i cannot see a damn thing



Ever since I got this jacket, EVERYONE has been asking me where I got it and where they can find it. I bought it at a store in San Francisco called Outfit in the Castro. BUT I cannot find it anywhere online. Your mission, if you choose to accept it, is to find this jacket for purchase on the internet. I’ve checked the Outfit store and many many websites but can’t find it anywhere. Let’s see if we can find this thing!

(also they have different colors of this jacket so if anyone finds it lemme know cause hot damn I want this in blue)

  • jensen complimented my shoes when I walked up to his autographs
  • jared told me I smelled good

  • every time he saw me after the m&g he would wink and go ‘Hey, you!’

  • if you tell jensen ackles that he’s beautiful (I did oops) he’ll smile real soft and his ears will turn pink and he’ll hold your hand and ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;

  • jared has the best fucking smile in the entire universe. like, I already knew this, but seeing it so many times on sunday did nothing but confirm such thoughts

  • jared curses like a sailor in a small setting and every other word is some version of ‘fuck’

  • j2 were saying hella inappropriate things to each other before my op. idk what was said but they were both whispering in each other’s ears and it was AWFUL

  • jared waved at me while I stood in line for his op ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;


  • jared was def scent-marking jensen before ops, cannot tell me otherwise, nope

  • jared calls jj “birdy” and says she has him whipped already

  • jared looks at you when you talk and it’s really intense and you forget your own name and giggle a lot and it’s super embarrassing but it happens so

  • jensen’s waist is so fucking teeny and tiny and i’m upset about it still ohmygod

  • the spn tape ball apparently weighs over 15 pounds now

As someone who reads a lot too, this panel of Kaneki has always made me smile and cringe at the same time. Like, this is the most uncomfortable reading position ever. My arms get tired after barely 5 minutes of holding it and guess what

questionable eating habits aside (and I’m referencing both the crumbs he’ll be sleeping in afterwards and the fact that he seems to manage eating on a lying position just fine, which must be the most fantasy aspect of this manga)… He has his other hand obviously occupied, so this means that he cannot even turn the damn page 

See? Worst reading position ever. In this scene he’s probably seconds away from realizing it himself. 

The best thing is, Ishida probably can relate too, and you can totally see the fun he has in portraying Kaneki as restless as possible at any given chance. These are all from the same chapter:

Seriously, this has to be one of my favourite subtle details Ishida ever drew. 

I can relate so much to that struggle

i just started crying cause they cancelled sense8 and …. i don’t know what to do with myself. that show was SO IMPORTANT, it was so beautifull made, so wondrously created (as a budding filmmaker and lover of travel it inspired me in ways i cannot comprehend), it had the best diversity i have single-handedly seen of any show and …. now it’s gone. on that GOD DAMN CLIFFHANGER, of all things. we’re never gonna see the sensates all together. we’re never gonna know if wolfgang’s okay. we’re never gonna know if the sensats actually find the happiness they so deeply deserve. my heart hurts today, a lot. thank you, sense8. so long, and farewell.

((p.s. can we crowdfund a third season i want to but the budget for the show is damn huge pls ideas are appreciated))

Fic Rec Post #1

I’ve decided to do fic rec posts over hiatus. I’m reading so many fics, and I have about 70 bookmarked, so I thought this would be a good way to help support fan fic writers and give everyone more reading options. I love when other blogs do this, and always mark the fics for later. I read about 99% Malec fics, so that’s what you’ll find here, if otherwise I’ll note it. Look at the ratings and tags on these because I read a lot of Mature fics.Here goes.

The start of a new chapter….  by Tiger_Tiger_Burning_Bright

18,477 words,  1/1 Chapters,  Malec Bookshop AU

My friend @the-burning-tiger is an amazing writer, and you are missing out if you haven’t read any of her fics. You will see many of her awesome fics in my rec posts.

I Waited So Long by pseu_do_nym

13,098 words, 4/4 Chapters, Malec

This is one of my favorites! I’ve read it again and again. Smokin’

In The Sin Bin by otppurefuckingmagic 

246,992 words (yes, really), 18/25 Chapters, Malec Hockey AU

Honestly, if you are in this fandom and you haven’t at least heard of @otppurefuckingmagic‘s ITSB, then I might think you live under a rock. If you haven’t read it, you should. Please don’t be put off by the word count. It is my favorite fic ever and so fucking brilliant, and you should all just read it. (Although I suspect anyone reading this already has, most likely)

Tell Me What You Want, Alexander by Cjblack

46,486 words, 10/10 Chapters, Malec

This fic by @cjblack322 is another one of my favorites. There are Malec dates and Malec sex in many different ways. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever read. I read it again and again. It’s AMAZING and will literally set your body on fire, so there’s that.

I Never Meant to Start a War(but i’m kind of glad I did) by Cjblack

6,624 words, 1/1 Chapters, Malec

Part 2 of Tell Me What You Want, Alexander ^^^ Just as amazing.

Set Me In Motion by lemonoclefox

98,614 words, 15/? Chapters, Malec AU

One of my very favorite writers @lemonoclefox does Chef Alec and Fashion Designer Magnus so well in this fic. I adore it! You will see more from this writer in future fic rec posts for sure.

Something Changed by arandomfan91

24,885 words, 10/10 Chapters, Malec AU but set in SH world

This fic by my lovely friend @malec-on-ice is wonderful. Go watch head of the institute Alec meet Magnus and see if they can get together :) So much fluff and flirty, and what the hell are you doing, just do the thing already.

