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Valentine Double Date

A somewhat long fic (around 6k words) about Touken and Ayahina’s double date, which began from a girl’s innocent attempt at pushing her Onee-chan and Onii-chan together. Mostly fluff, hints of angst. This is a fic I wrote to have fun and let myself go so it’s nowhere close to the standard of my older fic, but this poor lonely single soul just wanted to have something to do on Valentine’s Day. ;_; Enjoy!

Please reblog if you like this! Feel free to leave comments/ request anything!


“Please say yes!” Hinami was almost screaming, as she clasped her hands together and leaned forward in a perfect bow. Kaneki and Touka blinked in disbelief for a moment, looking at each other before looking at her again. 

“You want us…” Kaneki murmured hesitantly. 

“… to follow you and Ayato on your date?” Touka continued, tilting her head in confusion. “But why?”

“B-Because… tomorrow is Valentine’s Day and…” Hinami murmured, her cheeks completely flushed as she shifted about uncomfortably. “I feel uneasy going out alone with him.” 

“Uneasy?” Touka wondered in confusion. “But weren’t the two of your partners in Aogiri? You were alone quite a lot, right?”

“Yeah but…” Hinami sighed, took a deep breath and let it out, fingers fumbling with one another. “This is different from that… I just… don’t…” 

“If you don’t want to go, you should tell him—”

“No! I want to go!” Hinami yelped, cutting into Kaneki’s words. “But but but… A-Ayato-kun scares me sometime!”

“Oh, is that so?” Kaneki said, turning to Touka with a blank expression. “I don’t mind… Is that okay with you, Touka-chan?”

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Sightseeing.

A;N: So, it’s not often that i would get to write a  Dylan in Britain! fic so i really hope you enjoy it! xoxo

Pairing: Dylan O’BrienxOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut.

Word count: 7,663 (whoops)

Listen to this. 

Originally posted by petrichordrizzle

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Outlander episodes - 1x12 Lallybroch; I did not marry the Laird of Lallybroch. I married Jamie, but I haven’t seen much of him since we walked through the gates of this place. That’s who I am, now that- I am speaking, and you can talk when I’m finished. Your father’s dead, Jamie, but if he were here I wager he’d give you a thrashing for the way you’ve been acting. You’re trying to be someone you’re not and in the process, you’re wrecking the family that you do have left and if you’re not careful, you’re going to lose them, too.

Dead Flowers - Jason Todd x Reader

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get out! I’ve just moved to college and am busy with marching band camp for 12 hours a day. Lately all I’ve had time to get out is the daily challenge but things should calm down in a week or so and I’ll be back to a more normal writing schedule. I swear that I’ll start crunching out my backlog of prompts soon!

Prompt: Love your blog! (especially the Jason imagines cause I’m Jay trash) Any chance you could write one where Jay and the reader were boyfriend/girlfriend before he died, and then he turns up at her door a few years later? And it’s all fluffy and cute? ❤ (requested by @emie-is-a-penguin)

Jason was your first boyfriend and your first love. You loved him so goddamn much that it hurt. The two of you used to stay up late at night talking about a future together. How the two of you would eventually get stable jobs, a place to call your own and maybe even get married one day. Life with Jason was picture fucking perfect or it was until decided to take him from you and deprive you of your future.

That was years ago. Eventually the pain dulled and you moved on with your life. It’s what Jay would have wanted. Some years later you began to date again. Nothing serious but you were at least making an effort to move on.

But lately you’ve been questioning why you bother. You were coming home from another shitty date. You made your escape even before the entrees had come. You kicked off your heels and threw them across the room before heading into the kitchen to look for something to eat. A drink that packed a punch was much needed as well.

As you stood in the kitchen eating leftover takeout you noticed something sitting on the table in the living room. You could have sworn you just cleared that off. With a sigh you padded over to table to finish the job you apparently never finish but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw what it was that was on the table.

A single shriveled, wilting rose.

Tears started to fall freely as you remembered how you and Jason started to date.

You had been friends for years. You helped each other survive on the streets and that translated to an unbreakable bond between you two. When the two of you became teenagers you both seemed to want something more from each other. When Jason finally built up the nerve to ask you out you agreed with the exception that he had to do something for you first.

“Steal for me a dead flower from the richest sap in Gotham and I’ll go out on a date with you.” You proposed.

“A flower? What do you want an ugly flower for [Y/N]?” He asked.

