Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions.
I just added all the questions lmao, this is a jumble
1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke, but I don’t have it very often haha
2. Disney or Dreamworks: Both? Probably Dreamworks
3. Coffee or Tea: I like both, but coffee is my life
4. Books or Movies: yes to both
5. Windows or Mac: Windows, i can’t deal with Macs lmao
6. DC or Marvel: Marvel
7. Xbox or Playstation: Playstation, though I don’t really mind Xbox
8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Haven’t played either
9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Night Owl, most of the time
10. Cards or Chess: Chess
11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolateeeeee
12. Vans or Converse: Converse
13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: ???? (is this got? idek)
14. Fluff or Angst: If I have to choose, it’s gotta be fluff
15. Beach or Forest: Both?? Probably forest
16. Dogs or Cats: Cats! though i love dogs too
17. Clear Skies or Rain: Rain rain rainrainRAIN
18. Cooking or Eating Out: probably cooking
19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: both? maybe a mix or slightly on the mild side
20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas, I think
21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold, definitely
22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Definitely shapeshifting. it would be the coolest.
23. Animation or Live Action: live action
24. Paragon or Renegade: ???
25. Baths or Showers: showers
26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: team underappreciated side characters? also team both. team everyone. i can’t choose.
27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: sci-fi
28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so, what are they:
“Another secret of the universe: Sometimes pain was like a storm that came out of nowhere.”
“Let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure.”
“The truth is rarely pure and never simple.”
29. YouTube or Netflix: aaaahhhh…netflix
30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: harry potter
31. When You Feel Accomplished: On the rare occasions when I know I’ve worked as hard as I possibly can on something
32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars
33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: paperback
34. Handwriting or Typing: both? maybe typing though
35. Velvet or Satin: Satin
36. Video Games or Movies: Movies
37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? I’d love to own the dragon and be total besties
38. Sunrise or sunset: Sunset
39. What’s your favourite song? Of all time, New York by Ed Sheeran or Vegas by Sara Bareilles
40. Horror Movies yes or no: nope! NOPE AHAHA NOPEDY DOPE NOPE
41. Long hair or short hair: both, but probably middle/short
42. Opera or Theatre: theatre, without a doubt.
43: Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first? tough call, but I think i’m going to the spn universe armed with some determination and a general fear of monster-induced death
44: Are you scared of thunderstorms? Why? No, I love them
45: If you were going to move in the next two months, where would it be and why? I would probably move closer to the beach on the east coast of australia, or move back to near where I used to live in england
46: What is one superpower you should never be allowed to possess? Why? I should never be allowed to have telekinesis, because I would mind power everything to me and such and given how clumsy I can be usually, that would be a distaster
47: Would you rather live alone for the rest of your life or watch all your loved ones die? Why? I would rather see them die after fulfilling, long lives, but if they were going to die right now i’d live alone
48. If you could be a mythical creature, what would you want to be? My brain said vampire and I was just like “yikes, calm down there. also, no.” I would go with mermaid I think
49. Five movies you watched repeatedly in your childhood? Finding Nemo, RV, Shrek, Cars and Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone
50. Favourite song on Ed Sheeran’s Divide album? What Do I Know? or New Man
51. Top 5 favourite TV shows? Supernatural, Shadowhunters, Doctor Who, Eyewitness, The Musketeers
52. What would be your perfect date? An aquarium and a lowkey, casual dinner
Otabek wakes before Yuri. It’s not an uncommon occurrence. He’s always been extra early to bed, extra early to rise. Yuri often makes fun of him for his “old man” schedule, but it’s worked for him his whole life and his internal clock isn’t about to change.
His routine has proven to be beneficial to him on the nights that Yuri spends with him. When he wakes before Yuri, he can see all the little things that make Yuri beautiful in his most relaxed, natural state.
The common furrow of Yuri’s brow is gone, his forehead relaxed, smooth. His lashes are long, golden strands that look as though they’d be soft and silky to the touch and they kiss the definition of his cheekbones causing a stir of envy in Otabek’s core. He leans forward, gently caressing his fingers across Yuri’s cheek, down his jaw. His thumb grazes Yuri’s lip before falling to the spill of hair across Yuri’s chest.
He doesn’t remember when Yuri’s hair got to an almost unmanageable length, but Otabek will continue to hope that Yuri doesn’t start to hate it enough to cut it. It makes him look even more beautiful, if that’s possible. Regal, even. Though Yuri Plisetsky is far from Prince Charming.
Otabek finds him charming, scowls, profanity, flaws and all.
