do you like green eggs and ham

Voice Ask Meme!

I think hearing people’s voices is really cool, but I haven’t found a voice meme I’m happy with, so I wanted to make my own! 

Here’s how the game is played: If you want to hear me do any of these, just send me the number(s) you want to hear and I’ll make an audio post! Include whatever specifics you’d like to hear me do in the ask - these are more guidelines than actual rules. Basically, it’s just like any other ask meme, only I speak the answers instead of typing them out!

1) Give an introduction! 

  • Put specifics in the ask

2) Read a poem!

  • Feel free to specify a poem in the ask

3) Read a passage from your favorite book or fanfiction. Alternatively, do a one-person-show of a scene from a movie or play. 

  • Feel free to suggest a passage or scene in the ask. If you want me to do a dramatic reading of Green Eggs and Ham, I will. 

4) Tell a joke. (Preferably a really bad one)

5) Tell a story from your childhood. 

  • Feel free to suggest a story in the ask, like asking me about the first time I did x, y, or z!

6) Tell me about the most exciting thing you’ve ever done or would like to do. 

7)  Tell two truths and a lie, so that people have to guess which is true. 

8) Give an instructions on how to preform a task of the asker’s choosing. 

  • Example: If the ask says “teach me how to dougie,” you must give vocal instructions on how to dougie. 

9) Can you record yourself speaking in different languages/accents?

10) Sing a song, if you dare!

  • Feel free to suggest a song in the ask! (If I don’t know the song, I might sing you something else instead, but I promise it will still be worth your while.)

Feel free to reblog so more people can play!

Prompt List: One-Liners 3

Just a bunch of one sentence, very random, dialogue prompts.

  1. “The color green scares me.”
  2. “I don’t want to raise a duck.”
  3. “I would rather live on Pluto.”
  4. “I’m not taking off my shirt.”
  5. “You eat food.”
  6. “I’m probably allergic to alcohol.”
  7. “I just wanted to go to a strip club.”
  8. “I sold your car.”
  9. “I told you not to eat the rice yet.”
  10. “It’s a sacrificial offering, I think.”
  11. “I like man-eating dinosaurs.”
  12. “This is not Lord of The Rings.”
  13. “How can you not like bunnies?”
  14. “I see a ghost.”
  15. “Why is everything covered in green slime?”
  16. “I’m only gay on Sunday.”
  17. “Does a pack of peanuts really need a label warning it contains nuts?”
  18. “Did you seriously peel the nut warning label off the box of cookies and put it on your nether regions?!”
  19. “I wasn’t trying to insult the tree.”
  20. “Yes, I do see the salt.”
  21. “I REALLY don’t want to milk the cow.”
  22. “This is for the frog.”
  23. “My best friend is the grim reaper.”
  24. “Unlike you, cats are quiet, peaceful creatures.”
  25. “Only in Dr. Seuss books is it okay to eat green eggs and ham.”
  26. “Yellow means go, right?”
  27. “That, my friend, would be a dick.”
  28. “The protein is in the jeans, over.”
  29. “The pirate was looking at me funny.”
  30. “I trade on the black market.”
“Omg you cut out carbs? But then what do you EAT?”

SAMI’S REGULAR EAT LIST OF FOODS THAT ARE NOT CARBS BUT GODDAMN SHE STILL EAT OKAY? SHE IS, IN FACT, EATING RIGHT NOW!

vegetables
- broccoli
- spinach
- peppers
- squash
- zucchini
- tomatoes (sparingly)
- mushrooms
- olives (YUM)
- lettuce
- cabbage
- onions (especially love me some red onions)
- tofu
- shirataki noodles
- green curry sauce
- AVOCADO EVERYTHING
- plain pumpkin because I crave it
- seaweed
- natto
- I WISH I COULD FIND KALE

meats
- tuna
- salmon
- mackerel
- beef
- bacon
- chicken
- ham
- hotdogs (these chicken dogs I found are like… 3 carbs for 5 of them, it’s great)
- bratwurst (bit expensive in Japan but good)
- are eggs a meat? I eat eggs all sorts of ways

seed and nut stuff
- sugar free peanut butter (ordered online from amazon in 1 kilo bags)
- cashews
- almonds
- walnuts
- sunflower seeds
- chia seeds
- hemp seed hearts
- flax seed
- almond meal/flour
- coconut flour

dairy
- brie
- whole milk (sparingly)
- whipped cream
- greek yogurt
- melty cheese
- shaky parmesan
- fake milks! Like almond or soy!

