holding up traffic

There’s a reason complete strangers keep mistaking Sherlock and John for a couple.

Sherlock, being Sherlock, always notices it when people are checking John out. He dislikes it. It makes him feel…panicked. However, John disapproves of him making rude deductions at unsuspecting strangers, so Sherlock has to find a subtler way to deal with such outrageous affronts.

Sherlock leans in close to talk to John, touches his arm to get his attention, smiles at him in a smitten way, steals food off his plate: all those behaviours he has observed in romantic couples. It is excellent; The dull cretins oogling his John invariably sighs in defeat (”Why are all the good ones taken and/or gay?”) and refrains from making any further moves. 

John never notices. After all, Sherlock acts like this all the time, and John is remarkably unobservant.

Then Sherlock and John actually get together, and Sherlock comes to the pleasant realisation that it is no longer necessary for him to be subtle. So the next time a young barista twirls her hair and draws an anatomically-incorrect heart on John’s coffee cup, Sherlock wraps a possessive arm around John, presses a kiss to his hair, and glares at the offending barista over John’s head. 

John turned around, smiling.

“What was that for?”

“You’re very attractive,” Sherlock said primly, all innocence.

John chuckled and slipped his hand into Sherlock’s, and they walked out of the cafe sipping their drinks.

“You know,” sip, “you react to competition like a twelve year old girl.”

Sherlock’s coffee burnt his tongue. He spit it out, spluttering. 

“What are you talking about?”

“I mean this,” John demonstrated by stroking a hand down Sherlock’s arm exaggeratedly, “and this,” he leans up to breathe heavily into Sherlock’s ear.

“I thought you didn’t notice.”

“Yeah, not at first. But then that time at the Dancing Dragon you stole all the broccoli off my plate while glaring aggressively at the woman at the counter. And you don’t even like broccoli.”

Sherlock frowned heavily, reading to commence the world’s greatest sulk. But John was still talking.

“That’s when I realised,” John stopped and turned to face Sherlock fully, “that you wouldn’t really mind if I just-” 

John put his free hand on Sherlock’s shoulder and snogged him full on the mouth, right there on the busy pavement. Morning commuters swerved to avoid the two of them, stoically ignoring them in that fine London tradition. He could hold up the traffic for once, Sherlock thought dizzily. Mycroft did it all the time.

“Anyway,” said John, clearing his throat and rolling back on his heels. “Just wanted you to know. Don’t get your knickers in a twist. You don’t have any competition. But if you still feel like snogging me in odd places, that’s fine with me.”

“At crime scenes?”

“Not at crime scenes.”

“But you just said-”

“Got to draw the line somewhere, Sherlock.”

~end~


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Some more cute au's for all your otp needs

“We take a dance class together and our next routine calls for partnerwork, and we got put togeth-STop standing on my foot!” AU

“We live in adjacent apartments and our bedrooms are on opposite sides of a very thin wall and one night I heard you crying and talked to you through the wall” AU

“We live in adjacent apartments and one day I accidentally knocked a hole in the wall and into your living room I’m really sorry oh my god you’re naked” AU

“We’re both cosplayers and we somehow always manage to meet each other at cons dressed as a popular ship and people want photos of us in compromising positions and oops now we’re kissing” AU

“We sat next to each other during a really sad film and now we’re sharing tissues silently whilst we cry at the cinema” AU

“You and I both got arrested for holding up traffic to let a duck with ducklings cross the road and now we’re in the same holding cell” AU

“I was on my balcony playing music and you were walking past and stopped to listen because it’s your favourite band too” AU

“We bonded on the train through our mutual exasperation at another spiderman reboot” AU

“I just came out of surgery and I’m convinced you’re my partner but you’re the just the long suffering (and super hot) trainee nurse” AU

Becoming The Person You Needed Me To Be.

Request from anon:Hey, could you do a Bucky x Reader where at a young age you get a vison of your soul mate. The Reader saw Bucky as the Winter Soldier and has been afraid of him. When they do meet Bucky tries to show her he is not him anymore because he has been waiting for her since he was a child and the vision he saw of her has help him get through tough times.

Note: This is my first ever soulmate fic so I have nooooo idea if it is any good or if it is what the anon was looking for but, as you can tell by the length of it (lol!), I had so much fun with it so I really hope you all enjoy it :)

Bucky x Reader (Soulmate AU)

Words: 2,602

Warnings: Visions of violence, mention of injuries and death, angst and then some fluff! Think that is all - if I have missed anything please let me know.

