he was halfway there anyway


“Your tiddies are MY tiddies!”

@the-memoirs-of-a asked for my Eruris at the Mardi Gras…I have literally NO idea about the Mardi Gras because around here we have Fasching/Fasenacht/Karneval which has very different traditions but we talked about this so I think this might be about right ;)

Anyway, Levi is a bit possessive about his princess and even though Dorkwin didnt see too much of the parade he had a very pleasant holiday. HUEHUEHUE.

Black and White - Chapter 2

Characters: Baekhyun x Reader

Genre: Bad Boy AU // University AU // Fluff

Word Count: 3227 words

Plot: Baekhyun is the typical heartthrob that always gets what he wants.. until you came along.

Black and White: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3

“Okay, i’ll just say this here. You’re really cute. How about we take this upstairs?” Baekhyun queried.

You felt your heart drop slightly.

This. This was exactly what you wanted to avoid. What you didn’t want to happen.

You were flattered by his words, of course. But you knew they were merely nothing but empty words. Ones that held no meaning whatsoever.

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so the oscars happened and now I have a Derek Nurse headcanon

Nursey is a film lover, he loves everything about films and therefore watches the oscars even when mostly all of the winners are white people. After last year’s whitewashed oscars he was hesitant and not actually looking forward to this year’s ceremony. But then he saw that many POC were nominated this year, that powerful movies actually had a chance. So he binge watches all of them and falls in love with Fences and Hidden Figures and Moonlight and Lion and Silent Night.

He watches the ceremony cuddling with his boyfriend even though he falls asleep halfway through after complaining about the show being too long. Anyways Nursey uses Dex as his own pillow and gets comfortable for the rest of the night. When Moonlight ends up wining best picture he screams loud enough to wake Dex up before covering his mouth with his hands. He has tears in his eyes and the biggest smile on his face when he kisses his boyfriend and reassures him he’s okay and tells him that history had been made, that beautiful stories are finally getting recognition and that he’s so so happy he could burst.

Dex asks him to tell him everything in the morning over coffee and Nursey agrees with a smile before cuddling once more and falling asleep knowing that it may have been a small pebble that had been set but I was going to be the start of something even bigger.

I accidentally turned my boyfriend into a fashion critic

So, my boyfriend and I are pretty avid Netflix bingers, constantly finding new series to watch etc. I’m home more often than him, since I’m a student, and naturally I’m not allowed to watch more episodes of shows without him. That would be Netflix Cheating. Many bad. Awful girlfriend I would be. 

So I was in search of something on Netflix that he wouldn’t be interested in that I could watch and binge at my own leisure during the day when he isn’t home. So one afternoon, when I had a two hour break between classes and came home to have lunch, I discovered that a couple seasons of Project Runway had been added to Netflix. I’d never actually seen it, and frankly it’s right up my ally. The other plus being that my boyfriend hates reality tv of any kind with a passion. I knew even just the sound of a reality fashion show would put him right off, so great choice. I can binge all I want, no guilt of him wanting to watch any. 

A day or two later I mention to him that I’d been watching it. He judged me, as I expected. But said he could tolerate it in the background while he read etc. Anyway, here I am, about halfway through a season and every now and then he’s expressing his opinions on the show. “Oh that’s a nice dress” he says, or “eh, I don’t think I like that”. The next thing I know, “Oh this is not that bad at all for a reality show, it’s really all about the clothes, no bullshit!” and he’s sitting on the couch watching it with me. The next day he even got offended that I’d watched a couple episodes without him. 

Then he got really into who was going to go to fashion week, he’s telling his mate what a good show it is, not letting me start the next season without him and even says to me one night, when we only one episode to go and I kept falling asleep, that I should go to bed and he’ll keep watching and I can just catch up tomorrow when he’s at work. Um, what? 

