i had to do all the angles of this moment lol

For catharsis reasons and because I had feelings that compelled me to let them out.

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All my love to @winterbythesea for looking this over for me. You are aces. <3


It happens like this.

She is running, her heart pounding, her breath a stab in her throat as she sees the Nautilus breach by the dock. When it steadies, she sees people start to come out of the little door on the top, stepping onto the landing bay and starting to make their way up the stairs. Little dots of people from this distance and yet she is already searching for him.

She gets close enough to make out that Jasmine stands beside the door when she sees him. His hair first, black and messy and matted down to his scalp as he begins to appear from the door of the Nautilus. His eyes next, brow furrowed and eyes looking down as he tries to watch his step on the ladder. Mouth next, twisted into a grimace and already her heart is shouting for her to smooth his brow, to kiss his scowl away.

But he is too far away yet and she is running as fast as she can.

His shoulders only pop out for a moment before he disappears altogether, his shout of pain audible to her even as she is still too far to hold him. But then Jasmine reaches down and takes his hand, starting the whole process again.

Hair, eyes, lips, shoulders.

She takes the stairs down two at a time, pushing through other crew members making their way up.

He comes up once more and this time, she is there when his feet touch the ground. His weight on one foot while the other is bent at the knee, hanging in the air as he leans on Jasmine to stay standing, his eyes still down as he tries not to lose his balance again.

Her steps slow now, her frantic running slowing to a stumbling walk before stopping altogether. He hasn’t seen her yet and she takes a moment to breathe, to steady herself before she collapses on the wood beneath her. But her heart knows no reason, thumping through her veins as her breath shudders through her.

“Killian?”

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Smoulder- Epilogue

Summary: Remember when this was a oneshot and it turned into a 160k fic which took almost a year to write? Lol *sobs because it’s over*

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Smoulder- Epilogue

“If you don’t stop twitching your leg, I’m going to break it.”

Adrien paused at Nathanael’s warning. A brief pause. A second’s pause.

He tried to contain himself. He really did.

A moment later, and completely subconsciously, he began to fiddle with his seat tray.

Nathanael groaned.

“Sorry, sorry,” Adrien apologised hurriedly, fully aware of just how irritating he was being. “I’m just nervous.”

Nathanael grinned at that.

“Really? Nervous?” he replied, tone as dry at the recycled plane air surrounding them. Quietly, he folded his own tray open, so that he had somewhere to sketch. “I had no idea banana-boy.”

“Don’t be mean tomato-head,” Adrien whined, flopping face-first onto the tiny plane window. “I’m trying my best to not be a pain.”

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

Eschewing his own internal dilemmas, Adrien shot up, a sunlit beam brightening his face.

“You quoted it!” he cried, throwing his arms around a reluctant Nathanael. “I knew you liked Star Wars! I knew it!”

“I never said I didn’t,” Nathanael responded coyly, tapping his pencil to Adrien’s nose before bringing it to his mini-sketchbook again. Overcome by curiosity, and a need for distraction, Adrien took a quick peak at what he was drawing. A fluffy tail. Some kind of wolf maybe? Or a fox? Maybe a cat? Adrien wasn’t sure from the angle he was staring. “I just didn’t have any interest in seeing it before being made to by my roommate. My roommate who is, inconceivably, nerdier than I am.”

“Did Louis know? I bet he would’ve had something to say. Or shriek. Louis shrieks a lot,” Adrien mused, scratching the back of his head as he was still restless. “Well if he doesn’t your secret’s safe with me. What happens in London stays in London.”

“True- and you know it’s never come up. The Star Wars thing,” Nathanael replied with a small smile, his eyes distant. It was a look Adrien had come to know well over the past year. He’d dubbed it Nathanael’s ‘dream face’.

Having realised the horrendous London rent prices were worse than that of Paris (how was that possible?) Adrien had quickly asked Nathanael move in with him and his friend had jumped at the chance. Adrien couldn’t blame him, he’d seen Nathanael’s old place. The mould on the wall had looked like a demented clown and it still gave him nightmares.

They’d been roommates the entire year.

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Imagine: Giving Daryl His First Blowjob and It Leading to Rough Sex

(A/N: Well, it’s official, Norman Reedus has made me complete trash. Enjoy this other lil one shot thing I had to write out).

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Daryl had secured the room and he stood there awkwardly as you walked up willfully to him and pressed your body suggestively into his, rubbing your chest up and down his, done with any subtle clues, needing to show him tonight how much you wanted him.

Daryl had recently confessed to you that he had never been given a blowjob before, this leaked out one night during a drunken session of truth or dare between you. You had been hinting at Daryl for months now, trying to get him to see how much you wanted him. After that night, you knew you had to make it up to the man, you planned to do it when the time was right. By looks of this old secure house, you had just found it.

Daryl noticed your eyes on him, his jaw tightened and he stared at you like he didn’t know what to do.

You smiled playfully in response and squared his shoulders, pushing his body back onto the bed behind him, his legs dangled on the edge.

You smile and kneel down in between his legs as you graze your hand up and down his muscular thighs, watching as your hands rub his blue denim jeans harshly, causing warm friction to be created. You lick your lips and rub your thighs together as your eyes lock on to the button of his jeans and his hard cock, throbbing inside its prison. You run your hand over it and intentionally rub it up and down, looking innocently up at Daryl, who is biting his lip and groaning to himself, trying to keep control.

“Shit, Y/N…” Daryl half grunted, half moaned, as his eyes close at your touch.

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Got7 Reaction #15 - Their s/o has weird sleeping habits

anon asked: hi! could you please do got7 reactions to their s/o having weird sleeping habits? like sleep talking/walking, sleeping in weird positions, etc. thank you ! 💗

A/N: **warning: long ass post coming your way. I got so carried away I’m so sorry TT.TT**


Mark: -sleep walking- He would realize that you aren’t in your bed when he reached out to cuddle you. Standing up groggily, he’d shuffle around the entire house until he finally found you standing by the dish washer, opening and closing the door without putting anything in it.

“Jagi…” He would say, gently putting his hands around your arm and steering you to your bedroom, not to wake you up. “This is sleeping time. We can do the dishes in the morning…” He’d laugh and add, “You’ll be more productive when you’re awake I think.”

