closing postures

2x08 coda because so much happened and my boys need to talk 

Once the others have finally poured out of his home, taking at least part of the nervous energy still lingering against the walls with them, it takes Magnus a few seconds to locate Alec and he feels a twinge of anxiety when he realizes that he’s left the safety of the loft in favor of the balcony. Even knowing he’s undone the spell that allowed his guests’ greatest fears and insecurities to fester, the thought of Alexander alone up there makes him vaguely nauseous, images of Alec’s graceful fall too fresh in his mind, too painful still, for him to bear it. 

If he had been a few seconds late… 

But Alec is nowhere near the ledge now. He’s sitting on the sofa, forearms resting on his thighs and head in his hands, fingers tensed and angry where they’re gripping his hair. 

It’s been a long evening for all of them, upsetting at its best and terrifying at its worst, and Magnus wishes there was an easy way to approach this, a simple phrase that could make it all better for both of them. 

He makes his way the couch carefully, steps loud enough to alert Alec of his presence, before letting his body drop heavily next to him. He links his fingers together between his legs, resisting the urge to touch Alec, to force him to look up so he can try and read his face. Instead, Magnus presses his thigh against Alec’s in what he hopes is a comforting manner. So much happened in so little time and he has no idea where he should even start.

He’s still trying to figure it out when Alec speaks first.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” he says fiercely into his hands.

“Alec-” 

“I’m not,” he repeats and Magnus knows what’s hiding underneath, the guilt and anger of all the times Alec has felt he failed the people who matter the most to him.

“Hey,” Magnus says instead of replying, putting a careful hand on Alec’s body, adding a hint of magic to his touch, warmth and safety against the broadness of his back. “I know what you’re trying to say but that’s not on you.” 

“Yes, it is,” Alec argues, body tense like the string of his bow. 

“It’s on all of us,” Magnus argues, keeping his voice calm despite the anger boiling in his veins. “Shadowhunters, Downworlders…. we’re all going to pay for Valentine’s actions if he’s not stopped.” 

He still can’t quite believe Clary kept her secrets for so long when they all should have been working together to stop Valentine’s plan. 

“I know,” Alec replies, leaning into Magnus’ body for a second before taking his hands off his face and straightening his back. “I know that, but that’s not…” he sighs, frustrated. “That’s not what I meant.” 

It’s been a long time since Magnus has been on the other side of such fervent protectiveness and he shivers a little at the intensity of Alec’s determination, mind flickering to the charm he now carries everywhere. 

“The thought of losing you…” Alec continues, closing his eyes and shaking his head like he’s trying to convince himself that saying whatever he wants to say is okay, is allowed. “I just found you,” he says softly, trying again. “And thinking about what might happen to you…. it’s just… unbearable.” 

“Well now you know how I felt, seeing you out there,” Magnus replies seriously, gesturing towards the ledge, heart beating faster at the sound of Alec’s sincerity. “And I think you know I can easily take care of myself.” 

“I know,” Alec sighs. His eyes wander to the ledge for a second and he grimaces, clearly uncomfortable at the thought of talking about it, but aware that he can’t say nothing, that Magnus won’t be satisfied by that. “I’m sorry if I scared you,” he whispers. “The spell messed with my head, it’s true but I.. I don’t… I don’t want to talk about Clary or Jocelyn. Please.”

Magnus waits for a second, looking into Alec’ anguished face, his closed eyes and defeated posture, and he wishes he could drop it, he really does. 

“You’re not weak Alexander.” 

Alec flinches, trying to move away from Magnus’ body but he’s too quick, moving both of his hands to grip Alec’s shoulders. 

“Letting a demon in,” Magnus whispers directly into Alec’s ear, “feeling consumed by guilt… even failure; none of those things make you weak.”

“Magnus,” Alec begs shakily. 

There are things magic can’t fix, memories that burn deeply within Alec’s core that only time can soothe and no matter how powerless Magnus feels, he has to accept it. 

“Okay,” he whispers before kissing Alec’s shoulder, right next to where his thumb is still digging into the flesh. He lets go slowly, starting to move away from Alec when he feels him grabbing his hand. 

“Thanks,” Alec says, voice small but grateful. “And I’m sorry about tonight.” 

“That wasn’t your fault.” 

“I mean about my mother… and Max,” Alec says with a gulp, eyes wide and sad.

Magnus smiles softly. “I knew what to expect from Maryse when I agreed to throw this party, Alexander. And Max is just a curious child.” 

“Yes but…” Alec hesitates for a second before inhaling deeply and exhaling. “I’m still sorry if he made you feel uncomfortable,” he says after a few seconds, reaching up to stroke Magnus’ temple with a few calloused fingers, stopping in the corner of his eye. 

Magnus feels his smile slipping and he wishes he could hold on to it, wishes he could pretend for a few more seconds, but he feels exposed, cracked open, and Alec has already taken a peek at the rawness inside. 

“I’m more worried I made you uncomfortable,” Magnus admits in a small voice. 

“What?” Alec frowns, looking sincere and offended and isn’t that the most incredible thing. “No, no. You could never make me uncomfortable,” he says vehemently. “Not for that,” he adds softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss in the corner of Magnus’ eyes. 

Magnus leans into the touch, appreciating the warmth of Alec’s body against his, the warmth of his reassuring words. 

“A lot of people have been,” he admits and he wasn’t planning on saying that until it slipped right out of his mouth. He can feel Alec exhale against his skin, heated and tickling. 

“I can’t imagine how,” Alec replies and Magnus turns his head to face him, letting the glamour drop easily. Alec gasps in response, a tiny thing that doesn’t sound disgusted or overwhelmed. “You’re so…” he smiles, cheeks reddening. 

“So what?” Magnus asks, curious now that Alec’s face is painted with embarrassment. 

