give me a job on set or something

anonymous asked:

do you have any good plont blogs or online resources recommendations ? i'm trying to educate myself but i'm too broke to buy new books and the bookstores in my city are really, really tired of me reading inside.

This is In Defense of Plants, an AMAZING botany podcast hosted by a botany grad student in Illinois named Matt!!!

every episode, Matt Candeias brings on new plant people and interviews them about their job/research in the world of botany. they literally just talk about plants for 30-60 minutes, and it covers a wide range of super cool topics and professions in botany and isn’t terribly technical; things are explained in layman’s terms for the everyday listener, which makes it an easy listen. 

People are ask me a lot how to get into Botany/good resources to use to learn a little more, and this is an AMAZING place to start; it gives a diverse set of viewpoints and topics so you can find something you’re most interested in, while learning about plants on a general spectrum. there are also discussions on research, science, and how to build a career in botany, and each professional is asked what path they took to get into their research and job. some have been doing this their whole lives, others changed directions multiple times before settling. again, amazing. HIGHLY recommend. 

There are around 120 episodes to choose from so far, and all of them are free to listen and available through several different podcast sites (including itunes!). 

my faves so far (in no particular order):

Ep. 68 - From Seed to Orchid: A Behind the Scenes Look at Orchid Conservation

Growing orchids from seed is no simple task. It’s not a matter of throwing seeds in soil and waiting for nature to take its course. That is where people like Matt Richards come in. Using specific laboratory techniques, Matt has made a career out of propagating rare and endangered orchids from all over the world…

Ep. 71 - Nepenthes and Other Botanical Treasures with Stewart McPherson

Getting bit by the carnivorous plant bug can lead to a lifelong obsession with these botanical wonders. That is exactly what has happened to Stewart McPherson. He has dedicated his life to finding, photographing, and naming these amazing organisms. He is especially fond of the tropical pitcher plants in the genus Nepenthes. Over the last decade Stewart has explored some of the most remote corners of the globe in search of these plants…

Ep. 76 - Broomrapes: A Celebration of an Interesting Family of Parasitic Plants

Parasites have earned themselves a bad reputation in our society. We often see them as nauseating freeloaders. This could not be farther from the truth. More and more we are starting to realize just how important parasites are in any given ecosystem. Not only do they promote and maintain biodiversity, they also serve as vital indicators of ecosystem health…

Ep. 79 - A Lifetime With Orchids

Today we are joined by Tom Mirenda. Tom has the unique position of Orchid Collections Specialist for the Smithsonian Institute. At somewhere around 8,000 plants, this is no small task. He has spent his life loving and caring for orchids and when he is not doing that, he is busy lecturing and writing about them. This is a wonderful case in which a passionate hobby has turned into an illustrious career centered around these incredible organisms…

Ep. 86 - Plant Propagation at Kew

Personally, I think plant propagation is one of the most important skills anyone can have. That is why I was so excited to talk with my guest this week. Rebecca Hilgenhof is a Botanical Horticulturist at the Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew. She has the charmed position of propagation a bewildering variety of plants both for conservation and education…

Ep. 96 - Guam’s Changing Forests

Guam is a sort of poster child for invasive species. Following the accidental introduction of the brown tree snake, this tiny Pacific Island lost nearly all of its bird populations. With them went all of the ecosystem services they performed. Joining us today is Dr. Haldre Rogers of Iowa State University to talk about some of the ramifications of this ecological upheaval. As you will soon find out, the loss of birds is felt throughout the entire forest ecosystem…

Ep. 104 - Rock gardens, alpines, and aquatics, oh my!

I don’t think I have to say that my favorite people are plant people. Joining us today is Tom Freeth, the man in charge of the rock, alpine, and aquatic gardens at the Royal Botanical Gardens at Kew. Tom has devoted his life to growing and understanding plants and has had an amazing journey to get to where he is at today. He passion and interests come through in every word…

Matt also hosts a youtube version where he goes on various plant adventures and wrote a short article about IDOP for Plant Science Today!!!

If you would like to donate to help him out on his plant education mission, IDOP also has a Patreon, and you can buy stickers here!!

3. Wingman // Nurseydex

« {Part 3 of my Valentine’s collection.} »

a/n: sorry, this is two days late, but it’s also almost 3k, so…. hopefully that makes up for the tardiness? also! please note that this fic doesn’t have anything to do with ngozi’s short comic, wingman. your characters are safe. content warning for underage alcohol usage.

This is definitely not what Dex signed up for.

He’d expected Nursey Patrol to involve limiting Nursey’s shots and keeping him from dancing on tables, which, okay, would have sucked, but this is honestly not much better.

“Soooo, have you met Dex?” Nursey says for the third time this night, like imitating Neil Patrick Harris is still funny. He’s dragged Dex over to yet another group of female athletes that he’s going to have to do his best to avoid for the next three years of his college career. Nice.

“Hi,” Dex says awkwardly. “I’m Dex.”

“Pssh, I just said that,” Nursey says, slinging an arm over Dex’s shoulder and leaning on him only a little more heavily than he might have done sober. “He’s usually a lot brighter than this, ladies. He’s a CompSci major­—super smart with computers and shit. Plus all that typing means he’s good with his fingers, if you know what I mean. Just look at those hands—”

“Okay, that’s enough, Nurse. Sorry, you guys, um. Bye.”

He pulls Nursey away from the girls and—fuck, he’s pretty sure one of them is in his Stats class, dammit. Nursey stumbles behind him obediently, letting Dex drag him over to the kitchen. Dex fills Nursey a glass of water and Nursey drinks it dutifully, standing next to the fridge.

“Okay, so remind me why you’re trying to humiliate me in front of half of Samwell’s female population?” Dex demands when Nursey finishes the glass.

“‘M not humiliating you,” Nursey insists, then waggles his ridiculous eyebrows. “I’m trying to get you laid.”

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Work In Progress

Summary: Stiles is assigned as editor for the well-known erotica author Derek Hale.

Notes: Written for @dearnearlydemented, who wanted #12 from this list. I hope you like it! (Also, I have no idea what an editor’s job is really like, so please go with me on this one.) (On AO3)

“Come on, Derek,” Stiles says into the phone, just a little cajoling. “I need that chapter by tomorrow, but I’m betting you have it done now, and you’re just holding out on me.”

“Well,” Derek says hesitantly, and Stiles grins. Bingo. “It is done, but it’s not, um, my usual style.”

