grace hell big piece of shit you are so cute get out

Long Distance (Chapter Seven)

So! So this chapter was originally over 5000 words and I split it in half. There is a really good conversation in here about how the relationship between the three of them will work, and I didn’t want that lost in the cuteness/sexy times of the last half. Polyamory is something I think is very misunderstood, and I wanted to make sure not to skip over it or make it seem like this was a “threesome” fic because it’s not, it’s about these three guys finding love together.

Anyway, enough of the PSA. Our boys meet up and it’s adorable. Also we learn how Stucky hooked up. So cute. Can’t wait to hear what you guys think.


Enjoy :)

Tony smoothed the wrinkles out of his shirt nervously, staring at himself in the mirror. Pepper had insisted on the dark red shirt, saying it looked the best on him, and even he knew his ass looked amazing in these particular pants.

He was killing time, waiting for a text from the guys saying that they had arrived at the hotel.

They had opted to meet at a Four Seasons about halfway between Boston and Manhattan, not wanting to be anywhere crowded, trying to keep it nice and simple. Tony had paid for the reservation- two adjoining rooms. Partly because he didn’t want Bucky and Steve worrying about the money, partly because he was worried they would just book one room and he didn’t really know if he was ready for that.

Tony had driven, taking one of his cars out for the couple hour trip up the freeway, but he knew Bucky and Steve hadn’t been able to leave until after Steve’s last class, so they wouldn’t be in until closer to seven.

It was seven thirty now, and Tony waited nervously for his phone to ring. They were supposed to have dinner at the hotel restaurant, maybe drinks out at the outdoor bar that overlooked the golf course and resort pools. And if everything went well… well. Tony couldn’t think that far ahead.

If he was being honest, meeting the two of them was making him so nervous he was nearly sick to his stomach. It was nerve wracking enough thinking about meeting Steve, who he had been talking to longer than Bucky, but to meet both of them, to see them together….

Yeah, these last few weeks of video chats and group texting had been fun and flirty and yeah, he was into both of them but…but…

Tony’s phone trilled and he lost his train of thought, opening it quickly.

{Group Text}

From Steve– we are running late, just barely got checked in. Let’s just meet in the restaurant, Bucky and I can find our room later.

From Bucky– Steve’s being nice. I’m starving so get your perfect ass down here so we can eat

From Tony– see you guys in a minute.

Tony took a deep breath and looked in the mirror one more time before heading out.

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anonymous asked:

Friends OCs, do they do anything for ya?

If I had to drum up a quick little list here:

Sihagen’s Samantha is great. Cute in design. One of the few characters that is explicitly sexually active. And at the same time, not indulgently lewd. (Cute as fuck you know it ya’ll)

TD-Art’s Wendy is a fucking delight. Varied color scheme. Generally cute. She’s also very often big. So that’s a plus. (Big Soft. Would Let Crush Me)

Pepe’s Penelope. I have never see a greater pairing of style and design. Pepe’s linework makes her look unbelievably soft and adorable. Her figure is tastefully hyper without going into absurdity. (10/10, Crush my City Please)

Ethan64′s Lucy is a total delight. Part of it is I’m a sucker for girls that get big and let loose. Her design is so frustratingly painfully simply perfect when it comes to Ethan’s own style. Love her to pieces. Almost literally. (One of those “Shit I wish I could think of that” Moments)

SunnyDLite’s Sammy and Gloria are a treat. They tackle adorable size-difference couples stuff with grace. Like, palpable intimacy without sex and prevalent size difference without getting in the way of the couples stuff. They both lean into their style and press all my buttons. (An Ideal Couple. I Wish I Could Nail This Concept As Well As They Do)

Dook’s Perky Towers.


Oh my god. Get big. Do things to me. I don’t-

(Get Big Do Things To Me I Don’t)

Also know that there are, like, god knows how many more. This is some base level stuff. I’ve spent too much fucking time on this shit as it is. I’m actually about to sign off for a tick so I can get some stuff done IRL. For a good long while. But yeah. Some OC’s out there that are either sexy as hell or so fucking effective at what they are trying to do that ya’ll should check ‘em out. 

Anyways, I’m out.

jenniferjuni-per  asked:

Congrats on your follower milestone my dear! You certainly deserve it 😘 For the rebelcaptain prompts, how about fake dating in a modern au?


Thank you so much Jen!!! (and I hope you like havin a laff bc I apparently went straight up comedy/fluff for this hahahahhahahaha) 


Fuckity fuck.

That bitch was heading her way and unless she did something stat, Jyn Erso may as well kiss her miserable excuse for a life goodbye. She probably (100%) should not have had that second wine earlier, but her day had rather called for it and naturally, it was hard to resist when you had good-for-nothing best friends in the background yelling over the pounding of the bass, “So you got fired! Fucking drink, bitch, and you’ll forget all about it!”

“Until I wake up tomorrow with no job,” Jyn had pointed out earlier that evening.

“Tomorrow’s tomorrow, this is now!” Bodhi had called out to her, before naturally getting distracted by his newest piece of ‘mancake’ (who was admittedly kind of hot at least this time, in a Californian surfer dude kind of way).

Hence the reason she was now well on her way to Trolleyed Town, when JUST HER GODDAMN LUCK, Queen McFuck Your Boyfriend showed up.

Somewhere up there (or down there? She was casting a bit of judgement now) The Big G himself was splitting a rib laughing at her.

“Quick!” she slammed her glass down and turned to the first person she could see – a kind of scruffy, yet not-un-handsome dark-haired bloke sat on the barstool next to her. “We have to do something!”

The bloke ignored her completely.


“I’m sorry–? Are you talking to me?” the bloke finally turned.

“Finally! I am graced with His Majesty’s presence!” Jyn would have curtseyed, if she weren’t already sat down on her own bar stool and too worried about her balance should she get off. “I literally have less than 30 seconds before McBitch shows her face and I’m not at the point of literally running away yet, so you have to help me!”


“KEEP THE FUCK UP, she slept with my boyfriend!” Jyn yelled.

High and Mighty Scruffy Boi crinkled his nose as he glanced around in confusion. Maia (otherwise known as ‘McBitch’) had almost certainly spotted her at this point, if the little wave was anything to go by. Damn her and her perfectly straightened hair, deep tan and baby blues that she swore could rope in demons if she truly put her talents to work. Not that Maia had ever lifted a manicured finger for herself in her entire life. Scruffy Boi was eyeing her appreciatively, so Jyn groaned and tugged on his shoulder.

“Do not be taken in by the hotness,” she insisted. “She will roast your insides and eat you alive.”

“How could you still be alive if she’s already roasted your insides?”

“SCRUFFY BOI, KEEP UP,” she cried. “I cannot let her win!”

“Well, what the hell do you want me to do about it?” Scruffy Boi asked, eyes slightly unfocused as if this constant back and forth conversion was whooshing straight over his head, along with her dignity and self-respect, particularly in the wake of what she was about to say next. Did she have much choice?

She was already regretting it.

“I want you to kiss me.”

No, she truly didn’t wake up this morning thinking that she was going to end up here. Believe it or not, but Jyn Erso usually lived a very quiet life! She lived alone, she loved tea and snuggly blankets and occasionally entertained the odd guest (which basically just meant Bodhi coming over and eating out her entire fridge).  She had done the crazy shit already. She wasn’t 16 and on the streets anymore, drinking until 5am and sleeping with Scott Melshi (now THERE was a mistake). Nopity nope, she was a self-confessed grandma now, and she was totally ok with that! She only wanted what everyone else in their late 20s wanted: a stable job and living without the debilitating fear that she was going to die alone and in debt.