We finished both seasons that were on Netflix in like two weeks. He was, naturally outraged when Mondo didn’t win season 8 (I was too). He then spent the next couple of days reading trivia and info about the show and watching interviews with the cast. He decided Tim Gunn was the greatest human being ever (which is true), looked up the winning designers to see if they actually had any success, knew the ages of all the judges (why?), and discovered why Michael Kors left the show. He even said to me while doing the dishes last night: “I looked up Seth Aaron’s line from when he won the all-stars series. Not as good as I expected…And I mean, his clothes are great, but what has he really done since?” 

All I wanted was a show to watch by myself and instead I managed to turn my reality-tv hating boyfriend into a Project Runway trivia buff and low-key fashion critic.  

I think Yuuri knows how to play the piano!

“Hm? Is that a piano?”

Yuuri looks up from where he’s sorting out his laundry, a sock in one hand and a shirt in another. He puts the sock to one side and begins folding the shirt, Victor’s shirt that he keeps forgetting to give back. “Oh, that? I got that keyboard a long time ago—before I went to Detroit, even.”

Victor tilts his head from where he sits on the bed, feet stretched out before him. Blinks and looks at Yuuri. “Do you still play?”


“Play for me?”

Smiling, Yuuri sets aside one of Victor’s scarves and stands. “Any requests?”

“Your song,” the Russian says decisively after a heartbeat of thinking. “Yuri on Ice.”

“Hmm. I never learned it,” Japan’s top figure skater admits. He shakes his head and pulls out the keyboard from where it sits propped against his closet. “But I can try.”

“You can do that?” Victor asks. The words, You’re that good at playing? go unsaid.

Yuuri shrugs, plugs the keyboard into the wall and turns the machine on. “Sure,” he answers, fingers running over scales like water pouring from a fountain. The sound is crisp and clear, and Victor finds himself pleasantly surprised. He wonders why.

“I’ve skated to this song so many times it’s practically engraved in my head,” the brunet continues, moving into arpeggios and rhythmic exercises. The keyboard moves slightly as Yuuri presses into the keys, the device pushing into the yielding mattress. “Just give me a second to warm up.”

As Yuuri’s fingers drift over the keys, Victor swings his feet back and forth. “How did you start playing?”

Yuuri’s fingers don’t stop, unheeding of or perhaps disregarding the conversation. Yuuri turns to look at the older man and hums. “I saw a video of someone playing the piano and decided to learn.”

“Did you take lessons?”

“For a time, yes.”

“How old were you when you started?”

Yuuri huffs a laugh from his nose and tests out various chords. “Is this an interrogation now?”

“Well, I never knew you could play. Is it so wrong to want to learn more about your boyfriend?”

“Mm.” Yuuri pauses, looking down at his hands. “I started when I was relatively young. Six, I think?”

“That is young.”

“Well, I stopped being so serious about it when I began taking ballet lessons. And then skating took up most of my time after that.”

“But you still play?”

“I still play.”

Yuuri begins then, starting with the sixteenth note triplets, and Victor closes his mouth and just listens. It’s lovely—reminds him of when he first listened to it, half asleep and with Yuuri excitedly leaning over his lap. Reminds him of his former student, of his lover before they became lovers.

“You’re very good at this.”

Closing his eyes and letting himself visualize the music inside his head, Yuuri leans back and feels his lips quirk into a half-smile. “I’m not the type to let a skill atrophy without practice.”

“That’s not you, no,” Victor agrees.

And they both listen, then, to the music pouring out of the cheap keyboard roused from its sleep. He times his breathing to the swelling of the melody, to the rise and fall of the notes, to the cadence of the moment. Victor leans against Yuuri’s shoulder and Yuuri leans back, the two of them content to relive their memories through the passage of sound.

It’s a peaceful moment filled with peaceful feelings. Victor tells himself to ask Yuuri to play more music for him from now on.

So Happy Together (Modern Lams)

A/N: I wasn’t gonna post this originally but a friend insisted that I did, so FINE. Here is my lame Lams fic. Blah. It’s like two months old so it’s bad but whatever lmao
Okay I guess it isn’t THAT bad but I still don’t like it. Of course I like nothing that I do, so…. oh yeah if I remember correctly it has a bit of swearing, and mentions of sex but nothing actually being done. Enjoy it if you can, somehow.


