…to be consoled as to console

JJBA Episode 26

If it weren’t against the laws of God and man, I would marry this ending.

(A little modern Kylux AU fluffiness for @gefionne , who is a joy to all)

Tomorrow was the day. They were finally, finally moving in together, and they wouldn’t have to keep shuttling between houses, realizing they had forgotten favorite sweaters or toothbrushes at the other’s house, they wouldn’t have to run home and make sure someone had fed the cat, all of that stuff. A house instead of apartments, a two-bedroom with a yard and a kitchen that wasn’t the size of a shoebox (like in Hux’s current place) and with a laundry room instead of a community laundry space that was $2 a pop (like in Ren’s). It was, they had both decided, perfect. 

They were spending the night tonight in Hux apartment, so they could finish boxing up the last of Hux’s things. But Hux’s office had decided to keep him late this evening, and by the time he got home, he was utterly, helplessly exhausted. Ren had offered to finish up on his own.

“Absolutely not,” Hux told him, setting out the Chinese food he’d gotten them on the coffee table before the TV. They were the only things left in the living room. “I wouldn’t make you–”

“How is it making me if I ask?” Ren teased. “Come on. There’s not much left anyway, just all the stuff in your closet that’s not on hangers and the bathroom stuff. Easy.”

Hux speared a shrimp with his plastic fork, trying to keep it from slipping off. “I mean. Really, I’ll help.”

“You’re about to fall asleep in your fried rice. I’ve got it. Don’t you trust my packing skills?”

“Your packing skills are fine, I’m not concerned about that. I’m thinking long term, when I inevitably get lassoed doing into something because you have the advantage of having done all this work tonight.”

Ren laughed. “I’ll pinky promise I won’t use this as leverage. You rest.”

Hux laid back on the couch and pulled up some History Channel show on his phone–one of those World War II in color things that he was always trying to get Ren to watch–and was asleep with his phone on his stomach within minutes, the narrator describing the Blitzkreig to nobody. Ren gathered up all the trash, tossed it out in the dumpster, and then returned inside to tackle the last of the packing. Hux’s house was so clean and organized that everything would be a snap to box up, and he could finish quickly and curl up on the couch with Hux. Easy, just like he said.

The bathroom couldn’t have gone more smoothly. Detaching the shower curtain had taken the longest. Ren marked the box ‘bathroom’, just like Hux had asked him to so the unpacking would go smoothly, then walked into the bedroom with the last of the boxes. Millicent, who was sleeping on the mattress that had been set on the floor (the bedframe was already taken apart), raised her head when he flicked on the light, then went back to ignoring him in favor of licking between her toes. 

“You’re gettin’ in the crate tomorrow, you little devil,” Ren told her, not even getting a glance in response.

Okay, the closet. Again, it was organized as beautifully as something in a home design magazine, there was just more stuff. Books, ties, some files, some old stuff from college. A few hats. A couple of notebooks. Just for the hell of it, Ren flipped through one. It was from a few years ago, mostly used to budget–he saw pages listing out monthly expenses, grocery lists, to-do lists, the occasional thought jotted down. Ren grinned when he saw the expense list from the first month he and Hux started dating, listing the dinners that he had taken Ren to, the movies, that kind of thing. A grocery list with condoms on it. 

He worked his way backwards in time through the notebook, before he and Hux met, and came across a little note Hux had made next to a list of cat expenses.

Telling myself again and again that adopting a cat as a single man does not make me proto-crazy cat person. A little affection would not go amiss. It doesn’t matter that I have been single for years longer than anyone else in my friend group. It’s only a matter of time, I’m sure. I will only be alone with my cat for a short time. Still, as I prepare to go get the kitten, I can’t help but feel like I’m giving up. I’m not, I must not. I won’t be lonely always.

It made Ren sad at first. Hux had never mentioned that he had felt that kind of frustration or loneliness before they had met. But, then again, why would he need to? Ren’s sadness faded as he thought about how they’d be so busy tomorrow, moving in together, just like they’d been talking about for months. The perfect house. Just for them. 

 Ren abandoned the task of packing just for a moment to return to the living room and dropped a kiss on Hux’s head, just because, just because he could. 

Fic sneak peek #2

sneak peek #1

This is one of those scene that popped into my mind very early on even though it takes place only in chapter 5. 

Mercier and Betty are working for the organization and they somehow find themselves in a sort of archive cupboard…

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cannedcream  asked:

Hey Matt, thanks for recommending The Disaster Artist on the podcast a few weeks back. I just finished reading it last night and WOW, that was a trip! This is my favorite thing about the podcast you guys do: all the cool books, anime, shows, and games I never would have heard of, let alone tried, if it weren't for you guys gushing over them.

Ha ha, what a story!

Love Thy Enemy: don’t look back [Pt. 2]

Today in: Let’s see if I can break Tumblr with the sheer length of this post

So after asking around last week, I hunkered down and managed to get myself to finish the very last section so that I can post this monstrosity all at once.  Yes, it’s ridiculously long, but it does flow better as one continuous part and…at least it ends on a slightly less awful cliffhanger?  Slightly.

BUCKLE UP, BISHES, SOMEBODY’S GONNA CRY and that somebody is me *sobs*

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MUSIC: “Cybertronics,” John Williams, A. I.: Artificial Intelligence // “Alicia Discovers Nash’s Dark World,” James Horner, A Beautiful Mind

“Commander, we can’t in good conscience debrief you in this condition,” Mon Mothma declared softly, her already weary face blanching at the sight of Luke the moment he’d walked in the room.

