to mind his manners.

 The owner remained at our side long enough for Rhys to take a sip. “How is it tasting?”

  “Absolutely remarkable– as always.”

 She looked fulfilled, and it was no lie, her cooking was truly remarkable. I remember the first time they took me here, I had never tasted food so amazing.

 The owner left the table leaving me and Rhys smiling at each other more content than ever. Across from us Mor and Azriel seemed just as content as we were. I noticed how Azriel’s eyes had not left Mor once, as if he could still not believe that she was his. Everytime Mor caught him looking she would take his hands in hers and kiss them until he was back again, until he was sure that it was real. I could relate though.

 I remember how hard it was for me to let go of the misconception that I shouldn’t be with anyone after Tamlin. And I also remember how it felt after I let go of that, to finally allow myself to imagine a future with Rhys.

 Love poured down our bond, coming from Rhys. I turned my attention to him and was met with a sweet gentle smile, the one that made his face light up, and my heart sing in awe.

 From there the conversation kicked off. I finally felt secure and happy. No more threats. No more war. No more death. For the next long years to come we would live peacefully, that though finally seemed to sink in.  

 We finished up our meal and lingered a little longer until we decided to leave. Rhys  tipped the owner, quite a fair amount I’m sure, and payed the bill for everyone else, ignoring our friends’ protests, and we all left the restaurant.

 We walked down the street along the river. Mor and Azriel were holding hands, grinning like love birds. Nesta had quieted down, she sayed close to Cassian leaning her head against his shoulder, goosebumps on her arm, from the night chill. Cassia pulled her closer and ran a hand down her arm in an attempt to warm it.

 We were almost at the bank of the river when Mor blurred out “Who want’s to go dancing?”

 Cassian and Nesta exchanged looks, Nesta grinning at him.

“We’ll go,” He said.

 Nesta turned to me. “Coming?” she asked.

 Rhys didn’t have to ask to know that I didn’t feel like it. Overtime, I came to cherish these moments we spent together, just the two of us. Not that we didn’t go dancing and drinking, which we did, a lot.

 “You guys go ahead. We’ll stay,” He said

  They were already on the other side of the street when Rhys called back. “Oh, and Nesta?” she whipped her head toward him “Don’t let him get too drunk,” He said with a smik, she laughed and rolled her eyes. We watched them walk away before Rhys dramatically offered me his arm, which I took, and we began walking again.

 The night grew quieter as we did. The streets started emptying out, people either going home or inside some pub or restaurant. We walked along the riverbank until Rhys paused before the railing to admire the view, a blank mournful expression took hold of him.

 And I realized.

 We were in the same spot his sister loved. He claimed his father had to yank her from here, from this city. So much has changed, and yet nothing has. I could feel the guilt and desperation, the mourning and torturing thoughts down the bond. He was thinking about her, how he failed to save her, how that beam of light he swore to protect was ripped away from him.

 “Rhys,” I said quietly.

 He looked at me, pain filling every corner of his eyes. I placed my hand above his from where it sat on the metal railing.

 There was nothing to be said. There were no words that could soothe his pain. So I sent him loving stokes, ones that ensured him I understood. I gripped his arm leaning in to him and gently placing my head on his shoulder.

 From the shore you could see the townhouses on the other side. The water and sky were so dark, the stars were seamlessly reflected on the water. Every single one of them glowed against the Sidra, making it seem as if it were the contents the Cauldron used to form our skies. There was barely a line separating them at all, the water and night blended together in a way that seemed infinite. Together we stood there, gazing at our share of eternity.

