Ah I am so relieved that I got to finally finish this and share this with you all! I also want to apologize for anyone who has been waiting on me; thank you for your ‘patience’ (; haha. Thank you and I hope you all enjoy! - M x.

Harry was grumpy.

And he had every right to be, he thought. It started when he was woken up to the sound of your alarm and your body constantly shifting underneath him. He frowned because you didn’t accept his kiss as you rubbed at your tired eyes. “Morning gorgeous,” he mumbled, his eyes blinking so fast as they were desperate to awaken.

His arms pulled you closer to him as he rolls you over onto your back. The vibrations of his deep hums tickled your neck as his lips lazily traced your skin. You laugh at the pecks of kisses that press all along your jawline. “Oh, Button. Dreamed of you all night last night and I want ya’,” he whispers along your collarbone. Your hands find themselves tangled into his hair as you watch him lift his Stones shirt that you wore to bed. A giggle comes from you as he cups your breasts under the fabric, you shake your head as you see the smile that appears on his face. “Babe, we can’t, not right now,” you say, your fingers massaging his scalp as he continues to give you gentle touches with his mouth.

“Why not?” he whines as his mouth continues to give your body wet, hot kisses.

“Got lots to get done today, you know this.”

Harry shakes his head, “Just a few more minutes, Bug. Wanna love on you.” He pulls your body even closer to him. The smile that was planted against your neck disappeared as you start to wiggle your way from his grasp. “Not now, Harry. Maybe after, but we have lots to do today,” you whisper, planting a small kiss on his forehead before you  completely wiggle out of his hold.

He groans as he watches you make your way to the master bathroom, pouting to himself because he couldn’t convince you to stay longer. And by the way you walked so nonchalantly and closed the bathroom door shut, he knew that there was no sign of invitation for him to join you in a steamy shower.

So yes, Harry was grumpy.

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Playing Civ 5

When you decide to play as a peaceful culture/science sort but then the first person you meet is Shaka or Attila or Monty or Genghis or any combination thereof

When someone offers a Declaration of Friendship and IMMEDIATELY starts begging for free luxury resources

When someone inevitably starts plopping down their cities right in your goddamn face

When someone finishes building that Wonder literally one turn before you do

“An Unmet player has lost their original capital!”

When all you can really do is ‘Denounce’ someone you don’t like because they’re too far away to actually threaten

When your Denouncement gets everyone else to denounce them as well

When your rivals end up going to war with each other instead of you

When you win your first war

When you end up an entire tech era ahead of everybody else

When your ranged units finally get that “Range +1″ promotion

When youteam up with someone to take out an asshole Civ

When someone you have a Declaration of Friendship with  declares war on you

When you FINALLY meet the Civs that spawned on the other continents and find out one them has become an unstoppable behemoth runaway Civ

When people start suggesting luxury resource bans in the World Congress

When you choose the Freedom Ideology even tho everybody else chose Order

When you’re winning and every other Civ tries to fucking dogpile you

Power Rangers (2017) headcanons I thought of at work (Part 1 - Moms):

Billy and Zack’s mothers are both the best.  The team loves both of them and both of them love their kids’ weird friends right back.

Billy’s mom is socially awkward and hangs back instead of really interacting with them, but she always lets them be there when it seems like they need to be, even if it’s 2 am on a weeknight, and she stocks the fridge really carefully with them in mind and leaves little notes on the junk food like ‘Eat some veggies first!  There’s a tray in the fridge!’  They’re not sure how she works out their favorite snacks so quickly or how she knows when they need some quiet space or are going to end up sleeping on her couch, but she always does.

Zack’s mom interacts with them a lot more.  English is her second language, and she speaks it well, but it clearly takes a lot of effort.  Sometimes when Zack’s around he translates for her because it’s fast, but if he’s not around, she does her best, and if something’s clearly really wrong, she’ll send him away and make do without him so she can help the other Rangers with their problems more privately.  She’s a good listener and asks lots of questions so they always feel really understood, even if it takes a while to explain.  When she answers to give them advice, she speaks slowly and thoughtfully, and she always finds the right thing to say, even if she has to do it with a lot of little words and metaphors.  Sometimes they use Google translate on a smartphone when she has the word in Mandarin and no set of multiple laborious English words will do.

(When Trini asks her whether she thinks she should come out to her parents or not, she says that if they kick her out, she can live with her and Zack.  Trini knows Zack and his mom can’t afford to take care of another person, but she also knows Zack’s mom is completely, 100% serious about that and would take her in in a heartbeat.)  (When Billy tells his mom about it, not realizing quite how private a thing that is, she says the same thing, but can’t figure out how to actually make the offer to Trini without making her uncomfortable.  She makes a pact with herself to invite Trini to stay if it comes to that, though.)

The first time any of them met Zack’s mom, it was because Zack had gotten in trouble at school and been held back for after-school detention.  Billy knew he usually went home to check on his mom and decided to go make sure she was ok until Zack could get there.  He explains that he’s there because he loves Zack and Zack loves her, and because Zack’s mom is using her second language and Billy can’t follow social cues, neither of them realize that this explanation has been misunderstood.  Billy means that he and Zack are friends, but particularly close, emotionally intimate ones.  Zack’s mom can’t understand why her son hasn’t mentioned his very surprising but, once she gets to know him a little, thoroughly adorable boyfriend.

Billy reports back to the group that Zack’s right.  His mom IS the best.  (Well… the second best.  She’s the best of the moms that aren’t Billy’s.)  He explains how she beat him at chess and let him fix her old busted tv set and remains blissfully unaware of the whole boyfriend mix-up, which Zack and his mom had laughed about extensively and which is making Zack make weird amused faces he refuses to explain.