“I don’t actually know your usual style, so that’s not going be a problem for me. I just want to make sure it’s good, Derek. Is it good?” he asks, amused.

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I owe the life I live today to fandom. It’s a bit complicated.

I am an artist in her late twenties, working as an illustrator full time (meaning somehow I actually convinced people to pay me for drawing all day). I own a decently sized flat in a big city and while I struggle with mental health issues, I am coping and getting better. I get to see the world and work with international teams and have close friends I can count on. And that’s all because I was brave enough as a teen to post some fanwork on the internet.

Let me explain myself some more. 

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How To Change A Fuqboi (Jungkook)

Word Count: 2,917

Loosely inspired by the song “Fuqboi” by Hey Violet

Rated M (language and suggestive content)

Originally posted by donewithjeon

How to Change a Fuqboi

Volume 1: Happenstance (Jungkook)
Volume 2: For-Getting His Attention (Jimin)
Volume 3: Boning and Binding (Taehyung)
Volume 4: One and Done (Yoongi)
Volume 5: Unintentional Liar (Seokjin)
Volume 6: To Be Loved (Namjoon)
Volume 7: Checklist (Hoseok)


Step 1) Get acquainted*

Obviously, first you need to find him, that “Netflix and Chill” guy who thinks it’s cool to recycle pick up lines from pop songs, ask for “pics” within the first five messages of a conversation, and has the nasty little habit of borrowing his mom’s earrings. They’re everywhere, so really, it shouldn’t be that difficult.

You retrace your steps carefully, gaze glued to the ground. It has to be around here somewhere.

Of course the day you convince your father to let you wear your late grandmother’s silver bracelet, you’d go and lose it.

Maybe it’s along the path you take to your car. Maybe it’s back in your oceanography class. Maybe someone found it and…

Anxiety rips through your veins.

No, it has to be somewhere- you just need to remember where it fell off. Your feet stop carrying you forward as they reach the classroom, bracelet still nowhere to be seen. This is your last chance, so taking a deep breath to futilely fend off the disappointment and subsequent panic, you push open the door.

The professor has long since left and the next session, which you think might be a discussion class, probably won’t start for another half an hour, thus you are mildly surprised to find a student lounging in your exact seat, scrolling through messages on his phone, but also idly fiddling with a VERY familiar piece of fine jewelry.

“Hey!” the rude cry escapes your lips before you can stop it.

The boy looks up, immediately making eye contact and freezing you to the spot. Calling him attractive would do this masterpiece no justice. His muscular shoulders and arms fill out his black t-shirt beautifully, matched with a pair of perfect legs complimented by ripped jeans. And his FACE… his sultry eyes are partially hidden behind sun kissed bangs, hair messily parted slightly to the side in a way that makes it WORK and a jawline so sharp it could split thread.


You immediately know what he is, the coil in your stomach makes it clear, a heartbreaker- nay, a fuck boy. You firmly believe in the live and let live policy, but after the last time, you don’t think you could handle another emotional roller coaster.

It’s almost painful to maintain his gaze, so you drop yours to your feet, voice wavering, “I’m sorry…I… I think that’s my bracelet.”

“Is it?” his voice is the auditory equivalent of tasting thick cake frosting and a smirk quirks the left corner of his lips upward.

“Yes,” you affirm, though sound anything but sure.

“How do I know you aren’t just trying to steal it?” he arches an eyebrow, pinching the bracelet between his index finger and thumb, lifting it for inspection.

You run your fingers through your hair, finding the courage to look at him again, half flustered, half frustrated, “It’s my grandmother’s. Please.”

“Well anyone could say that,” he shrugs, either doing a stellar job at feigning concern or actually (albeit stereotypically) breaking character by showing interest in something that isn’t related to his pleasure, sexual or otherwise.

“Then how can I prove it to you?” you know you sound desperate now, but what else can you do? That’s REAL silver he’s holding.

His smile widens until he’s flashing you a perfect set of pearly whites, “First off, you can tell me your name. I’m Jungkook, by the way.”

*Addendum: acquainted, not to be confused with “friendly” or “intimate.”

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aesircast  asked:

So let's say, in theory, someone drew a lineart of Nina and wanted to color it (hypothetically). Would Manbanras' color scheme be accurate, or do you have something else in mind? Also, I wanna say, numerous people have asked me how my own naga would fit into a modern setting, but seeing Nina is the first time I've seriously considered it. Something about predatory nagas having to work a crappy/boring job just gives me the giggles.

Her original color scheme was this but I think I might stick with Manbanras’ colors, They’re really good oh man, I always second guess myself when it comes to picking colors. 

Nina was originally gonna be in a more fantasy setting which is why she has the costume, but I wanted her to interact with more of my modern setting characters like Lucy and I figured it would be more funny this way. 

hunkstellations  asked:

It’s time to fight the boss and if I don’t tell you now, I might not live to tell you W/Shiro

You’re just about to leave the hangar with Allura when he catches you.

The other Paladins watch in confusion when he darts out of his lion, nearly yelling as he runs to you. He’s desperate in a way you’ve never seen him, and you only have time to say his name before he crashes into you, taking you into his arms and pressing a desperate kiss against your lips.

“Shiro,” you gasp, as he nearly topples you over with the force of his embrace. “What’s going on?”

He pulls away enough to breathe, and he levels you with a look so intense you can feel it in your bones.

“I love you,” he murmurs, resting his forehead against yours. “I needed you to know just…just in case.”

You furrow your brows as he leans in for another kiss.

“Don’t say that,” you fiercely whisper, kissing him harder. “You’re going to come back to me. You have to.”

He only smiles sadly, and with one last kiss, he sets you on your feet before he takes a few steps back.

“I love you,” he repeats.

“I love you too,” you respond, giving him a watery smile as he starts to run towards his lion, cupping your hands around your mouth when he’s further away. “YOU BETTER COME BACK TO ME, TAKASHI SHIROGANE! I’LL BE WAITING!”

You see him raise his hand before the mouth of his lion closes, sealing him inside.

Something dreadful pools in your chest then, but you ignore it.

You have a job to do, after all.

No Place Like Home

Summary / Request: “Could you do a pt. 2 to key of my [heart] where the reader gets a new boyfriend but he abuses her and one night he really hurts her so she goes to [Tom’s]” / After months of being apart and an abusive boyfriend, Y/N and Tom are finally reunited again.

