I just need to vent about that last episode... WHY would they not make Clarke commander. I'm freaking honestly.
Because it reeks of colonialism and white saviour trope. I hope Clarke gets to keep the flame, since it’s useless to the grounders now and it’s a part of Lexa she can keep, but please no Commander Clarke. I’m glad they didn’t do it, for anyone who is not a grounder becoming Commander would be extremely disrespectful. Sky people don’t respect the grounder culture, not even Clarke; she proved that when she tried to make herself Commander behind everyone’s backs. Even Octavia might respect the grounders, but she’s still skaikru and she’s still not really grounder. It was the skaikru who rejected the Coalition after all, so now they don’t get to act like they should be treated as a part of it. The skaikru come from the sky, constantly reject the grounders’ peace, have their shiny superiority complex because they use guns and technology instead of war paint and swords, treat the grounders as enemies for 90% of the show, kill them for breakfast, call them savages all the time, and then when it’s suddenly useful to like grounders one of the skaikru becomes their Commander? Gross.
Aww, can I pretty please request a super fluffy Kuroo scenario where his shy s/o asks him if she can stay the night because it's raining and she can't leave? 😚
look,, i like to call myself a professional at angst because it’s my ultimate favourite genre to write but after this i am reconsidering my branding. this was so fluffy and sweet i think i have a toothache and this made me want a relationship T.T
Walking home from school with Kuroo, you noticed grey clouds began moving in, often the sign of heavy downpour later. You chewed your lip, for this had not been forecasted and hoped it would be a lingering moment as you did not have an umbrella and if you were to walk home from Kuroo’s house, it would be extremely dangerous. But, you were an optimist so you hoped the clouds would pass.
Kuroo’s house was not too far from the train station, yet quite a distance from where you lived. Ever since you first visited his house, you were rather disappointed about the distance because you two would only share a stop before he parted at the second and you departed at the sixth stop. However, you quite enjoyed being in the vicinity of his neighbourhood, for his was a friendly and eventful neighbourhood.
Many of the senior citizens, who could afford to stay in shape were good friends with Kuroo often giving him (and you) volleyball tips. The children that played in the playgrounds on a daily basis knew Kuroo extremely well and would often request for him to teach them volleyball. It was a neighbourhood you wouldn’t mind living in, in the future.
“Looks like those clouds were just only at our school,” Kuroo remarked, staring up at the extremely clear evening sky. The sun was slowly setting, casting darker orange hues across the sky as you walked into his home. “I’m home!” he called. “_______’s here too!”
There was a flurry of footsteps and you saw the paper doors open to reveal Kuroo’s little sister, Hana, grinning widely. “_______-san!” she greeted, hugging your knees. You grew fond for Kuroo’s younger sister the moment you met her, and in fact, you were dating him the day she was born. Hana was a young toddler of three, and you and Kuroo were already dating in your first year in Nekoma.
Settling in Kuroo’s room, the two of you set about to do the work that was planned for today. As exams were coming up, you were determined to score straight A’s for your last streak was broken by an unfortunate B in Chemistry. You were lucky to have Kuroo, who was a genius in Chemistry and had notes worthy to be research papers.
You tried your very best to listen to Kuroo tutor you, for he was the best student to tutor anyone in Chemistry and even your Chemistry teacher knew that. However, with him being your boyfriend, you were still distracted. “Tetsu,” you cooed, lying down on the table and staring up at him.
“_________,” he said, maintaining a serious look on his face.
You pouted and pushed yourself up from the table. “You’re no fun,” you teased.
“Do you want an A in Chemistry or not?” he asked and you immediately dropped your teasing and focused on electrolysis, a topic you detested the most but Kuroo enjoyed teaching for he spoke about cathodes and anodes with a passionate glint in his eye, the same way he talks about volleyball.