Of course McBitch had to move in.

She honestly wasn’t quite sure what had come over her in asking this very random, very bewildered (albiet very cute) guy to kiss her, but what could she say, she was on a roll here. She knew it sounded ridiculous, even as the words were coming out of her mouth, but she hadn’t stopped them. She knew that she didn’t live in a romance novel like that line seemed to have apparently walked straight out of. In fact, Jyn was 100% certain that he was about two seconds away from telling her to fuck off, which would be fair. Honestly, since it was years ago Jyn wasn’t really pissed about the whole ‘being cheated on’ thing anymore, it was more the fact that McBitch seemed to think they were still BFFs for some unholy reason (did ‘you slept with my boyfriend and I hate you’ mean nothing?) so she would honestly just take what she could get.

Scruffy boi started laughing. He was shaking his head and as he drained the last of his drink and Jyn sighed in exasperation.

“Fine, go on then. Laugh it up, mate,” she said. “My life is now a sham, thanks to you! I hope you realise–”

Somewhere in between his laughing and her complaining, she had apparently failed to realise that he had slipped off his bar stool and now stood in front of her. In fact, she didn’t realise anything at all until he was cutting off her words, kissing her with the kind of passion that can only come from third drinks and late hours.

Well, holy shit.

The bar stool she sat on gave her the added height she needed to comfortably reach his lips, and Jesus Christ, what a pair of lips they were. She always liked to think that she’d been not just kissed, but Kissed™ at least a fair few times throughout her life, but apparently she was wrong. Scott Melshi had been an opening act. Scruffy Boi was where it was at and she didn’t think, she only felt with a kind of blind ohmygodohmygodohmygod panic. Where was fucking Bodhi when she was the one finally being the wild one for a change? Scruffy Boi gripped her hips in a way that made her stomach flip and she separated her knees, drawing him in, dragging him closer –

“Oh my god, Jyn! Haven’t seen you in forever – have I caught you at a bad time?”

Bitch, you can very well see that this is a fucking bad time!

Jyn pulled away in very un-fake irritation. She kept an arm slung around Scruffy Boi’s shoulders and she turned to face McBitch. “Oh, Maia. You could not have turned up at a worse time. How’s it going, girl?”

“Oh, so great, thanks for asking,” Maia simpered

“Was there anything you actually wanted? ‘cause I’m kind of busy…”

She felt Scruffy Boi’s lips pressed firmly to her neck, travelling the skin there and quite honestly, it was making it very difficult to think. He was apparently taking her request to heart and Jyn noticed Maia’s eyes narrowing slightly as she watched. Time to milk this. “Hey, babe,” she nudged Scruffy’s Boi’s head with her own, making him glance up. “This is Maia, we knew each other back in the day.”

“Oh hey, Cassian,” he introduced himself. He pressed closer to Jyn, occupying her space with his hands at her hips. “I’m the boyfriend.”

Yeah, you are.

“I didn’t even know you were dating again!” Maia said in false happiness.

“Yes, this is CASSIAN, my BOYFRIEND,” Jyn practically yelled. Quite frankly, her quota to hold inane conversations had been used up and she made a point to turning back to Scruffy Boi (wait, Cassian, of course the guy’s name is Cassian, you never could choose a Peter or a John could you?). She didn’t give him any warning when she kissed him this time, but she hoped to god that he’d just roll with it and he did. They were probably way too overly-enthusiastic, but there was just enough tongue to make her stomach churn and she found her hands snaking up around his neck, into his hair.

It took several minutes for Maia to finally get the hint and trill, “Um, byeeeee then!” before flouncing off through the club.

Jyn hastily pulled back from him, praying that her face wasn’t as red as it felt.

“Oh good god, thank you,” she breathed with relief.

“I – shit – I mean,” he laughed nervously, stepping back out of her arms. “No problem.”

“I didn’t even say – my name’s Jyn.”

“Cassian,” he reiterated for her. Bizarrely, he held out a hand for her to shake and she took it. “Nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

“I feel like I’m kind of owed an explanation for… well, whatever all that was,” Cassian pulled back to wave his hand in the general direction that Maia had gone off to. “I don’t know… did you want a drink or something?”

It only took her about five seconds to make the decision.

“Sounds great.”

Hunter, Never the Hunted: Ch 3

Eventually Jackson/OC
WORDS: 2600+
Summary: A hard working waitress spends her days working at a diner just to makes ends meet. Until one night on her shift, a sketchy character strolled in and slowly her life gets flipped upside down with the unexpected.

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A few days prior…..

Jackson grunted as he drove over a bump in the road. He felt an irritated throbbing sensation on the left side of his body. He looked down and examined his cuts. His side wound was currently being compressed with an old t-shirt that they found in the back seat of their car. 

The bleeding had stopped but it definitely needed attention. He glanced over to the passenger side and checked if Mark was okay. Physically, he looked worn out, and he could see the bruising already forming on his face, but he’ll live.

Bambam was probably wondering what was taking them so long. They got a call from their friend, Garth, a few days ago that there was a case not too far from them and if they wanted to check it out. They were told that a spirit of a deceased father had not moved on after his death and was still terrorizing his family members. The job was only supposed to be an in and out situation. They were supposed to go in, salt and burn the body, and be done with it.

However, something unexpected had happened. The spirit had manifested into a poltergeist, and although they still had to salt and burn the remains, they had more of a challenge considering they aren’t visibly seen and was strong enough to telekinetically pin them behind a large china cabinet as if they were nothing. The large gash on his side was from being thrown aside like a rag doll out the window.

The sound of Foghat’s Slow Ride was quietly playing in the car. Jackson was never one for 80’s hair rock, but it was something Mark had to listen to after a hunt to calm him down. He never really questioned it. Everyone has their own way to relax and ground themselves after a hunt. Jackson’s way to unwind was to go to the nearest dive bar for a few cold beers, a greasy bacon cheeseburger with pickles, and then taking home the hot waitress. Then it’s on to the next case, doing what they did best. This was the life – saving people, hunting things.

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So I’m laying in bed giggling about all of my first impressions of the characters of Transformers Prime, I’m going to write some of them down…


His face is perfect

And kinda pale

His optics are beautiful

He’s such a pretty blue

He’s such a pretty everything

His flaws are fucking perfect

If, ya know, I could find those flaws

I’m just blinded about how awesome he is

Nice hips

Pretty wheels

His voice is so calming

He’s beautiful inside and out




Bright sunshine yellow!

His optics are so round


He has no mouth?

Nononono he had to have a mouth at SOME point, right?

Maybe it’s just hidden

He’s pretty too

Like Optimus

He’s also got some wide hips

Man I do NOT see much of a crotch plate??? (This is before i truly understood male anatomy)

(In fact this is all before I even looked at anyone that way)

His doorwings are kinda cute

But kinda curved


Green basketball

How does he bend over?


Big jaw

Odd face shape

He seems okay, not my fave character tho



He’s a cat

The pointy things on the back of his helm look like cat ears

And his optics look catlike

IDK man that’s just what I thought

He’s got claws like a cat too

His paintjob is really pretty and detailed man why are you a medic go be a damn cybertronian tattoo artist jfk

(I always assumed he did those himself, like he doesn’t want anyone else to fuck up his perfection)

Alright, being full of yourself and yo looks ain’t gonna make me like you

(‘specially since my mind had already been blown to bits by Optimus)

I’m not calling the short cherry perfect, that belongs to Optimus (in my opinion)

I am not surprised he flirted with optimus


Why the fuck are your teeth/denta pointy doesn’t that hurt what if your tongue catches

Are your facial scars…symmetrical?



