does that clock have a name

exo in the exam hall


• had three cups of coffee for breakfast

• woke up on the day of his exam with a cold. he sniffles a lot so one of the supervisors put a tissue box on his desk.

• he was unlucky and got the squeaky desk. every time he writes or uses the eraser the desk squeaks

• already coughed loudly 3 times. embarrassed to do it again but his chest really needs this cough to clear the phlegm for him to breathe properly 

• he attempts all the questions

• finishes 15 minutes before the exam ends


• very prepared. has spare pens, pencils, eraser, pencil sharpener, ruler, calculator, a clear water bottle and puts his watch in the corner of his desk to track time

• you can see him smiling when he reads the questions during reading time

• has many brain farts during the exam, the answer does come to him eventually

• asks for additional writing paper for the extended response questions (does he have a lot to write or does he have big handwriting?)

may or may not have a quiet cry halfway through the exam

• finishes 10 minutes before the exam ends


• sat in the wrong assigned desk (”why am I being tested on microbiology?”)

• forgot to write his name and student number before starting

• has random songs stuck in his head

• gazes up at the clock and around the hall a lot

• “why are the others using a ruler?????” “why are they using a calculator???”

• started the last question but time ran out


• arrives at the exam hall 5 minutes late

• his pen stopped working on question 3 and he forgot to bring a spare (luckily another student saw him struggling and passed him a new pen)

• turns over his exam pages loudly

• he’s nervous which means…tapping his feet

• puts his hand up and gets up to go to the toilet multiple times during the exam

• finishes writing his last sentence for the last question when time ran out


• had 2 energy drinks before arriving

• he looks confident (borderline smug)

• once he opens the paper his face drops and you can hear small gasps

• makes stupid faces to a friend of his who is sitting in a few rows in front (he gets his first warning). continues to make faces and mouth stupid words to his friend (second warning). he stopped after that

• clicks his pen repetitively as he thinks

• finishes his last question just as time runs out


• woke up early to cram in some extra revision before heading to the exam hall

• seems pretty chill (or did he already give up on the inside?)

• he turns his pages quicker than the majority of the other students

• mutters to himself quietly

• checks over his answers 3 times before putting his hand up

• leaves an hour early?! (did he give up? wing it? or a genius? who knows)


• nervous (he studied well but he’s still uneasy)

• you can hear him sigh a small breath of relief once he opens the exam paper

• he gets even more nervous when he hears one of the supervisors walk towards him and stops next to him…and then continues to walk off

• becomes annoyed with all the tapping, sniffling and clicking in the room

• holds his tummy after it makes a whale noise. doesn’t help. his face turns red as his stomach continues to growl (too nervous to eat properly that morning)

• finishes the exam on time


• stayed up late last night revising so now he’s tired

• as he reads each question, he remembers studying it but he has difficulty remembering the answer fully

• he looks up at the clock a lot and after each time he writes faster

• kicks his desk lightly as he thinks 

• finished 5 minutes before the exam ended

• closed his eyes and rests his head on his arms as he waits for time to be up. falls asleep


• lost some writing time since he arrived late

• his phone was confiscated because he forgot to turn it off/put it on silent

• he winged 50% of his answers while he genuinely knew the other 50%

• brought in a crunchy plastic drink bottle. makes a loud crinkling sound every time he picks it up to drink

• when one of the supervisors say “5 minutes left” you hear him go into a writing frenzy 

• at the end of the exam you can see him sunk into his chair with a dead defeated look on his face

Date in a Box

Words: 9.7k
Genre: Fluff. So much fluff. 

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Originally posted by jnjk-pkjm

He called and you came running.

Knock Knock.

The door swings open; a boy dressed in a white shirt, blue jeans and timberlands greets you with frightened doe-eyes. “Are you-”

“Yes I am.” You push your way in, not having enough time to slip off your shoes politely. You take one quick scan of his apartment. “How much time do we have?”