“Then don’t consider this a debriefing.”  The edge of the holotable bit into Luke’s thighs as he leaned against it for support.  It was fitting, he thought sadly, that it stood between him and the Alliance leadership, physically separating him from them.  The room was even more packed than it had been for the briefing before the battle, non-essential personnel having invited themselves along for the spectacle.  No one had the motivation to shut them out.  He’d never felt so lonely in a crowd since the party after the medal ceremony on Yavin 4.  “I’m here to speak on my father’s behalf.”

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RUN IN {part 5 of RAP LINE LOVE}

Hobi walked out of the dance studio. His shirt was loose, but clung to parts of his chest because of the sweat, and his hair was completely out of sorts. He had just finished up with some last minute choreography, when he looked at his phone. No new messages. He sighed to himself. He was really hoping you had texted him in the few hours he had been practicing, but it seemed as though he was out of luck. Just as he thought that and rounded the corner, he almost ran head first into someone. Looking up, he saw your shocked face. You blushed when he looked at you with surprise laced throughout his features.

Hey! Y/N! What are you doing here? He exclaimed as you tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You really weren’t expecting to see him and you looked down at your outfit. A pair of leggings, a simple t-shirt, and an army green jacket, matched with a barely made up face and messy curls, you looked like a bit of a mess.

Oh, uhm, well Namjoon and Yoongi invited me. You stammered as Hobi listened intently. His gaze seemed to glaze over as you said Namjoon and Yoongi.

How did they invite you? His voice was a bit colder as you looked down at your phone. A part of you felt sick to your stomach. You didn’t know why, but you felt as though you had crossed some line with him.

Well they both gave me their numbers at the fan meet the other day. You replied and Hobi’s eyes grew dark. You weren’t scared, but you wanted to turn and run away. This was all just too much.

Oh, well have fun. He said in a detached tone and turned around. A part of you wanted to stop him, but there was a large part of you that told yourself to let him be, he was upset and you barely knew him. However, you found yourself walking towards him.

Hobi, wait! You called out to him and he turned slightly. You saw his slumped shoulders and his downward gaze. Your heart broke as you wanted nothing more than to run up to him and hug him. But the only thing you could think to say was. I’m sorry if I crossed some sort of line. He shook his head with a light smile.

No, no, it’s not you. Uhm, be careful with those two, I hear they bite. He chuckled as he turned back around and continued to walk away from you down the corridor. You watched his silhouette grow farther until he had turned another corner and left. Your shoulders slumped a little as you tried to find your way to the recording studio. Due to the interaction, a part of you just wanted to go home, you felt as though you had ripped Hobi’s heart out and stepped on it. You tried to justify that this was nothing more than you helping Namjoon and Yoongi, and nothing more, but you could see how it looked.

As you continued to berate yourself, a thought popped in your head.

If this bugs Hobi so much, does that mean he likes me? You felt a smile begin to form on your lips, touching your mouth with your hand, you couldn’t help but feel a giddiness inside of you.

Hobi on the other hand felt complete dread. I knew she was too good for me. He continued to scold himself on his walk home. He felt like a fool for thinking you would actually like him as anything more than an idol. Once you spent a little time with Namjoon or Yoongi, you would realize that he wasn’t worth your smile. Hobi grew angrier as he thought of how foolish he had been. Of course the other guys would see how beautiful you were and want you to be around them. Hobi thought. He walked into the dorm as Jimin and Tae sat to play some video games.

Hey, hyung! Why the long face? Jimin laughed as Tae looked over at him.

Yea! It’s longer than usual! Tae added as Hobi rolled his eyes.

Ha-ha, very funny. Hobi scowled and threw his bag on the floor. Sitting down on one of the chairs, he threw a hand through his hair.

What’s wrong, hyung? Jimin had now become concerned with his elder’s actions.

Ah, it’s just a girl. It seems as though a couple other guys are into her as well. Hobi didn’t want to say it was Namjoon and Yoongi, it was just too embarrassing. Jimin nodded as he listened and then thought for a moment.

And you’re just going to let her go? You’re not even going to fight for her? Jimin seemed appalled at Hobi for quitting so easily.

Well, I just am not that much of a catch. Hobi stated as Jimin looked shocked. Hobi had never had that much confidence, but in Jimin’s eyes this was going too far. Hobi would always laugh off the fact that he never made the most attractive lists or joke about the other guys having more fans, but now Jimin saw the raw pain in Hobi’s eyes. And to Jimin, it was the saddest thing in the world.

Fight for her, hyung. Jimin was stern as he said this to Hobi. He clapped Hobi on the back as Hobi gave him a small smile.

Yea, hyung! You gotta at least try! Tae added as Hobi nodded.

Ah, maybe. Hey, you guys have room for one more in the game? Hobi asked, wanting to change the subject. The two nodded vigorously as they set up another player in the game. Hobi’s mind was racing as they began to play video games for the night.

Maybe I could fight for Y/N, it would be worse to not even try. Hobi thought to himself. He looked over at his phone and just as he was about to look away, it lit up with a text. He smiled when he saw it was from you. Maybe she will want me back.  

Free Request are open today and tomorrow!

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Today after finishing the last coms, I’ll start drawing ome of your requests 💕👌


Alex: “Hey, hey! You made it! How did the family take the news?”

Dahlia: “As well as they could do. I’m bummed about Lizzie not coming with us though. What about -”

Alex: “Our roomate? Taken care of. She’s upstairs and just unpacking her things. I’ve just finished setting up the last bits of your furniture like the DIY pro that I am! Would you like a tour?”

Dahlia: “Lead the way, oh amazing DIY King!”

She’s the betta half of the two


  Prodigy Hero Bby | Bakugou Katsuki | ♥  ୧(๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭ *:・゚✧


Anyone remember when I said I was gonna draw that “First Kiss” comic? No? Well, no wonder because was really long ago. I ended up scrapping a few older versions because they weren’t silly enough and I couldn’t fit them in my 10-page limit. But here it finally is in all its cheesiness.