“It’s about the principal Jay!” You exclaimed. “Rich people don’t keep dead stuff in their gardens. You need a challenge to prove yourself to me!” You said. He rolled his eyes but agreed to your request.

“Fine, I’ll get you a stupid flower.” He said. He delivered on his promise the next night. He snuck into the personal garden of Bruce Wayne and with quite a bit of effort found the one dead rose in the entire garden. He presented it to you the next time he saw you with a proud smirk.

“Oh Jay! It’s absolutely hideous! You do care!” You gushed. Jason took the flower, got down on one knee and extended it out to you.

“[Y/N], will you go out on a date with me?” He asked. You beamed and nodded, throwing your arms around his neck.

“Of course!” You replied.

Every date after that Jason would continue bringing you various types of dead flowers from around the rich Gotham gardens. It had been years since you’ve received these flowers though. Not since Jason died. But yet here you hold one in you hands.

Tears flowed freely down your cheeks as you gingerly held the wilting rose. You were pulled out of your sorrow when your doorbell rang. You wiped the moisture from your eyes and took a moment to compose yourself to answer your door.

“Hi [Y/N]” A deep voice said hesitantly when you opened the door. You nearly passed out from the sight you saw. There Jason was standing before you with a bouquet of various dying flowers. You braced your hand against the doorframe to keep your knees from giving out.

“Jay?” You asked with tears in your eyes. You reached you hand out to touch him just to make sure that you weren’t imagining him. His warm skin against you fingers dispelled that thought. You gripped his leather jacket and pulled him into your arms. He wasted no time in wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’re alive?” You sobbed against him. He reflexively held you closer to him.

“I’m alive. I’m sorry.” He whispered against your neck.

“Please don’t leave me again.” You pleaded not loosening your hold on him. If you had it your way you were never going let go again.

“Never again, I swear.” He promised pulling away to frame your face with both of his hands. “I love you so fucking much [Y/N].” Jason said passionately pulling your face to meet his in a heated kiss. Your lips met and moved with his expressing your joy, grief, and longing all in one kiss.

“So fucking much, Jay” You say with passion before pulling him into another kiss while simultaneously dragging him into your apartment and closing the door.

Hey everyone I’m not going to be posting on this blog for the next two weeks I’m in college and it’s the week before finals so I have lots of things to get done! Also to those of you who sent me questions yesterday I will be answering them later today so don’t worry. Till then here’s everyone a lizard kiss and if you are also getting ready for finals good luck! ^_^

I Ship Us

Ricky Horror/reader
Smuuuuuuut!!!


Ricky horror imagine please? One where you’re the lead singer of a band and you’re on warped tour with miw and you have become best friends with everyone in miw especially Ricky and every time yall post a pic together people ship yall and are positive and one night during miw’s set Ricky stops and makes a huge announcement about being in love with you and you come onstage andddd maybe smut afterwards on the bus?(: (sorry it’s so much detail XD)