“She’s coming in five minutes.” He says in alarm, scrambling to look at the clock.

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Imagine:On everyone’s 18th Birthday a Tattoo of their soulmates name appears. Your still waiting for yours.

You sat in your room surrounded by your 4 bestfriends.
“So how long have you been 18 for?"Lydia asked curiously.

"22 hours"you sighed.

"And you still haven’t got a name?"Allison bit her nail worriedly.
You nodded sadly.

"What if you don’t get one, does that mean you’ll be alone forever? Because your running out of time"Malia glanced up at the clock before taking a bite out of your cake.

You all turnt to Malia with widened eyes.
"Malia!?"Kira exclaimed.

"Don’t worry I’m sure it’s just late"Kira reassured you.

"Yeah my mom’s appeared two days after she turnt 18"Lydia nudged you.

"What if Malia’s right, what if I am gonna be alone forever, I’ll probably live in an apartment all alone with like 89 cats"you pouted as you took a giant spoon of ice cream and shoved it in your mouth.

"I need to pee"you mumbled sadly as you swung your legs off your bed. Your friends watched as you shuffled out of the room.

Truth was, you didn’t need to pee you needed to get away.
You were the oldest out of your friends and you were worried that you would have to sit back and watch them all get their soulmates tattoo whilst you have bare skin.

You poured yourself a drink and brought the glass up to your lips just as you were about to drink it, a sharp pain shot across your wrist.

It was happening.
You threw your glass in the sink and sprinted up the stairs.

"Guys it’s happening!"you screamed. The girls squealed in response as you all gathered around your wrist.

"I’m so excited"Lydia smiled.

"I wonder who it will be"Allison added.

All 5 pairs of eyes were glued to your wrist as the pain stopped.
Confusion was plastered on all of your faces as you glanced at the name.

"What the hell is a Stiles?"you asked.

Part 2??

Soulmates and Circuses

Nightwing (Richard Grayson x Reader)

Originally posted by soccer-love-life-n-randomthingz

(A/n, not one hundred and ten percent sure how I fell about this I’ve had it siting in my drafts for awhile. P.s I have no idea how to end this so if you have any ideas for a part two let me know.)

(A/n: I just rewatched the last episode of Young Justice again, and so what if Nightwing only had a year to live when he ‘took a break’ after Wally’s’ passing.)
Prompt: Your clock is a countdown of how long you and your soulmate have left to find each other or else you both will die because the universe is sadistic af—and if you find your soulmate you get to live longer.
Dicks pov
       I glanced at my soulmate timer again six hundred and five days, seven hours, seven minutes and nine seconds. It was a low number considering most people received at least thirty years to find their soulmate. that’s what made mine so shocking as it fell just four hours and fifty-three minutes before my twenty-first birthday. I knew I wasn’t going to find my soulmate in time because I’d waited too long to start looking. I’d always tried to convince myself that I didn’t care if I died that young, but I couldn’t anymore. Wally’s, my best friend’s death was the final straw that had broken the camel’s back. It made me realize I didn’t want to die young and thus, I needed time to think without the vigilante lifestyle clouding my thoughts. 
       “Dick, are you sure about this?” Bruce asked as I stuffed a white cotton shirt into a black duffle bag. I was heading back to Hailey’s circus my childhood home. It’s where my life started it might as well be where it ends.
“Yeah, Bruce I’m sure. I just need time to process all this.” I sighed, this was the fourteenth time someone asked me that same question. Bruce gave me one of his signature Batman glares probably trying to get me to back down and stay on as Nightwing, so I would spend the last year and a half of my life fighting crime. “Bruce, we both know I won’t be any good to you or anyone else when all I can think is what does my clock say now or how long do I have left,” I admitted as I zipped up the duffel and slipped it on my shoulder before walking out of my room in the manor.
Your pov
(HOMETOWN) November 30th, 2017 4:00 pm