The second time Zack gets after school detention, Kimberly goes along with Billy to check on her, and then Trini shows up 15 minutes later having not said a word to anyone about checking on the woman and is graciously welcomed inside.  By the time Zack gets there, all four of them are reasonably invested in a daytime soap opera on the crappy tv Billy fixed.

For a while, one of the kids or another will pop in every few days to catch up on ‘their soap’ and see how Zack’s mom is doing, and they gradually start coming more often and getting more invested in the show and by the end of the school year, all five of them troop over there after school nearly every day to watch it together.

Zack translates for his mom when things get going too fast and she gets confused, and Billy asks constant questions about why everyone’s doing what they’re doing, because it doesn’t really make sense, and Kimberly tries to draw out a family tree to help, and Jason buys the soap opera digest at the grocery store while he’s picking up his favorite protein power nonsense from when he was still on the team, and they’re still not totally sure what’s going on sometimes.  Trini’s secretly the only one who can keep track of everything, but she’ll only wade in and give them the right answer if they’ve been debating something for over 5 minutes.  Mostly they enjoy giggling together over it and the ways everybody’s misunderstandings make the show 1000 times better.

Lend Me Your Jacket

A/N: I know a bunch of people have already written about what Betty and Jughead’s conversation would be after he ran out of the Homecoming dance, but here’s my take on it 

Summary: It’s the morning after the Homecoming dance and Jughead is still upset with Betty after everything that happened, but even through his anger and their fighting, he still remains to be a gentleman

Betty rubbed her bloodshot eyes as she leaned against the outside of the Jones’ trailer, smoothing down her dirt-stained dress with her shaky hands while she watched the sun begin to nudge its way over the tips of the trees, giving way to early signs of morning. Her head snapped up when she heard the door unlock from inside the trailer, watching with hopeful eyes as Jughead stepped out into the chilly morning air, still in his formal attire from the night before just as she was. Jughead barely glanced in her direction before trudging down the path away from the trailer park, and away from the girl who he believed had betrayed him. 

“Jug, please talk to me,” Betty begged, shuffling her feet along the snow-covered dirt road in an effort to keep up with his quick pace. “Let me explain to you why-”

“Go home, Betty,” Jughead shot back, his eyes locked on the path in front of him as he continued forward, completely determined to get as far away from her as possible. “I didn’t want to talk to you last night, and believe it or not that hasn’t changed in the mere eight hours since I last saw you.” 

“That’s not fair, Jughead, you know I would never do anything to hurt you,” Betty reminded him. “So why won’t you let me at least explain my side of the story?”

“You want to talk about fair?” Jughead spat, spinning around to face her for the first time since their fight in the school hallway the night before. “Okay, let’s talk about how my father, who was finally starting to get his life together, got arrested for murder last night even though it’s virtually impossible for me to believe that he could do something like that. That’s not fair. And in case you haven’t figured it out by now, life has been particularly less fair for those of us with the name Forsythe Pendleton Jones so we have that going for us too.” 

“I know it wasn’t your dad,” Betty told him, her eyes pleading with him to believe her as she took a step in his direction. “I know he didn’t do it. I believed you when you told me that in front of your trailer, and I believe you now. I would never lie to you. I would never break your trust like that.”

“But you did lie,” Jughead pointed out, his brows drawing together and contorting his face into a look of hard disappointment. “You didn’t tell me the truth about the Jones/Cooper dinner from hell that I should have known was doomed from the start. That counts as lying in my book.”

“I’m sorry,” Betty breathed, her shoulders dropping forward in defeat and her eyes beginning to prickle with unwanted tears. “I’m so sorry, Jug, I don’t know what else you want me to say. The way I feel about you - it’s making me want to protect you from getting hurt and I sometimes forget that there’s a right and a wrong way to go about things.” 

Betty took a step forward to close the gap between them completely, her hands instinctively flying up to caress his cheeks and to her relief, he didn’t pull away. 

“I was wrong, and I’m sorry,” Betty whispered, her thumb moving gently across his cheek before her hands dropped to her sides and she slowly backed away from him. 

Jughead’s face softened ever-so-slightly when he saw Betty’s hands reach up to rub her own bare arms as a shiver overtook her body in the chilly morning air. 

“You’re cold,” Jughead noticed, his eyes dropping to take in the sleeveless dress that she had worn to the dance and her jacket-less shoulders.

“No, no, I’m fine,” she assured him, but the chattering of her teeth gave her away and Jughead narrowed a pair of skeptical eyes at her. 

“Bets, you think I don’t know you well enough to be able to tell when you’re freezing,” Jughead reminded her, already beginning to shrug his suit jacket off his shoulders and handing it out for her to take. “Here.”

“Jug, you really don’t have to-”

Before she could protest, Jughead was stepping around her to drape the jacket over her delicate frame, his breath tickling the back of her neck as he leaned forward to adjust the fabric around her shoulders. 

“Thanks,” she muttered, pushing her arms through the sleeves and pulling it tightly around her body. 

“It looks better on you anyway,” Jughead admitted, pulling on the collar of his white button-down shirt and undoing the top two buttons. 

“Always the gentleman,” Betty mumbled under her breath, smiling sheepishly up at him as the sun shone all around them, creating a brilliant glow along the perimeter of the trailer park. “Just like your Dad said.” 

“Yeah,” Jughead muttered, his gaze dropping down to the road as he kicked at a pile of snow with his smudged dress shoe. 

“We’re going to clear his name, Juggie,” Betty promised, reaching forward to place a reassuring hand on his elbow. “We’re going to figure out who framed your Dad and how they were the ones who really killed Jason. I promise.”

“Making promises you can’t keep is a dangerous game, Bets,” Jughead told her, not unkindly. “We’ve learned from literature and history books and various reruns of daytime soap operas, that traveling down that path leads you off a cliff of which you can’t return.” 

