i am done with this fall shit already

Okay but lemme hit u with this one.

I’ve seen a lot of really sad posts about the IPRE crew dying early in the year, who dies and what a difference it makes, all tearjerkers of course. What if one year on the last day, Magnus was like “yknow I’ve always wanted to try something.”

While they’re running from the hunger and the ship is blasting away from the planet say, somewhere near the 20 year range, Magnus is nowhere to be found on the ship. They cleared the hunger and they know they’ll be at the next year turn soon, so everything will reset in about 60 seconds.

20 seconds left, Magnus runs into the control room holding a cactus with a pot and needle-like spines, picked up on the crazy plant-currency based world or something, and gets everyone’s attention. He says, “I’ve always wanted to try this,” and just fuckin,, grabs the whole damn thing, bare ass hands right into it.

Magnus jumps in pain- but it’s cut short as the whole crew resets. No needles in his hand and a black eye, he starts to giggle in triumph. The whole crew is just, staring at him in awe and weird fascination, Taako just snickers in the corner already knowing what the fuck is up.

“Magnus what the FUCK was that?” Lup asks with this crazy, breathy sort of laugh having just watched her friend do something so fuckin whack that she was impressed. He managed to find a way around his impulse control, learning how to dodge pain but still get his questions answered.

After that, it’s just new quest after new impulse at the end of every year. After Magnus in his second year of this decided to swallow a really big rock, Lup went next. She fired off a powerful fireball at her left hand, searing the flesh and leaving a bad smell only seconds later for it to reset in the new plane. She claims now she knows how it is on the receiving end, & that fools don’t play with that shit.

Eventually, the rest of the crew are doing some dumb shit while Davenport steers the ship away. Merle always wanted to be choked out by a vine (‘kinky’ Taako whispers to Lup), Lucretia wanted to stab her hand with a pen before she accidentally did it on a mission, Taako decided to cut his long hair off (how would a pixie look LuLu?) and Barry wanted to drink a flask full of acid. They get really disappointed if they die before the years end impulse-party, where they have to hold off on that thing that may/ may not kill them for another whole year.

Eventually, after having been through so many situations of either joy, annoyance, agony, terror, or happiness, they know exactly which form of death would be the least pleasant, as tailored by their own experiences and worst fears. Some of them are easy, Barry is afraid of drowning, Magnus is terrified of being pulled apart slowly, Lucretia is scared of dying alone in the dark. Merle doesn’t gain a ‘preference’, as he ends up dying at the hands of John most of the time. Taako is claustrophobic and Lup hates heights and falling deaths, though she gets over that when she gains her lich form. Davenport fears failure, but the whole team already knew that despite him never having done a single end of year impulse test.

oh, me? i’m not obsessed with hamilton what are you talking abo-[phone ringtone is Guns and Ships] shit no, that’s not mine, I swear, I-[thousands of pictures of Lin-Manuel Miranda fall from my pocket] i’m just holding them for a friend [screensaver is hamburr fanart] idk what that even is or how it got there-[search history is full of hamilton fic] no listen i can explAIN-

Breaking... Ch.13

Breaking Masterlist

A/N: ‘m really sorry if this chapter feels kinda rushed and out of no where, I’m at a weird point in the story and I don’t know how to go around it yet so I’m really sorry you may have to suffer through this. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wordcount: 2964

Warnings: Cursing (like more than usual), arguing, just generally being upset, revelations