Gender Neutral reader

Requested by anon / Part 1

Warnings: verbal / physical abuse, swearing, 

Word Count: 1730

Originally posted by tomshollandss

               Y/N couldn’t catch a break. About a year and a half ago, when they broke up with Tom, Y/N wanted to go out and rediscover themselves. They picked up new hobbies like hiking, and rediscovered old ones, such as painting. Y/N tried their hardest to fill the aching hole in their life. They went out for drinks once a week, a date every other, claiming they were finally ready to move on after two months of being single. Y/N met up with people from the bar, the smoothie place down the street from their flat, to even people they met in line to pay for groceries. None made any lasting impact on them, except for one.

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Some Controversy, and Chilling The Heck Out

Hey there, my people. I’m Elsa, and I am not an ice queen. And I am going to say something that is rather controversial, at least in the world of tumblr. Are you ready for it? Here it is:

As a writer, it is not my responsibility to babysit anyone who might read what I write. It is not any writer’s responsibility to babysit their audience.

What do I mean by that?

If I write about something unpleasant, be it illegal or simply immoral, and someone decides to emulate it, that is not my responsibility. The actions of someone else are not my fault. If someone is going to do something like that, they would do it even without my involvement. They would get their inspiration from television, a movie, the news, or hell, someone else’s writing.

Now you might be saying, what if what I wrote convinced them it wasn’t unpleasant? Then I say shame on you. Give other people some goddamn credit. You aren’t the only one who can tell fiction from reality. You aren’t the only one who can read subtext and context clues. You aren’t the only one who can understand something without it being spelled out like an after school special. There is a stark difference between romanticization and depiction, and the act of simply depicting something does not mean I’m portraying it in a positive light or giving it some sort of blanket approval, and you aren’t the only person clever enough to pick up on that. You aren’t the smartest person in the world; you aren’t that special.

‘But Elsa!’ you might be saying. 'What if they’re a kid and can’t tell?’ And to that I have to say that it is not my job to parent someone else’s kid. If you’re worried about what your kid is reading, then as the kid’s parent, it is your job to goddamn parent them. Teach them how the internet works. Do the required research on books they want to read. Monitor them. Be a parent.

If I write about something unpleasant and someone is triggered by it, that is also not my responsibility. If it’s something I posted online then I will certainly tag it accordingly so no one is taken by surprise, and I do wish that content warnings were more common in books and ebooks, because the blurb on the inside of the cover typically isn’t going to say 'and by the way, this book might trigger your PTSD’ and I think it would be great if they did. But despite that, if something I write triggers you, you don’t get to say 'how dare you write about this?’ (Especially if it was tagged accordingly and you inflicted it upon yourself.) There are just as many people who might say 'thank you for writing about this,’ and for all you know, the writer might have been working through something, too.

(Relatedly, you don’t get to demand someone whip out receipts to prove that they’re allowed to write about unpleasant topics. People are allowed to write about whatever they want. If you don’t like that, that is, as they say, a you problem and you’re free to not read it.)

If it’s not tagged properly and you didn’t know what to expect when you read it, then you can criticize the author for that because no one needs that sort of shock sprung on them out of nowhere, but that doesn’t actually give you the right to tell people what they can and can’t write about.

It comes down to this: it is no one’s job but yours to police your own space.

Don’t get me wrong: I do think serious topics should be written about respectfully. And people are free to criticize as much as they want, to set someone on the right path if they’re writing about something in a disrespectful manner (or if the writing is just plain not good, obviously). But just saying 'this is bad and should never be written about’ isn’t criticism; it’s censorship. And frankly, I don’t know you. I don’t trust your judgment above all else and I don’t know anyone who put you in charge.

anonymous asked:

So what does working in archaeology actually entail and how did you realize this was what you wanted to do?

Sorry this took so long to answer, I was finishing my dissertation!

But to answer your first question, it entails a lot of things! Some archaeologists spend most of their days out in the field digging. Some spend most of their days out in the field sorting through all the finds and sifting spoil. Some spend most of their time in the lab, analysing what’s been dug up. Some spend their time pouring over animal bones or bits of pottery, seeing what they can learn from them. Some are running complicated lab tests, like strontium isotope analysis, or reassembling bits of a mosaic. Some, it’s writing reports and getting articles and books published, or taking care of a website that houses all these publications.

For me personally, being an archaeologist entails a few things. I have my job at a museum, where I give tours about archaeology and teach kids what it’s like to be an archaeologist. I also do research into various topics (most notably, accessibility in museum and heritage site settings), and put together learning materials both for the public and for fellow archaeologists. I also run this blog, where I answer questions when they come my way and try to raise awareness on different topics, especially accessibility and ableism. 

Basically, being an archaeologist can look like a lot of things! I personally can’t stand excavating, it’s not something that I enjoy, and I know plenty of archaeologists that are ready to simply dismiss me because I work more on the heritage end of things, but that doesn’t make me any less of an archaeologist than them. 

The first time I knew this was what I wanted to do was when I was in field school for the first time - it was the heritage field school, so though we did spend a day digging, we spent most of our time developing an audio guide and brochure to go with it. I enjoyed it so much, it genuinely felt like everything I had done in my life had been equipping me for that experience. All the things I did in my spare time, all my previous jobs, everything I had learned, it was all being utilised in developing and creating the guide and brochure (especially the brochure). I had a similar experience recently in Catalhoyuk - I felt like I was doing what I had been designed to do, to sound incredibly cheesy. 

Hope that helps!!

