i don't really know what i was trying to do but yeh


Where Harry has been forced to choose between two of the things that mean the world to him.

He didn’t want to do it.

He really didn’t. But it wasn’t like he had a choice. All he wanted was a good relationship, and he had been fortunate to find a girl that he absolutely adored. Luckily enough, she loved him back just as much, if not more.

Harry knew that she was the best thing that had ever happened to him in his life. He wasn’t ready to let her go, he wasn’t ready to let his happiness slip right out of his hands.

As he entered the house, her sweet aura welcomed him. Her lingering smell made him want to just back down. But he couldn’t do it. He couldn’t risk destroying his best friend’s carrier, even if it meant ending his own happiness.

“Harry, is that you?”

Her soft, velvety voice rang in his ears. He heard small feet running down the stairs, and soon the love of his life came running into his arms. He held her tight, afraid that this could be the last time he would be able to feel her warmth, to feel her tucked into the safe haven of his arms. Oh how he would miss coming home to this. He knew that without her, it would be just a simple house. Her loving presence made it feel like home.
She was home.
His home.

She wasn’t the prettiest girl in the world. No, not even close. She didn’t have the most beautiful eyes, the prettiest smile, the perfect laugh; she wasn’t perfect, but she meant everything to him. Her flaws were what made her so unique, so perfect for him. He knew he could never find love like her again. She was his everything. But the cruel world just wouldn’t let them be together.

Tears blurred his eyes at the thought of losing his wonderful fiancé. The one he ‘oh-so-perfectly’ promised to spend his life with. The one with whom he made all plans to marry, have children, and grow old together.

He remembered when they started dating. She was so shy at first, blushing at every compliment, trying to hide from his intense gaze; he thought it was the most adorable sight he had ever seen.

He knew that she was nervous, but so was he. The both of them felt something about each other that they hadn’t felt with anyone else before. After 2 years of dating, they had become the best of friends. They could talk and talk for hours on end about anything and everything under the sun. They were there for each other in every condition, with warm cuddles and kisses.

He remembered the night he proposed, it was their 2nd anniversary and he had taken her to the place where they had had their first date. He remembered being nervous about asking her, but just looking at her made it better. He remembered the way he professed his love for her, then asked her to be his forever, officially. He remembered how she had jumped in his arms, crying and screaming, “Yes”. It was one of the best nights of their lives.

As strange as it sounded, the both of them had never really had a fight. They had silly little arguments here and there, but nothing too serious. They were both mature and understood other’s feelings. He loved her all the more for that.

But now, all that was about to end.
In just a few minutes, his world was going to come crashing down.

“You don’t seem alright, Harry. Are you okay?”

She asked, her expression showing pure worry and concern as she cupped his face in her petite hands.

“Baby, I-I have to talk to yeh.” he said, using all his strength. He shouldn’t have called her that. He should be trying to break up with her, but that term of endearment had stuck with them throughout their relationship. The first time he called her that, she was lying with her head in his lap, and on hearing the words, she had looked up at him, with her eyes sparkling with happiness. The way she reacted to his words was something that he could never forget.

God knows how difficult it was for him. It was one of the hardest things for him to do, knowing what was coming next.

“Sure. Let’s go inside and sit, yeah?”
she said, worried about what could be bothering her fiancé.
He rarely ever came home in a bad mood. There were some times when he was fed up with his life, or maybe when he had had a bad performance. But this, this was something absolutely new. And she didn’t know what to do. All she wanted was for him to smile that radiant smile of his that made the entire world swoon at his feet.

He reluctantly followed behind her, watching her beauty from behind. Her long hair looked gorgeous as it spread around her shoulders. Her hand holding his, him holding it even tighter as he realized that this could possibly be the last time he’d be able to envelope her small and feminine hands in his.

As they reached the living room and Y/N bent to sit down on the couch, he tugged at her hand, keeping her from sitting down. Worry once again covered her expressions as she looked at her fiancé, his eyes already watered because of what was coming next.

“What’s wrong, Haz?”
she asked, her voice like music to his ears.

Others may think that he was too obsessed, but the truth was that he had just fallen too deep in love. He loved the beauty in front of him with every part of him, and knowing what he was going to do next, broke his heart into a million little pieces.

“Y/N, we-we can’t do this anymore.” he said, his voice merely coming out as a whisper.

Tears immediately sprang to her eyes as she felt her heart stop. It was like the ground slipped away from her feet. The pain she felt almost seemed physical. She could feel her chest hurt. Never in a million years would she have imagined her fiancé to come and say this. He had asked her to marry him after all, every day he told her that he loved her, that she was his world. So where did this come from?

Despite the words leaving his mouth, his eyes showed pure misery and pain, begging her not to believe what he was saying. She was confused, hurt, angry, stunned, but most of all, she was broken. They were so happy together, then why was he suddenly doing this?

Harry tried to hold his tears back, assembling himself before saying:
“Y/N, look, I don’t think we can be together anymo-”

“Harry please! What’s happening to you? You were perfectly alright till yesterday! Why are you doing this to me? To us? We’ll make it work. We’ve made it work for the last two years! You even asked me to marry you! I love you, why are you doing this?” Fawn said, her last words coming out in a whisper, as tears ran down her face, crying heartbreakingly.

And that was all it took for Harry to break down. Right then and there, in her arms. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, promising himself to never let go of the best thing that had ever been his.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. They-they threatened me that they’ll end the contract with the band if I didn’t break it off with you. I couldn’t do it baby, i couldn’t risk the other guys’ career because of me. It killed me to do this to you. But now, I promise that I’ll fight against them.” he was sobbing by the end, his words coming out in a rush, before Y/N wrapped herself around him, her head on his shoulder as she said:

“We’ll fight against them. Against the world, together.
All of the rumours,
All of the fights;
We’ll find a way to make it out alive.”

