he looks so helpless

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Boy you got me helpless
Look into your eyes, and the sky’s the limit, I’m helpless
Down for the count, and I’m drownin’ in ‘em!

Please forgive me for what I’ve done to your masterpiece LMM, I just really wanted to draw a loyal as hell blue kid from a big family who always feels second best swooning over over a hotheaded, reckless orphan soldier with beautiful eyes

….but I went with Lance and Keith instead of Eliza and Alexander

This is not the end;

She’s never going to see him again. And he was perfect.  

Lily meets the love of her life in Tesco Extra at 10pm.  read on ao3

Happy birthday to the cutie-pie ria @gxldentrio

The first time Lily Evans meets him is at the self-checkout service at Tesco Extra. He’s got these tall, gangly legs that look like they could go on forever and (from what she can tell from the back of him anyways) an unruly bed of jet black hair.

And, if first impressions were anything to go by then he was also an absolute fool. Clumsy and, to be honest, bordering on idiotic.

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Misunderstanding

Words: 3941

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Genres: Angst/fluff

AO3 version

Summary: Before we could go back to being the best of friends, I had to only think of him as a friend. So this resulted in avoiding him for two weeks until he caught me in a club, backing me to a wall, and wanting answers that I stubbornly refused to give. I love him, but he shouldn’t need to know that, right?




The music drifted out of the club like a vibrating pulse. I could feel it in my bones. The night was alive with possibility. I could even imagine myself floating through the sea of people, forgetting about the life I’ve lived up till now but mostly forgetting about him.

Once I walked through the entryway of what I viewed as freedom, I immediately wished the sea of people would drift me right back out, or better yet, drown me.  

There he was.

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alec protects magnus from the clave

as requested by the wonderful @smariko !! sorry that this was quite late, but i had a little bit of trouble starting this one lol. this pretty much takes place after the events of 2x10. enjoy :)


Alec and Magnus sat cross-legged on Alec’s bed, facing each other, and talking about everything and anything. Business at the Institute had just calmed down and Alec needed to just sit down for a second. He was alive, Magnus was alive, they were alive together. And he made sure to cherish that before the next threat arose.

Alec reached out to run a light finger down the bridge of Magnus’ nose. Magnus sighed at the touch, eyes closed and hands on Alec’s chest. They were sitting close enough to feel each other’s breath but it never felt close enough.

Suddenly, the door to Alec’s room burst open and the two jerked back in surprise. Turning around, Alec glared at Jace who was standing in the doorway. “Jace, come on! We went over thi-”

“You’re gonna wanna see this,” panted Jace. Both Alec and Magnus frowned and eyed each other curiously. Without another word, they both rose and followed Jace to the Ops Centre.

“Jace what’s going on?” asked Alec, worry soaked in his voice as they turned the corner of a corridor. Alec reached his fingers out to Magnus’ hand and they interlaced fingers tightly.

“It’s the Clave,” was all Jace said. Alec groaned loudly, knowing full well that the Clave only ever sent emissaries to ruin things. The three made it to the Ops Centre as quickly as possible to join Isabelle and Clary. Shadowhunters had their weapons drawn and handcuffs out, wading their way through everyone in the Institute.

It didn’t take them long to figure out that Shadowhunters were ushering all Downworlders off the premises. A Clave representative explained that after the attack on the Institute, no Downworlders could be trusted to be in the Institute. Alec rolled his eyes. They must have known that no Downworlder was responsible for what had happened. The Clave often cloaked their prejudice as wanting to help keep the entire Shadow World but everyone knew it was bullshit.

Isabelle stepped up to Alec and Magnus with an apologetic gaze. “The Clave is placing a ban on all Downworlders entering any Institute – ever. They’re thinking of writing it into the Accords,” she whispered. Alec was speechless. They couldn’t do that, they just couldn’t.

Magnus looked up from Isabelle to see Simon being forcefully removed from the Institute. A seraph blade was dangerously pressed to his back. Simon looked back at a distressed Clary who was also being held back by an angry Shadowhunter. Magnus glanced at Simon and felt compelled to help him. “Simon!” Magnus exclaimed, wading through the dense group of Nephilim, Magnus ran up to Simon, a hand reached out to his.

Before he could do anything else, Magnus had a seraph blade held to his throat by a Clave emissary. “Hey!” Alec yelled, running to the front of the group. Magnus stood as still as possible, aware that one wrong move could have him slaughtered. Alec glanced down to see Magnus’ fingers spark with flames of red – he was getting ready to attack. Magnus looked up to sneer at the Shadowhunter in front of him, cat eyes glowing. The Shadowhunter looked back at him in disgust.

