i can't hear you over the sound of how otp they are

The beauty and chastity of this lady are indeed so great that neither Lucretia nor Diana herself were either more beautiful or more chaste. So great is her virtue and her character so fine, that she certainly seems to have been preserved by divine will (…)
—  on Elizabeth of york, from Henry VII’s official correspondence to the Pope Innocent VIII.

anonymous asked:

bellarke + ‘Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’

“Should I be concerned with how much caffeine you’re taking in?”

The hand reaching across the counter for her coffee stops and she glances up at the barista, with a raised eyebrow, who did this guy think he was policing her coffee intake. “Excuse me?” she asks, reaching the rest of the way and picks up her coffee cup.

“Sure it’s great for business and I shouldn’t be complaining,” he starts. “But you have been in here every day for the past week and a half, sometimes twice a day, and sometimes you get the doubleshot.”

Clarke just stares at this stranger, wondering just why he would care so much and she doesn’t know what makes her tell him, maybe it’s the sleep deprivation, or the fact that she’s hyped up on caffeine or that fact that is barista is kind of adorable especially with the way he’s looking at her. And not to mention those freckles.

Well I guess he wasn’t technically a stranger, considering she has been in here for almost two weeks and he’s been here every day she has.  And he didn’t look like an axe murder so maybe she was safe telling him about her occupation.

“I’m a surgical resident and I’m a fifth year and my boards are coming up,” she explains, using her free hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her hair. “So there’s a lot of studying on top of all my patients,” and she stops herself when she realizes she’s rambling.

“At Arkadia Medical?” he asks, quirking an eyebrow in interest. “You’re going to be a surgeon?”

“That’s the plan anyway,” Clarke responds.

“Well maybe I should let you get back to your studying,” he says with a smile which Clarke returns before turning around and turning back towards the hospital across the street.

Normally, she would just grab some coffee at the coffee cart on the fourth floor of the hospital but that tasted like sludge half the time. Someone needed to find out how to make coffee, especially a hospital full of surgeons and surgical interns. Also, she was partial to the coffee house right across the street from her hospital ever since she discovered it.

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Title: until you can’t take it anymore
Summary: More times than not, she likes it better when he’s the lead. But sometimes, Sakura quite loves having Sasuke at her mercy.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto. 
Prompt: tease
Warning(s): Pretty explicit smutty goodness!
Comments: I have Velvet Kiss to thank for this one. Ya’ll should read the manga if you haven’t, it’s fucking amazing. And so, so hot. Omfg.

She loves doing this to him. Loves to have him thrash, to have him swear, face flushed in frustrated passion. Usually, Sakura is not one to prefer exerting dominance over her husband, having always favored the sight of him above her, behind her, lone hand anchoring her body to his own as he fits his mouth over her hot, slicked flesh, and moves her to the tandem of his thrusts. Gentle or hard-loving, she loves to submit herself to his control, to find herself at his mercy, because although Sasuke can at times be greedy, he is still nothing short of a generous lover.

She drowns herself in him, caught up in the force of his lust and the weight of his love, as it pours into every touch and every look, allowing her to lose herself in a way she had still never quite been able to while she was in charge. And as she watches the grimace slipping to his lips, and feels his calloused fingers squeezing the flesh of her hip harshly, she wonders if this is how Sasuke feels, too, when she exerts her own power.

“You’re so tense,” she breathes, pressing slow, wet kisses to the line of his jaw, deft fingers gently twining in his hair. “Did I breach your limit, Sasuke-kun?” Rolling her hips in a hard grind, she almost lets herself grin at the way he jerks and twitches inside her, darting her tongue out to taste his sweaty skin. “I’m always stopping right before you come… It must be so aggravating to you…”

Sasuke’s jaw tightens with a rumble of this throat, and she smiles, keeping the slow, hard rocking rhythm of her hips, lips brushing fleetingly over his cheek. “Is it aggravating, Sasuke-kun?” she murmurs, tracing his parted mouth with her thumb, belly burning at his hot, panting breaths. “Am I being annoying?”

“Shut up,” he rasps, snatching out to grab a full, pert breast. She nearly gasps at the feeling of his calloused fingers molding her soft flesh, a pleased hum falling from her mouth as he flicks her nipple with his thumb. She feels his lips twitching, like he is pleased with her response. “Just keep going,” he puffs, turning his head to capture her mouth in a deep, burning kiss.

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She Can’t Do This Again

@tinkbooklover said: Hey I have a prompt if you still are taking them. I was wondering if you could write something with Clarke. Like either a mother daughter or Marcus/Clarke talk about Kabby. Or both. Or like Clarke watching her mother fall in love over lots of scenes. Your choice. Just my thoughts.