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Breaking Chances

This is it. It’s only a few more hours until everyone gets back and honestly you couldn’t be happier. The past two months working for Burr have completely sucked ass. Seriously if I have to hear “talk less, smile more” one more time I’m going to shoot someone. Aaron let you have these last few days off, just in case they came back early. You finally had some time to think, and damn were you doing a lot of it. You realized after your horse accident you need to be more careful. You’re about 99.9% sure that the voices you heard were from your timeline. And you were even more sure that you heard Anna calling out to you. God, I must be worrying the hell out of her… I’m so sorry Anna… Being away from the Hamilton’s was a wakeup call in it of itself. You’d gotten too comfortable being with them, they were practically your family at this point. You didn’t want to risk the universe but you were scared. You felt selfish and that made you more scared. You’ve majorly fucked up; you can’t tell what the backlash from your actions will be. But honestly, you didn’t really care, if that made sense. What you did care about though was how they would feel. What if you just woke up back at home? What if you didn’t get to say goodbye? So you found a way to fix that. Letters. If Alexander and Rachel taught you anything it was that writing solves everything. Or at least, almost anything. You wrote a letter to everyone, just in case something happened. You told Johnny that he needs to open up more, there’s nothing wrong with being a bit more reserved but he needs to be more confident in himself and his voice. You told Jamie that he needs to stop being so serious all the time, it’s alright to be responsible but he needs to lighten up! He’s just a kid, kids need to have fun! You told AJ that he can’t ever let go of his positivity, always think on the bright side and be there for the people he loves when they go through tough times. To Angie you wrote about her determination. She’s strong and intelligent, she should never lose confidence in her abilities. You told her to explore, not to force herself to be the ‘typical lady’, be someone no one has ever seen before! You told Alexander that he needs to relax, spend more time with his family, slow down on the work. Life is too short to let it fly by. For Eliza, your words were simple. Never lose hope, don’t give up. She taught you a lot and she needs to be proud of all the amazing things she’s done and will continue to do. Philip…that was a different story. You didn’t know exactly what to say and that made you question yourself. It was easy to write to the others, no second drafts, no redoes or anything. But Philip’s required many sheets of wasted paper. Nothing you put down felt quite right. How do I feel about him? I definitely care about him, I’ll never find anyone as trusting or as kind as him, especially not back home. Am I falling for him? Oh no, what if I already have? Shit, do I… Do I love him? No! I’ve only known him a year, I can’t say ‘love’ yet! And what would that even mean if I did? I don’t want to hurt him; I know I will. But still… When I fanaticize at night, it’s into Philip’s eyes. What should I do? He deserves someone who can make him happy… But what even IS love? Is it when you see someone for the first time and know you’re meant to be? No, love at first sight is silly. Is it when you miss someone so much that it feels like you’re suffocating? Possibly, but that doesn’t exactly have to be romantic I suppose. Then what is it? Whenever I read Philip’s letters…my mind feels fuzzy, that’s never happened before. If we read in the study, I end up not reading at all. I peak my head over the book and just watch him, try to guess what he’s thinking, guess what chapter he’s on, count his freckles. I don’t get distracted by anyone else. He makes me forget things, sometimes I don’t even remember that I’m from the future. I feel at home with him, even when we’re both awkward and don’t know what to say. I’m never bored with him, he always talks to me, he’s interested in what I have to say and I wouldn’t miss what he has to say for the world. If I’m feeling anxious or sad, he’s always the first one by my side, trying to make me feel better any way he can, and it always works. I can’t stand seeing him in distress, I just want him to always be happy, even if that’s literally impossible. I just love everything about him! Wait… Holy shit, I just said ‘love’! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, no! I…I love Philip Hamilton… Oh my god! What do I do?! Do I tell him?! Well duh, of course you tell him! Idiot! Nothing good comes out of hiding your feelings, but how do I do it? How do you even bring that up? Do I just blurt it out? No, then you’d look crazy! Real nice job, Y/N! You sighed and held you head in your hands. I never thought I’d ever feel so helpless… You looked up and out your window, the sun was high in the sky. Crap! They should be here any minute! You quickly put all your stuff away and ran out of your room, not bothering to check your appearance. Running down the hall and into the main room you heard a sound that made you both over joyed and incredibly nervous. You haphazardly moved some of your hair to sit over top the still healing cut, you hoped it wouldn’t scar so that your life could for once be a little easy. You stood in the middle of the room and waited for a moment. From outside you heard Eliza.

“We’re home everyone! Now children please grab your- Philip dear, where are you going? You need to get your bags!” You heard impatient footsteps on the steps and then the door flew open. Philip was there, waiting for a moment. A huge, dorky smile on his face, wide eyes. He looked so happy that you could barely see his freckles behind is smile.

“Star!” He called out excitedly as he ran towards you. He wrapped his arms around you, lifted you off the ground and span around. You gripped onto his shoulders cautiously.

“P-Philip! Come on! I-it’s only been a few months!” He set you back on the ground, you couldn’t help but feel a bit anxious as you looked up at him. You heard someone clear their throat and turned to see Alex, holding way too many bags. Eliza, holding a slightly bigger Willy than you remembered, and the children following close behind, but once the kids saw you they all rushed over.