Suddenly, another Clave representative had his blade to Magnus’ throat as well and Magnus let his sparks die. Alec clenched his fists at the sight. He couldn’t just stand there. Alec cautiously walked up to the situation. Every other person in the Institute had stepped meters back, steering clear of anything that could go down. It was dead silent.

Alec placed a hand on Magnus’ shoulder and pushed him back lightly before stepping up between the Clave emissaries and his boyfriend. His eyes were piercing into the Shadowhunters’ in a look that was deathly cold. His jaw was clenched and knuckles white. “Nobody touches him,” Alec said in a low but harsh voice.

One of the Clave Shadowhunters stepped closer to Alec. “Sometimes I wonder why we ever let them in,” she said, coldly. She glanced over to Magnus to look him up and down in disgust. “Get rid of him yourself,” she snared before setting down her blade and ushering the rest of the Downworlders and Clave emissaries out of the Institute.

Letting out a deep breath that Alec wasn’t even aware he had been holding in, he turned to look at Magnus. The Warlock had his eyes cast downwards and had fists balled up beside him. He looked so helpless and – although Alec would never describe him this way – weak.

Alec stepped closer to Magnus, forehead pressed to the side of Magnus’ head. He was at a loss for words. “I don’t know how to fix this…” he murmured, softly, helplessly. Magnus looked up at Alec.

He pressed his hand to Alec’s cheek. The boy always wanted to fix everything. “It’s okay,” Magnus said as he stroked his thumb under Alec’s eye. He scoffed, letting his hand drop to his side. “It’s almost like the 1700s again.”

Alec looked at Magnus with a pained expression. He was trying to apologise but Magnus knew that it wasn’t his fault. None of this was. “I’m leaving with you,” said Alec. Magnus frowned at him. “If you’re not allowed to be here, neither am I.”

Magnus shook his head. “You’re the head of this Institute, you can’t leave,” he said, in a matter of fact tone.

Alec nodded. “I’m the head of this Institute, I can do what I very well please.”


i hope you enjoyed! if you have any prompts or scenarios for me, please head over to my ask box!

in the meantime, magnus and alec have a tickle fight amongst books.

Carry On except crucial parts of the story have been replaced with popular song lyrics - snowbaz

i mean they asked for crack. carry on countdown day (?????????). speakin of crack i found out that my school choir sang Hide and Seek by Imogen Heap and i m cryin y’all wtf

Crack

Will ruin Carry On for you

Mm. Whatcha say indeed.


Baz comes back to Watford:

I look up at the sound of booming, well-pitched thuds, blasting through the doors to the Great Hall.

“Hello,” Baz announces, soulful. “It’s me.”

- - -

In the Pitch family library:

“No one is seducing a vampire.”

Baz snaps his glare to me. “WHY THE FUCK YOU LYIN’?!”

- - -

When bae comes back for you:

I open the door and see Simon, clad in dirt, as well as half of the countryside. My jaw drops as realisation descends on me.

My milkshake brought the boy to the yard.

- - -

Bae just set the forest on fire:

The forest is on fire, and Baz looks away from me. “Just leave - this isn’t for you.”

80’s synthesized drum-pad beats play out of the trees.

“Never gonna give you up,” I insist. “Never gonna let you down.”

“I fucking hate you.”

- - -

Simon realises his ambiguous sexuality:

The flames burn around us, Simon’s hands cupping my jaw as he stares at me. He looks so helpless, so determined to save me like the hero he is. So gorgeous.

“Simon…”

Then he says: “I really, really, really, really, really, really, like you.”

“Romance is dead.”

- - -

The Mage dies:

The Mage goes limp under my touch, dread and guilt rotting through my body. I weep, mouth slack, but just tense enough to mumble out: “Mm…whatcha say…”

Baz frowns. “Snow, is this really the time-”

“That you only meant well…”

“Simon, seriously.”

“Well, of course you did-”

The Mage takes a deep, unpredicted breath, then says: “I came back to life because you need to stop.”