Possibly I like the Thrill by woodsbane

2,359 words, 1/1 Chapter, Malec

Sex. So much sex. And Magic sex. Done very very very well. Try not to combust.

Bibliophile by dorkberto

1,717 words, 1/1 Chapter, Malec Library AU

If I didn’t have you at LIBRARY AU, then just know that this fic by my friend @dorkberto is wonderful, and features Alec being hung up over Magnus, a regular library patron.You will swoon. I promise.

Play Me Like a Choir by Intangibel(duskbutterfly)

3,322 words, 2/2 Chapters, Malec

My delightful friend, @intangibel is in my opinion, one of the very best writers in this fandom. SO many amazing fics from her, so you’ll see her name again and again on my fic rec posts. This fic is one where Magnus isn’t good at something for once and Alec takes great pleasure in teaching him, making it awkward for Simon, who lives at Magnus’ place. Features one of my fave things ever, a protective Alec. It’s incredible.

A Wild Game by AlyxHavok

1,419, 1/? Chapters, Malec AU

So, my dear friend, @alyxhavok is an incredible writer, with many fics to choose from. This is a new wip and one of my favorite things. The interesting combo of Magnus as a nervous newbie of a company where Alec is a promiscuous CEO. I cannot wait to see where this one goes.

Summer Lovin’ by MuscleMemory

2,606 words,  1/1 Chapter, Malec AU

Another awesome writer and my lovely friend @sfjessii used a pic taken of Matt in the countryside as inspiration for this fic. So much freaking fluff and love. This writer is one of the very best I have ever read at descriptions. Just. So. Damn. Good. Lots of little drabbles that will make your heart burst with happiness. 

You’ll notice that several of these came from prompts by @ladymatt. She thinks of the best prompts!

Yes, adorable bambi Diana Prince is the cutest thing in the world. Watching her learn to walk in proper clothes and how to adult around other people is nothing short of a gift. 

BUT I cannot fucking wait to see modern day Diana, who understands and uses sarcasm, who can lie, deceive and intimidate on demand and play people like a damn game of chess.

Oh and I really need to see her get a girlfriend too, that last bit is very important.

The Secrets of Fate. {Elriel Oneshot}

Elriel (with a side of Nessian). Adorable with a touch of smut. Elain’s POV. 

6:58 p.m.

“Excited to be an aunt?”

I look up to find Azriel standing above me with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted slightly to the left. He’s dressed casually in his training pants and an old tunic, he must have just come from the rooftop with Rhys. Sweat has forced his dark hair to be matted against his forehead and his shirt to cling to his sculpted chest, his arms, his abs.

It is only when he approaches me that I realize I’d been dozing off.

“Yes,” I yawn, reluctantly. “Can’t you tell?”

He smiles, softly. “You should get some rest. I’ll let you know when it’s coming.”

“It should be soon!” I argue, although I do not know that to be true. “Any minute. Really.”

He senses my lie, but instead of pushing me further, he scoops me into his arms and walks down the hallway.

I do not protest. Sleep does sound marvelous. I’ve been sitting outside Nesta and Cassian’s door since before breakfast. It was almost nightfall, and her contractions are nowhere near where they need to be. All I hear is Nesta screaming and cursing, damn you Cass for doing this to me being the most popular.

In which Cassian laughs and replies, you’re welcome, beautiful.

Feyre has been coming and going all day with buckets full of ice and cold water and new, dry towels. Although I cannot contribute much, except for the occasional head pop-in to ask how things are going and if anything else is needed, I haven’t been able to force myself to leave my spot in the hallway.

Just in case.

Azriel, apparently, does not see the point in that.

“You’ll come get me when it’s time?”


“You promise?”

“I would not have said yes otherwise.”

“Are you getting sassy with me?” I lift my eyebrows, in which he replies with a breathy laugh.

Azriel and I have become good friends in the last two years, since my living here became permanent after the war with Hybern. Although, I would be lying if I were to say I did not find him beautiful, and kind, and completely perfect in every way.

Some days I think he’ll make his move, reveal his feelings for me, but then I remember that it’s Azriel and find myself embarrassed for even thinking such a thing. But now, with my head on his shoulder listening to the rapid beat of his heart, realizing that he’s still carrying me in his arms down the hall, I wonder if those thoughts were not made up after all.

One of his wings brushes my back, making me gasp, and his body turns rigid from my reaction.

He kicks open my door with his muddy boot and I notice the shadows beginning to creep around his shoulders.

“Rhysand will not be pleased with the muddy footprint on his door,” I scold.

He lies me down on my bed and pulls off my boots, one by one. “Rhys can come find me if he has a problem. I’ll tell him I was escorting a beautiful woman to her bed.”

Realizing his words, he begins shaking his head, thinking I’d take offence. But, instead, I burst out laughing. Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep, or the glass of wine Mor had brought me an hour ago, and then refilled twice, but I am feeling bold. Giddy, even.

“Does your escorting end here?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, but nothing comes out.

My cheeks turn red. It must be the buzz. Az doesn’t think of me like that. I am like a child to him. A friend, nothing more.

“I thought you wanted me to keep an eye on Nesta,” he says, instead, an underlying question in his statement.

“And what do you want?” I say, before I can stop myself.

Yes, definitely the wine.