Harry squeezed her tightly as he thanked God for the perfection in front of him. He couldn’t imagine what he would’ve done if she wasn’t there anymore, he nuzzled his face in her hair, holding onto her with all of his might. Y/N soothingly ran her hands through his hair, a few tears making their way down her face.

“Shhh, it’s alright, I’m here. I love you.”

“I love you too, so, so much.” he cried. “Please don’t leave me pet, ever.”

“I could never leave you, Harry. I love you too much.” Y/N replied.
And there they both stood, in each other’s arms, promising to never leave the other alone. And there was nothing anyone could do to break them apart as they both stood together.

Two against the world, they were the winners.

Their love was the winner.

anonymous asked:

i'd show him that i don't appreciate his teasing with this outfit. i'd be kind of ignoring him a bit through out dinner, seeming very interested in a conversation when all i'm really concentrating on is how to tease him back. i would bite my lip A LOT, maybe pop open a button of my shirt, play all innocent. and lastly i would make my way to the toilet but would make sure to 'accidently' bump him with my hips, so he'd come after me hissing through his teeth: 'i know what you are trying to do' x

And he’d have you pressed up against the door of the posh toilet, growling in your ear, “Why can’t yeh ever be a good girl fo’ me when we’re out?”

And you’d push back against him, your bum pressing into the thick, needy bulge straining against his trousers as his hands carelessly rip open the remaining buttons on your blouse. “Why can’t you wear more opaque clothing? I can’t possibly be held responsible for my actions when you can’t be bothered to cover your nips when we’re out.”

And the coolness of the door mixes with the warmth of his touch, bringing your whole body to life, as his hands free your heavy breasts from the confines of your bra. “S’that what this is about?” His teeth are bared, voice low, as he nips at your ear. 

And his fingers massage and pull at your nipples, sending shivers down your spine and wetness down your thighs. You reach back to steady yourself by grasping his hip, but instead your hands find his still-sheathed, aching cock and give a firm squeeze. “It’s what it was about.” Your answer is hardly an answer, but a moan as he begins working up the hem of your skirt. 

And he’s got your ass out, enjoying the way your thong cuts and frames your delicate flesh. He runs his hands over the swell of your curves, priming his canvas before laying a few, stinging swats to your bare flesh. Your skin is on fire, save for the cool indents left by his rings. 

“Let Daddy show you what it’s about now.” 

anonymous asked:

Hello I love your art and love the new kiribaku kids. I did research on mako sharks and it said "The shortfin mako is on record as the fastest-swimming shark, capable of bursts of speed up to 18.8 metres per second (42 mph)." Its jaw is powerful enough to eat swordfish and sea turtles. And "Like other lamnid sharks, the shortfin mako shark has a heat-exchange circulatory system that allows the shark to be 7-10 °F warmer than the surrounding water. ". So I think mako would be an excellent hero

Never said she won’t be! As I’ve already explained tho the concept is that she’s young and most of he quirk-related abilities just haven’t developed yet - if she’d been living with her biological parents (which means, other people with a shark quirk) they would have already known what to expect from the quirk/she would have knows watching them, but as things stand she’s being raised by two people who’ve never known anyone else with that quirk, so they’re going at it completely blind. As far as Bakugou and Kirishima know her quirk’s abilities could stop at what she has now, but that doesn’t change that they’ll do their best to help her become the best hero of her generation, if that’s what she wants

Anon said: I can’t believe the KiriBaku kids are literally Sharkgirl and Lavaboy, it’s very cute. I also wanna say that Mako looks very much like one of the student from Ketsubutsu Academy, Nakagame Tatami, who has a “turtle quirk”. Could it be that Mako is Tatami’s biological kid and that when Tatami died (presumably from battle) Mako got adopted? Their quirks are a little similar (water-animal based), and hero’s kids usually have very strong quirks even from a young age. Just a theory, love the kids tho!

I know you didn’t mean anything bad by this and I love how into them you are (thank you for liking them!) but please never, ever tell an artist that their OCs are literally some other characters, that’s the worst thing any creator can ever be told. Like, while I don’t exactly mind it since I knew this would happen even before posting them (as I said, I do know they remind of them - even though Tai’s quirk isn’t only about heating things up - and I’m still of the opinion that Kiri and Baku are pretty damn similar to Sharkboy and Lavagirl themselves so kids inspired by them were bound to remind of them, when coming from me) you might in the future find someone who’ll take it bad enough that they’ll just trash the characters and never work with them ever again, which I’m sure you don’t want

Just, mind your words next time you send this sort of asks, okay?

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anonymous asked:

Do u know of any langst in the official voltron comics?

hey there! as of now, I’ve only read the first volume of the vld comics (which consists in five issues), so I can’t say about the second volume (even if only two issues have been published, i think?), but issue #3 is centered on lance (it’s literally narrated by him, which is hilarious) and i’m probably reaching but there is a little self doubt in there, masked by his overly confident cockiness- what i get from his narration is that he’s very well aware of his weaknesses, soooo [clutches chest]
also, my beautiful son gets some well needed praise in those (plus keith’s fond smiles and the legendary “Jealousy, thy name is Keith”).
To note, in matter of langst, in issue #4 there’s this (comic spoilers ahead, you’ve been warned)

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"I don't want to let go"

Hey my lovelies

This is another request, I’m so happy that I’m finally getting request from all you lovely people. I really hope you enjoy this one.