I am SOOOOO sorry this is so late. Also, sorry for any grammar mistakes, guys! I hope this is okay. I love the idea of Clarke watching her mom fall in love. I’m a sucker for that kind of thing. I’ll write another one if it’s not good enough!!! ^_^


“Absolutely not.”

It’s what her mother had said upon hearing her daughter’s pleas to accompany them to the newfound swimming spot, courtesy of Octavia. It was a slow day around the camp, which was rare in itself, and Clarke wanted nothing more than for her mother to relax.

It wasn’t a white sand beach somewhere in the tropics like all of her Earth history books portrayed, but the water was just as beautiful, if not more.

In the end, all it takes is for Bellamy to convince Marcus, and for Marcus to literally drag her mother out from Medical.

“Did she put you up to this?” She hears her mother ask him as they pack up a few things and head out to hike an hour away from camp.

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why the last scene of“The Truth“ severely fucked me up

Mulder and Scully have just come to such a harmonious place in this scene. It just encapsulates so much of why they work so well together. They may have different ideas about things and different ways of looking at the world, her being guided by science and her religion, and Mulder by his belief in the supernatural and by his (rightful) paranoia, but when it comes down to it, they believe the same thing.

it sounds cheesy as fuck but Mulder’s journey was never truly about The Aliens, it was about justice (something Scully is just as passionate about) and most importantly it was about love. He kept looking for his sister because even if she was dead, he didn’t want her to be lost to him, he didn’t want whatever happened to her to mean nothing. He kept looking for her because as long as there was something to look for, she wasn’t truly lost. Everything he did for the truth he did because he loved his sister. And everything Scully did in her journey she did for justice and for the truth too…and because she loved Mulder. That’s what’s “greater than any alien force” it’s just…fucking….love. And honestly, that’s…that’s beautiful. 

Scully says she’d do everything all over again because she saw in Mulder that he wouldn’t give up, and that spoke to her, despite the fact that she believed his search was just a shot in the dark. What really spoke to her was his passion, a passion that she shared, one that she hadn’t found in anyone else, one that he encouraged.

And Mulder touching Scully’s cross necklace and then her lips is….a lot. it’s. a lot. You really get the sense of how much he respects and loves her just by that gesture, because her religion is something he never believed in, something they clashed over…but it’s a part of her, and he loves every part of her, even the parts that frustrate him. This is basically the moment when they’re the most in sync they have ever been in the series, when they’ve reached a point of utmost acceptance and understanding, and this is a perfect touch to that.

When Scully says, “what has it gotten you? Not your sister. Nothing that you’ve set out for.“ you can practically hear it; Mulder, in his head, saying, “it brought me you, you, you. I got nothing I set out for but I got you, and that’s not the miracle I thought I wanted, but it was one. You and me were a miracle.”

i’d bleed for you.

A/N: I’m on a marathon of grey’s anatomy it’s been like idk probably two months now and the shooting episode came along and fuCK i got so many sasusaku feels at a few scenes and i just had to do it. i had to fucking write this.

Rating: T

Note: surgeon!au

He was not a man who ever felt afraid. He was confident, daring, audacious—sometimes, maybe even arrogant—but he was never doubtful, never anxious. Fear was something that only belonged to his past, to a scratched up eight year old boy with shaking, blood-soaked hands and salty wet cheeks, dark eyes wide and horror-struck as he tried to keep his father’s torn chest closed. Fear belonged to the child that wasn’t enough to save his dad, to keep him from bleeding out before the ambulance got to their car wreck.

Fear did not belong to a cardiothoracic surgeon, where the lives of too many rested on his hands, every hour of every day. There was no space for doubt when his choices were the only differences that would determine whether or not he was going to give life to a man and insure the permanence of a happy marriage, or lose the man to death and make his wife a widow.

(“Nerves of steel,” Naruto had told him, all too many times. “How do you even do that? How the hell do you never get nervous? And can you teach me?”

You don’t want to know, his mind whispered back.)

Sasuke Uchiha was not a man who ever felt afraid.

But right now, in this moment, as he watched a man of no older than fifty-seven years press his gun against the temple of the woman he loved, eager to push the trigger—he felt nothing short of terrified.

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just this once

Ladrien June – Day 16 – Window Kisses
(continuation of the drabble “A Jealous Detour” that I wrote for Ladrien June day 8)

Part 1 | 2
AO3 | FF

Preview:

“Let’s just say I have this annoying little thing called a conscience that tells me it’s a bad idea.”