Just as you began packing up, you began to hear the dreaded thunder. It boomed loudly outside Kuroo’s house to the extent the light flickered slightly. From the window, you could see lightning not too far away and you bit your lip. This was going to be a harsh rain and you hoped that whilst having dinner with Kuroo’s family, the rain would die down and you would be able to walk home with the shelter of an umbrella.
However, the rain had not accommodate your requests, for as you began dinner with Kuroo’s family, the rain thundered against the windows loudly, and the thunder didn’t seem to stop. With a worried look, you watched the pouring rain blurring the view of whatever was outside, but you could see the harsh wind practically slicing leaves off the trees and bending them at angles that you never knew was possible.
But you didn’t want to trouble Kuroo, so you decided that you would brave through this storm. “Tetsu, do you have an umbrella? I think I better start heading back,” you said quietly as his mother cleaned the plates behind.
Kuroo snorted. “As if I would let you out alone in the rain like this,” he snorted.
With a blush on your face, you quietly asked if you could stay the night. And Kuroo, being the giant tease he was, decided to ask you to repeat your request, a little louder. “What? Sorry, didn’t quite catch that,” he teased.
His mother was in the vicinity when he made you repeat and with an even darker blush, you repeated yourself. “Can I stay the night?” you asked, a little louder, knowing well enough that Kuroo could hear it and possibly his mother.
“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” Kuroo smirked, kissing your forehead. In a nonchalant way, he tapped his mother’s shoulder and you could feel your cheeks literally burning from the embarrassment. In your three years of dating, never once did you sleep over at Kuroo’s house and vice versa. You were often too shy to bring up such a request that could imply something more risque than the original meaning. “Mom, ______’s sleeping over tonight yeah,”
“My my _________, all grown up now, asking for such,” Kuroo’s mother teased and you covered your face to hide the redness. Teasing seemed to run in the family, for his mother too shared the same teasing tone that was constant in her son. “Of course you may! You’re practically family now,” she smiled. “Now, I think I have something comfortable for you to wear,”
Kuroo’s mother shuffled off to her room and returned with a simple pair of shorts, sending you a wink which made you blush even furiously. You were not surprised by Kuroo’s mother teasing, knowing that she was a young mother only in her late thirties and according to stories she tell during family gatherings, she was quite a wild teenager.
You returned to Kuroo’s room holding his mother’s old shorts. “So what did my mom give you?” he asked, lying from his bed. You held up a pair of shorts.
“Just this, and a wink,” you answered quietly, staring at the floor. The bed groaned and you felt a soft material covering your face. Kuroo had plopped a t-shirt onto your face and you washed up quickly and changed into those fresh clothes, thankful to escape from your school uniform.
With Kuroo being a six foot giant, his shirt hung loosely on you, the sleeves coming down to your elbows and slightly further, and the shirt stopping at your thighs, almost covering the shorts. It smelt exactly like him and you planned to secretly steal this shirt to wear at home, in case you missed him too much. You washed up and stepped back out, hoping for a good night sleep.
“I always thought that shirt looked great on me, but you look better in it,” Kuroo smirked from the bed. You blushed and lightly slapped his shoulder.
“So where’s your mattress?” you asked, seating yourself on Kuroo’s bed for the time being.
Kuroo raised an eyebrow and patted his own bed. “Here?”
“I mean-” you began and you realised he was being completely serious, and another blush crept onto your face. Even though it was cold and rainy outside, you felt like you were on fire. “Are you, really?”
“You’re so shy, it’s adorable,” Kuroo smiled, pulling you closer to him and leaning against his bedframe. “We’ve been dating for three years, the only time I’ll bite you is when I kiss you,” he chuckled after noticing that you were still quite stiff against him and kissed you. And for good measure, he nibbled slightly on your bottom lip in which you let out a tiny squeal.
“Tetsu-kun your sister is only three!” you heard his mother yell from outside and the two of you broke away rather quickly and you snuggled under the covers, which were extremely warm. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled him closer against his body. Kuroo felt warm pressed up against you and you weren’t complaining, this was something you could get used to.