Enough

pairing: daveed diggs x reader

word count: 2200

warnings: swearing, thoughts of sucide, depression

a/n: i wrote this like two months ago and i havent read over it but i thot i should post something anyway okay so i know this is probably the exact same as like 10 billion fics out there and im sorry for being unoriginal but like… there’s never enough fics to make people who are sad feel better. okay? because i love you and agree with everything he says in the fic and you are wonderful and you’re gonna get through this. i love you all, stay safe, and enjoy!!! <3</p>


Text to Lin Miranda Cosgrove, 3:45 am

i cant do shows this week lin im so sorry

Text from Lin Miranda Cosgrove, 5:53 am

What? What’s going on? Is everything alright, Y/N?

Text to Lin Miranda Cosgrove, 5:55 am

i don’t know. i don’t know. ill text you when i get better. i just… cant right now

Text from Lin Miranda Cosgrove, 6:03 am

Please, just tell me what’s going on. Do you need to go to the hospital?

Text to Lin Miranda Cosgrove, 6:08 am

no i am fine i just wouldn’t be able to do the show justice this week. im so sorry lin i love you and the cast very much and i wouldn’t want to let you down

Text from Lin Miranda Cosgrove, 6:18 am

Okay. We… love you too. So so much. Feel better, Y/N, text me when you feel up to it. See you soon.

For the first time that night, you had finally fallen asleep.

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You Got Out

Characters: Sam x oldest Winchester, Dean, John.

Words: 2500

[Light swearing]

A/N: I wrote this in one sitting. Crazy. Anyways, this idea was provided to me by a nonnie, so thanks for that. 

Also, if you want any music to listen to, here’s a song that I like to listen to while I write. It’s pretty much instrumental, but it gets me emotional anyways haha. You - Petit Biscuit.

Originally posted by hunterchesters

Your name: submit What is this?

The relief hit you like a truck. Or a train. Or whatever. It doesn’t matter.

The relief envelopes you like an emotional but warm blanket. It fills you up from inside. Radiates from you. Touches and colors your everything.

You lose your breath. The paper you’re holding onto is slightly trembling because you are.

This is it; the paper you’re holding onto. The sweet escape. Sam’s sweet escape. Sam’s safety reassured in printed words. The ticket to his new life. The ticket out of yours.

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biivory69  asked:

Oh this is so exciting! The ship needs more love, so happy to see this happening. Could I ask for Tony not getting through the portal in Avengers. It closed and the blast sent him deeper into space and also put him in a coma like state (almost like the cyro freeze) but the chemicals in space cause Tony to lose all memories related to himself. Cue Guardians finding him and Peter falling for the strange man wrapped in metal floating in space. -please and Thank you!

Thank you so much! We thinks its pretty exciting, too! I changed the timeline a bit (like always) so watch out for that, haha :p

Also it got a bit long and i don’t know if thats what you wanted. Hope you like it anyway!

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“What the fuck is that?”

Peter looks up from his monitor and sees Rocket next to him. They  just had finished another mission and heard that Terra had a problem with other… uh aliens?

“What is going on, Rocket?” Peter asks then and Rocket points at something, that Peter can’t see clearly.

“I don’t know. Looks like a…ship?” Rocket answers and he shrugs. Groot sits on his shoulder and nearly falls down at that.

“So small?” says Peter and pushes another button. He needs to see more.

Just a few hours ago they saw some Chitauri ships. Completely destroyed. Even Gamora was impressed and that means a lot. So they knew the chitauri were gone, but they still wondered who beat them.

Maybe that could be the answer.

“Does it make a move towards us? Or is it…i don’t know it looks like its just floating.” Peter says then and Rocket looks at his own monitor.

“Nope. Nothing. I can’t even get a signal.” answers Rocket and they hear the door, before Gamora enters their cabin.

“Everything alright?” she asks then and Rocket shows her the little red and gold spaceship.

“Unknown ship. No signal.” summarizes Rocket for her and she nods slowly.

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Soft Spot, Part 3

Regina is upset after Robin spends a night comforting the Evil Queen.

For the anon who requested Regina getting hurt by the EQ and Robin feeling guilty. (I went with an emotional sort of hurt for this one).

  • Part 1: The Evil Queen kidnaps Peanut, and Robin finds them together.
  • Part 2: Robin consoles the lonely Evil Queen,

Robin hadn’t expected Regina to be awake—awake and waiting—when he got home.