John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton had dated all through high school, and it had lasted into college too. It wasn’t a perfect relationship, of course. It had its ups and downs just like any other. But it was a beautiful love story.

In late May, Alex and John decided to get an apartment together. They were already incredibly close, so both if them figured it wouldn’t be that weird. Besides, it wasn’t like they were sleeping together. At least, not yet. Sure, they made out in the kitchen or got to unbuttoning each other’s shirts. But nothing TOO extreme.

They were barely moved in, but luckily, as a couple of college students, they didn’t have a lot. Just some clothes, a couch, a couple of beds, and some personal belongings: Alex had his laptop and tons of notebooks filled with essays and writings, John had books and a radio that he picked up at Goodwill.

“Alex,” John said, “maybe we should get some more stuff for our apartment.”

“Like what?”

“Oh, I don’t know, a table? So we don’t have to eat off of boxes?”

“C'mere, John,” Alexander said, patting the spot next to him on the couch. When John sat down, Alexander put his arms around him and pulled him close. “We don’t need things when we have each other.”

John rolled his eyes. “That was so corny.”

“But true!” Then, Alex got a look in his eye, the one that John recognized as the ‘I have an idea’ look.

“Uh oh,” he said. “What is it now?”

“Nothing,” Alex said with a grin. “I was just thinking, you know what’s legal now?”

“What, weed?”

“You’re hilarious. Gay marriage, John, that’s what!”

“Oh.” John blushed. Alexander could see every freckle on his face. It was adorable. “So… what are you saying?”

Alex leaned back. “Oh, I’m not proposing. I was just giving you a friendly reminder that we COULD get married. If we wanted.”

He stood up. “I’m off to bed. Goodnight, John.” He kissed him. “I love you!”

“I-I love you too,” he mumbled, still red in the face. When he was sure that Alexander was asleep, he picked up his phone and called his friend, Hercules Mulligan. He answered in the third ring.

“You’d better be calling to tell me that you and Alex did it, because that’s the only thing I can think of that would justify you calling this late.”

“Herc,” John sighed, “Its only like 10 o'clock.”

“And I was asleep!” He protested. “If ya go to sleep early, it’s better for you!”

“Okay, fine. You can go to sleep as soon as I talk to you. It’s just…” he took a breath. “I think Alexander is thinking about marriage.”

Pause. And then, “Woah. For real?”

“Yeah. He was talking about it, and reminding me that eventually we could.”

“Ah man, that’s great! Congrats!”

“He didn’t exactly propose yet,” John said. “What do I do? What of he asks me to marry him, Herc? Or what if I was wrong, and he doesn’t?”

Hercules was quiet for a second. Then, he said, “I know that Alex loves you very much. Keep an eye out for any signs that something is coming. If he asked you, you’d say yes, right?”

“Of course…” John was glad that Hercules couldn’t see his blush. “I love him too.”

“Well, there ya have it. You’ll get married, and live happily ever after, having a lot of se-”

“Okay, okay! I’ll see you later, Herc.”

“See ya, lover boy.”

He hung up, and John was left to wonder what was going to happen next.

The next day, Alexander woke John up with a kiss on the cheek.

“Good mooorning!“ 

"Mmmm.” John smiled. “You’re up early. It’s the weekend, Alex. Relax, go back to sleep.”

“Can’t,” he replied. “I’m already wide awake. And how can I go to sleep when I’m thinking of you?”

“Mmm. Well, I’m going back to sleep.”

“Hey,” Alex said, sliding an arm around John’s shoulders, “I’ve got something important to ask you. I thought about this all night last night…”

John opened his eyes. “What is it?” Could this be happening?

“John Laurens, the man I love… would you….” he came in close and whispered in his ear. “Make breakfast for me today?”

John felt himself breathe. Then he laughed. “My God, Alexander, you’re the worst!” He sat up and stretched. “Yes, of course.” He kissed Alex on the nose, shook his head, and headed for the kitchen.