Bts Reaction to their gf being an interpreter at BigHit

* for @xyourpinksky I put it as their gf got the job while they were dating, I hope you like it!!*

Originally posted by bwiseoks


When you first told Jin you got the job as a translator for bighit he would be so supportive. He would hug you close and tell you he was so happy for you. He would make you come over so he could make you a full meal to show you how proud he was for you. “I've got to make sure you are well fed since you are going to be working a lot more!!”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings


At first yoongi wouldn’t show much of his enthusiasm, much like Namjoon. He would think of it just as a job maybe, but later on during the night is when he would show you how happy he is for you. He might make it somewhat romantic, ending in both you guys favorite thing, cuddles! “Im happy for you babe! Now with me all night long”

Originally posted by kimthwriter


Before you could even get the words out that it was at BigHit he would be screaming and picking you up. He would be happy in general you got a job, because he loved to see you achive, much like the others. When you mentioned it was at BigHit he would freak out even more saying “NOW WE GET TO WAKE UP TOGETHER AND WALK TO WORK TOGETHER! AND SEE EACH OTHER MORE!!!”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon


Like yoongi he wouldn't show to to much emotion. I feel like he would just kind of give you a small congratulations because he would be to concerned with making music, that is until he finally gets it into his head that you will be a translator for BigHit. He would hug you and give you kisses telling you how happy he is. “ Now you can help me better my (language)”

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Jimin would be so happy that you were able to work at BigHit and do something you enjoy. He would love that he would be able to see you more, and be around you more. He would probably give you small kisses and cuddle you, continuously telling you how happy he was. “Im so happy for you jagi, now i get to be around you more”

Originally posted by bwipsul


Tae would be very similar to Hobi, he probably wouldnt let you get your sentence over with before he covered you in kisses. He would tell you that you guys would need to celebrate and take you out to dinner at some fancy place, and spoiling you with things. “What?! You cant be mad at me for wanting to give you the world babe!!”

Originally posted by jimiyoong


For some reason I feel like Jungkook would be a little more like Jin and Yoongi. He wouldn't be overly excited like Tae and Hobi but he would let you know he was happy and proud of you. He would try to set some type of romantic night to show you that he is genuinely proud. “Im so happy, I know how hard you have been searching for a job and now you get one thats A. At BigHit B.Doing something you love, and C. close by me “

Greed Pair - Run Back To Me

I’m making this mini series because of this post stream about the Servamps and Eves being separated and dealing with a distance limitation similar to the one in “His Dark Materials”.

Sloth || Pride || Envy || Wrath || (Greed) || Lust

“So, here’s the game plan.” Hyde said to his subclasses. Some were listening to him intently and others looked bored. Guildenstern was utterly exasperated with his servamp. Despite the danger, Hyde and Licht decided to turn their distance limitation into a game. Whoever caved in and run back to the other first would lose. It had already been an hour and Hyde was surprisingly composed.

Too composed.

Guildenstern’s eyes narrowed as he watched Hyde carefully. He knew his servamp too well to be fooled by his confident smile. But he didn’t say anything as he listened to Hyde’s instructions. “Hermia and Lysander, you two are on Licht watching duty! Make sure to protect him if anyone tries to hurt him. And try to make him miss me more by giving him little hints. Something like, ‘don’t you just want to run back to Hyde? You should go to him and give him a giant hug.’”

“How is that a little hint?” One of his subclasses asked him but Hyde waved away their words and went on.

“Puck and Demetrius, your job is to set up traps for me outside this room. If I try to leave the hotel and go to Licht’s recital, do whatever it takes to stop me. Gil, you have the most important role in this plan. You have to entertain me and distract me so I don’t leave this room.”

“Why do I have the hardest job?” Guildenstern frowned but he nodded. Before any of them could complain, Hyde pushed his subclasses out of the room. Once they were gone, Hyde slumped against the door and his smile fell. Out of all his subclasses, Guildenstern had been with him the longest so he didn’t need to act around him.

“Gil, I miss him. It hurts!” Hyde whined and sat on the ground. Guildenstern sat next to him and pat his head. “Do you think he misses me too.”

“How can he not with your distance limitation?”  He pointed out and Hyde pouted at him so he knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted. He curled into a ball next to him and Guildenstern sighed to himself. Long ago, he promised to take care of Hyde. That mostly consisted of punishing his antics but it also included supporting him. “If you miss him, why don’t you just forget this game and go to him?”

“The winner gets the prize.” Hyde explained but the prize seemed less desirable with every passing minute. It felt like a part of him was missing and it was replaced with a palpable agony that clawed at his heart. There was a weight over him and it was difficult to breath. He wanted nothing more than to run to Licht’s side but he held himself back.

“You’re not going to win against Licht. You’re too greedy to just sit here and wait for him patiently. Don’t you want to see his recital? There’s still some time left.” Guildenstern could see how tempted Hyde was. He rocked from side to side as he considered running to Licht. Something pulled at his heart, urging him to. “He must miss you too so why are you keeping him waiting.”

“I can’t leave Lichtan waiting.” Hyde laughed even with the pain he was feeling. He stood and looked down at Guildenstern. “I gave you an important job and you utterly failed, you know? Well, lets see if Puck and Demetrius did a better job than you.”

They both turned to the window when they heard someone scream Hyde’s name. Hyde recognized the voice quickly but he still ran to the window to see who it was. His heart jumped when he saw Licht running down the street. His smile couldn’t be larger as he threw open the window. Even though the weight on his heart was gone, he still had the strong need to be next to Licht so he didn’t bother to wait for him.

Guildenstern was caught between sighing and laughing as he watched Hyde jump out of the window. He would have to punish him for his recklessness later but he was happy to see his servamp so filled with life. “I say I did my job very well as your subclass.”

“Lichtan!” Hyde glided to the ground as quickly as he could. Dropping down two stories only took a minute but it had never felt so long in his life and he landed ungracefully in his hast. He ignored the pain in his ankle and scrambled to Licht. He didn’t care that people were staring at him or that he must’ve looked silly because all he could think about was holding Licht.

When he called his name again, Licht looked up and their eyes met. He could see how haggard Licht was and guilt tightened his chest. They both ran faster and Hyde reached out his arms to him. Hyde barely started his apology when Licht kicked him. He stumbled back and cried. “That really hurt, Lichtan. What was that for?”

“That’s for making me play that stupid game, Shit Rat!” Licht grabbed his scarf and began to shake him roughly. “I’m never letting you talk me into this ever again. I had to end my recital early because I missed you so much and I could barely play. Look what you did to me!”

“You missed me?” Hyde knew he shouldn’t smile but the thought that Licht felt the same as him made him happy. He liked to think that it was because of more than their distance limitation. With a gentle hand, he stroked Licht’s arm. “I’m sorry. Did it hurt you much?”

“I didn’t miss you that much to actually feel pain.” Licht denied but Hyde could see small tears in his eyes. They were a strange mixture of frustration and relief. He didn’t want to admit how much he missed Hyde. He thought that he would be able to win the game easily because they had been separated once. But this time, he felt its affect like an avalanche.