     “(first name) (last name) where do you think you’re going?” My mother inquired from where she stood leaning on the door frame. Her arms crossed over her chest as her eyes were trying to impale me with daggers.
“Well, Mama I was planning on going to the circus tonight,” I stated as we engaged in a battle of glares. After a few minutes of this, I averted my gaze, 

   “Look, Mom, this is undoubtedly going to be my last night on earth, and well I want it to be a good one.”
   “Fine, but you better be back home before that timer runs out we don’t need you scaring any little kids for life.” My Mother sighed.
   “Thanks, mom I love you,” I stated as I rushed out the door in a hurry to get to Hailey’s circus.
3d person pov
     That’s how the two of you found yourselves here tonight. So young and only minutes away from death. One doing daring feats high above the ground and one watching from bellow destined to meet and fall in love. Dick had just finished his act when both of you begin to feel the life seeping out of your forms. Dick scrambled down the ladder trying to get away from the peering eyes children they didn’t need to see this they didn’t need to see him die.
Little did he know you were having the same thought as you rushed out of the crowd not looking or caring where you were going just so long as the kids didn’t see your death. It wasn’t until you collapsed that you crashed into Dicks’ arms with only one second left on your timer that you blacked out.

Stripped (Part 2)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Word Count: 2974
Warnings: Fluff, mentions of death, some Bucky feels

Summary: You are a SHIELD agent working undercover in a strip club whose owner is involved with organized crime. When you find out he might be in talks with HYDRA Bucky is brought in to help.

You wake up a few hours later with the sudden urge to use the bathroom. You look down to find Bucky’s head resting on the peaks of your breasts with his arms holding onto you. He looks so sweet and peaceful. You hate the thought of disturbing him, especially after his rough night but you have to. You try to wiggle your way out from under the super soldier to no avail.

“Bucky,” you call, as you gently nudge him. He stirs slightly but does not wake up. You call his name again with a firmer voice and he opens his eyes. His gaze is directed at your hardened nipple pressing against your tank top. He seems surprised by his position, stuttering slightly as if to apologize but he’s not getting up fast enough. “Bucky please move. I have to pee so badly!”

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“Can you do an angsty Tyler Joseph fic where they get into a fight, and it ends really, really badly?” from @theathellama .

Gif is not mine!

Word count: 1734

Originally posted by trashy-extras

“Here you are! One vanilla sundae with chocolate drizzle!” She says with a broad smile as she sets the cup in front of me with a large red spoon stuck in the dairy treat. I thank her, as she takes the seat across from me with her cookie dough cone, licking up the side to catch the drips.

On this blustery June afternoon, she insisted that we stop by this shop that makes their homemade ice cream. We both always wanted to try it, and it’s certainly living up to the expectations after I take my first bite. Of course, I wasn’t too fond of going, and I told her that. All I wanted to do was sit in my house and write songs like I have been all this week. I’ve been in a creative funk lately, so it’s more like scribbling a few words before pitching into the overflowing bin next to the desk. When she showed up on my doorstep uninvited with crossed arms and a raised brow, I knew I was going either way. But anytime I get to spend with her is valuable. Compared to her cheerful personality, mine is just dreary. While she finds something positive about every situation, I find the negative. She’s as bright as the sun, and I’m as dull as the moon during the day. But when I’m with her, I smile bigger, laugh harder, and fall deeper. Too bad, I don’t know if she feels the same, and.. maybe I don’t want to find out.

“Did Josh tell you about that party he’s having tomorrow?”

“Yeah. Dunno if I’m going. You know parties aren’t my thing.” I scoop up another spoonful.

Her bottom lip juts out in a pout. “I know, it’s just I won’t know anyone there if you don’t go, except Josh and Dylan, but I don’t know them super well like you do.”