“Ah, well, is there anything I can do to convince your conscience otherwise?” Adrien asked, leaning his elbows on the windowsill. His startling green eyes seemed to act as a magnet, drawing her in until they were way too close.

“You don’t need to convince it at all…” she whispered, swaying closer and closer to him. There wasn’t enough air between them for her lungs to take in.

“And yet,” he said, his warm breath tickling the tip of her nose, “you still can’t stay?”

“Better not,” she murmured, completely unsure of what she was even saying anymore. Her brain was incredibly fuzzy as she stared into his steadily darkening eyes. His gaze fell upon her lips and she swallowed nervously.


“Well, that was an interesting development, Marinette,” Tikki said, her mouth full of the cookies her miraculous owner had just handed her.

They were back in Marinette’s room, having arrived at the corner in front of her house just before she detransformed behind a bus stop. She had grabbed a handful of cookies for Tikki on her way upstairs after giving her mother a swift kiss on the cheek and was now twirling around in her room.

“Interesting?” she said, making a final leap and collapsing onto her couch. “Tikki, it was the most wonderful thing that has ever happened!”

“Oh, Marinette. When will you learn how to control your emotions?” Tikki said, laughing as Marinette continued to lie there, completely dazed and elated. When she didn’t respond for another minute, Tikki rolled her eyes. “Okay, but seriously. Earth to Marinette?”

Marinette snapped up into a seated position with the biggest grin on her face.

“I have to see him again!” she squealed, then, looking out of her window at the blood orange sunset, added, “Tonight!”

“What?!” Tikki exclaimed, flying up to her at once, the second half of the cookie left behind on the desk. “Marinette, think about what you’re saying. You have a duty and a responsibility as Ladybug that you absolutely cannot take lightly.”

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I'M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION.

I’M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION. I’M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION. I’M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION. I’M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION. I’M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION. I’M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION. I’M THE ONE WHO GRIPPED YOU TIGHT AND RAISED YOU FROM PERDITION.

lawofavgs  asked:

Prompt: Ginny/Mike, fooling around in the trainer's room trying not to get caught?

Not sure this is what you wanted, but…enjoy? ;)

This is rated E. Definitely.

He feels her before she says anything.

“You just going to stand there?” He pops an eye open and sees her, arms crossed, in a pair of running tights and a sports bra.

He turns his head and takes in the full ensemble. He’s lying on a padded bench in the training room, bare chested in a pair of compression shorts, waiting for his trainer to return with KT tape for his aching knees.
   
“Skip said you’re going to try to play tomorrow,” she says.
   
“Yep.”

“That’s stupid, Mike.”

He curses under his breath and turns his head away. He yelps and sits up straight when she closes her hand over his left quad. She’s not exerting any real force, so he knows she’s done this to prove a point.

“Duarte can’t start any more games, Gin.”

“Why won’t your consider—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” he says gruffly. “I’m not a first baseman, I’m a catcher. I’m your catcher. They’re not taking that away from me." 

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anonymous asked:

Hey, found your blog today randomly and love it:) I don't ship Touken because I just can't see it happening. I don't generally agree with Tokyo Ghoul shipping. You seem to be a polite person (that's what I have read so far). I'm just curious — why do you ship Touken? May I ask why? You don't have to answer.

Welcome to my blog! Thank you for leaving such a positive feedback! (⁄ ⁄^⁄ᗨ⁄^⁄ ⁄)

I must confess that I have a problem of answering questions like that. Some months ago, I got invited to a barbecue. I met some Tokyo Ghouls fans, we had a nice conversation and at some point we ended up at the shipping discussion. While everyone was talking about their OTP (if i remember correctly, I was surrounded by “Shuuneki” and “Hidekane” supporter, haha) I remained silent; it’s not that I felt lonely, but they were able to put their thoughts in a short shape and form. And I couldn’t help, I wasn’t able to do my job in a few sentences… orz. ┐( ̄ヮ ̄)┌ But listen to the shipping opinions of others was kind of interesting.