“Well, I missed you. I’m never going to leave your side again.” Hyde hugged him tightly and he was surprised when Licht returned it. Having Licht before him felt perfect and he didn’t know why he wanted to ever be apart from him. Then he grinned and said, “Lichtan, you do realize you ran back to me first and I won, right?”

Licht stiffened for a moment when he remembered the conditions of their game. He groaned to himself but said, “Fine. You get to pick where to eat tonight. Where do you want to go?”

“Wanna order Chinese take out? I just want to stay in tonight. We can eat and watch a movie on the couch.” After being apart and feeling the affects of their distance limitation, Hyde was certain that sitting across a table from Licht would feel too far. He felt Licht nod against his chest and held him tighter.

I was going to make them all platonic but my love for LawLicht made that plan go out the window. The others will focus more on family and friendship (maybe with the exception of the Sloth Pair). I admittedly never read “His Dark Material” so I don’t know how accurate this is and just went off descriptions I read.

I know.

Pairing: Blaine Debeers x Reader 
Fandom: Izombie
Warnings: ——
Summary: Christmas with Blaine 
Author’s note: My sister is in love with Blaine and wanted me to write something. Again I must apologize if there’s some grammar mistakes I’m spanish. Anyway, enjoy. 

It was Christmas Eve.
Ravi’s house was filled with Christmas atmosphere, there were socks hanging upon the fireplace, beautiful lights everywhere, a bunch of presents under the tree and “Rudolph the red nose Reindeer” was playing on the radio. But even if everything looked so peaceful from the outside from the inside was very different. Everyone was stressed.
Ravi was running around the kitchen trying to have everything under control, controlling the turkey in the oven, cutting vegetables for the salad, washing some dishes… you meanwhile were trying to prepare the pudding as fast as you could and at the same time Major was setting up the table.  
Tonight, Liv was coming to dinner and she was going to bring her new boyfriend, Lowell. That’s why you (with Major’s help) prepared really spicy pasta so they could taste at least something.
Ravi approached to you with a worried look in his eyes.

“(Y/N), tell me you bought the champagne, I can’t find it anywhere.”

“What? No. That was Major’s job.” You said giving him a confusion look. Ravi put his hand on his forehead and started to panic- “Ok, calm down Ravi you’re making me more nervous than I already am. Major!”

Major appeared in the kitchen with a candle and a lighter in his hands. When he saw Ravi he gave you a very confusing look as if he was wondering why his friend was so … nervous.

“You forgot the champagne.” You said, shrugging-

“Oh, crap!” Major left the candle and the lighter in the kitchen table and started to check his pockets- Don’t worry, I’ll get in a near shop or something.

“Run! Run or I will kill you Major Lilywhite!” Ravi shouted, but Major was already closing the door-

Ravi always panicked when something was wrong in any celebration he was preparing and that made you laugh.  
You met him three years ago when you arrived from New York to Seattle looking for a house and a job after your father died. You found the job in the morgue and that’s where you and Ravi became good friends, you two were always together, drinking in a bar, playing video games, watching a movie in the cinema…so after two months Ravi told you he needed a roommate and you accepted the offer without hesitations. Eighteen months later you met Liv and Major and after knowing that he was looking for a flat you and Ravi agreed to let him move to your house.
You loved your friends; they were the most perfect human (and zombie) beings in the world, but although you had the most wonderful friends of all time you missed someone.

“(Y/N) where is the salt?”  Ravi was by your side moving his hand in front of your face, but you were lost in your thoughts to realize that “Heeeey, earth to (Y/N).”

You blinked a few times and went to the dining room to pick the salt for Ravi.


He gave you a worried look and then put a hand in your shoulder; he knew that something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing Ravi” You smiled at him but he was not going to let you go until you told him what was worrying you, he was very persistent sometimes. You sighed “I’m thinking about him… It’s Christmas and maybe he is alone. It makes me sad.”

Ravi disliked Blaine but he knew how you felt about him despite knowing all the things he has done. He was always nice to you; he visited you while you were working and invited you to fancy restaurants and cocktail bars. He was a really charming and funny guy and you loved to spend time with him, unfortunately you never found the courage to tell him how you felt. You were afraid about being rejected.

“Do you want to be with him?” Ravi asked, smiling sadly. You knew the answer and that made you feel sorry for your friends, you didn’t want to leave them but the thought of Blaine been alone in his apartment made your heart shrink “You can leave if you want (Y/N)… no one here is going to judge you.”

“I can’t leave… Lowell is going to bring his guitar; I promised I was going to sing something with him after the dinner…”

“Hey, Lowell will understand the situation… you can sing with him other day.”

“Damn it Ravi, why you have to be such a good friend?” That wasn’t a question. He was the best friend you ever had, even if Christmas was his favorite holiday he put your happiness over his.

“Go” He laughed

You gave him a soft smile and ran upstairs to your room to pick the present you bought for Blaine. You stopped in front of the mirror a few seconds to check your hair and makeup and then ran downstairs to get to your car.

You’ve been in Blaine’s apartment once, when he was going to have lunch with you but he forgot to pick one of his “deliveries” so the two of you had to return and grab the yellow bag and give it to Julien. It was a bit disturbing but you forgot it when you started to talk with Blaine.
Before arriving to his apartment you stopped in a Chinese restaurant and bought food, you didn’t know if Blaine liked noodles considering that he was a zombie a few months ago, but you had no idea what to bring to him.

You had to knock three times before he opened the door.  Blaine looked as good as always even if his hair was a mess and he was holding a bottle of wine.

“Are you drunk?” You asked raising your eyebrow-

“No.”  He smiled. You crossed your arms “A bit. C’mon in” Blaine closed the door behind you and you noticed few empty wine bottles in the kitchen table “I thought you were going to spend the night with the good doctor and company.”

“Yeah, but I didn’t want you to be alone. It’s Christmas.” You placed the food on the table and started unpacking everything

“Are you worried about me?” Blaine chuckled

That gesture made you feel sad because no one in his life worried about him. The only person who loved Blaine was his grandfather and now he was in a residence in a vegetative state.
No matter who he was you could never push him away. That was the problem, everyone did the same to him. Obviously you wanted him to stop murdering people to sell their brains to zombies, but even though he didn’t you never once thought about leaving him alone.

“I bought Chinese food, I hope you like it” You said, avoiding the question. He approached you and started to check what you bought but he stopped when he saw a paper bag with a ribbon.

“What’s that?”