Originally posted by slightkpopobsession88

Jaebum: -not moving at all while you sleep and breathing shallowly (that’s what I do xD)-

Shifting through the drawer on his bedside table he made sure to be as quiet as he possibly could in case you were actually asleep.

You looked like a stone statue laying on your back, your hands folded together in a snow white pose. “I wouldn’t have to do this if you didn’t look dead every time you feel asleep…” he whispered, finally finding and pulling out his hand mirror from the drawer.

Carefully he shifted over, his paranoia slightly taking over again as he imagined you not breathing. Finally when the mirror was close enough to your nose he craned his neck to see if fog marks appeared to show that you were breathing. He let out an aggravated sigh when he saw that you were, in fact, alive and not dead. He was silly for being scared, but you just looked so statuesque and that he couldn’t stop his mind from racing to the worst scenario. He rubbed his hand over his face and shifted again so that his arms were around you, so that he could feel your chest softly rise and fall.

This is how I’m always going to have to sleep from now on.

Originally posted by defwang

Jackson: -sleeping in weird positions- Your butt was up in the air, your neck at an impossibly sharp angle, your cheeks smushed against the bed sheets. You had even pushed your pillow off the bed.

*gif* How are they sleeping like that…?

Jackson pulled your left arm back onto the bed from over the edge and gently pulled you back down onto your side. You continued snoring since your cheek was still smashed against the covers. He put his arms around you to try and keep you in the position that was least likely to cause you to break your neck.

Jackson smiled and giggled at the thought of telling you about this in the morning. Even though you got super embarrassed about it, he thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He couldn’t wait to tease you about this in the morning.

Originally posted by stefelicity

Jinyoung: -having to sleep with your leg over him- Three seconds after he had climbed into your bed, exhausted from a long day of practice, you had flung your leg over his chest.

His chest.

He giggled as he tried moving your leg, freezing cold foot and all, back over to your side. He knew that you were going to fling your leg over him again, but hopefully not over his chest this time.

He shifted to face you and instead of waiting he grabbed your leg and placed it over his own, his arms snaking around your waist.

“Jinyoung?” Your eyes fluttered open lazily to look into the beautiful face of your boyfriend.

“Shh” he brushed a strand of hair out of your face, “sorry that I woke you up Jagi. Go back to sleep, everything’s fine.”

He kissed you softly and pulled you closer to him, loving you even more for your subconscious need to be so close to him even when sleeping. “Baby…” he whispered again before falling asleep. “I love you”

“I love you too”

Originally posted by jypnior

Youngjae: -sleeping in weird positions- Both hands were over his mouth, Youngjae practically vibrating with suppressed laughter. He crouched by the bed to try and regain his composure before going to put his pajamas on and join you in bed. He had been late coming home from practice and came into your bedroom to see you like this…

You had one leg lying straight, the other one bent as you were leaning over, your face resting on your knees and soft snores escaping from your mouth along with a line of drool falling down your chin and onto your knees.

Youngjae had always known that you slept in weird positions seeing as the first time he met you, you had been sleeping upside-down halfway hanging off of a couch in the JYP lounge. This though…

He stood up with a smile still plastered to his face. No matter what, even asleep you made his day from the moment he laid his eyes on you. You were his adorable little ray of sunshine, and he couldn’t love you more than he did in that moment.

His love for you wouldn’t stop him from taking a ton of pictures of your newest sleeping position though. He also couldn’t wait to tease you endlessly about this and to show you those pictures, but that part could wait until the morning right?

Originally posted by umma-jy

Kunpimook: -moving around a lot when you sleep- “Damn it Y/n! Wake the hell up!”

You jolted awake at BamBam’s raised and frustrated voice, your heart skipping a beat at the sudden shock of it. “What the hell Kunpimook!? I was dead asleep and that’s how you woke me up?!”

“Dead asleep my ass! It’s like you were trying to wake me up. You practically rolled around the entire bed ten times over.”

“Shit…” You rubbed your temples in exasperation, “I’m sorry Bammy, I can’t believe that I was doing that again… I really don’t try to, I swear.”

One look at your tired, pouting face and he knew he shouldn’t have gotten so mad at you. He knew that you didn’t mean to do that, but when you slept soundly, he didn’t at all.

He lowered his voice in resignation. “Can we maybe just try cuddling? Maybe if we try with our legs entwined you can’t kick me off the bed again. And if that doesn’t work, then we’re seeing a sleep specialist. Got it?”

“Got it.” You nodded at him groggily once again and reached out to him. Hopefully this way you both could finally get some sleep.

Originally posted by lookwhaticreated

Yugyeom: -sleep talking- “No way… and then what happened?” Yugyeom would get you to continue talking once you’ve started. He was having trouble sleeping anyway, might as well get to hear your voice to help lull him to sleep.

He’d end up giggling uncontrollably though when you incoherently mumbled something about wearing a banana hat for a fashion show. The next thing he knew, he had woke you up and had to explain why he was now laughing hysterically.

you: “Why would you do that to me Yugi?”

him: *laughing still* “Because you can’t control what you say and it’s freaking hilarious!”

Originally posted by sunmis


A/N: I’m so sorry that it turned into mini-drabbles basically! And also sorry because I tried giving each member a different sleeping habit but I ran out of them lol ^.^” Thank you for requesting dear! I hope you liked it~ <3

Summary: After Betty confronts her dad about Polly’s and Jason’s engagement as well as learning about the Coopers - Blossoms feud, there’s only one person that can take her mind off things. (Takes place after Betty’s and Hal’s fight and before Bughead’s scene at the Blue & Gold.)

(Taking a small break from your prompt requests to write something that stuck in my head and I had to get it out lol. I was listening to Let It All Go by Birdy feat. Rhodes and I had way too many feels so yeah… Hope you like it guys!!)


The Hitchcock blonde was once again locked in her floral pastel room that nowadays didn’t seem to match the air of depression that spread around the whole town and, most specifically, this very house. Soft music was playing in the background, the girl wanting to silence down the million thoughts that were running inside her head and suppress her still boiling anger and deep disappointment at both her parents. Usually, her mother would always win first place in the list of people Betty felt smothered by but after that evening, her dad was ranking a close second. She was at least thankful that he had the good sense to let her be, keeping himself busy in the house office downstairs for hours.

