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Day 1 - ‘Coincidence’ (Bechloe Week 2017)

January was always an odd time of year in the sorority house of The Barden Bella’s. Post-Christmas blues often set in as each Bella returned from their respective homes to their college home that was usually still decked with Christmas decorations from December – nobody ever thinking to take them down before they left for Christmas break. Then, of course, the new year marked the onset of exam season which drew each of the Bella’s into a dark stressful oblivion of revision and deadlines.

So it came as no surprise to anyone when Chloe placed an ‘announcement’ on The Bella’s Whatsapp Group, stating that everyone needed to attend an emergency Bella’s meeting that Friday, 7pm sharp, in the lounge of their house, for drinks and dancing and fun. Beca had cringed at the idea. The others had not.

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The Rifter Series by Ginn Hale / Character: John Toffler/Jath‘ibaye

there were even times–when he pressed his hands down […] to the dark, rich earth–that he almost sensed something reciprocal, a warmth beneath his fingers […]  he sensed that the very earth felt his affection and returned that sentiment.

[Ravishan] [previous John]

it’s over 25°C in Britain again which mean the news is full of the following stories:

  • Glowing Orb Appears In Sky, Residents Scared and Confused
  • It’s Hot, Holy Shit
  • Every Single Road Leading To the Beach Is Blocked By Queues of Middle Aged Suburban Couples With Caravans
  • Sightings of Shirtless Overweight Middle Aged Men With Chest Hair Quadruple in 48-Hour Period
  • It’s the Hottest Day Since [last heatwave we had]
  • Why Does It Get Hot At This Time of the Year? Scientists Explain Shock New Theory Named “Summer”

💛💛hello loves! Happy Monday! Hope you all have had a great bright day! I’m a sleepy boy. But holy heckle guys we just got 500 followers and I couldn’t be more happy. I love you all so much you mean he world to me your like family. Thank you loves -Sammy💛💛

Noel Fisher spotted in Fort Hood, Texas

GETS CARDED AND ASKED FOR ID!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

But she didn’t say what alcohol he was buying! Or memorise the entire contents of his shopping bags, or take a photo because fuck those other customers! What customers????

From Michelle Romero (facebook) via @fabmonroe on twitter

The Rifter Series by Ginn Hale / Character: Ravishan/Kahlil

Ravishan looked up at him, as if he were startled, then slowly his expression melted into a radiant smile. John realized that part of what made Ravishan’s smiles so charming was the sense of surprised delight that they conveyed. He never seemed to expect happiness…”


Types as Monty Python Skits

ESFP-Self-Defense Against Fruit

ISFP-Hell’s Grannies

ENFP-French Taunting

INFP-Constitutional Peasants

ESTP-Climbing the North Face of the Uxbridge Road

ISTP-Holy Hand Grenade of Antioch

ENTP- Witch Burning

INTP-Argument Clinic

ESFJ-Hungarian Phrasebook

ISFJ-Non-Illegal Robbery


INFJ-Tudor Jobs

ESTJ-Cheese Shop

ISTJ-Fish License

ENTJ-Ministry of Silly Walks

INTJ-Literary Football


OMG seriously humbled y'all… Not only for gaining **13** more of you during a really stressful semi uproar time period last month in Leo’s blog , but… 99…**99** you as of today under Masa’s blog. (gonna reblog this to Masa in a sec)

Lbr… I owe much to (and most importantly)… YOU. Likes. Reblogs. Asks. You’re the reason these numbers exist for such a newbie blog 💙. hell.. even what I have for Leo! 💛 s'all you! 

I’m gonna do my best to catch up and get art of Yurio (YOI) for @astridapples from when I hit 700 and Stein bros or sth similar for @juzbijou . And I’m gonna start thinking what I could do for either 900 or 1000..😂 (please tell my fingers to cooperate 😂) And Ofc Sid’s birthday. 

Also gonna get sth going for 100 on Masa just gotta figure it out😘 

Thank you for supporting me and allowing me to flail uncontrollably over Leo and now Masa. I owe much of my happiness to all of you. You’re the best!