“I believe in you, just like I told you before everything got all messy and complicated,” Betty assured him, her eyes shining hopefully up at him as he tilted his chin to meet her gaze. “And I believe that together we can do anything. Do you?”

There was moment of silence that lingered between them in which everything they had gone through over the past few weeks flashed across his mind. And after every memory, good or bad, made its way down the assembly line, his thoughts always came back to one lingering notion that he could never seem to shake - it had always been, and always will be, Betty Cooper who he could count on to be there for him. No matter what. 

“Yeah, I do,” he whispered, his breath coming out in cloudy spurts in the cold air as his eyes tentatively flicked down to meet her knowing gaze. 

“Alright, then let’s go solve this murder,” Betty declared, gesturing for Jughead to lead the way as she started to pull his jacket off her body by one of the sleeves so she could return it to him. 

“Keep it,” Jughead insisted, grabbing her arm before she could shrug the jacket off completely and adjusting it upright on her shoulders. “It’s a long way back to your house and I know how sensitive you are to the cold so in case we get stuck out in the snow like those people in that movie about the ski lift, I’m not taking any chances.” 

Betty gave him a grateful nod, biting her bottom lip to hide her relieved smile as they began walking side by side back to the Cooper house. She wasn’t naive enough to believe that a jacket alone was meant to symbolize that he had forgiven her for keeping the truth hidden from him, but it was that jacket she would cling to for warmth and hope and any inkling that he might feel the same way about her that she did him, until they were in each other’s arms again. And for now, that was enough for her. 

APRIL 29, 2017

The WGA’s master contract with Hollywood’s major studios is set to expire at midnight on Monday. If no new agreement is in place, striking writers could be marching with picket signs the next morning — instead of writing TV shows.

A writers strike would not mean that all television would suddenly be thrust into reruns. But some effects would be immediate, and a lengthy walkout could have a huge impact across the dial.

Late-night, where writers’ rooms are open year-round, would be the first television sector affected. “The Tonight Show,” “The Late Show,” “Jimmy Kimmel Live,” “Conan,” and “The Daily Show” would go dark immediately — though they might not stay dark for long. David Letterman, whose Worldwide Pants production company owned “Late Show” and “Late Late Show” a decade ago — cut a separate deal with the WGA that allowed him and Craig Ferguson to return to the air during the 2007-08 strike with their writing staffs intact. But that’s not an option this time around as CBS has owned its late-night franchises since’s Letterman’s departure in 2015.

Letterman’s return to the airwaves on Jan. 2, 2008, forced competitors at NBC, ABC, and Comedy Central to follow suit, only without writers. Jay Leno, Conan O’Brien, Jimmy Kimmel, and Jon Stewart were forced to ad-lib their way through their shows. Jimmy Fallon, Stephen Colbert, James Corden, and, once again, Kimmel would face the same pressure to go back on the air amid an extended work stoppage — a challenging decision since all four hosts are also WGA members. “Saturday Night Live,” however, would be unlikely to air without writers on board. The NBC sketch comedy series would see its 42nd season come to a halt. “SNL” is scheduled to deliver three more originals this season, starting May 6 with Chris Pine as host.

There are roughly half the number of daytime dramas on broadcast now as there were at the start of the 2007-08 strike. Another work stoppage would send the surviving soaps quickly off air, and likely be the death knell for some, if not all of them. Daytime soaps are expensive endeavors in perpetual production. Once those productions are stopped, and replaced with less expensive nonfiction programming, not restarting them becomes an easy choice to make. Daytime syndicated programming ranging from Ellen DeGeneres’ talk show to “Jeopardy” would also be affected, although those shows tend to bank episodes well in advance.

Award Shows
The 2007-08 strike turned the Golden Globes into a press conference with no stars in attendance. It also threatened, but ultimately left unscathed, the Academy Awards. The next major awards show this year is the Tony Awards, scheduled for June 7, set to be hosted by Kevin Spacey and air on CBS. But the newly rechristened MTV Movie and TV Awards, scheduled for May 7, would be the first live awards show to be impacted by a strike. Even if much of the writing for the show is already completed, stars would be unlikely to attend the show, as they would have to cross picket lines to do so.

Summer TV
In drama and comedy, cable and streaming shows whose writers rooms are up and running as well broadcast summer series will be affected by a strike that lasts more than a week or two. Writers rooms would be shut down and production halted shortly after completed scripts run out. Among the series currently in or heading into production that could be impacted are AMC’s “The Walking Dead,” FX’s “American Horror Story” and “You’re the Worst,” and broadcast dramas such as CBS’ new “Salvation.”

Fall TV
A strike that lasts only a few weeks or a month will have little effect on the traditional September to May broadcast season — unlike 2007, when the Nov. 5 start date of the strike shuttered writers rooms on shows that premiered in fall, with some shows never returning. But if a work stoppage extends into July or August, it will start to infringe on the seven to nine weeks of writer prep that broadcast series need before heading into production. That could mean orders for new and returning shows would end up shortened, and fall premiere dates could be pushed into later in the year.

Good short synopsis of what happens if the writers strike from Variety.
more concepts:
  • yuuri and victor hosting dinner parties for all their skating friends all the time

“I’ll break out the wine!” “Ooh, where’s my pole???” “Christophe no!”

  • visiting hasetsu whenever they can to check up on the family (and because makkachin misses everyone so much)

“Yuuri, Vicchan!!! Please come in, I have katsudon ready!!” “Can I take a picture of you kissing??? The skating otakus will love it!” “Victor, please get your dog off of me.” “Oops, sorry Mari-chan.”

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anonymous asked:

what is phantom of the soap opera?