Dear Diary,

I don’t even know who my parents are anymore. How can the two people that are supposed to be everyone’s most valuable confidants in life, hide behind so many lies and weave webs of conspiracy and mystery around innocent teenage kids? How can I not know what is going on in my own house, with my own sister? They keep pushing me to drop the subject, stop snooping around and bury it all under the carpet like they did and for what? An idiotic vendetta that probably costed the life of two kids that did nothing wrong but fell in love. Why do we have to break so hard? Why does my life get to be filled with such uncertainty and fear of what the future will reveal next? I dread even to think about the obvious, I try so hard to hold my mind back, for it to not go there but it is already there and I feel scared. Sometimes I wish I was just another person, the identity of Elizabeth Cooper to not weight so much on my shoulders…”

The characteristic sound of pen against paper stopped and the red ink covered peak hovered over the rest of the empty line, Betty taking a moment to breath and slow down the gradually quicker raise and fall of her chest. One of her usual panic attacks was the last thing she needed right now, she thought and closed her eyes, dropping her head back against the wall, clutching the teal cover of her diary inside her icy cold fingers. She didn’t know how many hours had spent there, sitting on the wooden bench of her window and pouring into paper the anger and extreme sense of unfairness she felt after the fight she had hours ago with her father. But the worst of all, she felt hopeless, too small in a secret too big for her to handle, something that made her eyes whale up with tears again. She brought a palm to softly swipe the corner of her right eye in hopes of stopping the waterfalls but she failed, letting them finally be and watching as they soaked the paper in small shy droplets.

The chime of her phone had her eyes lazily turning to the side to face the machine, not in the mood of interacting with people right now. The message that brightened the screen surprised her though.

Don’t cry. Please.

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the air was warm and almost crackling with a kind of hazy electricity as alec sat with magnus on the balcony, his arm around the warlock’s shoulders and his chest slightly pressed against his back. his fingers grasped the cool wine glass lazily and the taste of wine on his tongue was a kind of comfort in and of itself, a relaxing and almost quiet detail. alec looked up at the stars winking almost mischievously above him, twinkling unusually bright tonight in contrast to the bright and beaming city below them. his father had once told him when he was a child of four, a chubby thing with rosy cheeks and contagious laughter that was so rare nowadays, to wish on a star. alec could almost feel robert’s arms around him now, holding him up as a tinier version of himself held onto one of his lapels, gazing up at the night sky. “look! a shooting star!” robert had commented in that bright, cheery tone parents use with their children. “make a wish!” and alec had looked up at the sky, brows furrowed and lips puckered as if he had just eaten something extremely sour. “what did you wish for, my boy?” robert asked and alec shook his head. “a secret, daddy.” alec replied and put his finger to his lips and shushed him and robert and laughed and tickled alec, causing the boy to squeal and giggle just as jovially as his father.

 robert had been and has always been the more affectionate of the two parents. that’s not saying much, but alec smiled a little fondly at the memory. he wasn’t one to wish or believe in miracles. wishing on stars or on birthday candles seemed tedious; alec now let max and jace and izzy blow out his birthday candles because he found the act so pointless. 

he could not deny, however, the the man curled up at his side, swirling the wine glass in his hand around and watching the red liquid spin, his head against his shoulder and his hair tickling alec’s skin, is a miracle, possibly the miracle of miracles.

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Goblin in Review: The Kisses

As specially requested by @mynameishassie​ Here’s a review/reaction of all the kisses between Shin and Eun-Tak in Goblin. Just to play around cause I have nothing better to do.

Gif Credit | Rating: Innocence = 10/10, Dirty = 0/10, Satisfaction = 4/10

Ahh… good ol’ memories. The very first kiss between Shin and Eun-Tak in episode 6… a kiss so pure, innocent, and naive that all the snowflakes started floating upwards. What is gravity? Apparently it doesn’t work in the presence of these two sweethearts. So what makes this kiss important being their first kiss? Well this kiss set the stage for Shin to start thinking about life instead of dying. This kiss was initiated by Eun-Tak not because she necessarily loved him at the time, but because she didn’t know the consequences of Shin’s sword and what love really encompasses. This kiss compared to their last kiss is totally different in terms of romance and their mutual feelings. Shin was still only learning what it meant to be in love and Eun-Tak was still only desiring love. This is seen in their body language as Eun-Tak was struggling to stay on her tiptoes to hesitantly peck him and Shin’s shoulders were completely slumped forwards in utter dumbstruck. A perfect way to get our silly couple rolling. Despite this kiss being not hot and sexy, I appreciate this kiss as I love Shin’s reaction to Eun-Tak kissing him… to think this supposedly “weak” and “defenseless” girl can easily make this 939 yo Goblin confused and break down his defenses. But I desperately needed more than this kiss.

Gif Credit | Rating: Sweetness = 10/10, Hotness = 2/10, Satisfaction = 7/10

Now this was a proper “first kiss” of them being an official couple; what better way than for Shin to redeem himself by initiating the kiss while Eun-Tak asked for it in episode 10. The setting was perfect for our silly couple: fun date in a tent while drinking soju, a kick-ass entertaining performance, and a sweet and happy kiss shared between the two. This kiss was literally the definition of happiness as their kiss even has it’s own Sun shining a random light of unknown origin. It was quite hot of Shin to grab her face so gently as he kissed her and then Eun-Tak stole another kiss right afterwards. This made me love Eun-Tak more as she’s not afraid to ask for kisses… I understand why, lol. Just look at who her boyfriend is. I do like this kiss a lot, as said by Eun-Tak herself, “It’s perfect.” It was the perfect kiss to show how they mutually love each other after coming to an agreement that they will both fight to be together as compared to episode 4′s kiss. I wasn’t expecting anything hotter or sexier since our couple finally got together after jumping the hurdle of Eun-Tak finding out the truth behind Shin’s sword. But still, I needed more! lmao

Gif Credit | Rating: Cuteness = 10/10, Crime = 0/10, Satisfaction = 6/10

The cute photo booth kiss. That’s all that really needs to be said about this kiss, lol. It was a cute and off-guard peck that Eun-Tak gave to Shin which left him flustered and giggling like a little girl. >.< The funny thing is that Eun-Tak had pure intentions while it left Shin thinking about (most likely) not so pure thoughts … this girl can literally kill Shin on the spot whether she removes his sword or not, lmao. I just can’t get over how Shin caught himself using “tiny” and “small” in the same sentence! And then he proceeded to say he wants to come here every day, lmfao. This entire scene in episode 12 is adorable and especially how pure Eun-Tak’s intentions were to 1) get a picture with him and 2) give him an excuse to see his sister. Of course, it wasn’t enough to satisfy my fangirl desires and I was desperately hoping… praying… for a kiss that would exceed my expectations.