dem good good fats/oils
- olive oil
- canola oil
- coconut oil (FOR ALL THINGS)
- butter
- MCT oil
- mayonnaise mmmm
- sesame oil
- fish oil (in capsule form cuz it makes my coat shiny)

spices
- basil
- rosemary
- thyme
- oregano
- salt
- red pepper
- paprika
- Old Bay
- cumin
- chili powder
- garlic ALL THE GARLIC
- miso (not a spice but I use it to coat stuff and flavor so yknow)
- gochujan (again… I know)

I remember being out here and telling another JET I was doing keto, and this person said to me “Wow, if I weren’t allowed to eat bread, I would just kill myself. I feel sorry for you.”

It is not about “I am not allowed”, it is about “I am choosing not to do this, and am supplementing it with this instead”.

I never feel like I’m denying myself, nor do I force low-carb on other people, like… no. No no no no. In fact, I encourage you all to do YOUR research for YOUR diet, because food is fucking personal, and to me? It’s integral to happiness. Denying myself food SUCKS and I vowed to never do it again. On keto, I eat constantly and eat a lot and it makes me happy and I feel great. If keto makes you feel denied, don’t do it! Easy peasy <3 Nobody will judge you, unless you tell me you’re doing keto and then eat 30 snack cakes in front of me haha. Then I’m perplexed and honestly jealous as fuck.

And yeah, that’s a true story lol.

So yeah. Someone tell me how to say “can I live?” in Japanese please haha.

Amicitia Twins AU

 for  @gladiolus-mamacitia may the thirst never be quenched

Gladiolus and Aster Amicitia

  • So Gladio has the bird tattoos… But Aster has flowers and thorns all over.
  • You bet your bottom dollar that he has his family members’ flowers bunched up together on his heart.
  • Aster is more subtle on his own. He can match the energy and gregarious-ness of Gladiolus but he is a touch sweeter.
  • Ultimate sparring buddy for Gladio. Bring new panties each time you witness this duel of brawns because my god, you’ll be as wet as the sweat dripping down their abs whoops how did this become nsfw
  • Aster has piercings. Tongue, ears. But he likes the minimalistic stuff.
  • Is more sympathetic. don’t show him smol lizards, he’ll gasp and DENY IT DO IT SHOW HIM ALL THE LIZARDS
  • His favorite food is ramen. Not Cup Noodles like a certain heathen but fresh, noodles with a soft boiled eggs and green onions and ham. 
  • has a horrible but lovely sweet tooth, will buy so much candy its ridiculous.
  • where do you think Gladio learned to be so smooth? Baby Brother Aster had to do something while Gladio was being prepped for Shield duties. Well they co-learned but Aster learned a bit faster. Loves historical romance, shhh keep it a secret.
  • Aster is a member of the Kingsglaive. Best Friend is Nyx Ulric oh no now im sad
  • Loves music and gardening. Does Iris’ hair more often than Gladio. But they both love spoiling their sweet baby sis rotten <3
  • BIGGEST TEDDY BEAR ALIVE!!!!! BEST HUGS AND KISSESSSS!!! TAKES HIS SWEET TIME WITH EVERYTHINGGG <3
  • Makes the best cheesecake handsdown its just so gluttonous and delicious you cant help it
Niall-- Loss For Words

“Sounds like utter shit to me.”

My eyes narrowed at him from my end of the couch, my legs stretched out in between us as he rubbed at my feet.  “Watch your language, Horan,” I warned.  “We agreed that we both needed to stop swearing now before the baby was born so we wouldn’t have to adjust once she’s already talking and repeating everything we say.”

Niall rolled his eyes.  “Wouldn’t want her swearing straight out of the womb, would we?”  His tone was sarcastic.