This is a multifold question!

The easy answer you’re probably looking for is that it’s a musical by Craig Sodaro and Randy Villars, which has been on Tumblr recently because a few of our lovely fans (@rjdaae and @bluecoolkind, I think?) were just out seeing a live performance of it.  The musical is a quick little comedic farce parodying the story of The Phantom of the Opera in the setting of a soap opera, and it’s pretty par for the course puns-and-slapstick style humor.  (I didn’t much like it in the review I posted a few years ago, but then again, I was only reading it - those kinds of plays can be way more enjoyable in the hands of skilled comedy performers!)

The Sodaro/Villars musical (I think there’s also a version of it available as a straight, no-music play for non-musical theatre groups) is fairly inexpensive and has very open rights, so it gets performed semi-regularly by local playhouses, community theaters, and school theatre programs.  So more often, that’s what you’re hearing about!

However, the fact that soap operas provide endless punning opportunities related to the idea of opera and also being unnecessarily dramatic means that this is not the only time someone’s decided to write something set in a soap and title it The Phantom of the Soap Opera!  Back in 1989, Henry Slesar wrote a short story by that name that was featured in the Phantom-themed anthology Phantoms:

In the story, an older soap opera star begins suffering from delusions and eventually taking on the role of a Phantom, dressing up and menacing the set of the show where he used to star, but is eventually defeated in a (in my opinion) unsatisfying and less than entertaining finale.  Unlike the one above, it’s not a comedy - it’s played oddly straight for the subject matter, and is really less than compelling.  But it’s out there.

Then, there’s also this bad boy:

I haven’t actually read this one yet, but somehow I have not one, not two, but three copies of it in my home.  Apparently when people see copies of this weird 1988 horror/romance schlock at garage sales and library remainder giveaways, they suffer a strange overwhelming compulsion to buy it and mail it to me.  I don’t know what they’re trying to say, but I’m starting to feel picked on.

The back of the book says:

Wickedly seductive, Kristi Marlowe was the perfect Heather - America’s favorite star on the top-rated daytime soap. She never suspected she was about to die…

Looking down at her pretty corpse, NYPD Detective Theresa Morrison felt that Kristi had known her killer, embraced him before she died. But Detective Morrison never suspected that Kristi was only the first marked for murder…

One by one, he stalked them. One by one, they screamed, struggled, realized - too late! But no one alive guessed his secret. Not even the smart lady cop as she sat in the dark dressing room, alone, waiting, as a psychopath, a killer, knocked at the door…

Ending every paragraph in an ellipsis is how you know we’re looking at some Quality Literature.  Maybe I should just stop what I’m doing and read this one next.  God knows I would probably have something to say about it.

So the irresistible combination of The Phantom of the Opera and the idea of a soap opera is one that keeps popping up now and then, and I wouldn’t be surprised if we see more of it in the future!  


Hey guys- so I had a long hiatus whereby I watched PP and occupied myself with real life. But now, I’m ready to get back into the writing groove! :D

This is a continuation of the latest episode of Grey’s, 13x12. I just can’t bear to see Amelia withdrawing and distancing herself from Owen like that on the show. And it’s really painful to see Owen hurting. I hope Omelia can have a heart to heart talk and sort things out!

 Anyways, enjoy…and my apologies in advance if my writing is a little rusty- I haven’t written for quite some time after all….:P

p.s Special thanks to dear Susie @hurricaneawelia for helping me to proofread this- you’re the best! <3

Disclaimer: This is written before 13x13 airs.

 The pepperoni pizza tasted so delicious as Amelia closed her eyes to savor its taste in her mouth.

‘ He said to tell you he’s not gonna wait forever.’ her mentee Stephanie interrupted the blissful moment.

‘ What?’ Amelia mumbled in reply, her mouth still full of pizza. She didn’t realize that she was starving until she took the first bite.

‘Before he walked away, Dr Hunt told me to tell you that he’s not going to wait forever.’ Stephanie repeated in a clearer tone. ‘It seems like he’s losing his patience.’

Amelia didn’t reply, choosing to take another bite of her pizza instead. Lately her appetite had increased, and every food she took tasted heavenly.

Stephanie sighed, internally debating on whether to probe Amelia further. Amelia was her mentor and superior, she had no right to interfere with her personal business. On the other hand, watching Amelia withdraw from Owen and avoiding him at all costs was getting painful to watch. She didn’t know exactly what happened between them, but she could see that it was eating Owen up inside. She noticed that he had this sad and worried expression permanently stamped on his face since Amelia moved in to stay with her a couple of days ago.

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etherealbatwing  asked:

Hello! May I please get some HCs for the chocobros and how they would react spending the night with their S/O for the first time? The thing is it was completely by accident that they end up having to do so~

OKAY OKAY, SO I’m bad at this s/o thing bc i much prefer character/character shippy things, so it’s very neutral and if you close your eyes it works for any ship really. BUT I did it?? I think? I DON’T KNOW GUYS. 

After being fussed over by royal attendants all day, then dragged around the Citadel to blocks of princely meetings he paid little mind too, Noctis only wants to feel some semblance of normalcy again. So when he’s had a long day, Noct usually finds himself making evening visits that end with him on their couch, feet propped up on the coffee table, suit jacket slung over the armrest and tie hanging loose against his chest. Popping a few of the buttons open on his dress shirt lets him feel like he can breathe again. He makes a passing mention of having a massive headache, but apparently finds himself well enough to stare at flashy pixels for the rest of the evening; he gets up to turn on the gaming console and grab the two controllers off the entertainment center, tossing the second one at them (the one that will give them the 2nd player screen, because even though it might be their house, he is the prince and he’ll use that as leverage— but only for important things, like making sure he’s got the 1st player, top screen view).