Disclaimer: GIF used is mine <3

Soulmates.

Every single person across the world had one and no one ever felt complete until they had found one another. A task of which most took on with a sense of hopefulness and excitement. Some people even dedicated every minute of their daily life to finding the one who belonged to them…which would explain why so many people found themselves unemployed at the moment given that they didn’t want to think about anyone other than the one they were destined to be with.

But not you.

Where others would love the images that invaded their mind of the person they needed to find you dreaded even falling asleep on a night because of the ones that came to you. Nothing you saw was positive in any way and it certainly didn’t have you wanting to find the man involved either. Everything that ran through your mind in regards to your so-called soulmate was the foundations of a bloodcurdling nightmare.

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Crash & Burn

THANK YOU FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS! I actually reached it on Lance’s birthday, but I was posting something else to celebrate for that, so here’s my celebratory fic for this.

I don’t know why writing AUs has been my jam lately, but I… decided it’s been too long since I threw some angst your way. So… the majority of my upcoming writing is angsty. Oops. This is the first of two parts, by the way, and it’s a college AU unrelated to my others. Catch it on AO3 if you prefer to read stuff there all my other writing goes up there, too.

Summary: When Keith’s car breaks down, he has to resort to calling Lance to help him out, since everyone else is busy. Keith is suprised that Lance is actually willing to help, but then… he doesn’t show up.

Or the one where Lance gets into a car accident while coming to help Keith, and it’s actually not his fault.


Keith was beginning to think that the universe hated him.

Sure, everybody gets bad luck, but his life was just getting ridiculous at this point.

Of course the car had to break down. Keith was only using it because his motorcycle had stopped working last week, so the old pickup was all he had. And of course everyone else was busy. Then again, that’s why he’d chosen to run errands that night. Because all his friends had plans.

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Yugioh Dark Side of Dimensions

- FINALLY

- I wore my Yugioh Abridged t-shirt (that says “I challenge you to a children’s card game”) and I have 0 regrets

- Seto Kaiba has a freaking space tower

- Kaiba painstakingly made a digital version of Atem this is canon

- Kaiba sassing that the hair was the hardest part to render.

- Saying that girls are attracted to Bakura because of the accent

- Joey’s dream where he confusedly says the blimp is not his pillow, and then Kaiba shows up and “You’re not my pillow either!”

- Kaiba and Yugi don’t even bat an eye at weird mystical shit happening to them anymore they just roll with it

- Kaiba’s deadpan ”Wow. You must really hate dragons.” In fact Kaiba’s sass in general.

- Also Kaiba proving once again that he is anime Tony Stark because Tony would also stage a fake plane crash just to show off some tech.

- Yugi is a precious empathetic baby and I love him.

- Mokuba being super casual about the fact that his brother is dramatically holding up traffic just to talk to his not-friend.

- Yugi getting to be a badass on his own

- The emotion in Kaiba’s voice when Yugi willingly finishes the puzzle for him.

- Yugi understanding that overdramatic tournaments and duels are just Kaiba’s way of coping with his emotions.

- And in the end, Kaiba is the one to hint that he and Yugi should team up to take down the final boss and Kaiba is the one to sacrifice himself because he had faith in Yugi and the Pharaoh. 

- Did I mention that cynical jerkass allergic-to-friendship Kaiba was the one who had faith in Atem when the others didn’t?

- “You have your bond with him, and I have mine.”

- We thought this was a movie about Kaiba being a crazy obsessive jerkass but it turned out to be the movie where Seto Kaiba finally learned how to friendship.

- Atem not even being phased when Kaiba walks into his palace in another dimension like he freakin knew Kaiba would find a way to get to him

- In conclusion: Seto Kaiba still top anime bae. Prideshipping everywhere. I cannot wait to get this on dvd and watch it 50 more times. A++ would fangirl again.

PSA in dealing with blindness or the partially sighted

So those who know me know I lost my vision at 14 due to some freak immune system issues (I’ve talked about it on here) but that I still function. In fact, if I didn’t tell you I had a giant hole where your face is, you’d never know it, but I do. Because I have one foot in the world of the sight, having been extremely visual as a person, and one world in that of the visually impaired because of the extreme flux in my visual acuity, I feel like I can give you some useful tips, if you ever need to help a visually impaired person, or someone who is completely blind.