“Kind,” he replies like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“Oh,” Magnus says in a small voice and he has been called many things in his lifetime but he’s rarely been called kind, even if he’s always tried to be.

 “Clever,” Alec continues, hazel eyes bright with intensity. “Beautiful. Powerful.”

“Alright,” Magnus chuckles, putting a hand on Alec’s chest to try and stop him.

“I just mean…. that it’s another part of you and there’s isn’t a part of you I haven’t liked so far.” 

“Oh Alexander,” Magnus teases, a hint self-deprecating, “that will come.” 

“And I’m looking forward to it. To get to know all the parts of you that fit with me and all the parts that don’t… and all the ways we’re gonna work to be together despite those.” 

Alec clears his throat and lets his gaze wander to where their legs are still touching. He starts fidgeting like maybe he didn’t mean to reveal this much and Magnus is almost glad that he broke their eye contact because it gives him the time to blink a couple of times and stop himself from crying. 

There are so many things that Magnus could say, so many feelings intertwining in his chest. Instead, he grabs the lapel of the suit he carefully chose for Alec and drags him into a bruising kiss, swallowing the way Alec sighs and moans so beautifully. 

They’re still pretty lucky, despite it all. 

Business and Pleasure - Part 19

Summary:  Bucky AU. After a major deal falls through, your father’s business almost falls apart. In a desperate attempt to save his livelihood, he seeks the help of his oldest friend, George Barnes, who happens to be the CEO of one of the most influential businesses in New York. He agrees, but on one condition. You have to marry his son.

Word Count: 2,418

Warnings: Swearing


Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell


It was just like any other normal Saturday night. At least it should have been. You were snuggled up on the couch with Bucky, watching a new horror movie (at Bucky’s insistence), a bowl of popcorn resting on top of your belly, which seemed like it never stopped growing over the past few months.

You gripped Bucky’s hand tightly as the suspenseful music picked up again, signaling that something was about to happen. Your every last nerve was on high alert, which seemed to amuse your husband. You never did understand his odd fascination with these horror movies, but you decided you’d humor him this time. After all, he had agreed to watch the musical with you last weekend even though you knew they weren’t his favorite. It was the least you could do.

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Darling

Crossposted to AO3

In the East Hall, the Gentry are called Takers-And-Givers. Marie had her best 2B pencil stolen only to find three packs of pencils - different hardnesses, sizes, colours - in her room that evening. Charley’s bottles of milk were stolen in the first week of term but now their whole flat gets weekly deliveries of dairy far better than any bought at the local shops. Sanjeet’s flowers were decimated a week before Valentines, but now they’re the best and brightest blooming flowers on campus.

First they Take and then, later, they Give, something of equal or more value. No one seems to know how or why, it just is, until the new kid arrives in halls - a late transfer, some incident at their last uni dogging her steps, giving her haunted eyes and probably-nightmares and arms clutched close around her chest whenever someone looms too close. 

When people ask, she says to call her Ravenna. That that’s not her name, but her actual name isn’t one she trusts anymore, that it makes her feel unsafe in her own skin. So everyone in the Hall calls her Ravenna, or, sometimes, Blackbird if they know her well enough, and give her space.

She hates beyond hate to be touched.

Marie sees her one day, within touching distance of one of the Takers-and-Givers often seen around East Hall. They go by Darling - an odd moniker for a six foot creature with a greenish cast to their skin and a bird’s nest of hair, but no one would ever dare say anything to them. They stand just within arms-reach of Ravenna, watching down at the short girl with half-narrowed eyes.

“I don’t want to be afraid,” Ravenna is saying. “I'm sick of it. They say you can help with that, that you can take something away and give something in return. Can you take away my fear?”

Marie almost bolts down the hall to Ravenna, almost warns her against making a deal with the Takers-And-Givers, almost warns her against even mentioning the distance they are from normal but Darling only smiles gently, politely, not the predatory way they had when Marcus from Sumner’s Hall had tried to strike a bargain.

“No one can take your fear,” Darling says. “It’s yours. But if you give me a taste of it then I will give you protection when you are fearing.”

Marie starts backing down the hall, back towards her room, but she still sees Ravenna pause, nod, and go completely rigid as Darling bends their head to gently kiss her.

A wind blows down the hall, smelling of chickens and straw and Michaelmas daisies and Darling is vanished.

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A body language analysis of Keith and Allura’s scenes in season 2

I sat on the fence a bit about posting this, but I’ve now been asked by multiple people to do a body language analysis of the Keith & Allura interactions in S2, so here it is. If you watched the scenes between them and thought “why does this look so flat and awkward, why is there no chemistry” - consider this an explainer. A lot of the awkwardness has to do with body language and facial expressions, which I’ll break down below. I’m going to talk about two things here: firstly, Keith and Allura’s little side-quest in 2x06 ‘The Ark of Taujeer’; and secondly, the hug between them in 2x12.

PLEASE NOTE: this post is pretty transparently anti-ka//ura. It’s basically a run-down of reasons why I think there’s no chemistry between Keith and Allura and why I don’t think their scenes together are romantic. If you ship ka//ura and for some reason decide that hate-reading this post is a good use of your time, please don’t @ me in the replies or clog up my inbox with “well, actually…” because I’m not interested. You’re not going to convince me I’m wrong about this so don’t waste either of our time.

Let me preview this analysis by pointing out that Voltron is an animated series. This means that every scene is carefully storyboarded and then hand-drawn one frame at a time. Character expressions, body language, behaviours, and positioning are all carefully planned out. This means any awkwardness in the scenes is a result of the story telling process; it can’t be blamed on 'bad acting’ or the actors 'not having chemistry’. The scenes exist as they do because they were designed to look that way. Non-verbal cues such stance, posture, and facial expressions are all used to convey character emotions and feelings, so you can tell a lot about what’s going on with characters by looking at their body language. That said, let’s get on with the analysis.