It’s a small activity, filled with sitting close enough to bump shoulders, playing dirty to get ahead, and cursing at each other with a smile on each of their faces, but Noct just wanted this. To come over, play some video games with his favorite person, and unwind— and he does. So much so that when they get up to grab something to drink from the kitchen, they return to find Noctis laying across the couch, controller loosely still set in his hands, head resting where they were previously sitting, out cold. In short, it ends up being an impromptu sleepover.

He’ll wake up, long eyelashes fluttering, with his head in their lap and their hand brushing through his hair. Noctis has a moment of tired deliriousness where he’s trying to figure why the ceiling looks nothing like the one in his room before he catches the other’s gaze. Oh. Right. He shifts in their lap and makes a move to sit back up, only to be gently kept against them. A blush rises against his cheeks as he tries to apologize, his voice a low, sleepy rumble in his chest. They can tell he’s trying to play it off with a cool attitude, but the redness tingeing his ears says otherwise. He’s probably asking a million self-conscious questions in his head, most of which come across as a blow to his imagined nonchalant-ness— he’s worried about snoring too loud, sleeping with his mouth open, drooling on them— but he manages to ask what time it is. 3am. With their hand still in his hair, nails scratching against his scalp, and his eyes closing as he tucks his face against their stomach and sighs, there’s no argument. He might as well stay the rest of the night.

With Prompto, accidentally staying over the first time is unquestionably because of an accident. This boy tries so hard to impress the one he likes and what better way to do so than help them make dinner? He comes over prepared: finds the recipe that morning, picks up all the necessary groceries, and arrives at 6 o’clock sharp to get started. He’s only a little mad at himself for forgetting his “Kiss the Cook” apron at home. Nonetheless, Prompto insists that he do it all himself, arguing that they do too much for him as it is—and maybe he feels a little guilty over the fact that they paid the quite substantial bill for their last diner date at Galdin Quay in its entirety. The least he can do cook a small meal for the two of them. Except it’s not small. And it’s exceedingly more complicated (and expensive) than anticipated; but it’s fine! He’s been watching a lot of cooking shows lately, that’s definitely gonna pay off tonight.

Except none of it is much help when he’s quite a bit flustered being around someone that makes his heart flip in his chest just from meeting his eyes, let alone actually laughing at his stupid puns (‘Penne for your thoughts?’ he said, pouring the penne into the boiling water. And they had actually giggled, like, a real one! Not out of pity!) But the combination of being nervous and jittery while trying to be a literal Bobby Flay, causes him to forget to put the lid on the blender. There’s a quick pulse, a decisively girlish screech, and then silence. There’s now homemade spaghetti sauce splattered over the walls, down the counter, and, mainly, all over Prompto. Down his chest, in his hair and across his face. He thinks for a moment that they’ll be peeved, but when he’s greeted with the sound of laughter and a finger swiping at the line of sauce down his freckled cheek to take a taste, he’s relived if not extraordinarily embarrassed. 

By the time they’ve got his clothes in their washer, him in the shower, and dinner finally done, it’s late; his clothes still need to dry and food still needs to be eaten. When Prompto comes out of the bathroom, hair damp and drooping without any gel, wearing some mismatched amalgamation of their clothes he borrowed, it’s natural to suggest that he spend the night. He agrees, perhaps a bit too eagerly, laughing and watching them break out a jar of spaghetti sauce to replace the one now slowly drying against the wall.

Gladiolus tends to pride himself on being smooth— in some part, it’s the charm that got him in this relationship in the first place— but, damn, is he so much more sweetly conniving than they initially gave him credit for. Usually he finds himself planning dates on the weekends, but when he calls them on a weekday to let them know he’s dropping by their place for a visit after work, they know something’s up. It doesn’t hit them until they’re cuddled up on the couch, hand-in-hand and stomachs full after a junk food filled night of Cup Noodles and a couple beers, watching the nightly news. “A strong storm front moving in bringing periods of light snow throughout the evening, ending in a combination of sleet and freezing ra—“ A dusting of snow had the entire city of Insomnia shutting down, let alone a whole inch. “It is advisable that people stay off the roads if possible and take caution to avoid—“

Gladio pulls them closer to kiss the top of their head and smiles into their hair, “Guess I’m spending the night then?“ And that’s all it takes. Honestly, how had they not seen this coming? He’d planned this since he heard the weather report two days ago; he knows what he’s trying to set up. They have to resist laughing with a roll of their eyes when he excuses himself to grab something out of his car and comes back with a small, pre-packed sports bag filled with spare clothes, a toothbrush, a razor… he is not trying to hide this at all. Talk about over-confident. Yet still strangely coy enough to have never outright asked to spend the night without an excuse? Cute.

The night is spent doing lot of shitty movie watching, finding the worst direct to television productions possible and binging them— everything ranging from one about supernatural sharks, to another about a scorned housewife that plays off like a daytime soap opera. Gladio’s infectious laugh makes them both more than giddy and they find themselves making fun of every little corny line and botched CGI until the credits roll then the early morning block of infomercials start playing. Gladio stands up, back and arm muscles pulling his tattoo taut as he stretches and yawns before hoisting them up too. Tossing them a wink, he declares himself ready for bed and saunters on into their room, shedding his shirt on the way. It’s like he’s lived there the whole time, like this wasn’t something new. The casualness of it all is more than welcoming. 