I shifted, my hand rubbing over my swollen belly.  I was 24 weeks pregnant with our first baby, we had just found out she was a girl a few weeks ago, after several weeks of keeping her legs crossed so we couldn’t see.  “That’s not what I said, and you know it, Niall.  I just said that you should start talking to her; tell her stories or talk about your day.”

There was a short snort from the other end of the couch.  “You don’t actually think she can hear me through all of that?” he asked, nodded at my stomach.

My lips thinned as I just looked at him.  “Thanks, sweetie.  You know how to make a girl feel great about herself.”

He groaned, rubbing at his eyes.  “You know what I mean, pet.  She’s inside of you, she can’t hear much of anything even if her ears are working.”

“You do remember I have a degree in child development psychology, right?” I questioned and he grunted; his typical response this pregnancy when I reminded him I had become familiar with this process and how children developed from conception a long time before we even considered having a child.  “I promise you, she can hear us talking right now.  If not exactly at this moment, she will very, very soon.”

“Yeah, and how did you know that?”

“There have been studies done that show that babies can not only hear what is going on outside the womb, even if it is muted, but they also recognize the voices of the people they hear the most often,” I explained patiently.

Niall had just grunted and gone back to his TV show and that was the end of that until a few days later while we were making dinner.  Out of nowhere, he turned to me and asked, “These studies… How do they know the baby can hear ya?”

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Alex and Lectures

this is from an ask that @queercapwriting got. here. Cap, thank’s for the inspiration from your lovely anons, I love them so much. I hope I did Alex justice and Adrian was stubborn but he at least had a few bites of veggies. Okay, here we go…


On the drive there, Alex can’t stop wiping her hands on her pants and off the steering wheel at every light, every stop because, what if she can’t help these kids? What if they laugh at her stories? But Maggie had told her that she was going to do great, and that is what she would do. Entering the college, Alex signed in at the front desk, pinning her visitors pass onto her shirt. There were people walking in all different directions, going from one lecture to another, getting food to eat, meeting up with friends, and, hopefully, going to Alex’s talk. Adrian’s college was the first place that Alex had ever gone to lecture anyone on anything. At first it had been on science, encouraging people to pursue this amazing field, but with encouraging from Maggie and Adrian, she had started to do talks on LGBT+ topics, coming out, acceptance and heaps of other things that she thought would help these kids.

Alex would never forget her first talk that she had done, Maggie had come with her and she had held her hand walking to the hall and she had kissed her before letting Alex walk up to the stand to talk to these open eyed queer kids with tears in their eyes because finally, they were safe in this hall. Safe with this woman who talked with such experience that it could only mean that, maybe, just maybe, she was queer too. And Alex had proven these rumours true when she had stepped down from the microphone and Maggie had run up and hugged her. Which, of course, had turned into a kiss. Which of course, had caused the whole room to erupt in cheers.

Alex smiled at the memory and walked into the hall, hands still shaking even after all the times that she had done this. Every time was different, different kids, different topics because “no way am I going to have palm cards, Maggie,”

There were so any amazing kids with so many different styles sitting in front of Alex. On some of their wrists were different coloured bands, most of them being rainbow. But others had trans colours on their wrists as well, asexual, non binary colours, so many different identities coming together to hear Alex speak to them. They didn’t know exactly what Alex was going to say, the flyer had just said an LGBT+ talk, but that had been enough.

Alex cleared her throat and smiled at a certain dapper young man sitting in the back of the room, smiling back at Alex. Adrian waved at her subtly and gave an encouraging nod. He looked so comfortable and Alex felt a surge of love for Adrian, proud of how far he had come since Maggie had found him. Pulling the microphone on the stand towards her, Alex cleared her throat.

“Hi everyone, my name is Alex. My pronouns are she/her,” There were a few tentative head lifts at Alex’s mention of pronouns.

“Being LGBT+ is hard, I’m not going to lie. Finding out that you’re queer, coming to terms with that. It’s hard. And it will be hard for many of you to accept that about yourselves. But I’m not saying this to make you feel bad, or ashamed. I’m here to help you,”

“I want to tell you one of my favourite quotes that I once read. “Fairy tales are more than true, not because they tell us that dragons are real, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten,”” Alex dried her hands on her jacket and continued.

