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I Looked For You In All Of Them

Happy birthday Carry On!!! This is half of my contribution to the @carry-on-bday-2017 celebration!!! (The rest will come on the 8th) Please know that I am super sleepy and that this has not been edited XD 

Rating: T

Word Count: 1959

Tags: bar fic, snowbaz, what if Simon never went back to Baz’s house, Reunions, angst, fluff, kisses, this was done in such a rush i apologize, 2 chapters

Summary: What if Simon never went back to Baz’s house after the events of Chapter 61? But what if they met again in a bar years later, not knowing who they really were?Also inspired by the quote: “Then find a thousand men who look exactly like Simon bloody Snow and break each of their hearts in a different way.”

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I found him again last night. He had his curls: bronze, bloody wild, and lying every way other than flat. He had deep blue eyes, a mole dotted above his lip, and a clumsy sunshine smile. It wasn’t luck. Just a terrible coincidence.

I always do this now. I stagger into a bar, drowning in the mistake I made the night before, and I try to find the bloke that looks good and golden and completely wrong for me. So I can make his bloody night, whisper all of the pretty words that never left my tongue, and run off into the darkness with the pieces of his fallen smile and broken heart in the dust. I’m still in love. Or I’m in love with that feeling. The feeling I get when my imagination takes over, and I’m pulling everything from that night, and suddenly the strange face between my hands isn’t so strange anymore. Last night was cracked lips and a rattling cross that burned my throat. It was the smell of something baking or something burning. It was the feeling of fire sparked with electricity. It was him.

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EXO Reaction when you cut your hair and aren’t sure about it

I hope that the anon that got  a haircut feels better about her hair now! I love doing weird things to my hair. Xo, Admin A~

/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/


*Doesn’t notice until he sees you from close* “Jagi did you just… cut your hair? When did this happened? I didn’t even notice… woah… it’s nice”


*Shows you his weird collection of hats* “I love it baobei.. but if you don’t feel good… I can always lend you my amazing hats”


“There’s something different… but I can’t see what… is it the make up? New clothes? Ahh either way you look nice” *Thinking really hard*


“Babe.. why are you worrying about your hair? Anything suits you well, I love it. Now come, let’s show the world how beautiful you are”


“Hell YEAH! Look at you, looking so fly!” *Someone really likes this new style*


*Falls in love all over again* “Woah… I never thought you could become any prettier… jagi… I can’t stop staring at you… wow”


“Please explain me how I’m supposed to keep all the boys away from you!!! You make it so hard, my beautiful girlfriend!” *Someone’s really struggling*


“New haircut hm? Luhan likes it…very much” *Creepy Lulu*


*Gets all serious for a second* “Say that again? Who doesn’t look well? You? That’s impossible… you are flawless… and you better start believing that yourself” *BF goals*


*Graphical description* “Really… pretty. Jagi? Have I told you how much I love you? The way you make me feel every time I see you…” (I love this gif so much I can’t)


“You got a haircut without me! I wanted to have my hair styled like yours! I love it… now I’m going alone to do that to mine!” 


*Pretending to be a fashion judge* “This is definitely something… different… and new… revolutionary…. I like it… yes yes… very much” *He just find you too beautiful*

[Masterlist] [Guideline]

how to drown in the desert; chapter six: the light

a/n: *drum roll* at last - chapter six! hopefully this chapter was more than worth the wait, and it’s a pretty decent word count length too (over 4,000 words), so i hope you guys enjoy it!

as always you can read this fic here on ao3 or here on ffn

and as always if you ever want to make a graphic/edit/fanart ANYTHING inspired by this fic please let me know and tag me in it!! i’d love to see it <3

anyway, without further ado, here is chapter 6: the light

For a few blissful moments after he woke up, Shiro forgot what had transpired the previous night…and then he remembered. His body froze as he blinked the sleep out of his eyes, his fingers feeling exceptionally warm, and he realized they were still laced through Allura’s. He panicked, thinking about how to move without waking her when he caught the soft curve of her lips: the princess had fallen asleep with a smile on her face.

His own face heated up when he thought of the softness of her voice when they had said goodnight. My Paladin.

He dragged his free hand down his face, nearly nicking himself with the edge of the wedding band he wore—fake wedding band. Maybe they were faking this marriage a bit too well, or at least he was. God, what if she suspected him? It would be completely unprofessional, and awkward, and… maybe sort of freeing, to have it all out in the open. Even if she didn’t feel the same—and why would she?—at least he wouldn’t have to hide it anymore.