What did you look like before all this?

Your hands are giant claws

I think you’re missing a joint in your fingers

No wait you just have extended talons

How do you grab shit?

And clench your fists in anger and not cut yourself?

Goddamn you are really fucking pointy how the hell do you not have random pieces of shit on you because it got caught?

Holy hell the poor person who gets kicked by you will have to worry more about losing energon than dented armor

Why do you have a total of four toes?

You could make human kabobs with your feet!

I get the feeling you wouldnt like that because then you’d have to pick off the remains

Why is there no paint on you?

No wait your kinda purple

Your eyes are different from everyone else’s

I like your voice. It’s scary, and angry, yet empty/hollow. What happened to you?



Why the long face?

Such a thin red thingy in your face (his crest I’m talking about his crest)

(I didn’t have an inkling of an idea what Cybertronian anatomy was)

You have huge wings is that why your hunched over all the time?

Wannabe Megs

You sound like your trying to imitate Meg’s voice but like???

You sound hollow, but it also sounds fake

You don’t quite have the anger down

You really aren’t all that intimidating Screamer

Now THOSE are some human kabobing fingers

Such long fingers and legs

Dude go eat something


Kinda thin

Kinda not

Dark colors with pretty lights

He seems so chill but in control

He has no face?

I imagine he looks bored all the time

He has tentacles!

So frickin cool!

Wait a minute they come out of his stomach?

Why not his back?


He really blends in with the background 

I admire his chillness





He has pretty colors like Soundwave but he doesn’t blend in/disappear like the way Soundwave does

Pointy, is that safe for lab procedures?

*Ahem* you’re missing a servo

That giant cord that runs from your back to your gun hand, is that an inconvenience?

Like does it knock stuff over?

Man y'all are fucking graceful

Not knocking everything over

Or tearing it up


He has ONE fucking eye that does not appear to move around

Does he have depth perception?

Peripheral vision?

Does he look at everything like like you would a telescope?

He’s chill like Soundwave.


Yay another white bot!

(That sounded mildly racist but like the only others were Ratchet and Wheeljack, They-who-are-rarely-seen in my opinion)

His face is as long as Starscream’s but pretty like optimus

His eye shape is like Optimus’ but the filling is like Starscream’s

His crest looks like Optimus’ but the rest of his helm reminds me of Starscream’s

Is he Optimus and Starscream’s son???

He’s got doorwings like Bumblebee!

He’s so cheerful and in your face

I normally don’t like people like that but I like him

He’s the exception

Omg look at him he’s always trying to prove himself to Optimus

So cute

“Be stealthy Smokescreen”

*Finds and turns into a racecar*

(What was the racecar even doing on the road in Middle-of-nowhere-Jasper-Nevada?)

I like him

So this is the story about how this stupid goofy picture came about gracing the face of the internet.

Hours earlier…







This fake advertisement flyer was posted on every single wall on set. Kerry had already found about fifteen of them just in the parking lot.

“Where is the idiot?”

She found Katie wondering on set in a cosplay blue onesie with a tie dye tutu on top and bees slippers. Dark circles under her eyes, hair up in a messy bun with a rainbow colored bunny ear headband taming her curls, she looked every bit the cinnamon roll of sunshine that she is, eating a bowl of spinach cheddar hummus and saltine crackers.

“They’re all idiots here.” The brunette said munching on crackers. “You gotta be more specific.”

Kerry held up all fifteen flyers, showing the brunette the advertisement. “This particular idiot. The one that’s mine.” She replied.

“Oh, that one.” Katie smiled, barely withholding the laugh that was threatening to burst out of her.

“Oh God. What is he up to now?” Kerry asked.

“I don’t know.” Katie replied. “But last I saw him, he was somewhere around here charming everyone with churros.”

“Of course.” Kerry said.

He bribes everyone with treats. That’s how his hair stays looking flawless in every single episode. They love him here. Especially the hair and makeup crew.


Tony always knew the exact moment his wife walked in a room. If not by her unique, intoxicating that shot straight to his dick, then the rising hair on his skin and the immediate erratic beating of his heart was a close second.

He sat in his chair unmoved with his script in hand, going over his lines for the millionth time.

“You, Anthony Goldwyn!” He heard her shout.

He’d been spotted. A wide grin crossed his cheek and he turned around to see her strutting towards him in high heel boots with flyers in hand.

In a flash, she was standing in front of him, hands on her hips looking cute as ever!

“Yes?” He batted his lashes, blue eyes twinkling with humor. “What can I do for you Goldwyn?”

“What the fuck is this?” She asked, waving the flyers in front of him.

“It’s a paper.” He answered, matter-of-factly.

“No shit!” She exclaimed sarcastically. “The hell do you want?”

“I saved you churros.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows. “And I’ve been dared by none other than Josh Malina to challenge you to a game of twister.”

“You’re old. Why would you wanna challenge me to a game of twister?” She blurted.

Kerry swore he did the best wounded expression.

Hands on his chest, he feigned distress. “Words do hurt, you know? And karma just so happens to be one big, hairy bitch. 3 o'clock, in the break room, I am proving to you what these old bones are capable of.”

Shaking her head at him, Kerry leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips. “I swear to God, sometimes you’re twelve.”

Word traveled around set quickly. Plus he made new flyers.

3 o'clock



ONE GOES BY THE NAME OF KERRY GOLDWYN (Yeah. She’s my wife. Took my last name too.)

AND TONY GOLDWYN (That’s me. The husband.)




“My money’s on Tony.” Guillermo said.

He was wearing a ridiculous pair of nerdy glasses, 90s suspenders, buttoned down shirt with a red cape wrapped around his neck, mismatched shoes and socks with drills on them. Apparently, he and Katie also had a little bit of a competition going on too.

Who can be the tackiest? Tacky Tuesday on set was their thing. Whatever.

It was really hard to take him seriously dressed like that.

“How?!” Darby cried incredulously. “Clearly you haven’t seen how flexible Kerry is. It’s not even funny.”

“Yeah, I’m going with Kerry too.” Katie agreed. “It’s kinda hard to twist around when you’re basically an Amazon.”

“Never judge book a book by its cover.” Guillermo said around a piece of churro. “Fifty dollars says Tony takes it.”

Darby always the meticulous type smiled. “That is a bet I’m willing to take.” The redhead said.

“Okay. Shake on it.” Guillermo extended his hand in offering.

“And the on top of the fifty, if Kerry wins, you’re getting my coffee order for two weeks?” In agreement, Guillermo nodded and the redhead shook his hand.

Three o'clock sharp the word “cut” was yelled by the director, and everyone started filling to the break room. 

The smell of cheese and peperoni pizza welcomed them and they more than obliged in indulging themselves, toasting to Tony for his heart of gold as heaven meet their tongues.

Tony showed up much later with Josh in tow carrying a box that said “TWISTER” on it. He was Twister ready in black Nike shorts and a black t-shirt and sneakers. Everyone started clapping for him and he bowed kindly.

“I have fifty dollars on you Goldwyn. Don’t let me down.” Guillermo said.

Tony gave him a boyish grin. “Don’t worry. I’ll win.”

Through it all, Kerry sat on a stool at the snack bar enjoying a healthy jar of breakfast parfait even though it was way past noon. And when he finally came over to her, she couldn’t help but smile.

“Just so you know, I don’t plan on going easy on you.” He whispered in her ears.

Tilting her head back, she replied, “I don’t expect you to.” Then, “Kiss me.”