Originally posted by animecouplesanime

anonymous asked:

Howdy!~ How about UT & UF Sans & US & SF Pap in a car and they're in the back while somebody else is driving and the crush falls asleep on their shoulder and then the car takes a sharp turn and the crush just falls into said skelly's lap. Instead of waking up, the crush just curld up into the lap and smile and say the skele's name? In a sweet, "I trust you" way. Sorry if its long!! Thanks in advance♡

Asked by @hoot-eggs before I moved the blog

Sorry that these aren’t exactly like the request, but I can only write one scenario so many times without changing it up a bit. I tried to keep the general theme the same though.

US!Papyrus: The most annoying thing about car rides were the fact that he couldn’t smoke. Being forced to spend hours in a metal contraption traveling at over 60/mph was bad enough, not being able to calm his nerves while doing it was straight up hell. And since Blue didn’t support his smoking habit, he refused to pull over. In fact the only time Papyrus had gotten a chance to smoke a cigarette had been when you needed them to pull over at a gas station so you could use the bathroom. After that he had jokingly said that if Blue could pull over to let you pee, he should give him a smoke break too.

Neither of you had been very amused, to say the least, and he should be thankful for the small break he had been given. But that had been hours ago, and he could feel his hand subconsciously shift towards his pocket, itching to light another cigarette. He resisted the urge and resigned to let his leg tap an annoying rhythm against the floor, the sound of the engine drowned the tapping anyway. Leaning forward a bit, he tried to listen to Sans’ and Alphys’ conversation in the front seat, but he quickly grew bored and turned his focus to you. You weren’t asleep, despite looking like it. He could tell the differences, in your breathing and in the way your face twitched when a loose thread tickled your cheek. He’d spent hours staring at you throughout your friendship, silently admiring you when you weren’t paying attention. And he refused to feel weird about it. He liked looking at you, and you weren’t bothered by it, so why should he stop? You shifted a little, trying to find a comfortable position with you head against the window. After watching you squirm around for a while, unable to find a way to lean your head just right, he reached an arm out and hooked it on your waist.

Your eyes shot open and looked up as he quietly pulled you against him. Your gaze was dimmed and your eyes hazy, you looked like you were minutes from falling asleep. You made an attempt to speak, but only quiet mumbles could be heard. He hushed you and placed your head on his shoulder, still holding his arm around your waist. You seemed content with this, and closed your eyes as you snuggled into him. A minute passed, and your breaths turned deeper and found a steady rhythm. He loved that sound. It was calming. And if it weren’t for the fact that his mind was occupied with his want for a cigarette, he would’ve probably fallen asleep right then and there, with you in his arms.

He felt content with the situation too, though. And he’d gladly take this over a boring car ride of trying to sleep in the backseat. He’s zoning out while looking out the window, thinking back on his life, from living in the underground to meeting you and then to late nights together at New Muffet’s.

He’s in the middle of reenacting a pun battle he had with the king once, when the car turns sharply and his skull is smacked into the window. Sitting up and rubbing his head to get rid of the pain, he’s sure that he must have gotten his sense knocked out of him, because he could’ve sworn that he heard Blue curse. Before he can ask what happened, Alphys turns around in her seat to ask if he’s alright, and tells them that a car almost pushed them off the road.

Holy fuck, he didn’t expect that. And for some reason he feels almost guilty for zoning out, like it was his fault because he didn’t notice the other car before Blue did. He shakes off the guilt, at least everybody is safe. And nothing happened, nothing’s out of the ordinary.

Except you’re laying down on his lap, which you definitely weren’t before. And holy hell, somehow you’re still asleep. Clutching his hoodie like a life line, face scrunched up in sleepy confusion over what happened. The sudden turn of the car must have shaken you, and maybe triggered a nightmare of sorts. Because your face turns from confusion to fright and you’re almost whimpering, your fists tightening around the fabric of his shirt, and your eyes pressing together.

He doesn’t know what to do, he wants to wake you but that would only scare you further. Moving carefully, he slowly pets down on your head, flattening your hair down and moving his hand in soothing motions. He hushes you quietly, hoping you can hear it over the car engine and your own nightmare. You flinch when his hand makes contact with you, but slowly your whimpering stops and you’re not moving around as much. After a few more seconds of petting you’re breathing normally, face relaxed as you start to calm down. When he decides that you’re no longer having a nightmare he tries to pull his hand away, but yours shoot up to keep it close to you. Your eyes doesn’t open as you quietly breathe out his name, more asleep than awake and still oh so adorable.