He’d fully expected to come home to a quiet and darkened house, to put his daughter down into her cozy bassinette after a long, emotionally taxing day, and then retire himself. He’d yearned for the warm comfort of their bed, expecting to slide in beside her and nuzzle against her, to breathe her in and hold her as he drifted to sleep.  He expected that explanations of what happened that night—explaining the story from beginning to end and filling in the gaps of how the Evil Queen had ended up with his infant daughter, how she’d cared for the tiny girl, never meaning her any harm, and how vulnerable and lonely she’d been, and how he couldn’t bring himself to leave her.  And, he’d expected that with a night’s rest behind them, they could discuss what happened with clear and rational heads, and he’d hoped with open hearts.

But what he’d expected hadn’t been what happened…

When he got home that night, it was actually morning; and the darkness of the sky was beginning to fade away. When the door opened, a thin strip of light stretched out from the kitchen and his eyes narrowed as they adjusted to the light that grew brighter and brighter as he walked toward it. He took a breath as he entered the kitchen, setting his daughter’s carrier on the counter as his eyes fell to Regina.

His chest clenched and his jaw tightened as his eyes fell to her, sitting at the counter and nursing a cup of tea that had likely cooled long ago. Her shoulders were slumped forward and there were tear tracks on her cheeks—and when she looked up at him, he could see that her eyes were red and swollen.

“It appears you have I have very different understandings of what it means to be home soon,” she says in a voice that’s quiet and flat. “I waited up. I wanted to see her, to see that she was okay, to hold and…” Shaking her head, she scoffs and looks back down at the cup of tea. “I didn’t expect that you’d spend the whole night with her.”

“I… I’m sorry,” he tells her, fully aware that his apology is only partially true—he doesn’t regret the spending the better part of the night holding the Evil Queen or allowing her cuddle his daughter; he doesn’t regret kissing her or making her feel less alone in the world, and he most certainly doesn’t regret loving her in spite of everything. But he does regret that those things hurt Regina—that they hurt her other half—and most of all, he regrets that they’re even in this situation.

“Are you?” She asks as she turns to face him. “Are you sorry? What exactly is it that you’re sorry about?” She blinks and he watches the way her shoulders square in defense, watching as her walls go up and she prepares for a fight—a fight they both know will have no winner. “Are you sorry that I spent the entire night worrying? Worrying about what she might do to you, what she might say… what she’d do to that precious little girl…” Her voice cracks as it trails off. “Worrying about my worst nightmare coming true?”

“Regina, I…”

“Did you think at all about me when you were with her?”

“This… isn’t fair…”

“You’re right,” she tells him with a curt nod, her eyes hardening as they meet his. “It’s not fair that you spend a night with her.”

“I… didn’t spend the night with her,” he murmurs, somewhat caught off guard by the biting hurt behind her words and the defensiveness in his own. “You’re making it sound like I’m having an affair or that…”

“Are you?”

“Regina!”

“Are you!?” She asks again, her voice louder and her eyes wider as her chin begins to tremble. “Is… that why you stayed?”

“I just… I couldn’t leave her.”

“Of course you couldn’t.”

“Regina, this is ridiculous.”

“You didn’t answer my question,” she says, taking a short breath as her eyes press closed, her pain more than obvious. “Are you having an…”

“She’s not someone else,” he cuts in. “She’s not some other woman. She’s you. When I feel in love with you, I fell in love with all of you; and even though you separated yourself, even though you tore yourself in half, and even though everyone in your life seems to think this was a good thing for you, I will never be convinced that it was.” He pauses for a moment, feeling his lungs deflate as he looks at her, feeling so helpless and lost, not knowing what to do or say. “I can’t separate the two sides of you. When I look at her, I just see you.”

Looking up, Regina nods. “Do you… prefer that side of me? Do you prefer me like that?”

“Regina, this… isn’t fair.”

“Well that I can agree with,” she says, her voice suddenly hoarse. His heart aches as she reaches up and swipes her fingers over her eyes, pushing away the tears that began to well—and she when she looks back at him, all he wants to do is hold her and make it okay—but he knows that he can’t, he knows this isn’t something that he can fix. “When she told me that she was going sit back and watch us all tear each other apart I… I… never thought that… that this where it would start.”

“Regina…”

“I know better than anyone how manipulative she can be. I should have seen this coming.”

“Regina,” he murmurs again as she slides off the stool at the counter. “Regina, please…” he says, reaching for her as she turns away, shaking her head as she sucks in a breath and struggles against her tears. “If you’d only…”

“Not now,” she says as she walks past him. “I just… want to go to bed and… forget about this for a little while.”