My brows come together at the second name as I slide the spoon out of my mouth. “Yeah, not going, sorry,” I respond with a cold tone, then look back down at my sundae. Of course, what I just stated is a bold-faced lie. I know exactly who he is: Josh’s new acquaintance that he met at the skate park a few weeks ago. He’s got two sleeves of tattoos, long blonde hair that’s always pulled back into a bun, thick glasses, and to top it all off: he’s from Austrailia. That’s not the part that strikes a nerve with me. Nope, the part that drives me up a wall is if I mention a hobby of mine, he’ll claim that he does it, too, but more extravagantly. More simply, he’s one-upping me, and only me. Anytime someone else mentions something, he’ll hand them a compliment, but I have to sit in the dark while he takes away all the thunder. I try not to let it get to me, but fuck, sitting through it all the time the four of us hang out does grow old fast. Maybe he’s trying to get rid of me? A stupid thing to think, honestly, and I try not to see it that way. He could be a good guy just being friendly, but my pessimistic brain thinks otherwise.

“Why not, Tyler?”

“Told you once before, I don’t party. Besides, I need to write for the new album.”

She lets out an annoyed huff. “You need a break from writing, you’ve been at for the past two weeks! You’ll get burnt out.” She’s right, always is, but my stubbornness isn’t going away so easily.

“Well I mean, this is Josh and I’s career you’re talking about.” I retort then her brows pull together in confusion.

“Um, okay. It’s only one night Tyler. I’m not asking for you to take a month off. What’s wrong with you?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.. sorry. Can we just go, please?” I pick up the empty container, then walk over the exit, tossing it into the bin as she follows behind. She pops the last bit of the cone in her mouth, then falls in step with me to the car.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” All I do is nod in response. “Oh.. well I won’t force you to go if you don’t want to, but afterward do you want to hang out and watch movies all night? We could order pizza, take out, or whatever?”

A small smile appears on my lips. “Yeah, I’d like that. Thanks (Y/N),”

“Anything for my best friend, Ty!”

Best friend. Man, what I would give to be something more.

* * *

“Yeah, that works!” I exclaim after halfheartedly singing the new lyrics I scrawled down in my notebook. “Now, I just have to work on the actual music.” My left-hand rests against my cheek while the other taps the pencil against the book. This is pretty much what I’ve been doing since I departed the ice cream shop, this and a long nap. Too bad Josh isn’t here, this album would be finished so much faster, but he’s too busy hanging out with Dylan. Just the thought of his name halts the tapping against the desk and causes me to grit my teeth. Why does everyone like him so much? What does he have that I don’t? Better looks, more talent, a sharper tongue? I just don’t understand.

A knock on the door brings my attention away from the scribbled pages, then onto the time displayed on the bedside clock. That must be (Y/N), but why is she so early? It’s only ten, and the party only started an hour ago. Pushing my chair away from the desk, I head into the foyer then peer into the peephole to find (Y/N). However, when I open the door to greet her with a smile, it drops faster than a pen when I see Dylan step out from behind her to pull me in for a hug. I grimace at his friendliness, then pat him on the shoulder before he lets go and steps inside. My brown eyes fall on (Y/N) as she steps forward; she senses the angry held within them because she apologizes quietly. “He wanted to watch movies, too, Tyler.” No, that’s it. I can’t deal with this anymore. Dylan is not ruining any more moments for me, especially when it involves her.

“Can I talk to you please?” I mutter through gritted teeth, then grab her hand and drag her inside past Dylan, who gives us a confused look.

“The movies are in the cabinet in the living room!” She calls out to him as we enter the hallway that leads into my bedroom. As soon as the door is closed, she rips her hand away from my grasp. “What are you doing?” I let out a harsh breath then turn to face her.

“He needs to fucking leave.”

Her eyes widen at the sudden hostility that I rarely ever show. “Excuse me? Why?”

“I don’t know why you or Josh haven’t realized it yet, but I fucking hate that guy! He’s such an ass.”

“Why though? He hasn’t done anything to you, Tyler.”

I let out a small laugh. “Are you being serious right now? He treats me like shit, ever single time the four of us hang out, and I throw in my own opinion or share my hobbies or whatever, I get shut down or one-upped. Do you have any idea how that feels when it happens regularly?”