He watches me for a long moment and I realize I must look a mess. I haven’t bathed since yesterday. I haven’t even brushed my hair, for Cauldron’s sake. He must pity me, my rumpled clothes and smudged makeup.

But, as he takes a step closer, I realize that is probably a question that he does not get asked a lot. And, for a moment, he looks surprised.

And when he takes a step toward me, then another, then slumps to his knees before me as I sit on my bed, I can’t stop the heat from spreading from my cheeks, to my stomach, to places I wasn’t aware that heat could be felt.

“I want…” he pauses, placing his head in my lap, then taking my delicate hands in his scarred ones before looking back up to me. “I want you to know how beautiful a person you are. I want to know what it’s like to love, and be loved, by someone like you.”

I am so stunned that I cannot properly string a sentence together. He watches me, lips slightly parted, as if he just revealed the secrets of the universe. And, in a way, I feel like he did.

Here is a male who has been alive for hundreds of years before I was even thought of and formed in the womb, a male who has slain on the battlefield, a male who has met thousands of females who would no doubt love him….and yet, he is before me, on his knees, sweaty, dark hair falling into his eyes and large, membranous wings looming behind him, looking no more than a shy boy, a dark soul, a fallen angel.

I take his face in my hands and kiss his forehead, gently. “There has not been a day in a very long time that I have not wondered the same thing.”

Something broke loose in him, then. Something wild, animalistic. The wild fae beneath the bashful male.

I had always associated him with utter gentleness. But, the male before me was anything but gentle.

A question looms in his eyes and I nod before I can second guess, if a second guess would ever even come.

I doubt it.

He slides one arm behind my back and lifts me further back onto the bed, until my head is sinking in my collection of floral pillows.

“Elain…” he whispers, but stops, as if any other word he could say would not be good enough for this moment.

Instead, his lips brush mine in a soft, tender rhythm. Once. Twice. Thrice. Harder, and a little more confident, until my fingers are intertwined in his hair and his abs are pressing against my stomach.

A small gasp escapes my lips as his mouth moves to the hollow of my throat, and he thrives on that gasp as he kicks off his muddy boots and they hit my floor with a thud. His bare feet, rough and calloused, run up my shins before I wrap my legs around his waist.

He unbuttons my dress, slowly, one by one, keeping his eyes on mine, in case I were to protest. I don’t. I won’t. I can’t, I am completely undone.

His lips find mine, once again, and I do not stop until we are one in the same, two beings in the same space, two bodies in search for the same thing.

He thrusts once, twice, three times until I am begging him for more.

He is gentle, but rough, and I have trouble breathing as I can’t find where my body ends and his begins. I was never loved by a human man, but I can’t imagine it would be anything close to this. This is magic. This is beauty. This is a love that only comes around once in a lifetime, even if that life is immortal.

By the time I realize how loud I’m moaning his name, how I’m holding onto him, afraid he’ll disappear into the shadows, it’s over, and I instantly want him again. That nearness. The closeness. The feeling of utter euphoria.

He’s hovering over me, still, shuddering, sweating, kissing me gently. He brushes the brown locks out of my eyes and laughs, gently, before wrapping me in his wings and holding onto me, afraid I’ll disappear into the shadows.

After we catch our breath, we fall back into our dance, into utter euphoria.

11:58 p.m.

The sound of crying jolts me from my sleep. Azriel is still lying next to me in my bed, an inked arm draped across my stomach. I slither out of his grasp, making my best attempt not to wake him, and fall onto the cold, wooden floorboards. I grab a shirt off the ground and toss on my robe before freezing at the sight of his bare body lying upon my blankets. I blush, force myself to look away, and ease into the hallway.

Faelight leads me down the hallway as the crying stops. Feyre is standing outside of the door, eyeing me as I approach.

“Is she here? Is it a she? A he? Feyre, answer me!”

My younger sister laughs. “We don’t know yet. It just happened, Cassian will come get us when it’s time. Nes just wanted it to be the two of them.”

I nod, understandingly. “Okay, good.”

“Don’t worry,” she winks. “You didn’t miss anything.”

She takes me in, then, for the first time. Her eyebrows raise and her lips open, slightly, then turn into a bright smile. “Is that Azriel’s shirt?”

I glance down and curse myself softly. A dress. I wore a dress, today. I pull my robe closer around me and shrug.

Elain!” she practically squeals and I hastily shhh her.

“How was it?”


“Was he timid? Was he rough? Oh, was he-”


“Is it true about the wingspan?”


The door swings open, leaving us both silent as we take in a sweaty, panting Cassian. His cheeks are red, as if he’s been crying. We both run into the warrior’s arms, the new father, and congratulate him before sneaking further into the room.

Nesta sits propped against her headboard, looking far too pristine for just giving birth, cradling a tiny, brown-haired infant in a bundle of blankets.

She looks at us, pure pride radiating off her. “Meet your aunts, little love,” she whispers, and Feyre and I are instantly by her side.

“It’s a girl,” Cassian says from behind us, exhaustingly, proudly.

“What’s her name?” Feyre asks.

Cassian opens his mouth, but Nesta speaks first. “We don’t know, yet. We can’t agree.”

That doesn’t surprise me.

I take the baby in my arms, and Nesta freezes. “Is that Azriel’s shirt?”

Cassian gasps from behind me, and I turn to find his eyebrows wiggling uncontrollably.

“Wingspan?” Nesta whispers.