Shiro shook his head, carefully slipping his hand out of hers, even as her fingers remained curled against the snowy sheets of their bed. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching over as her hair fell in her face, carefully tucking it behind her pointed ears. He almost let his fingers linger, when her eyes fluttered open.

“Shiro?” she said, voice thick with sleep.

He flushed, feeling almost guilty—or at least caught in the act. He cleared his throat. “Good morning, princess.”

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Having a child with Jay would include...

Request: By anonymous: Headcanons of Jay when he becomes a dad? Like when the s/o is pregnant, the baby is born and when the baby grows?

Warnings: morning sickness, pregnancy, birth? It’s just mentioning it’s not graphic or anything 

(Not my gif)

Originally posted by fangirl--of-everything

Jay hasn’t really ever thought about having kids before, so when you tell him you’re pregnant, he’s in shock.

He recovers pretty quickly and gets excited, but he’s still a bit nervous. He’s not sure if he’ll be a good dad or not.

He tries to not stress you out or get too protective while you’re pregnant, but he still makes sure you and the baby are healthy and happy.

Jay might complain, but he’s willing to go out at three in the morning to get you ice cream and pickles if that’s what you want.

He comes to every single appointment you make with the doctor.

Jay is on the fence on whether he wants a boy or a girl, he decides it doesn’t really matter. It’s still his kid and he’s gonna love it no matter what.

He wakes up anytime you have morning sickness. He’s always there to hold your hair back if needed and has your toothbrush and some water waiting.

Evie and Carlos are made godmother and godfather.
This is probably a mistake, Evie is already spoiling your child and they’re still in the womb.
Carlos is going off on all the different things he’s going to teach your kid.

Jay is there in the room with you when you deliver, he lets you crush his hand if it helps, barely registering it while he talks to you calmly.

The first time he holds your guys child he’s already in love, he makes a vow then and there to be the best dad he can be.

anonymous asked:

So you have that "where do I start to become Rafa trash" post..... can I request a similar crash course in Jordan Fisher??

*cracks knuckles* this is what i was born to do. Leggo: 

Originally posted by alexanderhamllton

Jordan William Fisher (aka this flirty munchkin) is a 22 year old singer, dancer and actor. He’s most known for his roles in Grease Live, Hamilton and the Teen Beach Movies. With that said, let’s get into details: 

Music: First threat of the triple threat that is JFish. He always sang, but he started professionally in 2015, when he signed with Hollywood Records (yep, Disney’s record label). He released a christmas song, a self-titled EP in august 2016, and he’s planning on releasing his first album later this year. BUT, he also was on soundtracks such as Teen Beach Movie, Moana and many special songs for Disney and Disney Channel, all links below. 

you can also find content of his on many (MANY) radio station channels on youtube, with cover and acoustic versions, I can make a whole post with my favorites if you want. 

Television: Oh, this one is kinda short, but so worth it. J did a few roles on TV, in which most of them he sang, you cn see them all listed below. 

Movies & Games: Yep, games too. He was: 

Broadway: He made his debut this year in Hamilton, as John Laurens/Phillip Hamilton, the purest babies we all know and love. Below you can find a few audios I got. 

this is basically it, there you have your Jordan Fisher starter pack. There’s much more on youtube and instagram to check out <3 

RebelCaptain Fan Fiction Recs!

I know everyone and their father’s brother’s nephew’s cousin’s former roommate has done a Fan Fiction rec, but I wanted to get some of my favorites out there! This is going to be a long post, so bear with me. (I tried to find as many of the author’s Tumblrs if I can, but sometimes I couldn’t! Let me know if I missed them!)

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    DO YOU LIKE BOYS WHO REFUSE TO DIE? do you like apparent jock-party-boy stereotypes that secretly have a heart of gold? are you a fan of over-protective older siblings who would fight you for looking at their brother wrong? how about boys who would probably break into your house to pet your dog? then allow me to introduce this blog for one davey jones of the webcomic maggot boy, as written by cat! for the low, low price of NOTHING, you can watch the undead disaster that is davey unfold as he does his best. follow today for more softcore undead vigilante antics!

How Would They Fist You ?

•• If fisting is NOT something you can/like to read, then please don’t look any further as this is what the entire post is about. ••

** And for anyone who doesn’t know what fisting is, it’s when your partner puts their entire hand, all the way up to their wrist, inside the vagina or ass and pump in and out. When done with the right amount of care and lube, it can feel absolutely amazing for the right people.

Of course every one of the boys would be extremely careful when attempting this act , but I will write it out for each one.


This is the Hoseok and Jimin edition.