Summary: you and Dylan are parents and your dropping your daughter off to school and he’s to scared to let go

You rush about checking your pockets looking for your car keys. You sigh as you look everywhere and find out they were sitting right in front of your face on the kitchen table. You grab your keys and shout up to Dylan

“Come on Dyl, we need to go” you shout up as you grab your bag and your daughters jacket from the front door. You hear Dylan and your beautiful daughter running down the stairs giggling and laughing. You feel your heart swell up as your see how lucky you really are to have a perfect family.

“You ready for your first day Charlotte?” You ask your daughter has you put her coat on and her little hat as it was cold outside.

“Yayyy come on mommy,daddy lets go” she says as she tugs on your leg and was eager to get out of the house and start her first day at school. You laugh as she dances about waiting for you to open the door. You look over to your husband Dylan to see a tear roll down his cheek. You rush over to him and wipe the little tear away and whisper to him.

“What’s wrong Dyl?” You say to him as he looks at your with his eyes watering. He sniffs and wipes his cheeks and answers you

“I just don’t want to let go, she’s my little princess and I don’t want to let her go out of arms I’m not ready for that yet (Y/N) say she doesn’t even want to go, say she just wants to stay home and play and watch movies and dress up” he says as he looks over to Charlotte as she tried to put her little bag on.

You smile at him and kiss his cheek,“she’s gonna be alright Dyl I promise as soon she comes home we can do all those things. I know she’s your little girl but your going to have to let her go at some point” he nods and kisses you and picks up Charlotte

“Okay lets go Charlotte,lets go for our first day at school.” He’s says as you walk out the door and head to the School

It was a noisy car ride with,l Charlottes favourite Disney songs playing on the radio and all of your singing along. You were sitting behind a red light just a few blocks away from the school when Dylan turns round to face Charlotte,“you don’t have to go honey if you don’t want to I can come in with you” he says, your heart melts as you see how over protective he is of his little girl Charlotte laughs, “don’t be silly daddy” she says as she starts to sing her song again. Dylan turns back round to face you and you whisper to him “She’s gonna be okay”

You finally get to the school and get out of the car to meet Dylan and Charlotte. He unbuckles her seatbelt and picks her up in his arms, “Your gonna be okay daddy’s gonna be here as soon as schools finished and we can go and get ice cream yeh?” He asks your daughter, she nods her head and Dylan puts her down you say your goodbye and she runs off into the school playground. You and Dylan tried to get into the car when he stops you over to him and see that he was looking into the playground in Charlottes direction and tried to walk over in her direction but you stop him.

(Y/N) what are you doing, she-she’s not moving" he says his voice shaking but he stops trying to move in grasp, you look back at Charlotte and see that she was running into the doors waving back at you and Dylan and disappeared behind the doors.

Dylan pulls your into a tight hug and whispers in your ear, “our little girl is all grown up”

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Okay, so earlier this day I read the latest chapter and instead of having my questions answered it just raised up more questions????? I didn’t try theorizing because tbh that’s not a field that I’m good at but I just wanted to share the questions that haunt me and if someone has answers I would really appreciate that

First of, who tf is our!ciel now??? Honestly, I thought that this chapter might answer this question but then Yana decides to fuck us up???

So if that’s real!Ciel I feel very conflicted rn, because what about our!Ciel??? What does this make him?? And what made him look so physically pained? What is their story and what happened between them?

As I continued really I hoped my question would be answered but then this slide happened

What exactly did Sebastian do to the real!Ciel??? What exactly even pushed our!Ciel to order Sebastian into doing something to his twin brother? Did real!Ciel possibly have something to do with how our!Ciel was treated? But then again, they were only kids how would they have understood? Also, how did the real!Ciel survive Sebastian’s ‘whatever it was’ that he had done to him and what exactly did he do to him? Because damn does someone look angryyyyy and like is he also possibly contracted with a demon? Because seriously… How did he survive??? Unless Sebastian really tried hiding something from our!Ciel but that couldn’t be it because Sebastian also looks confused and a bit surprised during this chapter also it’s already been said that Sebastian can’t lie to our!Ciel so I really dunno man

Also the fact that Tanaka knew what had happened

this makes me wonder just how much Tanaka knows about the whole situation and if he knows about Sebastian’s real nature and our!Ciel’s contract?




I mean for him to think like that his family must’ve treated him in a certain way right? And why was he chosen to be the spare?

Our!Ciel obviously went through a lot that tbh at this point I just want to see him happy at least once even if that’s when Sebastian has to take his soul I’m just that desperate atm

anonymous asked:

I know you probably are exhausted with the story line but could you maybe do a camping part 3? maybe their first time together? if you don't want to you don't have to!

I’ve got a soft spot for that little thing, because the one time I try to make something just sweet, and fluffy, and I practice such strength (literal, “DON’T DO IT” strength), everyone tempts me to give in, and hey, what can I say? Those two kids deserve to give in. So when I get requests like this and I was thinking of it, anyway…. Hope this works! x. 

Gentle reminder: requests are closed. This is one of the backlogged ones I’ve been sitting on and am now releasing. 

Part 1: http://permanentcross.tumblr.com/post/143909108748/could-you-pretty-please-write-something-where

Part 2: http://permanentcross.tumblr.com/post/142055499593/will-you-do-a-part-2-of-camping-it-was-so-cute

035. Camping Indoors

The two of you are standing in your kitchen, leaning against your sink with thoughtful, concerned looks.

“Maybe we should just forget it.”

Harry shakes his head forcefully. “That’s not it,” he insists. 

You chew your thumbnail and he automatically reaches over to pull it out of your mouth.

“Thanks,” you mutter, balling your thumb up in your fist. Still, though, you wonder. Trapped in the woods with a tent to share, there had been no choice but to confront each other, and with quarters so close….

You bite you lip, tasting his kisses and feeling his fingers inside of you.

