have part of my face

is this the first time isak has called even his boyfriend? or did he use that when he responded to the flurry of texts from the gc after his insta post, just fire off a quick “yah we’re boyfriends, i’m happy, he’s still here, leave me alone until monday”? did he and even talk about it? which of them asked the “so does this mean we’re boyfriends now” question? which of them caught his breath and said, “do you want to be?” which of them smiled and laughed, a lot exhilarated, a little shy, and said, “yeah. i’d like that”? how many times since have they called each other “boyfriend” or “man in my life” just casually, playfully, just bc they can?

About ships

Boy and Girl: *blush at each other*

People: it’s canon.

Two boys: *blush at each other, hug, think about each other all day, hold hands, stare at each other lovingly, dream about each other, share lots of intimate affectionate moments*

People: look at those bros! Such strong friendship!

People: *brush hands with friends of the same gender* no homo!

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I was tagged by @pureren thank u so much! (‘∀’●)♡

Rules: post your home & lock screens, last song you listened to, and a selfie.

Can you tell I like to keep a theme with my wallpapers? and also…. the langst

I have had these wallpapers for about a week now cuz I tend to get bored pretty easily of them. And also ahhh I just took that selfie yesterday cuz I was going out with some friends and I thought I looked cute ♡

I’m tagging: @spaceprincelance, @garrettshunk, @cheritsundere, @k3ithkogane, @spacemcclain, @cryptidkeiths@cryptidcriss  also anyone who wants to do this tag!

As always, if you don’t want to do the tag, feel free to ignore it.

anonymous asked:

Do you think that before Flynn stole the mothership he tracked Lucy down at all? I'm sure he would have been curious about the mysterious professor who wrote his journal-from-the-future. So I can picture him finding her at her university and attending one of her lectures or something. What are your thoughts?

Oh, my god, Anon. My thoughts are I have had these EXACT THOUGHTS!

He DEFINITELY looked her up before the series starts! No doubt. None. Erase all doubt from your mind. We don’t know the degree of it. Maybe Flynn searched online for information about her. Maybe he read one of her books (a history book– not the sad, handwritten one). Maybe, yes, he even sat in the back of at least one lecture. We don’t know how far he went researching her (he’s an intelligence gathering special agent and this could actually be quite in depth– he has her tax returns), but we do know that Flynn looked Lucy up in the present day before setting his plan in motion.

And it all sounds like an interesting little possibility and fan theory, one more connection Flynn and Lucy have before even meeting face to face, but the logical part of our brain is still like, “Proof?”

How about the fact that, in the Pilot, he knew what she looked like? Yeah. Once you realize Flynn picked her out of a frantic crowd at night in front of an explosion, it hits you: “How did he know her face?” Lucy can write her entire life story in that journal. Flynn can know her mind as well as she knows herself. But unless Lucy included a photograph, he would not know her to see her. He’d pass her on the street. Conclusion: either through research or because he staked her out (attended one of her classes), Flynn was familiar with what Lucy looked like prior to meeting her in 1937.

Now, you can argue the above. You could say that one brief, mid-episode snippet is the real first time Flynn sees her. The part when he’s watching the three be arrested after he called in that tip on them.

BUT! he is very, very far away. And he’s not even the one looking through the binoculars when it happens. 

He certainly can’t make out her face. And would he really approach her later with his biggest identifier being that she had on a brown coat? Why would he WANT to leave it up to chance? Why would he risk not knowing what Lucy looks like before going into the past where he knows he’s going to run into her? I really don’t think he would.

Also (just mentioning) Flynn’s guy that Wyatt kills in the hangar knew who Lucy was, and I’m not sure what to make of it. Flynn did brief his men about her though. We know that. Because after realizing who she was (whether because Flynn passed around a picture of her or because he said she’d be the woman following them), the man said, “Flynn wants to talk to you.” So Flynn made certain his men knew who Lucy was and that, if found, she should be brought to him, presumably unharmed.

I really think it makes sense that Flynn looked her up beforehand. It makes more sense than him not doing it. Checking up on Lucy just fits Flynn’s character. Not only for curiosity’s sake, but because Flynn won’t be caught unaware again. After Rittenhouse and his family, Flynn researches, he double-checks. The man has become obsessively prepared. It’s like a compulsion he now has. He needs that sense of control so much he doesn’t even delegate unless he has to. He trusts no one. He does everything himself. He’s paranoid something will go wrong. So many episodes, he has to check the journal before allowing himself to act. Even in 1.12, he pulled it out and studied the drawing before approaching Emma’s cabin. He looks before he leaps, and you can’t tell me that doesn’t include investigating Lucy before thrusting them into the situation where they meet. He would want to know her first, familiarize himself a little better.

So yes, he looked her up before stealing the Mothership. Fight me.

Well, what do we have here?

Slowly, but surely…..

He was both beautiful and lethal, in the same way that natural disasters are.

Watchdog AU , waiting for an update, but not forgotten.

SUBWAY SLEEPER, pt. 11

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Stiles makes it home.  Mostly.  He has his hand on the knob but then kind of just sinks down to his knees and starfishes face-down over the threshold, half in his apartment and half in the hall.  This feels like as good a place as any to live out the rest of his life, gets a nice draft and everything.