1. Don’t just help.

This is the biggest fucking issue. The fact is if I’m using my cane, I’m looking for things on the ground that are landmarks to my location. Which means if you suddenly open the door for me without saying anything and my cane can’t find it, I become extremely disoriented. ALWAYS GIVE AN AUDITORY CLUE THAT YOU ARE ASSISTING.

This includes you well-meaning but completely idiotic people who stop at intersections and then wave the blind pedestrian on. You know who you are. I don’t know, obviously, because I can’t see you, but the people that I’m usually nearby often point this out to me.

2. It’s okay to ask if the person needs assistance.

We may be frustrated but it has nothing to do with you. You won’t hurt our feelings. We don’t like NEEDING help, but that doesn’t mean we don’t need it. Just say “Excuse me, can I help?” But only if it seems a person is lost or confused.

3. Don’t shout at us.

We’re blind. Not deaf. And usually our hearing is our predominant sense. You’ll figuratively blind us by shouting.

4. If a blind person is about to step into something physically dangerous, shout “STOP” with commanding authority. And then be apologetic and humorous afterward. It’s how our cane training is done and so we learn to respond to it.

5. NEVER GRAB A BLIND PERSON.

Offer them your elbow with a verbal cue like “Here’s my arm on your left, if you need it.” The blind person has to govern their own equilibrium, which means they need the flexibility of letting go of you. If you tug them, you also pull them off balance or faster than is comfortable for them to “see” with a cane or foot.

6. Blind people don’t tap the cane for themselves.

The “tap tap” of the cane is usually used only in groups of people to alert you of their coming (though sometimes it is used the brush the cane over uneven terrain that might catch the cane and jab it into our chests). When we walk with a cane, the tip is always aligned to the opposite foot, ACROSS the body diagonally for bodily protection. We then step forward and swipe the cane to the opposite side, along the ground to accurately read the ground a few steps ahead. Tapping the cane actually can remove some of our perception of the land, but we do it for you normies, so you don’t stop dead in front of us and get your ankles bruised by a titanium rod.

7. We obey traffic patterns.

We learn these. And even if we don’t, you aren’t helping us by holding up traffic and honking at us to go ahead and cross. Actually you’re annoying us.

8. Only a small number of visually impaired people are actually COMPLETELY blind.

We are taught to optimize our sight for US. NOT YOU. So if you see a person with a cane who looks completely normal and doesn’t wear sunglasses? Guess what? They’re still partially sighted/legally blind. They’re not less deserving of attention. We wear sunglasses if our eyes are sensitive to sunlight - “photophobia”- like mine. Or we wear them to prevent the embarrassment of the wandering eye. Don’t judge a person’s capability by how they use their cane or their their eyes. Some legally blind people are only blind at night, some at day, some are blind in certain lighting conditions, some can still read with assistance and some can’t visually read at all. There is no uniformity and we optimize for us, not you. You don’t matter. So please don’t do the thing that woman on my flight to LA did and whisper to your friend that you saw me reading my (magnified and adaptive tech phone) and that you’re sure I am only playing blind to get priority boarding. Go fuck yourself with that bullshit.

9. Don’t point.

It really amazes me how many times I’ve said “what’s this?” Or “where’s that?” Only to have someone point. The fuck is wrong with you?

10. Don’t you ever dare touch a service dog unless you believe there is an immediate risk of danger.

11. Proper auditory cues.

You can’t say “it’s at 1 o'clock” for everyone, because guess what guys…not all blind people have seen clock faces! What?! OMG you’re kidding!. Instead give distances in steps, give direction in angles, give directions via landmarks not street signs. I remember one time, my friend Kirsten was asking what a person looked like, and someone said to her, “Well, they’re blond and have a heart shaped face” She said “What’s a heart shape like? And blond is yellow right? That the color of a lemon, right?”

The wrong way: “Oh it’s on Barrett street, about one hundred feet from here, at three o'clock.”

The right way: it’s about fifty paces at a right forty five degree angle from the direction you’re facing, beside a giant open park surrounded by a large metal fence. They may not be able to see the thing, but they can locate things with canes and hands, and get a feel via sound. If you know ground landmarks, like changes in paving, those are also helpful.

12. DONT HAND BLIND PEOPLE A WAD OF CHANGE, you assholes.

Hand them the change first and allow them to put it away, which they do by feel. Then hand them the bills sequentially by denominations so that they can fold and stow these bills in the way that helps them keep track of denominations. THEN hand off the receipt.