Behind a cut because this is pic-heavy and long.

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Awakened-Chapter 8

Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier. You are part of the Avengers and dating Bucky Barnes. Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha. When you catch them in the act, things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with similar powers to Jean, only with Immortality thrown in.

Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader

Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.

Waking slowly, the lingering affects of the drug throwing you off kilter. Mind foggy with confusion, and the voice in your head whispering Logan’s name, the deep lingering longing settles like iron in your bones. You don’t understand it, not yet.

Turning onto your back, you contemplate the man in question.

His eyes are closed, posture slumped, slouched over in a chair at your bedside. It certainly can’t be comfortable, but his arms are crossed and he seems to be sleeping. He confused you.

You had an… intense relationship in the past.

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Sneak Peek

So I, much like many, are super in love with how geeked Emma is that Hook asked her to marry him. That girl is GLOWING. However it wasn’t all good and it bothered me for a couple reasons. 

#1- She’s standing there telling Snow “I have all I can deal with dealing with this Gideon situation and I just don’t think I can handle anything more.” She’s saying “My plate is full. My plate is SO full that I cannot add the wonderful thing that I’m so happy about to it.” Yet in walks Regina and her response to Emma’s declaration is, “Well you’re gonna have to.” Why? Why does Emma have to?You know why the Evil Queen is running around creating havoc? Because you used a serum and took her out of yourself and released her on the world. So now Emma needs to deal with her? Really. Honey, just clean up your own mess. Emma’s a little bit busy trying not to be killed by your former mentor’s lunatic son. (Shall we talk about how BOTH of Rumple’s kids have tormented Emma?) She needs to put aside her quest to NOT DIE because you can’t deal with the consequences of your actions? I get it, she’s the Savior. But you’re SUPPOSED to be her friend. You’re not supposed to be one of the ones that are always demanding more from her, even if it costs her everything.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

#2- Am I the only one that noticed Emma’s strained expression after she said Hook proposed. This girl is crazy excited…

but when she announces it and Regina says, “Emma” everything changes. 

Her smile becomes closed, her posture straightens, and the way I look at it she looks guarded and defensive. She’s unsure of what Regina is going to say and seems to be preparing herself to have to defend herself, much like she did when Hook was brought back by Zeus. Emma knows who, and what, Regina is and she knows that for the most part she is focused solely on herself. Much like Snow in the background who had a moment of happiness to focus on Emma but then as soon as Regina came in with another issue of her own making went back to focusing on an entirely preventable crisis. No one goes, “Well we don’t really know what the Evil Queen is up to so let’s continue being happy for a moment and we’ll worry about the rest later.” 

Why Not? || [I.M Smut]

Originally posted by wonkyuns

Summary: 2:30 in the morning with your best friend took a completely new turn when Changkyun acts on your bluff.
Genre: Fluff/Smut
Word count: 2273 words
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“You know, I’m really surprised that you’re awake at this hour.” Changkyun yawns as he enters your bedroom tossing a towel into your nearby dirty basket. Barely acknowledging his statement, you give him a soft hum in response, your eyes never leaving the screen of your phone. You were too engaged in the group chat you had going on with some friends from school. It all began with a project discussion, but had dissolved into a mess of words with a few of your guy friends  talking about a girl who managed to play them all. A common whore who had a way with words and friends who were just too naive to realize who she was regardless of your attempts to warn them. It wasn’t a nice mix, but you were enjoying the drama.


“Jesus Christ your skin is so cold.” You find yourself blurting out as Changkyun lays himself next to you, his bare chest pressed against your arm as his cheek laid against your clothed shoulder. “Go put some clothes on or something.” You instruct despite your palm pressing against the cool of his stomach, patting and rubbing it gently. The weather was exceptionally warm and the temperature of his skin was rather cooling.

“It’s warm. I showered with cold water.” He grins, throwing a leg across your hip, his eyes almost straining to look at the messages in your phone. "Haven’t you heard of pants either?“ He snorts a squeak escaping your lips shortly after as you felt his fingers pinch your bare thigh. “Or a bra for that matter?” He laughs, poking the mound on your chest, making it jiggle. Deadpanning at him, you raised your hand to pinch his nipple, making him moan in pain and roll to the other end of the bed as you resumed your reading, a triumphant smirk on your face.

You and Changkyun had been born best friends. Your moms were both best friends since they learned how to talk. They had managed to survive throughout the awkward teenage years of their lives and now here you two were. Changkyun was a couple months older but that didn’t stop you two from crying to be on playdates and planning birthday parties or studying. One simply wasn’t without the other and it was quite weird for either of you to think about life without the other. The only times you were apart were in your sleep or when Changkyun was visiting his parents.

After your dad passed away, your mother sought a job out of the city you lived and moved once she scored something more comfortable than where you two were. It pained her to have to live away from her own best friend but, they both met frequently to have lunch days or go shopping so she kept herself busy. You on the other hand, you started college  and surprising enough, Changkyun started with you that same year. He claimed to have moved out of his parents house to live on his own, but when his mom called yours crying about him being too childish to live on his own, she took him in. Since then, you two shared a roof over your heads, including your room as your mother thought nothing much of it. You two were like two peas in a pod or joint at the hip. You’d both seen each other in your most vulnerable of moments, both emotionally and physically. You’d seen each other naked a bunch of times and mostly thought nothing much of it. At first you were a little self conscious but, by the second time he’d seen your breasts after blatantly walking in on you after a shower, he barely gave them a second glance and continued talking to you as nothing happened. You figured he was gay anyway.