“He just joking arou-”

Joking around are you fucking kidding me? I’m sorry, I know what joking around is (Y/N), and that is definitely not it.” I hiss. “Why the hell are you even defending him for? You’ve known him what.. two-three weeks? I’ve been your best friend for years, or does that not fucking matter?”

She crosses her arms, and her voice starts to rise along with the anger. “Really Tyler, you’re melodramatic. You always blow everything way out of proportion, seeing all the negative and never the positive. Dylan is a great guy! You just need to give him a chance! And don’t you ever say that your friendship doesn’t matter! You’re vital to me.”

“Obviously not important enough when it’s apparent what side you’re on!” I swallow down the frog in my throat to try and fight off the tears brewing in my eyes. “You like him, don’t you?” I whisper.

“What?” I say it again a tad louder, and she stutters for a response. “I-I mean a little bit, why does that matter to you?”

At that moment, my heart shatters into a thousand pieces. My worst fear is a reality. That’s why she’s defending him; she actually has feelings for that prick. With a shaky breath, I point to the bedroom door. “Get out,”

“Get out? Tyler-”

“No! I’m done! I’ve tried so hard to be something more than just your friend, but now I don’t think I wanna be that anymore.”

“Don’t say shit like that! I care for you Tyler!”

“No, you don’t! Not in that way! Not in the way you like him!” My voice grows quiet for a second. “I’ll never be good enough for you.. so just get out of my life.” She opens her mouth to say something but quickly shuts it. Tears are falling onto her cheeks when she storms out of the room, slamming the door shut behind her. That’s when I fall apart, the sobs shaking my body when I fall to the ground. I hear the front door slam, and an engine roaring to life before tires squeal against the pavement.

And then she’s gone.

Dylan bested me again; he stole woman of my dreams.

State College Gothic (Featuring True Experiences)
  • There are bathrooms on the first floor of your dorm building. They are impeccably clean. You have never seen anyone else use them. Even so, you always get the last paper towel in the dispenser.
  • Maintenance just finished fixing all the washers in the laundry room. Still, only two work.
  • There are six people living in your suite. You know the name of your roommate. As for the others, you cannot determine which is which. You move out at the end of the year just as clueless as when you moved in.
  • You have spent hundreds of hours in classes and studying for your major. No matter how much you try, you cannot remember a thing.
  • Students speak of the dog that wanders around campus. Campus PD has stated that they have never seen a dog fitting that description, be it in person or on security footage.
  • The fire alarm goes off at 2:00 AM. You evacuate the building. An hour later, you are let back inside. The clock reads 2:02 AM.
  • Your professor asks you your name when you go to talk to him. You have had him six times in three years. He does not remember you.
  • You venture up to the fourth floor of the library. All the lights are off. No one is around. As you round the corner, you see a text book lying in the middle of the floor. On the page, in big, scribbled letters, is the word “FUCK”.
  • In the middle of the night, you hear thumping from the room above you. The next morning, you remember that you are on the top floor.
  • The CVS across the street closes at 10:00. You have never seen the lights off. Sometimes, you see a man walking out with bags around 12:30. 
  • It is 25 degrees Fahrenheit outside. Despite your two fans and open window, your room is still 80 degrees.
  • You go to a school-hosted party. When you arrive, the decorations are up and the dance lights are on. No one else is in sight. You go home after an hour. No one ever showed up.
  • Your phone rings. You have a conversation for a few minutes, while you remain unmoving. The reception cuts out at random. There is no discernible reason why.
  • Stress and other factors get to you, and you go to see a counselor on campus. In time, the counselor then tells you that you have exceeded the number of visits allowed. You can only count four sessions.
  • You check your grade online. An hour later, you see it again. It is ten points lower. No new grades have been added.
  • You get an email from the president of your school. You have never seen this name before. It is not the same as the name from the last email the president sent out.
  • Before your 8:00 AM class, you are the only one there. A little girl walks into the room. She stares at you for a moment, then immediately exits.
  • What she says: I'm fine.
  • What she means: Why is the Game O' Clock called that? What's the "o" short for?? Because if it was actually meaning of the "o" is a shortened version of "Of the" but it doesn't make sense to have a title as "Game Of The Clock". In fact, the name in general? Don't get me wrong I like the idea of series to have names; it adds a playful sheen to it. But Game O' Clock?! I mean for fucks sake Pyro, how did you even come up with this name? I find it funny but weird at the same time so I know my dilemma will never be solved. The way that the Pyrocynical channel itself has began to expand in its content with Pyrozella being his blooper channel and the introduction of new content makes me happy. Speaking of which where are the extra cuts that we were promised?! Why does he do better makeup than me! None of these things make sense and the only conclusion I have is that God can't have let such puzzles to exist without a proper solution
Camping Trip - Chapter Six