“By the way, you’re not the first person that’s been in my bed,” Kuroo whispered. You suddenly pulled away and glared at him. “I’m sorry, but it was Bokuto,” he broke into a smile in which you whacked his chest lightly and snuggled back up against him.
“I’m assuming he said ‘no homo’ and wrapped his legs around you,” you remarked in a teasing tone.
“Surprisingly enough, you are right,” Kuroo murmured. “Goodnight _______, I love you,” he whispered before dozing off with a light snore.
“I love you too Tetsu,” you smiled to yourself, shutting your eyes for the most peaceful sleep in your life.
Rosa and Gina go on extreme dates like sky diving. They count down, but Gina grabs rosa and jumps on two, and rosa swears if they don't die from jumping out of an airplane she'll have to kill Gina herself, but then they kiss in midair and she suddenly isn't mad anymore
Warnings: I write a warning when the triggering thing begins.
Author’s Note: I was given the prompts
3. “No, no, please stop bleeding.”
26. “Nobody misses me anymore. They used to call and text, say how we should meet up. But eventually I just faded into the background. It happens to everyone. Don’t let it get to you.”
88. “Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?”
This fic is for
@taylorsbread, I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if you don’t.
Sorry I have to cancel our plans maybe next week? The text read. This is the fourth week this has happen. You are always the last priority. Sometimes you even wondered if you died anyone would care. Would they blow off your funeral because they were too busy? They had a previous commitment? Another text interrupted your thinking but this time it was from Josh asking if you want to hang out. He is probably the only person in the world who actually cares about you. You quickly responded yes and you two decided to meet at Taco Bell because you were both pretty hungry. When you arrived you didn’t have to wait for him, he was already there. He smiled at you and you gave him the best smile you could. You were still pretty bummed that yet another person flaked out on you. But you couldn’t let that ruin your time with Josh. It was pretty cold so you zipped up your jacket as you walked over to Josh. “Hey!”
“Hey yourself,” you said with a slight smile. He looked at you and frowned a bit.
“Are you okay?” he said with concerned laced in his voice. Shit of course Josh could tell if you were upset just with a glance. Deciding not to lie to him you say “Um not really but I don’t want to talk about it.” He understands and nods his head. You two go inside and order your food. Then he proceeds to tell you about the song Tyler made up about Taco Bell and you start laughing really hard. When he sings a couple of versus your sides hurt from laughing. Your laughter is infectious and makes Josh laugh.
When you both get your food you go to the park right next to your house it was a little sketchy but still fun. On the way there and elderly woman with her husband commented about how you two were such a cute couple. You blushed a lot and Josh instead of correcting her went along with it and said “Well that’s just my sweetie pie,” and planted a big kiss on the side of your cheek. They ‘aww’ed and went on their way. You were very surprised, confused, and honestly a bit hopeful. You kinda sorta might have a gigantic life ruining crush on him. “Is it cold outside or are you just blushing?” he said with a little smirk then continued to walk. You stood there a second then ran after him. When you two arrived you went and sat on the swings. He went behind you and started to push you this earned a little chuckle from you. “Do you still want to talk about it?” he asked out of the blue.
“What?” you said surprised.
“Do you still want to talk about why you were upset?” he asked carefully. You thought about it for a second. “It’s just…I have been stood up a couple of times by some friends, it sounds really stupid but it just made me a bit upset,” you chuckled nervously.
“I get it nobody misses me anymore,” he started, “They used to call and text, say how we should meet up. But eventually I just faded into the background. It happens to everyone. Don’t let it get to you.” You looked at him completely shocked. Who would ever ignore Josh? Josh was such a great person, he was sweet, loving, and is the best friend a person could ask for. “I would miss you,” you said looking back at him from the swing, “and don’t think for a second that I wouldn’t.”