“Mmm,” Feyre sighs. “I asked the same thing.”

“You are all ridiculous. A baby was just brought into the world,” I scold.

“We’re discussing this later,” Nesta orders.

“A discussion in which I will also be present for,” Cassian mumbles.

I can’t help but laugh as I look down at the baby sleeping in my arms. If this baby has Nesta’s will and Cassian’s humor…Mother help us all.

“She’s beautiful,” I say, wondering if I will one day be blessed enough to have one of my own. “Will she grow wings?”

“She will,” Cassian sits at the foot of the bed and pulls Nesta’s feet into his lap. “She’ll be able to hide them though, like Rhys, since she’s half High Fae.”

“I hope she doesn’t.” Nesta watches her Mate, her eyes growing misty as the reality of her new life settles in. “I hope she never hides them.”

Tears dwell in Cassian’s eyes, forcing them to pool up in my own. If this child has Nesta’s undying love and Cassian’s goodwill….a queen. This child will be a queen in her own right.

2:30 A.M.

They had to pry me off her. Octavia, they named her. Strong. Beautiful. Kind.

Azriel and Rhysand found us mere minutes after Feyre and I entered the room. Mor snuck in not five minutes after them, and we all wept, joyfully, for the new member of the Court of Dreams.

We passed her around while she cried and watched us curiously with her gray-blue eyes, the eyes of our mother. Azriel stayed close to me, his hand constantly brushing mine, for the majority of the night, having gone to get himself another shirt before joining us. You look much better in my clothes than I do, he told me at one point, making me blush furiously among our circle.

Rhys eyed my shirt curiously throughout the whole ordeal and I am convinced Feyre spoke to him through the bond, most likely promising him details later, because he eventually stopped.

Now, my heart is overwhelmed as I lie awake, tracing circles on Azriel’s bare chest. He’s breathing, softly, steadily, sleeping like everyone else. My mind is running wild, though, at this newfound romance, at the birth of my beautiful Octavia.

I laugh, silently, to myself and snuggle up next to my Illyrian warrior, my fallen angel. I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, his hands holding me tightly against him, his wings wrapped around us both, and I thank the Cauldron my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.

OMG you guys, my heart is just SO FULL because look HOW HAPPY THEY ARE













Read It Wednesday

Week 11! My apologies if I missed a fic this week! I was getting multiple notifications when things were being reblogged from certain people and it really crowded my activity. So, if you don’t see a fic here, I’m so so sorry. If you’d like to me read it, send it to me via message and I will get it read and added to next weeks Read It Wednesday. Also, I decided against adding gif drabbles from smut day in here, just to save the space. 

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anonymous asked:

Why do you like Ruby? As in what exactly made you like her

So many things. So so many, I just…Ruby is my ideal heroine/lead character. 

Here, let me explain…

The very first time we meet Ruby, she is standing in front of her mother’s gravestone. Even if we didn’t know that at the time, we knew it was significant. It already grounded her - it gave her character a base. As we’ve gotten to know more about her and seen her talk about/to her mother, it’s only shown more of how much Summer meant to her in such a short time. 

Ruby based her entire look of of her mother, because she wants so desperately to make this woman she barely was able to know proud. She’s perhaps idealized her mother, but that’s okay - it’s made her who she is. Ruby has a lot of baggage and I hope that as the show continues on, we get to see more and more of it. She grew up very lonely, mostly by choice. Not interested in social interaction and not very good at it either. That was incredibly relatable to me. 

Also, she is a bad ass. She is so tiny, but carries around this giant weapon that she loves so much and made herself which is amazing. I have these images of little Ruby up all hours of the night putting this thing together - working on it without breaks until Yang finally has to drag her away to eat and shower and sleep. Ruby’s drive to be a huntress is admirable and yet it’s built so much on this foundation of good. 

The most vital quality Ruby has is her heart. It’s huge and it’s pure. When she talks to Blake about why she wants to be a huntress, it’s perfect. Yes she loves hunting monsters, but she wants to keep people safe. She wants to do her mother proud and protect the innocent - to keep up that fight. Much like the passion with her weapon, Ruby is a character that would have to be dragged away from someone in need. She wouldn’t be able to help herself from helping someone else. Even at her own expense. 

Also, Ruby’s growth (and not just the hair growth which I also love and want MORE). When we first met her, she was a loner who only wanted to fight and be with Crescent Rose and a few weapons magazines. Still, Yang advised her to try and make friends and she did. She tried with the hardest subject she could find in Weiss Schnee and not only did they become friends (along with the rest of RWBY/JNPR/SSSN/Penny), they became almost a family and Ruby would do anything for them.

(ignore the text, old gif, all I have) This brings me to Penny and how important Penny is to Ruby’s story and why I love her. The significance of how Ruby accepted Penny spoke volumes. She didn’t hesitate, not for a second, in just accepting that Penny was a robot and that she wasn’t any less because of that. So much so that even Penny was surprised at how well she took the news. Ruby sees people as they are - good or bad. She accepts it and them and she tries her hardest to make them feel welcome. She did the same with Blake. Blake being a faunus only mattered to Ruby because she thought the ears were cute. That’s the only thing that changed in Ruby’s eyes when she found out. 