“Your Christmas present, duh.” You rolled your eyes; it was obvious you got him a Christmas present, I mean, you LOVED Blaine although he didn’t know.

“I haven’t celebrated Christmas since I was eight” He confessed, you looked at him sadly, but he was wearing a smile “Wait here”

And that’s what you did. Sitting on a chair you poured yourself a glass of wine and started to drink. Two minutes later Blaine appeared with a tiny box in his hands and gave it to you.

“What’s this?”

“Your Christmas present, duh.” He answered in the same tone you did a moment ago

You couldn’t do anything but laugh, he really was a funny guy. You opened the box and let out a little surprise scream when you saw the golden necklace with a small heart and a tiny diamond in the middle. He bought you a freaking gold necklace. You looked at him directly to his blue eyes and hold back the tears that wanted to escape from your eyes.

“I’m not good with feelings and I’ll stop if you want me to but…” he murmured, gently cupping the back of your neck “I hope you don’t.”

You gave him a smile and pressed your lips to his. The sparks that raced along your skin at the contact made heat blossom on your cheeks.  He is gentle, he kisses you with love. Nobody knows this side of Blaine, but you are more than glad to be the only one.

“I…” You started to say with a smile, but he stopped you.

“I know.”

And you two kissed again.


wow. You lolirock fans sure do love you some Talisto (which is great cos me tooo!!!) I recently got my very own comic published and that is taking up 100% of the time I am not at my day job, so fandoms will be set to the back burner for awhile. But. I wanted to leave a few of my “finished” stills from 3 seperate videos Im working on that follow the Blue storyline, All Talisto. All fluff. 

I am giving no context except things- Mephisto  is SUPER annoying in this series and I LOVE HIM for it. 
*songs being used: Shut up and kiss me (Marianas Trench), Something That We’re Not (Demi Lovato) and a mysterrryyyyyy song 

You Can Be So Cruel - Part 3

Field trip, my ass

(Pietro Maximoff x Overweight!Reader)

You used to think no one could hate you as much as you hated yourself, until you meet the speedster with a seeming desire to break you.

Words: 1922  Warnings: Anxiety, body issues, bullying, language,

An: sorry this is late 💜

Translations: Haide/Come on

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Any other day you would start training in a vain attempt at placating him. Today, you were too exhausted. You couldn’t bring yourself to bother. You toss your bag onto the bench and drop down beside it, leaning back against the cool wall and closing your eyes. The bright lighting of the gym not helping your pounding headache, your whole body ached with over excursion and lack of sleep.

Why should you try when it gets you nowhere? For someone that treats you like nothing?

You hear the click of the door and open your eyes as Pietro walks in smiling down at his phone. He’s so effortlessly handsome. His hair all messy, sweatpants hung low on his hips and the vest top he wore barely covered his chest, his arms glistening under the lights.

You have to tear your eyes away, your thoughts going back to last night. You stand up, pulling your sleeve down self consciously and avoid his eyes, waiting for his first instruction. Feeling as small as you did on that first day, ironic really. He looks up from his phone and raises an eyebrow.

“Wow, did you get any sleep?”

Of course, he had to point it out. Without thinking you reach up to brush some hair out of your face and tug down your t-shirt.


Pietro narrows his eyes and before you can blink he’s in front of you, backing you into the wall. He takes hold of your wrist and drags your sleeve down, inspecting the bandage covering your knuckles, the dark red still seeping through.

“So the mirror just fell over yes?” he asks accusingly and you draw your hand away, covering it with your sleeve again.

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“You’re a very strange man Namjoon.”

pairing: Namjoon x reader

genre: Jealous Namjoon , mention of smut and fluff
words: 2,693
* summary: Namjoon cant stand not having you . As you get closer to the other members .He reaches his boiling point.

Originally posted by sugaa

“If you guys make us watch Fast 7 again am going to leave” The warning left your mouth before you could stop it.

“Am with (Y/N) we’ve had enough now put in a scary movie” Teahyung shouted from the kitchen as he helped Jin and Hobi with the snacks for the weekly movie nights you had with Bangtan.

“Shout up Tae!” Namjoon said to Tae in response. You thought that a bit harsh for him to say but he slowly turned to you and asked you watch they should watch in a stern voice. You had never suggested before so you were shocked at how he just put you on the spot suddenly.

“I don’t know Joon I will watch whatever you guys watch just not Fast 7.” you gave him shrugged, you were still mad at him that he told Tae to shut up.

You heard Jungkook laughing and a smile creeped on your face. His hooded eyes glared at the both of you. As if to challenge you.

“We are watching this…” Yoongi held up a box written the Fantastic beast and where to find them.

Yoongi played the film and Jin and Hoseok rushed for a spot on the crowed couch

You ended up sitting between Jin and Teahyung, getting very comfortable as Yoongi switched of the lights. He pressed play on the remote and everyone stared eating as the movie stated. The chip and sweet packets that were crackling under the member’s hand brought back old memories of your friends back home and how you used to spend Friday nights with them. You zoned out as your mind played back the memories.

“You okay “Jin asked you in English and you couldn’t hold the giggle that left your mouth. His English was so cute to you. You couldn’t help it. He sounded cute.

Your cute outburst had court the attention of Namjoon. He was on the other end of the semi-circle couch and he had a perfect view of you between Tae and Jin.

“Am okay Jin, am just thinking.” You answered him in your smelliest voice. He didn’t buy it.

“You looked sad.” he whispered in Korean. He was not going to let this go. You could feel it. Mama Jin was back and she wanted to know what was wrong now.

“I just miss my old friends.” You pulled him close so you could whisper in his ear and not disturb the others.

“it’s okay.” You patted his shoulder and he looked at you for reassurance.

Namjoon couldn’t stand this. The feelings he had mixing in his chest were on overload.

He was pissed yet happy, he wanted you to stay and leave at the same time. He was fighting a losing battle when it came to you. He didn’t know what to do. Before he could even get the courage to ask you out and be his secret girlfriend (let’s be honest Bang PD already didn’t like the idea of them being friends a foreign girl who wasn’t even an idol) you had told everyone that you had a boyfriend back home which wasn’t true.