He bends over Yuri’s sleeping form, pressing a gently kiss right below the brush of Yuri’s long eyelashes. He feels them flutter, tickling against his cheek as Yuri awakens.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Yuri grumbles, his voice lower, raspier with sleep.
“Kissing my gold medal,” Otabek breathes, dragging his lips downward to meet Yuri’s.
Yuri rises to kiss, arching upward as Otabek presses against him.
“You’re an idiot if you think you have the gold,” Yuri tells him. “Because I’m the reigning champion here, Beka. The fucking gold belongs to me.” He lazily lifts an arm and slips it around Otabek’s shoulders. “Fucking mine.”
Otabek chuckles. “Believe what you will, Yura.” His hand anchors at Yuri’s hip as he rolls on top of him. “I will prove you otherwise.”
Yuri snorts, slipping a leg around Otabek’s waist to pull Otabek down against him. “I’d like to see you fucking try.”
Summary: You and Jughead were best friends in childhood, until a miscommunication pulled you apart. Years later, you run into Jughead in the most peculiar of places.
Being late to school had become a regular occurrence for you. You would repeatedly rush into class frantically ten minutes after the bell, and take your seat with all eyes on your and glare from your teacher. This particular day however, you decided that you were going to be early. Pulling into the empty parking lot, you smiled triumphantly at your success in actually getting out of the door on time and to school. The doors to the building were unlocked in the morning for the early rising teachers, and so you figured it wouldn’t hurt to go ahead and sort out your locker situation. You had never been the tidiest person, but your utter lack of time at school had resulted in your locker being a mess. Just as you were about to pass the first floor staircase, the janitor’s closet door opened. Jumping, you fell to the ground in a poor attempt to step back quickly. Looking around you, you realized that all of your belongings were scattered across the floor, on account of the fact that you had failed to zip up your backpack. It seemed like the world was against you. Reverting your gaze to the person who had caused this, you were surprised to see the town outcast, and your childhood boyfriend, Jughead Jones.
“Oh god, I am so sorry Y/N.” Jughead said anxiously, crouching down to help me pick up my stuff.
Focusing on his face, you noticed the wet ringlets of hair falling around his eyes. “It’s okay…but why is your hair soaking wet and what were you doing in the janitor’s closet?” You said inquisitively.
Jughead visibly tensed, but you just raised an eyebrow in further question. Sighing, Jughead stood up and reached a hand down to help you up, before pulling you into the closet and shutting the door quickly behind you. “This is what I was doing in the closet.”
Analyzing the area I saw a blanket, books and clothes scattered around, and canned goods littering the floor. “What, living?” You quipped, sarcasm dripping from your voice. From Jughead’s following silence, you knew you had fucked up.
“Oh Jughead.” You said, looking around once more before turning to him in concern. “What happened?” You asked at the realization that he was literally living in the janitor’s closet at school.
Scratching at the nape of his neck he pulled out a picture of the drive in and you looked at him with a blank stare. Rolling his eyes he tugged at his beanie. “That’s where I was staying before here.”
“But what about your dad, what about Jellybean?” Your worry became evident in your voice as you tried to piece together what had happened to Jughead in the 4 years that you had grown apart.
“My dad fell off the wagon. He was doing drugs, getting the family into dangerous situations, so my mom packed herself and Jellybean a bag and left. At the time I refused to leave my dad, but things got progressively worse and so here I am. Welcome to my humble abode.” He said, holding his arms out and nodding towards the small space he occupied.
“Juggie.” You whispered, so low that you questioned whether he had even heard you until his eyes met yours. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
You knew why he hadn’t. It had been years since he had chosen Betty and Archie over you, and he damn well knew that you had wanted nothing to do with him ever since. Over the last couple of years, you had internally forgiven him, but of course he had no way of knowing that.
“Well Y/N, I wouldn’t exactly call us friends. I would barely call us acquaintances as this point.” He said with a shrug and an expression that indicated anxiety and irritation.
“I care about you though. I never stopped caring about you.” You mumbled quietly, avoiding eye contact with Jughead.
“Really? Because it sure didn’t feel that way when you ditched me for fucking Reggie Mantle.” Jughead threw his hands in the air, exasperated.
“That wasn’t the same as you ditching me for Archie and Betty. I was dating Reggie.” You told him, reminding yourself of the horror that was seventh grade.
Jughead just looked at you, searching your face for some recognition of something that wasn’t there. “Are you serious? Dating Reggie? You aren’t even going to acknowledge the fact that we together? Whatever, it doesn’t matter. We were 13, and we aren’t anymore, and we aren’t the same people anymore either. I don’t know who you are now, and you don’t know me. So how about we stop pretending and just get on with our day.”
