i don't even know how to tag them any more oh my god

anonymous asked:

Hi, I don't know if you're accepting any more prompts rn or what but I'm feeling super super super low and I hate my exams, I hate studying and I used to love it and I feel like I'm stuck and there's no way out and idk, I don't see myself getting out of my family's grasp and going anywhere and I was going through my tags and your works make me so happy, so if you could, drarry/linny but which boosts morale? And maybe makes me want to study I'd give anything for that. Thanks for reading my rant♥♥

I am always taking prompts (I can’t always get to them for awhile but I do my best).  I’m so sorry you’re struggling and I know sometimes when you’re in a tight space it can feel as if it will stay that way forever but I hope you’re feeling a little better now and I want you to know that one small thing can always change our lives in unexpected ways. Have hope and stay strong.  And I hope this can cheer you up even in the smallest of ways.


Harry fiddles with the book in his lap, unable to focus on studying with the sounds of exasperation and stress coming out of Malfoy’s mouth as he studies.  It has been on the tip of Harry’s tongue to ask if he is alright, or needs a break, for the last two hours but every time he thinks he’s made up to his mind and starts to make even the smallest noise Draco just looks up from his book and shoots Harry a death glare.

He knows Draco is nervous for the exams beginning tomorrow, knows he wants to do well.  And yet he can’t for the life of him fathom how Draco, because it was definitely Draco now, has changed so much in the last twenty four hours.  The softness, the openness, the biting humor and hints of kindness are gone.  Draco has been snapping at him all week but in the last day he’d become so tense Harry can’t even look at him without incurring his wrath.

“Draco-”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”

“I don’t care, I don’t have time for this.  Just zip it I will hex you into next week.”  Harry snorts in disbelief earning himself a look that would send anyone else running from the room.

Making up his mind, Harry slams his book shut and patters across the room to sit on the edge of Draco’s bed, the mattress dipping beneath his weight.  “I’m not scared of you.”

“Wonderful.  A lifetime of work thrown away all because of a few measly kisses.”

“Oh I don’t know if I would call them that, you weren’t that bad of a kisser.”

And that’s it, he’s done it, broken Draco’s trance as Draco looks up at him a look of annoyance on his face, but there’s something else there too even if Harry isn’t entirely sure what.  “I am a fucking superb kisser, Potter, and don’t you forget it.”

Harry drops his hand, unable to hide his own shock as he stares at the other boy.  “When would I get a chance to forget?”

Draco looks decidedly uncomfortable as he coughs, picking his book back up off the bed and refusing to look at Harry again.  “After…just after exams.  When we leave.”

“What are you talking about?”

Draco slams his book shut with much more force than necessary, the sound echoing loudly in the small room like the aftershocks of a curse.  “I. Heard. You.  Last week.  Telling Weasley about the job offers.  My god Potter half of England’s Quidditch teams want you to play for them and an open invitation to the Aurors….you’ve got your pick of the future you want.  Which by the way I’m clearly not a part of since you didn’t mention any of them to me.”

Harry swallows down his guilt at hiding the offers, not wanting to admit that talking about the future was exactly what Harry didn’t want to do but for entirely different reasons.  He doesn’t want to confess that the idea of leaving Hogwarts terrifies him, that he has no idea what he wants to do, that he doesn’t feel ready to be an adult.  After a lifetime of feeling responsible for the world Harry wants nothing more than to fuck away from all responsibility, not forever, but for a little while longer.

“That’s what I thought,” Draco mumbles, misinterpreting Harry’s silence.  His icy tone cuts through Harry’s thoughts like a knife.

“I didn’t tell you because I’m not taking them.”

“What do you mean you’re not taking them?  Which one?” 

Draco sounds as scandalized as Harry had expected.  He shrugs, as if turning down multiple career opportunities is nothing.  “None of them.”

“What the bloody fuck is wrong with you, Potter?”

Harry steels himself, summoning his courage and knowing this conversation will reveal far more than he was prepared, but knowing with a sort of certainty that he feels about nothing else that it is the right thing to do.

“Because…because I’m tired of it.  All of it.  I love flying, god I love flying, but I don’t want to be watched anymore.  I couldn’t stand all those people watching and cheering and hoping for a victory with my name on their lips.  And the Aurors can all go fuck themselves if they think I want to spend the rest of my life chasing down Dark Wizards.”  He pasues, unable to look at Draco’s face but taking courage in the cold hand that reaches out to hold his own.  “Fuck, Draco, I know you’re mad because you didn’t get any job offers and you should have because you’re brilliant and determined and you’ve worked hard to prove yourself and I’m sorry everyone else doesn’t see that yet, but one day they will…..but for now….I think just this once maybe the Wizarding World can just go fuck themselves.”

At this Draco laughs, it starts out small as if Draco doesn’t even mean to but when Harry looks up at him, Draco’s lips are curled into his mouth as he bites on them trying to contain his laughter.  It makes Harry feel strong in a way he isn’t used too.  He squeezes Draco’s hand and continues.

“I was gonna wait…until after exams but I was thinking about, well about fucking off.  I don’t even know where to.  Gods we can go anywhere..America, France, I don’t care you can pick just please come with me.”

“Yes.”

Harry looks up, his mouth falling open in shock because he’d expected to have a lot more convincing to do.  But Draco is just smiling at him, and it makes something in Harry break because he wants to hold on to that memory forever.

“Really?  Yes?”

Draco rolls his eyes, but there is a fondness in them.  “Did you really think I’d say no to trotting around the globe with my ridiculously fit boyfriend living the life of leisure and having sex whenever I please?”

“Oh, well when you put it that way,” Harry whispers, moving to his knees and crawling across the bed until he’s straddling Draco’s lap, knocking his book to the floor in the process.  If Draco notices he doesn’t say anything.

“So this boyfriend of yours?  Do you think….do you think you love him?” Harry whispers, his fingers brushing across Draco’s cheek.

“The word is so quiet Harry almost misses it.  “Yes.”

This time its Harry who laughs, feeling a sort of delirious happiness bubbling up inside of him that makes him dizzy.   “S’good…because he loves you too.”

anonymous asked:

Please tell me you have parent klance hcs (or team voltron with kids in general)

oh bicth get ur body ready

  • After the war is over and they return home, in a few years time things on Earth have changed, aliens have integrated with earth’s population and shit so it’s not too uncommon to find refugees and all that jazz.
    • Lance goes home to his family and they say he has a new niece and he’s all excited to meet her because!!!!! a new girl!!!!! a new family member he can spoil!!!!!! and love!!!!!!!
    • He meets her and finds out she’s adopted and a mixed galra and very shy around everyone (She stands out in a room of humans ofc)
    • He calls Keith to come over since he’s half galra.
    • Keith at first is all like “Shit fuck what the fuck do I do?!?!?!?!?!”
    • An hour later him and Lance’s niece are sleeping together with her laid up snug on his chest with his arms wrapped around her to keep her from falling.
  • Keith would spoil the fuck out of his kids okay, don’t even try to tell me otherwise.
    • Shiro: Ok let me get this straight-
    • Lance: Sounds fake but okay
    • Shiro: Lance no.
    • Shiro: So your daughter wants to ride in a ship, a certain specific ship, so you steal it for her and now that ship is next to the house just for her?
    • Keith: Yes that about sums it up
    • Shiro: She’s three Keith
    • Keith: She’ll grow into it
    • Shiro: Oh my god that’s not the poi- Lance aren’t you going to say anything???
    • Lance: Well I mean, he’s not wrong.
    • Shiro: Oh my god I’m too old for this
  • Ready to kill someone if they ever laid a hand on a child? It’s more likely than you think
    • Lance: Keith where are you going?
    • Keith, hand on the doorknob and dressed to go out: …nowhere
    • Lance: Keith?
    • Keith: Vadna’s friend came over today and she had bruises, she said she fell but I know she didn’t. She look scared Lance.
    • Lance: I’ll call Hunk and ask if he can watch Vadna for a bit, let me get my jacket.
    • Keith: Bu-
    • Lance: No buts, I’m kicking their ass with you.
    • And that’s how they got their second daughter
  • Keith has no idea how to talk to kids but with his daughters it’s really easy?
    • They both picked on using the word dude in their vocabulary more often so it’s kinda just whole conversations with dude.
    • Keith also finds out you just compliment kids on stuff they show you they get really happy??? He loves seeing them both smile????? So much????
    • Keith: Hey Lance…I think I’d kill multiple men each to se eour daughters smile.
    • Lance: That’s really nice but please don’t
    • Keith: Why not?
    • Lance: Because if you’re in prison I’m going to have to listen to sad “dudes” for months and maybe even years and I am not emotionally equipped to handle that.
    • Keith: …That implies I’ll get caught
    • Lance, thoughtfully: …That’s true
.: how to catch a nerd 1 :.

time to make you thirst for hot nerd! peter 👅 I told nat the only fictional part of homecoming is how no one has a crush on Peter.

can you believe all peter has to do in his movie is mess up that dorky haircut of his and he’d be the hot nerd?

[how to catch a nerd tags] n/a

**dont plagiarize/repost this story**

warnings: a few cuss words

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Your best friend Sera, was very excited about you transferring to Midtown High. Your parents had recently moved to a nice, suburban neighborhood, which now put you closer to Midtown’s district.

To make a long story short, you and Sera were good friends during your elementary and middle school years, but split apart during the start of high school. You went to Hagstrom Academy while she went to Midtown School of Science and Technology. It wasn’t until the start of your sophomore year that you realized that you were going to transfer to Sera’s school after your move, and she was ecstatic to say the least.

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Fell For You-Jack Avery (Part 2)

Author’s Note: This is the highly requested part two to my Jack imagine titled Fell For You. If you haven’t yet read the first part, here it is!!! Enjoy, hope I didn’t disappoint!!! :-)

♥ ♥ ♥

“Are you ready to order yet?” your waitress asks as you finish your third lemonade. “Still waiting on someone.” you say as you fiddle with your straw out of embarrassment. 

She gives you a look and you sigh before checking the time again. Your best friend Jack was supposed to meet you at your favorite diner an hour ago and here you were, waiting like a lost puppy for him to show.

Your waitress stops by the table again but before she can speak you save her the trouble of breaking your heart with her questions. “I’m leaving. Sorry to waste your time.” you mumble as you grab your belongings and head for the door. 

When you reach your car you dial Jack’s number and when you get no response, you decide to drive over to his place, humming along with the radio until you reached your destination.

All week Jack had been acting weird and it was finally time for you to figure out what was going on with him. He had never been the best at feelings–he saw them as weaknesses–but you had always been the one that he told his secrets to. 