Jimin :

I feel he’d be pretty excited to try something new with you. He’d have everything prepared and ready for when the time came. He’d make sure you were completely sure you wanted to go through with it, before setting you up in a comfortable position.

Jimin would definitely take things slow, taking his time with fingering you open to the right size. He’d pleasure you at the same time too, curling his fingers against just the right spots until he got up to five. He’d listen to whatever you wanted him to do after his fist was inside. You wanted it fast and hard? He would pound into you. You wanted it slow and teasing? He’ll drag his arm in and out of you at the slowest pace.

Hoseok :

Hobi another one of them dirty talkers. The entire time he’s stretching you open for the real thing he wouldn’t stop talking. “You like that baby?” And “God, already so stretched open..” would be rasped out in his absolutely wrecked voice. Seeing you writher and squirm and whine with three of his fingers deep inside of you would do the unthinkable to him.

Getting to the actual fun part, Hoseok wouldn’t even be able to control himself. He’d groan out low breathy ‘fuck’s as soon as his knuckles popped in and he could begin twisting his wrist and exploring the inside. He’d bend over the back of you and kiss over your shoulders, whispering into your ears how hot you were and how good you were being for him.

Damn Hobi calm down b4 I show up on yo doorstep bae.

neville, and lush bath bombs: a drabble side to my fic project.
Neville’s got kind of a cold house; the floorboards are chilly to bare feet, which is exactly the way he prefers to walk, consciously feeling them under his chubby toes when he wanders along to the kitchen to make up a cup of hot chocolate in his mother’s old Cookie Monster mug or a cup of tea in a mug from his visit to Baltimore. 

Lee isn’t so much used to it, and yelps slightly when he leaves the safe carpeting of Neville’s room; not only does it have its own carpeting, but the layers of Neville’s folded-up clothes that don’t have enough wardrobe space in his child-sized closet. He hadn’t meant to wake Neville, but his boyfriend stirs anyway, stretching out, fists bumping his bedstead as he groans, never used to the morning haze.

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Lee says lightly. 

“It’s okay,” Neville mumbles, wiping his eyes as he sits up; he wears a pair of cotton shorts and either a varsity hoodie or slightly too-big graphic T-shirt from Redbubble to bed, and Lee’s pretty smitten with the way he looks, all fluffy hair and round corners - though Lee would be smitten any which way Neville came. “I should make some breakfast and get ready for school.” 

“I should make breakfast,” Lee argues, scratching at his midriff; he has a gathering of dark hair there and Neville struggles not to look. “Since I crashed here. Unexpectedly.” 

Neville blushes. “Only cus I needed you here, so I’ll make it.” This is fine by Lee, in the end; he’s a disaster in the kitchen, whereas Neville treats it like a waltz: he’s dressed and wearing his Vans by the time he gets round to it so that he doesn’t slip on the tiles, spreading a hearty layer of raspberry jam over Lee’s toast. “I’m really sorry about yesterday…”

“Don’t be,” Lee shrugs. “If you’re upset - I mean, that’s what I’m here for. That, and cracking great tunes.” He leans in to nip a kiss at Neville’s jaw. “On a scale of one to Miss Trunchbull, how much is your Gran gonna kill you when I’m gone?”

“She’s just going to do the judgmental look all day,” Neville reckons; Lee finishes making his coffee by adding a touch of milk, adding a little and some sugar to Neville’s mug of tea. 

“You have such an organised breakfast,” Lee marvels. “Mostly at home we just pour cereal and try and shovel it before we have to go to school, which is why it helps that I can drive. Not that the school like me parking a truck, but they can get fucked; I’ll park wherever I damn want to.” Neville lets out a giggle - he’s been thoroughly enjoying watching the interesting unravelling of Lee’s Pickup Truck At School Chronicles, after all - and grabs a plate for the toast and one for his scone, which he butters lovingly before he even sits down.

“I feel sick if I don’t eat in the morning,” he says, finally taking a seat on one of the stools in the kitchen, a gleaning marble modern marvel of modern architecture and his Gran’s bulging wallet. He’s got a cheese scone, slightly dry because it’s yesterday’s, but it’s buttered to the hilt and scatters crumbs when he takes a bite. He switches on the television, too, quietly, his eyes scanning the marquee headlines.

“Where’s your Gran?” Lee asks.

“She’s never up before I go to school. She likes to sleep.” 

“So - you’re alone in the morning?” Lee pauses for a moment, seeming to reel in what Neville’s never noticed so much before. “Fuck, Nev, I’ll drive over here to eat toast with you every morning if you want.” 