Resiliency is one of the greatest things a hero can have, and Ruby Rose has it in spades. She lost so much at the fall of Beacon, most of all her innocence that the world was, for the most part, as good as she wanted it to be. It would have been easy for her, at 15, to drop her fight and succumb to the fact that bad things just happen. She lost her team, her education at Beacon, her sister had even given up. Ruby didn’t - she was determined to continue to fight and to protect the world like she’d always wanted. Her innocence may, at times, be a flaw - but I also think it’s wonderful because it’s so filled with hope. I love hope when it comes to heroes. I want the hero that smiles and laughs and shows they care instead of pretending they don’t.  

She’s funny too, like one of the most underrated aspects of Ruby’s character is just how damn funny she is. A lot of that credit goes to Lindsay Jones, her voice actress, who delivers the lines so perfectly times and even the ones she ad-libs (like Blake enjoying tuna) just bring so much personality to her. Subtle things like answering Oobleck with a “yo” when asked who wants first watch or giggling like crazy at Jaune’s hoodie. She sees the joy in the world, even when it’s dark and I LOVE that. She’s a giant dork in the best way possible.

I cannot begin to tell you how excited I am to see where this girl is going and who she’s going to become. I want to see her develop all of her talents and be the leader and hero she’s destined to be. I love Ruby because she’s good, purely good and not an anti-hero or cliched dark/emotionless warrior. She’s a kid with a gigantic high impact sniper scythe who loves cookies and fighting monsters and will do anything to keep the people she loves safe. 


“Good friends, good books, and a sleepy conscience:                                                this is the ideal life.”

There have been times this year where books felt unnecessary due to the increasingly familiar dystopian aspects of our changing societies, however, escaping into the pages of a good book is also a very good solution to this madness and I couldn’t recommend it more myself. 

Although the spare time I have in my life has reduced this year due to graduating and finally entering the adult world of work (Booooooooo!!!) it does not mean that I have enjoyed reading any less. I’ve read fewer books this year but I’ve still read a lot of great books and competition for a spot on this list was tough. Every book on this list is one I would recommend you to read if you have not done so already, regardless of their position on the list each book is fantastic in their own right.  

When I first read passenger this year I was convinced it would top my list, however, it’s been a long time since I’ve been blown away by a book to the degree I was by A Court of Mist and Fury. I might not have liked The Throne of Glass series by Sarah J Maas, however, if this was The Great British Bake off ACOTAF is a stunning enough showstopper to still make her star baker and my favourite author of the year.

As always the list below shows my favourite quote from each book, links to more information and hashtags denoting key themes. 

10. Aristotle and Dante Discover the Universe

“I got to thinking that poems were like people. Some people you got right off the bat. Some people you just didn’t get–and never would get.”



9.  Six of Crows

“No mourners. No funerals.”



8. The Midnight Star

“You cannot harden your heart to the future just because of your past. You cannot use cruelty against yourself to justify cruelty to others.” 



7.  The Long way to the Small and Angry Planet

“People can do terrible things when they feel safe and powerful.”



6.  Rebel of the Sands

“The world makes things for each place. Fish for the sea, Rocs for the mountain skies, and girls with sun in their skin and perfect aim for a desert that doesn’t let weakness live.”



5. Salt to the Sea

“I wept because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.”



4. The Girl with All the Gifts

“You can’t save people from the world. There’s nowhere else to take them.”



3. The Winner’s Curse

“He knew the law of such things: people in brightly lit places cannot see into the dark.”



2. Passenger

“So you’d keep me here against my will-“
"Know this pirate,” he said, his hands gripping the railing, “you are my passenger, and I will be damned before I let any harm come to you.”



1. A Court of Mist and Fury

“I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal.
I was a survivor, and I was strong.
I would not be weak, or helpless again
I would not, could not be broken. Tamed.”




“What a privilege it was to never feel like you had to take stock of your surroundings, or gauge everyone’s reactions to the color of your skin.”
Alexandra Bracken, Passenger

Where you can find me!


Dean x Pie

A/N: You and the handsome man in the red plaid shirt reaches for the last slice of apple pie. He’s trying to use his winning smile to coax you into giving him the last slice; will you let him have it?

I don’t know who got there first, but our fingers touched at the exact moment. I looked up at the tall and shockingly handsome man in the red plaid shirt with the effortless smile that touches his eyes.

“Sorry, but that’s my pie.”

“I don’t see your name on it.” I observed.

He laughs. “Lady.” He paused. “You cannot begin to understand the day that I’ve had.”

“Aww, poor baby.” I teased.

Exasperated the voice behinds him speaks. “Dean give her the damn pie and let’s go. You are making a scene.”

“Yeah, Dean, give the lady the damn pie.” I mocked.

He laughs sarcastically then turns to the figure behind him. “Sammy, I don’t care if I’m making a scene,” he whispers, “th-that that thing tried to kiss me,” he shudders. 

“We got rid of the nest. You’re fine.”

“It almost kissed me Sammy, you saw how close it came.”

“It is a she and you are over exaggerating.” 

“That thing with those fake boobs was not a she.” He says with finality.


“I want this pie. I need pie.”

I cleared my throat interrupting their strange conversation. 

He turns back to me, “you seem like a very sweet girl, maybe you would like a slice of cake instead. That chocolate cake over there looks pretty tempting.” He cajoles.

I turned to gaze at the sad looking chocolate cake then back at him. “Not as tempting as this apple pie with what looks like a flaky and buttery crust that melts in your mouth.”

“This has gone on for too long.” He says losing his patience. He reaches for the pie.