Ps. I really like super detailed requests

Nervous to start your first set on warped tour, you bounced around while the rest of the band had a cigarette. Trying to warm up your voice, you jumped three feet in the air and struck a karate-esque pose when a masculine voice came out of nowhere saying:
“You on next?” Still ready to attack, you slowly turned around. Upon seeing Chris Motionless and Ricky Horror of Motionless in White you nearly liquified from embarrassment. Of course you had to make a fool of your self in front of your idols. Laughing, you managed to stutter out an affirmative. Smiling, Chris stuck out his hand and introduced himself and ricky. Laughing, your mouth seemed to move on its own,
“Oh I know who you are, how could I not know the names of my idols?” Immediately appalled by your words, you blush a deep red. The boys laugh and begin to talk about past tours, killing time until your set. Over the next few weeks you and your band grow increasingly close with Motionless in White, as does your infatuation with Ricky. Even though you really liked Ricky, you tried to keep your cool. With your bands growing closeness, apparently the fans started to notice. After posting some pictures together, they had come up with a ship name for you and Ricky. After seeing this, you couldn’t stop blushing whenever you two hung out. Besides being reduced to a bashful school girl over comments and tweets about just how perfect you two would be together. One day, after finishing a fantastic set (the last of the summer) you were elated to see that you had time to go watch Ricky play. Waving to him before he ran onstage, you couldn’t help but half-swoon at his grin and wink. Jamming to Abigail, you stopped dead in your headbang when Chris finished the song and handed the mic to Ricky. Clearing his throat, he said something you’d never have thought possible,
“Hey guys, so I’m really happy you all came out today. I just have something I wanna say. I’m sure you know about y/ship/n, and I need y/n to know that I love her.” Looking over into your tear-filled eyes. Nodding your head frantically, you rushed the stage, jumping into his arms. The moment your lips met, you knew this was real. Hearing the roar of the pleased crowd, you looked into Ricky’s beautiful eyes and mouthed the words he had just told the world. Grinning and running off the stage to let them finish, you made your way to your bus. The rest of your band was off living it up with Crown the Empire and Issues, so you were free to scream into your pillow. You had literally never felt this happy, but that’s when you felt strong hands around your waist.
“Holy fucking shit!” You yelped, flipping over to face whoever had their hands on you.
“Ricky!” You smiled,
“I really do love you, y/n.” Ricky said, kissing your fingers. Answering,
“I love you too, Ricky. I have for a long time.” Pulling him in for a kiss, you couldn’t help but moan as his talented fingers ran over exposed skin. Moving your fingers to run them through his still slightly sweaty hair. Nibbling on his pierced lips, you ground your hips on him. Feeling his hands work the button on your skinny jeans, you moaned into his mouth when his fingers reached your clit.
“You sure about this, y/n?” Ricky asked.
“Yes, Ricky, oh god yes.” Pulling off your shirt, he mirrored your action as you unhooked your bra. Pushing down his pants, Ricky pulled you on top of him. Kissing your throat as you sunk down onto him, letting out an involuntary moan. Riding him, your chorus of moans and explicates filled the bus. Feeling your orgasm coming on, you twisted your hips a bit more. Blinded by a wave of pleasure, you cried out Ricky’s name just as he came with your name on his lips.
“Y/n I wanna spend the rest of my life with you.” He said, pulling you to his chest.


Well then.. Endings are hard. Hope both the anons like it.

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I was born with freedoms but we all inherit the baggage
All inherit the madness of culture and soul ravaged
And there’s only so much that heals with time’s passage
And anyway I’d rather take action than an adage
Blending in with the sharks that I’m swimming with
Learned to play nice with the great whites
Raising civil kids who can’t seem to recognize privilege
And my mission is I’m just trying to build a bridge
With my sisters and brothers of other colors
With the promise of being free and unencumbered
They throw us shade in the day
And out the lights when the sun is under
Forcing us to come in numbers
So now there’s riots for rights, minors are dying tonight
Coolies’ american dreams are featuring China at night
Some came to work for a living, some didn’t have any choice
And now they’re dying in a country that denies them a voice
And they all have families, and those families live on
Still proud to be from ‘round here though they’ve got to wake up at dawn
To start a ten mile walk or lay in back of a truck
To get to work at a job that doesn’t pay them enough
And then on top being told that they don’t belong any places
‘Cause every color that isn’t beige needs qualifications
Saying Latin-American African-American Asian-American
To people who’ve never set foot outside the nation
Don’t get me started on Native American
Look up the actual dictionary definition of “native”
Verses that I’m killing like they did defenseless children
Whether smallpox or slaughter, taking these lives by the millions
And now they’re scared of a foreigner who’s not even a foreigner
Makes me want to do some shit - somebody call in the coroner
Someone sail in a ship, pull it up to the coast
Start naming states and provinces, start turning people to ghosts
Put a flag in the ground, spread some deadly disease
Put the locals to war, get them down on their knees
And when they’re dead from the sickness or finished fighting your battles
Then corral them like cattle, also kill all the cattle
Burn down the lifestyle and culture
Even the forest, ignite it
This is manifest destiny, I can dream, I can write it
Let all us modern day North Americans see how we like it
Sins of the now

I’m still dreaming
I haven’t lost that feeling
But I need something more to believe in
Need something more to believe in
I’m still dreaming
About a light down the road I’ve been seeing
But I need something more to believe in
Need something more to believe