Neville flushes all red - “no! I’m fine, I’m fine, I really am, yesterday was just a one-off, I wasn’t feeling too good…” - and he tilts his head away from Lee, dark hair curtaining his eyes. 

“I’m your boyfriend, Nev. I want you to be able to rely on me, and I’m pretty sure I’ve twigged that you don’t like having to rely on me so much, but if that’s what you need, that’s what I’m here for, alright? Maybe later we can work on building you up for a little more independence if that’s what you want, but right now - just let me help you?” Lee reaches over, and their hands graze. “And if that means some more awesome sleepovers, so be it.”

“Okay,” Neville mumbles, taking another bite of scone before resting his head on Lee’s shoulder; he’s never felt as comfortable as he does tucked into all Lee’s nooks and crannies, and he’d spend the whole day just wrapped around Lee like a wiry cat if he could (though, of course, a cat with a rather fluffy belly). “I’m sorry; I just wish I could - be me, but…”

“If you’re not there, you’re not there. It’s okay to have not okay days. We can deal with these.” Lee kisses into the top of Neville’s head; his hair smells of the shampoo he used yesterday, fruity and floral. “Mm. You smell like… a Lush store.”

Neville giggles. “I’ve still got some bath bombs.”

“If it weren’t so damn gay, I’d say we should have a bath together,” Lee says, and Neville lets the irony of the statement past because he’s sure it’s intended; Lee usually doesn’t say something he doesn’t mean or has subconsciously thought through like a new-budded Tennessee Williams. 

“Maybe,” Neville says slowly, trying to avoid the swirl of thoughts in his own head, “we should.” 

Lee bursts into laughter, the way that Neville loves it, and their fingers loop, warm and slightly nervous because they’ve got no idea what this is, the way their stomachs jump and brim with fireworks - it’s so new, fresh, and wonderful; and, honestly, Neville sometimes wishes he didn’t need Lee like a crutch, but sometimes, Lee’s just all he wants.

anonymous asked:


8. list 5 graphic makers you enjoy seeing graphics from

aaah it’s so hard to choose just five but here are the ones that spring to mind:

@ratinof’s gifs are just so insanely pretty and vibrant and I just love them so much.

@movingdiscourse’s colourings are ,,,, the actual best. I stan them so much.

@doinganap‘s gifset ideas are always great and the execution is amazing and again i just really love her gifs too

@astronautdan‘s edits are gorgeous and he has good, soft colourings and gret ideas

@dannyhowell‘s edits are like ,,,, actual art ,,, I cannot believe how beautiful they are ,,,, I wish I had talent

send me questions about graphic making please? 👀


Clintasha week Day 6: Alternate Universe.
The bodyguard Clint Barton isn’t all too thrilled when he is supposed you must protect to  Hollywood’s most recent darling Natasha Romanoff.
All normal gait. She barely learns of their existence. He thinks he is a spoiled girl more, a pretty face.
But when the life of the young actress danger, The Bodyguard will be able to give his life for her. And to her surprise, she is also able to make that sacrifice by he.

anonymous asked:

Could you make a post about the body language during the porn story? Jared and Misha seem to be cracking up loving it and Jensen always seems so nervous, like, guys, no. Could you talk about how their responses all vary during that story and what it could mean about how they feel about sexuality, their own relationships with each other, and any other thoughts. :)

As Jared sinfully begins his tell, Misha is clearly reliving it, and Jensen is trying his best to shrink away and disappear bc he knows what’s coming, but of course there is amusement in his face. However as he mentions the gay porn, Jensen inflates on himself lol. Covering his eyes he clearly wishes to be anywhere but there. It was worse years ago. I remember it happened in Australia during the shirt auction and when something super gay happened, Jensen practically wanted to run off stage! I made a post about that and added the video of that panel here (X) How far he’s come.

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[1/?] heartbreaking moments: tiny tina mourning roland (borderlands 2)
↳ “You know what? It’s okay. He doesn’t have to go. Not if you don’t want him to. Yeah…keep going!”


marysuepoots FDTD Ships (in no particular order): Seth Gecko + Vanessa Styles
–“How must it feel when everyone in the room knows you’re a whore? I guess I know now.”


“You don’t have to choose everything.” She gripped his hand tightly. “Just… just choose me, and go from there. I can be your starting point.” He relaxed further, as his eyes rested on her. His mouth even quirked upwards. “I think you’re more of my finish line, to be honest.”