The shops began closing their doors and the plaza’s usual throngs of people were thinning when Ignis suggests calling it an evening; it’s getting quite late after a long night of a reserved, high-class dining and walking the city streets together, popping in and out of small boutiques and sitting on park benches, watching daring street performers make their living. It’s painfully obvious that Ignis doesn’t often find time to unwind— and, gods, does it take an hour or so to whittle the advisory persona down— but from the way his shoulders slouch far more than usual, the way his lips curve into a smirk instead of a tight line of concentration, the way he backtalks and quips, anyone can see the ease the night has brought him. Being nothing short of an extraordinary gentleman, he’ll offer to drive them back to their place. He outright refuses to let them take the Insomnian subway system at the dead of night.

So the plan was to end the night at their doorstep— walking them up the steps, leaving a chaste kiss against their lips with a promise to see them again soon— except when he retreats, leaving them floating on air in the doorway, watching him get into his car with an almost dorky wave goodbye, Ignis can’t get his stupid royal car to start. Gods, it’s making the saddest little stalling noise and it’s nearing midnight, and Ignis is a little panicked when the ‘check engine’ light turns on. When he’s asked to come inside their house to figure out what to do next, he agrees, a tad defeated. Once inside, they ask him to stay the night— not for sleazy intentions. It’s simply that Hammerhead is far away and overnight towing is expensive. Despite the fact that they know he can pay for it, it seems senseless. Stay the night and wait until morning? 

Ignis feels alight with nerves. He clears his throat and tries a few excuses as to why he shouldn’t stay— it’s not out of ungratefulness, he assures them. Most of what he says is trivial, nervous talking that stems from not wanting to sleep in his clothes, or not having clean clothes to wear the next morning, or disturbing their sleep. He plays it off as being a bother, but, really, he’s reluctant to let them see him not at his best; as if this will change their whole view of him if they see him so undignified in the morning, with his horrendous bedhead and un-pressed clothes. It’s a level of personal that Ignis is not used to anyone seeing. But when their hand is on his, and their waving off his excuses, he’s convinced to stay.

Regardless, they can’t stop him from being so apologetic for imposing on them, acting as if he sabotaged his own car. And, wow, he is so awkward when he crawls into bed with them, murmuring little apologies when his legs, bare from stripping down to his briefs, brushes against theirs. They convince him it’s more than fine by tangling them together to guide him closer into their arms, where he’ll find that he spends the rest of the night.

Guess what’s got a new update that brings all the feels?? Yes, that’s right, it’s 1 Night (+9 Months)!!



Why was there never anything on TV in the middle of a weekday?

Jemma let out a quiet, disgruntled groan as she flicked through another daytime soap opera, then a handful of reality show re-runs, followed by a game show from the seventies. Finally, she simply gave up and just turned it off. What in the world was she supposed to do for the five months if she had to spend her weekdays out of the lab?

She’d hoped that she could squeeze in a bit more time at work, but being around the chemicals this far along in her pregnancy just wasn’t safe, and she’d had no choice but to take an extra-early maternity leave. For the first few days, she’d been ecstatic at the idea of all of the free time; however, the boredom quickly settled in – and that wasn’t even mentioning how much she missed the lab.

Jemma picked up her phone, scrolling through her contact list, but it quickly became clear that everyone she knew would be working at eleven thirty on a Tuesday. Then, she paused on Fitz’s name, chewing her lip before quickly tapping out a text.

To: Fitz
Distract me

She didn’t expect an answer right away, given that she knew he was working as well. To her surprise, though, it was mere moments before a response was popping up.

From: Fitz
From what?

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Vancouver Crew Headcanons

-The baby of the group
-Just the sweetest, most adorable guy you’ve ever met
-170 cm in cleats 
-Not the best soccer player but he tries. The Aglionby soccer team isn’t exactly going to regionals (the crew team is really good for a team from the mountains)
-Koh is one of the three Vancouver crowd members not actually from Vancouver (the others are Rutherford and SickSteve). He’s from Incheon, outside of Seoul, and only learned English in school
-The worst at foreign languages. It’s amazing he speaks as much English as he does. Very noticeable and cute accent. Can’t pronounce anyone’s name correctly. The VC rolls with it
-Will probably end up following in his dad’s footsteps and working for LG Chem 
-Loves Ryang. LOVES Ryang. He finds the pretentiousness funny. Most of the time

-Going head to head with Adam Parrish and one other dude for valedictorian
-Film buff. Obnoxious film buff. Only Ryang can top him for obnoxiousness
-Such an asshole. The VC highkey love it. SickSteve is very good at pinpointing the crux of an issue and confronting people about it. Don’t debate SickSteve. Don’t. Also don’t say ignorant shit unless you’re prepared to get your ass handed to you
-Dealing with a lot of issues, including internalized homophobia, due to a Baptist upbringing and strict parents. Not the only one in the VC with strict parents but definitely the only one with super-religious parents and the threat of losing an entire community if he goes against them
-Is definitely going to elope with Lee-Squared at some point 
-Koh’s bestie primarily because SickSteve is first generation. They largely speak in Korean. Koh makes fun of SickSteve’s Jeollado and SickSteve makes fun of his aegyo, and both just find the relationship really comforting

-Puts up a good front of being incredibly nice and supportive but agrees with SickSteve on basically everything
-Chubby. Struggles with his weight. His family doesn’t help
-Probably the only one completely and utterly unafraid to tell Henry his mind
-Will almost certainly go into immigration law or a similar field
-Along with Koh, Henry, and SickSteve, fluent in Korean 
-Has the hots for SickSteve like woah. Talk about slowburn

-Slightly nasal voice
-Trans boy
-Art snob hipster. Black and white photos are his fave. He’s actually pretty good but his pretentiousness outweighs it
-Koh tries to gush over his photos but it’s more feeling than words
-Mom is a semi-famous daytime soap star; dad is her former personal trainer. Has an older sister who is a niche underwear model
-Guess who hates paparazzi
-Third generation. Ryang speaks almost no Korean and he’s more than a little sensitive about it 
-Doesn’t fall for Koh nearly as fast as Koh falls for him
-Insecure. His insecurities tend to come out as criticisms of Koh and his intelligence (it scares Ryang that the only guy who’s into him is a dumb foreign guy who barely speaks English. It scares him that Koh accepts him so easily- does he just not understand? Does he think Ryang is something he’s not? -Ryang doesn’t know because his Korean is miles worse than Koh’s English)