She looked too cute. Tony couldn’t do anything other than oblige. He covered her lips with his and rained soft pecks around the curve of her lips innocently and tentatively.

“You guys are nauseating.” Josh’s voice broke them out of their spell and Kerry groaned against his lips, making him smile.

“Go away, Josh.”

“Sorry. No can do. People are here to witness a very intense game of twister. Not to watch the two of you be disgusting.” Josh said. “Come on. Chop chop.”

Groaning, Kerry turned around on the stool to face a room filled with her co-workers.

They’d moved the chairs and tables to the side in order to create space in the middle of the room for the mat to fit. Some were sitting and eating, others were standing and eating but all ready the same.

“Alright, let’s get this over with.” Kerry said.

She hopped off the stool, pulled up the sleeves of her shirt and got rid off her boots.

“Alright kiddos,” Josh smiled, “Rules are pretty simple: There can never be more than a hand or foot in one circle. Do NOT remove your hand and/or foot from a circle unless I instruct you to do so. And whatever you do, do NOT FALL on your derrières. Capish?”

“What does the winner get?” Kerry asked.

Josh shrugged. “Bragging rights?“ He started to reply then shook his head. “I don’t know. I don’t care. You guys work it out.”

Stepping on the plastic mat, they both stood at both ends, facing each other.

“Ready… Set… Spin!”

“Right hand red.” Josh called.

In a squatting position like she’s supposed to be, Kerry easily found a red circle and placed her right hand on it.

“Your butt’s not supposed to be on the floor.” Kerry said. “That’s cheating.”

“I didn’t know!” Tony protested. “I swear I didn’t know.”

Despite having the rules just been read to him seconds ago. Lies.

Kerry looked up at Joshua to see if he would call it out but the dumber idiot simply shrugged.

“The man said he didn’t know.” Then he span the wheel again. “Your left foot on blue, please.”

With a smirk on both their faces, Kerry and Tony did what they were told with watchful eyes on them.

“Kindly put your left hand on a yellow circle, por favor.”

Looking around him, Tony raised his eyebrows. “So it begins.”

Everyone laughed.

“Right foot green.”

They both made a leap for the closest green circle but Tony beat her to it. Now Kerry had to lean over him in some weird position that wasn’t the least bit comfortable.

Her hair was falling all over her face and he chose then to wiggle his body, it almost made her fall.

“Asshole!” Kerry cried.

“Bite me Princess.”

Laughter boomed in the room. Everyone throwing their heads back, laughing at their expense.

“Right hand green… Right foot red… Left arm in the air.”

So now they were in some weird form of a plank. Paralleled to each other, with her unoccupied hand, Kerry leaned over and flicked Tony’s ear, hoping to thrown him off balance.

What did Tony do in return? He grabbed her boob with his free hand.

The entire break room exploded in a rumble of hilarity.

Shaking her head, Kerry rolled her eyes. “Pig.”

He had the audacity to wink at her. “I love it when you talk dirty to me.”

This time, Kerry shoved him and he lost his equilibrium, falling on his back.

“Game over!” Kerry shouted victoriously.

“What?! You just pushed me.” Tony cried.

“Tough shit. But you fell.”

“Because you pushed me.” Tony protested exasperatedly. “Call it ref!”

Everyone’s eyes were directed at Joshua, waiting for his verdict.

“I’m calling it foul play. The game continues.”

“Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony…!” They all started to chant.

Kerry rolled her eyes in irritation. Of course they’d chant for him. They’re all fucking traitors in her book.

“You suck, Josh!”

Shameless was his middle name. “Tell me something I don’t already know.” He said before spinning the wheel again.

Three rounds later…

She was on all four. Face down, ass up all on his face. It was the greatest view in the world and all Tony wanted to do was palm two handful of her round ass and really squeeze her cheeks.

“Ker,” He whined her name.


“How are you holding up, sweetheart?”

“Fine.” She replied.

“Okay. Good.”

What would a smart man in his position do? If all that delicious booty was just right there… Bam! And there’s no way to palm it without losing a fucking game of twister?

A smart man would use other assets. And Tony Goldwyn prided himself as a smart man. So head first, he dove in and sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of her round shaped ass.

“Hey!” Kerry yelped.

“You can’t move out of the circle.” Tony reminded her.

Oh she was pissed. Pissed off and probably beyond turned on and wet. Tony was loving every second.

“I’m gonna enjoy ripping you to shreds!” Kerry cried.

Tony didn’t doubt it. She’s competitive and committed so there’s no way she was risking losing a simple game of twister. But he knew she would get him back and he won’t ever see it coming.

He scoot forward with a mischievous smile and whispered to her in a hushed tone for her ears only, “The second I get you naked tonight, I’m putting you in that same position we are right now, except this time, I’ll be pounding you into oblivion. You’re gonna hate how much you love it.”

Mouth agape, Kerry’s arms nearly gave up underneath her. Her arms shook with cramps and she tactically pushed her fingers up in a claw, ultimately saving herself from defeat.

“You’re not playing fair.” She shook her head. “He’s not playing fair guys!”

But oh, they stopped playing fair a long time ago!

Everyone laughed. And they all wondered what The Admiral said to her that suddenly has Kerry turning all flustered in the face and crying unfairness.

“Left foot green!” Josh called.

The next available green was all the way at the end of the mat on the left corner. And Tony was not giving up yet. Not today.

Right hand still on the blue, he cartwheeled over her and she slid under him. Now they were more tangled than ever. He was looking down at her and she was looking up into his eyes in a backbend kick over position.

“Now that is what you call a nice view.” Someone said.

The room then erupted in loud, hysterical laughter followed by a few catcalls.

Kerry wasn’t mad. She’s sure if she wasn’t a participant in this fuckery, she’d be enjoying the view too. He’s got some nice buns - she can proudly admit to that.

“Enjoying yourself down there?” He asked.

“Very.” Kerry smiled. “Too much even.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” She managed to nod.

How the fuck?

Tony didn’t understand how his wife could be so relaxed. He was literally struggling to keep from losing his balance and yet, she looked fine, not even a tiny bit off balance.

“I’m thinking that I could actually take you all the way down my throat in this position and suck you dry.”

Blue eyes widened with shock and Tony nearly fell on Kerry’s face. The image she just painted for him was so vivid and deeply embedded in his brain. It took everything Tony had not to tip over.

Kerry smiled. She didn’t feel sorry for him one bit! He wasn’t playing fair, neither was she.

“Oops! It that it for you Tony?” Someone asked.

“Not by a long fucking shot! I’m wining this game.” He shouted with conviction.

The crowd went rowdy, chanting for him and giving him the strength he needed to continue to hold this stupid fucking position for the next fifteen seconds.

“You’d let me fuck that pretty mouth just like this? Swallow every single drop?” He mouthed.


He shook his head. Why did he agree to this fucking game again? His legs were cramping now.

“I need a definitive answer, baby. Yes or no.”

“Beat me in this game and we can further discuss how soon that can happen.” She replied.

Oh shit!

She wasn’t joking. Not one bit.

“Promise?” Tony asked with raised eyebrows.

Nodding again, Kerry smiled. “Yes.”

Next thing she hears; “Joshua, spin the fucking wheel! She just promised me the blowjob of my life! Spin motherfucker! Spin!”

That did it. The whole room was chaos. People were dying, screaming from the top of their lungs and holding their stomach in laughter. He’d done it. No amount of palates or yoga was gonna keep Kerry in that position after that comment

Her limbs gave up on her and she fell on the mat on her back. She can’t believe he’d said that. Hands over her face in utter embarrassment, she turned face down on the mat and buried her face on the plastic, weeping with laughter.