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anonymous asked:

Deamuussssss "Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?"

137. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“Okay, next round’s on me.”

“Nonsense. We’re celebrating your and Harry’s engagement. The bride-to-be does not pay for drinks.”

“Fine, then everyone give me their money. I’m at least still fetching them.”

There was shuffling around the booth as everyone reached into their pockets for money, and after collecting the coins and everyones drink orders, Ginny went up to the bar.

“She’s a good blade, our Ginny,” Seamus said, draining the last of his pint.

“Yeah, she’s the best,” Harry replied dreamily, resting his chin on his arms as he looked over to where Ginny was trying to get the attention of the bartender.

“Yeh know, it’s a real good thing yeh called dibs on her,” Seamus continued, his words slurring slightly. “Otherwise I might be tryin’ teh marry her.”

At this, Dean snorted. “Okay, am I drunk or did you really just say that?”

“What?” replied Seamus, turning to his boyfriend and looking offended.

“You realize Ginny is a girl right?” Dean said, his voice amused. “And you’re bent as–”

“–a nine bob note, yeah yeah,” Seamus finished. “Listen, love can overcome all sorts of obstacles.”

“Is that right?”

“Just because yeh missed yehr shot with Ginny doesn’t mean there’s no hope for me.”

“You better consider yourself lucky I missed my shot with Ginny. Otherwise I wouldn’t have settled for your arse.”

Seamus grinned. “Yeah, that’s true.” He leaned over and gave Dean a kiss on the lips.

“Are you two done talking about stealing away my girlfriend?” Harry interjected. Dean broke away from Seamus.

“She’s your fiancée, mate. You better get used to saying it.”

“Hey, he’s got time,” Ron chimed in. Then, raising his voice so he could be heard across the room. “Oi, Gin! You gonna come back with those drinks before we have beards like Dumbledore?”

Ginny weaved her way through the crowd, levitating the drinks in front of her with her wand. “Careful, Ronald. Or these are going on your head.”

Despite her threat, Ginny simply lowered the drinks down on the table and everyone grabbed their orders.

“Speaking of beards,” said Neville casually, taking a sip of his Firewhisky, “would you like to hear about how Seamus wants you to be his?”

Kris has some trouble asking his (ex)wife Suho out on a date...
  • kris calling suho: hi my dear galaxy of mine
  • suho: ...
  • suho: what is it
  • kris: ooh don't tell me you're still mad at me?
  • suho slightly irritated: why did you call me
  • kris: well, next week i'm invited to the première of Ant Man in China, i can bring a guest as per usual. Does my dear Junmyeon want to join me to one a lovely trip to china and a great film afterwards?
  • suho: yea no
  • kris: what oh c'mone Suh-
  • suho getting really irritated: last time I was in china when u invited me and our son Tao over for a trip to Disneyland u chickened out. Do you know for how long I had to console Tao? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I HAD TO SPENT ON ICE CREAM AND SOUVENIRS??
  • kris: my dear galaxy of mine, I'm really sorry I had to film so long that day. But I swear my schedule is empty for next week.
  • suho: still no, y don't u go with you gf Fan Bing Bing eh?
  • kris: oh no she cant next week I asked she is in Ame-
  • kris hesitating: nonnonono dear galaxy of mine i didn't mean it like that i -
  • suho very irritated: don't u dare dear galaxy me. I need to go; Chanyeol is strangling Baekhyun again, I think he ate his food. I have so much work with these children, i still can't believe u left me alone with them. *hangs up*
  • kris: ... shit
  • ...
  • kris calling flower shop in Korea: hi yes, could u please sent 12 roses to the exo dorm pls, yeh for Suho. pls draw a lot of hearts on the card. yes, yes thank u v much.
  • ...
  • a few days later at the exo dorm suho receives 12 roses and calls kris:
  • kris very exited picks up the phone: hi dear galaxy of mine i guess this means u got the flowe-
  • suho: TWELVEE ??? U COULDN'T PICK A BETTER NUMBER COULD U *slams the phone down*
  • kris: ... fck
Boffinshield vs Mariocart
  • Alys: And of course cause everything is Boffinshield lately! BOFUR JUST CACKLING IN THE BACKGROUND REFUSING TO PICK UP A CONTROLLER
  • Lindz: Bofur is a backseat gamer
  • Alys: There's a shortcut jest there yeh know. OH THORIN HERE IT COMES THE BLUE SHELL O' DEATH
  • "ehehehehehehehe"
  • Alys: Then Bofur gets tired of them gaming, so starts attacking who ever's winning the most just like "C'mere love" -kissing along necks or pulling into his lap-
  • Lindz: It's probably bilbo
  • Lindz: "Bofur no no get off don't you-nooo nono hang on you bloody-"
  • Alys: "Yes yes love." He would probably just pick Bilbo up and carry him to the couch farthest from the television and just flop with him.
  • Alys: "This is much more entertainin than starin at cartoon characters."
  • Lindz: Thorin's cackling quietly to himself
  • Alys: "Well if yeh think of it another way, Thorin is definitely fallin' behind." -more nuzzles and kisses-
  • Alys: Pfft what if they have the wii equivalent version, Bilbor still trying to steer and nearly elbowing Bofur in the face as he's carried off
  • Lindz: Omg yes
  • Lindz: Angrily screeching
  • Lindz: Arms outstretched to try to keep the connection
  • Alys: Peering around Bofur and his stupid hat which is blocking him from seeing the screen
  • Alys: Bilbo is scary when he's competitive! XD
  • Lindz: He pretends hes above it all but thorins competitive attitude rubbed off
  • Lindz: When bilbo and bofur play against each other its way more chill
  • Lindz: If Thorin's involved shit gets intense
  • Alys: Oh definitely! Bofur just like making snarky commentary the entire time. "Oh look at that spin out! Peach never stood a chance!"
  • Alys: Bofur refuses to play with Thorin
  • Alys: He's of the opinion that if Thorin wants to get that riled up and competitive, he would far rather it be in bed
  • Lindz: Bilbo always plays thorin and says itll be chill but he gets caught up every damn time
  • Lindz: Until hours later bofur comes home to them yelling on the couch viciously playing
  • Lindz: Cushions everywhere
  • Alys: And he just sighs, and is constantly coming up with new ways to distract them
  • Lindz: Its way harder to distract thorin who is capable of just shoving Bofur to the floor
  • Lindz: And usually gets more legit angry while bilbo just gets louder
  • Alys: One time Bofur just comes in the door, sees that things have gotten out of hand again, and just full on tackles Thorin to the floor
  • Alys: Not taking any chances this time
  • Lindz: DkdkdkKDDJLS
  • Lindz: first time he was really able to take thorin by surprise
  • Lindz: There is such a commotion
  • Alys: Dwarf wrestling. "GIVE ME THAT BLEEDIN' CONTROLLER!"
  • Lindz: /"ENRAGED KHUZDUL"/
  • Alys: "WINNING!"
  • Alys: -overdramatic offended shock- "WELL SEE IF I EVER KISS THAT MOUTH OF YEHRS AGAIN!"
  • Alys: Bofur is secretly the best at MarioKart but he never lets on, far preferring to have fun. Until one day he's like 'THIS FUCKING GAME! MAHAL HAVE MERCY! OKAY I CHALLENGE BOTH OF YEH TO A TOURNAMENT IF I WIN WE GET RID OF THE GAME!"
  • Lindz: GASP
  • Lindz: its a near thing, thorins out pretty quick but it gets intense between bofur and Bilbo
  • Alys: XD Thorin starts trying to distract Bofur because he doesn't want to lose the game
  • Alys: Bofur doesn't even blink
  • Lindz: SkfjdkLDJDOSP
  • Lindz: it becomes a little terrifying
  • Lindz: Thorin sitting in a kinda horrified awe as he watches the two of them
  • Lindz: He is so freaked out because they're BOTH SILENT
  • Lindz: thorin ends up turning it off
  • Lindz: NoPPE