It took some coaxing and hard work on your part, you had to approach him at the right time, in the right place, with the right attitude. It was hard, but you knew what and when to do…And you decided it was time.

When you finally pull up in the driveway you frown as you notice there are no cars in front of Jack’s house. Pausing for a moment, you decide that maybe you should just head home; until you see Jack’s room light flickering through the window. 

Your eyes dart up to his window and even though you can’t see anything, a sick feeling flows through you. Putting the car in park, you hop out and walk slowly to the front door, loud muffled music filling your ears. 

Knocking loudly, you wait for a few moments before Jack swings the door open with a big smile. “Hellooooo (Y/N)!” he yells and you push him inside softly, shushing him as loudly as possible. 

“Jack shut up! Have you been drinking?” you gape and he just grins goofily. You didn’t even have to ask, really, the smell of his breath made it evident. “Nooo.” he says with a giggle and your amusement quickly turns to anger. 

“Is this where you’ve been?” you ask agrily, looking into his eyes in the hopes of finding a piece of Sober Jack to have a real conversation with. “Why do you care?” he asks in a mocking tone, taking another swig of whatever he’d been drinking in your absence. 

“I care because you were supposed to meet me at the diner.” you say and it seems to jog his memory a little because his face changes. “I’m sorry (Y/N)…” he says, and for a moment he seems like he’s winding down for the night; until he speaks again. 

“Buuuut since you’re here, you can join us!” he excalims and you look around the room to see who else could possibly be here with Jack. “Us?” you question when you don’t see anyone. 

“Yes, us!” he says, motioning to the various bottles of alcohol strung across the living room. “We’ve got Kinky and Karkov and UV. I know how fond you are of UV.” he slurs as he reads the labels on the bottles, stumbling through the room just to get to each one of them. 

“Jack you need to settle down.” you say, making your way to the kitchen and turning down the music. “Settle down? For what?” he asks and from your spot in the kitchen you can see him unscrewing the cap of another bottle of liquor. 

“No, no, no.” you mumble as you make your way over to him and pry it from his hands. “Jack why are you drinking? And where are your parents?” you ask, sitting down on the couch and clearing a few beer cans for him to join you. 

His face falls and you sigh as you realize you might have just hit a nerve. “Please just talk to me.” you try again and this time he joins you. “My parents are getting a divorce.” he says softly. 

His words hit you hard and before you can even process them he speaks again. “I never thought this would happen.” he mumbles just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Jack I’m so sorry. Where are they now?” you ask quietly, and you’re glad he’s finally starting to chill out. “They’re out. They wanted us all to go on some stupid family dinner so they could tell Isla the news.” he spits, sitting back on the couch. 

“Jesus Jack that’s terrible.” you say sympathetically. “And you wanna know the worst part?” he asks and you hesitate before telling him to go on. “They told me first. They said I would be the one to understand.” he says, his voice breaking before he could finish his sentence. 

Suddenly everything began to make sense: the way Jack was acting lately, his crazy mood swings, him blowing you off. “Why didn’t you tell me?” you ask him sincerely and he chuckles before answering. 

“Why would I? Your life is perfect (Y/N), you just wouldn’t understand.” Jack scoffs and for some reason this angers you. “Okay my parents aren’t divorced but so what? I would still be here for you.” you say, getting closer to him on the couch as you explain yourself. 

“Why?” he asks and it completely throws you off. “I mean everyone leaves. Why do you stay?” Jack persists. “I just, I don’t know I’ve never thought about it before. We’ve been friends since birth Avery.” you laugh and he joins you before looking around for another drink. 

“Jack just stop okay?” you half ask, half demand and he frowns at you before standing up to continue his search. “Jack I’m serious. I’m here now, you don’t need to do this.” you say, following closely behind him. 

“You’re not my mom.” he snaps and you can’t tell if he’s joking. “What?” you ask, confusion plain on your face. You didn’t want to fight with Jack but he was making it impossible not to. 

“You’re my friend. Not my mom and certainly not my girlfriend!” he yells as he turns to face you and for some reason, this comment stings. “So now me helping you has to be about us being more than friends?” you ask and at this point you’re even angrier than before. 

“Whatever I think you should leave.” he scoffs, pointing to the door. “No Jack I wanna be here for you, I lo-” you start but Jack continues before you can tell him how you really feel. 

“Just go okay! I don’t need your pity and I don’t need you up my ass. You think you’re so perfect? Well guess what, screw you! I don’t need you in my life!” he yells and his words pierce your heart like knives but instead of trying again, you stoop down to his level. 

“You know what?! I hate you Jack Avery! I hate you!” you say but the tears make it hard for you to yell at him without breaking. You don’t take another look at him, you just run to your car and drive home, the tears stinging your eyes making it hard to find your way home but you don’t care about that. You don’t care about anything…

Not Jack, not his parents and certainly not the trouble he’ll be in when he gets caught…At least you tell yourself that you don’t care. After a few months, though, your thoughts become true.

Jack’s P.O.V.

(Y/N)’s face distorts into a frown at Jack’s words and her teeth bring in her bottom lip as she looks deeper into his eyes. “I don’t believe you.” she says and it’s impossible for Jack to even begin to know what she’s thinking. 

He began to think back to when they were younger…What did (Y/N) do when she thought someone was lying? He studied her face for a moment before offering his reply. 

“I wouldn’t lie to you about that.” “Well you have before.” she says softly, and even though Jack could no longer read her, he could tell she was about to cry. “Yes but I-” he starts but (Y/N) interrupts, her sorrow turning to anger. 

“Just stop Jack. I’ll tutor you but you don’t have to lie to me.” she spits and he doesn’t say anything to defend himself. What else can he say? 

How do you tell someone that you’ve missed them for years? That you’ve watched them every single day, just dying to know how they’re doing but too afraid to ask. 

“You won’t regret this.” he says, getting up quickly and making his way to his car as (Y/N) sends him off with a small wave. Taking one final look at her, Jack started the car and headed for home, completely unaware that (Y/N) stayed out on the deck to watch him drive away.

(Y/N)’s P.O.V.

“Okay so,” Jack says as he sits down the foot of your bed, making himself comfortable as he pulls out his science book from his backpack. You’d been tutoring him for a couple weeks now and as much as you didn’t want to admit it, you loved the time you’d spent with him and you often found yourself looking forward to your little study sessions. 

The first few days weren’t easy… All you did was snap at him and even though he endured it without saying anything, a part of you felt bad and you eventually lightened up, making it easier for the both of you. What you weren’t prepared for, however, was to fall in love with him all over again; this time even quicker than the last. 

“The greater the concentration of OH- ions the stronger the base?” he asks and you nod in amazement. “Yes Jack! I feel like you’re finally getting it!” you exclaim from the chair you were currently sitting in. 

“Thank God because my midterm Chemistry test is tomorrow.” he groans, leaning back on the bed a bit and propping himself up on his elbow. He was still facing you but every once in a while you got the chance to steal a glance or two at the boy as he read the text book. 

You liked seeing Jack like this-in “study mode”-with his hair a mess and his cheeks flushed from what you didn’t know was nervousness due to you watching him. “But that stuff is easy. This is the part I don’t get.” he says, sitting up a bit to point at a particular spot in the book. 

“Here, throw me the book.” you suggest and he almost does. “Why don’t you just come over here?” he says and your heart races at the thought of being that close to him in general, let alone in your bed. 

Swallowing hard, you make your way over to him and sit down next to where Jack was laying. “Okay which part?” you ask, blinking a bit to focus your attention back to the task at hand. 

“The whole scale thing. How am I supposed to remember if a solution is an acid or a base by number?” he asks and you think of a way to explain something that freshman you could easily grasp. 

“Well the scale is zero to fourteen, but seven is the neutral area,” you start and he nods as he watches you closely. “So anything with a pH greater than seven is a base and anything with a pH lower than seven is an acid.” you explain and he jots down some notes before turning to you again. 

“Okay, okay. I need to come up with a way to remember that.” he mumbles to himself, raking a hand through his hair. “Well its not that hard. Just think of it this way,” you say, holding out your arms to resemble a horizontal line. 

“Zero is here,” you make a motion with your left hand. “And fourteen is here.” you say, wiggling your right hand. “Okay,” Jack says, holding out his arms to copy you. 

“A, and B.” you say as you motion your left arm and your right. “So anything A is on the left and anything B is on the right. Acid and base!” he exclaims, laughing as he mimics your gestures. 

“Yes! Good!” you say happily, your hands moving to your mouth to stop your laughter. “Thanks (Y/N). That makes sense actually.” he says as he begins to put his notes away for the night. 

“Yeah absolutely.” you reply, biting your lip as you watch him again. “No really. Thanks for everything.” he says as he turns to face you. “The second chance, the tutoring, all of it." 

"Yeah. It hasn’t been too bad.” you joke as you stand to walk him out. “Not bad at all.” your subconscious adds and you smile to yourself as you make your way to the door with Jack right behind you. 

“See you tomorrow.” Jack says before heading outside. “See you tomorrow.” you repeat as you watch him drive away, and you wonder how you ever made it without this boy.

•••••

“(Y/N)?!” your mom calls from the downstairs and you quickly stuff your books into your backpack before heading down to see what she needs. “Yes mom?” you call as you enter the kitchen, only to giggle at the sight in front of you. 

“Oh my gosh!” you exclaim, bending over with laughter as your mom locks eyes with you, her entire front side covered in what was left of her smoothie. “Its not funny.” she squints and you stifle another laugh before speaking again. 

“Sorry. What do you need?” you ask, trying your best not to burst into another fit of giggles. “A towel would be nice.” she replies sassily and you hurry to grab her one, giving it to her quickly upon your return. 

“What happened?” you ask and she cleans the remainder of the mess as she tells you about her mess of a morning. “Well first I couldn’t find anything to wear except all this ugly white top!” she complains, gesturing to her shirt which after this morning, would definitely not be white anymore. 

“And then I forgot to put the lid on the blender when I made my smoothie!” she continues as you grab an apple from the counter top and throw it in your bag. “Jeez mom. Sorry about your shirt.” you offer but she just waves you off. 

“Problem solved I guess! But I can’t give you a ride today, obviously.” she states and you laugh. “That’s okay, I’m getting a ride from a friend anyway.” you reassure her and she grins widely. 

“Is this friend a boy? By the name Jack Avery?” she asks and your cheeks begin to heat up. “Be quiet! Its not like that. We’re hardly even friends.” you defend, but she isn’t buying it. 

“I saw the smile on your face after he left last night.” she says and your jaw drops. “You were spying on me?! Oh my gosh mom!” you exclaim and she throws her hands in the air. 

