how did you exist

anonymous asked:

Fic idea: Maggie unconsciously tells Alex she's a good girl outside of the bedroom. Alex is super embarrassed but also preens.

She doesn’t mean it like that.

And she doesn’t even mean for Alex – let alone her space dad and best friend and her freaking sister – to hear it. She just kind of says it.

Mutters it, really, because she’s always in awe of this woman, and she’s always proud of her, and it just slips past her lips, under her breath, when Alex single-handedly comes up with a way to power down Cadmus’s latest weapons tech remotely, without putting any agents at risk.

“Good girl, Danvers,” she mutters when Alex finally takes a breath after explaining her plan to the others.

She means it like nice going. She means it like that’s my girl.

She means it like holy shit Maggie how did you land the most brilliant woman to ever exist?

But when Alex goes bright red and when Alex splutters and when Kara notices and groans and when Winn notices breaks out into a laughing whoop and when J’onn notices and good gods and retreats from the room, Maggie realizes.

Realizes that Alex didn’t hear nice going that’s my girl holy shit I am so lucky to be with the most brilliant woman to ever exist.

Instead, in those little words, Alex heard the long nights, the early mornings. The bedroom talk and the bathroom talk and the kitchen counter talk and the shower talk and the back closet of the NCPD precinct talk.

The good girl, baby, that feels so damn good.

The god, you’re so tight for me, good girl, take me in just like that.

The you wanna be a good girl and strip for me, babe?

The oh, good girl, I love it when you beg for me like that.

The ugh, fuck Alex, be a good girl and cum for me.

Maggie is about to apologize and Maggie is about to backtrack, but when her now overheating face turns up to look at Alex’s, her girlfriend is standing straighter, her eyes shining brighter, her smile lifting higher.

Because she’s Maggie’s girl – and good, too – and damn, is it hot.

But she’s also Maggie’s girl – and good, too – and damn, is it perfect.

This world is so beautiful. Did you know that? Did you know how wonderful existence is? We took burning gas in the night sky that we didn’t understand and we turned them into maps. We turned them into stories and journeys and made them human. We made them ours, but we still revere them like gods. And people dream of touching them. I dream of touching them.

And the ocean is beautiful. The ocean is old as fuck and like so many other people in this world I am completely in love with it. I am in love with the ocean, and I know next to nothing about it. I dream of the ocean. And I dream of the clouds. And I dream of how flowers grow where there was once death and war. I dream of the stars. I dream of our world.

I know nothing about the universe, and it’s terrifying, and endless, and immortal, and so very beautiful and I am so very I’m love with it.

Did Usopp write this post


~Quinn didn’t want to do anything insane for his bachelor party, but he let Dwight, Julian, and Max take him up to a small ski lodge in Hidden Springs, British Columbia for a night of pool and drinking. Quinn beat Dwight at two games and they seem to be getting along okay~

@simovee I used your Phil base sim that you released like forever ago I think? I found him on a cc finds blog and liked him so he’s one of Quinn’s friends, and he’s even dressed the same cause thats a nice outfit lmao


peaceful and sweet, like someone I know

for @mxoorgan you didn’t ask for it, but I had to do something with all this admiration for you ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ♡

the high/low point: misogyny time!
  • CLINTON: You know, he tried to switch from looks to stamina. But this is a man who has called women pigs, slobs and dogs, and someone who has said pregnancy is an inconvenience to employers, who has said...
  • TRUMP: I never said that.
  • CLINTON: .... women don't deserve equal pay unless they do as good a job as men.
  • TRUMP: I didn't say that.
  • CLINTON: And one of the worst things he said was about a woman in a beauty contest. He loves beauty contests, supporting them and hanging around them. And he called this woman "Miss Piggy." Then he called her "Miss Housekeeping," because she was Latina. Donald, she has a name.
  • TRUMP: Where did you find this? Where did you find this?
  • CLINTON: Her name is Alicia Machado.
  • TRUMP: Where did you find this?
  • CLINTON: And she has become a U.S. citizen, and you can bet...
  • TRUMP: Oh, really?
  • CLINTON: ... she's going to vote this November.

newt-scamander-niffler  asked:

If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go on anon and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get back even better.♡

ah! thank you, love! ;u;

Originally posted by nifflersandmooncows

anonymous asked:

Yes they can, and they did, you got what you want. Congratulations. Now stop whining about how little interracial arts exist, you extinguished them. Yes you did, it's a fact. I get you can't accept these arts and you're free to express yourself. Guess what, so does everyone else. But can you at least not complaining how little arts are out there? Basically it's like Hitler saying woah why we have so little Jewish ppl around? Do you see how contradictory your doings are?