Gif Credit | Rating: Hotness = 10/10, Passion = 10/10, Satisfaction = 100/10 

Now we’re talking… this kiss swept me off my feet when Shin turned back to give her such a desperate, passionate, and engraving kiss before his imminent death. THIS WAS THE KISS WE WERE ALL WAITING FOR 13 EPISODES LATER!!! Just look at this beauty! Till this day… I love this kiss so damn much, it’s the kiss of the century. Just look at how Shin cupped her face as he kissed her with such a passion knowing that he might disappear forever. Look at Eun-Tak unable to say or do anything as she just closed her eyes in compliance… worried why he would suddenly kiss her like that. It was the perfect hot and passionate kiss to show how our couple loves each other and wants to be together. THEIR CHEMISTRY WAS OFF THE CHARTS! OMO! The only that that disappointed me about this kiss was how they DIDN’T FULLY CLOSE-UP FILM IT! Like why you gonna film a friggin hot kiss but not show us the whole thing close up??? Ugh… That was the good stuff there. >.> Despite my love for this kiss, I was praying that an even better kiss would happen once she was 29 yo. 

Gif Credit | Rating: Feels = 10/10, Longing = 10/10, Satisfaction = 10/10

This kiss was sooo good… a slightly melancholic kiss that was filled with feels as Shin immediately embraced a frantic Eun-Tak into a kiss as she finally remembered him. All I can say is that this kiss was so good from the angle it was filmed, from how it focused on Shin’s hand tightening on her, and to how both Eun-Tak and Shin’s eyes were filled with so much pain, sadness, and longing for each other. I started ballin like a baby cause they needed to be in each other’s arms and I was so happy when she finally remembered him! Ugh… To think this all happened in episode 15… T.T But this wasn’t the kiss I was waiting for… there was something else I needed to see from the episode 14 preview. 

Gif Credit | Rating: Lovey Dovey = 10/10, Rainbows & Unicorns = 10/10, Satisfaction = 8/10

Just another really lovey dovey peck between the two… oh wait… two pecks cause Shin wanted another one, lmao. I just love their height difference… *incoherent giggling* BUT I’M STILL WAITING FOR THE BEST KISS DAMNIT! DON’T FAIL ME GONG YOO!!! 

Drumroll…. 

Gifs Credit | Rating : Sexiness = _(꒪ཀ꒪」∠)_, Dirty thoughts = ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ), Satisfaction = ∞ w/ too much salt

What more can I say about how much I am absolutely obsessed with this long over-due sexy make out between these two? Just look at how Shin launched at her… but at the same time Shin is such a gentleman as he stopped to make sure she was okay with it.. OF COURSE she would reply back enthusiastically! BUT I DIED WHEN SHE JUMPED AND WRAPPED HER LEGS AROUND HIM! OMG! AND FOR THE LOVE OF ALL MAKE OUTS, when Shin started planting kisses on her face and she was smiling from enjoying his touch… that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen!!! BUT DAMNIT! WHO THE FUCK CUTS IN THE MIDDLE OF GONG YOO AND KIM GO EUN’S KISSES??? WHY WOULD YOU DEPRIVE US OF THESE TWO WONDERFULLY AMAZING KISSERS??? WHY COULDN’T YOU SHOW US THE WHOLE DAMN THING??? (╯°益°)╯彡┻━┻

Seriously, the only issue I have with this kiss is that they abruptly cut the kiss at the GOOD part. They could have gradually transitioned out of the scene instead of just cutting in the middle of the kiss; they had plenty of time to add 30 more seconds – oh for goodness sakes, I would’ve been glad to see another hour. PLUS, WHY WOULD YOU NOT SHOW SOMETHING YOU TEASED US IN THE FUCKIN PREVIEW??? Two lovers who defied time, God, death, and were finally together would NOT just simply call it a night after sharing a passionate kiss on the couch AFTER staying together overnight in fuckin luxurious hotel (with probably a huge ass bed)… just saying. ┻━┻ ︵ヽ(`Д´)ノ︵ ┻━┻

And that’s all folks… I can’t really say that I’m completely satisfied since I love Shintak so much… It makes me sad that Gong Yoo and Kim Go Eun will probably never costar together again since it’s rare for people to costar together a second time. WHAT A SHAME! YOU HAVE TWO AMAZING KISSERS COSTAR TOGETHER AND THAT’S IT? Like I would have been okay if they didn’t show any skin… just some more steamy moments between the two because their love is so fuckin tragic that they deserve some more lovey dovey couple scenes. Ugh… just because I’m a salty grandma, friggin 15 age rating ruined it! At least the kisses got better and better and we got a few Gong Yoo certified kisses in Goblin. T.T 

“The kiss itself is immortal. It travels from lip to lip, century to century, from age to age. Men and women garner these kisses, offer them to others and then die in turn.” ~ Guy de Maupassant, The Complete Short Stories of Guy de Maupassant, Part One

Speed Date (W/Kenny Omega)

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This is a new short series I’m starting based on an idea from @waynscastle thank you for this marvelous idea <3 They’re going to be short because it’s all about speed dating and I might end it with a longer story where the reader picks one of the guys and goes on an actual date. I’m not sure yet but anyway, enjoy speed dating with wrestlers lol. I have three guys already planned but I need five more to do so if you have someone you want to see in this, let me know.

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Three times the sun gods bothered Icarus at work

Soooo this was going to be a “5 + 1” fic but I really gotta work on my project now, boo.  but I wanted to send you what I had :)  so here’s three parts!  I tried to write from Icarus’s point of view this time… not sure how great I did lol  anyway I hope you like it though  :)

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Icarus is taking four classes this term; the standard for a full-time student.  He also signed up for a handful of extracurricular activities, not many, but enough to keep him involved.  He’s discreetly in the student LGBTQ+ club, though he doesn’t often speak up.  And of course, astronomy club, which is the thing he lives for every week. 