“Its my motherly duty! It is also my motherly duty to inform you that there better not be anything other than tutoring going on upstairs!” she half jokes and you practically choke. “Mom, gross! Stop!” you yell but it only makes things worse. 

“Come on. We’ve had the talk!” she says with a raise of her eyebrows and you’re lucky that you hear the beep of Jack’s car horn before you have the time to respond. 

“Gotta go!” you hurry to the door, the smile on your face growing as you see Jack in your driveway. “Hey!” he yells from the driver’s seat as you make your way over to his car.

“Hey yourself.” you say as you buckle up and throw your backpack in the back. “How was your morning?” Jack asks and you blush as you think about the last ten minutes you spent with your mom. “Don’t ask.”

“You do know that saying that only makes me want to know more right?” he asks and you think for a moment, silence taking over the car as you debate whether or not to tell him about your conversation with your mom. 

“My mom…” you trail off and Jack picks it back up. “Your mom?” he asks and you turn to look out the window. “My mom thinks we’re…together.” you say and it just now hits you that in a way you and Jack had become something along the line of more than friends in the time you’d spent together. 

“Okay. Why didn’t you wanna tell me that?” he asks as he breaks his concentration from the road to look at you. “I don’t know, it’s awkward. And far from the truth.” you admit. 

Jack’s face falls and you’re met with his familiar hurt expression. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to-” “It’s okay.” he cuts you off and you mentally scold yourself for being so mean, even if it was unintentional. 

“Anyway,” you think of ways to change the subject as Jack hums along with the radio. “Your test is today. How do you feel about it?” you ask. “Well the test is only over acids and bases and with the scale thing that you taught me, I’m pretty confident about those.” he says and you smile at the fact that your tutoring is actually working. 

When Jack first proposed the idea of course you didn’t want to tutor him for obvious reasons but what you were most afraid of was that you wouldn’t even be good at it seeing as you had no prior tutoring experience. 

“I’m such a good teacher.” you jokingly boast and Jack chuckles. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Quiz me!” he suggests and for the rest of the drive you shout out random numbers, laughing to yourself as Jack as taps his thumbs on either side of the steering wheel to represent the number line as he thinks of his answers.

•••••

“Not gonna lie I’m so nervous right now.” Jack admits as you walk with him to his first class of the day: Chemistry. “It’s okay to be nervous, Jack. Just don’t let it get the best of you.”

“Use it as motivation instead.” you smile at him and he nods confidently. “You’re right. Nerves are good sometimes.” he mumbles as you get closer and closer to the door. 

“Ten more minutes until the bell. If you want I can stay with you and talk for a bit.” you suggest but he declines your offer. “Nah I should actually go in and use this time to study.” he says and you nod in agreement before he turns away from you. 

“Hey Avery.” you call and he turns around once more. “You got this!” you say and he mouths a thank you before you both go your separate ways. As you make your way to AP English you think about Jack. 

Would it really be that weird to date him? After all, most people did think you were a thing already…You brush the feelings aside and when you reach your classroom, you take your usual spot by the window. 

“Alright everyone take out your copies of The Great Gatsby. Today we’re going to be discussing the relationship between Daisy and Gatsby.” your teacher says and you roll eyes before reaching for your book. You definitely didn’t want to talk about relationships right now. 

“So, raise your hand if you think they are as you guys would say ‘goals’.” Mr. Robinson says in a monotone voice and you look around the room to see ninety percent of the class has their hands up. 

“Interesting.” he mumbles, making a mental tally of the hands and writing it on the board. “Now, raise your hand if you think the relationship was complete garbage.” he says and your hand is the first to shoot up. 

“Ah, Miss (Y/N). Would you like to share your thoughts with the class?” Mr. Robinson asks and you sigh because you know that even if you say no, you’ll be forced to share anyway. 

“Sure. The relationship is lacking and almost completely one sided.” you say plainly, earning a few glares and a few nods. “What do you mean by that?” he presses and you fiddle with your pencil as you go on. 

“Well its obvious that Gatsby, even though he is technically a homewrecker, has pure intentions when it comes to Daisy. I just don’t think those intentions are returned.” you say and a girl named Courtney scoffs before turning around in her desk to face you. 

“Whatever! Daisy is just as much in love with Gatsby as he is for her.” she argues. “Yeah okay sure.” you say with wide eyes and she rolls her eyes before turning to face the front again. 

“Please elaborate a bit more.” Mr. Robinson says and the pressure of the eyes of the class is now completely on you, everyone interested in what you have to say. 

“Gatsby has everything but the one thing he wants is Daisy. Daisy has everything but she wants more and more. Gatsby loves Daisy always, and he would do anything for her if she asked.” you start and everyone seems to be surprised by your response.

“Daisy isn’t in love with him, she’s in love with the idea of him. Its completely obvious since she only comes around when she needs something.” you huff and the teacher just smiles at your response. 

“Courtney, anything you’d like to add?” he asks and this time Courtney stands before sharing her opinion. “Okay so maybe Daisy is a little unclear with her feelings and maybe she is indecisive but that doesn’t make her love any less real.” she says and you begin to apply it to a real life situation. 

Not just any real life situation, but your real life situation. “If Daisy really loved Gatsby, she would have told him. She wouldn’t have pushed him away when she didn’t want to deal with him!” you say and you realize now that you’re raising your voice. 

“Daisy made a mistake. Everyone deserves a second chance.” Courtney says, her stance not wavering. “Well its not like if given the chance, they could go back to how things were! You can’t undo the past.” you continue and Courtney just sighs. 

“You can if the person is worth it.” she says and it suddenly hits you that you’re taking this all way too personally. “Can I go to the bathroom?” you blurt out, earning an echo of laughter from the class as he nods in confusion. 

Once you reach the hallway you sigh heavily before heading to the bathroom as slowly as possible. “Maybe I’m being too hard on Jack.” you think to yourself as you stare at your reflection in the mirror. Even if he did hurt you in the past, that’s what it was now, the past. 

How long were you going to go before you quit fighting your feelings for him? How long could you go? A splash of cold water to the face saves you from your thoughts and you wash your hands before returning just in time for the bell.

As you zip up your backpack and head for the door Mr. Robinson stops you. “You made some valid points in the discussion today. Great job (Y/N), you really surprised me with your thoughts.” he says and you smile softly. 

“Yeah. Courtney was right about one thing though.” you say and on your way out the door you answer the question going through his mind. “Everyone deserves a second chance.” And with that, you make your way to the Chemistry room.

•••••

A moment or two passes until you spot Jack’s curls in the crowd of students in the hallway and you rush over to him. You didn’t know exactly what you would say but you knew that you had to act fast. 

“Jack!” you call after him and he smiles before meeting you halfway. “Hey.” he says quietly as he leans against the wall. “So how did it go?” you ask and he shrugs before reaching into his backpack and fishing out his test. 

“You tell me!” he exclaims and hands you a paper with an A- written in the upper hand corner. “A minus! Oh my God Jack, way to go!” you yell happily and before you know it you’re wrapped up in a bear hug, his arms tangled up around your shoulders and yours secured around his waist. 

Everything happened so fast and for a second it was pure bliss. Jack quickly pulls away from you, a string of apologies and curse words leaving his lips as he turned to walk away. 

“Wait.” you say softly and he looks you in the eyes again. “I’m sorry (Y/N) I just got excited. I didn’t mean to-” Before he can finish his apology, your lips are on his. 

After the initial shock wears off, he deepens the kiss and you don’t part until the ring of the school bell brings you both back to reality. “I thought you said-” “Screw what I said.” you say before leaning in to kiss him once more.

Rose x Ten, post GitF-au/fixit; angst, fluff, romance, more angst, and possibly some smut later, but this part (and all parts on ff.net) is sfw (minor exception for brief language).

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Minuet, Part III

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Stunned, Rose can’t summon the words to argue with him—Please don’t take me home, at least let me say goodbye to my friends first, please just talk to me, please—they all just drift around uselessly, unable to climb their way out of her throat.

Silently, she follows after him.

***

The first thing Rose hears upon setting foot in the TARDIS is the sound of her own name, nearly lost amidst the full solid weight of Mickey barreling into her like a freight train.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe it, I thought you’d never make it back!” Mickey half-laughs, half-shouts into her ear. His arms wind snugly around her, a pair of friendly boa constrictors squeezing her in happiness. Rose hugs him back just as tightly, barely managing to blink back tears; she didn’t expect to cry right now, but god, it just feels so comfortable and warm, and it’s been so long since anyone hugged her.

“The Doctor said all the links were severed when you when through the mirror,” Mickey continues. “He said it was impossible, he said—”

Suddenly Mickey steps back, his nose scrunched in confusion. “Hang on,” he says, holding Rose at arms’ length while he looks her up and down, eyes traveling over her coiffed hair, her heavy silken gown. “Wow. You look different.”

“Wow,” Rose teases. “You don’t.”

“Well, it’s only been a few hours for me—what about you?”

“About six months.”

Mickey’s face darkens, his eyes flickering over to the Doctor. “Six months?”

“Yep, looks like my calculations were a bit off,” the Doctor says, his voice tight as he breezes past them up the ramp. He rounds the console, tossing a switch here, a lever there. “Well, to be fair, it’s less to do with my calculations, more to do with an unstable time window—difficult to predict, those, especially when they’re in such a sad state of disrepair. But luckily for us,” he says, and his gaze very carefully avoids Rose at that last word, “there was a loose connection.”

The TARDIS shudders around them as it dematerializes, and Rose closes her eyes at the sound of the time rotor grinding, the still-familiar vworp-vworp noise and the soft and gentle buzz-hum underneath. She places a hand against a coral strut, relishing the sandpaper-roughness beneath her fingers, and this time she doesn’t fight the tear that trickles down her cheek. It’s as if a hole was gnawing away in her chest over the last half-year, no matter how she tried to ignore it, but now it’s filling in again. Good grief, but she’s missed these sounds, this place.

“So that’s that,” the Doctor says, as if it’s final, somehow. Rose opens her eyes to find him galloping down the ramp, striding out of the console room. “End of one chapter, beginning of another. Welcome back to the TARDIS!” the Doctor shouts over his shoulder.

And just like that, he’s gone.

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untitled brohm ficlet

Bryce, by nature, does not get irritated often or easily. He likes to take things in stride, roll with the punches, that sort of thing – because it never does anyone any good in the long run to get angry over silly things. So, Bryce kinda has the patience of a saint.

Delirious, however, is kinda testing this.

“Bryce, stop coming for me!” Cartoonz screeches as he hops a window with Bryce barely missing the hit.