-Cryptid and conspiracy theory king.
-Thinks he’s the weird, anxious one but he’s actually kind of unrecognizedly awesome?
-Dirtbikes, skateboards, surfs, probably a sick snowboarder. His sports friends think his cryptid obsession is hilarious. The VC tends to ignore it
-Considers Cheng and Cheng2 his closest friends
-Is under so much pressure to make the family proud. Will end up going to Johns Hopkins and his dad will still think he could do better
-Dad’s (black and white) side of the family is from Georgia/South Carolina area. Mom is Teochew (Chinese) from Singapore. The Singaporean is strong. Rutherford is almost completely fluent in Teochew
-Cheng2’s roommate and conscience


-Friends with everybody
-Except Kavinsky, obvs
-Look, no one is going to like this but I have a headcanon/AU thing where Cheng2 messed around with Prokopenko back when Cheng2 was going to substance parties and racing and that shit did not go good for either of them
-Prone to saying stupid shit
-Has a tendency to speak in a mixture of stupid frat boy, social media star, and SAT vocab list
-When he’s really upset and/or angry, he slips into his native Appalachian (he grew up splitting his time between his bio dad and stepdad in Pigeon Forge and his not bio-dad in BC)
-Mixed Chinese/white. The product of a biracial gay relationship, Cheng2′s bio-dad is white and his not bio-dad is Chinese. They searched a really long time to find the perfect egg donor. Then Cheng2′s bio-dad cheated on his husband when Cheng2 was five and now Cheng2 only sees his not bio-dad during the summer and on holidays. It’s a big story and no one at Aglionby cares (it’s not even close to the biggest amount of family drama to grace the halls, the Lynch clan’s not included)
-Has a massive, completely obvious crush on Henry and a much less obvious crush on literally every other member of the Vancouver crowd. Is somewhat married to Rutherford
-So good at Econ. So good. This boy is going to do great at Berkeley

nikescaret  asked:

O' Great Queen, please help me. I am in need of dc fics to read, for I have fallen into the hole of DC (and specifically Damian Wayne-he's my son) and do not plan on getting out anytime soon. You recommend fics that are well written and delightfully engaging, so will you help me?

Laughter Lines

Its Not the End of the World (But It Might as Well be the End of Your World)

Things We’ve Lost, and Things We’ve Gained

Take Care of Yourself

Dick Wolf is a Really Funny Name

Never Say Never


On Fridays We Wear Taupe

it takes a house, a village

In Which We’re a Daytime Soap Opera

We’re Either a Murder Expose or a Rom-Com

By Degrees

Doubting Gets You Places

The Gazette Misses the Mark Again

Hot Toddy

Cradle Robber

these lines of lightning

Raising Robin

Shared Air

at certain hours it all breaks down

nine tenths

Sister Knows Best

Mad Love: A New Beginning

Bylines and Bracelets (Or How Lois Lane Fell In Love With Diana of Themyscira)

a stick and string from the paleolithic era and a utility belt full of crap (This one is a Marvel crossover with Kate Bishop/Stephanie Brown. It isn’t really possible to get a more kickass pairing than that)

“Really Close Friends” AKA Cass and Steph’s Adventures With Tabloids

sanctuary in haunted city #1



Each Possible Outcome

The Knot In Her Throat

The Girl Who Falls

Storm in the Soul

Make Me Believe Again

Fandom: Gravity Falls
Characters: Stanford Pines, Stanley Pines, Fiddleford McGucket
Word Count: ~4600
Summary: Ford heals and recovers, in more ways than one.
Warnings: Implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal thoughts, non-graphic description of chemical burns
Notes: inspired by a universe from the fic Homologous by @asdmabel. in case you were wondering how long it takes me to get anything done, i started writing this in november, finished it in january, and then sat on it for four months before i finally went back and edited it. as with everything i write, it’s super self-indulgent. please enjoy
also on ao3

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Bits and Pieces

Chapter 14
“Not Too Insane For You“


Word Count: 2.3K

[be safe, dear readers!]

Summary: Dragon’s decided it’s time to execute his plans. Meanwhile, Sam’s fate is brought before the medical board.

A/N: I ended up doing a lot of research for this chapter. I’m really quite proud of myself. This chapter is the beginning of the darkest heart of this series. I’ve listed all of the triggers that I feel are worth noting, but there will be a LOT of ones that aren’t listed. If you need to remove yourself from the tag list because it gets too dark for you, I’ll understand. As the lovely @sofreddie​ pointed out to me today, writing dark angsty shit is my forte. And I’m proud of that. The taglist is below if you feel you need it. Thanks again for all the love this series has generated!

A/N2: I had originally planned for there to be more in depth interaction between the board and Sam but given how much I had written and how late it is tonight (almost 1am here on the East Coast) I went a different route. Hope it doesn’t disappoint!

You could feel it coming on. You’d felt this feeling so many times, you thought you’d be used to it by now. But in reality it never got easier.

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anonymous asked:

mmkay, so what is memri TV? Is it like a parody or do people actually believe that stuff?

Memri TV is basically a special hub network, where various Middle Eastern television programs (mostly news and talk shows, along with the occasional childrens program and daytime soap), ranging from Egypt to Turkey to Iran to Saudi Arabia and more, are broadcast with English subtitles.