“We all face our own dragons, and I’m sure that everyone in this room has faced their own. But I want you to know that you are not alone. Ever. I mean,” Alex spread her arms, “Look at this room, look how many people are in here. We are all here to fight the same dragons. Being queer is hard, but it is never something to be ashamed of, it is never something to hate. We are so lucky that we have this community of amazing people to support us. And I know, that you can feel alone sometimes, you can feel like there is no one to talk to. But I am here for you. I’m here for you now to help teach you guys about things that this heteronormative, cis, college can’t,” All eyes were on Alex now and she could see Adrian in the back, beaming like it was christmas.

“So,” Alex said, “What do you guys want to know?”

Almost as if coordinated, every hand shot up straight (A/N haha) in the air, which led to giggles spreading through this group of ragtag kids who, they hoped, had finally found a place where they belonged.

After the lecture, Alex had taken Adrian to meet up with Maggie at a diner near the college. They sat in one of the corner booths, laughing and sharing funny stories. Adrian squealed when Maggie placed her vegan salad in front of him and made him eat at least a few bites because “you don’t know if you don’t like it till you try it, Adrian, and I’m pretty sure you live off of Jessie’s pizza, so no complaining.”

Adrian mock frowned, “Fine, Sam-I-am. But just so you know,” he put a bit of the green leaves in his mouth and grimaced, “I most definitely do not like green eggs and ham.” Maggie laughed and took her food back, digging into it, leaning against Alex happily. Adrian laughed along with both of his queer mums as he ate his, most definitely not vegan, meal.

As Adrian walked back to his dorm room, he saw a group of kids from the lecture walking through the quad, laughing and having fun. Adrian smiled, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket, and kept walking, glad that these kids had found a place where they could be happy. He would have to ask Alex to come back again soon…


A/N I might be coming back to this for a second parter where Maggie comes and helps with a struggling queer kid.

Dean/Cas: Bright Star

Professor!Cas AU inspired by this post. 1.7K.

“Dr. Novak?” Dean calls quietly as he opens the office door. It’d normally be rude to walk in like this but he figures it’s an exception with Castiel.

The room is darkened save for the sunlight streaming in through the wrap-around window, and from the desk pushed up against the wall comes a low, warm voice. “Good afternoon, Dean.”

God, that voice. Dean blushes a little, then stammers, “Hey, thank you again for, um- For letting me make this up.”

“You’re welcome,” Castiel replies, and oh, so that’s what people meant when they said a smile could light up a room.

Okay, so maybe Dean’s got a crush but honestly, who wouldn’t after meeting the guy? With the gravel-rough voice and five o’clock shadow and nerdy ties that are always on backwards. He’s somehow hot and endearing all at once and Dean is basically a walking cliché.

To be fair, there were times when Dean felt like they could’ve been more in a parallel universe - one where they’re classmates, or childhood friends, or total strangers who meet on the street. Dean would have been infatuated either way and had something realistic to pin his hopes on.

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Geez, He Looks Cute

Lafayette x Reader
Word Count: 2175
A/N: Just a mid-week pick me up for you, Sweethearts 💗

“Yes, your father is very brave, Amaury,” you said appreciatively as you tied the little boy’s shoes.

He rested his hand on the top of your head, probably messing it up, not that you minded. As a first grader, he wasn’t necessarily coordinated yet, and if it meant having frizzy hair to keep him upright, it was worth it. The poor boy was clumsy in nature, you’d be curious to know how he fares when he grows bigger.  

“He’s smart, too,” Amaury continued, “He helps be do my adding.”

You grinned, as you moved on to zipping up his jacket; “Oh yes,” you agreed, “Father’s are usually very smart.” Well, he can’t be TOO smart, since he is continuously late picking up his only child from school, but that’s not something you can say to a child who idolizes his father. That’s not something you could say to anybody, really.

“Are you sure you weren’t supposed to go home with a big kid?” You asked, pulling his hat on the top of his head. Occasionally, his father told Amaury to go home with Sammy, an older boy who lives right beside the Lafayette family. It’s happened more than once, you waiting with Amaury long after the final bell rang, because he had forgotten his father’s instructions.