Bryce starts laughing, just as Delirious says, “yeah, don’t come for Cartoonz, you’re supposed to come for your boyfriend, Ohm!”

Cartoonz cracks up as Bryce cuts off with a groan, trying to count down from ten in his head to keep from saying something legitimately angry. Ohm, the asshole, is definitely not helping.

“Oh, yeah, come for me Brycey~” Ohm says into the mic, low and up-close, causing Delirious and Cartoonz’s laughter to spark anew and Bryce to lean into his own mic with a frown.

“Stop encouraging them, boyfriend,” Bryce quips, trying to keep it light as he smacks Cartoonz. This causes a high-pitched yelp from the man, making Bryce smile (only a bit) evilly. Then a thought crosses Bryce’s mind, giving him pause – what if Ohm had told Delirious they were dating? He makes a mental note to ask Ohm about it after the game is finished.

“Stop pissing him off Delirious, it’s making him better!” Cartoonz cries, screeching again as he once more barely escapes getting hit, stunning Bryce’s character by pulling down a pallet.

“It’s fine,” Delirious says, and Bryce preemptively sucks in a breath, preparing for the worst. “Ohm can just calm him down with a blow job or something.”

Bryce lets out the breath he was holding as the others burst out laughing. He rolls his eyes at Ohm’s prominent, obnoxious laughter and opens his mouth, starting to lose his cool.

“Y'know, Ohm, you could help me out,” Bryce says, words clipped and annoyed as he wanders around looking for a survivor (he had lost Cartoonz).

“Yeah, but this is way funnier,” Ohm answers through his giggles, and Bryce valiantly resists another eye roll.

Before today, Bryce could count on one hand the amount of times Delirious had jokingly referred to Ohm as his boyfriend. And now he would need both hands, just from the start of this recording session.

It had started actually before they’d even started recording, when Ohm was taking way longer than normal to get on and Delirious, laughing, asked Bryce where his boyfriend was. Bryce had snorted and answered that he had no idea who Delirious could be talking about, and Delirious only laughed harder. Then Ohm joined and Bryce forgot about it (as he does most of the weird things Delirious says) in light of making fun of Ohm for sounding winded while apologizing for being late (apparently Buddy had gotten out and Ohm had to chase him down).

Then, about ten minutes into their first game where Cartoonz was the killer, Delirious got hooked and Ohm and Bryce were trying to coordinate an organized rescue, since Cartoonz was the trapper. Then Delirious barked out, “will you quit jerking off your boyfriend and come save me, Bryce!”

Cartoonz and Ohm laughed, and Bryce struggled to keep the smile on his face.

“Yeah, definitely not saving you now,” Bryce said, causing more laughter, even as he and Ohm crept closer. “Also, definitely still single.”

“Yeah, tell that to Ohm’s dick,” Delirious responded, and this time Bryce actually did stop walking and considered abandoning him.

“Wait, me?!” Ohm shrieked, incredulous, yet still undeniably amused, and this just served to grate on Bryce’s nerves even further. “Why am I the boyfriend?”

Bryce reluctantly started trailing Ohm again, and they finally reached Delirious’ hook as he was commenting, “don’t pretend like you don’t want his booty, Ohm!”

“Well-”

Whatever Ohm would have said was cut off when Bryce got Delirious down from the hook after Ohm disarmed the bear trap. Cartoonz screamed, “you little shits!” and they all took off in different directions running and giggling.

Then later, during the same round, Ohm was attempting to get Cartoonz off of Bryce by popping a generator multiple times. Which Bryce normally would be grateful for (even if it never worked), but then Delirious made a comment.

“You would try to save your boyfriend, you didn’t do jack shit when I was being chased!”

Ohm spluttered something unintelligible while Bryce bit out a “not my boyfriend!”

Cartoonz, meanwhile, cackled as he struck Bryce. “Are we confirming Bryce and Ohm being in a relationship today?”

“No!” Bryce and Ohm chorused simultaneously with Delirious’ “YES! Bless their little gay hearts!”

Cartoonz laughed, Bryce got downed, and really that was the first true test of his patience and will to stay calm and professional. He barely succeeded, and he hoped that with the new round where Ohm was the killer, everyone would forget about the whole ‘boyfriend’ thing and move their banter towards less innuendo.

Of course, that was just wishful thinking, given how gay Ohm is wont to be at any given moment.

“Oh Brycey~” Ohm called, while Bryce did everything in his power to avoid getting hit again, and if that meant cheesing the heck out of cheat spots, then by gosh he’d be shameless. “Let me have just one more taste of that booty~ Just one more~?”

“Nope! My booty is not for sampling!” Bryce yelled back, earning him a high-pitched laugh from Ohm.

“Aww, aren’t they so cute, Cartoonz?” Delirious cut in, and Bryce’s smile slipped. “Boyfriend and boyfriend!”

“Adorable~!” Cartoonz cooed, and Bryce was about to return with a sassy remark when Ohm let out a very loud grunt as he struck Bryce, downing him.

“Noooo!” Bryce was instantly distracted, rushing to wiggle free after Ohm picked him up.

That is, until Delirious made the comment, “aww, look Cartoonz! He’s carrying him over the threshold!”

Cartoonz started to say something, but Bryce yelled over him, “will you two shut up and help me!

Shockingly, that was the last instance during Ohm’s killer round, but then Delirious’ came around. Arguably, the worst of all three. There wasn’t a time in that round where Delirious didn’t refer to them as boyfriends or lovers or something of a similar caliber. Even if it was Bryce and Cartoonz together or Cartoonz and Ohm, if Delirious found two of them together he’d still make jokes about Bryce and Ohm being stuck together like glue. Ohm’s propensity to encourage him by making benign comments in response about Bryce being clingy or something or laughing in response was not helping.

If Ohm was on Bryce’s side in this, then maybe Delirious would stop, but instead Ohm was arguably making it worse. Like when Bryce got hooked, and Delirious immediately called for his 'boyfriend’ to come save him. Ohm had just laughed and said he was busy on a generator – no denials, no nothing, as he crept closer to rescue Bryce. This left a low-key irate Bryce to do damage control alone.

The trend obviously continued to their fourth round, where Bryce is the killer. Leading them to now, with Bryce barely keeping himself from snapping at his friends (mostly Delirious, but also Ohm) and channeling all his rage into killing them all.

He is deadly quiet as he trails after Delirious, who isn’t taking too kindly to his silence.


aaaand that is it folks! let me know if you want to read more and i’ll try to write more for this~! ^^

Castiel, Prince of Hell. It’s catchy. It rhymes.

I warned y’all that this speculation might piss people off, so I’ll just go ahead and throw it up there in the title so that way you can skip it if you so choose.

We know we’re in for a hell of a cliffhanger this year. (”You guys are going to hate me.” - Mark Pellegrino. Or something like that.) I mean, we always are, because that’s what the show does… but how about more of one than usual? 

Could Cas be next season’s Big Bad, as a Prince of Hell?

Yeah, yeah – I know. Many of you are just gonna smile politely, nod, and whisper to each other about that one lady yelling about glowing eyes again. (I do yell about eyeballs a lot. Have I mentioned that I like glowing eyes today? Well, if you didn’t know - I dig glowing eyeballs. That said, there’s way more to this than glowing eyeballs.)


But hear me out if you have the patience, because I have a bunch of words here explaining why I’m seeing this (even though I’m gonna say there’s like… a 7.3% chance of this actually happening, just because I like pulling totally random stats out of my butt). I already know @mittensmorgul​ does NOT see this happening at all. But if/when it doesn’t happen, maybe somebody will be inspired to write an awesome canon-divergent fic over the summer.

So, if you’re interested, surge on ahead.

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anonymous asked:

Gosh your villain twist on Katsuki and Izuku were soo good!! I don't think I've seen you do a Shouto one before, so I'll love to request that? (He could be a villain because he growed up seeing his dad carry the image of a 'hero', so he decided he didn't like heroes and here he is now, but idk lol im bad at this) anyways, thanks!! Your writing is really good<3

Yes, the backstory is on point. I thought the same thing too. And thanks fo the compliment. All the villain stuff is under the tag: villain au


You worked at Endeavour’s hero agency. You honestly hated the guy, but it was hero work like everything else. You were going to start your own agency some day, but the time for that wasn’t now. You were just leaving work, when you were stopped at the door. The hero who stopped you, told you that the boss wanted to talk with you. You had a bad feeling about the whole situation, but you couldn’t refuse. No matter how much of an asshole the guy was, he was still your boss. So you took the elevator to the most upper floor, and knocked at his office door. You were told to come in, so you did.

“You wanted to see me?”, you asked politely.

“Yes, I’ll get straight to the point. Bring me my son.”

“Huh?!”

“Don’t play dumb, I know you two are seeing each other. One of my employees has been following you for a while now.”, he growled.

“This employee of yours must be mistaken. I know of your son, but I have never even met him.”, you said calmly.

“Cut the bullshit.”, he growled.

You were surprised with his change of tone, and didn’t really know if you should continue the conversation.

“Am I free to leave? Or do you want to discuss something else?”, you asked.

Endeavour got up and walked up to you. The huge male was towering over you. You were nervous and for a good reason. Endeavour grabbed you by the arm, and you could feel the heat in your arm. There was smoke rising under his palm, and you could smell the clothes burning.

“Bring. Me. My. Son.”, he grunted.

“As I said, I don’t know what-Shit!”, you yelped.

Endeavour removed his hand from your arm, leaving behind a handprint. He was mad, well he was always mad, but now even more so then usual. He just grunted and told you to leave. You did as you were told.

“Damn bastard.”, you muttered to yourself.

When you left the room, Endeavour was left alone. He was annoyed, annoyed that you would lie straight to his face and even more annoyed that you wouldn’t bring his useless son to him. Shouto was supposed to become the greatest hero, his greatest achivement, but no. That idiot had went and become a villain. Such a waste of a good quirk. Endeavour needed his son to come to his senses and pursue the path to becoming the number one hero. No matter what he had to do, he would make his son the top hero.

You left work and headed to your apartment. When you got there, you decided to bandage up your arm. The burn wasn’t that bad, but you didn’t want it to get infected. You were so concentrated on your arm, you didn’t realize Todoroki was behind you, before he spoke.

“What happened?”, he asked.

“Oh god Shouto” you yelped, “it was nothing, just your father being an ass.”

He walked up to you and took a look at your arm.

“Does it hurt?”, he whispered.

“Nah…”

“Be honest with me.”

“A bit, but it’s not as bad as it looks.”

“Do you know why he did it?”

“We need to talk about that. Let’s go to the kitchen, I need something to drink.”, you sighted.