Disclaimer: Fiction.

Warnings: Threats.

Tagging: @hazeleyedleto    @devorahlynn    @msroxyblog    @snewsome756    @meghan12151977    @teggles07    @maliciousalishious    @sanellv    @ambolton @jayded-dreams @bradlea23

Notes: Thank you to everyone who’s been reading so far. <3

Chapter One | Chapter Two | Chapter Three | Chapter Four | Chapter Five

Chapter Six

When I woke up, Shannon was still asleep. I got up, getting dressed and heading to the balcony with a book. I know I should take these threats seriously, but truth was, I’ve been there before and the police did jack shit back when it happened. That’s just how the system works.

I sighed. Part of the reason I wasn’t sleeping much was due to guilt for not telling Mark, but I figured he had his own things to take care of and I was tired of running. Besides, the guy was probably not even close to me.

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// My hands slipped… Apologies for this horridness that I would most probably regret come morning. Sleep is ever-so elusive. Have a sleepy Lucy and Lockwood and a sassy George just ‘cause. //

• • •

This has become a habit, Lockwood thinks to himself as the cab driver rounded a corner five minutes away from 35 Portland Row. He is very careful not to move too much less he wakes up the sleeping form snoring lightly on his chest.

• • •

The first case they have been on together, Lockwood had been mightily impressed by the amount of energy Lucy seemed to have in her person. One particularly tetchy Visitor who had a flair for theatrics - falling jagged window panes, high-pitched screams, random fires… the usual - had sapped what little life he could spare that day, and the rain that had caught them unawares is doing nothing to improve matters. Lockwood remembers the bit of smoke curling up from her shoulder where the fire had nearly caught, the soot across her forehead, the flush on her cheeks when they’ve finally sealed the Source, her hair sticking to her scalp and face like wet seaweed when the rain had started pouring. He’d known he probably looks the same if not worse, and to be quite frank, he’d been ready to fall unconscious in his feet.

Lucy had stayed awake the entire time, even on the cab ride home.

What he didn’t remember is how Lucy hid huge yawns behind an opened - yet upturned - book, how hard she’d tired to keep her eyes open, how she’d fought against sleep harder than any ghost they’ve faced.

Lockwood had been too busy snoozing in the cab ride home to remember.

• • •

The fourth case of Lockwood and Co had ended quite superbly, if they say so themselves, and Lockwood, George and Lucy were all squashed at the back of the white nightcab on their way home with a couple of their duffel bags at their feet.

Lockwood had his head rested on the back of the chair when he felt a weight thump on his chest. When he’d tilted his head down to look, his cheek was met with head full of hair.

“I wouldn’t wake her up if I were you,” George said, eyes closed, head resting on the window. He sat on Lockwood’s lefthand side. “She might bite both our heads off.”

“I wasn’t about to,” Lockwood replied quietly. He was suddenly very still in his seat, his hands at his sides.

“Uh-hmm…” was George’s only reply. Lockwood hadn’t even noticed the knowing tone he used.