“No,” the little boy replied, happily, “He’s going to pick me up. We’re going to eat some ice cream on our way home.”

You smiled, and he returned it with a toothless one of his own; “That sounds wonderful,” you grinned before standing up and peering out the window to see if the ever-late Gilbert was approaching the school, yet. No sign of him.

“I’ll tell you what,” you said, turning back around to face the little boy, who was looking at you expectantly, “Why don’t we read a book while we wait? Does that sound nice?”

Amaury nodded his head, enthusiastically, “Only if you’re reading it, Miss Y/L/N,” he said playfully, already making his way to the bookshelf.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, “Of course,” you agreed, following as he paved the way.

Naturally, he picked his favourite; Green Eggs and Ham. You’ve read this book more times than you could count; the thing with first graders is that as soon as one of them have a favourite, they all have a favourite. And their favourite book at the moment was Green Eggs and Ham.
For what felt like the hundredth time that week, you opened the Dr. Seuss book and began reading it, doing your best “Sam” voice. At this point, Sam was turning into your alter ego, you pretended to be him so frequently.

“And I do no like-“ you began, before there was a hurried knock on the classroom door.

“I am sorry I am late,” Gilbert said, his words rushed. You knew he was from France, and although English isn’t his first language he’s fluent; however, that didn’t prevent his over-pronunciation, making his ‘rushed’ sentences a little bit awkward.

“It’s my daddy!” Amaury exclaimed, getting up from his spot on the reading mat and running over to his father.

Gilbert picked his little man up and smiled at you, apologetically. “Hey, little guy,” he said, lifting his son into his arms. “Miss Y/L/N, I’m sorry to keep you waiting,” he apologized, sounding like he had ran all the way to your classroom from France. “I was held up in a meeting with my boss, I couldn’t get out of it. It won’t be happening again.”

You nodded your head in understanding; you were only kept fifteen or so minutes after school was out, which wasn’t too bad in the grand scheme of things. You’d hate for it to become even more of a habit than it already is, though.

“That’s alright, Gilbert,” you grinned with a soft sigh, “Oh, and Amaury, did you grab your adding and subtracting worksheet to take home?” You asked, the little guy, “I hear you’re very good at adding,” you said, this time to Gilbert.

He smiled bashfully as his son scurried out of his arms and ran over to his desk, “I almost forgot,” he muttered as he began pulling out his mess of papers, looking for his practice-worksheet.

“It’s not homework or anything,” you explained quietly as Amaury searched around, “It’s just incase he wants to practice. He’s actually very good at his math,” you shrugged.

“I am very glad,” Gilbert said with a sigh, “I have been a lot busier at work, taking on extra shifts, attending more meetings… I’m glad he’s not being affected by it too badly,” he continued, nearly sadly.

You nodded you head in understanding, “Oh, well, I think he’s doing just fine. But maybe if you don’t have the time to pick him up after school, your wife can pop in-“

“Oh no,” Gilbert intervened quickly, “Me and Marie, we are not… We are not with each other anymore.”

Your eyes widened, and you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment—how could you not know they were split? You usually know the parents of your students fairly well… “Oh, I’m so sorry,” you apologized quickly, “I just assumed—because she’s been here a quite a few times, and that student-led conference—I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…” You mumbled quickly, having far too many things to say and not nearly enough time to say them.

Gilbert chuckled, as Amaury began piling his papers back into his desk, “I found it,” he declared, re-organizing his little papers, quickly.

“That is okay, Miss Y/L/N,” Gilbert grinned, “It was a few years ago, now… We have joint custody, but we’ve been apart for years.”

“That’s too bad,” you replied, not really sure of what to say next. Luckily, Amaury re-joined you, his little worksheet in hand.

“Ready, dad!” He exclaimed, grabbing at his fathers hand. “Goodbye, Miss Y/L/N!”

You chuckled and waved to the little boy as he and his father left your classroom. “Goodbye Amaury, I’ll see you on Monday!”

***

After being told Amaury’s parents were split up, you began wondering why you hadn’t realized it sooner. The only time you had actually seen Gilbert and Marie together was during the student-led conference, and the parent-teacher conference. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty.