13. Don’t ask how they lost their vision.

Don’t be that guy. EVERY GUY. Jesus Christ. Some people are still dealing with the trauma from whatever it is that cost them their sight. I’m not, but I get tired of explaining it to every single fucking person I meet. Don’t say that line “Do you mind if I ask if you were born this way?” It’s none of your business. Stop treating the person like their limitation IS them. You should be helping them through their limitation so that you can GET TO THEM, and get to know the person behind it.

14. If you see a blind person traveling alone at night, and you notice someone watching or casing them, it’s okay to approach the blind person and say “I think you might be in danger. How may I help you?” And then explain the issue.

I have been followed, cased, and tracked. I realized it was happening and prevented it, with some hilarious results, but it happens. Which is why it’s ok for you to be protective of a person, it’s just not ok to be all up in their business.

15. Some blind people wear headphones or earplugs.

These aren’t a “stupid idea”. They’re actually there as a visual aid. What? Well blind people often have very sensitive hearing. Especially to high or low pitch. Many will wear earplugs or headphones to dampen or heighten certain sound values as a visual aid. I personally carry a pair with me everywhere. If I’m on a bus or train, the headphones dampen treble or higher decibels. If I’m in a noisy place like a bar or club, the plugs soften the noise, almost like wearing sunglasses in bright sun.

16. Don’t ask for Braille tutorials.

Not all of us read it. It takes a long time to learn and it’s almost entirely self taught. So if you want to learn, buy a card and get to work.

17. We memorize.

We know the layouts of rooms as instinct. Which means if I walk into a hotel, I am instantly without even thinking about it, running my hands over things, finding switches, marking strides, counting to myself, running my fingers over edges and so forth. This is how I see. So DONT MOVE SHIT. And DONT LEAVE YOUR FUCKING STUFF IN MY PATH.

18. Ray Charles was blind. Not all blind people are Ray Charles.

Stop assuming we all play music. Stop assuming that we all experience things in the same way.

19. Blind people have insomnia.

It comes from not being able to differentiate light from dark. It throws off our circadian rhythm. Meaning it can often interfere with our job, and also that we tend to become creatures of habit in order to avoid difficulty. Don’t break our habits, it throws us off.

20. Give yourself some sensitivity training.

If someone in your family or circle is blind…heck if you’re just a nice person, spend a few hours trying to do everyday tasks with your eyes shut, or put on a pair of fucked up sunglasses, or just give it a shot as you’re at work. See how long you can go before the urge to open your eyes is so powerful and overwhelming that you have to…and then imagine you don’t have a choice. That’s how it feels, every day. In every task. Be patient and kind.

There’s probably a lot more I’m forgetting. Maybe some of my blind peeps can add in?

Picture Perfect

“I don’t need a date, I’m perfectly fine attending on my own.” Betty Cooper sighed, wiggling her freshly painted nude fingernails and smiling at her stylist in the mirror as she curled and prodded her hair to perfection.

“Of course you don’t Neeeed a date but the fact of the matter is that you have one, what you choose to do with him is entirely up to you.” Cheryl Blossom, Betty’s agent and childhood friend tapped on her cellphone, not even bothering to look up at the annoyed Oscar nominated actress.

Betty Cooper was one of the most talked about up and coming actresses of the year, after having won two emmys for her role on the Hit Tv Show “Break Away Baby” she was currently nominated for best supporting actress starring in the Romantic Drama “Never Let Me Die”. Betty had played the role of the broken hearted second choice who fell in love with her first lovers best friend, reviews had idolized her, she was a shoe in for the Oscar, everyone knew it.

“I understand that it’s good to get people talking but I don’t want to be known as the girl dating the actor.” The beautiful blonde chewed nervously on her lip, Cheryl glanced up, swatting her friends arm

“You’re going to ruin your lipstick. It’s just a date, Jughead Jones is a hit with the teen girls, they love the moody mysterious bad boy thing that he has going for him. You’re much more popular with the older audience and of course with teen boys. That Victoria’s Secret fashion show you guest walked kind of cemented your place as every boys wet dream. But none the less we want everyone to love you. It’s one Red Carpet and then you never have to see his devishly handsome face again.” Cheryl moved to grab Betty’s custom Valentino, gold beaded gown from the rack.

“Is he really good looking?” The young actress quirked a curious brow, stepping out of her robe as Cheryl smirked and helped her step into the dress.

“You know I don’t swing that way but girl, he is something fine for sure.”