From other tyrants’ smoke, we were taking cover
Searching high and low for a paper mother
Trying to sow the seeds of a new life in China Cove
Inscribing poems on the walls of barracks disguised as homes
Clipped their wings and they called it Angel Island
Though why would we fly any closer to a coast of violence
With no rights to testify against whites
Barred from business licenses and real estate rights
A lot of colonies had salient convictions
The UK label was “aliens restriction"
Mother maple had a head tax fail us
An Aussie policy literally called “White Australia”
Six decades of a Chinese Exclusion Act
Had a president executive producing that
And 442 came home from war to prove
They were fighting for some brutes still trying to shoot a Jap
And today you’re still afraid and worrying
Another pioneer is gonna come and take your work again
They’ve got entire police forces murdering
NY or Chi-town, LA to Ferguson
Now calling for cameras on coppers
And not the kind in the coffers
Demanding justice and progress
When only suffering’s on offer
Killer in public he’s pious
Tone down from bigot to bias
But in his words and his actions
That’s where his prejudice highest
They make us work for equality
Make us slave for equality
Yeah it’s kind of ironic
We have to pay for these policies with our lives
And nobody asking are we ok
Just years of impotent pronouncements from the DOJ
So now we’re brown nosers blowing your white tissue
Can’t hack a race issue? Then take a rights issue
You say it’s challenging, yeah man I’m right with you
‘Cause we’re both in this for life, let the rice hit you
This is a matrimony, it’s indivisible
But you try to make individuals invisible
You don’t see black and yellow, so now we’re seeing red
And I hate it, don’t want to see anymore people dead
On either side, I don’t want there to be a side to block
It’s up to all of us together, only we decide to stop
Sins of the now

I’m still dreaming
I haven’t lost that feeling
But I need something more to believe in
Give me something more to believe in
I’m still dreaming (Martin had a dream)
About a light down the road I’ve been seeing
Give me something more to believe in
Give me something more, something more

It’s been futile since before the feudal
Wealth and potential never distributed to the communal
Every system has controls
And every hand has callouses
Some from the power they hold
Flogging every message that we might send
Every speech never speaks to the right gents
No ears for the destitute
Why’s every oppressor surprised somebody’s ready to fight them?
This hollow struggle for change
To see a slight bend rather than a break from status
With every night spent laboring
To give women and people of color the right
To vote for a selection of white men
It’s not my dream to be livid, delivering diatribes
Can’t repair these relations, we’ll live and die a tribe
But still I’m calling for progress
‘Cause even crawling is honestly faster
Than waiting for kings to develop a conscience
Keep making promises to all of the so-called godless
While building nations on a history of violence and conquest
So we’ll be scaling the fortress, we’ll be fighting the office
And we’ll brandish the truth, though we might not be the strongest
Bring your army and I’ll bring my heart
Sling your arrows, I’ll be using them to etch my art
You may have trampled us over, you may have knocked us down
But there’s a harmony within us that will always resound
It’s not a fight to be victors, it’s not a grab at the crown
It’s a dream of unity even when we’re kicked to the ground
‘Cause even though I have anger my love is limitless loud
And the longer it lasts, it grows ever closer the clouds
Stronger than animosity, that’s why I’m finishing proud
‘Cause I have learned from every corner of a menacing crowd
We all deserve respect and peace, put your enmity down
The songs that I blast, you can’t diminish the sound
History marches and I don’t fight for the wrongs of the past
But the sins of the now
We’re bringing them down
So sing with me now

I’m still dreaming (Martin had a dream)
I haven’t lost that feeling
But I need something more to believe in
Give me something more to believe in
I’m still dreaming
About a light down the road I’ve been seeing
Give me something more to believe in

See lyric annotations on Genius: http://genius.com/Andrew-huang-sins-of-the-now-lyrics/

Eighty percent of your to-do list is crap. Look, the stuff of life never ends. That is life. You will never clear your plate so you can finally allow yourself to get to the good stuff. So you have to decide. What do you want to accomplish in this life? What’s important to you right now?
— 

Brigid Schulte, I’ll Finish the Dishes When I’m Dead

Simplify your to do list as well.

i was born with freedoms but we all inherit the baggage
all inherit the madness of culture and soul ravaged
and there’s only so much that heals with time’s passage
and anyway i’d rather take action than an adage
blending in with the sharks that i’m swimming with
learned to play nice with the great whites
raising civil kids who can’t seem to recognize privilege
and my mission is i’m just trying to build a bridge
with my sisters and brothers of other colors
with the promise of being free and unencumbered
they throw us shade in the day
and out the lights when the sun is under
forcing us to come in numbers
so now there’s riots for rights, minors are dying tonight
coolies’ american dreams are featuring china at night
some came to work for a living, some didn’t have any choice
and now they’re dying in a country that denies them a voice
and they all have families, and those families live on
still proud to be from ‘round here though they’ve got to wake up at dawn
to start a ten mile walk or lay in back of a truck
to get to work at a job that doesn’t pay them enough
and then on top being told that they don’t belong any places
‘cause every color that isn’t beige needs qualifications
saying latin-american african-american asian-american
to people who’ve never set foot outside the nation
don’t get me started on native american
look up the actual dictionary definition of native
verses that i’m killing like they did defenseless children
whether smallpox or slaughter, taking these lives by the millions
and now they’re scared of a foreigner who’s not even a foreigner
makes me want to do some shit - somebody call in the coroner
someone sail in a ship, pull it up to the coast
start naming states and provinces, start turning people to ghosts
put a flag in the ground, spread some deadly disease
put the locals to war, get them down on their knees
and when they’re dead from the sickness or finished fighting your battles
then corral them like cattle, also kill all the cattle
burn down the lifestyle and culture
even the forest, ignite it
this is manifest destiny, i can dream, i can write it
let all us modern day north americans see how we like it
sins of the now