“Now is daddy or mommy picking you up today?” You asked, zipping up the familiar blue winter jacket.

“Daddy,” Amaury answered, “Mom’s boss sent her away for a little while.”

You quirked an eyebrow; “Oh? Where did she get sent away to?” You asked, purely out of curiosity.

“I don’t remember,” Amaury answered simply, “She has to work. She’s coming home in four sleeps.”

You nodded you head, “I see,” you replied, tucking on his hat, “So it’s just you and daddy for the week, huh?” You grinned, “That’ll be fun.”

Amaury nodded his head, “Yeah, he says we’re going to have tonnes of fun; we’re going to eat pizza, we’re going to watch movies, we’re going to play—oh hi, dad,” he said, grinning over your shoulder to Gilbert, who was nearly on time today. Of course all the other kids were gone by now, but it was nothing compared to last week.

“Hey A,” Gilbert greeted his son, “Miss Y/L/N,” he smiled at you, giving you a curt nod of his head.

You smiled back, “Hello Gilbert,” you grinned, handing him his son’s backpack.

“Oh, you can call me Lafayette,” he said with a gentle smile, “Everybody else does.”

You nodded you head, “Lafayette,” you smiled, “Got it. And you don’t actually have to call me Miss Y/L/N; I’m Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Lafayette grinned, “Got it.”

***

For the next few weeks, you and Lafayette had these little meetings after school while he picked up Amaury. You thought it may be flirting, but that could easily be you just misinterpreting things. But just to make sure, you kept the small meetings to a minimum—you weren’t sure of his intentions with you, but you definitely thought he was attractive, and smart, and even though he was late picking him up most of the time, you knew he was a good father to Amaury. You didn’t really want anything to come from that, though; not only would it be unprofessional, but if it didn’t work out, you didn’t want Amaury to be affected by it at all. It was just trouble waiting to happen.

So on Friday morning, when Amaury was being dropped off, and Lafayette asked to speak with you quickly, besides your little bit of excitement, you felt panic. Pure panic.

“Oh,” you let out, “Well—well class with be starting soon,” you muttered, nearly incoherently.

Lafayette nodded his head, and let his shoulders slump the tiniest bit; “I know, I was just wondering—well, hoping, really, that you would like to… Go on a date with me… Tomorrow evening?” He asked hesitantly, his accent becoming thick with his nervousness.

Oh geez, he looked cute… You blinked a couple of times, a hundred thoughts running through your mind. Of course he was cute, and handsome, and funny, and he was DEFINITELY French. But was it morally acceptable to date your student’s father? Of course, Amaury wouldn’t know, unless it turned into something serious… He wouldn’t have a clue about anything… That makes it a bit better, doesn’t it?

“If you do not want to, I understand-“

“No,” you interrupted him quickly, before realizing how eager and probably scary you sounded, you grinned nervously, letting your shoulders slump; “It’s not that, I just… I would love to,” you answered, suddenly out of breath.

“Okay,” Lafayette responded, a dopy grin on his face, “I will text you, then,” he continued, “Can I have your, uh, your—“

“Oh!” You exclaimed, “Yeah, my phone number,” you chuckled nervously, before scurrying over to your desk, writing it quickly down on a sticky note, “Here you go,” you smiled, handing him the note.

“Perfect,” Lafayette smiled, “Have a good day, Miss Y/L/N,” he grinned, “I will see you later.”

You smiled brightly back at him, “Goodbye, Lafayette.”

***

“He talks about you a lot,” Lafayette admitted, his accent growing thick with every drink he took, “He really likes you.”

You couldn’t help but grin; “I’m glad,” you said honestly, “He’s a really sweet kid; a great student, too.”

Lafayette nodded his head, “Oh good; he could be a bit wild at home, I was kinda worried he was wild at school, too…”

“Oh, well he’s a little bit rowdy,” you giggled, “But he knows the limits.”

Lafayette had taken you out to dinner; when he was dropping you off, you realized you weren’t quite ready to say goodbye, yet. While you were on your date, you learned all about France, and all about his family, and home, and you weren’t quite sick of that adorable accent yet, so you invited him for a little drink. And here you were, laying on a blanket in your living room, beside Laf, a glass of wine sitting on the ground next to you.