‘’I’m here, kiddo.’’ is all he says as he continues to rub your scalp, dragging his hand down to your shoulders every now and then. Your face is once again pressed against his hoodie, and he swears that he hears you inhale deeply into the fabric.

‘’I’m here,’’- he repeats, still rubbing your hair,- ‘’I’ll stay here, hun.’’

But you don’t hear that last part. And as he leans his head back and look out the window, he’s not sure if that makes him relieved or disappointed 

SF!Papyrus: The worst thing about long car rides, were the fact that despite his impressive height, Papyrus was always assigned to sit in the backseat. And while sharing the backseat with you meant one good thing, he couldn’t help but envy his shorter brother and the royal scientist as they sat in the front seat. Both quite a lot shorter than him.

And after hours of sitting hunched over, he could feel his spine grow stiffer. He’d do anything to stretch right now, and feel his joints pop. He absentmindedly popped his fingers as a form of substitute. And averted his gaze from the spacious front seat, he turned it to look out the window. Only three more hours to go. Amazing, he thought.

To lighten his mood, he turned around again to look at you. And he watched you look out your window. The afternoon light made your features look sharper, but it also painted you in a soft, warm glow. Angelic, almost. But it didn’t suit the picture of an angel the underground held. Their view of a savior had been tainted with their violence, their fight to survive. It had been a crueler being they’d imagined back then. He still felt like you were a savior, though. If only to him, although he couldn’t tell you that.

You seemed to notice him stare at you. But when you turned your body, he kept his eyes on you. There wasn’t a lot else to look at, so he figured he could get away with it this time. And when your eyes met his, you smiled and leaned back in your seat. Keeping your gaze leveled, you smiled at him softly, looking even prettier than before. Until your face scrunched up and you yawned loudly, involuntarily bringing your hands up to your face and covering your mouth. The sudden yawn made him laugh, even when you sent him a dirty look, still covering your face as you tried to regain your composure. You really were too adorable.

‘’You should sleep, hun,-’’ he said. Voice quiet but still loud enough to reach you over the engine. ‘’We still have a few hours left, no point in making it longer by bein’ stubborn.’’

Another yawn escaped you, and it apparently convinced you to follow his suggestion. But instead of leaning your head on the window next to you, you put your legs on the seat and your head on his shoulder, wiggling around until you found a comfortable position, using the fluff on his hoodie as a makeshift pillow and smiling at your own handywork. He scoffed at you, but still pulled his arm out from where it had been stuck under your body, letting it rest across your stomach and holding you in place. A minute or two later, he felt his hand rise and fall as you’re breathing turned into a steadier pace. And he leaned his head back to get some rest, letting the rhythmic motion and humming of the engine lull him to sleep.

He woke up by yelling, and then felt his seatbelt tug on his ribcage as his body jerked forward. His arm reached out quickly, holding you back and safe before his eyes were fully opened. Sans was still screaming in the front seat, accompanied by violent gestures and quite a few death threats and profanities. Whatever happened, it must have jarred him. Listening to the chaos in the front seat he managed to gather that someone tried to push Sans out of the lane, aware of what they had been doing. And he felt a quiet rage that they had endangered your life in the process. Just because they didn’t like monsters didn’t mean they had to harm you too.

But you, amazing and weird thing that you was, didn’t even seem phased. Instead you were laying across his lap, face on your arms and body pressing against him. He felt his breath hitch a little, letting you sleep on his shoulder had been one thing. But this was almost too much, and his soul both ached and fluttered at having you oh so close.

He willed his hand not to shake as he carefully touched a scrape on your arm, probably from his jacket as you fell. It wasn’t deep, not even bleeding. But he hated that you’d gotten it anyway, especially as he’d been asleep and unable to hold you up when the car turned.

But when his hand made contact with your skin you squirmed around in his lap, pulling his hand closer and in your sleep, held it under your chin like you would a teddy bear. You murmured a few words, and he caught his name in the middle of them. And if he thought his soul had felt light before, it was practically soaring now.

He let you keep his hand there, and gently traced your face with his other. Until it ended up tangled in your head, massaging your scalp.

You obviously trusted him, otherwise you wouldn’t sleep with your head in his lap. You wouldn’t murmur his name like that. He played with the idea that maybe you liked him the way he found himself liking you. Maybe he could turn what you had into something more.

It was a nice thought. He held on to it for the rest of the ride.