he had a way out

headcanon #2… kind of?

but let’s be real: Hugo most likely won’t have conventional relationships. He may have grown up in a conventional family, but he’s smart, clever, intelligent. He can look at things from different points of view, he thinks a lot about the implications of everything and he’s the ‘what if?’ man. Yes, he doesn’t see things as black and white, and that has his pro and cons, but it’s something he learned growing up in his family. Hugo could never be in a relationship that doesn’t stimulate all of that, thus why impossible ships are his thing.

westasiaandcompany asked:

( bc obviously we don't have enough threads) "I already know... Just don't take too much ok?" Gold smiled at the other.

(You say that like it’s a bad thing XD)

“Fluffy, what are you…” 

Yuya’s words were caught in his throat when he heard the sound of Gold’s heart pumping blood through out his body and he quickly covered his ears, trying his best to block out the sound. Now he just had to figure out a way to block out the smell. Curse super human senses. 

“Aside some small setbacks … It’s finished.” 

A scroll sitting on his desk, the puppet master found himself done with a project that he felt took way too long to finish.  Materials, time, paint, and fine details were needed for this specific piece.  Now that he was done, he could reveal the finished piece to the two he made it for.  All he had to hope for that this was not for waste.  If anything else, he’d find a way to make it work.  He was uncapped; he was at his full potential. 

“I’m the greatest for a reason…” he muttered as he grabbed the scroll and made his way out of his room.  All he had to do was find Wendy who was either roaming the inn or out and about.  Did she even have a cellphone, yet?  … Where was his?  Alright, he needed to get his act together before he tried anything else.  First step was to clean his room of the debris, then to reorganize his tools, and finally to get his own house to do this sort of work in. 

Into the front of the Inn, Sasori glanced around before spotting something brown on the floor.  Hair?  … Was an animal loose in the inn?  Great … a kitten he had to deal with and now a wild animal.  He’d have to look into that later, too.

“Oiy… Wendy, are you here?” he called out. 

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Taking advantage of the steam, he dashed out without the knowledge of any of the bathing girls. He now had to make a move to the auditorium theater, maybe grab a costume to clothe himself so he could go to the showers for guys on the other end of the block without anyone catching his nakedness.

“Alright places everyone, today’s a full outfit rehearsal for the play and the lighting crew had better be done with their maintenance!” Cries a teacher.

Clearly today was a day of no end to misfortune….
With no costumes to wear, and now having stumbled behind the stage props for a full play. He had only one way out of this.

The exit to the theater was so close and yet so far, with a possible shortcut. But could he risk this, getting caught in the midst of everyone?

Something I just realized about Papyrus

You don’t even have to leave him between the end of his fight to the start of the date/hang out.

There’s no way he had time to put on his cool dude clothes underneath his battle body or put his friendship spaghetti in his skull.

This means he had it the whole time, when he was planning to capture the human up to the end of the fight, and didn’t even know a human would show up that day. Sans says he even showers in his battle body. Papyrus is so desperate for another friend that he wears a second set of clothes and keeps a plate of fancy spaghetti inside his head every single day, even in the shower, just in case there is an opportunity to meet a new friend. He wears his battle body and recalibrates his puzzles constantly in case of a human, when Toriel says it’s been a long time since a human fell down, and she is virtually immortal so a long time for her is probably before Papyrus and Sans showed up.

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Guess who has been watching the Great British Baking Show on Netflix and thinks it would be the cutest AU ever IT’S ME I THINK THAT someone back me up it would be so cute

Edit: I just looked it up because I THOUGHT it was actually called The Great British Bake-Off and I was right! but for some reason on Netflix it’s Baking Show, I have no idea why 

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𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒍𝒔
  𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑶𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒂
  𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒚𝒂.
  藤北❤

jespere-hope asked:

(818): Fyi I let myself into your place, I'm wearing some of your clothes in your bed. Come take them off + Jung Hoseok (Hope this is the right format I pressed the copy link text?)

When Hoseok returned to his flat to find the front door slightly ajar, he stilled entirely and stared at the silver handle that dimly shone in the fluorescent light of the apartment building hallway. A numerous reel of possibilities clicked through his mind, starting with 1. He had simply forgotten to close the door when he was on his way out to the convenience store and then 2. In that time a potential burglar or serial killer could have used this opportunity to rummage throughout his home and may be sitting and waiting for him with a knife of the living room couch and then 3. That murderer could possibly be you. So taking his chances and hoisting the plastic bags full of eggs and noodles up in front of his face as a makeshift shield, Hoseok planted his foot against the wood and the door swung wide open, followed by the otherwise defenceless man charging inside.

Oh. The place was empty.

“Hoseok?”

Or not.

Following the sound of a voice that he especially adores over the sound of water hitting the shower floor and through sheets upon bundled sheets on a mattress worn with love, Hoseok placed the shopping bags on the floorboards and then walked slowly towards his bedroom. Once he caught sight of you sprawled across the bed, a smile of a thousand suns light up the room and you were instantly drawn to his warmth, opening your arms wide in greeting and welcome home.

“What are you doing here?” Hoseok cooed cheerfully, pacing over and climbing atop the duvet, gradually hovering above your body. “I thought you had to work tonight.”

You shrugged with a coy grin, sliding your hands up his biceps, throat, cupping at the jawline that you absolutely adored pressing your lips to. And so you did. “They let me have the evening off. So I thought I would break into your place.”

“And dress in my clothes?” Hoseok chuckled against your cheek, giving the flushed flesh a quick peck. He tugged at the lapel of the white button-down of his that you were wearing. “I need this later tonight, y’know.”

“Exactly,” You breathed, smiling wide once again and leaning back so he could see the mischief gleaming in your eyes. “So how about you take it off?”