howtotrainyourtears-deactivated  asked:

So I saw a post about someone asking you about a mermaid AU that you wrote and I need it and I don't know where to get it and you wrote it so i need it even more and i want to read it to distract my impatience for WH (by the way take your time, quality is better than quantity. I know you've got lots of impatient readers, they're just really into the story don't stress out, love.) AND I NEED THE MERMAID ASTRID CAUSE DAMN... REASONS.

Here is the tag for Mermaid!Astrid. Scroll all the way to the bottom so you can read them in order. And then when you get done, read this part too…

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Holly Sucks at Small Talk
  • Lunchbox: I have a question for you.
  • Gail: We haven't talked in over a year but sure, knock yourself out.
  • Lunchbox: Such a trooper. Here goes: If you could have one superpower what would it be?
  • Gail: That's it? That's what you wanted to ask me after all this time? Not, how's work? Are you seeing someone? Murder anyone lately? Do you miss me? Did you ever get that piercing we talked about?
  • Lunchbox: I was leading up to all that.
  • Gail: You are so weird.
  • Lunchbox: So I've been told, but it always meant more coming from you.
  • Gail: You can't see my face right now but I'm rolling my eyes.
  • Lunchbox: You forget that I know you, you are also blushing and smiling like an idiot.
  • Gail: Shut up! Am not.
  • Lunchbox: Sure, sure. Back to the question then.
  • Gail: Fine. The power to time travel.
  • Lunchbox: Interesting. I could have sworn you'd choose something to do with mind manipulation.
  • Gail: Why's that?
  • Lunchbox: So you can make your friends fetch you things, like donuts.
  • Gail: I already do that anyway. Or at least try to. They are far less compliant these days. Well that and I no longer eat donuts.
  • Lunchbox: I'm sorry... I think my brain just short-circuited. Really? No donuts?
  • Gail: No lol. Still as gullible as ever, I see. You know my grave will read: She Loved Donuts. (Oh and Lunchboxs' boobies)
  • Lunchbox: How could I forget that conversation?
  • Lunchbox: So what time would you travel to, and why?
  • Gail: I can't believe you just made me math. I'd travel back 14 months, 11 days, and roughly 5 hours to tell the woman I love that I loved her - I would tell her that I loved her and that I was sorry. For everything. Then I'd beg her to stay.
  • Lunchbox: lol is that all?
  • Gail: Yeh, that's the gist of it
  • Lunchbox: I imagine you'd be very hard to say no to. This woman you loved was very lucky and obviously a complete idiot for ever leaving in the first place.
  • Gail: Love. Present tense.
  • Lunchbox: Gail...
  • Gail: Lunchbox...
  • Lunchbox: I have another question for you.
  • Gail: Shoot.
  • Lunchbox: Did you really get that piercing?
  • Gail: Come visit me and you can find out ;)
  • Lunchbox: I'll be there in 6 minutes.
  • Gail: Maybe your brain really did short-circuit, I think you meant 6 hours. Or do you have a superpower I don't know about? Oooh do you have a one of those tight fitting costumes too? Because that'd be sexy af.
  • Lunchbox: I'm in a hotel around the corner.
  • Gail: Shut up, you are not.
  • Lunchbox: I beg to differ.
  • Gail: Seriously?
  • Lunchbox: Seriously. Meet me half way?
  • Gail: I'll see you in 3 minutes.
  • Lunchbox: Kiss you in 1.5 if we run.
  • Gail: Better not, just ate 4 donuts. But you can tell me you love me in 4.5
"Panic! On the Argo: The Ballad of Leo Valdez" A seven-plus-nico songimagine (P!ATD Rewrite)
  • Percy: Nonono you donut geddit, they have to bE BLUE
  • Annabeth: Percy, the Olympians are going to visit Camp half-blood for the ceremonies and you want everything to be your favorite color?
  • Percy: well-...yeh
  • Annabeth: To quote Hamlet Act III, Scene iii line 87: No.
  • Percy: YES
  • Annabeth: NO
  • Percy: YES
  • Annabeth: NO
  • Jason: I'm fine with the blue...
  • Annabeth: GO DIE, SPARK FACE
  • Jason: FIRETRUCK
  • Hazel: EVERYONE. Calm. Down.
  • Nico: *glances up from the grass he was shredding*
  • Piper: Hazel's right, the longer we quarrel, the longer this will take. All our Godly parents have finally decided to get their godly asses down to Camp WE NEED TO PULL OURSELVES TOGETHER. We need to make sure we've finished every possible preparatory task, otherwise *shudders* /he/ who must not be named will try to volunteer to do it. NOW HURRY UP BEFORE IT'S TOO LA-