You sat down to the opposite sides of the table. Todoroki looked anxious, he had a bad feeling.

“Your dad knows. About us I mean.”, you said as you sipped your drink.

“How?”

“Apparently someone has been following me.”

“Any idea who?”

“Nope. And what really ticks me off, is the fact he thought I would just hand you over to him.”, you huffed.

“I know you would never do that, but we need to do something about this. Do you think you should find a new agency?”

“No, as long as I work at your father’s agency, I can get information about him.”

“I hate seeing you hurt. No information is worth that.”, he said quietly.

“But I don’t want to see you hurt either. That’s why I’m trying to make sure your father doesn’t do anything to hurt anyone.”

“But if you get hurt it’s not worth it.”

“For me it is. If knowing what your father is doing makes you feel even a bit better, it’s worth it.”, you smiled gently.

He took your hand to his and looked at you in the eye. You could see he was very serious.

“Promise me you won’t get hurt. If someone hurts you. I’ll hunt them down and teach them a lesson, no matter who they are.”

“I know you would, and I appreciate that, but I don’t want you to expose yourself to danger either. Even though I’m well aware you can take care of yourself just fine.”, you smirked.

You chatted for a while more, but Todoroki had to go. He said he had some business to take care of. He left you alone for the evening, but he promised to be back in a few hours, before midnight. He gave you a last kiss before leaving and headed out of the door.

You decided to relax a bit. You took a shower and made yourself some tea. You opened your book and sat down beside the kitchen table, but your alone time didn’t last for long. Your kitchen window was shattered and three people, dressed in army’s combat gear and masks hopped in.You jumped up and took a defensive position. You had no idea what their quirks were, or if they even had them. Consealed weapons were also an option so you needed to stay alert. They had also broken the lamp, so the room was pretty dark. You couldn’t use your quirk since there was no light to create blades from, these people clearly knew what they were doing, and who they were up against.

The trio made the first move. They came at you from front and both sides. You dodged the first one, and got a good kick to the second ones stomach. The third however, slashed your arm with something. It didn’t feel like a knife or a blade, more like a claw. The wound was shallow, and it didn’t affect your ability to fight. The trio backed of a bit, which gave you the chance to turn on the light above the sink. You created two blades for yourself from the light.

“We gonna do this or what?”, you growled.

The trio dashed at you again, they didn’t seem to be as in sync as they were before. The first one managed to get a punch to your jaw, but you smashed the hilt of your blade to his head. He stumbled back and fell to the ground. One done, two to go. The two who were left, didn’t seem to care for their comrade at all. They just kept coming at you, again and again.

When you finally managed to knock the last one down, you weren’t in a very good shape yourself. Your nose was bleeding and so were the slashes on you arm and thigh. You were covered in bruises and small cuts, but that didn’t really bother you. What bothered you, was the three people lying unconcious on your floor. You decided to check their faces.

The first one you knocked out, got his mask ripped of first.

“Damn.”, you yelped.

You regocnized the guy. He worked at the same hero agancy as you and was one of Endeavour’s favorites. Not because he was super strong, but because he would do anything, no questions asked. The second one revealed herself as your other coworker. The third one too. Then it clicked. Endeavour was behind this. Since he hadn’t gotten what he wanted, he had used his lapdogs to get information for him. You were honestly amazed you were able to take all three of them down. They weren’t trying to kill you, they probably just wanted to tie you down and ask you a few questions. You sat down and breathed heavily.

“Can’t I just have one calm night? Is that really too much to ask for?”, you muttered.

When Todoroki got to your place, it was a mess. Three uncouncious people on the floor, and you bleeding and muttering something to yourself. He hurried to you.

“What happened?”

“Those three happened, and here is the fun part. They all work for your father, just like me.”

“That bastard must have set this up.”

“Yeah, I figured.”, you sighted.

You knew Todoroki was furious. He might not seem like, but there was rage burning in his eyes.

“Let’s bandage you up. After that I’ll go pay my father a visit.”, he said.

Todoroki bandaged your arm and thigh in silence. How dare his father do this? If he wanted him, why come after you? Did his father want to hurt him, because if that was his objective he had been successful. Todoroki hated to see you hurt, and he didn’t like the fact you didn’t mind it if it was for him. Of course Todoroki knew your hero work came with unavoidable risks, but the fact you had been hurt because his bastard of a father wanted him back, made his blood boil.

You knew Todoroki well enough to know what he was thinking. He was blaming himself for what had happened. That you getting hurt was his fault, since the trio wanted him or even information about him. You knew he would go see his father and return his lapdogs to him, if the hadn’t left by themselves. Todoroki probably didn’t know you knew that everytime you got hurt, Todoroki would hunt down the asshole. You didn’t know what he did to them, but you rarely saw the same villain twice. He had threathened to do it before, but you knew it was more than a threath.

“I don’t want to leave you alone, but I have to go see my father.”

“I know Shouto. Just be safe okay. I’ll be fine on my own.”

You gave him a kiss and when you got out of the bathroom, the three people from your floor were gone. They had probably regained conciousness, and escaped. You watched as Todoroki walked out. You knew his father wouldn’t kill him, but you also knew Endeavour didn’t mind violence. You were worried.

When Todoroki reached his father’s hero agency, he noticed the lights were on in his office floor. His father was waiting for him. Todoroki wasted no time. He went to his father right away. He basically busted down the office door. There was steam coming off of him, his quirk had activated because of intense emotions. Endeavour was looking out the window and didn’t even turn around when the door opened.

“Shouto, you came. I thought that girl might be some use after all. Apprently she was able to take all three of them down.”, Endeavour laughed.

“She was and you stay away from her.”, Todoroki growled.

“I’ll leave her alone when you decide to drop this foolish act as a villain. You are meant to be the top hero and not some criminal running around the streets and having a fling with some pathetic girl.”

“I’ll never become a hero, not like you. Not someone who thinks he has the privilege to torture his family because of his own desires. As a villain, I can do what I need to and protect the one I love. She is nowhere close to pathetic and she is not a fling. If you or your guys ever come near her, I’ll kill you.”

“Are you trying to threathen me? You are weak, just like your mother and that pathetic bitch you are with.”

Todoroki lost his temper. His father calling you a bitch and calling his mother weak, was the trigger. Todoroki’s ice was trapping Endeavour against the window.

“If you ever, come near (Name) again, I swear to god, you will not walk out of it unharmed.”, he growled.

“Foolish boy. Do you really think I’ll be intimidated by a weak, lonely villain?”

Todoroki walked towards the door, and just before he stepped to the hallway, he looked at his father one last time.

“Not that this is relevant, but who said I was alone?”

Endeavour was left there, encased in ice, to think about his son’s warning. He started to melt the ice, but to his surprise, it was rather slow. Clearly his son had managed to get more powerful. If being a villain was what it took, it was worth it, but someday Endeavour would make his son the top hero. No matter the cost.

When Todoroki got back to your place, he found you curled up on your bed. You were asleep. He laid down and wrapped himself around you.

“Shouto?”, you whispered.

“I’m fine, just keep sleeping, you’ve had a rough day.”

“Yeah, yeah”, you yawned.

Todoroki watched as you closed your eyes and your breathing got calmer again. He would make sure you were safe, no matter what.

i mean nothing to you & i don’t know why

Jeff called his mom about every two weeks. She always wanted to hear how things were doing – things with hockey, with Christopher and Bethany’s kids, with Kent. She always asked about Kent, and in the last year or so, Jeff had gotten the feeling that she was asking for reasons other than the fact that the family liked him.

“I saw the news,” she said, as soon as she picked up. “Is everything okay?”

She meant Kent. “Yeah,” said Jeff. “Things are fine. I mean, mostly. We’re all a little on edge because it’s kind of a big deal, you know.” He shrugged, even though he knew she couldn’t see. Kent’s coming out was stressful, and Jeff had tried to make him feel better, but he hadn’t really recovered until he’d finally returned his boyfriend’s calls.

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The Notes We Wrote

A/N: I found this prompt in a list of soulmate AU’s! I sort of took it as every time you write in your journal it appears in your soulmate’s journal. Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: Everyone is given a journal that they can use to write to their soulmate AU

Pairing: Lin x reader

Things you should know: 1.) Everyone receives their journal when they turn 18. 2.) The reader is 30 by the end of this. 3.) Lin’s dialogue is in quotations :)

Warnings: like one curse word

Masterlist | Request!
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2005
You were slightly younger than your soulmate so when you got your journal there were already things written in it. “Things” meaning there were already seven years of writing in it when you got it. Your soulmate was 25 years old and that’s all you knew. You didn’t know his name or where he lived; the universe did everything in its power to make sure you didn’t meet your soulmate before it was time. Everytime he tried to write his name or where he lived it showed up scribble out on your page.

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anonymous asked:

I somehow slipped and fell in my Theon feels and have been reading fic and meta about him for four days straight and crying on the inside. I've been throught your tags but I love your thoughts so if you don't mind, could you share some recs about Theon-centric meta and fic, or your thoughts about him, if you have the time+inclination?

oh friend i know how you feel.  theon feels are specific brand of feels and not to be toyed with lightly.  i don’t know if i have any fic recs about theon, and most of the theon meta i can remember is by @janiedean​ (x, x, x).  hunting through  my old blog i also found these as well: (x, x).

for my own thoughts, here have a ramble.

what breaks me every time is that theon is both a character who is set up for failure, but also a character who is not allowed to “Be Himself.”  like what does it mean to be theon greyjoy? what he was expected to be as the third son of house greyjoy is very different from what he’s expected to be as the heir to pyke is very different from what he’s expected to be as the estranged heir to pyke with an older sister who is much beloved and the functional heir is very different from a hostage of house stark is very different from a child of house stark is very different from reek reek it rhymes with weak.  he is not allowed to be any of the things he’s expected to be because those expectations are conflicted, and he tries to be all of them and fucking smiles while doing it, even though that existential conflict is one that breaks him when he pauses to think about it for too long and that’s even before ramsay dug his knife into him.  his assholeishness, his misogyny, his cavaleir nature (remember that time he kicked a newly decapitated head in the first chapter) are all him posturing into trying to be something without giving much thought to what he is, because what he is fucking hurts and it does so in a way that he can’t change because when push comes to shove he’s a hostage and can’t act as in independent man/lord/person.  so people can–and do–call him whatever they want (theon, reek, turncloak) and maybe he’s all of those things, and maybe he’s none of those things because that’s what it means to be theon the one person he’s not allowed to be at all.

add into that the fact that even beyond his existential crises that have been woven into him from a young age, he’s routinely in situations that he can’t extricate himself from and which, fundamentally, he has agency denied in, or in which, having gained agency, he loses spectacularly (the seige of winterfell) and ends up in an even more horrific hostage situation than he was in to begin with. 

also remember that time that theon turncloak is the “stark in winterfell” when winterfell is starkless?  because i fucking do.

fire-kyatto  asked:

Hi there! So I was wondering if you had any tips on advertising/getting the word about your creation like a comic or ask page? I wanted to try to make an Sonic Au page but I have no idea how to start ^^;

I’m afraid I’m not really great at self-promotion stuff… when I got started with Sonic fancomic stuff in 2006-7 the scene was different; things were much more centralized around a handful of fansites (Sonic Verse Team, the MFZ, Fireball20XL, The Middle Ground, etc.) instead of the diaspora we have now on all-purpose sites like Tumblr, Youtube, Twitter, and DeviantART. I started uploading on DA, got onto the Middle Ground staff, and the rest mostly happened on its own. When I started on DA there were very few Sonic fancomics there, and it was easier to get noticed fast. I have seen some trends over the years though, and I can share my observations on that.