Huhm, getting emotionally attached to something or someone is a process that takes a while. It’s not that I had a *click* moment where I suddenly started loving them. I just found myself joining their journey in an instant of eternity. Usually I don’t start shipping two (fictional) characters… but if something did happen, it happened. Whether it’s right or wrong. And some part of me will always be loving them… the two are basically separate characters anyway and I love them like that as well. I love them for many reasons; for personal reasons, their character, their development,…

Well, I think I might have said this somewhere before, but one factor that influenced my “shipping decision” is their nonverbal communication; simply facial expressions. The way they look at each other is worth more than a thousand words. I actually enjoy (”enjoy”; more like “Okay, this is causing me serious emotional harm…”) these moments more than their actual conversation. 。・゚(゚⊃ω⊂゚)゚・。

➊ “This is all my fault… I’m sorry.” (Kaneki, Chapter 72) [On my first manga run] The first thing I did after seeing this: I went into my kitchen and made a pot of my favorite coffee. And I have drunk it. I still remember it as if it were yesterday. This little boy was being tortured 2 or 3 times everyday for 10+ days and he took the blame for her injuries she received by her brother. That facial expression… and her reaction…

“See you later, Touka-chan…” (Kaneki, Chapter 79) When he is forcing himself to smile, because he is trying to stop her from joining his group. And he felt so bad about the whole situation that he had to look away. Why are you always lying? Please, stop lying! 

➌ Their first reaction when they haven’t seen or talked to each other for several months…

➍ Kaneki’s reaction when Touka told him quite emotional hurt that he shouldn’t return to Anteiku anymore. This always got me. According to his reaction, he never really expected to hear that of the least of her. 。゚(*´□`)゚。

➎ The crying face of Touka. “Why did you have to change?” (Touka, Chapter 120) She always had a tough time passing emotional boundaries with others. That was a face burned into his memory like no other. And it had positively an influence on his decision.

➏ An amnesiac Kaneki/Haise entered unsuspecting a certain coffee shop. He just wanted to drink a cup of coffee with “his kids”. Then a certain waitress appeared from the front door and…



.+:。(ノ・ω・)ノ゙ That being said… to a degree, I believe in fate. I believe, some things happen, and were ment to happen, but not all things are determined by fate. We make are own decisions, but actual things that happen to us, like we were at the ‘right place at the right time’, is fate. That’s my personal opinion. And that’s why I also believe in John Gay’s (English Dramatist and Poet) famous words: “We only part to meet again.”

I think, Kaneki and Touka deserve the golden pride award in this discipline. To be honest, I wish, they would stop repeating this quote over and over again… (ಥ__ಥ) Sensei, make your mind up!



Another important reason is perhaps their relationship development itself. They started out as strangers who didn’t know how to deal with each other. They didn’t get along well together; they are different as night and day, but at the same time they complement each other perfectly. He deals with the rough side of her tongue and her tomboyish behavior without complaining. And he who plants kindness gathers her acceptance/respect/trust, because it caused Touka to think about her behavior. ( ´ ▽ ` )ノ One reason why she was softening later. While Kaneki’s mother almost never had the time to spend with him, he stayed in his father’s study room. His mother didn’t have the strength, the resolve to turn back. And that’s why he never got an ability to gain strength. But with Touka he had the chance to change that to a certain degree, because she spent a long time training with him. He needs someone to push his limits. The once strangers became close.

I am in love all these little things. Sorry, I couldn’t have written a shorter response. Somehow I can’t explain it simply; maybe the roots of my OTP love began to grow too deep. I’m pretty sure there are other things I could list, but the reply is already so long. You may understand me better when you have read it. After all this only my opinion. People see it differently and I’m absolutely fine with their thoughts. If you don’t like them in this way, you are free to do so, sweety. ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ I must say, I’m embarrassed by the way I answer it, because it sounds a little bit sentimental. They ruined me. No, Sensei ruined me. Though, I’m quite proud to support them. One major reason why I started “choukoto” over a month ago. If i think about it long enough, I could cry… lol. Narw, it was impossible to formulate a perfectly unbiased opinion with “this kind of question”: I want to apologize, if I offended someone.

anonymous asked:

I'm having trouble finding a canon support to the notion that Felicity has a Masters from MIT. Was this explicitly stated or is the Masters degree something that just became fandom head-cannon accepted? I'm also looking for the source clip of the gif of Felicity chair dancing listening to head phones usually subtitled "Can't hear you over the sound of my OTP". Can you help this lost soul?

Hello, lovely anon! I can say with 100% honesty that I have no idea about Felicity’s degree - I want to say she doesn’t have a Masters, based on the fact that I don’t remember that ever being mentioned, but then again I have the memory of a labradoodle. 

This is one of those moments where I’m not sure if I’m mixing canon with fanfiction. Does anyone else know? I’m curious too now!