How to Drown in the Desert, Chapter 5

krispino  asked:

Gimme a surgeon!bones and physical therapist!jim working together at a hospital AU :3

  • Jim spends an awful lot of time in Bones’ office. Even before they’re really friends. Bones is just reading through a medical report for his next patient when this guy walks in. He doesn’t even knock, he just walks in. “I have a patient who just had a Hamstring Repair surgery in a different hospital and I want you to take a look at him. Don’t think it’s done well.” And Bones looks up from his file at this blond stranger. “Who are you?” “Jim Kirk, physical therapist on floor 2.” Jim says. “Ah,” Bones replies, putting his files down, “why’d I look at one of your patients?” “Because I’m asking. Thanks, I appreciate it!” Jim says, and he’s off just like that. Bones just thinks he’s not gonna go check out this patient. This is ridiculous, and it’s not according to the hospital regulation. 
  • But he does check up on that patient’s records, and Jim’s right. Something had gone wrong, and so Bones schedules a surgery. It goes fine. Jim’s in his office a lot more afterwards. Bones finds it annoying, the peace and quiet from his office gone because of this stranger invading his private space. Bones starts doubting if Jim ever works, so he goes and visit him at floor 2. 
  • And Jim’s definitely at work. He’s standing over a guy, helping him bend his knees properly, and he’s talking sweet yet firm encouragements at him to keep him going. Bones finds himself shamelessly staring at the way Jim works. It’s the kind of post-surgery profession Bones doesn’t really get to see a lot. Bones takes them out of their life threatening positions, but Jim is the one actually turning them back to their old selves. Jim catches him staring, and he throws him a grin. “C’m here,” he says, gesturing Bones over, and Bones shakes his head. “No thanks.” “Come here,” Jim insists, and Bones finally walks over. “Mr Sulu, this is the doctor who performed the repair surgery on you.” Jim explains, patting Bones’ shoulder, and Sulu slowly sits up straight. “Thank you,” he says, and he’s shaking Bones’ hand and Bones smiles awkwardly. He’s really not usually personally involved with patients. “Well,” Bones starts, “Jim’s the one who’s gotta help you get back to normal.”
  • And Bones is lying on the couch in the break room. His feet hurt from standing during a 4-hour surgery and he doesn’t want to move, not even when someone else sits on the couch near his feet. “What’s up, Doc?” Jim asks, and Bones replies mostly in a groan. Mindlessly, Jim’s hands fold around Bones’ feet and he puts his feet on his own lap. Bones almost jerks his own feet away but Jim doesn’t budge. “Let me,” Jim says, “it’s my job.” and Bones lets him. It’s instantly relaxing when Jim massages his feet, the strain in his feet just slowly easing away and he’s pretty sure he just falls asleep for a while right there.
  • Jim and Bones just spending time together in Bones’ office. They often talk about nonsense, they watch TV, sometimes they even study together quietly. Jim pulls Bones down to his floor to meet the patients Bones saves, or just people he likes in general. And when Sulu’s back to his old self he leaves a bouquet of flowers for both Jim and Bones in Bones’ office, and a box of chocolates. Jim eats most of them.
  • “Just let me take a look at you,” Jim argues when they walk out of the hospital together. Bones is limping just a little because he twisted it over the weekend but Bones shakes his head. “No, I’m fine. I’m just gonna do groceries and then take a nap, I’ll be fine.” “Okay well, at least let me join you because I gotta do groceries too.”
  • And they’re still discussing a big surgery Bones is scheduled to perform tomorrow which is a pretty graphic discussion about human intestines, and Jim is making jokes while waving a packet of spaghetti at him and damn it Jim this is a patient’s life we’re talking about, but Bones laughs anyway, and they only stop when Sulu approaches them. He’s holding a little girl’s hand and a basket with groceries in the other, and he thanks them both again for enabling him to go hiking with his daughter in the summer and both Jim and Bones are briefly speechless. But then Jim’s like: “Yeah don’t worry about it, we’re here to save daddies like yourself.” and Bones smiles and agrees. And Sulu looks to his daughter and he says “Look, these are the two doctors who fixed daddy.” “Are you two married too?” Demora asks and both Jim and Bones are instantly like what? No. We’re not together. That’s crazy. And Sulu raises an eyebrow. “I thought you two were dating.” “No, no, that’s not a thing,” Bones says, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “I mean, we could be a thing,” Jim counters. “But we’re not,” Bones repeats, and Sulu excuses himself, thanks them again, and they’re just out of there. “Bones, did you ever think about us being a thing?” Jim asks and Bones feels like dying because why here? “What? No. Of course not. Why?” “I have,” Jim says so bluntly that Bones doesn’t even know how to respond other than: “Okay.” “Okay? That’s your response? “Okay”, what does that mean?” Jim asks, and he opens his mouth to discuss that, because God, does Jim want to discuss everything. So when Jim’s about to protest, Bones just leans in to kiss him. And it catches Jim completely off guard. Even when he pulls away, Jim looks at loss for words. “Okay.” Bones repeats, and Jim nods slowly, lips tugging into a grin. “Okay.” He agrees, before kissing him again, shamelessly, in the vegetable isle. 
Love Under the Egyptian Sun Part 1

Commission for Uss-Sassy: Pairing request. I chose Bill/Harry.