Do you understand no representation is better than bad representation? So like if it becomes a question of “would you rather have racist content or no content at all” people should go with the latter because bad representation can and does contribute to harmful stereotypes and whatnot.

That being said it’s shouldn’t be that. People should want to be decent human beings and once being educated on the subject not wanna contribute to systems of oppression. If people are gonna be like “welp xyz people won’t let me do this thing that’s racist and harmful then I won’t do anything with it at all” they aren’t good people and frankly they should stay away from characters of color and PoC for that matter.

Do y’all not fucking understand how fucking antisemitic it is to be saying shit like that?? Man okay I’m gonna reblog this anon to all our other blogs and if any of our Jewish followers wanna comment and explain this [or our Jewish mods] that’d be great because I don’t know if I’d do it justice.

mod v

Chemistry Campfires

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: Klance


Summary: Keith and Lance spend a late night studying for the midterm, but things don’t go just as planned.


“Wow…I never knew this place even existed. How did you even find this place?” Lance questioned eagerly. He raced around the lower level of the library, dashing in and out of the clear glass study rooms.

“Lance!” Keith yelled in a whisper. “Don’t run in the library you idiot. How did you not know this place existed? This is where all the tutoring places are, don’t you ever need tutoring?”

“Nah, I take mostly math and science classes so I don’t need it” Lance responded casually.

Keith was perturbed. How did he not need tutoring for math and science classes?? Keith had always struggled with the hard sciences and they mostly involved math, which Keith was no good at. He spent almost every week in the tutoring center trying to pass Calculus, which he still didn’t know how he placed into. He figured he just had a good guessing day.

“Explain.” He stated. Lance shot him a confused look.

“Explain what exactly?” Lance replied.

“How do you not need tutoring for math? I’m down here practically every week for Calculus!”

“Oh. I don’t know, I mean I’ve always just been good at math and science. It makes sense to me, and I really enjoy it. That is why I’m majoring in math after all” He laughed, “You know, I can just tutor you if you want” He shot Keith his signature grin.

Keith blushed slightly. He forgot how much he loved seeing Lance smile; he only got to see it every so often in class. He wished he could see Lance smile even more.

“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer sometime” Keith felt himself becoming flushed, “Anyway! We need to start studying for this midterm, I already know it’s gonna kick my ass.”

They settled into the “fishbowl” and laid out all of their supplies. The completely glass room was perfect for balancing out equations and long conversions. Keith pulled out all of his self made study guides, and compared them to the list of topics that would be covered on the midterm. He handed a pile of them to Lance.

“Start highlighting anything that matches the midterm review sheet, and we can start reviewing that” Keith suggested.

“Did you make all of these by yourself?” Keith nodded, “Wow they’re so detailed, I would think you would have no trouble on the exams.”

“I just tend to forget things when I actually get to the exam” Keith laughed. Lance just nodded his head, understanding the sentiment.

Keith reached to take a sip of his coffee; he knew he was gonna need some caffeine if he was to make it through the night. It was only 8pm, but he knew they’d be here until at least 2 am. As he reached for the cup, his hand found nothing.

“SHIT” He exclaimed. His hands flew to his mouth, “Thank God no one is here.”

“What’s the matter?” Lance managed to say through laughs.

“We don’t have any coffee! I need caffeine!” Keith proclaimed, “I’ll text Shiro, maybe he’ll bring us some. He owes me anyway.” He pulled out his phone and sent a SOS message to Shiro.

Thankfully, Shiro responded quickly and offered to drop by with some coffee. Keith sank back into his seat and thanked the heavens for Shiro. He was so lucky to have an amazing best friend. He was also pretty lucky to be seated across from Lance, he thought. Lance’s skin glowed even in the dim lighting of the library, his hair fell perfectly onto his forehead and complimented his gorgeous eyes. Keith sighed loudly. He was so frustrated; he hated having crushes on boys. Everyone he had a crush on turned out to be straight, and Keith was all to sure that Lance would be the same way.

Fifteen minutes later, four of six study guides highlighted, Shiro finally showed up to the library with his promised favor. Keith jumped up in joy, and immediately grabbed the coffee and took a swig.

“Not even a thank you?” Shiro raised his eyebrow, his eyes traveled to Lance. He walked over and placed the coffee on the table, “I swear he doesn’t even love me for me anymore, just for the things I bring him”

“Hey!” Keith exclaimed, “I brought you and Allura coffee last week, and for no good reason. I actually need this in order to pass my midterm. So bite me.” Lance was shocked to see Keith being so vocal; he was used to him a bit more reserved in class, but he definitely enjoyed it.