“Thanks,” he said. He couldn’t believe it someone had the nerve to blow you off? You, of all people? Who wouldn’t drop everything just to hang out with you? He certainly would and the fact that someone made you upset had his blood boiling. You deserved the world not some flakey friends. You were such a great person sometimes he wonders why you hang around with him. “Hey y/n?” he stopped pushing you and sat on the swing next to you.
“Why, um why do you hang out with me?” he asked. This question had stunned you on the spot.
“Josh, you’re literally one of my best friends. Reality is I don’t know why you hang out with me. You are the kindest, most loving, happiest, and most caring person I’ve ever met. I don’t deserve you,” you said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Which it was. At this he started laughing. “Why are you laughing?” you questioned.
“I always think that I don’t deserve you and here you are telling me everything I feel about you,” he said continuing to laugh. Whenever Josh starts laughing it always makes you laugh. Right now was a moment of utter happiness. There was no other way of describing it. You and Josh were being so carefree and happy that you thought for a second about telling him how you felt. He just seemed so happy and you were making him that way. You opened your mouth to talk when all of a sudden you heard /*trigger warning*/ gun shots. You whipped your head around to see somebody shooting at a car right next to you. It looked like another gang fight. It happened sometimes in your neighborhood. Before you could react one of the bullets missed the car and landed right in your torso Josh’s happiness was quickly turned to panic and worry as you fell off the swing and hit the ground clutching your side. You couldn’t really feel anything as everything got blurry and all you heard was ringing. You looked up and saw the sky was extremely blue today. Your vision was blocked by something or someone you went to tell them to please move but you started coughing up blood. You focused on the person above you. They were really pretty then you noticed it was Josh. Boy, he looked worried you wonder what he was worried about. Now he was crying you tried to reach out and touch him but it hurt a lot. You could hear now and feel all the pain you were going through. Josh kept saying “No, no, please stop bleeding.” He started sounding like his voice was fading you were really tired. Everytime you would blink it got harder to open your eyes. So decided to keep them closed. It felt like you were falling asleep the last thing you hear Josh say was open your eyes! Please open them! I’m so sorry! I love you…
Not Your Ordinary Cinderella Story - Part One - Fanfic inspired by this picture by linneart
Dean is the cool kid. Captain of the soccer team during fall, varsity football player during winter, and Little League baseball coach every spring and summer. He’s know school wide for being a jock, and a nerd, and most importantly, a womanizer. He’s sweet with the ladies, and goes on dates more often than not, yet the only one who really has his heart is Baby, his beautiful, sleek, smooth 67’ Impala.
He takes Sam to school every morning, despite him going to some fancy private school across town, but he loves to do it for him anyways. It gives him a reason to drive, and extra time to see his little brother before they’re whisked away to their own oasis of high school.
At first glance, nobody would even think someone like dean would like school so much, but he loved to go. It wasn’t for the classes, or for the girls, or to get good grades. He only wakes up every morning so he can see that one special person.
Dean doesn’t know his name. He’s not sure if he ever will. But he knows that he likes bees, and his eyes are brighter than the sky. He’s extremely, intelligent, and obviously the smartest person in the school, but he’s been homeschooled up until their junior year, when he first enrolled, so he doesn’t get a lot of the references that people say. He’s funny, awkwardly so, and it makes dean smile.
The only problem is, he’s never talked to this boy. He has eight classes, a full schedule this year, and the blue eyed boy only has three. Coincidentally, he has all three classes with Dean, and although that should make things easier, it doesn’t. Because his eyes are so incredibly blue and he can’t stop staring.
So he looks, and he looks, and eventually everyone notices his stares and they tease him, and suddenly it’s almost Christmas and they’ve been in school for months and he still hasn’t talked to him. This crush has been going on for way too long already, but he’s not gonna stop now.
One day, he notices something different.
Baby Blue is nervous for some reason. They’re in the middle of mythology with Deans uncle Bobby - sorry, Professor Singer, and he keeps tapping away with his pencil, constantly checking his phone like he’s waiting for something to pop up on the screen. Then, suddenly his pencil goes flying across three desks and it hits Dean, right in the neck.