I subscribe to the “if you build it, they will come” strategy, where consistency and quality do most of the work. It’s slow, but builds a loyal readership. That being said, a strong start can do a lot for you. Open up with a good chunk of content posted, with a buffer built up so you can post steadily right out of the gate. This will make it so anybody wandering by will actually have something to dig their teeth into, and give them the sense that they can expect more if they subscribe. Also, images are your friend. If your content is mostly text-based, commission someone to make some art for your page, as it’s SO MUCH EASIER to attract attention with pretty pictures than fancy words. Especially since you’re doing an AU, make sure you have very solid “about” and “archive” sections, so people know what they’re getting into right off the bat. Nothing is more annoying than a cool fan project with a flashy site… that you can’t navigate well. Also, don’t be afraid to link and tag your stuff! I’m terrible at this myself, but especially starting out, effective tagging of your work maybe the only way people can find you. Fan work benefits enormously from this, as the characters’ names are constantly being searched by fans. 

For direct self-promotion, if the page doesn’t get off the ground on its own, you could try submitting to fan spotlight sections at community news outlets like TSSZ and The Sonic Stadium, as well as some Youtube channels (Tails Channel is all I got off the top of my head, I’m bad a youtube sorry). If there’s any forums you’re active/trusted in, hop on there and make a thread. Lots of forums often have open threads for newcomers, too. God, are fan-forums still a thing really? Is it all Discord groups now?? When did I get so old??? 

Once you get going, you can also politely ask community members you like if they’d be willing to reblog or plug some of your content, or if they’d be interested in doing a collaboration with you. I recommend collaboration over just asking for reblogs. If you’ve got money to burn, commissioning artists to draw your AU character versions is also a great way to get some attention, and also build professional rapport. 

On a less-fun note, also think about the actual theme of your project. If it’s focused on a niche element of the canon or is primarily focused around original characters, it’s going to be harder to attract readers. I’m not necessarily saying you should change what you’re doing, just to be aware of it when you’re going in so it’s not an unpleasant surprise later (I lucked out with GOTF because even though it’s got a strange premise it’s still got Sonic front and center for most of the story… I didn’t realize how much this helped until years after I started).

Of course, after all this, I’ll heartily warn you that starting a fan-project with attention as your main priority is a recipe for pain. I’m pretty chill about pageviews and subscriber counts, and I still end up hating myself sometimes because I’m not the Cool New Thing and I never will be. Make sure you’re doing it for the love of the idea and the process, because that’s what’ll keep you going in the long run!

EPISODE 100! [confetti] 

Tragically, this episode is composed of The Part With The Shitty Duel, The Part With Some Morons and The Part With The Tragic Retrospective Of Two Orphans’ Childhood so it’s not … celebratory. The latter part will form its own recap, so let’s plunge right in to The Part With The Shitty Duel!

OH SHUT THE FUCK UP SEAMONKEYHEAD you know what I can’t do this [thud, footsteps, sound of microphone being disconnected]

[static]

Let’s plunge right on in to The Part With Some Morons!

Having successfully (somehow) demolished a STONE WALL with a FUCKING AXE, they are shocked – SHOCKED! – to discover that they haven’t just breached a wall of the giant submarine they’re on and drowned themselves and everyone else in an energetic fit of petulance.

So they come up with Plan B.

Ugh, come on, guys, it’s a VAST and UNKNOWABLE expanse, limited only by the digital imagination of a genius whose had a decade with nothing better to do than design his infinite virtual playground, she could be literally anywhere in a world that’s conceivably orders of magnitude greater than the actual Earth itself, how could you POSSIBLY hope to–

oh.

there she is.

And she’s in TROUBLE! Time for a reasonable solution to this–

oh.

or that.

Welp, at any rate, that was a frankly unbelievable feat of both strength and bravery, that any idiot with currently-functional eyes couldn’t help but be awed by so at least Honda can enjoy Shizuka’s gratitude–

oh.

okay fine.

These idiots are just tOO STUPID, even the duel has to be better than this, let’s go see how that’s getting on…

COME THE FUCK ON WHY DOES THIS LIZARD HAVE HAIR AND MOTHERFUCKING NIPPLES I SWEAR TO GO YOU SHIT-FUCKING BASTARDS DON’T EVEN FUCKING DRAW NIPPLES ON THE ACTUAL GODFORSAKEN SHITTING HUMANS WHO ARE LEST WE EVEN MOMENTARILY FORGET MAMMALS WHICH ARE LITERALLY FUCKING DEFINED BY THE PRESENCE OF FUCKING NIPPLES WHY IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS TOUCHED BY GOD’S BLESSED SUNLIGHT WOULD THIS FUCKING SHITFUCKING MOTHERFUCKING FUCKFUCKING LIZARD HAVE THEM?????

up is down, black is white,

AAAAAAAAAARGHNOITISN’T

okay

okay

look

so far, two things have happened in this duel. hard to believe, I know. one) Yami attacked but his attack rebounded on him due to the Deck Master ability of Seamonkey Fashionmodel and two) SF took damage but because of taking damage was able to summon a card from his hand

he gets a similar lineup of monsters out on the field again

and Yami. I swear to god. Flashes back. To. Both. BOTH. these events. They JUST HAPPENED. both of them. They’re ALL that happened. Both. 

help.

Seamonkey conversationally says he’d quite like to see what Kuriboh’s effect as a Deck Master is, then immediately disses him and says he’s shit anyway

“I didn’t WANT you, but I believe in you. I guess. Now that you’re here. Look, I’m being polite.”

It is sweet that Yami’s so supportive. He has, so far, less than no reason to be.

THIS GUY

IS THE WORST. I HATE HIM. AND I AM INCREASINGLY SURE HE’S JUST MAKING THIS SHIT UP BECAUSE I CAN’T FIND SOURCES FOR ANY OF THESE FUCKING QUOTES. 

that last one might be a mangling of Sun Tzu 

YOU SAID IT BABE

Yami weighs up his options, knowing if he attacks, Seamonkey is likely to rebound his attack on him again, but will sacrifice two Monsters to do it

ANY risk is a risk you’re willing to take to get an advantage, you mad yoke you

and sure enough

And it doesn’t even WORK because that fucker immediately sacrifices his OTHER Monster to summon two more smaller Monsters, which I am like 90% sure is cheating cause it’s DEFINITELY still Yami’s turn but the 10% covers “this game has no rules, so therefore it’s not technically possible to ever cheat”

Whenever Yami takes damage, it is, of course ~REAL DAMAGE~. sort of. like it HURTS but it doesn’t actually CLEAVE HIM IN TWAIN or anything. which makes it different than a Normal Duel. did I say “”different””? silly me, i meant exactly the goddamn same as every goddamn duel ever.

Yugi, probably: YOUR body? excuse me!

There’s a decent joke I can make here but it hinges on knowledge of the long-running advertising campaign in the early noughties for an Irish brand of flavoured concentrated juice. If you know what I’m talking about, you know the joke I could make. If you don’t, you wouldn’t anyway.

ANYWAY, yer man points out that even without losing the duel, if Yami succumbs to the pain…

I think this is supposed to scare him, but Yami - who does not have what you would call a normal relationship with the physical body he intermittently inhabits nor with pain - instead goes “oh my god, he’s right, someone playing a duel like this could be overwhelmed with pain and suffering …. I NEED TO GET TO MY FRIENDS TO PREVENT THAT FROM HAPPENING TO THEM”

“but it’s currently happening to you. right now.”

“oh, is it? um … ouch?”

Although Yami appears not to care about his potentially imminent death except for how it might affect his friend-rescuing plans, Seamonkey McMurderface points out that it was always inevitable

Kuriboh, probably, judging by that expression: squeak squeak squeak! 

[translation: come over here and say that to my face, motherfucker, I’ll fuckin cut you, bitch]

anonymous asked:

Have you seen the head cannon where Kiri is the dragon Blasty has in the new bnha ending? (Love your work btw)

That’s kinda hard to miss, is it? Everyone and their grandmothers are making fanworks for it haha which I’ll be forever grateful for, actually, dragons are my #1 weakness and the more dragon!Kiri I have the happier I am (best version of it I’ve seen yet is syb’s but lbr she’s my fav artist and I’m weak) (also requirings has an ongoing comic series with those premises!!!! I’m living for it)

Anon said: Hey I loveeeeeeee your bnha fusion au and I was wondering if bakugou and midoriya’s fusion is so unstable why do they even fuse in the first place? Sorry for bothering and thank you for being so great!!!

I mentioned this in the tags under that specific post already, but I guess repeating it won’t hurt, so! It happened during the End of Term Exam! (this is gonna be spoiler if you’re only watching the anime) All Might put them in the position where they ended up being forced to try, but it lasted less than 30 seconds before they broke apart - to set in somewhere in the canon exam… after Deku pulled Bakugou away but before their combined attack. Like, when they were coming up with a strategy to take All Might out they first tried fusing, but it just didn’t work and their time was too limited to try and force it.

Anyway if they were to try again now they’d probably last way longer, but at this point neither of them has felt the need to give it a try just yet haha 

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A small point to make, or maybe it’s a large one.

Since there has been such a dust-up on my page of late, I feel it important to say something. This is not directed at any specific person, and is something I have said before, but I will make the point again now, for a slightly shifted audience.

I claim to be a non-human species. I claim that I have been hidden among you for centuries. I claim that I don’t think of things the same way as you. I can only assume this because I watch your reactions and they do not mirror my own. I claim all this, and largely most of the people who come here, overlook it. One of two things happens then: they immediately think “This is more of the same” and ignore me, or they peruse around and engage me in some way, minimal or overt. If they ignore me, they are gone. If they engage me, that engagement takes a number of paths. And on and on the tree divides in the mathematical haziness that staggers me whenever I try to reconcile Quantum and Classical mechanics.