“TT! I’ve missed you so much!” AJ yelled. Angie wrapped her arms around you, giving you a squeeze.

“Oh TT! You missed everything!” She pulled away. “I’m fourteen now! I’m a proper young lady! Isn’t that exciting?” She squealed. You chuckled, you missed her excitement. Jamie and Johnny both stepped up to you and shyly hugged your sides, you patted them both on the head. You looked up to see Eliza and Alex waiting to say hello. You walked over to them and wrapped one arm behind each of their backs. They gave you a gentle group hug and pulled away to look down at you. Eliza raised an eyebrow incredulously.

“Are you alright, my dear? You seem out of sorts.” Her voice was soft and full of concern.

“Um, yeah? I’m a bit tired but I would say I’m feeling okay.” Do I look sick or something? Philip stepped up beside you, Eliza and Alex walked around the both of you to check and make sure the children brought in all their things. Philip turned to face you, when he looked at you he seemed confused. Yet he was also amused by something. He chuckled softly.

“Were you writing before you came to greet us?” He laughed.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” He raised his hand to your cheek, he grazed your cheekbone with his thumb, your hair pushing out of the way as he did so. You didn’t even register what was happening at first. “You’ve got ink on your face silly…” His eyes suddenly widened. Oh no… He moved the rest of your hair, completely exposing the cut on your face. His eyes filled with something you can only equate to terror. “What happened? How did you get that?” He asked worriedly.

“Uh…Um, n-nothing happened?” What the hell am I doing?! He grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze but now he seemed even more confused. He lifted your hand up and turned it in his own, making you palm visible. He focused on it, there were small almost scarred cuts on your hands. Damn you teacup!

“You’re lying; I know when you’re lying! Wait, why are you lying?” He asked with panic. “Did someone do this? Was it the suitor? Did he find you?” Who’s he talking…? YOU’VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME! No! Did he really remember that? Aw, he really does pay attention! Fuck, no Y/N! This is serious! You instinctively pulled your hand away and took a step back.

“I… I can’t…” You looked down at the ground, you couldn’t even look at him in that moment, you could hardly speak. I just found out I love him, how am I supposed to lie to him? But if I tell him the truth… it’ll crush him. I can’t do that; I can’t do that to him!

“You can’t what? Can’t talk to me? I thought you trusted me! We promised not to lie to each other!” He sounded genuinely hurt, you didn’t know why but you felt angry. Not at him but at yourself for getting into this mess.

“I don’t have to tell you everything Philip! It’s not like I’m your wife or something! And even if I was I don’t have to tell you shit!” You shot back. What am I doing? Where did that even come from?

“Well who even said I’d want you as my wife? Because I sure as hell don’t want my wife to lie to me!”

“What else do you expect me to do Philip? You wouldn’t understand! You’re just a kid!” You yelled. Philip’s eyes looked like they could pop out of his head, but for some reason you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. I hate it when I can’t guess what people are thinking!

“So…that’s how you really feel, huh?” He asked softly. You didn’t move, your muscles were completely tensed up, your hands were clenched into fists and shaking. Philip let out something like a short laugh. “Of course, I’m such an idiot.” He turned and walked away from you, past everyone else and up the stairs. You didn’t dare take a breath until you heard his door shut. What did…Oh God… Philip, I’m so sorry…so sorry… You felt tears running down your face, your shoulders moving up and down with your cries. You covered your mouth to muffle the sobbing. Eliza and Alex were whispering behind you, after a moment you heard Alex speak to you in a calm voice.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” He stepped up to you and placed his hand on your shoulder, you shook it off. He began to say your name again but you cut him off by gathering your skirt and running to the door. You swung it open and rushed out. You didn’t know what you were doing, you weren’t processing anything, melting snow crunched under your shoes. The sun was warm but the air was sharp. You ran out of the yard and down the road, you didn’t realize where you were going, until you came upon that lamp post. The one that you woke up under on your first day in this strange old and new world. You stood in front of it and kicked it with all your might, not caring how badly it might hurt.