2

I was in Barnes and Noble at The Grove in LA today, when I saw Dan and Phil coming up the stairs. My immediate reaction was OH MY GOD and I started to speed walk towards them. They disappeared into a door that said ‘Employees Only’ before I could get to them, so I started to thumb through the books around the door in order to not look like a stalker. A member of staff told us that they had left the building through a staff exit and I thought that I’d missed my chance to meet them, so was (as you’d expect) rather sad. I looked out the window hoping to see them and after a few tense minutes, lo and behold, they were walking down the street. I just said ‘THAT’S THEM’ and ran down the three flights of stairs to the street and ran after them. I caught up to them and said ‘Phil?’ in a voice which I was surprised he could hear, and he turned around. I must have been doing a fangirl face because he was like ‘Dan get over here’ before I even said anything. They started saying things like were like ‘Hello! Would you like a picture?’ So I got out my phone and they started laughing and asked if I had their case (I have the ‘phansplosion’ case) Dan said 'I have really long arms so I can take the pic’ and then he stopped and said 'Wait I’ve gotta fix my hair’ and they simultaneously said 'Fringe check!’ and laughed. They took 2 photos and were about to leave, but I said 'Would it be awkward if I ask for your signatures?’ (which is an awkward way of saying can I have your autograph) So they were like 'Yeah of course’ but then I couldn’t find a pen in my bag, and this really pretty lady who was with them let me borrow her pen. I put my shopping bag full of books down to get my journal out of my bag and it started to fall over, but Dan straightened it up while I was rootling through my bag. I got out my journal and some leaves started to fall out and I said 'Oh no I’m pressing leaves sorry’, and Phil asked where I was from and I replied England, and they said that they’d thought so. Dan asked if I had gone to Vidcon, but I said that I hadn’t because the tickets had sold out. He proceeded to tell me that he was glad that he’d met me then. Phil checked that he was spelling my name correctly and said 'So it’s Natasha with an a-s-h-a?’ and I said yeah. He signed it then gave it to Dan and they were laughing and saying 'Ah no we wrote Phil and Dan! It’s the wrong way round!’ We said our goodbyes and I returned the pen, and returned myself shaking to the bookshop. They were so wonderful to me and I haven’t stopped smiling since! Thank you danisnotonfire and amazingphil, I couldn’t have chosen any better people to look up to!

guys swear up and down that they’re tough shit and that you don’t wanna get caught up in the streets with them, but won’t be honest about their feelings towards a girl they’re not feeling ‘cause they don’t wanna hurt the girl’s feelings or if they are feeling the girl, they don’t wanna look soft. what a fucking joke lmfao. if you’re so tough you wouldn’t give a fuck about feelings or what other people think of you. foh

anonymous asked:

Could you do a super cheesy Will asking Nico out? But super romantic and adorable? I also wanted to say I absolutely love your fics

Anon 2: Hey, is there any chance you could do something really fluffy and head over heels in love. Where they are walking through a snowy street and maybe go to a warm little cafe as teens again. Ily

Too cute not to use both


Will Solace was a goner. There were snowflakes caught in Nico’s hair, creating a stark white contrast against the inky darkness of Nico’s hair. Will yearned to reach out and brush his hands through the silky locks, but he refrained himself. Call him cheesy, but the way that the soft glow of storefronts shone on Nico’s hair made him look like an angle. The snow in his hair caught the light and gave a soft glow around Nico, made him look warm despite the freezing temperatures that had Will shivering. Nico was oblivious to Will’s staring, and Will preferred it that way. Nico wouldn’t call him weird for staring if he didn’t even notice that Will was staring.

The light of a street lamp caught on Nico’s eyelashes and turned them a brilliant shade of gold. Will had to physically stop, he hand tugging on Nico’s intertwined hand and causing Nico to stop walking as well, turning to look at him with a quizzical look on his face. Directly under the street lamp, the snow in Nico’s hair and the flakes caught on his lashes turned his midnight hair to a dark gold and Will honestly thought he stopped breathing.

“Will?” Nico’s voice was soft and feather light. It was a snowflake falling and catching on the tip of Will’s nose. It was a question, but it was so much more. “Are you alright?” Nico’s warm brown eyes were flecked with gold and with all the hues of gold enveloping Nico, it would be easy to mistake Nico as an angel, or a dream.