  • Leo: Hey
  • Everyone: *groans*
  • Leo: WHOOOAH, PARTEH, KEWWL ME WANTS TO JOIN IN *pulls out party equipment from thin air* DA LEO COMES PREPARED.
  • Frank: What. In Tartarus. Is that?
  • Leo: An exploding duck.
  • Annabeth: *death glare*
  • Jason: Leo, what happened to the chickens I asked you to teach algebra to?
  • Leo: Infirmary.
  • Jason:
  • Nico: Lord help Will Solace.
  • Piper: ANYWAY. Leo...Could you preferably preoccupy yourself with some other time-consuming activity away from this area of camp..? Preferably...really REALLY far away?
  • Leo: But i want to help with the party preparations!
  • Annabeth: We know you do..but..this-...this is a very important and momentous occassion. It requires deep concentration and profound precision.
  • Leo: And that's why Percy's helping? *nods at Percy who is trying to spray paint a dandelion puff blue*
  • Percy: Y U NO C'EST UN BLEU?
  • Annabeth:
  • Annabeth: He's here because no one agreed to babysit him.
  • Jason: Bro...we know you like to join in with this sort of stuff..but...
  • Leo: But what?
  • Hazel: ...it's just..
  • Frank: what they're trying to say is...-
  • Nico: eff all of you. Let's say this MY way.
  • *CUE DA MUZEHK www.youtube.com/watch?v=Fi-_5FyZ2ag*
  • Nico: Trouble follows with a close precision,
  • Much like the shadows of a dark ghost king,
  • the path of a certain, fire cursed, son of Hephaestus
  • Annabeth: A lone inventor and a crazed mechanic.
  • Frank: Demands we call him bad boy supreme.
  • Percy: The Ladies man and obnoxious joker among us.
  • Annabeth: Perce that was mean..
  • Percy: But you know I'm right!
  • Piper: Guys blurt it out how hard can it be?
  • Frank: Cut him some slack
  • Leo: You owe it to me...
  • Nico: Whoah oh oh oh oh Leo Valdez
  • You're guaranteed tah, eff things up
  • Percy: Whoah oh oh oh oh Leo Valdez
  • Your plans tend to FLOP.
  • Leo: *gasps*
  • Jason: He senses something call it accusation...
  • Leo: Well Nah, I took as a compliment
  • You guys know better than to let me deal with preparation
  • 'Cause I'm just way too awesome
  • Piper: ...that's not what we mean
  • Hazel: er-...yeah not quite
  • Leo: I know I'm too cool, but can i still joooiin??
  • Nico: NO OH OH OH OH OH, Leo Valdez
  • You're guaranteed tah, eff things up
  • You never know when to stop.
  • Leo: *pouts*
  • Annabeth: *looks doubtful*
  • Annabeth: Mayyybeee, Leeoooo, could lennnnd a hand?
  • Leo: *nods considerably* I'd be pleased to please yah
  • Annabeth: Iiii thiiiink, Leeeoooo, should lennnd a ha-aandd.
  • Leo: *nose is set ablaze in excitement*
  • Leo: *grins* I'm ready to pullll
  • all the tricks up my sleeeee-eeeve
  • Nico: Wait- What do you mean?
  • Leo: I won't blow things up!
  • Is that hard to Belieeee-eeve?
  • Leo: *innocent smile*
  • Leo:
  • Leo: There's nothing wrong with just a few exploding ducks?
  • Leo: *evil manic laughter*
  • Everyone:
  • Everyone:
  • Nico: I'll go get the straight jacket.

anonymous asked:

Deeeamus "Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you've been dying to ask me?"

70. “Are you really going to leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?”

They were sitting in Dean’s appartment, watching 300 when Dean made the comment.

“I should grow a beard,” he said, looking at King Leonidas’ jealously. Seamus turned to look at him.

“Yeh’d look rubbish with a beard,” he remarked. Dean made a face.

“I don’t think so. I think it’d make me look distinguished.”

“Neville’s growing a beard,” Seamus commented. “Ran into him down at the pub. He definitely didn’t look distinguished.”

“Well, I’d rock it better then Neville.”

“That’s assuming yeh can even grow one. Yeh’re no Dumbledore.”

“Dumbledore,” said Dean fondly. “Now there was a man who could rock a beard. Maybe I should grow mine out like his.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Jean would love that,” Seamus said sarcastically. His friend fell silent and for a second Seamus thought that maybe he had overstepped by bringing up Dean’s boyfriend. But after a moment, Dean made the real reason for his silence clear.