Your chest suddenly felt restricted and full of pressure. As your throat began to swell, you managed to choke out “What do you mean we were together?”
Jughead stopped gathering his binders for a moment to stop and look at you. “I don’t get what you’re saying. We were together? Had we not always been together? We were children Y/N. It was so juvenile.” He shook his head as he reached down and picked up his laptop.
“I didn’t get the memo then, I guess. I had the biggest crush on you forever. I thought we were just close friends.” You spoke, scared of how he would react.
“Oh yeah, right. Because that’s why we were each other’s first kiss, and why I spent almost every waking moment with you, and why I got angry when you would talk about how nice Reggie was.” Jughead’s voice was beginning to get louder and you placed your hand over his mouth, knowing that people would be piling into the building by this time.
“We kissed because our friends had already had their first kiss, not because we were dating. And I thought we were just really close friends.” You argued, trying to make him understand your point of view.
Refusing to meet your eyes, Jughead brought his hand up and detached your hand from his mouth. “This is pointless. Either way, we haven’t spoken in years, and whether or not we were dating as 13 year olds isn’t relevant anymore.”
“Jughead. Look at me.” You brought your hand up to his face and turned it so that he couldn’t continue to avoid your eyes. “I still care about you. I don’t want this to be your home. My family loves you, and you still talk to them. Why wouldn’t you just come stay with us?”
“Yeah, because it would be a great idea for me to just show up at your house one day, after our last encounter, to tell you that I am now a proud member of your household. Not likely.” He reasoned, which made you become frustrated.
“For fucks sake Jughead.” You said as he began to push past you to get out of the closet. Grabbing his beanie from off his had. You backed up, tripping on the bed that he had laid out on the floor and falling onto it. Of course, his hand immediately flew to his head and he groaned, turning around to look at you with distress.
“Give it back Y/N. You know that I can’t go out there without it.” Jughead told you, holding out his palm to you firmly.
“Come and get it.” You bit back, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards you, so that he fell onto the makeshift bed beside you. You held the beanie behind you, just out of reach and watched as he scrambled around you to try and get it, to no avail. Soon enough, he hovering in front of you, and snaking his arm behind yours to reach your hand. With his face less than a foot away from yours, you pulled your arm around and promptly placed his beanie right back on his head, before using it as leverage to pull his face closer to yours.
Jughead, exhausted, didn’t move, and you watched as his eyes fluttered, eyeing your lips and then your eyes again. “You’re going to regret it.” He whispered, his breathing fanning over your face. Ignoring his comment, you leaned up and pressed a small kiss to his lips, before deepening the kiss and sliding down so that he was effectively positioned with one leg between yours, hovering on top of you. At this point, you knew that he had the upper hand, that he could push himself off of you and leave, but instead he placed his hands on either side of you and kissed you back. His lips were soft, and you could feel him shaking slightly, but you didn’t care. Disconnecting your lips, you gave him multiple pecks before lightly pushing him to let you sit up.
You watched him for a second and he watched you, both of you apprehensive of what to do or say next.
Finally, after what felt to you like an eternity, he spoke. “I’ve missed you.”
Smiling, you traced your fingers on his leg and nodded. “I’ve missed you too.”
Jughead looked down at the light circles you were making on his leg and reached his hand down to intertwine it with yours. “I’m sorry for being so irritable. I’m going through a lot and talking to you just…it just-”
“Hey, Juggie, I get it. You don’t have to explain anything to me. When we stopped being friends, I went through a long period of resentment. I was angry that you looked so happy with Betty and Archie, that you could move on so quickly.” Your throat closed up as Jughead’s thumb gently brushed yours. “I was just a kid and you were my only friend, and I’m sorry that I didn’t just talk to you.”
Jughead smiled softly and fixed the beanie atop his head. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you that I thought we were dating. Gotta love that young romance.” He said laughing a bit.
You smiled back at him. “I know we are still young, but do you think we could try it again? You know, where both of us know that it’s happening this time?”
Rolling his eyes, he brushed off his pants and stood up, lending you a hand. “Buy me an apology burger at Pop’s tonight and I’ll think about it.”
Scoffing at his remark, you hit him playfully. Jughead caught your arm and pulled you close to him, the heat of his body radiating onto your own. Squeezing your hand lightly, he brought his other hand up to your face and ran his thumb smoothly over your skin. A small peck was placed on your lips, gentle and forgiving. Looking up into his eyes, the gleam of them twinkling back at you, you relaxed into the knowledge that for you two, this wouldn’t stop at young romance.
