i can dig it!!!!

anonymous asked:

hey dude i dig ur writing. can you write the apprentice spoiling asra with kisses?

This gets a little nsfw at the end? I think? I dunno, hope you like it!

“Asra. Asra. I’m about to be really cute, are you ready?” Despite having perfect eye contact with her, mostly accomplished by the fact she was straddling his prone figure, Sapphira apparently still felt the need to nudge his chest for attention. “Asra, you ready? Are you paying attention? Asra. Asra. Asra Asra Asra-”

Sapphira, oh my god, why are you like this?” He laughed, swatting at her hands. “Yes, please. Be very cute.” Even if he really wanted to attempt it, there could be no trace of annoyance in his voice. Not when she glowed so beautifully in the pale, smoky light of a rainy sky, lamplight bursting around her tousled hair in a blue halo. The fact she wore only his undershirt and a smile certainly helped, too.

“Okay, close your eyes.” He obeyed after shooting her a suspicious glance. “I’m gonna kiss all my favorite parts about you in order from most favorite to slightly less most favorite.”

“Don’t you mean ‘least favorite’?”

“There is literally nothing about you that is my least favorite, except maybe that you could ever assume anything about you is my least favorite.”

“If anything, it’s just proper grammar.”

“Don’t bother me with your logic.” She rolled forward to lay her chest over his, relaxing her entire weight into him. Her breath was cool and sweet against his cheeks, her lips feather soft as they ghosted over his eyelids. “Your eyes are first because they’re the color of the sky just after twilight, and because of the way they look at me.”

There was a tickle on his nose when she moved to the hair curling over his forehead. “Then your hair, because it’s so soft and soothing to touch, and reminds me of the clouds I used to stare at when I was a kid. I’d lay on the deck and just watch them float by on nice days. Gentle clouds are always a small miracle to a sailor.”

She kissed his broad grin next. “Then your mouth, because sexy reasons.”

He cracked open a single eye. “Sexy reasons?”

“Listen, I can’t be romantic and poetic all the time. It’s very exhausting. Also, close your eyes, I didn’t say you could open them yet.”

He snorted, but did as she commanded.

“Let’s seeeee… there’s so many things to chose from, I can’t decide. Oh, I know!” Heat pressed against his neck, teeth nipping playfully at the soft skin of his jugular. “Big fan of this.”

“No special reason?”

“More sexy reasons.” She mumbled around the delicate length of his collarbone, carving a trail of kisses that wandered down his chest and over his abdomen.

“Of course. Is everything at this point just sexy reasons?” His eyes fluttered open, his hand slipped into her hair, and as he watched her crawl down the bed to switch between kissing and biting at the inside of his thighs, he let a shaking breath tumble from his lips.

Stars, he adored her. It was a miracle, a testament to his self control, really, that he was even still laying down at all.

“Currently? Yes.”

“Oh, thank god.” He gasped, and threw himself to her mercy as he melted into the mattress.

Proposals five ways

1. While lounging

For the thousandth time that week, Heath was very happy they had decided to invest in a Love Sac.

They were in pajama pants and socks and comfy sweatshirts, with all varieties of snacks and beverages within reach. Heath was snuggled in between Zane’s legs, with Zane’s arms wrapped around him from behind.

Zane had picked out the movie, and Heath wrinkled his nose when the title screen came on, very romantic music playing in the background.

“Is this a cheesy Hallmark movie?” Heath asked. “I can feel your dick digging into me, so I know you didn’t turn into a woman. What gives?”

“I need a palate cleanser,” Zane answered. “Everything we’ve watched lately has been gory and violent and depressing. I’m seeing fake blood in my dreams. Give me this one, okay?”

“Fine, but if I feel like I want to vomit, we’re turning it off,” Heath warned. He estimated he’d probably last about ten minutes.

He was very wrong.

By the middle of the film, Heath was yelling at the protagonist and throwing popcorn at the screen. “Melanie, why are you crying over him, you dumb bitch?! He’s a piece of shit and you deserve so much better!”

“She still loves him,” Zane said, taking hold of Heath’s wrist before he threw more popcorn. 

“Well, she’s an idiot. Mark clearly loves her way more and she better get her head out of her ass before I go in there.”

“Where? Into the TV?” Zane asked, trying not to laugh.

“Shut up, dickhead,” Heath said, shoving a handful of popcorn into his mouth. 

Heath went on a roller coaster of emotions, and his anger quickly went to sadness as Melanie fell into a deep depression, but then happiness again as there was a passage of time and she and Mark reconnected.