“Actually, Jean and I broke up,” he said. Seamus could tell he was trying to sound casual but he didn’t quite manage it.

“Oh,” said Seamus, unsure what else he should say. “Sorry, mate.” That seemed like a safe bet, right?

Dean shrugged. “It was better for both of us.”


Seamus tried to refocus on the movie, but he didn’t quite manage.


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fearlessjones  asked:

Prompt: Harry asks Eggsy to marry him, but they don't have much time between missions. Where do they get married? What do they wear? Who attends? Do the Kingsman agents pitch in and help? :D

Getting married is supposed to be fun.

Getting married is supposed to be stressful, yet doable. One is supposed to be able to plan everything in such detail that even the napkins are color coordinated.

This is not the case, however, when you are a kingsman agent. Kingmen, in general, do not get married. They either die before they get the chance to, or decide that their lifestyle is too complicated to add a wife or a husband into the equation. Having attachments is never a smart move, and so most just simply go for one night stands, or take care of their urges by requesting honeypot missions. However, the few that did managed to settle down did not have that perfect wedding. It was just the nature of the job.

And so, when Eggsy announces his and Harry’s wedding after a meeting one day, a collective sense of dread fills the room. Eggsy can practically hear the ‘good luck figuring that out.’

He looks at them with a frown and crosses his arms. “Hey, a little support ain’t gonna kill yeh.”

Percival shakes his head. “It has nothing to do with support, my dear man. It’s just that I don’t see how you’re planning to make it happen.”

Eggsy beames at him. “It’s okay. I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout it and I ‘ave a plan.”


The plan - as it usually happens around kingsman - goes to shit.

It actually looked like it was going to hold at the beginning.

They didn’t need to take measurements for their tuxedos, and Henry, god bless him, works faster than ever before to deliver the suits on time. The choosing of a location comes fairly easily, as Merlin stays up late for three nights in a row finding a place that can hold all of them plus an obscene amount of weapons and other defense mechanisms that he personally installs.

The plans for the reception are finished within weeks, what with Percival firing the wedding planner and taking over the preparations. He goes ballistic when arranging for fireworks, ordering enough to provide for an entire city on a fourth of July - Merlin is less than impressed.

Roxy - being the more sensible one - thinks of everything no one else even bothered to consider. She forces Eggsy to take waltz classes and forces Merlin to assign many missions to other handlers so that he can help Roxy fix Harry’s and Eggsy’s schedule.

“Love, I cannot let them go for an entire week,” Merlin pleads when the young woman reveals her plan, knowing already that Roxy is going to win.

“Merlin, they need a honeymoon, and they will have one.” She snaps with a sweet smile on her face. “I’m sure Percival will be thrilled about getting more missions, and I don’t mind taking Eggsy’s load for a week.”

Merlin grumbles for another hour before finally caving in.

And just when everything looks like a fairy tale about to happen, a fucking prick decides to spoil the party by killing every single head of every single secret service - naturally, every single kingsman is called in to protect their king and to find the bloody lunatic.

It takes them a damn month to finally kill him - courtesy of an absolutely enraged Merlin - and by then the wedding date has passed them by.

Eggsy - who had been worried sick about Harry’s safety - repays Merlin with a pint for the especially brutal way his friend ended the bastard’s life.

“It’s alright, lad. We’ll figure something out,” Merlin reassures him.

And they do figure it out - almost a year later. For a while, during that year, Eggsy really had believed that everybody was hell bent on him not marrying Harry. Harry had tried comforting his fiancé as best he could, but there was only so much he could do to help Eggsy after the third time their wedding was thwarted.

In the end, their wedding does not end up being as grand as originally planned - It’s just impossible with their schedule - but it’s no less lovely.

They marry at Merlin’s mansion in Scotland - which is an incredibly safe, incredibly large space which they all know and love - and Percival forces every agent to help decorate the place. Michelle bakes the cake and daisy brings the rings.

It’s a family affair, really. It’s small and private, and it’s everything Eggsy and Harry ever wanted.

And the honeymoon that follows - yes, Roxy doesn’t let Merlin off the hook on that one - is as perfect as promised. There is time for lots of romance and dressing up, as well as quiet moments filled with moans, grunts, expletives, and heated bodies trying their damn hardest to fuse into one.

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Part of the “Promise” series. Click

“And you entertain them when the camera is rolling and they love it! You love it! You laugh and cry together with your entertaining acts, pouring your soul out and completely exposing yourself through your chosen art form. And there’s nothing wrong with that because that’s your job! That’s what you signed up for!” You paused, chuckling bitterly to yourself, pulling grass leaves in front of where you were sitting in and letting it fall back again, staring mindlessly into the field without really looking. Jiwon’s eyes was trained on you, staring as his own thoughts paused to listen to yours.

“But then they want more. They want you to entertain them when the cameras stops rolling. Your love life, your personal life, who you talk to, what you spend your hard earned cash on, how you spend your days. They want to know every. Single. Thing. About you like they have a say on the decisions of your life. And sometimes, sometimes it feels like they’re more entertained by it than what you do when you’re in front of the camera doing your job.” Your voice was vicious and full of spite as flashes of news articles with your “scandal” with Hallyu’s badass rapper Bobby, reminded you of the love that could so easily be burnt down and reduced to ashes of hate. 

Jiwon silently apologized again, looking at your beaten state with pity. It was killing him that he was the reason for it but what really put the nail to the coffin was the fact that he couldn’t do anything to ease your pain. So he did the only thing he knew he could, he listened. He listened to your words, understanding it all too well, he listened to your breathing become hard as the oxygen seemed to be taken hostage by scorned haters, he listened to the pain that were not hidden well enough between the lines. And he heard it all, his heart aching like he was being stabbed by shards of ragged glass with each sound. And though he wanted to weep for you, weep with and because of you, he needed to be strong to share the burden.