Needless to say, you both had a completely weird relationship to others, however, to you two, it seemed completely normal.

“I’ll get you back for that.” You hear his muffled grumble come from his place with his face first into one of your pillows.
“Just go to sleep you nerd.” You order, using your foot to poke at his butt cheek. “Turn the light off and just go to sleep. You wrote that entire paper today aren’t you tired?” You asked, reaching over to pet his head affectionately. While you had done the smart thing and progressively done your paper throughout the term, Changkyun had slacked off and managed to procrastinate up until when the paper was due, which was this coming Monday. 
“G'night.” He yawns again as he takes the special teddy you have on your bed to toss it at the light switch, a mix between a groan and a whine leaving his lips as he taps your shoulder.
“Please?” He pouts with his eyes closed earning a heavy sigh from you before you roll over him to get onto his side of the room to touch the switch. “You should do that again. It felt good honestly.” Changkyun chuckles a bit tiredly and you take the open invitation to roll over him again to get to your side of the bed, another groan of pleasure emanating the male next to you.

Resuming your reading and discussion of all the sins the college whore has committed, you slump into position against your pillows, your hand reaching over to tap Changkun’s shoulder to motion him closer.  Regardless of the weather, you weren’t fully at ease until you felt his head rest against your chest and his hand resting across your stomach. Once Changkyun was in position though, your fingers weaved through his hair as you read through the heated texts, occasionally snorting and chuckling at the stupid replies and making a few statements of your own.

“Stop.” You hear Changkyun whine as his hand grabbed your phone, trying to pull it away.
“No, you stop. Go to sleep.” You scold, yanking it back out of his grasp.
“The light from your phone is annoying.”
“You’re annoying.
“Stop, I’m trying to sleep here dipshit.” He complains again as he grabs your wrist.
“Close your fucking eyes then-”
“They are closed, The tapping on your keyboard is annoying too.“ 
"You’re annoying too all the time and you don’t hear me complaining.
"Just fucking stop and go to sleep.”
“Eat my pussy and I’ll go right to sleep.” You roll your eyes at him through the semi darkness and continued your typing. Why couldn’t he just fall asleep quietly tonight like he did every other night? If it weren’t for the fact that you were too attached to him during the night and too accustomed to having him next to you while you were sleeping, you’d play rock paper scissors and one of you would be sleeping on the couch . However, because you began to simmer down just as fast as you got worked up, you began to feel a little sorry for him. Okay, you figured you could have at least turned the tapping sound off, with the petty argument you just had, you could feel it beginning to annoy you too. Maybe you were being a little harsh on your best friend. He was tired after all and he never bothered you when you were trying to sleep.

“Woah!” You let out an alarmed cry as you feel his body slither between your legs, his tongue pressed against your clothed womanhood, dampening the fabric. You immediately feel your lava like blood spread across your cheeks, your body stiffening as you lock eyes with him. “What are you doing?” You ask incredulously, your eyes wide and your heart racketing against your chest as if you were being chased through a cornfield by a murderer. When had he even moved from next to you?
“I’m trying to put you to sleep.” He replies simply as if this was a regular occurrence and his face wasn’t buried between your legs at the moment. 
“Ch-chang-kyun yo-you don’t ac-actually need to.” You stutter out as his lips press kisses against your mound. You didn’t actually think he’d act on your bluff. Then again Changkyun was that kind of unpredictable guy, maybe you should be more careful of your words.
“Oh my god.” You breathe as he pulls the crotch of your underwear aside, the pad of his thumb rubbing against your gradually hardening clit in gentle circles. Goosebumps began blooming on your skin as Changkun’s lips attached to our sensitive nub, his tongue flicking at it in firm licks. You barely had any time to think as the pleasure was starting to turn your bones into jelly. A second wave of heat began to spread throughout your body as your eyes closed, your posture sagging until you were laid flat on your back. Your phone was abandoned somewhere on your bed as your lips parted in a sharp gasp, your body twitching as you succumbed to the pleasure of his warm, wet tongue being dragged along your folds. 

“Fuck that feels good.” You whisper hotly as your hands push your shirt up to expose your breasts, your hands cupping and massaging them before giving your nipples a hard pinch.
“What were you talking about that was so important?” Changkyun speaks up between pressing slow, sloppy kisses into your inner thigh as his fingers teased your now sobbing entrance.
“Class drama.” You manage to rasp out as you force your eyes open. “Ohhh~” You moan in pleasure as his middle finger enters your womanhood knuckle deep, beginning it’s slow thrust into you. You lock eyes with Changkyun just as he smirks, your lower lip muffling any sound from escaping too loudly as it becomes tucked between your teeth. He winks at you before his lips surround your nub once more to roughly suck on your engorged clit. Your back arches off the bed in response to his actions, your hands reaching out to brush the hair out of his eyes once you regain semi control of your body.

 "Remember that chat you refused to be added to in our English class? The boys were talking about that bitch who can’t keep her legs closed.“ You find yourself explaining slowly, almost trying to find the words as your mind was becoming hazed with the pleasure.
"That’s more important than  sleep?” He almost scoffs after moving down some to suck your folds into his mouth. His free hand pulls the hood of your clit back, exposing the tiny nub for the tip of his tongue to press against and tease it in small circles mercilessly.
“aaAAHH Kkukkungie~” You mewl his nickname softly as your body vibrates at his touch, your fingers finding purchase in combing through his hair. 
“Hmm?” He answers lazily in a deep moan of his own as his index finger slips into your core with much ease. 
“Fuck you. You know I like drama.” You curse meaninglessly swallowing rapidly in an attempt to moisten your dry throat. “Oh fuck don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.” You vocalize as your wetness draws his fingers in as if begging for more. Your hips began to buck against his tongue as Changkyun’s hand wraps around your thigh to press down against your hips  as they jerk against his face unsteadily.
The momentum of your orgasm builds on the on the steady increasing pleasure he creates. A third finger slips in, providing the perfect stretch for your walls as his thrusts fasten. With a few last curl of his fingers within you, your head turns to the side, your cheek pressing into the soft heaven of your pillow. A soft moan of his name escapes our lips before it turns into a desperate chant, your walls pulsing against his fingers.