“I’m not fat, I’m pregnant!” I shouted, my eyes filling with tears.

All eyes were now upon us as a hushed silence fell upon the Diner.

“Great.” Sammy says, “now you’re stealing pie from a pregnant lady this is a new low for you.”

“She’s not pregnant.” He explained, repeating it louder, so that the entire Diner heard. “She’s not pregnant.”

I bawled. “I’m just a fat whale.”

“No, no.” He laughed defensively. “I never said you were fat.”

“Only that I’m whale.” I sobbed dramatically in my palms.

The customers whispered in disgust, shaking their heads at him disapprovingly.

“Let her have the pie,” someone yells.

“Yeah, give her the pie.” Another customer joined in until the entire Diner was chanting. “Give. Her. The Pie! Give. Her. The Pie! Give. Her. The Pie!”

I looked up at him with my watery eyes, his full lips forming a pout as his hand slowly retreats from the pie. Defeated.

The Diner cheered in union.

I smiled at him as I pulled the plate towards me. I cut a corner of the pie. “Oh sweet baby Jesus.” I moaned orgasmically in between chews. “This is soooo good.”

He glares at me then stalks off empty handed like a dog with his tail between his legs.

I went up to the cashier to pay. “On the house,” the cashier replied.

I thanked him for his kindness and exited the Diner.

“And the Oscar for best performance in a Diner drama goes to…” He announces as I walked passed his Impala.

I curtsied, smiled then winked at him as I filled my mouth with another spoonful of well-deserved apple pie.

anonymous asked:

Can you a make a scenario with the Sakamaki brothers (and Kino), where they have a very sweet and loving with their s/o, please? Just very fluffy and... stuff... I love your blog by the way

Thank you sweetie! I tried not to do too many cuddle but kind of sweet things you two would do together… there’s still cuddles because who can hate cuddles.


Shu - You two would more than likely be cuddling all the time since it’s one of his favorite hobbies. You swear sometimes you can feel him plant butterfly like kisses on your hair but you’re not quiet sure… just don’t listen to his mp3 player, we all know where that goes.

Reiji - Fluff time with Reiji is few and far between due to his busy schedule so soak it up while you have the chance! It’d probably be something where you two aren’t invading each other’s space, like maybe reading over a cup of hot (untainted) tea; it’s still very much intimate and just as darling without all the unnecessary touching and getting in each other’s way.

Ayato - His would be bossing you around making takoyaki, I know it just sounds like the usual Ayato stuff, and after you made it feeding you some every once in a while as you two watch a movie or play video games… I can see him liking The Walking Dead of maybe playing Dead Island, something with zombies so he can scare you into holding on to him, even if zombies aren’t that scary just humor him because it’s free Ayato time.

Kanato - Kanato and you would probably wind up at a desert shop, drinking something sweet (tricking him into sweetened coffee would be my goal) and warm with maybe some pastries or confectioneries at a booth in the back. Teddy’s there of course, he’s supervision so there’s no nasty stuff going on not like there would be though. It’s sweet because Kanato’s not actually yelling at you, he’s just being… sweet.

Laito - Laito would probably be trying to teach you piano, if you don’t already know how to play. His arms wrapped around your shoulders, hand on top of yours guiding your fingers over the keys while he teaches you a basic musical number. He’d probably bury his face in your hair once you got the hang of what keys to press just to be surrounded in your scent.

Subaru - Taking walks with Subaru through the rose garden is a good choice. He’d probably hold your hand and talk, or stay quiet and allowed you to, he wouldn’t get very deep though since he didn’t want to kill the mood. He probably brought you to the rose garden in the first place to get away from the noise in the mansion, so you’d probably be surrounded in a comforting silence. For once he would be a little tsundere…


Kino - I cannot see this guy paying you enough attention to even be fluffy with you, but I can probably see it if your were into video games or social media. If whatever he was playing had multiplayer you may be able to get close to him through whooping his ass at Mario Cart, he’d think it was the cutest thing if you won… but only once or twice! If it was pokemon you would be his world if you helped him fill up that dex.

(yeah help ME fill in my dex, damn I still need to finish like ten more for Moon… I wish my DS wasn’t broke T.T)

If You’re Not Averse...

Part 2! :) 

Greg walked up to the ornate house, swallowing harshly. His fingers clasped the strings of the red gift bag at his side, nervously raising and lowering it in a stressful fashion. He had no idea what to buy Mycroft Holmes for a Valentine’s Day present; he hoped the other man liked what he’d gotten him. He readjusted his charcoal suit, fluffing his hair and fixing his tie. Before he knocked on the door, Mycroft was already hauling it open and hauling Greg inside, drawing him into a sweet kiss.

When it ended, Greg smiled at him. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Myc.” He said with a charming smile, proffering the bag to his boyfriend. “It’s not much, but you’re a difficult man to shop for.”

Mycroft chuckled softly and took the bag from the other man, not yet opening it. “Yours is in the kitchen. Come on.” He said, turning on his heel and leading the other man deeper into the house.

When Greg entered the kitchen, he noticed how spotless it was. Mycroft had cleaned the house for this very occasion. Everything was put away as it should have been, except for a small lidded cake plate in the middle of the table. Greg furrowed his brow and glanced at Mycroft.

“Go ahead. That’s your gift, Gregory.” Mycroft said, stepping to the side to let the other man open it. He glanced at the bag in his hand, but he wanted to see Lestrade’s reaction to the cake first. Greg removed the lid from the platter and his eyes widened.