Will watched the way the light shimmered and rippled over all the white snow sticking to Nico’s thick coat, and his response got caught in his throat. Will could truly saw that he had never seen anything as beautiful in his life as Nico in that moment. His cheeks and the tip of his nose were flushed red with the cold, his long, elegant hands were tightly bundled up in gloves, one of which was securely held in Will’s own hand.

Thousands of pearly white flakes danced on and off of Nico’s body, clinging desperately for a fraction of his warmth, for a millisecond of safety, before they melted or fell off. Nico shivered once, twice, and a third time before he stopped his feet, sending a large portion of the snow that had sought security on him floating to the ground.

His eyes held a note of curiosity, but also one of worry, and Will vaguely wondered who had done such a thing to make Nico’s nose scrunch up in worry. Nico’s soft face wasn’t made to hold lines of worry. It was made to hold line of laughter, lines of grins and taunts and kisses as gentle and as sweet as a baby’s.

It was then that Will realized that Nico had asked him a question, and Will turned red, not just from the cold. “What?” Nico repeated his question and Will felt himself grin. “Yeah, I’ve never been better.”

They kept walking.


It was 80 degrees outside today and I went to a state park in shorts

It’s almost November 

anonymous asked:

Can i request a soulmate!scenario for oikawa, sugawara, kuroo, and yaku where they only know their soulmate when they see color for the first time when they finally meet them?

totally! i love this au and im really excited to get to write something for it (✿◠‿◠) this was so cheesy oh my god im squealing

Oikawa Tooru was constantly bombarded by his fans. He could not escape them, and they would not give up even though they clearly weren’t his soulmate. He had managed to escape them in the library for a bit and was currently sleeping at one of the tables. You had just walked in, and you were completely exhausted from exams. You noticed a boy sleeping at a table, and decided to join him. A few hours later, Oikawa woke up. He noticed you sleeping across from him and tapped you on the shoulder. You sleepily rubbed your eyes to look up at what disturbed you when your breath hitched and the boy in front of you trailed off midsentence. The both of you stared at each other in silence, the world finally in full color. Oikawa beamed at you. “Hi, my name is Oikawa Tooru, I’m your soulmate.”

Sugawara had never really made a fuss about meeting his soulmate before, but he had a feeling that today would be the day. It might have just been a hunch, but he dressed up slightly better than usual and arrived at school slightly more alert than usual. Throughout the day, Suga sat through his classes, anxious and unable to pay attention. The day passed without any incident, and he began the journey home, disappointed. He was just about to turn onto his street when a cyclist nearly mowed him over. He turned around in shock and almost fell over when color suddenly burst into his vision. You sat on the ground, jaw wide open, clearly also shocked at the turn of events. “Hi!” Suga grinned. “I’m Sugawara Koushi, I had a feeling this would happen today!”

Kuroo tried not to pay too much attention to this whole soulmate business. He quietly watched as his friends met their soulmates around him, and congratulated them as it happened. He definitely didn’t expect to meet his soulmate in such a dramatic way. He was walking home from practice with Kenma and waiting to cross the street when a rollerblader came barreling towards them. They probably would’ve rolled right into the street had Kuroo not been there. He caught them by the elbow and pulled them into a dip, realizing who they were about halfway through. They gazed up at him in shock. “Holy shit.” They whispered. He smirked. “Holy shit indeed.”

Nekoma was finally getting a manager, and Kuroo had put Yaku in charge of processing the applicants. It wasn’t as if he was trying to dump work on him, but as the most responsible member of the team, he seemed like the best person to do it. Yaku was discussing scheduling with the third applicant that day, but every single one of them seemed to have scheduling conflicts! He sighed and thanked the applicant for applying. The next applicant was scheduled to come in ten minutes, so he looked over their form again in the meantime. In the notes section they had written that their schedule was completely empty, and they sounded very capable, and he was crossing his fingers they’d be available. A knock sounded on the door, and Yaku stood up to open it. His eyes were blasted in color as he opened the door to the new applicant. The applicant stared back at him with eyes blown wide, mouth hanging open. “The job is yours.” Yaku blurted out.