“She finally gonna get that dick,” Heath commented towards the end of the film, and sure enough, a few scenes later Melanie and Mark were in bed together.

The film ended with a proposal, and Heath was too emotionally exhausted at that point to be that excited for them. 

“So, you didn’t vomit,” Zane pointed out.

“Hallmark movies have improved significantly,” Heath said, taking a sip of beer. “And Melanie was a snack. And Mark was too. They were a snack pack.”

“Okay, now I’m gonna vomit,” Zane said, and Heath elbowed him. 

“That proposal though,” Heath began, shaking his head.

“What about it?”

“It made sense for them, but there were too many people around. It felt like a production. I don’t like proposals like that.”

Zane hummed thoughtfully. “What kind of proposals do you like?”

“I don’t know. I’m not a girl, I don’t think about these things that much. But I know I wouldn’t want it to be in public. Simple is better.”

Zane dug into the pocket of his pajama pants, and when he wrapped his arms around Heath again, there was a ring in his open palm.

“Like this?” Zane murmured into Heath’s ear. “Will you marry me?”

Heath was frozen in shock for several seconds. “Is this a joke?”

“No. It’s real.” Zane pressed a kiss onto Heath’s temple.

“Who the fuck carries around a ring to just pull out during a conversation?” Heath asked skeptically, although he could feel his eyes start to water.

“I chose this movie on purpose, asshat,” Zane replied, rolling his eyes. “Are you gonna marry me or not?”

“I said I wanted a simple proposal, not a mean one,” Heath said, his voice wavering. He managed to get up out of Zane’s lap and stood up on shaky legs. “Ask me again. Nicely.”

Zane pushed himself off the Love Sac and got on one knee in front of Heath. He took Heath’s right hand and held up the ring with his other. “Heath, will you marry me?”

“Duh,” Heath replied with a teary smile, wiggling his left ring finger. Zane laughed joyfully and slid on the ring, and Heath tackled him back on to the Love Sac, peppering his entire face with kisses. 

“We better not watch any more Hallmark movies. Next time I might tell you I’m pregnant,” Heath said, keeping his face very serious.

“I wouldn’t mind,” Zane replied, his eyes twinkling. “You’d be a great mother.”

“Damn right I would.” Heath nodded vigorously, and then they both cracked up. They spent the rest of the night in very simple- and engaged- bliss.

creativeandinterestingnamehere  asked:

Hi, so I don't know if you're gonna wanna draw this or not but I've had this idea in my head for so long now of Hanzo knowing how to play the violin and every one is just shocked when they learn, and he's like really good???? Like he's been playing since he was rlly little so he's just great at it and everyone's like >:OOOOOOO k imma go byeeee


Sorry, this took so long ‘cause I was on vacation for almost a month!

But I adore this kind of headcanons!

I was talking with my friends about it, and we thought it would be really nice if the moments Hanzo plays his favourite instruments are the ones he’s the happiest!

Relaxed and peaceful Hanzo is what I live for. ( ˘ ³˘)♥

(Oh, in case if you’re wondering what he’s playing. ;^) )

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@fierysuggestion: set your past on fire and leave

Things that only SPN fandom can understand:
  • “Oh my Chuck!”
  • “Carry on my wayward soOOOOOon” means “somebody’s gonna die”
  • “Adam? Who the fuck is Ad- Ooooh, right!”
  • “It’s just a car!”: fandom screaming
  • “Why does everyone have to die!?”
  • Lucifer and Death are good guys
  • Metatron is not.
  • Don’t get stuck on tuesday
  • “How can Sam get wifi everywhere?”
  • “It’s funnier in enochian”
  • Dean is the pizzaman
  • There are a lot of ways to say “I love you”
  • Twist and Shout
  • “How can this cast be so fucking attractive!?”
  • God is bisexual
  • Thinking “I kinda miss the apocalypse”
  • “I can dig Elvis”: fandom heartbreak
  • “Bitch”, “Jerk”, “Idiot”, “Assbutt”.
  • Your social life ended with “Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days”
  • “I usually suffer from insomnia” actually means “I usually spend the night reading Destiel fanfictions”
  • “Why do I still watch this show?”

anonymous asked:

So Peggy starts the best bar fights? Elaborate, please.

oh man, those were the good old days. 

the howlies got in a lot of bar fights. you might think that the last thing a bunch of soldiers would want to do with their free time is fight people, but actually bar fights were a great stress relief. nobody really got seriously injured, and we tried to keep property damage to a minimum.  (and we also almost never started bar fights, for the record. most of the time it was guys from another unit who wanted to prove how badass they were by taking on the infamous howling commandos.) so bar fights themselves weren’t that unusual.