Betty giggled as three men zipped her into the stunning gown and she stepped into her heels. She sure hoped this Jughead Jones was tall because she defiantly had her legs on display tonight.

“We have very different tastes Cheryl.” Betty turned away from the mirror and made her way to the door, her entire crew following close behind.

“You’re about to find out, he’s waiting downstairs. Alright gang, let’s go win us an Oscar.” Cheryl lifted her arms over head and the entire room erupted in cheers and “goodlucks!”

Betty blushed Scarlet as she said her Thankyou’s and made her way into the elevator.

“They’re all gonna be so disappointed if I don’t win this.” She sighed, fingers nails tapping on her palms. As the elevator doors opened.

Cheryl flung her long red hair behind her shoulders and rolled her eyes.

“You are gonna win this. Stop doubting yourself. You look beautiful, you’ve worked so hard and you’re going to knock them all dead. Now get out there say hi to James Dean.”

Betty took a deep breath as she stood by the closed doors of her hotel building, the paparazzi and reporters were surrounding the streets, screaming fans were littering the crosswalks spilling out and holding up traffic.

Just another day in the life of Betty Cooper.

Walking outside with her head held high, She smiled, perfectly straight, shiny white teeth on full display. She loved her fans, loved that the paparazzi loved her but still it could be overwhelming. Today was one of those days, but then she saw him.

Jughead Jones was leaning against the slick black limousine, perfectly tailored Armani suit fitting just right, his jet black waves were styled purposely messy and his stormy grey eyes were staring wide at her, his mouth set in a crooked dazed smile as she approached him. He was gorgeous and the way he was looking at her was like something out of a movie.

“Hello Jughead Jones.” She smiled, standing before him with shaky hands.

He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her, eyes scanning her entire body from the gold sequined dress to the slit showing off her long, tan legs. He stared at her smooth 1950s starlet curls, one side of her long neck completely exposed, eventually he brought his eyes to her face, her ruby red painted lips and sparkling green eyes. After what felt like an hour but was more likely five seconds of his eyes locked on hers He seemed to snap out of it, a lazy smile grazing his lips.

“Hi, I’m guessing your Betty Cooper. I’m your date, Jughead Jones.”

Betty smiled softly
“I know I already said Hello, I think I used your name actually.” She giggled.

Jughead shook his head quickly, a blush forming on his cheeks
“Yeah, no i mean uh.. ya know.” His hand flew to the back of his neck to rub nervously.

“We should probably get going!” Betty shouted over the screaming fans “I think people are getting a little impatient.” She motioned towards the crowds rushing towards them.

Jughead was quick to lead her into the limousine, his hand burning the small of her back with his touch. When they were finally seated, squished together Jughead turned to Betty leaning over her to lock her window

“Just in case” he mumbled before turning to face her. “Congrats on the Oscar by the way, in case I forget to tell you.” He smiled, Betty’s heart nearly stopped when she caught a peek of his dimples.

“I haven’t won it yet. Lord knows I might not, I’m up against so much talent, Jennifer Lawrence is in my category, I’m kind of the low guy on the totem pole.” She giggled nervously, fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palms.

It didn’t take longer than three minutes for Jughead to notice, his own hands shooting out to grip hers.

“Nervous tick?” He questioned, massaging the sore marks on her hands.

“How did you..?” Betty started before she was cut off by Jughead digging in his pockets and pulling out a handful of tooth picks

“I prefer to smoke cigarettes when I’m Nervous but I found out that they don’t typically let you smoke them on Red Carpets. Let’s just say I won’t be attending next years Kids Choice Awards.” He rolled his eyes playfully.

Betty snorted, smacking a hand to her mouth as she laughed at the insane boy beside her.

Jugheads grin grew even wider at her laugh

“Anyway, i chew these bad boys to keep me from sticking a cigarette between my lips. They even wrote the habit into my character “Cole”.

Betty nodded understandingly taking the toothpick he held out to her and rolling it between her palms.

“I heard you pretty much swept the Teen Choice Awards this year. I wish that I got the chance to watch atleast a little of your show before… ya know.” She motioned between the two of them.

Jughead laughed out loud, swinging an arm over her the back of the seat.

“Before we were forced into co coupling awards ceremony dating. I couldn’t even believe it when my publicist said you were gonna be my date. I mean you said it yourself. I’m Teen Choice Awards and you’re… well you’re The Oscars.”