She’s never gonna live this down.

Spin motherfucker! Spin! This was gold. People have this on camera. How the fuck was she ever gonna get past this? She had to work with Josh after this. For seasons to come and she’s absolutely certain that he’s never gonna let her forget this moment.

She hates life.

She hates this stupid fucking game.

Never again.

And Tony’s an idiot.

She hates everything!

Hours later, when shooting was wrapped and she had the time to mope around about losing, Kerry got on twitter and noticed that her husband had mentioned her in a tweet in her notifications.

Attached to a picture that they took after her losing was the caption: Today was a fun affair on set. I beat @/kerrywashington at a game of twister. She has to say I’m amazing every time she speaks of me for an entire week!

Before she even realized it, she was replying back to him.

Oh, you mean the game you cheated your way through winning? #Boybye!

okay, hell, @screamingshark and i got talking abt what the most bara hq ship would be and uh,, im so in love with iwabo now

here is mal’s beautiful art bye

They’re a little odd, and maybe a tad untraditional.

Still, they’re perfect in ways Iwaizumi doesn’t bother explaining.

He’s grown incredibly fond of him- him – his lover, who wakes up at the asscrack of dawn, and constantly spills ketchup on his white pants, and always forgets to put his dishes in the dishwasher.

Still, Bokuto is incredibly precious, and Iwaizumi is willing to throw a punch or two, just for him.

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teabookbliss replied to your post “So in this Greek!Jason/Annabeth and Roman!Percy/Piper au (that I need…”

I really love this fic/series/rambles. Please, sir, can I have some more?

alright alright alright. Let’s get into more of the Percy/Jason dynamic. 

First off the two of them having to share a camp with neither knowing what’s going on and Percy having no memory… that’s what we call a disaster. Percy who can only remember his mom in the vaguest blurriest of details and something about Piper. Percy who tastes cookies every time he eats ambrosia and hates it, hates it because he doesn’t know why it’s cookies but it always makes him feel more at home. Percy who is faced with a son of Jupiter claiming he’s a son of Zeus who’s a leader in name but not in heart, who refuses to talk about things and only questions him about a girl named Annabeth.

Then you have Jason, who has lost that last person he had left. He’s going to assume Annabeth is in trouble or dying. And why not? Thalia died on him, Luke died on him, everyone he’s loved has died on him so why not the one person he has left? And he still has to lead a camp, still has to deal with Percy, still has to go on another quest. 

So the two of them have at it all the time. They’re punching bags to each other, an opponent they don’t worry about hurting because they’re not even sure they could. And they pry at one another, “why can’t you remember anything?” “why do you care so much?” “why are you so concerned about getting back?” “why do you care so much about Annabeth?” 

It’s that last one that makes Jason snap one day, and it’s less in what Percy says, because he’s said in different words before, but how he says it. An offhanded remark that means nothing to Percy who has no idea who Annabeth is to him. So Jason snaps, blows apart a tree and leaves half a dozen smoking marks on the ground and crackles with energy as he gets in Percy’s face. Tells the boy off about how Annabeth is family, his only family, and he doesn’t care what Percy thinks about them, all he cares about is getting his family back. 

That’s the first moment, the first time Percy sees Jason as a boy and not as a son of Jupiter. Things ease up after that between them, they don’t get better over night but they aren’t as tense. At least until Percy becomes angry at the progress Leo is making and he walks off towards the ocean to vent. Jason follows him and demands to know why Percy is so pissed, what makes him so special and why him needing to get back is more important than everyone’s safety. And it’s Percy’s turn to snap, and when he does the earth itself rumbles and the ocean surges and all he growls is that he misses his mom. 

Jason stops flat, forgets he’s facing the son of Poseidon and that he’s one of the most powerful demigods Jason has ever seen because gods if he doesn’t know that pain, if he doesn’t live with it every day like a piece of broken glass he swallowed long ago and lives with that open wound every day. So Jason stops pushing so hard, gives Percy some slack and tries to make him more comfortable at CHB because Annabeth is out there at his camp and he can only hope they’re doing the same. 

The quest makes it better, Leo makes things worse with his jokes and comments, but it helps them process what everyone is thinking, what they’re thinking. By the end of it, by the time they step onto the Argo II they have a rough camaraderie  that means giving each other shit and not letting else give them any. 

And when they land in New Rome and find their friends the girls have no idea what to make of it. 

“It’s a good thing she’s safe, fish boy, now I don’t have to hurt you.” 
“yeah Sparky? How were you gonna do that? Use your nine volt batter powers on me?” 
“Big talk from someone that splashes around with dolphins all day”
“You wanna go static shock?”
“Come at me Ariel” 

Annabeth stares at this green eyed boy that has won over her friend, even after everything that happened with Luke. This very strange, very cute, boy that has an energy that does’t seem to match with Jason’s but there they are, shit eating grins and fake pissing contests, but Annabeth can read people and all she reads is how they have each other’s backs. 

Piper on the other hand stares in awe because are they flirting? There seems to be a lot of flirting in their banter and gods, why does everyone else get a hot blond except for her? And she sees the genuine trust in Percy’s eyes and knows that’s a look he only gives his friends, people he’d go through hell for. 

And as they travel to Italy, as they defeat Gaea it only gets better for them. They share the weight of Leo’s loss. They make promises that the rivalry ends between their fathers with them, that the camps will live in peace, that the other is safe from any godly wrath as long as their breathing. 

After the war Percy and Piper take their significant others back to Sally and introduce them. Percy turning to Jason and saying “Mom this is Jason, he’s pretty much my brother sooo… I guess that makes him your new son.” Sally smiles as Jason blushes, uncomfortable at putting Sally out like this until she tells him “Well, at least I have a chance at a respectable son now” (Percy cringes in the background and Annabeth laughs) 

And that rivalry never really dies between them, they always try and one up, horse around, show off, goof off while their girlfriends are forced to watch but despite all the eye rolls both of them know the boys will never really fight. That what they have built between them is something permanent 

101 Ways to Seduce a Moose (#16)

Title: 101 Ways to Seduce a Moose

 Sub-Title: #16: Target Practice

 Prompt: From @superarrowbatflash: Sam is the shooting range in the bunker when Gabe pops in and he teaches Gabe how to shoot and the jokes are inappropriate but still fluffy

 Summary: Gabriel has been in hiding for five years, watching the Winchesters from the background, finally ready to come out of hiding after the darkness is dealt with.  In his time of hiding, he has come to the realization…he is in love with the youngest Winchester.  Sam isn’t exactly thrilled to have the trickster back, remembering all too well the Nutcracker incident, but don’t worry…Gabriel has a plan to make him change his mind.  And you know Gabriel, he isn’t one to back down from a challenge.

 Warnings: Language.  Innuendos. Puns.

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Everyone was happy to get back to the bunker after that last hunt.  Dean and Cas were quick to head off to their room, saying they wanted to just relax and take it easy…it was obvious that was code for something, which meant Sam needed to steer clear of that hallway for a while.  Gabriel mainly just wandered around, doing little things here and there, which wasn’t too much of an issue.  


Except when he started humming or softly signing…songs from his dance routine.  It wouldn’t normally be a problem, but when Sam heard it, his mind would go on loop until it got to one song in particular and the image of Gabriel shaking his little ass up on stage would pop into his mind.  Sam tried to shake it lose…but it wasn’t happening.  He could feel himself getting attached to Gabriel…they had only had one date, he knew he should cool off.