“Whoa…” He gasped, licking his lips as he saw it. “D-did you make this, from scratch?” He glanced up at Mycroft, who had suddenly started blushing. He nodded.

“Do you like it?” Mycroft asked. “Everything I thought about buying you seemed wrong, and since you’re such a great cook I thought, maybe I could tr—

Mycroft never finished his sentence, as it was cut off by Greg’s lips against his. Greg steered him back against the countertop, holding him there and kissing him roughly, but sweetly. The impact was enough to knock the gift bag from Mycroft’s hand.

The passion flowed from the both of them, and Greg grinned into the kiss, drawing away with a chuckle. Mycroft raised his brows. “Should I take that as a yes?” He said, scratching his face a little as Greg turned back to the cake.

“You didn’t have to go through so much trouble. I know you don’t cook that often, let alone bake such an elaborate cake.” Greg’s gaze was positively overflowing with affection at this point.

Mycroft shrugged and waved a hand. “It wasn’t a problem, honestly.” Luckily, years of being a Holmes and acting as the British Government made him an expert liar. Greg whistled, impressed.

“I love it. Thank you. I can’t wait to taste it… if it’s anywhere near as good as the chef, it should be positively exquisite. It’s your turn to open your gift now, Myc.”

Myc glanced at the bag he had been holding, bending over to pick it up. He reached into the bag and withdrew a DVD case. He glanced down at it and saw the title, Roman Holiday. It was a romantic film from the 1950s starring Audrey Hepburn, and it was one of his favorite films of all time. But that wasn’t all; it was a collector’s, platinum edition complete with bonus featurettes and scenes. Mycroft beamed as he looked on it.

“Gregory… this is wonderful!” Mycroft exclaimed, gently enveloping the other man in a hug. “Is this the plan for our first Valentine’s Day, cake and a film?”

“I don’t see why we have to go out and do anything over-the-top. Nights in with you are the best. But instead of watching the movie on your couch, let’s lie in bed and watch it together.” Greg winked at him, and before he could reply further, Mycroft was already dragging him upstairs to his bedroom. Mycroft didn’t have a TV in here, but he had his laptop, and cuddling with his boyfriend in his bed topped the entertainment experience of his home theater system anyway.

Before he opened the DVD case, he withdrew an envelope from his pocket with Greg’s name on it.

“What’s this?” He asked, about to open it. Mycroft tugged it away from him, biting back a smirk. “Not yet. Wait until after the movie.” Greg raised an eyebrow, but nodded as the other man played the film.

As their movie watching experiences went, they heard more of the movie than they saw. And after it was over, even though it was only early evening, they lay in bed together, their noses brushing against each other and their lips pressed together more times than they weren’t. The kisses trailed across each other’s face from their nose, to their cheeks, their jaws, and back to their lips. It was a wonderful night full of joy and affection. Then Mycroft stopped kissing Greg long enough to give him the envelope.

Greg tore into it and scanned the page.

My dear Gregory,

Normally, I am not one for soppy messages and letters of affection, but as I have said many times before, you are the exception to every rule. So here you are, my very first Valentine’s Day message, for my very first Valentine.

When you first asked me to dinner, I was very perplexed by the entire notion. Why would anyone want to have dinner with me, especially someone as delightfully charming and handsome as the best Detective Inspector at Scotland Yard?

But then the relationship kept evolving and improving, until I finally worked up the nerve to ask you to be my boyfriend. And what a night that was!

You have made me an extremely happy man, Gregory, and I cannot wait to see what the future has in store for us as a couple. Although I may not understand affairs of the heart, I understand one thing: I absolutely adore your company and you, and I do believe I have one more gift for you besides that red velvet delight in the kitchen.

If you are not averse to it, I am ready for the world to know about us, the consequences be damned. History cannot define us, and our relationship isn’t predicated upon social norms. Apologies for the rambling, but with your consent, I believe we should let our friends and family know. Whether that is in-person or via social media outlets, I have no preference. But I am tired of keeping you, my most brilliant boyfriend, a secret from everyone.

Happy Valentine’s Day, my dear Gregory. You have stolen my heart with your charm and charisma, and there is nothing that compares to the feeling of warmth and joy that you fill me with every single time you cross my mind.

Most sincerely yours,

Mycroft H.

Greg finished the letter and looked up at him. “Of course I’m okay with it, Mycroft. Let’s do it right now.” He grinned and rolled over, grabbing his phone from the table on his side of the bed. Mycroft did the same, altering his relationship status from the single it had been all the years he had had the account to “in a relationship.” It might have just been a silly social tradition, but seeing those words on his profile sent a wave of adoration for the Detective Inspector pouring over Mycroft Holmes, who leaned sideways and kissed Gregory Lestrade just as both of their phones started blowing up with notifications from family, friends, and colleagues.

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anonymous asked:

i'm playing dh1 for the first time and i'm honestly so glad about how lively and confident emily is allowed to be. like i mean obviously her mother's death and its wake have left a mark on her, and especially if you're going to be empress, you're going to have to learn to do things even when they don't seem fun, but she keeps carving out little spaces for herself, and corvo supporting her in that is so damn satisfying to see

Hi! Good to see you playing and great to hear that you’re enjoying yourself. I hope you like it further on as well.