“Stop, stop, stop. Changkyun please.” You beg in protest as your body shakes with your orgasm. With his hands hooked at the back of your knees to keep your legs parted, his tongue finds its way into your dripping hole, gliding in and out of your body with ease. Your fingers knot in his hair as you try to pull him away, but too weak to fight him away successfully with all your strength. Your heart was beating wildly in our chest from your previous orgasm, just the thought of having another one would drive you insane. Changkyun’s tongue laps up your juices with a soft hiss as he pulls away, your legs immediately closing and your ankles locking to keep him out. You roll onto your side in both defeat and relief as he’d given up. You’re left in a heaving mess as your eyes really began feeling heavy.

“Why did you do that?” You question with a soft grunt as he gently smacks your butt.
“Why not?” He chuckles, kissing along your thigh before he lays next to you once more.
“Let’s just go to sleep already. It’s like- what time is it anyway?” He sighs, pulling you against his chest just as you open your phone again. 
“After three.” You yawn, placing the electronic device on your nightstand.
“Hmm..go to sleep.” He kisses your shoulder one last time as his hand curls around your waist. You could tell Changkyun was asleep in a matter of seconds as he began to snore softly. He had fulfilled his part of your ‘bluff’, now it was our turn. Besides, the drama could wait until after you two were well rested..and had talked about what happened between you two tonight..err..morning. One thing was for sure though; Changkyun wasn’t gay at all. 


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Masterlist

UAW

#stiles texting scott about derek probably (tag via raisesomehale; original post)

I saw this and I couldn’t help myself. The pick up line Derek uses is from this installment of the Stiles Pick Up Lines series by teamsciles. Bc it’s been stuck in my head as a go-to bad pick up line for at least a month now lol. Don’t ask why I have a go-to bad pick up line.

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“Dude, no.”

“You haven’t seen him Scott,” Stiles tells his friend over the phone. He’s attempting to use his menu as a partition and peering around the edges conspicuously to make sure Unfairly Attractive Waiter isn’t lurking nearby. He looks as though he could be a lurker. But like…in a good way.

“I don’t have to see him to know that you’re about to get overly attached, completely bomb, and spend the next week on my couch with one of those extra-large pizzas from Antonio’s.”

“That seems like a hasty assumption,” he mutters under his breath.

“Allison is coming home tomorrow, Stiles. I can’t babysit you.”

“You should probably tone on the judginess right now. Allison has literally only been gone for three days, and you’ve been talking like you’re in the Sahara and she’s the last glass of water on the planet.” Stiles pushes the menu down flat onto the table and splays his hand across the center fold. “Also. I resent the implication that I am in need of a nanny when in distress.”

“You’re in need of a nanny on a good day,” Scott tells him flatly. “In distress, you need an entire daycare center.”

“Shit!” Stiles whispers harshly. “He’s coming back, bro. I gotta jet.”

“Stiles! Make sure you don’t say ‘gotta jet’ at any point in the conversation! Stil—”

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anonymous asked:

In the Jibcon pic posted by mooseintheocean i think Jared is just holding a bottle or something to his chest, you can see a peek of it next to the flap of his jacket its blocked by his hands and jacket until u reach his crotch. However I do agree that Jensen had put a leg on Jared while taking the pic you can see the contrasting colours of his pant leg and Jared's leg. However unlike every hat in the fandom i am not a fan of this picture. continued.

remember after this pic the next day there were pics of Jared alone all over the place (Geneva etc)then there was the break down.I have always had a theory that something was wrong btwn the Js from this pic. Jared’s pose was very closed off its like a pose of someone saying *leave me alone* and his SO was trying to sweet talk him. I have always maintained that a fight btwn them triggered Jared’s breakdown and I wonder what the fight was all about. continued

It is never easy when you talk about this with other hats because as much as we are hats and are supposed to speculate objectively most of us are also fan girls. We are unable or do not want to see the Js as people with imperfections like any human being. I wonder what they fought about. My wildest speculation was JDM.  remember in all the pics with jdm JP was either absent or far away from JA. Then jdm left abruptly as his dog was sick or something.  was this story ever verified


Hello, dear anon!

This is the post you mean, am I right? I can’t tell you what I think that peeking object is because I have no idea. A bottle would make sense. It’s kind of in the colour of latte or something. As for the leg, I don’t know. It’s rather in the same colour as Jared’s jacket, so could it be his own knee, covered by the jacket? The picture is of too poor quality for me to determine anything much - which is why I was so intrigued to see @mooseintheocean had ideas!

As for Jared’s “closed off” posture, Jensen implied in his post that Jared was sleeping, cos he was tired. If I’m sleeping in a plane or a bus, I cross my arms or assume a pose much like Jared did in the picture. It’s difficult to sleep while sitting, but it helps when you find a good position for your arms. It might look closed off, but it’s actually a way to protect your torso while you’re sleeping. We might’ve come out of the caves thousands of years ago, but our lizard brains didn’t get the memo (fun fact: men often sleep with their hand on their dick to protect it).

I can’t really agree that a fight between the J’s was the reason Jared took off alone. Have you seen this drop by any chance?

G was present at Asylum and she and Jared went pretty overboard with the PDA. I can imagine this fight happening under such stressful circumstances to be the last straw to tip Jared over the edge. JDM was said to have defended Jensen in this fight and if he left suddenly, I can imagine it being because of the foul atmosphere this fight must’ve created. My apologies, but I don’t really have anything on his departure.