So he did the typical hunter thing, and trained.  He found himself in the shooting range, squaring off to the little target and firing off a few rounds.  Thanks to the ear gear, he didn’t hear the little flap of wings signaling Gabriel’s landing.  The angel just watched in silence while Sam shot a barrage of bullets through the paper target.  

Sam eventually took the headphones off and moved to grab some more ammo when Gabriel spoke up. “You’re going to shoot at it more?  You hit it every time…”  

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Catch Me If You Can

Based off of this post. (serial killer!cas, serial killer!dean)

The first time Dean had heard of him, he’d been impressed. Triple homicide right under the sheriff’s nose? Very obviously leaving just too little evidence for a conviction?

The guy was good.

And yeah, Dean had been impressed… and maybe even a little turned on when the new kid on the block smiled all sugary sweet for the cameras, playing innocent with his brows knitting and baby blues watering appropriately, big trenchcoat hanging off his frame. He looked like a normal guy. Maybe a tax accountant. But Dean knew the look in the kid’s eyes; that hungry, dead, and slightly crazed glint he knew to watch for.

His name was Castiel Novak.

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anonymous asked:

If you're still doing prompt, davekat maybe? In any quad you can envision, but I really like your writing in general and am trying to introduce my friend a bit but they're stuck on the redknight duo

gloomy-optimist just recently drew a cute davekat comic based on some pale davekat chats we’ve been having, so I’mma pick up that ball and run with it

I’ll be taking prompts until the end of next week

Your pile is a sorry piece of shit.  Of all the piles of personally significant inanimate objects crammed into a mound for romantic platonic non-sexual lovemaking, your pile is probably the worst ever.  Paradox space has never seen a pile as pitiful as yours, and you can almost feel the horrorterrors laughing.  What a fucking joke.

You look down at the book and up at your pile.  The picture you’re working from isn’t much different than your own handiwork.  You can’t figure out what’s off.  Is it the smuppets?  Should you have chosen something a little less phallic, maybe?  But you like the irony of cuddling up pale-style on the soft, obscene plushies, especially since Karkat is none the wiser.  But…you have to admit, maybe it does ruin the mood.  Maybe you should eschew irony for this.  But then, what the hell else are you supposed to build a pile out of?  Dead things floating in jars?  You can just imagine how uncomfortable that would be, with all the hard glass and loud clinking.  And if one of the jars break, the mood would be as dead as the sopping specimen you’d both be rolling in.  You wouldn’t even have to take the mood’s pulse to verify its death.  It’d be a horrible, messy scene, the kind that makes even hardened cops in crime dramas look away and grimace.  No recovering from that.

You huff a sigh through your nose and drop the book unceremoniously to the ground.  Hovering around and staring like an idiot isn’t going to help you solve this problem.  You have to dive in and live the experience.  Feel the pile.  Be the pile.  You trudge over and drop to your knees on the bed of plush rumps, rolling artlessly onto your back.  You are engulfed in the forgiving embrace of a hundred foam asses, all yielding to your weight like a patchwork of memory foam pillows with impudent rear ends.  For a moment, you relax and get a feeling for your bro love nest.  Just lay and wait.  You still can’t quite figure out what’s wrong, but damn are you comfortable.  You may have to take a break on the pale science, because you don’t think you’ll be able to claw your way out of the bowels of your smuppet cave.  You may have to just stay here forever.  Or for a short nap.

An all-too-familiar voice cuts through the incoming nap haze in your brain.  “What the fuck are you doing?”  You freeze, very much alert again.  Shit.  Your pile’s not ready.  And with you in it like this, being all relaxed and chill…this must be some pornographic fantasy material right here.  Like a crush walking in on their dreamboat beating his meat.  Right?  This must be the pale equivalent of Karkat strutting in on your special me-time.  With that thought in mind, you stretch out and adopt a more inviting pose.

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Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Casual Encounters
“You have never once been careful in your entire life.” Bucky huffs out a laugh. He looks away. “Maybe I’m offended you didn’t think to ask me.” He says it like a joke, but he can’t bring himself to laugh again.
“Bucky,” Steve says, scandalized. “You’re my friend. I’m not gonna use you to experiment sexually.”

Breadth Requirements
Steve’s never met his Psych TA in person, but he’s a little obsessed with their snarky, flirty email conversations.
Steve’s never made any headway with the hot guy who sits in front of him in Psych, but he’s a little obsessed with his mouth.

The Supersoldier’s Amnesiac Groom
Steve Rogers has always known that the supersoldier serum was a gift, and he’s never been afraid to do what’s right.
When Uncle Sam asks him to unite the two sides of the Cold War by taking part in a symbolic union with a fabled Russian assassin, Captain America doesn’t hesitate to do his duty.
Little does he know how thoroughly his world is going to be turned upside down…

Accidentally on Purpose
Bucky turns toward him, sliding his hand onto Steve’s hip as he mutters a lazy “G’night” and presses a soft kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth. It takes him by surprise, and he barely has time to register Bucky’s half-closed eyes and the warmth of whiskey-ripe breath on his lips, before it’s over.
After Bucky drunkenly kisses Steve by accident, it just seems to keep on happening, until it’s not so much by accident anymore.

Good Boy
Bucky is still adjusting to life with the Avengers, and Steve is willing to do whatever it takes to make him feel comfortable. Increasingly, though, what seems to make him comfortable is strangely intimate.
Surprise, Steve! You’re a gentle dom and Bucky wants to be your pretty pet!

The Way You Came Around
After a while, Bucky says, “You know, this song sounds like it was written for you.”
“That’s funny,” Steve remarks. “I chose it because it reminded me of you.”
Steve gives Bucky an iPod full of his favourite songs from the 21st century to help him deal with his nightmares. Bucky has a new mission- to find out who Steve is in love with, because there are a few too many unrequited love songs on that iPod.

A Piece of Silly Affection
Steve looked good, He looked hale and hearty and uninjured in his leather jacket, too-tight shirt, and jeans. He got off the motorcycle and his movements were graceful and fluid - no obvious signs of injury. He took off his helmet and –
Steve had a beard.
Bucky’s mechanical hand spasmed oddly.

It’s Easier, It’s Kinder
Bucky has a list of assassinations to complete, and it’s not his problem if Tony Stark is on the top of that list.

The Pugilists
There’s only one way Steve wants it when he gets like this, and nice ain’t the word for it, that’s for damn sure.

Highway to Hell
“Cap, you have got to do something about your boyfriend’s reactions to other people. He’s all cute and cuddly with you, but the rest of the team are starting to look like abused sex workers. It’s bad for the public image.”
Steve looks up to see Tony stroll into the kitchen, gingerly massaging the dark ring of purple fingerprints around his neck. He grabs a cup of coffee from Thor, who is supporting a bruise on his jaw, and leans back to regard Steve with a critical expression.
(In which Steve struggles with very unpatriotic thoughts, Bucky is a Power Bottom and they are dirty deprived ninety-year-olds.)

Not Another Supersoldier Fantasy
Bucky finds a popular sex toy modeled on Captain America’s own anatomy. Well, isn’t this just perfect? Because even after all this time, he still hasn’t seen Steve’s supersoldier cock. But apparently in this day and age anyone with $29.95 can get a decent replica. The unfairness of this is of galactic proportions.

Pure as the driven slush
He should have worked it out sooner. But then, Steve always was a sneaky little bastard—had to have been, just to survive this long.

A Certain Romance
“Did you just eat that cupcake?” “Yeah.”
“Did you not notice the big fuckin’ ring on the top of it?”
“Uh… no.”
“For fuck’s sake Steve.”.

spit the dark
“I didn’t save you, Steve,” Bucky grinds out, self-directed fury clipping his words sharply. “I fucking turned you.”