New Orleans AU

Before I begin, y’all’s ficlet prompts have been received and shall be written on the morrow. o 3o This AU came to me while I was in New Orleans. It’s set in—you guessed it—New Orleans.

  • Adrien and Marinette, two 20-something year old Parisians, are in the city.
  • Marinette needed a vacation and decided to test out her new passport.
  • Adrien is there to celebrate Chloe’s birthday (she’s turned it into a week long bash of gambling, drinking, dancing, etc)
  • But that’s not really Adrien’s scene, so he ditches the casino and heads to the French Quarter.
  • Decides to get a tour on a mule-drawn carriage and ends up sitting next to Marinette.
  • She’s on the phone with her mother, speaking French. When she hangs up Adrien addresses her in French because wow, what a coincidence!
  • The tour starts and they spend it half-listening, half talking, and eating free praline samples from the cooking school
  • And it’s fun! But it wraps up in half an hour
  • Then Marinette gets embarrassed and asks if Adrien remembers the way to Emeril Lagasse’s restaurant because she’s terrible at directions
  • So he walks her there. They end up having lunch. Then they just freaking spend the entire afternoon together
  • but rather than giving each other their real names, they introduce themselves as Ladybug and Chat Noir
  • Chat Noir has to get back to the casino, but he asks Ladybug if she’d like to meet up again the next morning. She says yes
  • The next day they meet at the statue of Jefferson and off they go!
  • They do all sorts of things like try on masks, wait in line for an hour in the hot sun just to get beignets, and take a river cruise on the Natchez
  • But alas, Adrien must get back to the birthday girl, and finds himself reluctant to part with Ladybug
  • Then just as he’s leaving, she says there’s a graveyard tour she wants to go on the next day but she’s too scared to go alone. Insert “I’d be more than happy to accompany you, my Lady *Chat Noir flourish*” here.
  • Day Three of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Misadventures in New Orleans!
  • Only this time they get caught in a sudden thunderstorm
  • So picture them running down the street for shelter, laughing and having the time of their lives and maybe holding hands and Marinette shrieking because wow that thunder is loud!
  • They find a stoop to shelter on, but they’re already soaked and giddy and whOOPS THEY’RE KISSING
  • Adrien, who is both a Disney princess and a virgin, really really likes this girl
  • but Marinette is hesitant to give out her real name and wow, way to make Adrien think he’s just a vacation fling and break his fragile Disney princess heart, Mari
  • Not so happy parting this time
  • Marinette wanders around, despondent. It’s not as much fun without Chat. The city is rowdy and stinky and all the roads are flooded.
  • On her way back to her hotel, she sees Chat Noir… with some blonde chick on his arm.
  • Adrien sees Ladybug seeing him with Chloe and oh boy, this is a misunderstanding. But there she goes, looking suspiciously heartbroken, and he doesn’t chase after her because Chloe’s wasted
  • AAAAAAAAAGONY
  • The next day is Chloe’s official birthday party, a formal affair on the steamboat’s dinner cruise
  • Adrien spends his morning looking for Ladybug and just as he’s about to give up hope, he sees her boarding the street car
  • Tries to tell her that nothing’s going on between him and Chloe but Ladybug is hell bent on getting away
  • so he tells her he’ll be on the cruise that evening, and lets her go
  • MORE AGONY
  • Adrien dresses up in his tux, ignoring Chloe’s orders to stop being a buzzkill on her birthday (she’s concerned, really)
  • Sad kitty on a boat
  • Then he goes for a walk and who should he find but Ladybug, in a beautiful dress of her own making
  • Slow dance to slow jazz AAAAWW YIS
  • “Marinette.” He looks at her. “My name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” Huge sunshine boy smile as he replies, “Adrien Agreste.” “Nice to meet you, Adrien Agreste.” “Nice to meet you too, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”
  • Epilogue: He turns up at her parents’ bakery in Paris and Marinette happily introduces him to them. It’s assumed they’ve been dating for a while. ;)

G’night everybody!