“Awww, I’m the worst? What makes you say so?” No response. “Ohhhh, you thought I was proposing! Not yet, my dear Laurens. But just you wait.”

John just smiled.

Later, around noon, Alexander was lying on the couch with his laptop, typing away. He had a look of extreme concentration, which meant that he was probably arguing with Thomas.

As he walked by, John ran his fingers through Alex’s hair, and he smiled.

“Don’t get too into whatever argument you’re having,” John said. “Maybe you should take a break with me.”

Alex sighed, and then closed his laptop, leaving Thomas without a response. “You’re right. Let’s watch a movie together.”

So John turned off the lights and Alex put in a movie. They ended up watching “Carrie." 

"Cuddle up with me if you get scared,” Alexander said, in a slightly teasing voice.

John wasn’t scared, but he cuddles with Alex anyways.

Then, about halfway through, Alex stood up suddenly… And got down on one knee.

“John Laurens,” he said.

“Alex, what are you-”

“My shoe is untied.” And he proceeded to tie his shoe, which was indeed untied.

John threw his hands in the air. “Alexander,” he moaned. “Why are you like this?”

“What? I can’t concentrate on the movie if my shoe is untied!” He pulled John into his lap. “I know what you thought I was doing. But not yet. Wait for it.”

“You sound like Burr,” John murmured. Alex just smiled.

Early evening, around 5 o'clock, Alex sighed loudly. “There is nothing to eat, and we need to get food. I’m heading to the store, wanna come with?”

John just shrugged. “Sure.”

They pulled into the parking lot of a convenient store. It had started to rain a little bit.

“So,” John said, “what do you want? We can get anything you want, your pick.”

Alex didn’t follow John. He stood there in the rain, smiling.


He got down on one knee.

“Alex, I swear, if you do this again…”

He took John’s hands and looked up at him.

“John Laurens.”

John laughed. “Yes, Alexander?”

“Marry me.”

The words couldn’t seem to come to John. He knew this would happen, from the way Alexander was talking about it, but it was still an indescribable feeling. Like something warm reached through him.

“You-you want me to marry you?”

“Yes, because I love you. More than anyone. I love you, and I want to be with you forever. And in case you say no, I have a list of arguments to make as to why you should-”



“Yes, Alexander, I will marry you. I love you so much.”

Alexander stood up and kissed John, right there, not caring who saw. There was no way to describe what they were both feeling.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds. But it was the best thing either one of them had ever experienced.

Inktober day one!! Prompt: fast.

I feel like watching Ponyo ^^

What can I say? @likearootlesstree just inspires me to write things like this

             Alex and John had been bickering all day. They couldn’t agree on a tv show to watch that morning, then neither of them would agree on a place to eat lunch, and when they finally were forced into a decision the both of them were acting moody and trying to antagonize each other throughout the meal. The final straw for Lafayette occurred as they were walking towards the subway. Alex was poking fun at John, and in retaliation John shoved Alex, nearly knocking him off the sidewalk.

               “Enough,” Laf snapped, grabbing both of them by the backs of their shirts and physically separating them. “I am sick of all this fighting. You’re putting me in a bad mood when all I wanted to do was spend time with both of you.” Alex had his arms crossed against his chest, refused to make eye contact. John on the other hand glanced up at Lafayette, all big eyes and freckles, then back down at his feet, ashamed. “Now, you are both going to sit down and stay silent on the subway ride, and when we get back home I’ll think of something to do with the two of you.”

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@ameribruhyoholla baz goes back to finish out his eighth year while simon and penelope drop out

also simon literally says it in the book:

(sorry it’s blurry :p)

(1820; a quiet, closed-off boulevard behind the industrial district in Dunwall.)

A series of bangs and cracks filled the air, echoing off the cobbled street and darkened windows. With three flashes of intense, blinding blue light and the sound of the Void tearing open, a rail car emerged from thin air, coursing down the rails lining the street, dusted in frost and setting the rails alight in its wake.