• • •

“Luce,” Lockwood said, moving his shoulder gently about to stir the sleeping girl awake. “We’re home.”

Lucy, as is customary, would bolt upright in her seat, look around blindly with half-lidded eyes, almost certainly still asleep. She would glance outside the window where 35 Portland Row stood - and Lockwood is certain she’s not really seeing it there because she looks too asleep to do so - and give Lockwood’s chest two good taps before saying, “We’re here.”

“That’s what I said,” Lockwood would then say pleasantly as he opens the door and lets himself out. He would then open the door for Lucy who would stumble out as if in a trance.

“George, put on the kettle,” she would mumble as she makes her way to the door, Lockwood following closely behind with their bags.

Lockwood would just shake his head with a soft smile on his lips as he opens the door for her and watch her climb the stairs to her room.

She would never remember any of this in the morning, and Lockwood would never mention anything, either.

• • •



“That jumper you have with the gold buttons at the front. You never wear that anymore, do you?”

“… No. I suppose I don’t anymore.”

“Why is that?”


“Have you lost it?”


A snigger. “I know why he doesn’t.”

“And why is that?”

“Oh well it doesn’t make for a good pillow, does it?”

“… What?”

• • •

A mighty thunderclap had bolted George awake from a near slumber. He sat upright on the couch and looked at the clock. Quarter to two o'clock. What is taking them so long? They should have been here an hour ago based on Lockwood’s estimate before they left. Where are -

Before George could stand up, the door flung open and in came Lockwood.

“Next time I yell your name from the street,” Lockwood told him, “d'you reckon you can make it there all quick?”

George ignored all this and asked, “What’s happened to her? Why’s she like that?”

'That’, apparently, is sleeping in Lockwood’s arms.

Lockwood shrugged. “She wouldn’t wake.” He started up the stairs. George followed him up.

As Lockwood tucked Lucy into her bed - one pillow behind her back (she sleeps on her side), one pillow for her to wrap her arms around, one pillow on her head and the blanket around this entire formation - he felt George’s eyes on him, and without missing a beat, said, “Not one word.”

“I wasn’t planning on saying it out loud.”

• • •

He felt the cab come to a stop and all at once, he’d woken up and said, “Luce, we’re -” The words died on his lips.

George looked back at him, already outside the cab and in the process of taking his duffel with him. Holly stood just beside him, one hand poised to collect her own things.

“You alright, Lockwood?” she asked, a worried frown on her lips. The frown deepened when Lockwood didn’t answer her, looking as though he hadn’t heard her as he kept looking at his chest.

“I wouldn’t bother, if I were you,” George muttered as he hefted the bag and slung it over his shoulder. He started his way to the house. “Old habits die hard, and this one in particular is not going anywhere.”

L.O.V.E. || Newt Scamander x Reader

Originally posted by newdscamander

Based on Anonymous’ request, ‘Could you please write a newt x reader where the reader is Tina and Queenies younger sister xx’

BTW do you know how confusing it is to write as an American reader but to use words like ‘sidewalk’ instead of ‘pavement’ because I’m British XD


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Yeah, that went about as I suspected. Nox has the lot of them in the palm of his hands, suspended in midair, unable to move.

Also we learned that Evangelyne’s race is Cra, so that’s nice. Though, these race/god names are getting more obscure by the second…

Of course, Yugo hasn’t the slightest clue what the hell Nox is talking about. And when he was unable to answer, Nox promised that he’ll take apart all his friends until he does, starting with the little Tofu, Az.

As luck would have it, the first feather Nox plucked was the magical one forged of the bird’s egg shell… Which then created a rune in the Draconic language instructing Yugo to go to Oma Island.

…..Shiiiiieeeeet. Nox is scary, man. The constant clock ticking noise whenever he’s around makes things so tense. Doesn’t help that it’s unspeakably powerful.