i’m still dreaming
i haven’t lost that feeling
but i need something more to believe in
need something more to believe in
i’m still dreaming
about a light down the road i’ve been seeing
but i need something more to believe in
give me something more to believe in

from other tyrants’ smoke, we were taking cover
searching high and low for a paper mother
tryna sow the seeds of a new life in china cove
inscribing poems on the walls of barracks disguised as homes
clipped their wings and they called it angel island
though why would we fly any closer to a coast of violence
with no rights to testify against whites
barred from business licenses and real estate rights
a lot of colonies had salient convictions
the uk label was aliens restriction
mother maple let a head tax fail us
an aussie policy literally called white australia
six decades of a chinese exclusion act
had a president executive producing that
and 442 came home from war to prove
they were fighting for some brutes still trying to shoot a jap
and today you’re still afraid and worrying
another pioneer is gonna come and take your work again
they’ve got entire police forces murdering
ny or chi-town, la to ferguson
now calling for cameras on coppers
and not the kind in the coffers
demanding justice and progress
when only suffering’s on offer
killer in public he’s pious
tone down from bigot to bias
but in his words and his actions
that’s where his prejudice highest
they make us work for equality
make us slave for equality
yeah it’s kind of ironic
we have to pay for these policies with our lives
and nobody asking are we ok
just years of impotent pronouncements from the doj
so now we’re brown nosers blowing your white tissue
can’t hack a race issue? then take a rights issue
you say it’s challenging, yeah man i’m right with you
‘cause we’re both in this for life, let the rice hit you
this is a matrimony, it’s indivisible
but you try to make individuals invisible
you don’t see black and yellow, so now we’re seeing red
and i hate it, don’t want to see anymore people dead
on either side, don’t want there to be a side to block
it’s up to all of us together, only we decide to stop
sins of the now

i’m still dreaming
i haven’t lost that feeling
but i need something more to believe in
need something more to believe in
i’m still dreaming
about a light down the road i’ve been seeing
but i need something more to believe in
give me something more to believe in

it’s been futile since before the feudal
wealth and potential never distributed to the communal
every system has controls
and every hand has callouses
some from the power they hold
flogging every message that we might send
every speech never speaks to the right gents
no ears for the destitute
why’s every oppressor surprised somebody’s ready to fight them?
this hollow struggle for change
to see a slight bend rather than a break from status
with every night spent laboring
to give women and people of color the right
to vote for a selection of white men
it’s not my dream to be livid, delivering diatribes
can’t repair these relations, we’ll live and die a tribe
but still i’m calling for progress
‘cause even crawling is honestly faster
than waiting for kings to develop a conscience
keep making promises to all of the so-called godless
while building nations on a history of violence and conquest
so we’ll be scaling the fortress, we’ll be fighting the office
and we’ll brandish the truth, though we might not be the strongest
bring your army and i’ll bring my heart
sling your arrows, i’ll be using them to etch my art
you may have trampled us over, you may have knocked us down
but there’s a harmony within us that will always resound
it’s not a fight to be victors, it’s not a grab at the crown
it’s a dream of unity even when we’re kicked to the ground
‘cause even though i have anger my love is limitless loud
and the longer it lasts, it grows ever closer the clouds
stronger than animosity, that’s why i’m finishing proud
‘cause i have learned from every corner of a menacing crowd
we all deserve peace and kindness, put your enmity down, ah
the songs that i blast, you can’t diminish the sound
history marches and i don’t fight for the wrongs of the past
but the sins of the now
we’re bringing them down
so sing with me now  

i’m still dreaming
i haven’t lost that feeling
but i need something more to believe in
need something more to believe in
i’m still dreaming
about a light down the road i’ve been seeing
but i need something more to believe in
give me something more to believe in