It provides a rather strange look into the subcultures and lunacies of the Middle East. And yes, all evidence suggests that the people you see in those screen caps genuinely believe every word they are saying.

change (pt. 1)

Title: change

Pairing: Seokjin/Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut. 

Description: One ordinary night, your friend Seokjin approaches you with a surprising matter and a rather unorthodox solution.  


Originally posted by taeguk

You awoke to the sound of your phone. The ringtone was sharp, piercingly loud, and the patch of drool under your mouth was sticky and cool. You groaned into your pillow, using whatever bit of energy you had, to begrudgingly check who was calling you so late. Your eyelids were heavy and tired, and you struggled to keep them open long enough for your pupils to adjust to the pale blue light of your phone.

Seokjin is Calling

“This better be an emergency …” You muttered to yourself, burying your head under the warmth of your duvet as you held the phone to your ear and answered. “Greetings, you’ve reached Y/N. I would very much like to get back to the sex dream I was having before you so rudely interrupted me. Please leave a message after the beep and I will call you at my earliest convenience. Beeeeee—”

“You do realize it’s only eleven o’clock, right?”

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anonymous asked:

"who would survive the death wave though?" I mean back in the day 100 years before people survived the bombs hence the grounders, some will endure even with huge collateral damage and there may be nightbloods out there that they never knew about. I'm sure the show will find someone for Clarke to fuck while Nyilah reaches the age 40 in the bunker. Perhaps Clarke wont even recognize Niylah when she gets out, wrinkles and grey hair and all

Yeah, but it didn’t feel like a massive radiation wave 100 years ago? I don’t know from what I gathered they made this seem like ULTIMATE DESTRUCTION. We’ll see. I’m sure they’ll give Clarke a warm body while Aunty Niylah becomes geriatric in the bunker. 

Which member of the Fanged Four are you?


[] You love classical music
[] You can be quite sarcastic
[] You’ve broken up with and gotten back together with a romantic partner at least twice
[] You love to travel
[] You’re the oldest person in your group of friends
[] You own a kimono
[] You’re a bit of a misanthrope 
[] You’ve had a pregnancy scare before, or a paternity scare
[] You’re a natural blonde
[] You’ve had a one night stand before


[] You’d describe yourself as ambitious
[] You feel a lot of guilt and regret for your past actions
[] You love eyeliner
[] You have a dark sense of humor
[] You have a bad reputation
[] You practice celibacy or abstinence by choice, or you have before
[] You’re a talented artist
[] You can’t dance
[] You own at least one pair of leather trousers
[] You’re a bit of a loner



[] People often tell you that you’re strange, peculiar, or words to that effect
[] You have long nails
[] Your birthday is always a big celebration or social event
[] Family is the most important thing in your life
[] Red is your color
[] You own at least one china doll
[] You’ve cheated on a romantic partner before
[] You like to dance
[] You’re religious, or were religious at one point in your life
[] You have good instincts



[] You have a good relationship with your mother
[] You smoke
[] You can be quite reckless and spontaneous
[] You’ve dyed your hair 
[] You’d describe yourself as a hopeless romantic
[] You love daytime TV/soap operas
[] You enjoy getting drunk on a regular basis 
[] You’d be prepared to change yourself to please a lover
[] You own a leather jacket, leather duster, or other type of leather coat
[] You have a short temper

Something i dont understand with all the hate about the new twin peaks is how everybody wants the old show back. Like if it was the old show in the same style parts would come off even more goofy than they do now. After all, everybody and their brother has poked fun at soap operas in the past 26 years. By this point the tropes and jokes are old and nobody really cares about actual soap operas unironically anymore.

That’s probably one of the reasons why this season seems darker.

Back in the late 80s and early 90s daytime soap operas were huge. Now dark and edgy primetime/premium shows are the big thing. What matters is that it’s still a Pastiche of what’s popular.

Personally, if you start looking at it like this instead of wondering why it’s diffrent it makes the new season more enjoyable.



Currently playing the character Melinda May on Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., self-proclaimed “geek gal of all trades” Ming-Na Wen got her first major recurring role as Lien Hughes on As The World Turns, becoming the first Asian-American actress to land a contract role on a daytime soap opera.

Wen moved on from the series in 1991, eventually scoring two big screen gig as June Woo in The Joy Luck Club and Chun-Li in Street Fighter. Around the same time, she costarred on the sitcom The Single Guy and began her first run as the character Deb Chen on the NBC medical drama ER.

In 1998, Wen acted as the voice of the title character in Disney’s critically acclaimed animated film Mulan. Her voiceover work earned her an Annie Award and led to future jobs as Detective Ellen Yin on The Batman, Jade on HBO’s Spawn and Aki Ross in Final Fantasy: The Spirits Within. She would reprise the role of Mulan in the 2005 direct-to-video sequel, as well as a 2014 appearance on the Disney Channel series Sofia the First (alongside her daughter Michaela Zee, who has a recurring role on the show as Princess Jun).

Mulan was not the only role Wen came back to, however. The producers of ER decided to revive her character in 2000, bringing her back as a series regular up until the show’s eleventh season. Dr. Jing-Mei Chen has been described as “one of the program’s most enduring characters“.

Wen has also starred in Stargate Universe as Camille Wray, the first openly lesbian in the Stargate franchise. Beyond that and her current stint on S.H.I.E.L.D., she has held brief roles on Eureka, Two and a Half Men, Boston Legal, Private Practice and Nashville.

Reflecting on her career, Wen once expressed interest in eventually returning to her roots as a stage actress: “I’ve been lucky, knock on wood. But you have to have a sense of humor and grounding about all this stuff. I have a gypsy spirit. That’s why I keep an apartment in New York for when I want to get back to theater, because Broadway always will be my final fantasy.“