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My D&D game (first session happens on Friday! two days away!) had four players when I woke up this morning, and now suddenly it’s seven? I had to put my foot down and say we’re sticking to four for at least a few sessions because holy crap, man, give me a sec to breathe here, but mainly because we have two people who have never played the game before and both of them were extremely quiet and withdrawn and overwhelmed even during character creation, so throwing a bunch of extra D&D veterans into the mix is not gonna be conducive to getting them to give it a shot.

reasons you think people hate j*nerys: the incest, the “predictability”, because i prefer jonsa, daen*rys being infertile, etc.

reasons i hate j*nerys: jon and daen*rys are two fundamentally different people both politically and philosophically and would therefore never work as a couple, especially considering that daen*rys stands in the way of the northern independence jon (and robb, tbh) has built his life on fighting for for the past six seasons :)

You can hear it in the silence

Sometime in 8th year…

Harry isn’t exactly sure what to think at first.

There are glances across the room. Like nothing has changed. Like everything has changed.

It feels familiar and yet… new.

It confuses him.

It’s not like the hate is suddenly gone. Harry still feels it whenever he looks at him. But it’s different now.

He can’t really describe it. He has tried several times. Ron and Hermione have asked him about it. They’ve noticed something is “off”, as they call it.

“It’s not that we’re not glad you aren’t fighting anymore. There’s been enough fighting,” Hermione had said.

“Yeah, it’s just… weird, you know. Now you’re just staring at each other,” Ron  had added.

Harry sighs as he tries to remember what he told them. It was probably something vague. Because… what Ron and Hermione don’t know… Harry has been meeting him. At night. In secret. They would just sit together and talk. But, Harry supposes, not like other people would.

They each take turns talking, while the other listens. Just listens. There are no interruptions, no judgement. They just each let the other talk. It’s been weirdly therapeutic. And also soothing.

Yesterday was Harry’s turn and after talking about his godson and Quidditch and classes, he also recounted one of his nightmares. He never talks about them with anyone. He doesn’t want to hear what they mean or that maybe he should see a mind healer. He knows perfectly well what they mean. So, simply talking about it, having the opportunity to get it out in the open and out of his system… it’s freeing. Harry also never appreciated before, how much it means when somebody listens, really just listens to him. It is a whole new experience.

As Harry makes his way to the tower nobody wants to go to anymore, he wonders what he will talk about tonight. Sometimes he talks about his mother. Never about his father. Sometimes he doesn’t say anything at all and they just sit there in silence. At first, Harry thought this was a waste of time. But it was in that silence, he realized that something really is different between them. It’s as if something between them has… shifted.

So when Harry sees Draco enter the tower, his body doesn’t go rigid. It relaxes. When Draco sits down beside him and their fingers touch, Harry doesn’t pull away. He welcomes the warmth. When Draco doesn’t say anything, Harry isn’t annoyed. He understands.

It’s in that moment, as Draco lays his head on Harry’s shoulder and Harry puts an arm around his waist, that he knows. He never thought he could be this sure. But he is. He knows.

He’s in love.

And it makes him smile.

4

Major events in the Maygic Gauntlet 2k17, a summary:

  • Henry the birb loses (So does the Alteans and Sanaki)
  • Leo wins for a good reason (Fowl play would have happened otherwise)
  • Robin goes all Grima on Leo (Julia made a valiant effort)
  • Tharja is a beast? Robin throws the game?? (Plegia wins anyway)
  • Robin has a tea shop??? (Nohrian Fear, Altean Smear, Naga’s Tears, etc)
  • Robin slips and Tharja scores a date
  • Everyone needs more orbs

The end


Thank you for reading this! :’)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 are here! 

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Daesung deserved this Dome Tour so much T.T

Utautai no Ballad - D-Lite Japan Dome Tour - Day 2

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Imagine your OTPs
  • Person A: I'm kind of tired of walking.
  • Person B : well if you tried you can always get on my back and I'll give you a piggy back ride.
  • Person A: Okay! * gets on person B' back*
  • Person B: * starts running with person A on their back*
  • Person C: quick person D, let me get on your back!<p/>
  • Person D: Why?
  • Person C: so we can race those idiots, so come on we can't let them win!
  • Person D: .... Okay! *Let's person C on their back and starts chancing Person A and B and all four start racing*

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anonymous asked:

soma either 1 or 3 (i can't decide!!)

1. I have you shoved against the wall but now I can’t stop looking at your mouth 

 3. I just told you I liked you but now I’m shy and say “never mind, forget it” and why are you looking at me like that?

why not both? ;D

ps this prompt has been hijacked by
soul x maka week 2017, day 3: clothes


At first, Maka doesn’t seem to hear you. “What?” she asks, tilting her head up to inspect you with green, green eyes that remind you exactly why you haven’t yet confessed your utter infatuation to her. Dark, stringy locks of wet hair frame her face, like seaweed wrapping around a drowned sailor, like a mermaid caught and captured and pulled from the water, but that makes no sense because you are the drowning sailor, the captured mermaid, the weapon who was stupid enough to fall for his meister.

“Nothing,” you lie, your brief muster of courage deserting you. “Forget it.”