There are many versions of this fight circulating and obviously we don’t know which, if any of them, is the right story, but this one makes the most sense to me. It’s not because I’m deluding myself by thinking that J2 are the perfect couple that never fights, but because this fits with the image I have of the people involved.

Would Jensen have let Jared to wander off on his own if it was a fight between them? Would he have let him go if he knew just how bad Jared’s headspace was? I doubt it. Jensen seems extremely protective of Jared and it just doesn’t make any sense that he would’ve done that.

That said, I realise that none of us fans know the J’s on a personal level and that we could be wildly off on our theories and speculation. I know it sometimes seems as though we’re polishing the J’s image as perfect men, but I’m sure most of us fans know that they’re only human and do make mistakes. Thanks for sharing your theory with me, sweet anon! I hope your day is going well.

Originally posted by stayclassysupernatural

PS: I hope you’ve seen this timeline to Jared’s breakdown by the dearly missed @decodingj2andco

We Intertwined: Ch. 16

An Ignis Scientia Story

Chapter 15 | AO3 | Chapter 17
Word Count: 1,916 

Three weeks had passed since Raine parted for Meldacio and Ignis rejoined the others. There was still more work to be done on the boat, but it was almost ready to set sail. Ignis was starting to worry. Raine kept her promise to call, but as the weeks went on, the calls turned to text messages, and they grew increasingly infrequent.

The guys were camping near the Vesperpool one night when Gladio approached him.

They sat by the side of the fire, a cup of Ebony in Ignis’ hands. He’d been sleeping less, took to drinking coffee in the evenings to stay awake in case Raine called or texted. He didn’t want to accidentally miss her in case she needed him.

“You love her, don’t you?”

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anonymous asked:

Arranged marriage obikin, the first time they meet is on their wedding day as it's a political marriage based on a treaty. Neither wanted this wedding but when they see each other the first time at the altar, both are very attracted to each other. Maybe a ficlet of that moment?

Anakin gave himself the once over in the floor-length mirror. He reached up and combed his fingers through his hair, freeing the tangled knots. He dropped his arms to his sides, craning his neck from side to side looking to at his reflection in the mirror. Face somber, expressionless, Anakin tugged on the lace lining of the coat, tightening it over his chest and buttoning the two golden clasps. The clasps shaped like the flatleaf that used to grace Tatooine’s surface, a painful reminder of what life had been like on the planet before the Sith’s curse. The blonde ran his hands over the coat, breathing out as he felt the onyx threads run up against his palm. The silver and gold beading that trimmed the jacket lightly reflected onto the stone walls of the room he was getting ready in. He pulled on the hem of his sleeves, pulling the shaped fabric further down his arms. A light breeze attracted the young prince to the window, and he approached it, clutching and holding his hands behind his back. He looked out onto the lush green planet that would soon be his new home. Anakin scowled at the peace and beauty that engulfed him. He resented the advice of his Council, resented the tragedies that’d brought him to this moment. He was being used as a political pawn, and he hated it. The idea of an arranged marriage disgusted him. There’d be no love there, no trust. Anakin couldn’t bear the thought of spending his life with someone who was picked for him to further the standing of his country.

Anakin loved his kingdom, he did, and he would have done anything to help them. Force knew they needed it now. They’d been in a drought for decades, their vegetation and water had long become scarce, all because his parents had gotten on the bad side of a Sith Lord. The Sith had killed his father outright, striking him down as he slept, leaving only his pregnant mother to tell the tell. His mother had been a kind soul, always caring for others. She instilled those qualities in himself, too, but he was struggling now. She’d been taken from him by the Blue Shadow Virus while on a trip to Naboo. Anakin need her, he knew she never would’ve let things get this far. He leaned onto the stone opening, his forearms resting under him.

“I’m scared, Mother.” He whispered into the howling wind.

“I know it’s my duty to do this. My duty to the kingdom, the citizens…My duty to you.” He exhaled heavily. “I should be honored to serve Tatooine, I’m just not. To doom myself to a life with no love? How can I do that to myself?” He wrung his hands together, feeling the bones crush against each other. “You told me stories of you and father, how much you loved each other. That’s all I want.” He sighed, his head dropping to rest on his fists.


Obi-Wan stood in the field, the knee high blades of grass swaying in the breeze. The turf brushed up against his legs, as if silently consoling him, trying to quell his fears. He looked out at the flora that graced the whole Kingdom. They had always had wealth on Stewjon, but of late, the problems were coming beneath the surface. Corrupt officials, espionage and treason within the militia- the Kingdom was struggling, and needed the firm hand of another to set things right. Obi-Wan squinted up into the sky, arching his hand above his brow at the blistering sun. He nibbled on his bottom lip, the wind picking up and dropping his auburn locks into his eyes.

Obi-Wan looked out onto the horizon of the land that he’d grown fond of. Orphaned at an early age, he’d been taken in by the widowed King, Qui-Gon Jinn, his family eliminated by the plague. The man had taken him in as his son, educated him, trained him in all ways suitable for a royal. Stewjon had thrived under his reign, loved and trusted by the people. When he had passed, though, seeds of distrust and manipulation were planted, and Obi-Wan had been forced to mature quickly to deal with the problem. The union with Tatooine had been his idea. They were struggling just as much, but they were strong where Stewjon lacked. Their ruler, Anakin Sykwalker, was emotional and brash, but ruled with a strong hand. That’s what the kingdom needed, and it was worth the sacrifice of happiness. According to Qui-Gon, though, love was overrated. Losing it was a devastating price he’d warned Obi-Wan not to buy into. “Love leads to attachment. An attachment, when broken, leads to devastation and emptiness”, the older man had said once, and Obi-Wan had taken it to heart.