Its like had not been seen in Dunwall before: warm, amber-coloured wooden panels concealed blue whale oil tanks; it was finished not with dark industrial Gristolean steel but instead brightly polished copper favoured in Serkonos; and was covered in enough circuitry and tubing to make a dozen arc pylons.

The anachronistic rail car rolled to a stop and a bearded man in an orange vest-and-hood outfit jumped out. (His clothes were very much out of place.) A beggars peered fearfully at this apparition. “It runs on whale oil!” exclaimed the man happily, to no-one in particular.

Corvo turned to the other passengers in the rail car. “Do you want to come along for this one? he asked.

Emily smiled and shook her head. “I’m good right here.” She indicated the sleeping form on her lap.

Corvo strolled over to a building and around a corner, then climbed into a water tank and then to a rooftop. He looked around to make sure he hadn’t been followed, then Blinked across an alley, down two flights of stairs, and onto another rooftop. Finally he stopped outside a closed and shuttered bakery. He knocked on the door politely. “Delilah Kaldwin?”

A dark-haired young woman peered out of a floury window, then opened a delivery hatch and poked her pointy nose into the street. “Er, nope. No Kaldwins here. My name’s Copperspoon, sir.”

“Oh, my mistake. Well, thanks anyway!” Corvo replied. He was halfway back to the car when he stopped mid-stride, clapped a massive hand to his forehead, and exclaimed “of COURSE she would say that!” He hurried back to the bakery, calling on Dark Vision as he did so, but it was clearly empty but for a few friendly rats, a side door left swinging open to the street. Peering inside, floury foorpints and emptied strongboxes suggested a hasty getaway. Corvo sighed, shook his head in disbelief and trudged back to the car.

“Did you manage to catch her?” asked Emily.

“No. No, Emily, I didn’t. I think you were right. I was going to offer Delilah a scholarship to the Tyvian Academy of Philosophy, get her out of the way. Perhaps our presence here is what causes her to leave Dunwall in the first place. – But I think the timeline can’t be changed, not in such a huge, major way.”

“Oh, I don’t know father. We managed to save Alexi.” Emily patted the captain on the head for emphasis.

“Yes. Yes I suppose you’re right. Might there still be hope for Jessamine, then? I mean, you know the Tower grounds as well as me. There are no rails laid within a hundred yards of that wretched gazebo and we need to be in and out as fast as possible to avoid being detected and do as little damage as possible to the timeline.”

“Well that’s the thing, father, I forgot to tell you in the excitement of picking up Alexi,” Emily produced a thick sheaf of blueprints from her coat and waved them. “I have more upgrades for this time machine.”

“So what you’re saying is, this machine will be able to lay rails as fast as it travels?”

“Rails? Oh by no means, father. No. Where we’re going, we don’t need-“ she equipped a pair of sunglasses “rails.”

Ninjago Season 1, 2, and 3 Analysis  (Part 1)

Season 1 /  Rise of the Serpentine


The first season of Ninjago, Rise of the Serpentine, 13 episodes are dedicated to our main characters Kai, Cole, Jay, and Zane stopping ancient race of evil snakes from destroying the world from a bigger snake, while trying to deal with Lord Garmadon’s son, learning to get stronger on the way, and who is going to be the destined Green Ninja.

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Telling them you’re pregnant with twins on your anniversary (Jeonghan, Joshua, Vernon, Hoshi, Seungkwan and S.coups)

(So I sort of took this as it could be a wedding anniversary or a dating anniversary if that’s okay with you)


I think Jeonghan would be the least surprised by the news first reaction would probably be to hug and kiss you. He would be so excited to be a father but he would first want to make sure that you understood how much you meant to him. Then, if you weren’t married, he would plan a beautiful date and take you to a lovely place by a river or something at sunset so the sun created a halo around his head when he got down on his knees to propose to you and (okay that’s enough, don’t get too carried away). ANyway, he would make you his priority 24/7 now that you were pregnant and would consider it the best anniversary gift he had ever been given.