That’s how Scott and Lydia find him when Scott gets home twenty minutes later.

Scott crouches down next to his head and squawks out an alarmed: “Stiles, Jesus, what happened?”

Stiles turns his head so his cheek is pressed flat to the floorboard and he can see Scott’s concerned puppy expression under his fringe.  “I met him.”  It sounds like a death sentence the way he’s said it, all croaky and broken.  In a way, it kind of is so fair play to Stiles.  “I—We talked.  He asked me to come back tomorrow.”  He props himself up with his hands on the floor, halfway to standing but not that invested in it yet.

Scott frowns at him.  “Why do you look like the world just ended then?”  Stiles flops back down unhappily and Scott points a finger in his face.  Literally in his face, cheek depressed under Scott’s fingertip.  He pokes a few more times, says, “Because that all sounds like really good news.”

Stiles shifts his cheek away from Scott, which puts him squashed-nose-down against their floor again.  He blinks into the darkness from his own shadow.  “I’m in love with him,” he mumbles to himself, groans.  “This is so stupid, I know, Lydia, shut up” he points at where she was standing against the doorframe before he returned to his friend the floor and stabs at her with his finger, “—preemptively shut up—but he actually is it.  He’s my person.”  Stiles rolls over like a depressed seal, sits up and digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, making starbursts and orange blobs bloom behind the lids.  “I’m… finished.  I just knew it.  He was sitting there, being all—” Stiles lowers his hands, blinks plaintively up at Scott and Lydia, “you know, with the face and the surliness and I thought, I thought, yeah, this face, this surliness, that’s my new forever.”  He drops back down, floor and spine smushed together again.  “Only it isn’t and I am massively, irreparably fucked because he has a girlfriend.  And even if he wasn’t unobtainable, he’s still unobtainable.  In an ‘I have to invent new words because there aren’t ones that so much as touch him’ kind of way.”

Lydia taps the toe of her high heel into his chest and tells him thoughtfully, “You’re depressing, you know that?”  She carefully sips from the same latte cup she had earlier, purses her lips.  “Also, did you say tomorrow?  Your computer science midterm is tomorrow.”

Stiles pops upright, eyes wide. Nooooo.  That can’t—it isn’t—goddamn it!   “Oh shit.  Shit.  Fuck.  Shit.  I can’t meet him tomorrow.”  His midterm’s not until late evening but he hasn’t even started the studying process yet.  Which consists of downing a bunch of his Adderall pills, holing up in the library, jamming all related information that’ll stick into the folds of his brain where it’ll later leak out to be replaced by song lyrics and Friends quotes, sobbing - bitterly, going to the corner gas station for 5am Red Bulls, an hour or so of unscheduled and repeated cat naps while he slaps himself in the face to try to spark consciousness, drooling, desperate crying, panicked reading and, finally, acceptance that he will not pass.  Until he miraculously does (about an 87% success rate on that).

There was no room for Derek in that.  Derek eclipses everything, even the Friends quotes.  Stiles can’t see him and retain anything to do with computers on the same day.

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Taking In Strays - Chapter 2 - Steve Rogers Fanfic

A/N: Again i dedicate this chapter to my friend that went through this situation in real life. She has been 100% supportive of this story, helping me to write the difficult parts. At some points i have had tears running down my face as she described a past none of us were aware of. 
Summary: Emily Embers is at rock bottom, doing what she can to care for her son after the death of her husband. A fall on an icy street finds her in the arms of Steve Rogers, who offers her some assistance that she gratefully accepts, but little does Steve know just how deep he will have to get himself into someone elses world in order to save them. 

 
Triggers/Warnings: Graphic description of forced self harm
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Taking In Strays – Chapter 2

Emily stood in the centre of the living area and gazed in wonder at the pile of bags and boxes in front of her. Somehow she had slept through all of her belongs being delivered to Steve’s apartment, though looking at the pile it wasn’t as if there was that much.

“Mornin’…”

The sound of Steve’s voice made her head spring up, smiling as she saw him in the kitchen at the coffee maker;

“Hey”

“Coffee? There’s a fresh pot just finished brewing”

Her stomach rumbled, it had been weeks since she’d had a ‘real’ coffee. A real fresh coffee;

“Yes, please”

Moments later he was passing her a steaming mug, one that smelt a thousand times better than the instant she’d made him not twelve hours earlier. Sipping the dark liquid she closed her eyes and let out a contented sigh; whatever was going to happen with her and Mickey’s life, right now she was in heaven. Again her stomach rumbled and Steve’s quiet laugh made her eyes spring open.

“There are fresh pastries on the counter behind you”

She turned and looked to see where he was pointing; surprised to see a basket almost overflowing with baked treats;

“When did you have time to get these?” she asked, taking a plate from the neat stack next to the basket and helping herself to a croissant.

“The extraction crew dropped your stuff off just after six. I went for a run once they were done then stopped off at the bakery on the corner of Miller and 71st

Emily did the mental calculation, stopping mid bite as she glanced at the clock;

“Its 6.45am”

Steve looked up and smiled;

“Yeah?”

“You ran around ten miles, stopped off and got baked goods, and then made it back all in the space of less than forty five minutes?”

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