And as for that lovely gif:

EDIT: Well, I just showed how very little I pay attention to The Flash. It’s in 1x04! Thank you to everyone who responded!

ironfirewindscript  asked:

"No we can't buy 500 pugs"-Adrien and Marienette? ;)

Thank you for your request ;w; I hope it’s ok, this is the first time I ever wrote Miraculous Ladybug ff ;w;


“You’re doing it completely wrong.” Adrien laughed gently, that warm honey like tone that Marinette had fallen completely head over heels for.

The past few weeks they had been inseparable due to working on a school project. It was for an assignment that required a lot of writing together as they had to collect information about a collection of different plants for biology, and choose which ones they were to work on for the final assessment. This wasn’t exactly what had led them here, they had grown peckish and Marinette was bored of pastries. This was the longest Marinette had put up without tripping over her own words or making herself sound like an idiot.

Now being here with Adrien, him with his warm smile, gentle eyes… it was like a dream… It was too perfect, too natural; she had never felt so calm and at ease; but still her gut danced with butterflies. She hoped this would soon become something that was not too anything, just normal.

She flicked her chopstick up again, pulling the sushi apart with her hands and leaned her head over so she could shake it in disappointment as she heard him laugh.v

“Adrien… I totally don’t get this.” She tilted her head to watch him, her eyes growing like a puppy as he plucked his own utensils off bamboo patterned table, a determined look on his face.

He was teasing her for the way she pulled her sushi apart, but apparently he couldn’t resist on showing her how to do it right.

“You’re supposed to pick it up from the rice and just bite it with the salmon together, it’s really tasty.”

“Oh.” She smiled gently, glancing down at her plate with a puzzled expression. Of course she knew how to eat it, it was practically self explanatory; but her mind was elsewhere, she couldn’t shake the feeling that tonight could possibly be the last.

Of course, it was no secret that Marinette had a huge crush on him, he was her self devoted love of her life and his heart was as pure as gold. She knew in her heart that it wasn’t just an imaginary stifle of a storybook high school romance.

“Marinette? Can you hear me?”

She blinked, his fingers waving in front of her face as she had completely zoned out from whatever he had been replying.

“H-huh? S-Sorry, sorry… What say you did… I mean…. what did you say?”

He pressed his lips together, she wasn’t sure if that was concern that lay in his eyes but she knew he obviously cared enough to wonder what was on her mind

“I was just… You dropped one of your chopsticks.”

“O-oh.”

“Here you can have mine-“

“Oh no it’s fine! Just my luck!” She laughed, fanning her hand outwards, “You don’t need to-“

But before she had time to protest, Adrien handed her his own chopsticks, her stomach bursting into butterflies as her soft skin touched his; her fingers clumsily clamping onto the bamboo as if her life now depended on not dropping these precious tools.

“I’ll be right back to grab some new ones.”

She glanced up at him as he shuffled back in his seat and rose to his feet. She was so distracted with this whole admitting her love to him that it felt like she wasn’t controlling herself. It was as if she was a video game, and it was playing itself out as she just stood back and watched.

“Hey… Marinette…. I’ve been wanting to ask you something…”

She leaned back in her chair a little, this so she could much easier view the grace she had been given.

“I…”

Her head tilted as she watched his expression crumble, as if he was planning to get something off his check but had decided else wise on the matter.

“Do you want some dumplings?” Adrien finally asked, his throat making a loud grumble as he cleared it; Marinette left suspicious.

“What’s a dumplet?”

“Dumpling… ah… they’re little pouches of meat deep fried in a soft kind of dough.”

“Oh. That sounds nice! Yes, please.”

He had looked a little nervous for such a simple question.

Finally she managed to play out a nod and he dragged his body away from the wooden table, the noise in the restaurant seeming to grow as he made his way out of her view shot.

But he quickly jerked to a stop as if he had forgotten to check something and spun around on one foot to look around.

“You need to ask something else?” Marinette asked.

He pressed his lips together, clamping his hands onto the table as if to steady himself.

“I l…l-…”

“Eh?”

“PUGS!” He blurted out, a cross look wiping over his face as he ducked like someone was going to scold him for shouting.

“…pugs?”

“Y-yes, they have some Pugs… and uh… maybe you want some too…?”

She smiled gently, “Are you okay?”

He seemed in a rather jumpy mood, it made her feel a little confused, but she couldn’t help but see him blush.

“Yes! I just… I remembered walking past the pet store before.”

“You only remembered that now?” She giggled, prodding her food with a chopstick.

“Yeah, maybe you wanted to see, they had like… 500 pugs there.”

“You want to get out of here? Look at the pugs?” She asked, her tone amused. It was nice not being the only nervous one.

Adrien nodded, apparently he had forgotten about his dumplings.

“Though… no… we can’t buy 500 pugs.”