Scripts And Stars - Part 13

Summary: AU: Dan is an actor, auditioning for a new role in a film written by a revolutionary young writer by the name of Phil Lester.

Words: 1.6k (done per chapter)

Warnings: Slight references to depression and homophobia. (+ swearing)

A/N: just fluffy cute relationship stuff i guess. Also special thanks to this loser for helping me draft plots ‘n’ being a loser.

PART 1 HERE // PART 2 HERE // PART 3 HERE // PART 4 HERE // PART 5 HERE // PART 6 HERE // PART 7 HERE // PART 8 HERE // PART 9 HERE // PART 10 HERE // PART 11 HERE //PART 12 HERE

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It feels good to be moving now (Carmilla fanfic)

It feels good to be moving now by uncreativename (for beforetheclonepocalypse)
Rating: T
Words: 3317
Description: It’s New Year’s Eve and Laura just got off her closing shift at work. Heading back to the Silas campus, she misses her bus – but runs into a familiar face.
Pairing: Hollstein

A/N: AU New Year’s Eve fluff! For some context, this is an AU only kind of: Carmilla’s still a vampire, because it’s Silas, but they’re not roommates and only know *of* each other. Laura’s in her second year. 

Written for beforetheclonepocalypse, who was the best Secret Santa (well, one of two best Secret Santas, looking at you, Side Santa, wherever you went) and made me so happy with her anonymous friendship, so I wrote her a gift. :) I never really write fluff, so I hope I did okay!

Thanks again to my wife, who beta’d it. Best wife ever.

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I met Dan and Phil today!

I was in Barnes and Noble at The Grove in LA today, when I saw Dan and Phil coming up the stairs. My immediate reaction was OH MY GOD and I started to speed walk towards them. They disappeared into a door that said ‘Employees Only’ before I could get to them, so I started to thumb through the books around the door in order to not look like a stalker. A member of staff told us that they had left the building through a staff exit and I thought that I’d missed my chance to meet them, so was (as you’d expect) rather sad. I looked out the window hoping to see them and after a few tense minutes, lo and behold, they were walking down the street. I just said ‘THAT’S THEM’ and Ran down the three flights of stairs to the street and ran after them. I caught up to them and said 'Phil?’ in a voice which I was surprised he could hear, and he turned around. I must have been doing a fangirl face because he was like 'Dan get over here’ before I even said anything. They started saying things like were like 'Hello! Would you like a picture?’ So I got out my phone and they started laughing and asked if I had their case (I have the 'phansplosion’ case) Dan said 'I have really long arms so I can take the pic’ and then he stopped and said 'Wait I’ve gotta fix my hair’ and they simultaneously said 'Fringe check!’ and laughed. They took 2 photos and were about to leave, but I said 'Would it be awkward if I ask for your signatures?’ (which is an awkward way of saying can I have your autograph) So they were like 'Yeah of course’ but then I couldn’t find a pen in my bag, and this really pretty lady who was with them let me borrow her pen. I put my shopping bag full of books down to get my journal out of my bag and it started to fall over, but Dan straightened it up while I was rootling through my bag. I got out my journal and some leaves started to fall out and I said 'Oh no I’m pressing leaves sorry’, and Phil asked where I was from and I replied England, and they said that they’d thought so. Dan asked if I had gone to Vidcon, but I said that I hadn’t because the tickets had sold out. He proceeded to tell me that he was glad that he’d met me then. Phil checked that he was spelling my name correctly and said 'So it’s Natasha with an a-s-h-a?’ and I said yeah. He signed it then gave it to Dan and they were laughing and saying 'Ah no we wrote Phil and Dan! It’s the wrong way round!’ We said our goodbyes and I returned the pen, and returned myself shaking to the bookshop. They were so wonderful to me and I haven’t stopped smiling since! Thank you danisnotonfire and amazingphil, I couldn’t have chosen any better people to look up to!