Requested by @mttbrand-memes sorry this took so long…i wanted to make sure it was good in my mess of a life but i hOPE YOU LIKE IT
It was a rarity to see Jumin when he
first wakes. His work demanded him to rise early, and by the time she
stumbled from bed into the kitchen, he was already fully awake and
dressed to the nines.
But every once in a while, when Jumin
had a day off, she had the chance to witness it; sleepy Jumin.
When she awoke that morning, it was
barely light out. The first pale yellow rods of sunlight slipped
through the blinds, illuminating the room in a soft glow. It was
nearly silent, save for quiet, slow breathing, and gentle purring
across the room on the couch. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes,
stretching slowly before sitting up. Jumin made a small noise of
protest as his arms, once wrapped around her shoulders, now fell to
rest on her hips. He pulled her back down, burying his face in her
neck, softly sighing.
She felt a small, fond smile worm its
way on her lips, “Morning, sweet heart.”
As she began to run her fingers through
his hair, which was sticking up in all different directions, he
groaned softly again.
“’s not morning yet…” His voice
was low and husky; pride swelled in her chest as she mentally cheered
for finally catching him before he was fully awake.
It was aboslutely adorable.
like there was a switch on the serious part of his personality that
hadn’t been flicked on. She always ended up teasing him in this state
since it was the only times she
could make him blush,
even with the simplest of compliments.
you have the cutest bedhead!” She giggled, ruffling it further with
both hands and relishing in his small grumble and the way he pressed
his face further into his shoulder.
tips of his ears were dyed light pink, score.
have to feed Elizabeth-” she started; he complained immediately,
she stifled a laugh, and he tightened his grip around her.
fall asleep again at this rate”
giggled; his speech was slightly slurred and incredibly quiet. If
only she had her phone…
am I supposed to make you breakfast if you can’t get up?” She
already knew his answer, though.
the chef do it.”
he was just too cute like this, leaning into her hand as if to tell
her to continue. She held back a delighted squeal; he had a tiny
smile on his lips, and he let out a content sigh. She would fall
asleep too, if this kept up, but she couldn’t find it in her to
really care. This was a very, very
special moment, she needed to remember every single detail about it.
half lidded eyes still hazy with sleep, the mess on top of his head
she was only making worse, the soft embrace he held her in; if only
life could stay like this forever.
she didn’t doubt that if she asked for it, Jumin would surely make
sure it came true. But maybe their times apart is what made this
moment so sweet.
a kiss to the top of his head, she relaxed into him once more and
closed her eyes, a pleased, content smile on her lips.
Because your James & Lily threads always make my heart feel way too many things. (Also because after an election night like this we all deserve to feel a little Jily love)
James had always been an early riser. Ever since he was a young child he had memories of waking when the sun had barely come over the horizon. He would throw his sheets to the ground, his feet hitting the carpet so fast he almost fell down the stairs as he flung himself along the banister.
But these morning, these mornings were different. He would stretch his toes, curve his back and roll his shoulders into the mattress. He could feel the white sheet of their bed draped causally over him, the sun pouring through the white curtains warming his skin and the faintest of summer breezes wafting through the room. He would let his eyes flutter open and without a thought let his head drop to the side.
When he was a boy he had loved rising early because no one else was awake and he could do whatever he pleased. He could climb on the counter and grab the sugary cereal his mum kept on the top shelf. He could ride his broom through the kitchen and into the living room. But as a young man, he had an entirely new reason for wanting to wake with the sun.
He blinked the sun and sleep from his eyes. Her face was directed towards him and they were so close he didn’t even need his glasses to see her. Her fiery mane of hair was draped across their white pillowcases, her pale freckled back was exposed as she lay comfortably snoring on her stomach and her arms were curved under the pillow that she had nuzzled into her face.
Being in love with Lily Evans since he was eleven years old was nothing like being in love with Lily Potter.
Hogwarts Lily Evans was a mystery from the moment he saw her with that awe-stricken look on her face and those wide emerald eyes. He had wanted to know her immediately. She was a whirlwind of chaos, an overbearing know-it-all, a painstakingly witty firecracker. And still her smile was so full of sunshine and her heart a garden full of the brightest flowers. He remembered watching her in class with her prim and proper uniform, her perfectly straightened posture, her precise wand movements. He remembered thinking that this was the one, this was his soulmate. But he really had no idea at the time that that magnetic feeling in his gut, the one that would eventually pull them together, was so much more than the faint crush on the beautiful redhead across the classroom.