Betty turned her body closer towards his

“Are you crazy? Everywhere I turn I see your name on some new magazine, "Jughead Jones- Heart Throb of the summer.” “Jughead Jones- top five Disney actors.” You’re kind of a big deal Jones.“ She playfully nudged him, a bump in the road nearly sending her flying into his lap, his hands clutching her waist.

"Whoa there.” He whispered, foreheads brushing, almost in slow motion both of the teen actors leaned forward.

Suddenly the window was being rolled down and Cheryl poked her head through.

“Alright you two! Who’s ready to walk the carpet as the worlds most adorable new couple?” Without another world Cheryl rolled the dividing window back up and Betty slowly pulled away, gnawing on her lip and staring nervously out the window.

She turned back around when Jughead laced his fingers through hers.

“We got this.” He smiled reassuringly, fingers squeezing hers.

Taking a deep breath Betty smiled weakly

“Ready to enter the belly of the beast?” She questioned

“You got it Betts.” He smiled back.

5

On this day in music history: August 8, 1969 - The Beatles take the cover photo for their eleventh studio album “Abbey Road”. While recording the album, the band are trying to decide what to title their latest work in progress, as well as what to put on the cover. Finally the decision is made to pose for the album cover photo in the zebra crossing right in front of the EMI recording studio on Abbey Road. Paul McCartney draws a rough sketches with ideas of how the photos should look. A photo shoot is quickly organized and photographer Iain McMillan is hired for the job. On the morning of the 8th, prior to beginning a recording session scheduled for 2:30 that afternoon (the band are recording overdubs for “I Want You (She’s So Heavy)”, “The End” and “Oh! Darling” that day), McMillian stands on a step stool in the middle of the street, while a policeman holds up traffic as the photos are taken. The Beatles cross the road twice while McMillan takes six pictures, with the photo shoot lasting only ten minutes. McCartney looks over transparencies of the pictures taken and select the shot used for the cover. The final image features the one shot taken after Paul takes his sandals off (which is interpreted as a subliminal clue by Beatles fans in the whole “Paul Is Dead” death hoax that erupts after the albums’ release). The cover photo is misinterpreted by some as being a funeral procession, with John as the minister, Ringo as a pall bearer, Paul as the deceased and George as a grave digger. The album cover becomes a pop cultural icon, and one of the most imitated and parodied images of all time.

Need a Ride?

You let out a frustrated sigh and kicked the front wheel of your car, running your hand through your hair. This couldn’t be happening to you. Your car wasn’t starting up, and you couldn’t figure out why. “We’re going to have to walk, aren’t we?” Your little brother groaned, as you slammed the hood back down. You lived quite a ways from school and the thought of walking really was horrifying. And wasn’t like you could call your mom either, because she worked to five. 

You looked over at your brother with a glare, not wanting to have to give up and face the facts just yet.”Shut up,” you told him in a voice much colder than you had intended. You were just so frustrated with your car right now,it wasn’t even funny. You gave the wheel another kick, as if that would make the car suddenly decide to start working for you again.Of course it didn’t work at all.


Rodrick made his way out of the school parking lot,Greg sitting in the seat next to him. He really wanted to get home so he didn’t have to deal with being in such close proximity of his annoying little brother, but of course the traffic was horrible He gave a sigh, leaning his head back and drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. Next to him Greg shifted in his seat, “Hey, look! It’s (y/b/n/)!”He tried getting the other boy’s attention, but he seemed to be preoccupied.

“Who?” Rodrick asked without bothering to look.

“(y/b/n), he’s in my grade, look!” With a sigh Rodrick sat up and looked out the window to see what his little brother was talking about. He really didn’t care,but the kid was annoying, and he wanted him to stop talking. The kid was so over excitable it was unreal. He had half a mind to tape his lips shut so he couldn’t talk.

 He moved forward in the line, glad that they were nearly out of the parking lot. Something caught his eye though, and he turned to his brother, his mouth hanging slightly open. “Whose she?” He asked, pointing to the girl next to his little friend. She was gorgeous. And she looked like she was around the same age as him, so how had he never noticed her before? 

 “Oh, that’s his sister, her name is (y/n),I think.” Rodrick nodded, still staring at the girl, unaware that he was now the one who was holding up the traffic. He really didn’t care though, if people were in such a hurry to leave they could drive around him. He shook his head, admiring the girl, (y/n). For once Greg had done something sort of right. He feared if he hadn’t been looking for his stupid friend h wouldn’t have seen (y/n).