“Damn it! Why? Why me? I didn’t ask for this! Take me back! I want to go home! Do you hear me? Take me back!” You screamed, so loud it made your throat burn. Your knees hit the ground, you couldn’t stand anymore. You felt weak, and this time you couldn’t lie to yourself. “I’m helpless… I ruined everything!” Your vision was blurry but as you looked down at the ground, a small light flashed into your right eye. You wiped away your tears so you could get a better look at it. There was a small plaque at the base of the lamp post, you didn’t remember it being there before but it looked old and worse for wear. The only part you could make out was the end. “…nix? What?” The beginning was blocked out by some kind of metal fragments imbedded in it. It looks like…what is that? Broken shrapnel? Whatever it is, it’s making this really hard to figure out. What does ‘nix’ mean? That’s obviously not all that’s there. You heard footsteps quickly approaching you, you didn’t bother to look up. Whoever it was kneeled down beside you.

“Titania! You can’t just run off like that! Or at least tell us where you are going first!” Alex said, trying to catch his breath.

“…Alex…What have I done?” You asked as you continued to stare at the golden metal plate. Alex sighed.

“I’m positive that if you just-“

“Not that! None of this was supposed to happen… Everything I get close to ends up going to hell. What have I done to deserve this? How could I make such an idiotic mistake? I made the man I love hate me…” Alex was silent for a moment.

“We all make mistakes, some worse than others.” He placed his hand on your shoulder once more and you raised your head up toward the sky. “Look at where you are, look at where you started. The fact that you’re alive is a miracle. Just stay alive and that would be enough for him. Look at how lucky you are to be alive right now!” He said with fatherly optimism. “I can’t pretend I don’t know the challenges you’re facing. The words you keep erasing and replacing in your mind. But I can tell that he’s just as afraid. He knows that he loves you, he wants to grant you peace of mind. All you have to do is let him inside your heart.”

“But I’m scared… I shouldn’t be a part of the narrative in the stories they’ll write someday…”

“Yes, you should. Let this moment be the first chapter where you decide to stay.” He encouraged.

“But could I be enough? Would this be enough?”

“It will be enough.” He finished. You knew he was right, you made a mistake but as long there was even a slim chance at redemption, you knew you had to take that chance. Even if he still hates you in the end.

“When should I tell him?” You asked.

“Not now, I believe he needs some time to cool down. I would suggest apologizing in a few days but don’t confess your feelings just yet. You’ll both need time to adjust before you can accept your mutual fondness.” You nodded in agreement. It was probably best to keep your feelings a secret for now, at least until you both felt comfortable again. “While we are away from the others I have a question for you Titania. Rachel, she left with Cato didn’t she?” He asked, you turned your gaze toward him, obvious shock painted on your features.

“How? How did you know?” You asked curiously, he chuckled.

“When we heard from Mulligan that Cato was gone, everyone was shocked. That is, except for Betsy and I. We saw the way she looked at him, to us it was obvious. She’s a bit of a rebel, isn’t she? Laurens would be very proud of her.” He smiled. Wait what? Laurens? As in John Laurens?! Like leader of the first all-black battalion?! “She may not look like him but she sure as hell has his spirit!” He laughed. OH MY GOD JOHN LAURENS IS RACHEL’S DAD HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

“My friend is the daughter of one of the first anti-slavery activists in American history… And fell in love with the slave of one of his closest friends…while she was raised by the other…Wow…” Honestly at this point you had an incredible headache, you had a lot to think about and you told Alex that. He agreed and you both made your way back to the house. You immediately went into your room and fell onto your bed. Making irreversibly bad decisions is exhausting… I wish Rachel was still here…just so that I could talk to her. I wish Anna was here! Why do both of my green-eyed best friends have to be so far away?! If Angie was a little older I would have no issue with talking with here…actually her and Anna are pretty similar sometimes… I guess I’m just going to have to deal with this one on my own! Hopefully I’m not running out of time…

Trespass Girl - Kang Daniel Requested Scenario


Summary: in which a prince falls for a low birth

Genre: Prince!Daniel

Message?: I’ve never done this before so I hope it’s good > __________________

I ran for my life, already gasping for breath as I saw King Chanwoo enter the gardens of his castle, the gardens I was trespassing in.

Why did I do it though? I don’t even know. I am a ‘village peasant’ to King Chanwoo and his family. Everyone is.

As I was running I tripped on a tree stump, making me go flying and grab my bloody knee once on safe ground.

“Who’s there?!” A voice shouted.

Shit. I got up slowly, limping on my bad leg.