Summary: A/B/O verse. Harry Potter was not your typical omega. For one thing, he did not dream of a strong alpha to mount him and take care of him. He was independent and strong headed in the way many omegas his age weren’t. So what he’s a male carrier and supposedly a blessing from the Gods above? No amount of pretty words and expensive gifts were going to make him submit.

At least…that was how it was before he met Bill Weasley; the adventurous alpha with a big smile and a bigger heart.

Warnings: Graphic sexual content in later chapters.

Other Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, knotting, courting, fluff, possessive behavior, power imbalances, omega biology, porn, anal sex, rimming, mpreg, self-lubrication.

I will add more warnings as the fic goes on.

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anonymous asked:

Can you please do fluffy solangelo first date and they have there first kiss

and a million years later….I’m back. So a pretty long fic for you :) Hope you enjoy!

Nico didn’t know what he was thinking when he agreed to go out with Will.

Not because they were both guys. Nico had gotten fairly used to the concept of homosexuality, what with Austin making inappropriate (and a bit too graphic, in Nico’s opinion) comments about who he had a chance to hook up with at camp. Though he nearly had a stroke when Will told him what hooking up meant.

Four months at camp, actually socializing, had brought him up to date with the growing acceptance towards different sexualities. Acceptance at camp was even better, and Nico would always be grateful for that.

But going out on a date with Will Solace? That was less of a sexuality crisis and more of an irrational bundle of nervousness. Because, Hades, Nico had a huge crush on Will. And however much he prayed to all the gods that things would work out, he couldn’t help but think that his fate was worse than even Percy Jackson’s.

But he still found himself waiting for Will at the docks. Though he needed several minutes of calming down from Jason, and some motivation from Piper’s charmspeak. It was kind of embarrassing really. Nico really needed to maintain some of his dignity.

“Hey, Death Boy!”

The familiar voice made Nico jump out of his growingly insane feelings of self-doubt.

“Don’t call me that, Solace,” Nico turned back and craned his neck up to look at Will. “You’re late.”

The son of Apollo had finally changed out of his scrubs into a faded camp shirt and a worn pair of shorts which looked even older than Nico. He looked even more disheveled than usual, with his rumpled hair and ancient clothes and bright blue flip flops. It sent Nico’s heart into a beating frenzy. It was almost annoying.

Will huffed and settled down comfortably next to Nico, leaning into him. “I had to choose between flip flops and sneakers. It was a horribly difficult decision. But then I realised we were meeting near a water body, so flip flops, duh.”

Nico was suddenly very well aware of Will’s hand resting close to his hip, causing goosebumps to run up his arm at the heat of the closeness. “Glad to know you’re making life changing decisions again.”

Seriously, if Will came any more near him, Nico would probably burn up.

Will nudged him with his shoulder. “Glad to know your sarcasm isn’t dead yet.”

Nico let out a huff of laughter and turned his gaze back to the lake. “So.”


They sat uncomfortably, Nico twiddling his thumbs while he waited for Will to say something. This was not natural. He suddenly felt really awkward.

Clearing his throat, he asked the first question he could think of. “What do people usually do on dates?”

Wow di Angelo, Nico groaned internally, great question.

“Uh,” Will furrowed his eyebrows, looking thoughtfully across the water. “I’m no expert. But, um, talk? Just do whatever, I guess?”

“Like sitting really close to your date?” Nico smirked and looked pointedly at where their shoulders were touching.

“What?” Will looked confusedly at Nico and then followed Nico’s gaze. Blushing furiously, he took his arm back - Nico wasn’t sure whether to relieved or annoyed - and jumped aside, creating an unfortunate space between them. “Sorry, sorry! I should have asked! Gods, I’m such an idiot. I’m really, really-”

Nico’s heart skipped a beat as he watched Will’s face grow redder, his motioning becoming akin to flailing. Hades, Will was adorable.

“Will, stop,” Nico laughed, grabbing Will’s wrist mid-air, “I was joking.

Will stared at him wide-eyed, and then at Nico’s hand on his wrist.