He also has five separate jobs, that require his efforts at various times of the day/week.  Between the five of them, Icarus manages to make enough money to keep his monthly bills in check, as well as taking a chunk off of the cost of tuition.  He’s not rich, for sure, but frankly, it’s enough for him to keep his head above water (a phrase that’s always made him shudder, for some reason), and not burden his family with debt.

So many jobs, classes and extracurriculars requires Icarus to keep a detailed schedule on his refrigerator so he can keep track of where he’s supposed to be and when.

Tragically, this becomes his undoing, as certain other individuals also consult this schedule at their leisure to determine how and where to find him and maximize their pestering.

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The Freshman: Problematic Love Interests

So, ya’ll know how rough the last chapter of The Freshman was yesterday. Nearly everyone in the chapter was at their max level of craziness…particularly the love interests. In fact, I was so frustrated with some of their behaviors that I decided I had to get some things off my chest. Hence, this post came to be.

Forgive my snarkiness and general agitated tone here…I’m much less aggravated than I was last night. Let’s just be thankful I gave myself a day to relax before sharing these thoughts!

Okay, let’s get started. 

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anonymous asked:

Hi! I have a Modern Glasgow prompt if it's agreeable! We all know Jamie loves Claire pregnant. Could we get an intimate scene with them from his POV? Honestly, pregnant women go through a horny stage so Claire might even jump HIM lol.

Modern Glasgow AU

Claire rolled her eyes, trying so hard not to get exasperated at her adorably persistent husband.

“I *promise* I’m all lined up, just like I always am. I’m getting cold!”

From his position kneeling on the floor, Jamie carefully held his phone at eye level, squinting at the screen and focusing the camera. “As ye say. Now hold still – oh come on, Claire. Ye can smile a bit, no?”

Claire rolled her bare shoulders and hugged her arms tighter across her breasts, warming herself with thoughts of the incredibly soft wool blanket which Jamie loved to wrap around their shoulders at night. Giving Jamie the smile he craved – for there was so much to smile about.

Five months pregnant now with their first child. Their beautiful miracle. What they had hoped and prayed for. What they had endured so many uncomfortable tests and treatments for.

And every day, Jamie took a picture of Claire’s bare belly. From this angle, her bare toes lined up against a floorboard in their kitchen, flush against the light blue wall that had been one of their projects right after moving in, they watched the baby grow. Not so much day by day – but very noticeable when compared to a few weeks ago.

It had been Jamie’s idea – shared with Claire on their way home from Dr. Abernathy’s office, on that momentous day when he’d confirmed what the six home pregnancy tests had already told the already ecstatic parents-to-be.

Too excited for the bus, they’d decided to walk home. It would take over an hour, but it didn’t matter. Nothing seemed to matter – now that they had this absolutely spectacular news.

It was a bright spring day – barely a cloud in the sky. Such a rarity for Glasgow that they felt the whole world was celebrating with them. After stopping by the nearest church for a quick, heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving, Jamie and Claire were almost skipping down the street. Two lovesick idiots – impossibly in love with the world, and each other, and the tiny bairn nestled in Claire’s belly.

“I’ve an idea,” Jamie had said at length. Claire’s smile widened at the sunshine in his voice.

“And what’s that?” Her eyes followed a mother holding her toddler son’s hand, helping him toddle across the cobblestones at the crosswalk.

“I ken ye like when we take the pictures. So I was thinking – what if I take a picture of yer belly, every day? So we can have a memory of this time, and maybe share it with the bairn, once she’s grown?”

Claire stopped, tugging Jamie’s hand so he moved closer. His grin was dazzling. She stepped up on the top of his shoes and pulled him into a long kiss – breaking away only when a lorry driver whistled at them as he rumbled by.

“Let’s go home, then?”

“Perfect!”

She blinked, and then held her smile as Jamie stood, groaned at the effort, picked up her shawl, and settled it around her naked back. He swiped awake his phone screen, and there she was – her skin and smile so radiant.

“I look huge!” she mused. “How did that happen?”

He wrapped his free arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek. “And you a medical student! Well, ye know, when a man and a woman love each other…”

Playfully she nudged her hip against his, and he pulled back just a bit – keeping her safe in the circle of his arm.

“And what’s next for us, tonight?”

Jamie’s eyes creased into conspiratorial blue triangles. “I don’t know. What ideas do you have?”

She dropped the shawl. Stood proudly naked before him.

Enjoyed watching him swallow.

Tilted her head.

“Perhaps you could turn on the *other* camera?”

“Aye,” he croaked, stricken. Overcome with love and adoration and want and pure *need* for this woman. His wife – the air in his lungs. The blood in his veins. The backbone of his very existence.

She licked her lips. Knowing exactly what she was doing.

And turned, and softly padded down the hall toward their bedroom.

And Jamie – ever so bright – was powerless to follow her.

pizzapizzapasta  asked:

hi!!! I have a prompt!! Can you do one where betty is about to tell the rest of the gang that she and jug are dating, but jug freaks out and pulls her away to like a broom closet, and then Veronica and Kevin catch them kissing in it? (or something like that) and could you do it in Jugs POV??? THANK YOU!!!! I love your writing :)

Thank you for the prompt, m'dear! It’s been so long since I wrote first person I hope I did Jughead justice!

(Can’t format this the way I want cus I’m writing this on my iPad in the bath of the hotel room I’m staying in lol. Best way to write in my opinion)

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It wasn’t a big deal, I knew that. Archie had already confronted me about something going on with Betty. My heart had dropped to my boots at his question, trailing off because he didn’t quite know how to ask if such a thing could even happen. I understood, I didn’t want to admit it but even I shook with disbelief at the idea of Betty Cooper kissing me back, pressing her hand almost too softly against my neck - it sounded like something that only happened in movies. I didn’t realise I’d been so obvious about my feelings towards her, the tiniest iota of reciprocation from her plush pink lips breaking a dam within me, one that had been threatening to fail for years.

“We may have had a moment,” I told him hesitantly, feeling my face arrange itself into a grimace as I watched his reaction closely. His face was too still for comfort.