How to be a “echelon” 2015 version

1 - Complain because the band is on a break from… may to august. 

2 - Shannon and Tomo don’t use social media? Assume they’re done with the band. Predict the end of Mars.

3 - Stalk every possible social media of people with a vagina who was seen with shannon or jared the last century. Complain said human beings are shoving themselves down our throats. 

4 - Look at those vagina owner to see if they have done anything related to jared or shannon. Complain because they are the only source of information. Say again they are shoving themselves down our throats. 

5 - Jared and/or shannon are seen with a vagina owner on the street. Say you’re done and you’re out. 

6 - While saying you’re done and out go update your hypocrite supporting page, buy your 74548th vyrt ticket and a vip package to an oncoming show. It’s always a good idea to pretend to be a huge supporter in the light. the illusion of winning something from them is good. 

7 - Insult LLFD as it was the worst album ever created. 

8 - A random person decided to create a fan account for a vagina owner. She’s offending the echelon and it’s jared fault. 

9 - Analyse the last pic where shannon appeared. Conclude his hands are too soft (4D computer screen you have) so he won’t be at the future shows. 

10 - Be very noisy expressing your opinions. this way it’ll look like everybody his hating them. 

11 - Get offended because you’re a fan, who only gets the right to have fan things, while people they personally know gets the right to do get things for free. 

12 - Find new troll conspiracy theories everyday. 

13 - Spread everyday as your life depends on it that every living thing around a Leto is a troll. 

14 - The band keep adding new dates, jared does vyrts, they invent the Mars camp. They speak about a new album soon. You have two options. Say how tired of this era you are it’s time for them to stop and jared should stop pressing the other two into working or you can say despite of it they aren’t invested in mars anymore, what they do it’s not enough and the band will end. Or you can say both things. 

15 - Make it clear you’re very offended because Jared doesn’t tell us the truth about his vagina owner friends. 

16 - complain about what they write on social media and about what they don’t write. make sure they never win.

17 - how does jared dare to be part of a super heroes movie. he sold himself. now he just has time for it and for his female friends. He spends all his time with them. isn’t it two days per month an absurd amount of time? 

18 - How does jared dare to have a life outside of mars. 

19 - how does jared dare to not treat his fans like they are family. He said we were. Our opinion should be as important as his mother’s. Why don’t he shares intimate aspects of his life with us?

20 - Get ready for shannon’s funeral or to visit him at the rehab center. After all he’s not been tweeting. 

21 - Make sure everyone, including your cat knows both brothers only think with his dick. 

22 - If you’ve been here following mars since the stone age, make sure the world knows it. Also let the others know how offended you are for not receiving a special treatment. You should get at least some VIP tickets for free. 

23 - Expect them to hide themselves and their vagina owner friends. God forbid jared of being caught with one of them on the street. It may offend his fans and he should change his life and do as we told. And everyone knows jared depends on the approval of every single one of his fans to have success. 

24 - What do you mean it’s weird when we say a successful 43 years old independent man should do as a bunch of fangirls he doesn’t even know exist demands? 

25 - Jared and Shannon, two grown up brothers who already spend months at a time together haven’t been posting pictures of them together, neither went for a walk in a boulevard full of paps. They are clearly fighting. 

26 - Say shannon won’t show up in the following shows, because you saw it in his eyes on the last selfie he posted.

27 - Say in every relevant tumblr that you’re out of all this, and done with the band because of some vagina owner. Who cares about music anyway. It’s a band we are talking about. And say you’re done at least twice a week during a indeterminate amount of time. And while you’re done keep checking every gossip blog for the gossip news you were tired of. After all you are done and out.

28 - they do 100 things, 99 are good things. let’s focus on the 1 negative thing they’ve done. 

29 - How does jared dare to spend OUR money in deserved things like holidays, cars, a house. Who gave him the right to buy a new big house? 

30 - Never forget. Every wrong in the world IS JARED’S FAULT.