He noticed that she seemed kind of distressed though, and judging by the way she was kicking her car’s tires, the automobile wasn’t working. He pulled over to the side, letting the people behind him pass, getting a few annoyed honks as people drove past. Rodrick turned to his brother, and chucked his thumb backward. “Get in the back.” He demanded.

“Wha-”

“The back.Now!” While Greg scrambled into the back of the van, Rodrick rolled down the passenger side window, so he could talk to you. “Hey!” He said, getting your attention, he gave a little salute that had you chuckling. “You need a ride?” He might have looked calm on the outside, but on the inside he was  freaking out, hoping that you would agree to letting him give you a ride. Of course that was until Greg stuck his head out the window to wave to his friend. It was then that he feared his brother had messed everything up.

But how wrong he was. Upon seeing your brother knew the kid who seemed to come out of nowhere to wave to him, you nodded, agreeing to let him give you a ride home. Your brother climbed in first, making his way to the back, while you sat in the passenger seat. “Thanks a lot, my car’s a piece of crap,” you told Rodrick as he began to drive.

“Don’t mention it,” he said, waving your compliment away.”I’m gonna bring reg home first though, if you don’t mind, or else my mom will freak out.”

“It’s fine,my mom’s the same way,” you laughed. You spent the whole ride talking to each other, him stealing glances at you and you at him, because admittedly you thought he was hot, and the more you talked the more you saw that he was pretty cool as well. When Rodrick finally pulled up to his house, your brother pleaded with you to let him stay over for supper.”I guess, as long as his parents don’t care or anything.” You told him.

And of course Greg’ parents didn’t care,and you were kind of glad, because that meant you go to spend some more time with Rodrick. He brought you to his room, while his parents talked to Greg and your brother, so the two of you could hang out. It was a pretty cool room,with disco balls and other cool things like that. It was sort of messy though, and he hastily tried to pick it up some, making the bed so you could sit on it, and pushing his dirty clothes into a pile.

Before you knew it the two of you were getting called down to supper. It didn’t seem like it been very long, but you had been talking with Rodrick for a good few hours. Supper was kind of hectic, with his slightly odd, but still nice parent and Rodrick making faces at his brother. And Manny. Hectic, but still somehow fun. Supper too seemed to go by too fast, and soon you were getting into Rodrick’s van again and telling your mom you would home soon.

At your house you let your brother out of the van, before turning back to Rodrick. “Thanks again, I had a good time,” you told him with a smile.

“Yeah, me too. Can I, uhh, can I get your number?”

A smile lit across your face at his question, and you were quick to give him your number. You really did like Rodrick. You didn’t even really want to inside your house, but you knew you had to eventually. “I’ll um, I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said. 

Rodrick smiled, nodding, “I’l see you tomorrow.” He watched as you retreated up the steps to your house. Gosh, you were amazing.

Look who I met! Lauren’s in the back and I couldn’t get a clear shot because I was holding up traffic yet Tom still was nice enough to roll down his window so I could take a picture of him and tell him I gave Ildy the drawing of him but I’m not sure he caught that cause the van had to go. It was green light.

STILL IT WAS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE

Batch Request: Magical Realism

“You’d think the mail person would stop delivering to the wrong clone by now.”

“When you live around magic your entire life, your definition of magic tends to be different.”

“Sorry I’m late. There was a stampede of wingless dragons holding up traffic.”

“With eye like mine, I’m able to see what’s truly there.”

“I can’t believe something like this was hiding in plain sight.”

“The lighthouse sprouted out of nowhere and no one thinks that’s weird?”

“Don’t worry, I can tell you’re new around here. Follow me- avoid the floating sharks- and I’ll tell you how to get back.”

“It’s like a land where all dreams came true, but it’s real, and you’re staring at it firsthand.”

miss jesus | michael gray

anon wanted isaiah’s sister and michael

Michael was desperately trying to finish these books before the meeting on Thursday. He’d be three pages ahead if everyone outside would just shut up already. After three glares at the closed office door, he pushed up from the desk, abandoning the jumbled accounts spread across the desk.

He wrenched the door open, stepping out into the huddle. He was ready to start his tirade when the crowd burst into laughter once again.

“And then this one-“there was a pause as he pushed through the barrier of men between him and the cause of the noise. When he broke though he saw Isaiah with his head dipped, shaking off his embarrassment with a lopsided grin. There was a woman perched on the edge of the counting desk, pointing right at him with a beam on her face.