“Ow! Fuck, that hurt…” Dean hisses, grabbing his neck. He looks down and glares at the pencil for causing him harm, not looking at Baby Blue anymore. When he looks up in the general direction of where his crush sits, he’s met with a face full of demon. She snatches the pencil out of his hands and hisses at him, smacking him in the head in the process.
“Ow! Meg, what the fuck?!” Dean hisses, trying not to get in trouble with his uncle, their teacher.
“Stay away from him, Winchester. You’ll only do him harm.” She mumbles, going back to her seat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-”
“Cut the crap. I see you staring. We all do. Just turn away before somebody else gets hurt.” She hisses, whispering furiously. Dean just blushes and looks away.
Castiel Novak is a quiet boy. He follows every rule, he never disobeys, and he always listens. It’s been engraved in him since birth. Rebellion is bad, and only leads to sin. At least, that’s what his mother used to tell him. At the end of most teens sophomore year of high school, Castiel’s mother died in a car accident, and now him and his brothers and sister Anna, Uriel, Michael, Gabriel, and Lucifer live with their father, Chuck.
Now, chuck is a good man. Not super religious, but believes in the word of God. It helped save him from his alcoholism, anyways, and he would be forever grateful for that.
He’s been going to the local high school for two school years now. Junior year was hard. He didn’t like all of the people or the crowded hallways. The only real friend he had here was Meg, and sometimes she could be fishy as well. Right now it was just a few months into his senior year and it was hell. The only thing that made this all worth while was Dean Winchester.
He knows about Dean’s reputation. How he always has a different girl on his hips. What he doesn’t know, was how this…crush all started. He never really payed attention to his sexuality. He never had the right. It wasn’t gods will, but now all he can think of is Dean.
He started to dress better once he first saw him, in hopes of Dean noticing him. He can’t help but be like most girls that try to get his attention. But for some reason, he never could. Dean’s eyes never strayed his way, but he couldn’t help but hope. He did have three classes with him anyways.
Today he was wearing a light blue button up with a brown cardigan and his favorite pair of dark denim pants. It was after school, and he was going to Chess Club, running down the halls because he was already late when-
“Watch where you’re going!” Someone yelled, pushing him out of the way and into a nearby locker. His papers in the binder he was holding flew out, landing on the floor like he just walked through a hurricane. He looked up, finding none other than Alastair, and glared at him. He huffed, and reached down to pick up all of his papers quickly. He was late, and this confrontation was only wasting his time.
“Stupid, no good Novak!” Alastair hissed, making Castiel flinch, but he only kept running. He turned the corner, looking back quickly only to make sure Alastair and his goons weren’t following him when Castiel slips on a paper, falling right when he turns the corner and falls right into somebody’s arms. He reached blindly, grabbing onto what feels like a jacket to keep himself from slipping. His papers go flying once more, but this time it was all on him and there’s no one to blame. Castiel doesn’t notice how the other person immediately grabs onto his waist and shirt to balance the both of them, but he’s still greatful that they wouldn’t let him fall.
He looks up to thank his savior when his world comes to a screeching halt, because suddenly, all he sees is green. It’s brighter than the secret clearing in the forest he goes to. He’s the only one who knows about it, but somehow, the color is lighter than the grass that goes there. He can’t describe the color, but the soft specs of gold remind him of honey and bees and the sun on a spring day.
What Dean sees is blue. Blue brighter than the sky on the clearest day. Brighter that the lake he goes to in the middle of summer. There’s no way to describe the color, other than the fact that it looks like heaven.
They stay like that, until they realize that their mouths are an inch away from each other and their noses are practically touching. Cas blushes, his face’ color resembling a tomato and Dean realizes he lives the shade of red he goes, before remembering where he is and blushing too.