(Hoshi helpfully demonstrating why all the other kids would be jealous of your kids)

Originally posted by wonghan


Joshua’s first reaction would be a mix of delighted astonishment and pure shock. If you weren’t married he would propose immediately due to his strong Christian beliefs (but I highly doubt that kids would even be feasible before marriage with him). No matter what he would spend the rest of the day in a vacant ecstatic state daydreaming of being a father and would occasionally come back to earth to give you a kiss and tell you how amazing you are and that he’s going to make sure you’re always comfortable.

(gif is meant to depict excited shock, ignore mingyu or don’t ^^)

Originally posted by seokmind


He would have the most similar reaction whether you were or weren’t married. He would be shocked but ultimately extremely excited to see his two new kids. His first port of call would be one of his hyungs (probably coups because coups has proven he can look after 12 kids so two shouldn’t be too difficult… right?) I don’t think marriage would be his first thought but more of an afterthought once he had figured out how to properly be a father. Although he has all the best intentions in the world his mostly silent reaction would worry you until he let out a huge grin around 10 minutes after hearing the news, due to him being so wrapped up in his thoughts.

(Bonus: Him playing peekaboo with your kids when they are born)

Originally posted by visual-17

Hoshi (written by my fave J18):

Shock. Joy. PURE BLISS. To say Hoshi loves kids is an understatement and the fact that he can be a dad of two in a matter of months – geez. He will be in a state of holding you tight, pacing around the room, ruffling his hair, pecking you with little kisses – god he is just so DAMN excited. I mean of course he will also be anxious – the fact he will be a father soon (!)  the side effects: morning sickness etc and he will immediately be overconcerned about everything (AC being cold, FLATS NOT HEELS!) He’s astonished that it’s already your one year anniversary, and the fact you guys will start a family soon …

(so much love from Hoshi)

Originally posted by mountean


Out of these 6, Seungkwan would be the most shocked to hear the big news. His reaction would also be the most different if you were married compared to dating. If you were dating he would probably be more horrified than anything else and it would take him several minutes to get over the shock enough to ask you if you should marry him. On the other hand, if you two were already married he would like a jpeg image for a few seconds before picking up his phone and making a dramatic and cheesy social media announcement that would make you both blush and cringe. Oh your twins had an interesting father…..

Originally posted by kihyons


This boy would be so excited. He wants four kids so your pregnancy with twins would mean he was halfway to fulfilling his lifelong dream ^^. Anyway, apart from that he would be so excited to start a family with you and if you weren't married already he would definitely either propose on the spot or seriously consider doing so. If you were already married he would immediately start going into a baby buying frenzy and fill your house full of things to welcome the two new babies.

(Credit: http://camera-seventeen.tumblr.com/post/123805810633/seventeens-dad-scoups-discusses-how-many-kids-he)

Happy Chinese New Year!!!!!!!!!!1 

Also aren’t we productive?? two posts in one day and there will be more if you guys send in asks ^^

- Sarang (and J18)

anonymous asked:

Omgggg! Might you consider drawing more trans Striders or maybe any character you have a headcannon for being trans? Your art gives me live!!!!!

i was going to work out but then i kinda just…. drew dave workin out instead (feat some chub heheh) ((and thank u!!! thats real sweet :D))

Hide Away

Characters: Benny Lafitte, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Reader (Y/N)

Pairing: Benny x Reader

Warnings: Bossy reader, scare tactics, grumpy Benny, annoying Winchesters, well it is just fluffy really!

Word count: 1100ish

A/N: So this is written for @faith-in-dean‘s May challenge. The theme was vacation and the prompt was “Am I supposed to be scared now?”

I know I mostly write Dean stuff mixed with a little Cas and Sam but I am trying to branch out a little and I love Benny dearly so my choice of character fell on him.

“You can’t be serious?” Benny followed you with eyes open wide but making sure to keep himself a few steps behind you as if he was afraid you would twirl around and grab him and drag him out of the bunker by force.

“Oh but I am serious Benny! You have stayed cooped up in the bunker ever since you got back from purgatory. You even refuse to go on hunts with me and the boys. To be honest you are worse than Castiel has ever been…” you spoke in a firm tone but you didn’t raise your voice at him.

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