Your stomach whirled with hungry delight at the sudden lust that had his eyes half-lidded, lips parting and pressing roughly to your own until he was hoisting you up by your waist, pinning your arms above your head and setting himself onto the pearly white buttons. His lips followed the exposed skin of your torso as he unclasped each one, pressing a promise to the skin that tingled beneath his breath. Hoseok was not a man of many words, but the ones that he used always managed to have a shivering effect on you, claws of desire crawling up your spine.

Gladly.

anonymous asked:

How does Aya know that Niki destroyed 'Saruhiko's precious thing'? Did little Saru told her or she was there and saw maybe?

I don’t think she could have seen it, since the flashback describes Fushimi as seeing what happened to the anthill right after he woke up in the morning still in his pajamas. I doubt Aya would have stayed over with them or anything so she wouldn’t have been present when it happened. I’m actually kinda curious how she did find out, since I don’t know if little Saruhiko would have mentioned it either. Maybe Kisa said something, like there was a family function and she was talking in earshot of little Aya about Niki destroying Fushimi’s anthill and how irritating it was because the child wouldn’t stop crying and it made a mess. Or she saw Saruhiko at one point before the anthill was destroyed and he was all excited talking about it, and then the next time she sees him he only says that it doesn’t matter because “that guy destroyed it,” not really saying exactly what happened but enough that Aya knows at least that Niki did something to Saruhiko’s precious thing.

Stiles when...

You’re new

“Y-yes, of of course!” He managed to get out before you could go away or change your mind. Through that class you occupied his mind, and after you two had parted ways, he still thought about how beautiful you were, inside and out.

Between Silver Hearts

The night was pitch black, the streets empty - save for one lone figure that stumbled down the less trodden streets, holding a hand against one side of his face as blood dripped out between his finger tips. He paused for a moment in order to gather his bearings, rage swelling deep within his soul but not too much to cloud his sense of judgement - at least not yet. He wasn’t too sure though of why he was heading this way, of why he felt that he had to reach out for help. It was just another cut, another mark that would heal into a nasty scar - another reason to kill the palace bastards and place their heads on a a few spikes.

A soft crackle escaped his lips at that thought though pain was also mixed in with amusement. He swore once more and stumbled into the street where he’d last seen her before. Kisara? That was her name right? He was shit with names, shit with faces and yet that one seemed to stick in his mind like glue. Maybe it was due to the strange kindness that she’d shown him. Not that he trusted her. That’d taken much more than just patching up a few wounds - yet here he was looking for her help once more. It annoyed him but well - no choice in the matter right? And he always did as was required to keep surviving. Couldn’t kill the bastards if he was dead as well.

Was his fault anyway. He’d fallen asleep right outside where anyone could have simply murdered him. It wasn’t as if he wasn’t recognizable. Not many people around had silver hair. In fact he only knew of two. Himself and the girl who he was now seeking out. He wasn’t even sure if she lived here or not - only that was where he’d passed out before and been found by her and as foolish as an idea as it was to repeat that same pattern it was the only darn plan he had at the moment. So - minus the passing out part at least for now - he sat down and leant back against one of the low walls of a nearby house, removing his hand from the side of his face and glaring down at the blood that now marked his skin. The image of the man who’d injured him flashed through his mind and his face pulled into some type of twisted grin. He was terrible with names and faces, that was true - but those he wished to kill received special treatment.

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Little Omega {Alpha!Castiel x Omega!Reader}

Summary: Just… just smut. Alpha/Omega smut. That’s really all my Castiel fics ever turn into 

Pairing: Castiel x reader

Warnings: Smut (duh)

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something i hate v much is when people say whatever they want and don’t think about how people around them may feel

white noise - 3

I | II

He watched her fingers curl and stretch over the small arsenal of signs she had memorized - even when he told her he had his aids in his pocket that day.

Or that he could read lips.

Or let her text because he knew it took work and a focus so speared, it risked being lethal, to manage a flowing conversation in sign language.

He had been thwarted in every opportunity to allow her the easy way out and it left him all the more perplexed and impressed for her efforts. His parents were the same way, attentive and sharp and willing in their research for new signs. It had taken them all more grief and patience than they had combined right after the accident, but they were always so present and involved.

Which felt more like humility and flattery fluttering around in his stomach and a drumbeat being pounded out with his heart as her fingers grasped at the air in front of her.

Gajeel couldn’t help but laugh at the firm line of frustration that stalled her streak of seamless signs and crinkled her brow. Usually, he refrained from speaking when he didn’t have his aids - even if he had practiced until his diction challenged even his aunt’s strong, even voice over the years - but there had been too many occasions of misunderstanding and rude people that spared no extra room for the size of their assumptions.

Sitting across from Levy, he felt the words quietly falling without any trepidation. He licked his lips and leaned forward, rolling his eyes as he made a motion to his mouth. “Say it.”

The frustration slit her eyes and steeled her shoulders and he was more than a little bit swept up in the curve of her jaw. Her hand movements were pointed and jerked, slicing out in front of her as she stubbornly spelled the word she was attempting. Gajeel swallowed, sitting back in his chair as he laughed again.

In all of her effort and forgetfulness of easy signs, she was intimidating.

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Aaron had only been back from Chicago for about an hour but he knew that there was no way that he could stay inside of his room. He had to get out, get some air and find a way to process everything that was happening. That was why he found himself sitting outside, in the cold, in the middle of campus as the sun went down. He felt someone walking up beside him and sighed. “I don’t think I’m the best company right now.”

Ahh– all the OCs interacting with me are too good. This has literally been my best muse for interacting with ‘em, they’re all so wonderful ;w;

(coughs. you guys know who you are. love you all v much)