I heard footsteps quicken behind me so quickened mine but it was too late.

“Who’s there?!“ he asked again, “I have my sword.”

I turned around, bowing at 90 degrees.

“I’m sorry King! I’m sorry! I was trespassing!” I exclaimed, still bowing.

“Luckily for you I’m not King,” the voice said before I heard a sword going back into it’s holder and stood up straight.

As I stood up my eyes scanned the boy. I looked at his face, toned, handsome, light brown hair.

“Prince Euigeon,” I gasped, beginning to bow again.

“You don’t have to bow again,” he said, looking at me with arrogance before softening his expression, “what’s your name, trespass girl?”

I looked at my feet, muttering, “I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Why were you in our gardens Y/L/N?” Euigeon asked.

“Because—” I stopped, not having a good reason.

“Because?” he asked, taking a step towards me.

I swallowed a lump I had in my throat. “Because they’re beautiful.”

“Do you not have something else to look at that is beautiful?” he asked, “why our gardens?!”

“Because no where else in the village is pretty,” I confessed, “everywhere you look there’s dying people, starving children, dirty sewers, homeless families, a mother with child but without husband!”

Euigeon looked at me confused, stuttering a reply, “all in- in that village?”

I nodded, sighing, “so I apologise once again, your highness, for trespassing your beautiful gardens.”

“It’s okay,” Prince Euigeon said, looking at the ground, “I go there a lot too. But, but tell me, why is there so much depression in the village?”

“Not to be rude your highness but I think it’s because your father never comes to visit. He doesn’t know all the depression,” I said, “but that’s the way it’s been all these years.”

“I’d like to visit,” Euigeon said, “to rome the streets with you.”

I snickered, “I do not think so your highness.”

“And why not?!” he asked, stepping forward.

“Your clothes!” I exclaimed, “People will find out your Prince Euigeon. People will throw rotten food at you.”

“Why?” Euigeon asked, looking bewildered.

“Because they believe your family has brought this upon the village,” I sighed.

“So do I! So I will visit!” Euigeon exclaimed.

“Not like that!” I shouted, “I’m sorry your highness but it’s too risky.”

“Bring me clothes then,” he instructed as I turned away.

“Pardon?” I asked, looking back at him.

“Bring me some mans clothes, tomorrow, here. I will put them on and come with you to the village,” Euigeon explained, “are you stupid?”

I stuttered in disbelief, “f-fine. I will.”

I turned and began to limp away.

“Trespass girl,” Euigeon said, a questioning tone in his voice.

“Yes your highness?” I said, turning back round.

“Why do you limp?” he asked.

“My knee sir, I fell whilst running away,” I explained.

Euigeon sighed, “come with me then.”

“Where?” I asked.

“To the castle,” he said, matter-of-factly, “of course.”

“With me dressed like this?!” I exclaimed.

“Do not worry,” Euigeon said, “we’re only going to the kitchen.”

I sighed, great. The kitchen. Where he’ll probably get someone else to dress my knee and then make me thank him. So demanding.

As we walked through the gardens I gasped and Euigeon smiled at me.

“You know your highness I think that’s the first time I’ve seen you smile,” I said cheekily.

“Please Y/N. Stop calling me ‘your highness’. Call me Euigeon,” he sighed.

I looked at him in disbelief. The prince was asking me to talk to him informally?!

“Sit there,” Euigeon said when we reached the kitchen as he pulled out a stall.

“Where do we keep the medical things?” Euigeon asked, a sense of authority as he spoke to everyone in the kitchen.

The younger ones started bowing while the elder ones pointed a finger to a shelf with a box on it.

Euigeon nodded, striding over to the box and opening it, getting tissues and some tape.

“Euigeon,” I said, laughing slightly as I watched him walk back over to me, “do you even know how to do that?”

“I think you underestimate the power of education,” Euigeon smirked as he got down on one knee and began dressing my knee.

“Thank you,” I said, standing back up.

“Please don’t put too much weight on it,” Euigeon said, looking worried.

I smirked, “is the Prince worries about me?!”

“No!” he exclaimed, “just- just… I just wanted to make sure someone would go with me to the village tomorrow.”

My heart sank as he said that, realising that the Prince would never be worried about me.

“I’ll walk you back through the gardens,” Euigeon said, “you know- because- because um, my father would worry if it was just you.”