“They want someone to judge,” your voice grew quiet. Your words felt like lead as it rolled off your tongue, heavy with a foul aftertaste. “They want someone to criticize so that they can make the person in the mirror feel better. And just to find flaws, they put you under the large lenses of the social microscope to nit-pick at things that wouldn’t otherwise matter or exist if you didn’t live inside the digital box in their houses. Because to them we’re just public spectacles created for the sole purpose of entertainment.

“Their words are careless, their comments written by fingers that has never felt the blisters and scars on our feet as we run on shoes they’d never have to. They feel like they’re better than us. Remark on anything and everything like they’re so goddamn perfect. ‘Look at her nose it’s so ugly. She needs plastic surgery.’ ‘Oh why’d she get plastic surgery? She’s so insecure, what a bad role model!’ ‘She’s only pretty because she’s plastic and she can’t even sing or dance. Why’s she even famous?’ ‘It’s only because of YG that she’s famous.’ They forget that words have gravity,” you paused, sniffling and trying to blink away the tears that were stinging the corner of your eyes. Jiwon’s hand was rubbing circles on your back, soothing you, trying to make sure you know he’s right there, he understands and he’s listening. “They don’t know that their words are like a shrapnel, piercing and tearing skin, leaving open wounds for infection.

“And they feel like they’re entitled to the insights of your life because they’re ‘the reason for your fame’. The award you have? They voted for you so you owe them. The money in your pocket? They bought your albums, concert tickets and merchandises so you owe them! It’s like all your hard work is disregarded and brushed off as dumb luck and settles down to fan service.

“So you mould yourself to the image they want you to fit in, all in the name of chasing your dreams. But somewhere along the way you lost sight of your dreams and you’re going down a path you never intended to. When you realize and finally come to, it’s already too late.” Tears were now streaming down your face, your voice two notes higher as you tried to keep your sobs from making you incomprehensible. Jiwon had his arm around you now, his own tears prickling the corners of his eyes at the ugly truth. 

“They’re not human; more like vultures. And they don’t just peck off pieces of you. No, they take huge chunks for whatever reason and they don’t care if they leave you as nothing but dried splintered bones. And then when you fall from the sky to swim on your own pool of ruby, suddenly they love you again. Suddenly you matter to them again, they’ve always loved you. And they’re going to go out to buy your albums and songs and merchandises. They’re gonna post about you online and paint you as a saint, living their life guiltless and oblivious. But hey, all for their happiness right? Because that is the sole reason of entertainers existence. Living for the fucking fans.”

Once your words stopped, you welcomed silence back like an old friend. Jiwon was still holding you tightly as if he was afraid of what would happen if he let you go, tears still silently cascading down your cheeks, make up completely smeared.

“I’m so sorry,” Jiwon says, barely audible, breaking the momentary silence.

You turned to face him with a soft smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes the way it did. You stroked the side of his face with the back of your bent index finger. “You have nothing to be sorry for Ji.”

YES I DO! He wanted to scream. I’m sorry you have it harder because you’re the girl. I’m sorry it’s my fans that are lashing out at you. I’m sorry I couldn’t help you. I’m sorry because I’m the one that had put a target on your back. I’m so fucking sorry I can’t take your pain instead. But his words were caught on his throat despite his lips parted to talk and so the gust of cool breeze swallowed it whole, carrying it away instead while silence remained with emotions swirling in the air. He loved you and he’s sorry for that too, just like he knew you were.

Your face slowly inched towards his, oblivious to what his thoughts, your eyes dropping to stare at his lips. Cocking his head to the side, Jiwon too leaned closer and slowly allowed your lips to brush against each other before fully crashing his to yours. His hair felt soft in your fingers and his arm firm and safe around yours.

The kiss was as passionate as ever, especially with hot emotions running high. At that moment nothing else mattered, inhibitions fled chasing down the world that was crumbling and dissolving away. You kissed him with such ferocity, trying to lick the prayers that had become his anthem that had long stopped escaping your lips with Jiwon trying to teach you the familiar words once more.

He placed his forehead on yours as the two of you parted for much needed air, his eyes never leaving your own, hands cupping your face. “Don’t you ever forget that you have me. No matter what happens, you have me and I’ll never leave your side.”

You had a feeling even if you wanted to, he would never let you forget him. “I know.”

Jiwon placed a soft kiss on your lips, sealing his promises. “I love you.”

“I know.” 

Note: Please understand that I am in no way attacking fans. I think for the most part fans are great, I mean I’m a fan so…

And I just wanted to write to express. And I didn’t mean to offend anyone…. so if you do feel offended, hit up my ask and tell me why~ 

lalawo1  asked:

A wee prompt for you, if you don't mind! There's a lot of talk and fics about jealous Oliver, but I would love a fic about a jealous Felicity, during their break up. Perhaps the City Hall PR machine suggesting Oliver take someone to a function, and when Oliver is hesitant because of Felicity, arranging for someone else? And Felicity being devastated, then realising she's got to do something! Thanks! (And it's my birthday tomorrow, not that I am trying to emotionally blackmail you!!)

Authors note: Firstly prompts are closed I am just finishing what it is in my inbox. Secondly I AM SO SORRY this has taken me so long to do! In all honesty I have been sat on this for a few weeks unsure whether to post or not, and truthfully I am still nervous about it, please just remember this is fiction. Also happy REALLY belated birthday, again so sorry! Also I don’t even know where my brain went with this so yeh… available on AO3 and FF.net

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