But my position is always the same, and it is a difficult one. I have done it to myself, I know. You don’t need to say it. But allow me, if you will (and I assume you will since you are something of a captive audience and appear to still be reading) to point out the complexities of that position.

I am either instantly barraged with questions, accused of being a fraud, mocked, or in the smallest of the cases to date, treated with a careful kind of distance. So how should I respond? How can I when at any point the person addressing me can simply say “This person is insane” and walk away? That is always the last resort, but many make use of it.

How do I respond?

If I speak too plainly, I am accused of not being “old”. If I speak in my normal fashion, I am told it is “put on”. If I adapt, I am accused of being too young to be real, if I don’t I am told I ought to be able to with my age and experience. If I say I’d rather not answer a question, I am accused of committing a lie through omission. If I answer a question I am told “You have an answer for everything”. If I defend myself I am told “An old creature wouldn’t care”. If I don’t, I am told “A thing like you would kill him for saying that.” If I evince a sense of humor, I am criticized for the type and form of it. If I profess a flat and stoic tone, I am told that I am sarcastic ass. If I am too intelligent it is “Lofty and condescending”. If I am demur I am “too gentle”. If I use technology adeptly, I am of the new era, and if Siri sees fit to be the agent of the demonic she actually is to one without fingerprints or a voice that makes sense, I am ignorant for my typos. If my friends defend me I must be a bastard, but if they don’t I must have no friends. If I take any poetic license I am betraying the truth, and if I don’t i am boring. If I apologize, I am too weak, and if I do not I am rude. If I profess appreciation for any one thing it is deemed either too young or too old to be appealing to someone like me. If I say I appreciate age, I must be old, and if I appreciate youth, I must be a defending my immaturity. If I admire beauty, I am a sexual predator. If I profess a love for ugliness, it must be because I am trying to be a “Vampire RPG”. If I tell a story, even from several hundred years ago, and have a moment of fuzziness on detail, I am accused of lying. If I tell specific details, I have researched it. If i refer to all that i have written on the subject - hundreds of thousands of words - I am looking for money and it is “conveniently locked behind an app download”, if I don’t refer to it, I am luring people into conversation. If I claim pronouns, i am told they are wrong, if I don’t they are still wrong. If i describe what I am, I am told this is impossible, but if I don’t, I am “making it up as I go along”. If I say my actions speak for themselves, I am told it isn’t enough proof, and if I say I don’t care what is thought of me, I am asked why i don’t simply compromise my body and offer proof. If I mourn a human life, I am an imbecile who betrays his purported state of being in an effort to garner attention. If I do not, I am a heartless monster.

I have no defenses. I can say absolutely nothing. All that I am is phrased in terms of your thoughts, not mine. Your words, not mine, because I don’t really have words. I make mistakes. All the time. I make them largely when I try to put myself in your shoes, because I’ve no idea what that even means. I always apologize for them, because I know that that is the right thing to do. In my own framework of who I have decided I will be.

Why am I here? On Tumblr, I mean. Why am I bothering with the internet? That isn’t something an ancient would do! But if I ignore that it exists and carry on in the old ways, I haven’t the accurate sense of how the world changes and moves that god gave an immortal.

And on and on.

But why am I here? The same thing that trips me up is the thing that also gives me one of my chief forms of happiness.

For a very long time, I have been me, cooped up and solitary. I have said nothing of myself except when it was convenient. I have come under attack in my past many times for being different, when all I really wanted was to be treated as an equal or at the very least, like a person. Here on the internet, I am able to say what I am, because if you like me, you are at least civil, and if you despise me, I am simply an oddity you curse and then forget. If I am useful, I am a friend, and if I am not, I am a minor night’s inconvenience. If I become annoyed with you and look around at the room with my mouth hanging open and my hands to the sky, I am someone to whom you toss an emoji, or…I am someone you block and call names.

I have no options left to me. Someone tonight told me that I could have handled my recent altercation with grace, but hadn’t. Grace? To me it was simple - I was accused of something that to me is a crime. I did not perceive how that accusation could be made in fairness. I protested. This was evidently not something an ancient would do. A picture was taken of my conversation and without any context, posted to the world with that accusation. I responded in a very medieval reaction like unto the papacy and put up the entire conversation, for good or ill and whatever honest and sensible critique may come my way. This is also, obviously (yes, that was sarcasm) not something an ancient would do to “one teenage girl on the internet”, but to me it is not that simple. When a misunderstanding evolves into something that reflects negatively on all those who advocate for me and represent me, it is more than fitting to utterly denounce and put down all opposition with the presentation of fact. That is, to my mind, what I did, but an ancient would “choose his battles”.

I have fought in many battles, the last of which was during the French-Indian War. I decided then and there that I wanted nothing more to do with battle, because to me strategy was a lovely idea until it was written down in history with blood. My battles have all been smashing, crushing, hacking, and piercing. There has been nothing graceful about them. Nothing polished. There has been nothing to learn, except that I hate everything like that and want nothing to do with it. But that must be my youth talking, or perhaps my age. Perhaps that particular distinction is irrelevant.

I am rambling. My point was a simple one. Let me come back round to it. You have rights to me. I gave them to you. I told you that you may probe. I laid my avowals in front of an audience I knew might be critical. I “put myself out there” as they say now. I now have not a single possible argument I can make for my existence, except to put the information before you and say “Do with it what you please”. I am not allowed to converse with you, because that makes this unscientific, but if I refuse to converse, I am a con-artist. Each man assumes anything I say must be directed at him specifically, but if I tell him I converse with hundreds a week, that is prideful and boastful of me.

This is a limbo. A purgatory. I like it here, make no mistake, or I would not be here. I can be a sinner and play a saint or vice versa and no one can touch me for it, however, it is still a helpless state. But now, I’m not sure if saying this will have people telling me I am too sensitive, or not sensitive enough, childish and whiny, or not tortured enough, sensible and rational, or completely mad.

And these are all distinctions you will make about me, in which I may not participate.

I am in an odd position because of what I claim to be. The only thing that has worked (and possibly that will work) is to simply say, I will answer questions that seem honest and are put to me in a polite form. I will avoid speaking to new people as this causes conflicts. I will not put on any more competitions. I will avoid close personal relationships or interactions, and I will avoid the temptation to feel safe here.

This will still incur wrath from people calling me an elitist, a snob, a LARPer (whatever that is {I know what it is but still have no idea how it works}), and possibly a fascist for dictating how people should approach me, even though all of you do it almost daily.

I am either an idiot or an insensitive liar for claiming person-hood, or brittle and two dimensional if I do not. And some of you will say, “Oh, it’s alright.” and some will say “Why do you care what people think of you?”

Well, it is either because I like you or because I’m an idiot. I really can’t tell which at this point.

Her Favorite Criminal:Chapter 3

Her jacket was on his couch in a messy heap. She had tossed it there carelessly minutes earlier along with her holster. She wouldn’t need it now. Kagami’s hands were on her shoulders, rubbing circles into her flesh, tracing the pattern of her muscles further down her back.

Sakura felt the sight leave her lips before she knew what she was doing. She bit back the moan and closed her eyes, content to let her former partner use his hands on her body however he saw fit. She trusted him for this, even as his hands edged deeper and deeper.

Her teeth locked onto her lower lip and stayed there, holding back the moan she wanted to let go. This was all she wanted. No more reports, no more work, just…fun.

“That’s enough uncle, you’re making it gross.”

Kagami looked up from Sakura’s back and smirked. “You’re jealous you don’t get these anymore, or do you wish you were the one who actually knew how to perform a halfway decent massage on our favorite Sakura blossom.”

Sakura looked up from her folded arms and glared over her shoulder at Kagami. “Who said you could stop? I still have knots.”

“As you wish, princess,” the older Uchiha laughed before kissing the back of her head.

Shisui scowled, but made room on a spare chair for himself as he resolved to stay with Sakura while his uncle teased him mercilessly. It was so easy to misinterpret those sounds she made from his office and it drove him insane if left up to his imagination.

“You shouldn’t even still be here, Sakura,” Shisui began, convinced to not make his presence in her room weird. “You’ve been working double shifts with Sasuke, boy wonder, just because he has issues compensating for something.”

Sakura didn’t look up from her arms when she replied. “I don’t mind.”

“I mind. Does he not care what he’s doing to your health?”

“Shisui, I’m on the police force, my health is not a primary concern, otherwise I would have been a secretary.”

Kagami made a dismissive sound behind her as he found a knot and worked it over. Sakura bit her lip and kept her head down as the pressure turned nearly uncomfortable.

“My most favorite nephew is right, you’re overworked. And I know you don’t want anyone taking it easy on you because you are a girl, there’s only so much you can do with a human body, regardless of sex or gender. You’re going to need a break sooner or later.”

“Are you lecturing Sasuke like this?”

Shisui snorted. “No one here cares about that prick enough. We’re happy enough to let him learn the hard way the importance of taking a rest every now and then. I just don’t want to see him drag you down with him. I think even Itachi would kill him if you got hurt because of Sasuke’s stubbornness.”

“I’m resting and relaxing now, aren’t I?”

Kagami huffed angrily, pausing in his work. “A ten minute tune up with me is no such thing. I’m not even using any of my oils or proper treatments. You said you wanted something quick.”

“We’re getting briefed at noon.”

“You just got off the night owl shift.”

Sakura yawned into her arms before looking up at Shisui’s shocked expression. “Don’t look so surprised. I’ve known you to pull a triple every now and then. Besides, after the brief I’m heading home as soon as Obito gives his presentation.”  

“Speaking of Sasuke…where is he?” Kagami asked.

Sakura murmured something that sounded like ‘I don’t know’ into her arms before lifting her head. “It’s my time to summarize a brief for our team. He went home.”

“What the fuck is wrong with him?” Shisui hissed, nearly standing up in his anger. “How does he rate? You were both at the last briefing.”

“Yeah, it was his turn, but it was about a case I was angling so I wanted to be there to hear it for myself. He takes the worst notes.”

“So, because he does a shit job you end up covering extra slack,” Shisui dryly summarized, looking ready to throttle his younger cousin the next time they met.

There were few people that could get Shisui so genuinely annoyed as quickly as Sasuke Uchiha. Not only was he a pretentious child that annoyed Shisui whenever he came over to play with Itachi, but Sasuke also had the stupidly good fortune of securing Sakura freaking Haruno as a partner.

