even longer actually

CP bachelor AU: part 10

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7 | part 8 | part 9


They’re filming the penultimate episode when Erasmus throws a huge, shining spanner into the neat mechanism of Laurent’s show.

This close to the end, the on-camera small talk is finally giving way to more serious discussions about compatibility. Damen is meant to spend this afternoon asking each suitor in turn where they see themselves in five years, and what they really want out of life. 

Erasmus is first; he sits on the edge of the couch, set at an angle to the leather armchair where Damen is enthroned, and twists his hands together. He hasn’t looked this visibly nervous in a while. Damen has obviously noticed it too, because he bats a few sillier questions at Erasmus instead of plunging straight into the heavy topics. He has an instinct for people that makes Laurent wonder what kind of easily-swayed idiot Theomedes must be, not to see how wired Damen is for leadership.

When Damen poses the in-five-years question, Erasmus runs a tongue over his lips and colour fills his cheeks. He’s the only suitor who hasn’t yet kissed Damen at least once on camera, and Laurent approved of that on the basis that it maintained tension, but now would be a good time for a kiss if one is going to happen.

Laurent moves his eyes away from Damen’s mouth.

Erasmus says, still blushing, “This is hard to say. I think you’re incredible, Damen. Really. But–”

But?? rings in Laurent’s head like a struck bell.

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…I wonder if that was actually a good decision to make there, Kuroo

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HDHDJD,RNN Why is this boy so attractive help.


It must be the coffee. (submitted by @xxrosethornexx)

Not cleaning your room for six months and then hyperfocusing and cleaning it perfectly (including washing the walls) at 2:00 in the morning is ADHD culture.

anonymous asked:

Idk if you've been asked this before, but what are your thoughts of Bensavi?


Another batch of requests for people on Reddit! (and the last for now)

(Oh no, Tumblr doesn’t seem to like this pic much.)

Destiny 2 has me all hyped up! In a way I wanted to redraw my Y1 pic; but, I also wanted to add my new Guardians and OC’s I’ve made over the years since then. I mainly have new Guardians since I switched from the Xbox 360 to the PS4 shortly after TTK was released. I kinda wish Bungie didn’t can all old gen stuff so I could view my old Y1 Xbox Guardians, since the only ref of some was that old pic I linked. (Unfortunately that means I have no idea what mark my old Y1 Titan had and forgot to just pick one. Oops!)

Characters from left to right: Jilaiya (Awoken, Warlock), Aruna-7 (Exo, Warlock), Sivi’iks (Fallen, Dreg), Akamoto (Human/Cyborg, Hunter), Pup (Vex, Hobgoblin), Moxi (Awoken, Titan), Zerelda (Human, Titan), and Misha-5 (Exo, Hunter)


this is a new selfie trend i’m trying 2 start called “i don’t quite know how to stick my tongue out help” and its amazing. lmk if u wanna join the club we’d be pleased to have u

Okakuri Week Day 2- Time.

so, time huh? well personally, i think clocks,

update (on life?)

I just wanted to tell those who are waiting for an update of my fic Heart Issues of the Non-Medical Sort that I am working on it, however slowly.

I’m away from home again, this time at the seaside with my family and it is extremely hard to tear myself away from their watchful gaze to write drarry fics xD

Like, rn, I’m in a bar under a canopy sweating all the liquid out of me while my computer is absolutely wheezing from trying to and failing to cool itself. 

Basically, what I’m trying to say is I haven’t forgotten my deeds and I am actually enjoying writing this story a ton, but I am extremely slow (by nature and by circumstance), which you should have gotten used to by now anyway :D

Quill didn’t know how to feel about the baby. She would spend hours looking down at it’s round, fragile face always as read as an open wound. Charles and the Polish one thought it was out of love, that she stood watching over it like some sort of maternal goddess, protecting it, caring for it. Positively foolish. 

In fact she knew exactly how she felt about that baby, she hated it.

Maybe hate was a little strong but she didn’t love it. Mothers on this planet all talk about their instant connection with their offspring, they speak of their love as it it were a magical supernatural bond, something to be celebrated rather than just a deeply ingrained hereditary human trait to protect ones own genes. The Quill don’t have that, you see, this part isn’t supposed to happen, she should be dead. 

But then the Doctor had came. He whisked her into his magical little box (well, little on the outside) and fixed everything as he so loves to do. Quill had tried to fight him but the Doctor knows best, she woke up after just a few short hours with a baby by her side. And Quill ended up back on that miserable ball of dirt but this time with a baby that she never wanted.

How could she want it? It was a reminder of a man she could have loved, a reminder of a trial that had won her back her freedom but cost her so much. 

Sometimes she wished that she had died in childbirth. By the time the thing was ready to rip it’s way out of her she had prepared herself, her death was supposed to be inevitable. That’s the worst thing about motherhood to a Quill, the outcome is inevitable. War you can prepare yourself for, an enemy comes charging at you in a battle you can fight it, fear no matter how much you feel as though you are drowning in it, you can always fight your way through. But this is the one thing a Quill can’t fight.

And that’s the thing Quill was most ashamed of, she was glad. Part of her was so tired of fighting, she had fought the Rhodia, then the Shadowkin, then the grief and sorrow that took over her life. And to add insult to injury the non-stop stream of aliens that came pouring through the gap. She was tired. She screamed and shouted about being war itself and fighting until her last breath just to drown out the voices in her head telling her to give up. 

She had no right to call herself Quill, her people were warriors now what is she, a mum. People who were to become mothers were pitied by the Quill, their fates had been sealed, so of course her people were not maternal. Quill could never be a mother she just didn’t know how.

But yet she persisted, she got up every morning, cared for the child (even if she still refused to look it in the eye) and still carried on living because that’s the trick you just keep on living even while those emotions consume you because that’s what a warrior does, they survive even when they don’t want to.

hello long time no write fic. that made no sense i’m sorry but i hope you enjoyed this :D 

i know a lot of people in this fandom really love quill (as do i) so i hope i did her justice, i hope it didn’t come across that i was saying she was cold and unfeeling because she’s not it’s just that i know a lot of people that have gone through post natal depression and it just made a lot of sense to me that quill might go through some of those feelings, you know? motherhood wouldn’t come naturally to her.

i haven’t read a lot of class fanfiction in a while so if this has been done 1000 times soz but i wanted to write this so i did. i have never written any proper angst either (this hardly counts) but if you have any feedback feel free to lmk.


death note meme: [6/7] favorite scenes→ Kira vs N & M
L, do you have a plan? You can’t seriously think it’s alright if the notebook ends up in the hands of a stranger…


characters: Arme Thaumaturgy, Erbluhen Emotion
pairing: ^
words: 2722
summary: (canon divergence) restoring the El took a power that exceeded them both. Erblu returned because Elsword called him back. there was no one to call Arme back.

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