Emily is an curious, inquisitive, endlessly energetic kid and I love her for this so much. She’s constantly walking around, exploring, commenting on things and asking questions, because even in the wake of the tragedy that did nothing short of ruining her life, she’s full of life and she just cannot sit in one place for too long, and it’s obvious she was always encouraged to act out of her desires to be a child and enjoy the relative freedom of action it provides while she still can.

The notes written by Burrows can be found relatively early in the game in Corvo’s attic, if my memory serves me right - and they point out, bitterly, that Jessamine spoiled her child and allowed her too much, encouraging Emily’s hobbies like drawing, but it’s clear that Jessamine simply wanted her daughter to have her childhood for as long as she can. Corvo definitely did try his best to make Emily’s days at the pub easier and as normal as they can possibly be. She shouldn’t ever feel left out, neglected and lonely, she should still be able to be silly, play games and have fun, and he will assist her in this whenever he can even if no one else at the pub do - he’s her closest friend, after all. 

Which is why it breaks my heart to see how she can get a little sheepish around him at times, as if she’s not sure he wants to play along anymore - but he does. If she wants to rest in his room because she’s too afraid to be left on her own, if she wants to play, if she wants nothing but to just sit with him when she’s doing her studies - he will always, always do that for her, despite the rest of the pub’s stuff somehow assuming that Emily might annoy him.

Imagine Ivar looking at you like this while you yell at him for not doing what you asked… And he just crawls over after he puts his cup down and proceeds to fuck the attitude out of you.

@cherrytrinkets @brightlycoloredteacups @kirah31 @heathen-army

Okay so I did a one shot for this cuz no one else did… And I’m hoping one of my sister wives sees this and does a better one haha

One shot imagine - ivar fucks the attitude out of you

Unbelievable. You asked for ONE thing. You usually never ask Ivar for help, you hate having any type of weakness, but you thought that since you’ve never asked before, he would agree and then take care of it for you. He never verbally agreed, but thinking back on the night, you remember him screaming yes… More than once. So when you got the call that your mortgage payment was due, you immediately became angry. He couldn’t make one damn phone call?? You parked the car in front of your house and got out, walking up to the door, you took a deep breath to calm yourself. Upon entering, you see Ivar sitting at the table, two plates of dinner prepared, with a beer for each of you. Ivar looked at you and winked, before picking up his cup to drink, as if nothing was wrong. That set you off again and you slammed the door, throwing your bag to the floor. “I asked you to do ONE FUCKING THING FOR ME, IVAR. A simple phone call to the bank, to pay our mortgage. But nooooo, the great IVAR, cannot help his wife by picking up the damn phone and dialing the fucking number!” you looked at your husband, the love of your life. He was glaring at you…. Not good. He slowly set his cup down, and pushed the chair back from the table. You were silent… All anger draining out of you at his glare. He had not blinked or broken eye contact once. You felt your lust spike as he maneuvered his body to the floor, crutches be damned. You watched his shoulders and arms flex with effort and had to look away. You remembered your previous anger, and started yelling again, until you felt a hand run up your leg, causing you to stutter. You took another deep breath and then found yourself somehow pushed down on to the couch you were just standing behind. Looking up you see blue eyes still staring at you, making their way down your body and back up again, his rough hands following where his eyes touched. “is there anything else you’d like to yell about, woman?” he growled. You should have known. He loved seeing you angry. You got mad at his enjoyment of your rage, and opened your mouth again, getting ready to tear him a new one, when you felt your pantyhose rip. He gripped your thighs and lifted himself onto the couch between them, pressing one hand in to your already wet pussy, while he used the other one to pull himself up face to face with you. “why so quiet, love?” he teased. You had almost forgotten what he was talking about, seeing stars because of what his hand was doing to you. “um.. The bill… needs… needs to get called… Um.. pai-YESSSS RIGHT THERE OHMY–” you could vaguely hear him chuckle, until you reached down and grabbed his rock hard cock. Two could play at that game. You spent the rest of the night on that couch. He could call the bank tomorrow.

anonymous asked:

Okay so I'm not trying to be rude or anything like this is a genuine question but why does it matter to people who athletes politically support like isn't that their business as it has nothing to do with the sport they play? Idk that's just how I see it

Okay here’s the thing anon, as tired as some people may be of hearing it, we can’t just ‘stick to sports,’ sports and politics aren’t separate. There’s bigotry in both, and they’re connected.

I can’t just say “well maybe they wish people like me didn’t exist but damn are they good at scoring!” Marginalized groups don’t have the privilege of ignoring an athlete’s political views when those views negatively affect them. I cannot separate an athlete into who they are while doing sport from who they are when they aren’t. Because they are the same person. 

Also, if we as fans are expected to keep sports and politics separate, why don’t athletes? Plenty of athletes have publicly voiced support for Trump, or been against same-sex marriage, or in favour of transphobic laws, etc. If we are supposed to ignore their political views, then why are they so keen to use their platforms as athlete to spread those views? If it’s just ‘their business’ then why are they making it ours as well by using their popularity to bring up political views they hold?

So, it’s not something we can ignore, especially considering other factors like racism and sexism in the sports industry as a whole, another thing that makes sports political by nature.

I probably didn’t do the best job of explaining, so I’d suggest listening to Jashvina Shah’s podcast Stick To Sports. She does a far better job of explaining why it’s important we don’t just ‘stick to sports.’ 

Anyways, I hope that helped you understand this more.