“Nah, it’s cool…” My eyes narrowed. I’d known Archie Andrews almost all his life, and right now he was in no way ‘cool’. I nodded regardless, wanting to shift the topic as soon as possible.

Never in my wildest dreams would I have even dared to imagine a universe in which Betty Cooper returned my feelings. What I knew, but was terrified to admit, was that the things I felt for this timeless Hitchcock blonde went beyond anything I deemed a teenage boy capable to feel. But this wasn’t a high school rom-com and Elizabeth Cooper was so much more than the longed-after love interest. She was versatile and stable, classic yet corrupt. A Jane, a Grace, a Marilyn… a Harley. She was an expect and lingering on the sidelines all while pretending to be on centre stage.

But what did I know, Betty Cooper had been the main character in the production that is my life for longer than I could remember, before even I knew the plot points. Never was I more grateful for the invention of the red herrings that were Betty’s feelings for the red headed boy.

Every time she caught my eye in the hallway, sending me the shyest sly smile, I felt the sound die away around us, edges blurring in a vignette until we were all that was left. She could have stepped out of a black and white movie but I’d be forever grateful I got to see her in technicolor. The sunshine gold of her hair, the ever changing green of her eyes, the way the pink of her favourite sweater matched the blossoming blush across her cheeks every time I dared to dance my fingertips across her peaches and cream skin. And never was I more thankful that I got to live offscreen, feel her warmth as she held me against her, ever the consoler. That I didn’t just have to imagine that she smelt of bubblegum and strawberry milkshakes, but I could breathe her in like oxygen when she let me press my insatiable mouth against her neck, fluttering pulse point so very real against my lips.

But the camera angle has to widen eventually as the meet cute trips into developing storyline.

“C'mon, Juggie, they all basically know now anyway,” she told me, gripping on to the crook of my arm as she walked us towards the common room. “It seems neither of us are as good at keeping secrets as we’d like to think,” she finished, rolling her eyes before staring up at me, unblinking and wide-eyed. I tried to keep my breath steady.

“Well I don’t know about you but I was perfectly fine at it before you came along,” I teased her, gazing down at her with a small smile. She grinned and bit her lip, sending my heart into overdrive. “Let’s do it then.”

Archie, Veronica and Kevin were sat in their usual spot on the couches talking amongst themselves. Archie nodding absentmindedly, pretending to listen to Veronica as he tuned his guitar, Kevin leaning forward in shock-horror as the girl described the moment she caught her heel on a dip in the pavement and snapped it clean off.

“Those were my favourites too, this town basically owes me,” she grumbled, the humour evident in her tone. Betty kept me tight against her side as she waited for a lull in the conversation to start her speech. My palms turned sweaty.

“Um, guys…” she started quietly. Despite her tone it was like a shot rang out into the crowd, three pairs of eyes turned to us instantly. “Jughead and I just wanted to tell you-” I could feel each gaze, like they were watching the tape before the final cut.

“That we’ve got a lot to do for the next issue of The Blue and Gold and probably won’t be around much this week,” I cut her off, words out of my mouth before I could even register what I was saying. I caught the start of the confused look Veronica shot Betty before turning and booking it out of the room.

I was halfway to the office before she caught up with me.

“Juggie! Where are you going, what’s wrong, what-” I glanced around before pulling her into the closet to our left. “Jughead, talk to me!” Betty’s eye were turned down at the corners and a physical pain tore its way through my chest at the thought of taking an ounce of happiness away from her. I took a shaky breath, trying to order my thoughts, unable to meet her penetrating gaze.

“I’m sorry, Betts, I just… I’m scared, I guess.” I could feel the embarrassment heating up my cheeks in betrayal. She blanched.

“Of what? Me? Am I not-” Her eyes misted over as I watched her mind flick into overdrive in her eyes. My throat closed at what she thought. I never wanted to make her feel like she wasn’t good enough, not desirable enough. My hands went gingerly to her waist, clutching desperately when she didn’t push me away.

“No! No, Betty you’re so wonderful. I couldn’t dream of anyone more kind and caring and compassionate as you. I… I want the whole world to know just how amazing you are and that out of everyone in the world you could possibly have for some insane reason you chose me,” I told her in a crazed whisper, eyes pleading with her to understand.

“Then why?”

“What we have… I didn’t think it existed, not really. But this, it’s ours and I’m just worried that if we tell people something change, someone would… make you see just how wrong I am for you and I don’t think I could take that, Betty,” I finished in a whisper, my voice barely audible as I blinked away tears. She could tear down my walls with one look and it terrified me. Exhilarated me. Suddenly her hands were cradling my cheeks, pulling my face impossibly close to hers.

“You listen to me, Jughead Jones. You are the one that is wonderful and caring and compassionate. The way you have dealt with everything life has thrown at you continues to, and will never not, astound me. And then when you’re with me you’re just you I feel privileged to be the one you share that with.” She paused, her voice choked slightly. My heart ached. “And no one will ever take you away from me,” she ground out, words forceful as a fire blazed behind her eyes.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I lunged forward, capturing her lips with mine in a frenzy. She tasted better than I remembered, even. Our tongues fought in a newfound battle for dominance, surprising us both, but I was putty in her hands as she took my tongue between her full, swollen lips and sucked gently. I let out a low groan, pulling her impossibly close, unable to handle an inch of space between us. My hand slipped beneath her sweater, desperate as a man drowning to feel her skin against mine, to quench the fire growing deep in the pit of my stomach. She hitched her thigh against my hip and my legs almost gave out.

The click of the door latch tore us apart, chests heaving and eyes glazed with lust.

“See, I told you, Kev. Everything’s fine,” Veronica smirked while Kevin just stood with his mouth hanging wide. “P.S. guys, if you’re gonna go full on cliche and get hot and heavy in the janitors closet, you might wanna try making a little less noise,” she quipped with a menacing grin. My eyes shot to Betty’s, her red face looking, I assumed, exactly like my own. We held eye contact for a while before I watched her face crack, doubling over in hysterical laughter. I stared at her in amazement before being unable to follow suit. Veronica was right, I thought as I looked at the joyous wonder in front of me, everything was fine.