You didn’t come to Korea to date Idols you come to study and get a job, hopefully. So Namjoon shot the idea of you being his down quickly but a day after he had made that decision you had asked him the help you with one of the Modules you had had a problem with. Wearing a floral cutoff romper and your new 360 lace wig in a messy bun you invited him to your dorm. He knew walking on campus would be tricky but with a grey hoodie, black mask and glasses nobody really noticed of cared. Sitting across from you in your dorm room he couldn’t stop staring at your bare shoulders, your bronze coffee colour neck with a small gold necklace that ran on the base of your neck.

“So, that’s my problem, can you help?” he looked at you stunted as he tried to ask you to repeat yourself.

He loved everything you did and he forgot about not asking you out. he really didn’t care. Rejection would be better then never asking at all.

But now here he was, watching a movie he didn’t care about. stealing glimpses of you and Jin talking and getting cozy with giggles and whispers. How was Jin so cool around you like this mean while Namjoon barely survived a one on one session of him tutoring you. It did hurt him that you were very close to the other members then he was to you. You were even close with Yoongi. that was very confusing to him but he just though that’s just the friendly person you are but why not to him?

Namjoon was shaking his legs and biting his nails as he watched you stare into Jin’s eyes. He watched you fixes his hair and nudge yourself closer to him.

“Tell me about your other friend the one you said had Green hair.” Jin whispered again. It was crazy how the two of you were having a full conversation and no heard or cared.

Your laughter again and told Jin about your friend that had Green braid on for the whole semester.

“I would like to meet her.” Jin said

“she would love you.” he made a heart with his long fingers and pushed it closer to your face. Taking his hand down under the sheared blanket, you told him to concentrate on the movie.

You had put your right hand between your thigh to keep it warm and Jin had been trying to get of an itch between his upper thigh at the same time as he was starting to fall asleep. his head bobbing back and his eyes falling half way. You noticed and your laughter at him, trying to hide it you focused on the screen stealing quick glances at him

‘Poor Jin had practice all day he must be tired’ you thought.

You let Jin’s sleepy head rest on its back, mouth slightly open but surprisingly he didn’t snore

But in Namjoon’s perverted mind he had thought you were giving Jin a hand job under your shared blanket. The room was dark and all he could make out was your made sliding to Jin’s crouch area and working. He saw his face enjoying how you kept smiling at him. He was way far from being pissed or angry his ears were red at this point and when you fixed him up as he took a nap Namjoon wanted to die. You were not that kind of girl but here you were Giving the oldest member of Bangtan a hand job he thought. He couldn’t do this anymore he had to do something. As the leader, he had to do something about you. Right?

“(Y/N)! Outside now!” His voice startled the shit out of everyone. Jin and Hobi woke up. Jimin, Tae and Jungkook sat up and Yoongi just stayed still. Namjoon gave you a look you had never seen on him as he made his way out the front door.

Walking to the hallway, you following Namjoon behind. He closed the door and looked down at you angrily. You really didn’t understand what was going on but you waited patiently. Letting your eyes adjust to the bright lights out side you finally gazed at Namjoon’s eyes. he looked worried or pissed you couldn’t put your hand on not.

“Namjoon what’s wrong?”

Your eyes full blown out and Namjoon loved how concerned your brown eyes looked.

“Tell me?” Your voice sweet you reached your hand to his arm but he quickly pushed it away. Remaindering himself were it has been.

“Don’t touch.” he told you in Korean, it stung more know that he was being rude to you in his mouth tongue.

“Why did you call me out here for?” Now you were pissed.

Just one emotion. You were simple. You made sense unlike Namjoon. He was a mess, a hot mess.

“I saw you and Jin and I think you should not do things like that! Jungkook was in there for god’s sake. What if he heard you or Jin! “

Maybe your conversation with Jin was a bit too loud but that didn’t mean Namjoon should be shouting at you in a cold hall way.

“am sorry he was asking and I was enjoying it.” Namjoon’s eyes blew up.

“what did you say to me?”

“Joon we tried to keep it low, am sorry I know we were supposed to be watching the movie but you can’t be mad at me it’s like the first time, and we will stay quite the next time.” You sounded so innocent.

“Are you hearing yourself, what about your boyfriend. You said you had a boyfriend. this is wrong.”

Yeah ,that was the exact reason why Namjoon pulled you out of the living room area to tell you had a boyfriend, not the fact that he loved you in every possible way and seeing you with Jin so close ticked him off.

“Namjoon I don’t have a Boyfriend that’s just something I said to get rid of unnecessary attention because I wanted focus on school but what does that have to do with Jin and I ……were we just having- “

Namjoon was shocked. Of course, you didn’t have a boyfriend that’s why you were so close to Jin.

“Ahh don’t tell me I saw you. I saw you giving him hand job. It was disgusting, you should be ashamed of yourself. We don’t let you – “

“Stop Namjoon, you called me out here to tell me that I was giving Jin a……… hand job. Are you crazy. I would never do that. You know I never liked how you always push me away when I try get close to you but this is too much……. Even the time I asked you to help me with my module, I could see that you didn’t want to be there .you won’t focused like you are normally are and you just looked uncomfortably .you should have told me I would have set up something with the lecturer or someone else .Its actually annoying how you act around me .Taehyung and Jimin always tell me that your sweet and loving when am not around , but when I come over you turn into this snapping ,mean person. Do I do that to you? Do I bring out the worst in you?”

“No …you don’t.” he was quite now but he was happy learning that you didn’t have a boyfriend opened the flood gates of crazy in him. During your rant, he was planning where to take you out on your first date. Maybe Movies and a walk in the park or the arcade game center, maybe go to the little farm outside of the city and go pick fruit but that didn’t seem like you.  He would take you shopping. Maybe a dancing class that could be fun so he could show off to Hobi. When you stayed over you would share a bed with him. Matching PJs. Matching converse highs. Ship names Rap(Y/N) or (Y/N)Joon. He was busy trying the names out in his mind. Making a list of things and coffee shops you both would visit. He snaps out of his trans

“Then why? Why are you like this to me? have I done something?”

If he wanted all these ideas to come true with you he had to say how he was felt about you.

“I don’t like you.” Not his greatest choice of words.

“I knew it, it makes sense now! I won’t disturb the boys am just going to get my bag and leave.” you started walking towards the door but he pulled you back softly.

Namjoon sees that you took it the wrong way.