“He talks about you a lot, too,” you mentioned, rolling onto your side so you could look at him; “He thinks you’re great.”

Lafayette smiled brightly as he, too, rolled onto his side. “And what do you think?” He asked, the smallest of smirks playing at his lips.

You fought to keep the blush from covering your cheeks, and even though you weren’t successful, you were grateful that Lafayette didn’t comment on it. “I think you’re fine,” you shrugged, grinning.

“Mm, just fine?” He teased, moving from laying on the blanket, to sitting.

You copied his motions, biting the inside of your bottom lip as you thought up a response; luckily, though, you didn’t have to. Lafayette spoke once again.

“Because I thought you were pretty amazing,” he said softly, “And I would really like to take you out again,” he said, substantially more confident than he is without any alcohol in his system.

You grinned, as you nodded your head, “I would like that, too,” you replied, looking down to your hands, fiddling with your fingers to avoid looking at the man sitting in front of you. Since when was a boy able to give you butterflies again? Didn’t you pass this stage in high school?

Lafayette chuckled, using his thumb and finger, he tilted your face up to look at him. He shook his head gently before leaning in to you, pressing his lips against your gently, giving you the chance to pull away if that’s what you wanted to do.

You definitely didn’t want to pull away. Using his hair, you pulled him closer to you, softly. You felt him smile into the kiss, making you grin, too.

“Lafayette?” You asked, hesitantly.

“Mhm?” He replied, pressing his lips against yours, pulling you into another kiss.

“I definitely think you’re better than ‘just fine.’“

“Starstruck”

A/N: I don’t know what to do with this  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Summary: Reader’s rather horrible day takes a turn as she meets the two lead actors of her favorite show.

Characters: Jensen x College!Reader x Jared

Warnings: None

1030 Words


Originally posted by official-knight-of-hell


Your eyes shot open the second you heard your familiar alarm by Asia. You instantly turned it off and checked the time. You groaned, if you didn’t leave in ten minutes, you’d be late for your last exam.

Quickly, you got yourself ready and dressed and prayed that you won’t be late so you could write the exam that you’ve studied so hard for.

Thankfully, you weren’t late, but that didn’t stop the rest of the day from not going your way.

The moment you got back to your small apartment after finishing your last exam, you had decided to take a relaxing shower, only to find it was freezing.

Then you wanted to have some microwavable dinner, but the electricity went out.

You snapped when you couldn’t find your phone anywhere, you had promised a week ago that you’d call your mom today.

God, you hate Tuesdays.

You looked outside. It wasn’t dark yet, and since you had spent some time in the library earlier today, you’d figured that’s where you left your phone.


You walked in the library but stopped in your tracks at what you saw. A camera was pointed in your direction with a large crew behind it. You saw that the camera was filming two actors sitting at one of the tables, who looked like they were reading through books.

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goofy phrases the paladins have used in casual conversation at least once

  • what’s the haps chaps
  • what’s the story morning glory
  • real eyes realize real lies
  • ding dong, you are wrong
  • move, i’m gay
  • git gud
  • (about to do something mundane) WITNESS ME
  • “if you die in space you die in real life” 
    “well, you’re not wrong”
  • (forming voltron) this is my kitty cat, this is their kitty fat, it goes pat pat pat (voltron suckerpunches the bad guy)
  • space… the final frontier.
  • what the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little zarkon?
  • (referring to the food goo) i don’t like green eggs and ham
  • (someone enters the room)
    “it’s dat boi!!”
    “oh shit waddup!!”
  • (voltron does something awesome) that’s the cat’s meow

If someone with a mental illness is talking about how chronically bored or empty they feel and you respond by telling them to just go do something:
(1) you are not understanding
(2) you are not helping at all

spacegate  asked:

PROMPT. After the events of WAFF, Papyrus moonlights as a therapy....dragon? at the library, where children read books to him so they can practice speaking/reading and also have a badass dragon dog skeleton watching over them. Everyone is happy with this arrangement!

Yes, you guys keep giving me depressing prompts, time for some happy ones!