“민윤지😍”

…not AU + me just making shit up + don’t take this seriously!!! + rated pg + honestly, i wrote this idea down last night and today we finally got a selca!!! how timely!!! :) (tho you know…different context lol)

the filming felt like it was gonna drag on forever. they’ve been there for 7 hours trying to film a thirty-minute video. the clock strikes five, and finally they’re free, but their next schedule doesn’t start for at least two hours so snacks were due in order, giving the boys some hours of rest before they head off again.

as predicted, jimin drags yoongi away after the director yelled “aaaand cut!” and everyone files out of the room after thanking all the staff. 

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anonymous asked:

you wrote about the teddy bear,i love it! the whole thing was perfect, thank you so much! in my head eliza is The biggest maggie enthusiast ever lol maybe you could write about them taking pictures together (kara, alex and maggie w/ eliza) and later maggie receives an notification and its eliza posting not only the ones with all of them but one with only her with a cute caption (maggies mom probably sees that and get jealous and she can choke looool)

I’m glad you liked it!! And because I love cute Eliza here’s another one for you :))


“Hey girls, how about a picture?” Eliza calls as she wanders down to the beach where Kara and Maggie are watching Alex who’s just finished her early morning surfing session and is padding her way up the sand, Maggie staring at her girlfriend, her toned muscles rippling under her wetsuit, her short hair clinging to her face, falling in love, in love, in love.

“Maggie, do you want to take a picture or do you want to stare at my eldest daughter a bit more?” Eliza teases and Maggie blushes as she grins, shrugging slightly.

“You made a good one there Eliza, you really did,” and Eliza laughs now, sitting down in the sand beside her newest daughter, her soon to be official newest daughter in law if Kara and herself have anything to do with it.

“I know, I did didn’t it?” Eliza smiles, looking fondly at Alex.

“What are you all doing out here it’s early,” Alex states, greeting Maggie with a soft kiss before plonking herself down at her girlfriend’s side.

“Well I like watching you surf Danvers, and Kara here was apparently too excited to be home to sleep and your mom wants us all to take a photo,” Maggie explains and Alex groans, turning to Eliza who is holding her phone out in anticipation.

“Mom no I’m soaking wet,” Alex argues but Eliza is shaking her head.

“No Alexandra, you’ll keep putting this off and I want a picture of me with my girls,” and Alex groans again but she concedes because Eliza is calling them all her girls. Maggie is part of the family now, Maggie is her family.

“Fine, make it quick,” Alex states grumpily and Maggie laughs, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

“Smile for me babe,” she whispers in Alex’s ear and Alex’s lips turn upwards of their own accord.

“Wait! I’ll get the selfie stick so we can all get in it properly,” Kara shouts excitedly and with that she’s gone and come back before any of them can even really process what she’s said, and she’s brandishing the selfie stick and Alex is laughing because honestly this is ridiculous but it’s also perfect. So so perfect; she’d not been this happy back home in Midvale since she was a teenager and she used to come out to the ocean with Jeremiah, watching the waves and reciting poetry alongside chemical reactions.

“Right, which one of you is the best with these things?” Eliza asks and Kara makes a grabby hand gesture as she snatches the phone from Eliza and positions herself in the middle, Eliza to her left, Maggie to her right and Alex next to Maggie.

“Cheese,” Kara grins and Maggie smiles, as does Eliza and Alex is so caught up in this happiness that she can’t help the broad grin that spreads across her face.

Kara takes way too many photos until Eliza is wrestling the phone out of her hands and Maggie is chuckling at the way Kara is pouting, whispering in Alex’s ear how the Danvers pout is a dangerous thing. Alex blushes, interlacing her fingers with Maggie’s. Eliza smiles at her daughter, happy. Happy that Alex is happy, is in love and she can’t help herself; she snaps a few photos of Alex and Maggie together, the best one by far a shot mostly of Maggie, her dark hair flowing softly over her shoulders, the silhouette of Alex’s upper body tucked into her neck, the ghost of a smile playing across her lips. Eliza reminds herself to post the photos to the app Kara had told her about. Insta something…

“Come on girls, I’ve got coffee brewing,” Eliza states, standing up and Kara jumps up, as do Maggie and Alex, the promise of coffee stronger than their desire to laze in the sand all morning.


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theycallmeskizze  asked:

Winteriron Wing au? With lots and lots of fluff and grooming and cuddles and L.O.V.E. please!

The hardest part of your ask was to make a decision on the wings lol. I love WinterIron and I love fluff and I LOVE wings, but there are so many possibilities! There are bird wings, angel wings, insect wings… And I know the grooming part points into the bird direction but just take a moment to imagine Tony with the world’s prettiest butterfly wings, alright? Do you see my problem?? But yeah, I went with bird wings (I think?) because of the grooming part. Hope you like it!


Bucky watches his boyfriend with a frown. There is something off about Tony that he can’t seem to put his finger on and it’s bothering him. He’s gotten quite good at reading Tony’s mood in the different lines of tension across his body, the different angles he’s tilting his head, the twists and curls of the corner of his mouth.

It’s hard to read Tony sometimes because, well. His wings don’t speak. Maybe that’s the wrong word for it, but it’s how Bucky thinks of it in his head. Tony has explained it to him at some point, how the nerve connections to his wings just aren’t working the way they should, how he’s essentially paralysed.

Been born this way, he’d said, his smile a shade too blinding to be a happy one.

And it’s not a big deal nowadays, not like most people can even fly anymore, but where Tony Stark is concerned, everything is a big deal. If Bucky has to listen to one more reporter asking his boyfriend whether his unmoving wings are a sign for the lack of a soul in his body, he is going to murder someone.

It’s true that the lack of instinctive expressiveness in his wings gives Tony an advantage in hiding his emotions–but he feels just as much as everyone else, maybe even more so, considering how hard he always tries to suppress them.

“Everything alright?” Bucky asks after another moment of close scrunity–because no, he still can’t tell what’s bothering him.

“Mhm,” Tony hums back. He’s sitting on the kitchen table, a plate filled with by now cold soup in front of him, napkins covered in schematics covering every free space available. 

Bucky doubts he’s even heard the question, never mind comprehended it. He’s utterly defenceless against the surge of fondness spreading through him at the sight. Steve is right, he really is gone over Tony. He might be embarrassed if he wasn’t so happy.