Then, he’s pulling out of Dean’s embrace, the bell ringing loudly above their heads. Cas scrambles, picking up his papers as fast as humanly possible and scrambles down the hallway. Dean pouts, his brows furrowing and lips parted. On his mind is something about personal space, but on the floor is a paper. A neat, pristine paper that his Baby Blue forgot to pick up in his hurry.
Dean picks up the paper, reading the name. He never knew it, and honestly never thought he had to, but the neat handwriting pulls him out of his thoughts.
Castiel James Novak
An essay. It’s an essay. He has to give it back to him. He can’t give it to Bobby, that would look suspicious. This paper is a quarter of their final grades and is due next Friday. He has to give this back to him.
And he will. He’ll knock on every goddamn door if he has to.
Imagine Sirius Black discovering muggle extreme sports.
-It’s Remus who make the mistake of mentioning sky diving in a conversation, a moment he will regret forever.
-Sirius, of course, just cannot let it lie, and conducts all sorts of research into the more dangerous aspects of muggle entertainment.
-It’s not until the next summer that Remus realizes just how big of a mistake he’s made.
-Sky diving is not exciting enough for Sirius Black. After all, falling from heights isn’t that novel of an activity for an accident prone Quidditch player. No, Sirius has his mind set on motorcycles. Jumping motorcycles.
-There is a brief moment when Remus almost has a hope that James might talk the other boy out of doing something so stupid. (How on earth is Sirius going to operate a motorcycle when he can’t even get a light switch to function half the time?) But, alas, Remus should have known better. If Sirius is going to do something stupid and potentially life threatening, you’d better bet James will be there right along side him.
-Peter, naturally, is even less help, offering excitedly to video tape everything.
-After the first few disastrous attempts, Remus promises himself that he’s not going to be dragged along anymore. Unfortunately, he can never quite tear himself away from the impending disaster which is Sirius and James, and so he finds himself roped into healing them after every misadventure, grumbling all the while.
-Remus is too relieved for words when motorcycle jumping becomes ‘just too boring’.
-That relief is quickly vanished when parkour is mentioned.
“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” he asked the girl standing in front of him.
“You never ask me.” she answered as a soft smile formed on her lips.
Tsuna is the son of the director whose best friend is Haru, the girl who is always accompanying and helping him. He likes Kyoko, the principal’s granddaughter but he cannot go near her because she has a boyfriend.
Tsuna’s father has to travel to the mainland due to work commitments as a director and so his whole family goes with him. There, Tsuna meets Reborn who trains him using his flame.
During Kyoko’s birthday party, she was kidnapped but Tsuna and his friends save her.
Tsuna, for a long time, thinks that he loves Kyoko but in the end, he realizes that the girl whom he loves is Haru.
Image Credit & Copyright: Stanislav Volskiy, Rollover Annotation: Judy Schmidt
Explanation: The constellation of Orion is much more than three stars in a row. It is a direction in space that is rich with impressive nebulas. To better appreciate this well-known swath of sky, an extremely long exposure was taken over many clear nights in 2013 and 2014. After 212 hours of camera time and an additional year of processing, the featured 1400-exposure collage spanning over 40 times the angular diameter of the Moon emerged. Of the many interesting details that have become visible, one that particularly draws the eye is Barnard’s Loop, the bright red circular filament arcing down from the middle. The Rosette Nebula is not the giant red nebula near the top of the image – that is a larger but lesser known nebula known as Lambda Orionis. The Rosette Nebula is visible, though: it is the red and white nebula on the upper left. The bright orange star just above the frame center is Betelgeuse, while the bright blue star on the lower right is Rigel. Other famous nebulas visible include the Witch Head Nebula, the Flame Nebula, the Fox Fur Nebula, and, if you know just where to look, the comparatively small Horsehead Nebula. About those famous three stars that cross the belt of Orion the Hunter – in this busy frame they can be hard to locate, but a discerning eye will find them just below and to the right of the image center.