The sun bored down onto his fair skin, and he gulped when he heard the sound of the steeple bells in the distance. He fiddled with a blade of grass tickling his fingertips, uprooting it and placing it in his pocket. He dug the toe of his boot in the ground, hesitating for only a few moments before turning and heading to the ceremony.


The scene was set. The chapel had been filled with Council members from both Kingdoms, and the clergyman was present at the altar. Tapestries bearing both house crests with subtly waving in the breeze creeping in through the drafty structure. The candelabras had their waxy sticks lit, providing an intimate aura to the ceremony. Obi-Wan stood facing the bishop and the lectern, his left hand clutching his right, and his head hanging towards the cobblestone. The man sucked in a breath when he heard the screeching moan of the cast-iron door and a gush a wind rush into the cathedral.

The auburn haired man straightened his posture and closed his eyes. Be brave, be bold, he whispered to himself, a murmured prayer to the Force. He turned then, and laid his eyes on his future husband. His mouth parted into an ‘O’, and his eyes raked up and down the man swaggering towards him. The obsidian coat hugged the man in all the right places, and the collared shirt allowed a sneak peak to the sun kissed skin below. The ensemble providing a striking complement to the blonde’s haunting blue eyes. Obi-Wan felt dizzy, breathless almost, and turned back around, his eyes looking for any kind of anchor to stay his emotions.

He felt when Anakin reached him at the front of the little chapel, and he licked his lips. Obi-Wan turned around and offered out his hand to his betrothed. Anakin looked almost hesitant, and he met Obi-Wan’s eyes. Obi-Wan watched as a fluster of emotions flashed across Anakin’s face. Anakin’s eyes settled on what seemed like surprise. Happiness maybe? Anakin reached out and clutched Obi-Wan’s hand, a spark of electricity surging through them. Anakin’s eyes widened, and Obi-Wan’s mouth curved into a smile. The two men turned and faced the official.

“Are we ready to begin?”

Obi-Wan looked down at his fingers- intertwined with Anakin’s, a man he expected to be indifferent to, perhaps even despise- and smiled. An unknown future now ahead.

“Yes.” Obi-Wan stated, plain and simple.

“I think we are.” Anakin finished. A flash of his teeth in Obi-Wan’s direction and a light squeeze on their hands.

Did they believe in love at first sight? They were about to find out.

Flowers - Nicklas Backstrom

Time for another imagine! I really want to thank Alia for the amazing prompt! @carey-price-stuck You are the best. 

I really like how this one turned out, so enjoy!

Warnings: None

Next: Zach Werenski

Originally posted by capsburbs

“Nick?”

“Nicky?”

“Nicklas?”

“Don’t ignore me”

And he did just that. He kept his eyes closed and his posture relaxed, but annoyance was radiating out of him. He knew exactly what you wanted to ask him, and he probably hoped you would give up eventually.

Which you did not.

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Love when there are “how to tell if someone is lying/manipulating you” posts on my dash and 90% of them are things I do as an autistic person

Stuff like not making eye contact, wringing my hands, having a closed-off posture, having to control the tone of my voice, preferring to talk over the Internet… The whole damn list is just a huge presumption that if you don’t act “normal” then you’re lying

Like… Buddy. My whole childhood I got in trouble for things I didn’t do because I couldn’t make eye contact and I laughed at inappropriate times because that’s how my body decided to deal with fear. It wasn’t the greatest tbh

Although can we have a thing where a ~great detective~ accuses someone of being a murderer based on body language during an interrogation and then they’re like “I’m autistic, you fuck. This is just what I do! …Nice work being ableist and letting the real killer get away btw”

Lannister Blues 4

[Here it is! Highly requested and anticipated! Hope you all like it, and strong language warning.]

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Jamie nodded emptily, pretending to listen to some lord that babbled on about agriculture in the east, and the expenses of owning slaves. Jamie couldn’t really care less about either, his focus instead was across the room, where his wife was speaking in low tones with Ned Stark.

A frown settled over her face as Ned finished speaking, and her eyes flicked up to meet Jamie’s, and he was surprised by the sharpness of them. Her scowl deepened and she spoke softly to the Stark, before calmly dismissing herself and striding out of the throne room.

Jamie interrupted the boring man who was still speaking to him, hurrying to follow his wife- who seemed to quicken once she heard his steps behind her. “Y/N!” He called out, and he watched her move more briskly, her bedroom door in sight. Jamie began to sprint after her, catching her just in time to keep her from entering her room. He spun her around and pinned her to the stone wall beside her door. “What’s wrong? Why are you running from me?” He could see unshed tears building in her eyes, and he watched how she avoided his gaze. “Seven Hells, what did he say to you?”

She struggled against his hold, as she always seemed to be doing. “Don’t touch me!” Her tone was venomous and she tried to push him away. A lone tear rushed down her pale cheek, and she took heavy breaths.

Jamie stood firmly, keeping her back against the wall. “I’ll release you when you tell me what’s wrong.” He insisted, worried about what had her up in arms.

Suddenly, Y/N went still, staring up at Jamie with large glassy eyes full of indignation. “Is it true? Is it true that you visit her bed? Is it true that they’re your children?”

Jamie didn’t have to guess who she was talking about. His eyes slid closed, his posture rigid. He drew two deep breaths that seemed to echo down the quiet hallways. “Yes.” The one word was resounding and he watched her heart shatter.

She began to sob heavily, fighting fiercely to get out of his grip, to get away from him.

Jamie felt his own anger begin to stir in his stomach. “The Stark, he told you all this?”

“Let me go!” Y/N pleaded, refusing to answer his questions. “Get away from me!”