but peggy’s bar fights…oh, they were glorious. 

see, peggy never got in a fight for no reason; she was smarter than that. but when she did fight, it was truly beautiful. ive never seen a better right cross, before or since.

so one time we were on leave, sipping drinks in this english pub. the howlies were at the back table, enjoying a couple pitchers, while peggy was up at the bar, chatting with the barmaid. many of the bars and pubs back then had female bartenders–filling the gaps with the men off at war. and generally barmaids (which was what a female bartender was called back then) were the sort of girl pegs got along with–sensible, dependable, and not willing to take shit from any man. so she often enjoyed commiserating with the barmaids while we drank. she used to say she had to be free of us ‘charming gentlemen’ before she wound up blowing things up as erratically as we did. which was hurtful. our explosions were very intentional.
mostly.

so peggy got to chat about the best ways to hurl drunken idiots out doors and we got to ply steve with alcohol to see how much booze it would take to make him drunk. (tragically, we never found out.)

on this particular occasion, peggy was sitting at the bar when this mountain of a man came in. and i mean huge. thor-sized. like the hulk’s pinker younger brother. and with him came a dozen or so of his closest friends, all locals. (they may also have been poorly disguised orcs. im not sure, but i wouldn’t discount it as a possibility after seeing all the nonsense ive seen) the group of them made their way up to the bar, wedged their way in, and started harassing the barmaid. 

now, i don’t know what they said. peggy refused to repeat it. all i know is that one of the larger idiots said something stupid, laughed, and reached out to grope the barmaid. his hand made it about six inches from her chest when peggy’s fist broke his nose. he hit the floor like a tree falling, and the bar went quiet for a split second before one exceptionally suicidal idiot lunged at peggy.

everything went crazy. there were a good few dozen of us 107th guys in the bar, and all of us knew and adored pegs, so when the mountain-men went after her, every fine man of the 107th went after them. but it turned out that the locals defended their own, and we were pretty evenly matched for numbers. within seconds, everyone was throwing punches. bottles were thrown. dernier used a tablecloth to blind a man and threw him out a window. dumdum used one guy’s fists to hit another guy. i hurled bottlecaps at people’s eyeballs, because it’s fun.(im a sniper. we like distance) steve tried to wade through the chaos to get to peggy, but people kept punching him and then clutching their hands in agony, so he got kind of bogged down. 

at the bar, peggy was demonstrating exactly why she was the 107th’s darling–because she could put a grown man twice her size on the ground in two seconds flat. she knocked out six men; seven more promptly fell in love with her. 

as the chaos began to wind down, most of the locals had either been beaten down or fled, and only the mini-hulk and a couple others were left, brawling like berserkers. we were just about ready to turn steve loose on them when the barmaid handed peggy a stool. peggy took it, walked up behind where most of us howlies were still duking it out, and broke the stool over the big guy’s head. 

he went down hard. the rest of them surrendered out of terror. 

(and, possibly, they had also fallen prey to abruptly-in-love-with-peggy-carter syndrome. but really, who wasn’t?)

  • Wonder Woman 2 set, day 1 of shooting, Patty Jenkins digging through boxes in the costume department, throwing jackets and scarves at Gal, already dressed in a red heavy coat and long blue baggy pants.
  • Gal: Patty... are, are you sure you want THIS to be Diana's new costume!? I mean, I can't really move in this...
  • Patty: *still digging through clothes* Shut up. I leave you with those two for 3 months and they manage to throw away every single good thing I did with 4 shots of your ass! I FUCKING DARE THEM TO DO THAT AGAIN. Nobody ever fucking listens to me and now I have to redo the whole thing all over again thanks to fucking Joss Whedon and his inability to look at a woman without putting a camera on her ass and boobs. And YOU, why didn't you protest!? Didn't I teach you anything?
  • Gal: But... but I got Brett Ratner to go...
  • Patty: THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!
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Some WKM art because they all deserved better! (Made for a thing I’m participating in with @kenmarlenn and some other artists!)

Anyway, It was really nice to draw them all happy and smiling. I had so much fun making this. Hope Y’all can dig it.

I did say I was gonna draw class 1a kids in stuff I own didn’t I? todoroki is the only one i have finished with colors so far cus im biased but other sketches will be done soon!

this was supposed to be clothing practice but my wardrobe is so very plain lmao