I smile a bit at this as he didn’t seem like he was telling the truth but I just nodded and followed him back through the gardens.

“You won’t make me look like a fool, will you?” he asked as we edged closer and closer to the edge of the woods.

“It depends what you define as a fool Euigeon,” I laughed.

He nodded, smiling a bit as he said, “something like you I imagine.”

I laughed, mock-offended as our pace slowed down. Still, we quickly reached the woods between the village and the castle.

“Thank you Euigeon,” I said, looking at my feet.

“That’s okay trespass girl,” he said with a smile.

I looked at him with my head tilted before laughing, “you’re not as uptight as you seem.”

“Maybe I am,” Euigeon said.

I laughed again, “I don’t think you are.”

Euigeon looked down at me, smiling as he said, “I’m excited to see you tomorrow trespass girl.”

My heart sped up and I mentally cursed, why am I getting me heart fluttered by the prince?!

Slowly Euigeon’s face became closer and closer before I closed my eyes and felt my lips on his.

Why does this feel…. right?

Strangers ~ Chapter Five

Not requested

Genre: Angst

Member: Byun Baekhyun & Zhang Yixing

Summary: (of this series) For the past two years, you and Baekhyun have been dating. But for the past six months, he’s treated you like a stranger. Tight schedules and different careers drive the two of you apart from each other. What happens when you decide you’re no longer happy and enough is enough?

Summary: (of this chapter) More of Yixing rather than Baekhyun in this chapter…prepare.

{Chapter one} {Chapter two} {Chapter three} {Chapter four} {Chapter six} {Chapter seven} {Chapter eight} {Chapter nine} {Chapter ten} {Chapter eleven} {Epilogue}

“So what’s up?” she says.


Why is she so nice to you?

“I need to talk about me, you, and Baekhyun.” you say.

She responds immediately.

That’s how you know she won’t play you.

“What happened?”

“He…he told me he loves both you and me.”

“What? What do you mean?” she asks, confused.

“We’ve been having some…problems recently. And somehow he now loves both of us.” you say accusingly. You can’t help it. No matter how you look at it, you’re pretty sure she’s done something to cause Baekhyun to fall in love with her.

“How-when, when did he tell you this?” 

“Just a few hours ago.”

She’s quiet.

She knows something.

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anonymous asked:

imagine you and zach hanging out, sitting under a tree and he's singing to you and when he says "usually I don't give in so quick, what you done to me?" he takes in your hands in his and sings it while just staring deeply into your eyes

holy fucking shit i would fall more in love with him than i already am 😭

Zexal Month W4D4: Favorite VA

Okay so today is favorite voice actor and I’ll be honest here, I tend to…not really notice voice actors?  Don’t get me wrong I totally appreciate great voice acting, but I rarely, if ever, know who’s who or who’s been in what else.  I’m just not good at paying attention to that.

But one thing DID occur to me when I heard this prompt, and it’s something I heard about a while ago that idk if it’s still true?  But okay the voice actor for this guy:

Originally posted by moebern

a while ago, he got married to the voice actor for this gal:

Originally posted by t-tebane


so pls enjoy this really fucking stupid edit of the pair of them

Ichigo has known you for five minutes and she’s already done with your shit Vector she can smell a shitty alien from a mile away she has eXPERIENCE

she’s not falling for your cute act her shitty alien radar has been going off for ten minutes already




Originally posted by moonlarents

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Members : All of BTS

Genre: Pretty much everything fluff, angst including smut of course

Word Count: 1.726

“So? You got the hit?”

What does he mean by that? Even though I am confused as hell JungKook seems to be aware of the not so obvious topic.

He shakes his head.

“No… Thought you needed another shot”

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I never thought I’d say this, but I am officially calling queerbaiting. And I am 1,000,000% done.

I am so fucking tired of being yanked around by writers on SPN, MCU and every fucking other thing I watch.

Even Shadowhunters decided it would be more fun to yank us around by giving us The Big Damn Kiss and then fucking up the Malec relationship before it was more than an inch off the ground. They were together for a book and a half before the same hitch came along in the source material; they could’ve given us at least half a season of Malec being stupid happy drippy goofy romantic before dropping the Camille plot device on us!

And tonight… tonight was a perfect moment. Dean could’ve taken the chance to kiss Cas at the cemetery. To have one moment for himself before dying an irreversible death. Instead, we get hugs. We get “you’re our brother”.