Your Kind of Idiot
In which Bucky doesn’t fall from the train, Steve has company when he wakes up in the twenty-first century, and neither of them knows how to talk about their feelings unless they’re about to die.

Things that haven’t changed
“Back in your day, men were real men, huh, Cap?” Steve and Sam are at a store on the outskirts of Philadelphia stocking up on food in between leads on the Winter Soldier.
“Huh?” Steve grunts at the man behind the counter, wishing the guy could just give him his damn chips and let him go.
“None of this homo-transsexual crap,” The man gestures at a group of androgynous teenagers near the entrance to the store.
“Uh,” He stammers, looking to Sam for guidance. “Sure.”
He pays for their things and they leave, but by the time they’re nearing the car, Steve feels like shit.

anonymous asked:

Happy Easter I hope you have a nice day. I'm a little insecure about my body.. Can you write a drabble about Candy being chubby and insecure about her body and the boys make her feel better?

Honey, as long as you’re healthy and treat your body with respect, you have no reason to be insecure. You are amazing. Your body is yours, and it is amazing too.  <3


Now on with your request. I hope you like it :)


Candy stared at herself in the school bathroom’s mirror. The teenage girl genuinely thought she had a pretty face. Her lips were thin and pink, her eyes were a nice shade of dark green, her nose was cute and graceful…

But that didn’t matter.

“I hate to break it to you, but no guy wants to date a hippopotamus” Amber had said. Candy knew words could hurt, but those ones in particular felt like she had been shot in the chest.

However, Candy couldn’t deny what Amber had said. Guys her age were very focused on a girl’s appearance, and most of them weren’t interested in, well, chubby girls.

Candy walked out of the bathroom, holding back her tears.

I wish I looked like Amber. She thought. Even if she’s a colossal bitch, she’d still get a guy with that physique.

Guys didn’t care about Candy. Guys cared about beautiful girls.

“Candy?” A voice erupted from behind her. “Are you alright?”

The girl jumped out of surprise and instantly covered a part of her face when she saw Nathaniel staring at her. She didn’t want him to see her like this.

She faked a smile. “Hey Nathaniel, yeah I’m fine.”

He frowned. “No you’re not. You’re crying.”

Candy had not realized that tears were falling on her cheek. She cursed herself for not being able to contain them.

“It’s nothing.” She said. “I just…”

The knot in her throat was getting bigger and bigger. It was getting difficult for her to speak properly. Tears began to fall fast. By reflex, she put her arms around her stomach (her stupid, fat stomach) and clenched it tightly. She hated her stomach, she didn’t want Nathaniel to see any ugly part of her.

Then, as if he had read her mind, Nathaniel took away her arms from her stomach and held her hands in his. Looking straight into her eyes, he spoke words that Candy had wanted to hear all of her life.

“You are beautiful.”

She paused for a second, looking at him in disbelief.

“B-But,” She stuttered between sobs. “I’m not skinny at all.”

He chuckled and wiped her tears with his thumb. “Extra pounds don’t really matter when it comes to beauty.”

Her heart was beating wildly. He thinks I’m beautiful. The thought echoed inside her head.

“Would you…” She started. “Would you, then, perhaps, be interested in going out with me?”

Nathaniel’s lips curved into a big smile. “Anytime, anywhere.”

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101 Ways to Seduce a Moose (#10)

Title: 101 Ways to Seduce a Moose

 Sub-Title: #10: Moose’s Best Friend

 Prompt given by: Animala Swan:  Someone gets turned into a dog.

Summary: Gabriel has been in hiding for five years, watching the Winchesters from the background, finally ready to come out of hiding after the darkness is dealt with.  In his time of hiding, he has come to the realization…he is in love with the youngest Winchester.  Sam isn’t exactly thrilled to have the trickster back, remembering all too well the Nutcracker incident, but don’t worry…Gabriel has a plan to make him change his mind.  And you know Gabriel, he isn’t one to back down from a challenge.

 Warnings: Language.

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Originally posted by scampthecorgi

Sam hated witches. It seemed like every time they hunted one, something went wrong…or they got covered in some type of goo.  He didn’t know what was worse.  At least, he didn’t think he knew…until they finished with this particular witch and realized someone was missing from their hunting party.

“Where’s Gabriel?” Sam asked as he looked around. Dean and Cas quickly turned their heads and started calling out for him.  

Sam thought he heard something, so he held up his hand and silenced them both. “Listen…”  He whispered.  

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drunkenssoldier  asked:

CS + drowning my sorrows at this bar, stop making me laugh!

A/N: I got a couple of requests for this one, so this is for all of you snickerdoodle cupcakes (which I totally make btw, and they’re totally bomb, thank you ;D)


God. She fucking hates this holiday, it’s just one more reminder of how under accomplished she is in her life. Most people her age have a slew of achievements they just keep racking up year to year, looking back on and appreciating, and eagerly awaiting what the new year will bring, but no, not Emma Swan, she’s still a big nobody going nowhere fast — single, alone, no family, hardly any friends, really, the only thing she’s got going for her is her job, and even that’s become rather mundane and unfulfilling.

She sighs, chin in hand, stirring absentmindedly at her martini with the olives on the end of her toothpick, sulking — because it’s New Year’s and she hates this holiday and she has nothing to look forward to next year and damn it, she’s gonna sulk if she wants to, wah-wah — when she’s suddenly bumped from her shoulder. Her temper flares as her glass is jostled and some of her drink spills over the rim and onto the counter of the bar. 

Of fucking course

Has she mentioned she hates this holiday? Hates the outrageous drunks and the stupid crowds and the bullshit rowdy behavior. Pfft. Besides, who wants to be kissed at midnight anyway? She wants to be in bed by midnight, curled up under the covers, with a belly full of ice cream and alcohol. The only reason she’s even out at a bar is because she comes here every year to mope and get drunk and it’s her Goddamn tradition, thank you very much. 

Her eyes flash over to Drunk and Disorderly, a sharp reprimand poised on her tongue — which she immediately swallows the minute her eyes meet his. They’re blue, probably the bluest eyes she’s ever seen in her life and holy shit — wow

He’s hot. It’s a completely shallow thought, but her eyes take quick stock of his face and oh my God, he is hot — scruffy and dark-haired with a jawline a sculptor would die over. And he’s definitely not drunk — at least not yet, anyway — and not disorderly. He smiles apologetically, all dimpled and dashing (Jesus, dashing? She must be the one drunk already), and her stomach does one appreciative little flip — just a small one, honestly.

“Apologies, love,” he tells her. “It’s a bit crowded tonight.”

And of course. Of fucking course he would have an accent, and an English one at that (it’s so clear in the way his tongue rolls around the word ‘love’ — she almost rolls her eyes about it, almost). 

She doesn’t trust her voice so instead of answering, she just swivels back around to her drink and doesn’t give him a second more of her attention. (Pretty face like that? There’s no way he’s not a sleaze, and don’t even get her started on the power that comes with that accent — insert eye roll here.)

He orders a Guinness, and it’s not that she’s paying him any mind, it’s that stupid voice — rich and smooth and easy on the ears — and she just can’t help but listen to him make smalltalk with the bartender. 

He’s just moved over from England. (No shit, Sherlock.)

It’s his first holiday season in the States. (Yawn.)

He works Downtown but doesn’t say doing what. (Double yawn.)

He’s partial to brunettes, though he doesn’t mind blondes with green eyes. (She chokes on her martini.)