“Oh.” An unsure smile made his way across Will’s face and Nico thanked every god in Olympus that no one could hear the squealing currently ringing in his brain.

Will rolled his eyes. “Don’t say that then! I was actually enjoying the proximity!”

Now it was Nico’s turn to roll his eyes. “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“You never fail to remind me.”

“Just come over here, Solace.” Nico pulled Will towards him. Will obliged and threw an arm over Nico’s shoulder, grinning cheekily.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“Watching you get all worked up? Of course!”

Nico smiled and shook his head exasperatedly. It was still weird to him. The idea that someone was bantering with him, teasing him, touching him, and even more confusing - that Nico was completely fine with it. He exhaled slowly and leaned in to rest his head on Will’s shoulder. It was instinctive. It felt natural. Suddenly he wasn’t so worried about the whole idea of dating.

Will sighed next to him, resting his cheek against Nico’s unruly hair and they both fell into a comfortable silence. This was okay, Nico thought, he could do this.

“You didn’t come by the infirmary today.”

Nico shifted closer to Will. “Yeah, I had archery practice with Chiara and Damien.”

Will let out a huff of laughter, his breath tickling Nico’s skin. “Chiara must have pulverised you two.”

Nico rolled his eyes and lifted his head to elbow Will playfully. “Your faith in me is flattering.”

Will shrugged and grinned. “I’m just glad no one got hurt.”

“You’re lucky. Because Damien looked ready to kill someone.”

Will hummed. “Doesn’t he always? I’m hoping you were the one who stopped him from doing anything stupid.”

“And miss the drama? Please. I enjoyed it. Both of them were bickering and Chiara said some nasty things in Italian. It was hilarious. Unfortunately, there was no bloodshed.”

Will snorted and stared at him amusedly. “You’re a monster.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Nico rolled his eyes. Pulling at his shirt collar irritably, he squinted at the evening sun. “Why’s it so hot? Your dad needs to calm down.”

Will raised an eyebrow at him. “Looks like you need some cooling down.”

And then Will pushed Nico into the lake.

Flailing and spurting water from his mouth, Nico broke to the surface, his icy wet clothes sticking to him uncomfortably, and conjured up the worst glare he could. “What the fuck, Solace?”

Will was sitting on his haunches, grinning smugly. “Feeling better, Death Boy?”

Nico glared as hard as he could, pushing wet strands of hair away from his eyes. “You really don’t know what’s good for you.”

He reached out and grabbed Will’s arm and pulled as hard as he could, watching that smug smile morph into panic as Will hit the water with a loud splash. Nico howled with laughter as Will gasped, his thick blonde curls now sticking onto his face, covering his eyes.

“G-gods of Olympus,” Will stammered, his blue eyes widening comically. “I-it’s so c-cold.”

Nico raised an eyebrow. “You should have thought of that before pushing me.”

Still shivering, Will narrowed his eyes at him. “Ooh, you are so dead, di Angelo.”

He pushed forward and splashed water on a still laughing Nico, sending him back, spluttering. Gasping, he wiped the water off his face, staring incredulously at a smirking Will. A slow smile grew on Nico’s face as he slowly made his way towards Will.

“Oh, it’s on, William.” And he dunked Will’s head under the water.

Nico lost track of time after that. There was splashing and jumping and lots and lots of swearing, and Nico had never felt more alive. Will was leaning against the slimy wood of the dock, trying to catch his breath, Nico right beside him. Still laughing softly, Nico looked at the boy next to him and he couldn’t help the surge he felt in his heart.

It wasn’t about Will’s beauty. That was never important to Nico. It was the fact that the boy next to him, the bright and happy son of Apollo, was with him, was there for him, making him happy, making him laugh, easing a feeling out of Nico that he’d missed so much in the last four years. He watched as Will brushed his hair out of his face, leaning his head against the wooden pillar with his eyes closed. Nico fought the urge to draw his fingers down that serene face, tracing those features, memorising them till he had that feeling traced into his hand.

Instead, he splashed water on Will’s face, effectively shaking him out of his trance.

“You aren’t sleeping out on me, are you?”

Will smiled and stretched out his limbs. “Don’t worry, Death Boy. You’re not that boring.”

He squinted at Nico, probably assessing his health, the dork. “But we should get out or we’ll catch a cold.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “You and your health crazy brain.”

But he still turned around and pushed himself onto the dock. Will pulled up next to him, water spilling from his clothes as he did. Shaking out the cramps in his limbs, Nico sat next to Will, his legs outstretched in front of him.

“Well, that was fun!” Will beamed at Nico, trying to wring the water out of shirt.