Jamie- with much more aggression- pushed her against the wall more tightly, watching as her head knocked against the stone lightly. “Why does it matter? Why does it matter what I did behind closed doors ten years ago?”

Y/N just continued to sob, her eyes squeezed closed as if braced for a strike from him- from her husband.

Footsteps echoed from Jamie’s right, and by the heavy cadence, Jamie could guess who was coming to rescue her.

"Y/N?” Ned Stark called, barely able to see the two figures in the darkness of night.

Jamie glanced to his right, and back at his wife, determining all his options. One of his hands shifted to a dagger strapped to his hip.

Y/N’s hand snapped out to grasp his wrist tightly, preventing him from drawing the weapon. She didn’t know whose life she was saving, but it didn’t matter in that moment. She held firmly, her intense blue eyes locked with Jamie’s greens.

"Y/N?” Ned called again, drawing closer.

Jamie, everything in his body telling him otherwise, released the Tully girl suddenly.

She tumbled into a heap on the floor, hissing one last remark in his direction. “You’re sick. You’re a sick man, Jamie Lannister.” And she scrambled for her door, slamming it shut behind her.

Jamie could vaguely hear the click of a lock as well.

Ned finally reached where the pair had been standing, giving the Lannister a wary glance. “Do you know where Y/N’s gone?”

Jamie nodded slowly, biting the inside of his cheek. “She’s just gone to bed, I’m sure you two can talk in the morning.” And he turned on his heel, abandoning the Stark and his former love.

Originally posted by tyricnlannistcr

anonymous asked:

“i don’t want to go to bed angry.”

Robert wrapped his arms around himself as he watched Aaron fling pillows from their bed, making room to sleep. He usually made a joke about the amount of decorative pillows Robert had put on their bed, but not tonight.

Tonight, Aaron’s shoulders were stiff, his posture closed off. They’d been fighting all day, over small things like Aaron using all the milk before Robert could have breakfast, and then, well it had escalated, Aaron furious when he found out Robert was negotiating a new contract with Home Farm and the Whites. 

“Aaron -”

“What, Robert?” Aaron snapped, yanking his side of the duvet back. “Are you going to tell me I should be happy about this? I’ve heard it all, how it’ll bring in plenty of money for us, and funnily enough, I don’t care. You being involved with that family has always brought us nothing but hassle, and I’m not going through it again.”

Robert shifted uncomfortably, watching his husband carefully. “It’s late, we should sleep.”

“I was trying to.” Aaron practically growled back, getting under the covers, switching his bedside lamp off before Robert could even attempt to get into bed.

In the dim light given by his own beside lamp, Robert clambered into bed beside his husband, a knot of worry in his stomach. “Aaron?” he said quietly, the two of them in complete darkness now, Robert having switched his own lamp off.

What, Robert?”

“I don’t want to go to bed angry.” Robert finally managed to get the words out. They’d been going to counselling for a few months now, marriage counselling, and the one thing their counsellor always seemed come back to is the idea of not going to bed angry.

Not going to bed without letting each other know how much the other means.

Aaron shifted so he was looking at Robert, his face having softened slightly at Robert’s admission. “You are an absolute idiot, but I love the bones of ya. Alright?” he said, his words putting Robert’s worries at ease.

“I love you too.” Robert breathed out, the words bringing him as much comfort as he knew they did Aaron, when he said it. 

“I’m still going to be angry with you tomorrow.”

Robert nodded. “That’s okay.” 

Dinner Party

Mega-short. Also Dad Might. Always Dad Might


“So, Izuku, we were wondering—who was that man in your hospital room yesterday?”

“Hmm? Who?”

“You know,” Ochako stuck her index fingers out, spinning them down in tendrils from her forehead, “long scraggly blond hair guy. With the too-big suit.”

“And atrocious posture!”

“Iida quiet.”

“It’s true.”

Izuku let out a weak chuckle, eyes uncomfortably averted. “Iida has a point. …His posture really is bad.” Izuku found himself locked on All Might’s true form, all sunken eyes and hunched shoulders. He’d been terrified that someone from his class might recognize All Might, but maybe the resemblance was just too far off.

Ochako waited out the silence. She watched the ground as she read his discomfort. “…Was that your dad, Izuku?”

“Huh?”

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The A-Mei-Zing Outback Adventure- Chapter 22

Something was poking her repeatedly in the back and she tried to pull away, keeping her eyes closed and her posture lax. If she kept pretending to be asleep, maybe it would leave her alone. There was a pause, but then it continued, what felt like the tip of a finger curiously prodding between her shoulderblades.

“Stop that,” she moaned, still not moving.

Junkrat hesitantly shuffled closer, hot breath wafting across the back of her neck as he poked at her again with his remaining hand. “You real, darl?”

She draped an arm over her eyes tiredly, feeling the tug of the IV still taped in the meat of her elbow. “Yes.”

Junkrat huffed suspiciously. “Prove it. How do I know you’re the real Mei and not another dream. Say somethin’ only the real Mei would know!”

She had just woken up and it was entirely too early for this, but he was still poking her and not letting it rest, so she searched her still-foggy waking mind for something that would prove that Mei was Mei. She rolled onto her back, looking up at the blurry ceiling. “We were out in the desert together, near the shack. You blew apart a little cliff and made a heart for me. I kept one of the rocks.”

Junkrat was quiet for a long moment and she had thought the answer satisfied him, but he merely muttered a low “Did I?…Yeah. That’s an ace idea. Explodey heart sounds pretty romantic. I mean, seems like something I’d do. Did I do that?”

She sighed. His poor memory couldn’t seem to dig that one up, so she tried for something she knew he’d found more…eventful. “You blew apart the cliff, you made a heart, then you took a bath-”

“Got ya! I’d never willingly take a bath! I knew you wasn’t-”

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