When she had become the future Mrs. Potter that crush felt so different. He finally realized she was not a mystery at all. No matter how much she remained a chaotic, dictatorial firecracker; she somehow became the changing of the leaves when Autumn ran rampant through the Forbidden Forest and the way mugs of hot chocolate warm your frostbitten fingers. This Lily Evans was as real as she was ethereal. She sat across from him with her legs over the arm of the squishiest armchair in the common room and laughed so hard at his friend’s jokes that her smile took up her whole face. This Lily Evans fell asleep in the Heads office with a quill in her hand and drool dripping down her cheek. This Lily Evans still screamed at him until her face was red and her hair was practically flaming and his chest was bruised from where her finger slammed into it. This Lily Evans caught eyes with him from across the corridor when he was speaking with another girl and her eyes would narrow, her eyebrow would kink, her jaw would grit.
That was when he knew what it meant.
That was when he knew this woman wasn’t just some beautiful conundrum that he had made up in his head to be that way. She was someone who could make his heart race, who could throw his witty comebacks right in his face, who could take one look at him and just know something was wrong. This Lily was one of his best friends, someone who in spite of everything could still keep him on his toes.
And because of that, she was someone who he wanted to share everything with.
But it wasn’t until their wedding day that he realized again he hadn’t figured it out after all. There was so much more.
When he had looked up from fumbling with his tie his entire body froze in its place next to Sirius and his lungs emptied of air. She was walking towards him arm in arm with her father. Her hips swaying ever so slightly, her veil flowing gracefully behind her with the wind. The music was playing but his heart was thumping so loudly he could barely hear it. Her forest green eyes were gazing into him and the way her lips curved into a smirk, the way her eyebrow kinked at his open mouth, he realized it.
It was no longer her mystery that made his heart pound, no longer the chase, no longer the idea that she was the girl of his dreams. It was that he could look at her in the morning when her hair was unkempt, dry toothpaste stuck to her chin, inhaling a fresh mug of coffee in the middle of their kitchen and his heart would still pound like this.
That’s how he knew what that magnetic feeling meant.
Or so he thought.
The Mrs. Potter version of Lily Evans, the woman before him now, continued everyday to show him how little he knew. This woman lying next to him, lying so peacefully in their bedroom on a slow summer morning was the woman who when he had asked on bended knee to wear his mother’s ring practically burst. She was concerned and confused and suddenly her voice raised. His heart was in his throat because he couldn’t imagine not having this. And then she froze in her pacing and her voice rang, “But … I-I really want to. Yes.”
And he didn’t think his heart could swell so large as he watched her eyes well with tears, as he slid the ring onto her finger.
That was until this woman had, only ten months ago, given him the greatest gift he could ever have asked for, Harry. The smallest bundle of black hair tufts and pudgy arms he had ever seen.
This Lily Evans was still fireworks, still a thunderstorm in May, still a dictatorial powerhouse. She could scream and yell and kick up her heels. But she was everything he wanted. For better or for worse. She was still it.
So when he woke up that morning with the sun and turned his head over just like he did every morning; he couldn’t help but catch his breath. He had never dreamed that he could be so loved, that he could love so fiercely, that his heart could swell so immensely. But here he was with his best friends and his little boy and his wife. Prophecy or not this was exactly where he belonged. This is where he was meant to be and he was going to fight like hell to protect this because Lily deserved that much, deserved to see her little one grow. And Harry deserved to have his mum lick her thumb to wipe dirt off his cheek, a mum who would wipe his tears and kiss his scraped knees. He deserved that.
And when her emerald eyes flickered open and the corner of her lip quirked upward his heart thudded loudly in his chest just like it had on their wedding day James couldn’t help but melt, “You know Evans, I could watch a million sunrises and still never see one quite as beautiful as your eyes slowly opening in the morning.”
The corner of her eyebrow lifted ever so slightly as she blinked the sleep from her eyes, “Merlin you’re cheesy in the mornings. And that’s Potter to you, love.”
But “morning larks” aren’t just annoying because they’re chipper as a squirrel with a nut made of amphetamines; they’re also annoying because they enjoy all kinds of advantages merely because they’re on a different schedule. Studies have shown that they may be happier and skinnier, and that they may even live longer. All of that, even though they very well might be dumber than night owls. Basically the only negative thing they morning larks have to deal with is the appropriately Ned Flandersian moniker of “morning larks.” And you get the sense that they don’t even mind it.
Shibam is often called “the oldest skyscraper city in the world” or “the Manhattan of the Middle East” and “the Chicago of the desert”. It is one of the oldest and best examples of urban planning based on the principle of vertical construction. The city has some of the tallest mud buildings in the world, with some of them over 30 meters (100 feet) high, thus being early high-rise apartment buildings. In order to protect the buildings from rain and erosion, the walls must be routinely maintained by applying fresh layers of mud. (Wikipedia)