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anonymous asked:

From one bi guy to another... I've been told that I don't have the right to be included in LGBTQIAA+ debates/discussions/places/arguments because I'm dating a woman (who is also queer)... and it's not like I'm overly affected by the abuses suffered by the Community given that I'm middle class, white, and dating a woman. Do I have a right to be included?

Of course you do! B is the 3rd letter of the acronym! You don’t stop being bi because you’re dating someone of a different sex, you don’t stop being bi if you’re single, and your current circumstances don’t definite the legitimacy of your sexuality or it’s right to be recognised. A bisexual is a bisexual even if they’re in a straight relationship, a gay relationship, in a plane, underwater, eating green eggs and ham (or refusing to do so). You damn well have a right to be included.

The Signs as Kylee Henke quotes
  • Aries: "Do you want someone to draw your OCs?! Do you want someone to draw your OCs MAKING OUT?! Do you want someone to draw your OCs making out WITH CHARACTERS THAT DON'T EVEN BELONG TO YOU?!"
  • Taurus: "AHHH, SO MUCH ART, I'M GONNA SHOVE IT UP MY ASS!"
  • Gemini: "I do not like Green Eggs and Ham. I do not like Freddy. I do not like Freddy's pizza. I hate all of you. Five Nights at Fuckboy's."
  • Cancer: "'Kylee Henke. The Girl of fanart characters. kylee love his friend. of adventure. kylee...is the fanart.' -soft laughter- Oh, no..."
  • Leo: "We're having an orgy, while on fire. Now, that's hot. -Loud honking laughter-"
  • Virgo: "I ate so much fucking shit on the Fourth of July. I said I wouldn't, but then I did. And then I totally fucked up my diet, and now I'm paying for it by working out in a hundred fucking degree weather. I hate my fucking life. I hate myself SO MUCH. WHY THE FUCK DID I DO THAT?! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAAAA! WORK BITCH!"
  • Libra: "GET THING. FOR THE LOW PRICE OF MONEY! I WARNED YOU ABOUT THESE COMMISSIONS, BRO! ART THAT'S BETTER THAN A SEX!"
  • Scorpio: "Yiffs can be exchanged for goods and services. Is yiffs what they give at this pizza joint instead of, like, tickets? You know, on game machines, that you can exchange for prizes?"
  • Sagittarius: "Please, please, Bread Gods! Let me toast myself!"
  • Capricorn: -Demonic Zoobe bunny laughter-
  • Aquarius: "Gotta watch the goddamn door, Garry. That's your only job, Garry! YOU HAD ONE JOB, GARRY! You fucked up, Garry."
  • Pisces: "HOOOOOOOOOOO, GET WRECKED! HOOOOOOOOOOOOO, GET WRECKED! YEAH, YOU RUN, YOU LITTLE BITCH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! YEAHHHHH! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!"
I Thought You Were MY Daddy

Requests:

Ok, I read your Andy fanfic so can I have one with Patrick but the kid is like 10, and you were doing the ‘daddydom’ thing???

More Brendon smut because holy shit ❤️❤️ but it needs to be the kinky Call me Daddy side of brendon please

I really need some Brendon smut

A/N I decided to make this one for all these requests. I did ask the person who wrote the first request if it would be ok for me to use it with Brendon instead and they said yes so don’t worry.

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I am Ham
Ham I am

May I fight in the war, goddamn?
I do not agree, Ham-I-Am
I do not like you fighting, my fam


May I fight in the South?
May I lead in Monmouth?


You will not fight in the South
You will not lead in Monmouth
I do not agree, Ham-I-Am
I do not like you fighting, my fam


I’ll be great, you’ll see
I have three whole friends with me


You will fuck up, listen to me
I was once akin to thee
You will not fight in the South
You will not lead in Monmouth
I do not agree, Ham-I-Am
I do not like you fighting, my fam


A war! A war!
I wished for a war!
Now may I
Command the corps?


Not in this war! Not our armed corps!
Not in the South
Not in Monmouth
I do not agree, Ham-I-Am
I do not like you fighting, my fam.


CALL ME FAM
ONCE MORE GODDAMN!


I do not like you fighting, my fam,
Go home, Ham-I-Am.

—  Green Eggs and Hamilton by Amo