“Regina, we should talk out this. You can’t just…”

“No,” she says in a barely audible voice as she starts toward the stairs, leaving him standing there, alone and helpless, and overwrought with guilt; and he wishes, more than anything she could understand that every part of her was worth loving.

anonymous asked:

Your Tordedd art literally makes my heart leap out of my chest like lOOK AT THOSE PRECIOUS CHILDREN,, I'm wondering how blind Tord would manage to get it on with Edd, being blind and everything. I can see Edd gently guiding Tord's hands to his hips and they kiss all soft and then Tord's like "ok haha lets go" My heart

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OK SO, i rly like to talk about blind!tord so th a n k s

so yea we’re getting to that ;) but first i imagine Tord and Edd get closer ever since Edd found out Tord ended up blind and super wounded after the end.

Idk how he finds out tho, maybe the so popular headcanon about Edd finding Tord on the streets, but because he had a breakdown back in the base of the red army (idk how the red army would fit in this au tho) and didnt know where to go, surprisingly enough he didnt got killed on his way to where edd found him, because fuck, hes blind and he just walked alone all the way there.

But anyway, Edd finds Tord got blind, right, and hes a good person so even when Tord was a huge dick he feels bad he lost his sight and his arm. So he lets him in in his appartment, first he doesnt tell either Matt or Tom bc they hate Tord and okay maybe Edd should hate him too maybe part of him does but !!! he couldnt just leave him there, blind and in the middle of a breakdown. So that’s how they become closer little by little, Edd starts to loosen up around Tord and sometimes hes like wait remember he blew up the house and killed your neighbor but ugh, he looks so helpless like this and it doesnt even look he can kill a fly. Eventually Tom and Matt realize what is happening and idk what happens there tbh 

So yeah, Edd helps Tord in everything he can, and if Tord lets him, because Tord still wants to feel useful in something, when they had their first kiss, it was kinda like that drawing i just made, and when they want to get further in their relationship is because Tord is just so desperate, he literally yells Ugh, I love you so much and I want to make you feel good but I’m so fucking,,,,,

Basically this au is just an excuse for me to use my headcanon of insecure Tord soooooo

fuck i wrote too much

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Torch of Bellona (Part 3)

Originally posted by mountainkinq

Author: Wristic

Pairing: Ivar X Reader

Word Count: 1800

Warnings: being aroused by things you should most certainly not be, mainly pointed objects and a bad attitude

-Part 1- -Part 2- -Part 4- -Part 5- -Part 6-


The night before Ragnar and Ivar are prepared to leave, you finally convince Ecbert to at least let you see the son. While Ivar had been so hospitable before, it made you naive to the darker side of him, and you fall like a rabbit into a wolves den.

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even + isak + valentines day

if you haven’t read even’s birthday fic yet read that first! This is the next part. 

8 days before

  • even has been hanging out with the boy squad a lot since the start of the year and today is no different. 
  • isak is very very subtly leaning against him while he tries to kick jonas’ ass at fifa bc even though they’re open with the squad about their relationship they still tease isak relentlessly whenever they see them being close
  • “what do you want for your birthday? what are you even doing? its this weekend right?” magnus asks him and even nudges isak and shrugs “I don’t care as long as its with this one"
  • his words seem to embarrass isak so much he almost drops the controller out of his hands and with some ninja moves isak manages to save it from the ground
  • “what i’m really looking forward to is valentines day” he says only for isaks face to turn even redder than it already was followed by even more teasing from the guys.
  • “oh really? what are you going to do?” magnus asks. even raises his eyebrows “that’s a secret” and then they continue gaming like isak wasn’t just about to turn into a puddle of embarrassment and love.

2 days before // B-DAY

  • they’re laying in bed and isak is vast asleep beside him and even can’t believe how lucky he is with the boy next to him. the whole day he planned out, the envelopes - the thought of isak serenading him with Gabrielle still gets a shit eating grin on his face -, the signed baz luhrmann dvd… all of it is so much and so kind and so amazing
  • he loves isak so much and its so intense but at the same time it feels so light and as isak digs himself a little deeper into his side in his sleep he wonders how he once thought he loved Sonja the most he could ever love anyone
  • this is literally nothing compared to that
  • he can’t wait to show isak what he has in store for valentines day, but for now he knows he has to sleep so he cuddles up to his boyfriend (that word still sends a current through his body) and closes his eyes.

V-DAY

  • usually even wakes up before isak but when he wakes up that morning isak is already up studying (or more like looking at his notes like they hold some secret)

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