The fact that she had feelings for him was little less than secret as far as eligible Uchiha men were concerned. The fact that Sasuke didn’t return the feelings made a lot of other Uchiha feel like Sasuke was making a waste out of his good fate. Shisui was inclined to think something more along the lines of it all being fine in the end. It was Sasuke’s choice, and his decision to squander the girl’s affection did nothing but make it easier for someone else to come in and look impressive. 

Since last year’s undercover wedding operation it seemed like any potential romance between the two of them was improbable and Shisui felt inclined to not encourage Sakura’s feelings any more if Sasuke passed up on indulging her. Thankfully, Sakura seemed to recover with time.

Sasuke did a lot of annoying things, but the worst was how little he seemed to notice Sakura’s needs or value the contributions he took for granted from her. He even forgot her birthday last year. They had been practically raised together and he still missed her birthday.

“If you need to, you could always partner up with me again,” Kagami chuckled. “I’m sure Obito wouldn’t mind the extra company.”

“How is Obito doing? I haven’t seen him recently. If you think I’m burning the candle at both ends you need to take a second look at that guy.”

“Hmm, one of his informants, a PI has been having some pretty nasty breaks. Great for us, terrible for the PI and his six recovering gunshot wounds.”

Sakura hissed, reminding herself to send flowers to Kakashi. The old goat refused to die, but she worried nevertheless. Being a former officer, he was a quick wit with minor difficulties in respecting chains of authority. The PI gig was pretty recent.

“Who’s in the hallway?” Sakura mumbled.

Kagami paused on her back and Shisui sat up, hearing the running feet as well. Seconds later one of the younger officers staggered in. “The briefing just got moved up, there’s been a development!”

“What sort?” Shisui asked, already standing.

The younger officer stammered before reaching into his pocket and pulling out the crumpled sticky note. “Something about a Kabuto sighting.”

Kagami felt Sakura jerk under him and wanted nothing more than to force her down and make her sleep, because he knew once she heard that name there was nothing that could hold her back. He held onto her as she sat up and glared like some mythic demon.

“Where?” she demanded in a low growl.

“L-local.”

Sakura pushed Kagami off and reached for her holster and jacket. There was no way she was going to rest now that she’s heard that name.

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anonymous asked:

Your gaston pregnancy imagine is amazing. I was wondering if you would be able to do like a follow up to the labor or something like that. Im not very good at requesting things. (I also don't know the rules of your blog so if your inbox is closed feel free to ignore this)

My inbox is open from now into the foreseeable future!! Don’t be shy to drop on by, honestly, this request is fantastic because I just so happen to have had requests that could be in a certain order- i.e. The last one was Reader telling Gaston that she’s pregnant, this one being Reader going into labor, and the next (which I will start on right after posting this) being a follow up to these two request! Unfortunately, all of them have been Anon, so I cannot thank you three (or one, if you’re a sneaky little devil who planned this) properly for these amazing asks- right around Mother’s Day too!

Word Count: Idk prolly around 1000

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“Gaston,” you repeat for the uptenth time that evening, attempting to shake your husband’s shoulder. Your nine-month, ready-to-burst, pregnant stomach kept you on your side as you slept, so you weren’t really able to move too much. Having your 200lbs husband sleeping with his arm wrapped securely around your aforementioned giant stomach really didn’t help much.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write an imagine where you (the reader) is belle and Adams daughter and she was kidnapped not long after she was born and years later (when she is like 15 or 16) they somehow find her or something I don't really mind how it ends as long as it isn't sad😂 I would really appreciate it and if you don't that's fine😁

Pairing: Belle x Adam + Daugher!Reader
Fandom: Disney ; Beauty and the Beast (2017)
Warnings: a bad family situation 

A/N: omg I loved this prompt so so so much!!!!! it’s fantastic and kinda reminded me a bit of tangled so the beginning is very tangled-y lol. I hope you enjoyed this! <3 (also, since I didn’t know how to tag it, I’ll add general lists to my fandoms page, where all the prompts go in which the reader isn’t shipped with anyone!)

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A child is the most precious thing a person can have.

Belle never understood the feeling, until she held you in her arms.

This little bundle of joy, with your beautiful (Y/E/C) eyes, looking up to your parents and then flashing them a toothless smile.

Belle and Adam swore that this was the happiest moment of their lives.

And then, that moment ended.

It was about four weeks later, when Adam got up in the morning to check on you only to find your crib empty.

They searched and searched but couldn’t find you. Not in the castle, not in the gardens, not in the village.

Today would’ve been your 16th birthday and they still had no idea how you vanished. They didn’t even know if you were still alive.

Something changed back then.

The happiness they had only just found all those years ago disappeared once more and everyone knew that it wouldn’t come back this time. Both of the parents too heartbroken over the loss of their daughter.

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anonymous asked:

i remember back when ppl were trying to frame sh@llura as amazing and progressive like "don't call it a boring het ship! interracial het couples are important!" but now that k@llura is seen as a possibility it's all "it's a boring forced heteronormative relationship" like... guess interracial het ships are only progressive when they don't get in the way of kl@nce lol.

antis don’t give a single shit about representation and being progressive, it’s only relevant when they tear others down. and the fact that they’d rather not have an interracial couple be canon just because it’s not theirs is, frankly, fucking disgusting.

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The Castlevania series, summarized in one sentence each
  • Castlevania: Go kill Dracula.
  • Simon's Quest: ["Pick up the pieces" by Average White Band begins playing]
  • Vampire Killer: Go kill Dracula's portrait painting.
  • Haunted Castle: Go kill Dracula because god dammit I just got married and it's a good thing I had this leather kilt and chain whip under my tuxedo.
  • The Castlevania Adventure: Go kill Dracula while wearing soggy boots.
  • Castlevania III: Invoke the power of friendship, but not more than once at a time.
  • Super Castlevania IV: Guess what? Dracula still needs killin', so get to it, buster! And don't spend too much time playing with the whip because you're on the clock. Chop chop!
  • Belmont's Revenge: Go kill Dracula and probably also your son because vampire hunter parenting is hard.
  • Rondo of Blood: Go kill Dracula as a 13-year-old girl, with doves and a cat, then tell him how disappointed you are and how big a meanie he is.
  • Dracula XX: It's way harder and you can't be a 13-year-old girl and throw cats at Dracula anymore but some people still like it, for....some reason?
  • Bloodlines: Go kill Bram Stoker's Dracula because there obviously can't have been more than one version of the story and they must all be connected, _riiiiiiight_?
  • Symphony of the Night: Who's the black magic priest that's a rez-machine to all the vamps? SHAFT! (You're damn right.)
  • Legends: Go kill Dracula and then have a baby with his son, so that baby can grow up to also kill Dracula (until you get written out of the timeline).
  • Castlevania 64: You're a Belmont except you're not, but you still act like a Belmont except when you don't, and also a little girl can go kill Dracula if you really want.
  • Legacy of Darkness: Aaaoooooo, Werewolves of London.
  • Chronicles: Go kill Dracula, now with leather fetish gear and rockin' red-pink hairdo.
  • Circle of the Moon: _Waaaahhhh_ I wanted the whip but you got it instead, not that it matters because Igarashi pretends none of this ever happened.
  • Harmony of Dissonance: We really, really just wanted to make Simon's Quest and Symphony of the Night again, and Igarashi has this weird thing about furniture.
  • Aria of Sorrow: YOUR SOUL IS MINE. [Mortal Kombat theme begins playing]
  • Lament of Innocence: So it turns out that generations of Belmonts have all essentially been wielding this one guy's dead wife for a thousand years or so, and nobody thought to question this until now? (also NATHAN SPENCER IS A BELMONT HEADCANON CONFIRMED)
  • Dawn of Sorrow: I'm Dracula! No, *I'm* Dracula! No, *neither* of you are Dracula now get in the car or nobody gets any ice cream!
  • Curse of Darkness: Y'know how Dracula has a huge army at his disposal? Go play as the guy that made those armies except he's not a bad guy anymore because reasons. Also more leather fetish stuff, because I guess someone enjoyed it the last couple times?
  • Order of Shadows: An obscure relative of the Belmont Clan goes and does the usual Belmont thing because for some reason people wanted to kill Dracula on a Java phone.
  • Portrait of Ruin: Go kill this other guy that isn't Dracula while a know-it-all schoolgirl tags along and slaps people with encyclopedias and sometimes turns you into a frog.
  • Portrait of Ruin alternative joke: Go kill not-Dracula and his not-daughters with the POWER OF FRIENDSHIP.
  • Dracula X Chronicles: We finally get the good Dracula X in English, except you have to play through a weird remake of it to unlock the good stuff.
  • Order of Ecclesia: Go kill Dracula by resurrecting Dracula with the thing that's supposed to kill Dracula, then using the thing that's supposed to resurrect Dracula to kill yourself in order to kill Dracula, then your best friend who's been trying to kill you the whole time takes the bullet because he secretly just wants to see you smile for him.
  • Judgment: Our timelines are completely fucked up, so let's fuck them up even more by having the personification of time summon a bunch of random Belmonts and make them fight each other.
  • Adventure Rebirth: We're so sorry that the Game Boy one sucked so much, so here's an apology...about 19 years later.
  • Castlevania Puzzle: People really wanted Symphony of the Night on phones, so we took Super Puzzle Fighter 2 Turbo and threw Alucard into it because iPhone users won't care.
  • Harmony of Despair: Left 4 Dead is really popular guys, and people really want a high-def Castlevania game, so let's take the DS games, throw co-op into them, and let the player zoom out to see the whole castle at once because that's not totally unplayable or anything.
  • Lords of Shadow: God of Whip: Chains of Belmont.
  • Lords of Shadow alt joke: What a horrible night to have a quick-time event.
  • Lords of Shadow alt-alt joke: A glorious waste of Sir Patrick Stewart, and oops I guess you're actually Dracula.
  • Mirror of Fate: People really wanted another classic-style Castlevania so we said "to hell with them" and made the one nobody liked into a 2D game like nobody could tell the difference.
  • Lords of Shadow 2: Castlevania and Metal Gear had a baby and this is exactly why inbreeding is illegal in most states.
  • Resurrection: We really wish Sonya Belmont was canon, guys. Also another Belmont with a gun.
  • Kid Dracula: Go kill Dracula. Oh wait, YOU'RE Dracula. Go kill Galamoth.
  • Wai Wai World: A superhero, a scantily clad robot girl, a samurai, a pipe-wielding ninja bandit, a Moai head, King Kong, and Mikey from The Goonies join Simon Belmont to go kill...uh...something?
  • Wai Wai World 2: Simon Belmont joins a machine-gun-wielding mercenary and a baby (among others) to go kill more shit.