Nico smiled and gazed out at the setting sun. “Yeah, I guess.”

Will snorted and shoved his shoulder lightly. “You’re allowed to have fun, Neeks. No need to keep it all inside.”

Nico’s smile faltered a little. He turned his head and looked Will in the eye. “I’m not. Keeping it all inside. I’m really happy, Will. Thank you.”

Will smiled back at him and moved his hand over Nico’s squeezing slightly. “What are friends for?”

Nico’s lips quirked up at that. “Friends?”

“Uh,” Will blushed and looked away from Nico hurriedly. “Boyfriends, then?”

Nico squeezed Will’s hand back. “Sounds good to me.”

A smile slowly grew on Will’s lowered face, the blush on his cheeks spreading to his neck. He looked up at Nico shyly, the unusual expression on Will’s face sending a thrill through Nico.

“Please don’t kill me,” he whispered and leaned forward to press a kiss to Nico’s cheek. Suddenly, Nico’s face was aflame, the skin on his cheek burning under soft lips. But just as quickly, Will was pulling away, pointedly avoiding Nico’s gaze.

“That wasn’t much of a kiss, Solace,” Nico gulped, moving closer so their thighs were touching. Will turned towards him wide-eyed, his blue eyes flitting from Nico’s eyes to his mouth. Nico gulped again and reached out to the crook of Will’s neck and pulled him towards him.

Thinking back on it, the kiss had been terrible. They were both awkward, their noses crashed together painfully, Nico’s elbow was pressing into Will’s ribs and their mouths were a fumbling mess. But it had been perfect. Will’s drying curls tickled Nico’s cheek, a stray drop dripped onto Nico’s face, his fingers played at the collar of Nico’s shirt and it was electrifying.

But too soon, it was over and Will was pulling back to rest his forehead against Nico’s. Nico’s eyes were still closed, his brain still trying to process the emotions exploding in his mind. He slowly opened them and met with Will’s intense gaze staring at him. In awe, Nico realised. Will was staring at him the same way he probably was right then. Awe.

Will pulled back hesitantly and licked his lips. “That was…” He cleared his throat.

“Amazing,” Nico agreed, his voice barely a whisper.

Will nodded next to him and moved to rest his head on Nico’s shoulder. Instinctively, Nico’s hand reached up to his hair, tangling and weaving through the wet locks. They sat there in silence, watching the sky become darker. Nico didn’t mind that they’re clothes were wet and that the wooden planks were suddenly too hard or that the air was getting chillier. Everything was beautiful.

Finally, Nico cleared his throat. “We should go. It’s almost time for dinner.”

“Wait!” Will placed a hand on Nico’s leg. “Watch the sunset with me?”

Smiling, Nico nodded and let Will wrap an arm around his waist. And Nico had never felt happier.

I’m going to work with Tibetan refugees for a month this Diwali :)

Mob Choir 99

I really really love Mob psycho 100 opening, the lyrics are so good and at first glance it looks like the song is only about mob but i love how it makes reference to other characters too, like: 

Fake smiles…laser beams! that’s dimple

Can’t read the mood… demon rush! that’s shigeo/onigawara (since oni rush is the name of onigawara’s special move)  

Self-doubt…psycho wave! that’s teruki

Love exorcism graphic! that’s reigen

I pretty much interpret the lyrics as if each time that the chorus repeats it’s refering to teruki, ritsu and shigeo, in that order:

If everyone is not special, maybe you can be what you want to be (…) it’s ok to not be special

Teruki felt like he was the chosen one for having psychic powers, and then being at peace with himself, that he is an average person. (tbh i might be very wrong here since the sequence in the opening in this part of the lyrics saying “your life is your own, ok? it’s ok to not be special” shows ritsu under the gaze of mob and then being ripped apart by a fucking cactus so yeah, but then again after that it shows teruki lol i read into it too much , let’s keep going )

This whole paragraph as I interpret it, it’s refering to ritsu:

If everyone is so special, maybe you can’t be what you want to be. Even if you breed falseness and contempt..Your life is your own, ok? Would being special make you feel ok? Everyone will surely find their own answers.

His inferiority complex and fear for not having psychic powers, also how he was an accomplice in kamuro’s plan of “cleaning” the school 

And this is my favorite part of the lyrics:

If you can notice you are not alone, maybe you will find your own answer. If you are burdened by strife and  hatred.. Your life is your own, ok? It’s ok to run away!  If you are capable of it, it won’t be a mistake.

If you read the manga you know what that means 

Sorry for the long post i love to analyze song lyrics, have a nice day and share your thoughts with me!