“No wait I mean ever since we meet and started becoming friends I-I …… couldn’t understand you and that made me more interested in you more than the boys were. You always looked beautiful I always wanted to be next to you. Unlike most girls, I’ve been with you didn’t care that I was me or that I was part of Bangtan and I like that. Your educated, your beautiful and yes, I know I’ve said that twice. You dress so well and that ass -fuck anyway that’s why am weird around you. You don’t bring out the worst in me I just want to impress you all the time and it just comes out wrong and am sorry. When you said, you wanted my help I wanted you to come here at least the boys would be around. The idea of me and you alone scared me….”

You were stunted you didn’t know, like at all. You just thought he didn’t like you when it was the opposite. You looked at his chests, level with it. Processing what he just threw on you.

“please say something.” He stepped close and grabbed your fingers and started playing with them.

“You’re a very strange man Namjoon, you were about to make me cry about 4 minutes ago, and now you’ve made me like you even more then I think I should.”

Namjoon felt bad about what you said, he pulled you close at gave you a hug.

“Go out with me, be my girlfriend?” he said with his eyes closed. Face in your beautiful curly mess you call hair.

“I can’t.” you pushed him back as the tears you were holding from before slid down.

“why not, I said I was sorry it won’t happen again. I want to take you out. You will enjoy it come on.”

“Are you listening to yourself. You’re an idol, I can’t be with you. that will- “

His lips met your and you sunk in him. how did someone who seemed so cold have such warm lips. He deepens the kiss as he pulled you closer to him with your waist. Your arms automatically wrapping themselves around his neck. You moaned and he dropped his hands to your ass, giving you’re behind a few slow squeezes. Pulling from him you could believe what he just did.

“please it does not matter no one will know, just me and you. One day we will announce it to the world but I need you now.” His fore head on your fore head. You couldn’t think straight. This was really happening right now.

“If you are open with me about everything and you let us take things slow then I would love to go out with you.”

“That won’t be a problem. What else do you want?”

“Am cold.” without hesitation he took of his yellow hoodie and started feeding your arms in the large sleeves. The sleeves came to your knees and the hem was just above you know. You felt warm and comfortable, it smelled like him so bonus.

“Baby I look ridiculous.” you have always wanted to call someone baby. Baby. You loved the word. It carried so much love and affection and you loved the power it had. It is hard to say the word when you don’t have a boyfriend but that had changed 5 minutes ago, Namjoon felt his heart vibrate and slowly pick up its pace again. That word hurt him in a good way. It coming from your lips sounded sweeter than anything anyone had ever said to him.

“what’s wrong you look weird.”

He stood back afraid he might fall.

“you don’t like it?” you were genuinely worried. who hates being called baby?

“no I love it, I can’t believe this. Please let’s get back before you kill me with your softness. “

Making your way in everybody in the room looked at you and Namjoon

Why were you wearing his out of fashion mustered yellow should had been burnt a long time ago hoodie? Why was he smiling so much? Why was his dimples larger than ever? Then it all made sense when Yoongi saw traces of your peach cherry lipstick on the outer tips of Namjoon’s lips.

check out -> Jungkook Angst - “Move out the way so I can see my replacement Jungkook!”

a list of important shiro things in no particular order now with visual evidence:

- you know how keith stans my chemical romance? shiro stans fall out boy with the same fierce intensity;
- he also likes ambient noises, whale calls, classical music and in his weakest moments some ol’ good sad screamo, of course, but fob satisfy his emotional void like no one else can, what with their long incomprehensible string of words that he can warble when he’s really feeling it without being guilty - you can’t pull out azlyrics for everything, now, can you, winging it is understandable and encouraged (this vine definitely made him snort juice out of his nose, keith has caught it on camera and password protected it, there’s no use denying it happened)
- shiro sings fob songs under the shower like it’s his duty: he uses the shower head as mic and dances along with all he’s got. he also makes guitar/bass motions during solos, has gotten really good at pete wentz-ing with his imaginary fender. he’s not even embarrassed when he discovers someone had been listening/watching all along, he’s not ashamed, every fob song is a bop and he’s a just dance master anyway, he’s got moves (he’s only been beaten at just dance once in his life, by matt, but they all know he somehow cheated so,,)
-  sorry but imagine him bellowing I’m a nervous wreck, I’m a n-n-nervous wreck too loud for comfort, soaping himself up; “patrick just gets me,” he tells very seriously to the tiles of the castle’s bathroom. they do not reply.
- it’s only natural that he has a fob shirt he bought at one of their concerts (why is merch so damn expensive, the hell). it sadly had to be deemed as a ratty pajamas??? he used to wear it daily but he flexed in it too hard (lmao) so it’s gotten a little stretched at the seams and it’s well used so the cotton has gotten thin bc it’s his favorite ever?

so get me: shiro with boxers/sweatpants and the ratty fob shirt, still warm from bed, scruffed with a shadow of beard because he hasn’t had the time/physical motivation to shave yet, brushing his teeth with one hand while with the other he scratches his tummy (eight pack?? whatever). he’s squinting his eyes at the mirror, because the alien coffee he snorted right after waking up hasn’t still properly done its job; he’s humming under his breath a tuneless melody, foamy mouth and everything. he blinks owlishly at himself as the notes start to take shape in his head, gargles some tap water a little before spitting it out and padding in the castle’s living room’s direction, his black lion slippers on. his humming doesn’t stop, raises a little in volume instead, and soon he’s mumbling bits and pieces of made up lyrics, shuffling his feet in time.
when he gets to the living room, the others are flopped in various states of disarray on the couches, still sleep ridden and lazy. he smiles to himself, keeps his humming steady, thinks he can make it another ten minutes till he demands they go to have breakfast and then training. waits for them pick up on what he’s doing.
keith’s the first. he makes a face, but pitches in and matches his tempo. soon enough, lance joins in too, drumming his fingers on the arm of the couch with a sleepy smile. pidge and hunk are next, and they harmonize perfectly, random words thrown around between them as their singing gets louder, as they get to the choir and give it their all.
when the song ends, they all have matching grins. shiro flops down on a random couch, too, and gives two thumbs up at everyone, even at allura and coran, who just seem very confused.
he’ll explain, he vows, but not now. now, he throws his head back in a laugh and tells his space family “great job, team!” only to be met with delighted expressions. sugar we’re going down is a classic, he tells himself, quite gleefully, but next time he’ll go with something a little more challenging. maybe he’ll ask pidge to set up a weekly karaoke session.

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Requested by the lovely @anerdysouthernbelle Enjoy!

Pairing:  Tama Tonga/FC

Category:  Smut

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