My Thoughts About Sherlock’s The Final Problem

I was never one to be thrown off by spoilers. Maybe that’s the very reason why I kept lurking on Tumblr the day the BFI screening and the supposed leak happened. And it was, needless to say, as expected of the Sherlock fandom to blow things up more than they should because, in a way, this entire time, we were shaped by this series to smarter, more vigilant, and to be just like Sherlock: logical, until emotionally compromised.

To summarise:

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

(I am mostly talking about myself, but hey, feel free to sympathise).

This is why it was puzzling to me why the response was split in half. I saw people who find it amazing and there are some who were deeply disappointed. And it wasn’t until I watched the episode that I understood why.

Some of us expected bigger things ahead because we have been amused by this series in the past, making us theorists. But I realised that they said this series was darker because it dealt with matters of the heart. One that is often more devilish than what the mind can conjure. We were expecting a complete mind game and yet what we got was a harrowing experience through and through.

Originally posted by oithatsmytardis

And yes, I liked it. Loved this episode, in fact. Although I did find the explosion and the 3 men hanging by the window a bit too much to the point of hilarity (it was quite cringey if I’m being honest) but it didn’t make me lose my attachment to the plot because it was a culmination of everything. It has it’s highs and lows, in which I will get into detail.

So as I am drowning (no pun intended) in my own feelings today, I will discuss my assessment of the episode because why the heck not.

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“Lamp Shade”

All puns aside, though I love both of these characters, I have a feeling they (or at least my versions of them) wouldn’t quite enjoy each other’s company–hence, this drawing! Plus, it was an excuse to keep drawing nerds in this style.

Art © @ticktocktimepiece 2016

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I present to you: a short Perc’ildan college library AU inspired by this post. I almost called it Closing Time, but that would have been too much.

Listen, Vax likes the midnight-to-closing shift. Sure, it’s late, and kind of boring, but it helps pay his tuition. It’s low-effort. It’s almost peaceful even, that time of night after the librarians have left when the reference desk and the special collections are closed and the only people in the building are the really dedicated, the really fucked, and the roommates of those who get to do all the actual–– well, you know. Point is, sitting at the check in desk, he practically fades into the background. Nobody needs help at one in the morning.

Well. Almost nobody.

“Excuse me,” a cultured voice says one drizzly night in late October when the library is pretty much deserted, and Vax drops the pencil he has been idly twirling through his fingers at the unexpected interruption. "You wouldn’t happen to know where I can find books about sixteenth century witchcraft, would you?”

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but ill never give up you

@fangirl4everyours inspired/requested this because she always has awesome fic ideas and how could i not do it

philkas au in which the boys cant sleep without each other

The first night away is the hardest. Philip has a single dorm room, and though it’s tiny, it’s far too empty. He doesn’t have much in the way of keepsakes, save a shoebox of pictures he has sitting on his desk. He plans on pinning them up on the wall at some point, but is too tired after a long day of finding his way around campus that he just leaves them for now.

It’s been 6 months since Lukas got shot, and everything ended. Since Kane was put away. Since Lukas woke up.

Since Lukas not-so-temporarily moved into the bottom bedroom at Helen and Gabe’s.

Bo was promoted, and seeing as his job needed him in the city more often, and that Lukas often woke up screaming if he wasn’t near Philip, he let Lukas move in on the terms that the boys would sleep in separate rooms.

Which, of course, wasn’t very well enforced. With everything that happened, Philip had trouble sleeping, too. When Helen and Gabe woke up to find the two curled up together in one of the bedrooms, they couldn’t bring themselves to keep them apart.

They chase each others demons away. They have since the very beginning. As someone who has demons of her own, Helen didn’t protest in the slightest. She had Gabe; it seemed right that Lukas could have Philip.

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The Bet (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 2

Archived | Posted August 25, 2014

Here’s part two! It turned out longer than I thought… Enjoy :)

Summary: You have a crush on Kwon Ji Yong - king of you university campus. You accept a bet regarding whether or not you’ll have enough courage to confess. Will you?

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

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