She narrows her eyes at you, which should be warning enough, but somehow you still lose the next half-second of your life. Before you can blink, she’s swung you around like the weapon you are, and your back is slamming against the wall beside the bathroom door with a dull boom.

“Ow,” you try to say, but you’re out of breath, and your meister is yanking on the front of your pajama shirt with one small, strong hand, and her green, green eyes are staring up at you.

But they flicker, and you swear that they spend more time on your mouth than on your eyes, and really, a guy can only take so many accidental passes before he starts getting his hopes up. Your meister is Maka Albarn, you remind yourself— Maka Albarn, daughter of an unfaithful Death Scythe— Maka Albarn, who has all but sworn off romance with men— Maka Albarn, the subject of your unrequited and yet undying crush— Maka Albarn, who currently has you shoved up against the hallway of your shared apartment in only a towel and may or may not be staring at your mouth right now.

“Ow,” you say belatedly, stupidly. Uncool.

If she asked a question while you were struggling with your hopeless attraction, she isn’t repeating it, and now her free hand is sliding along your jaw, and her thumb is stroking your cheekbone, and her breath is hot as it puffs against your lips, and you are so in love with this girl who will never love you back. You know this, you’ve accepted it, but sometimes the harsh truth of it strikes like lightning and leaves you helpless.

“You’re not gonna kiss me, are you?” you ask weakly, thoughtlessly, and now she’s pulling away, her cheeks red, and you can’t help but panic for a second at how she won’t look at you.

You grab for her hand, your fingers tightening around hers in desperation, in some selfish, selfish desire to cling to this moment. She’s not yours, though— not yours to catch, not yours to keep. Let her go, Soul, you think, and you do, your fingers loosening just so. You are the one in Maka’s grasp, not the other way around, and that is how it should stay, because if you ever caught Maka the way she’s caught you, you’re not sure if you could ever let go.

She doesn’t pull away. Her green, green eyes have dropped to your mouth again, definitely for sure this time, and you blurt, “Because, I mean, I wouldn’t mind. If you kissed me. If you wanted to.”

Her shampoo tickles your nose, and you are drawn in, drowning, and she doesn’t pull away, even as you lean forward, just a little. The brush of her lips against yours electrifies you, though, and your heart fails under the shock, because you are absolutely convinced that you’re misreading something, because there is no possible way Maka Albarn would want any man, least of all you.

So you jerk back, and stuttered sorrys fall from your lips like they make their own language, and then Maka Albarn leans up and kisses you back.

I do.

10

(Pssst… guess what today is? :D)

  • Konan: *Descends from the sky on paper wings to beat Sasori into the Akatsuki*
  • Sasori: Oh no, she's hot.
  • Konan: Oh no, he's hot.
  • Pein: ...
  • Pein: Oh no.

TBH when you have an irrational fear of aquatic life/ open large bodies of water and yet you love the prince shark boy.

Originally posted by kazucrash

anonymous asked:

I like to think Munakata deliberately let Mikoto pin him at every opportunity every meeting they did (like being invited to tea at the office? or a clan meet w Shiro & co like at Ashinaka high?) & poor Mikoto is walked in on by accident every single time. Say testing new hand cuffs, key fumbling? Mikoto is oblivious to his many advances. xD

Isn’t Munakata the one we usually see pinning Mikoto in canon though XD Though imagine Munakata very carefully calibrating things every time they meet so that Mikoto will end up pinning him, like either he ‘accidentally’ trips or he makes sure there are obstacles in Mikoto’s way so that he’ll lose his footing and end up pinning Munakata. Mikoto has a general idea that this is probably Munakata’s fault somehow, like he suspects that Munakata’s trying to end up pinned though he’s not really sure why, like he figures Munakata’s trying to make him look like the bad guy or something and that’s why he keeps doing it, that Munakata’s deliberately trying to get pinned because he quite enjoys being pinned by Mikoto does not cross his mind. And of course if Munakata can have a little extra fun with it that’s always a bonus, like Munakata every so often tries to find a good excuse to arrest the Red King (or to at least threaten to) and then oh dear Suoh I seem to have dropped the key to the handcuffs and of course that’s when he accidentally drags Mikoto down with him when he bends down to look for it.

They also tend to get walked in on more often and not, reactions vary from people worrying that the two of them are attacking each other to ‘Captain, don’t do that at work’ (the latter being Fushimi’s response, having walked in a few times too often when the two of them are having a nice meeting for tea. Mikoto doesn’t get why Munakata keeps inviting him for tea though he’s always raising an eyebrow at the disgusted glare Fushimi gives him every time Fushimi walks in on Mikoto pinning Munakata down). The Red clan has similar feelings, Yata walks in on them one time during a fight and starts cheering because all right Mikoto-san show that prissy bastard who’s boss, Munakata finds it rather amusing how energetic all of Suoh’s clansmen are. Kusanagi on the other hand is in the 'facepalm and sigh’ department, like if Mikoto has to pin Munakata at least don’t do it in public. (Also Munakata occasionally likes to flip things and be the one to pin Mikoto, the truth is he really does know what personal space is he just pretends not to because it gives him an excuse to get super close to Mikoto without anyone finding anything odd).

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