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anonymous asked:

Hey, i'm kind of new to the fandom (I started watching the show a week before xmas) and i've been reading LOTS of the original concept (From your tumblr) But i feel like i'm never going to catch up with everything. So, i seriously want to know: Why do you like the 2d over the CGI? (I know the CGI is not perfect, actually i don't recommend it to anyone who doesn't like shipping or Gary Stues like Adrien). Sorry if my english is not perfect.

the big reason i like the 2D more than the CGI (which is NOT saying i don’t like the CGI, since so many people seem to think it’s impossible to like both so if i express fondness for one it must mean i hate the other) is because that was what drew me into the show in the first place. if it wasn’t already clear, i’m an oooold fan; i’ve been stuck in ladybug hell for much longer than the CGI show has existed. 

it has a completely different feel to it which i just adore; the sense of dark, rickety parisian rooftops charged with an ethereal kind of earth magic. paris is a city i love full stop, and the 2D PV captured the feel of it at night in a way i’ve only seen projects like the aristocats and anastasia. it’s imperfect, it’s shadowy and mysterious and magical, and the music in the PV just enhances that whole aesthetic and really makes you shiver.

the butterfly looked like an incredible villain, too; the sort who’s ultimately scary because they don’t try to hide who they are. there’s something so unnerving about those huge stained glass windows casting iridescent rainbows everywhere and a perfectly-kept, elderly(?) gentleman in a pristine white suit who is always perfectly calm - he’s the image of purity and grace and control, but the end of the world is in his hands and that’s terrifying. he reminds me to a point of madame suliman from howl’s moving castle, or president snow from the hunger games; a model of high society but absolutely cut-throat ruthless when it comes to people in his way. he was serious - and as much as i still appreciate papillon in the new show as a children’s villain, when all he does is stand around wearing a silly costume and making threats in a dark room, constantly losing control over every akuma he creates and repeating the same mistakes every single time, he’s pathetically ridiculous in comparison to the threat the original butterfly posed.

his villains seemed to be recurring, too (i’m not entirely sure, but from the PV it looks like the mime and pigeon guy are fought on multiple occasions); so the threat of the akuma seemed to be much more serious and long-lasting than the usual “fight ‘em, break their shit and go home” setup of the show now; where every monster only lasts for about half an episode and is always defeated without fail - without any real sense of tension or serious threat because the fights are so formulaic. it looked like the butterfly was amassing an army instead of just sending one failed akuma after another at the kids - once he created a new soldier, it was there to stay; and each new creation was one more step up against ladybug and chat noir.

speaking of chat noir, i also loved the idea of felix being cursed - it was such a new idea for a magical superhero that it had me hooked right away! the whole setup was so interesting even if there was hardly any of it explored in the PV and most of the information comes from production hearsay, and i really wish we’d heard more about it - it was an amazing opportunity for a heavily complex “superhero” to be explored in depth, and for a deuteragonist to have a seriously engaging arc of development possibly spanning the entire show. 

it reminds me heavily of what ben 10 did with kevin levin - he started out as a bratty homeless kid trying to lead the hero into trouble for his own selfish reasons, then became a full-blown antagonist trying to murder ben at every turn, then got dragged into ben and gwen’s friendship group as the Awkward Reformed Villain, then (if i remember right) had a huge identity crisis and a ton of problems with his powers which had to be solved with his friends being there for him. i fucking adore kevin levin - he’s by no means a hero, but he’s got a heart of gold under all his awkward villainy and i really think felix had the potential for an arc that huge. 

i don’t think adrien is a bad character by any means, but in comparison his arc and end outcome is very predictable and based more on events and reveals than character development. adrien is pretty much a finished character already, and that works perfectly for the kind of show he’s in, but i was so drawn in by the idea of a character as complex and unpredictable as felix! i do love adrien to pieces and i always will, that should be obvious from all the times i’ve blogged about him, but i can’t lie and say i wasn’t disappointed when i found out even the curse had gone from his storyline. it does make sense with the new direction of the show and i understand that it wouldn’t fit any more, which is why i’ll stick to saying i miss the 2D universe rather than implying they should have incorporated those elements into the CGI universe.

there’s a lot more stuff i loved about the 2D PV, but i should probably cut it off here since this post has already gotten ridiculously long! basically, i prefer it to the CGI show because the 2D was the idea i was drawn in by in the first place - the CGI is very cute and a great show in itself (and clearly i’m enjoying it a huge amount; please don’t get me wrong on that), but that wasn’t the show i signed up for. 

it’s like tuning in to watch Justice League but finding DC Super Friends airing in its slot instead, you know? both are great shows with similar concepts; and while there’s no reason to dislike the one you ended up watching you do still have that lingering desire for the one you came looking for in the first place.

Haven't Had Enough

The next song on the album challenge thang is Haven’t Had Enough. It’s been one of my favorite songs for years and I have done awful terrible things to it by writing this drabble. I don’t think it’s even applicable here. I should not have spent so long focusing on B*S’ ridiculousness. 

Help me. This is my stupid B*S/Maka Actual Siblings AU. 

Also lord help Soul. He needs the help. 


The Break Up of Senior Year was ridiculous.

If there’s one thing a big brother never wants to walk into, it’s their little sister wailing and sobbing into the fur of the family dog.

And that was exactly what Black Star was treated to one Saturday morning. He was mildly hungover and his pants might’ve been on backwards as he stumbled down the hall and towards the kitchen. He only made it a quarter of the way there before he was distracted by the sound of sniffling. Feminine sniffling – he could excuse it if it was coming from his father’s room, but the pathetic mewling was coming from Maka’s, and big brother instincts kicked into overdrive.

Knocking was for people who waited, and if she was hurt, he didn’t want to waste time on trivialities like manners. He kicked the door in, stomped over and openly gawked at the sight of Maka bawling into their pet corgi’s back. The dog’s tail whumped quietly against her blankets, head curled in, nuzzling his nose against her dutifully.

He fidgeted; was it about her mother again? Because if it was about her mother again, he’d go make her another drink. His headache was only minor, and crying Makas tended to freak him the fuck out. She was too annoying and kickass to cry openly. She looked like a girl when she cried, and not like his sister, the one who nagged him to do his homework and whacked him over the head with her textbooks when he tugged on her pigtails and asked her to text Patty for him.

“Uh,” he bumbled.

She glanced up at him and her lip quivered.  He squawked.

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Option One- Part 3

Ok, so this part is super close to my heart. And honestly I’m super nervous to post it. Mostly because this whole part came out of a talk I had with my therapist about my own body image issues. I morphed it in to this story in the hopes that maybe it will help someone else? And just a reminder, this isn’t the end of the story. I’m not saying Rae is fixed presto chango. It’s just a positive part of her life–or my version of her life. So anyway… I hope you like it! 

Also, I’m a little worried that it might sound a bit like something fanningon has written in her Series 3 or Series 4 fanfic but I’m not positive so if it is, I’m sure she did a better job of writing this stuff, and if not, you should still read her stuff because it’s awesome. Anyway… here’s part 3. I can’t decide if there will be one part left or two, but look forward to seeing the next part either tomorrow or Saturday. 

Part 3:

Rae wiped at the tears in her eyes, aching to be at home, in her bed, where no one could see her. She let out a ragged breath, feeling the pain of shame seeping from her every pore.

Rae’s body felt so wrong and achy from the confrontation. She cursed her thighs as they rubbed against each other with every step and her hips when they bumped into a bench in her haste to get home. She felt like a monster stomping around, too big and too horrendous for her world.

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