“Oh, and I thought you might need this” Shiro pulled a familiar red folder out of his backpack. Suddenly Lance burst into laughter, unable to control himself he fell onto the group. Keith snatched the folder from his hands and sat down in his seat like a five year old. His arms and legs were crossed, and his face was in a deep frown.

“I hate you, and I hate YOU for laughing at this” He pointed at Lance and glared, but Lance wouldn’t stop laughing. Keith started to crack a smile, and before he knew it all three of them were cracking up.

Shiro said goodbye to them and left the pair alone. Once they finished highlighting they began to discuss the various topics on the review sheet. After a couple hours it was time to take a well deserved break before moving on to calculations.

They sit and make small talk for a little, cracking jokes here and there. There’s that cute smile again Keith thinks. Little does he know, the same thought is going through Lance’s head. Ever since that day a few weeks ago when they made smore’s together Lance couldn’t stop thinking about Keith. He’d always thought he was gorgeous, even from the first time he saw him in class. Keith had gotten there early to get a good seat since he liked being in the front. Then all of a sudden the door opened and Lance walked through. Lance was taken aback when he saw the glowing boy sitting in the front of class all by his lonesome. He was too pretty not to get to know, at least that’s what Lance thought. As time went on and they grew closer as friends, Lance could feel something growing in his heart. He was starting to like Keith. He took any opportunity to hang out with him, and offered himself up at any availability. If Keith needed something, Lance wanted to be the one to give it to him.

Now sitting here, Lance couldn’t stop thinking about how beautiful Keith’s smile was, and how he’d like to see it forever.

“Should we move on to actual math then?” Lance asked. Keith sighed and reluctantly nodded. Lance read a problem out loud, and the two of them took opposite sides of the fishbowl to calculate it. Lance often finished before Keith and would come over to help him finish solving it.

“Lance?” Keith called out, “I don’t understand this one will you explain it to me?”

Keith turned around waiting for Lance to come over. He noticed something small written next to the equation, “Keith is so cute when he’s frustrated.” His eyes widened and his heart started to beat faster. Did Lance feel the same way he did? When Lance started to make his way over Keith quickly turned around, embarrassed by the red flush on his cheeks. As Lance started to explain the problem, he stepped closer to Keith making his cheeks grow redder from the heat emitting from his body.

“Hey, you okay? Are you tired?” Lance asked troubled by the fact that Keith hadn’t even looked at him the entire time he was explaining the problem. Keith just looked up at him and said nothing.

“You think I’m cute when I’m frustrated?” was all he could manage to sat before his face grew completely tomato red. Lance’s eye widened and he took a step back.

“You weren’t supposed to see that” He replied.

“Then maybe don’t write it somewhere visible” Keith choked out. Lance managed a grin, and he stepped closer.

“Stop being so snarky all the time dammit” Lance added.

“Make me” Keith responded. Did I just say that? Lance stepped even closer and leaned into Keith. He could feel the heat radiating off the other’s body. As he drew closer Keith could feel Lance’s hot breath and a shiver raced down his spine. He closed his eyes and leaned in.


A/N: Thank you all for reading! I hope part two didn’t disappoint you!!

anonymous asked:

I SEE SO MANY SHITTY FICS IT PISSES ME OFF LIKE. it was a while ago (november)? but my friend found this fic it was so funnily written we were reading it to each other over skype and just. crying it was so bad. I think it was called "from one victor to another" or smth (u kno those like writers who try to make their titles sound deep) and my favorite quote is "he took a peek to look at Yuuri's dietary meal" it's like an inside joke now omfg i feel bad but shitty writers rly need to go it's 2017

Not sure if this is supposed to be a troll anon or what, I’m gonna guess it is since the line you quote as “favorite” is about the third sentence and there were definitely more poorly-written sentences in the story, so that tells me you didn’t even read it. 

That’s a fic I wrote in the span of three hours as a coping mechanism the day my cat passed away, I’m not sure if you’re aware of that and thought taking a dig at it was a histerical way of getting a rise out of me, but if you really think this level of idiocy’s gonna hurt me, kid, you’re in for a major disappointment. Honestly Yuuri not winning gold upsets me about 1000x more than you making a poor attempt at belittling my writing. Hope you ever find something better to do with your time and better luck next time

Originally posted by gifsme

homestuck quotes

i see a lot of funny quotes out there but id like to remind everyone that homestuck can actually get pretty deep & emotional, so i invite everyone to reblog this with homestuck quotes they found well written or simply made them feel things

ill start with these short ones

“DIRK: There seems to be no end to me”
“DAVE: how did you tell your friends?”
“LIL HAL: I am scared to not exist. Aren’t you?”