“This one goes arse over tit, straight into the cut, and the horse goes bolting off”

The circle burst into hysterics once more and Michael scowled, looking around as if everyone had lost their senses. He turned to catch Tommy’s eye, chuckling to himself as he leaned on a support beam across the gathering.

“Alright everyone. Storytime’s over. Back to work” he untucked his hands from his pockets and gestured for everyone to move away. He clipped Isaiah’s shoulder as he passed, giving it a reassuring shake “Alright, Michael?”

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Harry takes the long way home back from Louis’, the Jeep windows down, muggy air doing nothing to help his already frizzy curls. Every time he thinks about the way Louis leaned into his grip at the concert, his body warm and hands trembling when their fingers linked together, he feels short of breath, has to take another left turn when he should be taking a right. He’s spent ages thinking about what what it would be like to have Louis in his arms, often times tossing and turning in his bed, unable to sleep with how badly he wanted it, just a taste, just to have a little more than he was allowed. But thinking about it and wishing for it didn’t come anywhere close to the real thing, Louis sweaty and swaying to the music, his lips wet, eyes focused whenever he twisted up to look at Harry. And then, with his back pressed up against his front door, Louis stared at him like he wanted to be kissed, kissed by Harry, looking so Goddamn beautiful, and Jesus fucking Christ, Harry deserves a medal for being able to pull himself away from that, for not rushing the thing that occupies his mind more often than he’d ever care to admit. The idea of going home to an empty house when he feels this on edge is laughable, and he doesn’t end up pulling into his driveway until it’s well past three in the morning, nearly two hours after he dropped Louis off.

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Meeting Mates

AO3 Link  
Square Filled: Soulmate Marks
Ship: Endverse Castiel / Dean Smith
Rating: Teen
Tags: Alpha Castiel, Omega Dean, Drug Use, Homeless Cas
Summary: Dean Smith never expected his soulmate to be some homeless guy. But he can’t leave him on the street even though he’s a stranger.
Word Count: 1,893
Written/Created for @spnabobingo

A/N: to be turned into a series with other squares. Many thanks to my lovely beta @blue-reveries

It was a hot day outside, so when Dean Smith decided that he needed a quick break and should run to the nearby Starbucks for an ice coffee (no milk or sugar, he doesn’t need the calories); he left his jacket in his office and rolled up his sleeves.

He paid for his drink in cash. There was a little bit of change leftover that he threw to the homeless guy sitting outside on a cardboard box.

He wasn’t expecting the guy to grab his arm.

Dean was about to say something rude when the guy looked at him with hopeful big blue eyes and asked “Dean Smith?”

Dean’s mouth dropped open. “How did you know my name?”

The guy didn’t let go of Dean’s arm, he kept a firm grip on Dean as he used his teeth to raise the sleeve on his other arm. He presented it to Dean. “You have my name on your arm, I have yours on mine.”

Dean just stared at him.

“I’m Castiel Novak.”

Dean can’t believe that he finally met his soulmate, the man whose name has been etched on his arm since he presented as an omega as a teenager.

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of ribbons & rosin ( cs au )

Plot: Killian is a single father, and his daughter is enrolled in Emma’s dance class. He has nobody to watch his daughter after class, and he’s often late, so Emma usually sits and talks to the girl until she is collected from the dance school.

Summary: Based on this prompt I found in the depths of tumblr; “I’m a single parent and my child takes your dance class and thanks so much for always staying after class to watch him/her when my boss is an ass and keeps me past my off hours and holy cow you’re pretty/handsome and really sweet/kind and wow I should be late more often so we can talk. Say how do you feel about private lessons? For my kid- yea, yea, for my kid

Chapter 2, Captain Swan AU, Rating M.

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It was that time of the week again. The time that Emma would be left long after her dance class had ended, mindfully watching over little Daisy Jones as she awaited her father to collect her from the dance studio. It had become a regular occurence, though now Emma knew the reasoning and, not to mention, what Daisy’s father looked like, she was a little more forgiving of the situation. Today, however, Daisy had decided to forego playing on her iPad, and really grill (she put it down to researching her for her father’s interest) her teacher about her personal life. Besides, it was a child’s place to ask questions, wasn’t it?

“Do you have any homework I can help you with, Daisy?” Emma questioned, slightly exasperated by the previous quick-fire round Daisy had pummelled her with, without any warning.

“I do, but that’s something me and my dad do together, after dinner.” The girl answered, too quickly. She wasted no time, and swiftly began the second inquisition on her teacher, “So, why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

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