I’m dropping f-bombs like mad and I don’t usually but this is too damned much. I’m angry and tired of being invested in shows that just want to fuck around with my emotions.

I am officially calling queerbaiting on the SPN finale tonight. They set it up perfectly and then let the pitch go by. I am so completely fucking done with this shit right now.

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be better. Maybe by this fall I’ll be in a hopeful headspace for Destiel again. Maybe the Nazi arc for Cap will be just one more tangle in a canon that’s already less organized than a plate of linguini and Shadowhunters will resolve the massive hole they blew through Malec early on so that we can just have canon happy Malec as a counterpoint to Clace & Sizzy angst for the rest of the run. Maybe CBS was never going to let Tibbs happen and I’ll remember that I realized that years ago so Tony leaving doesn’t really change anything.

I want to hope.

But right now I’m a pissed off fan that would like it if just ONE of her fucking forsaken fandoms would belly up to the bar and stop fucking her around.

*stomps off to re-read @greymichaela’s Solitary because that is my happy place*

anonymous asked:

Arakita giving his s/o a promise ring after being together for a few years. Make it really fluffy pls. <3

The great Wikipedia states that promise rings can just be something like a pre-engagement kind of thing, so that’s what I’m running with !

He had been carrying it around for days.

It didn’t weigh much, even in the box he was keeping it in so it didn’t get lost, so he kept checking to make sure it was there, just touching lightly every time he got something else out of his schoolbag.

Arakita had been carrying it around for days, and he didn’t know what to do.

There had been a special, a new jewelry place in town, and he had bought it mostly on a whim. He had seen the display of rings and had immediately thought of his partner. And when the shop keeper had said promise ring and explained the meaning–a symbol of serious commitment–Arakita bought the one that caught his eye the most on the spot.

It was a simple thing. Nothing flashy. And he had no idea how to give it to them without them making it into a Big Thing. Arakita didn’t want it to be something big it was just–he was seriously committed to them. Having a concrete something as a reminder to them both felt…nice.

His partner sighed. “Do you have a pencil I can use, Arakita?” they asked, tossing their own aside in disgust as the lead broke, yet again.

“In my bag,” he mumbled the pen in his mouth, frowning down at the math problem was trying to make sense of. There were more letters than numbers in the damn thing, what the hell kind of math problem was–

Oh, what’s this? Present for somebody?”

The pen dropped and Arakita whipped around, reaching out, but they had already opened the box. Shit.

“Don’t just go through my stuff!” he snapped out. The damage was already done though; their eyes were bright as they inspected the ring. Gritting his teeth, Arakita let his hand fall, watching them carefully.

“Who’s it for? It’s pretty!”

Not as pretty as you.

He sighed. “It’s…for you. If you want.”

“Me?” their mouth fell open slightly. “My birthday’s not for months though, Arakita! Really? I can have it?” Then they frowned worriedly. “Am I forgetting some kind of anniversary? I told you, you really need to remind me–”

“It’s a promise ring,” he blurted out and they fell silent. “You know, like. A sign of serious commitment or some shit like that. Thought you would like it.”

A slow flush rose up their neck and they smiled, practically glowing. “I love it.”

But what Arakita heard, blushing as they threw their arms around him, was I love you.

218. You join him in the shower (requested)

Dan: Even though you were on two totally different floors, you could still hear Dan singing in the shower. You laughed to yourself. You couldn’t quite tell what it was, but it made you smile. Curious to see what he was singing, you walked down the stairs and realized it was Fall Out Boy, as you could also hear the actual music being played from his laptop. You opened the door and peeked your head in slightly. “You having fun in here?” you laughed. He was currently shampooing his hair. “I am. Would you like to join?” he asked. You had already taken a shower, but you decided to hop in anyway.

Phil: “You almost done in there?” you asked after you knocked on the bathroom door. “I need to get ready for work,” you added. “Shit. I just got in,” Phil called back. You groaned, annoyed since you were already running a little behind schedule. “You could always join me.” That was true. “Alright. I’m coming in,” you announced as you walked into the bathroom and took off your clothes. The shower was already steamy when you hopped in. But you quickly noticed that something was off. “Oh my god. I left my socks on,” you laughed as you quickly took them off and threw them into the sink.