There.

Bucky freezes because this time, which him staring sappily at Tony’s back, there is no way to miss it. A twitch. Tony’s right wing is twitching.

“Tony?” he asks, alarmed, surprised and confused all in one. 

His tone immediately gains him his boyfriend’s attention at least, who’s now looking at him worriedly, eyes already searching for a problem to fix. “What’s wrong?”

“Your- Your wing,” Bucky stutters, unable to put what he’s seeing into words.

For a moment Tony frowns in confusion before his expression shifts into an annoyed scowl.

“It’s a reflex, happens sometimes when a feather gets stuck or twisted,” he mutters, shoulders raised defensively, “Sorry about that, I know it looks creepy.”

It does, a little bit. Like that time Clint came back from the dentist and half his face was still numb. His smile had been weird and crooked and just plain wrong. But Bucky doesn’t like the way Tony’s avoiding his eyes now, shifting uncomfortably on his chair like he he’s fighting the urge to get up and run.

Besides he knows how annoying it is when his feathers don’t cooperate like they’re supposed to, when everything feels off and itchy–and he knows it’s not the same for Tony who can’t actually feel it, but this? This is something simple, something he knows how to fix.

“Do you have a moment?” he asks before he has a chance to talk himself out of this. When Tony nods, he gently takes his boyfriend’s hand, pulls him to his feet and tugs him towards the spacious living room area.

“What-?” Tony sends him a confused glance over his shoulder, but Bucky just insistently pushes him towards the couch, manoeuvres him around until he’s sitting on the edge of the sofa, with ample room for Bucky behind him.

“’m gonna groom you,” he explains when Tony keeps trying to turn around and face him, places a calming hand on his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“But…why?” 

“What do you mean, why?” Bucky gently trails his hands down Tony’s wings. They really are beautiful. “I know we haven’t done this before, but it’s a thing you do in relationships. Isn’t it?” Heck, even if it’s not, Bucky won’t let that stop him, Tony’s feathers feel wonderful between under his fingers, are strong and bright, and they deserve all the care in the world.

“But I don’t… feel it?” Tony sounds utterly lost now. It makes a burning coil of protective indignation uncurl in Bucky’s chest, because nobody should be that confused by a basic gesture of affection.

“Maybe not,” he agrees, makes an effort to keep his tone light. “But your feathers deserve to be groomed just as much as anyone else’s. And I don’t mind. Unless you don’t want me to?” He adds the last part hesitantly, doesn’t want to pressure Tony into something he isn’t willing to do.

But all the response he gets is a soft “Oh,” as though none of what he’s said has ever occurred to Tony, who slowly relaxes against him.

The next hour is spent peacefully, with Bucky gently working on Tony’s wings, brushing feather after feather, gently cleaning and straightening them. It’s a relaxing, repetitive process that eases some of the tension in Bucky’s own body. He finds the feather that must have been bothering Tony too, the poor thing has been twisted until it was pushing painfully against the sensitive skin underneath. Bucky carefully straightens it out, smiles a little to himself when the twitching promptly stops.

It’s nice, like this. Knowing he’s taking care of Tony in some small, but important way. Makes him feel good about himself, good about knowing he can give Tony something back.

Once he’s done he pulls Tony up and against his chest, where his boyfriend twists and turns for a few moments, before finally settling against Bucky’s side. He’s got a soft smile on his lips, and looks much more relaxed than before, and Bucky can’t do anything except smile back and press a light kiss against Tony’s forehead, his cheeks, his nose.

“’S hot when you’re manhandling me,” Tony slurs, face squashed against Bucky’s chest. And quieter, softer, “Thank you.”

Bucky trails one hand down the side of Tony’s face, then along his right wing, where the colours shimmer beautifully against the late afternoon light.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart,” he whispers back. Watches over his boyfriend as he drifts off, brimming with something warm and affectionate he can’t put into words quite yet.

He’s definitely going to do this again.

wellyfullofale  asked:

Lorna I want to give you all of those writing prompts!! If I must narrow it down to one I'll go with number 6 and Robron 🤗

i hope soppy fluff is what you were looking for tash!! this is set during their trip to wales last year.

things you said under the stars and in the grass

“Liv is out like a light.”

Robert looked up as Aaron spoke, stepping out onto the little patio that adorned the back of the cottage they had rented in Wales for a few days, the view an endless oasis of green fields and farmland, stretching out to the coast, the sound of waves crashing against the rocky shoreline distant, but comforting all the same. 

“She’s knackered, after all that kayaking.” Aaron continued.

Robert looked up at his boyfriend, a bottle of beer halfway to his lips. “It was a good day though, right?” he asked, leaning back in his chair so he could look at Aaron properly.

“I had fun today,” Aaron nodded, resting a hand against the back of Robert’s neck, a bottle of beer in his own hand. “Thank you. For being so good to Liv, y’know? I know she can be a bit of a handful.”

“I told you, if she’s important to you, she’s important to me.” Robert budged up in the small seat, leaving enough space for Aaron to sit down next to him. Every inch of their bodies was touching, knees to shoulders, and it set something in Robert alight as he breathed in everything that was so gorgeously, brilliantly Aaron.

“Still,” Aaron shrugged, pausing with his beer held halfway to his lips. “I appreciate it.”

They sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the peace. The cottage was somewhat secluded, their closest neighbour a few miles up the road, toward the little fishing village they were staying in.

It was quiet, and calm, and everything they needed.

Robert loved it. He’d lived a lot of places, in the ten years since he left Emmerdale - London had been exciting, sure, but he’d always been a country lad at heart, enjoying the peace and quiet far more than he’d ever enjoyed the bright lights and constant noise of the capital.

“I never used to be able to see the stars, when I lived in London.” Robert began, clocking Aaron’s brief confusion immediately.

Robert didn’t really talk about his past, not if he could avoid it.

But he was trying to be better, they were trying to be better, and well - it felt like the right moment didn’t it?

“It was the one thing I always missed about Emmerdale.” Robert continued, gazing at the sky. It was a gorgeous evening, a proper summery end to a summery day, the sky clear. “Being able to see all the stars. I used to love reading about all the constellations, always made me feel like the world was so much bigger than Emmerdale.”

“Bigger and better?” Aaron nudged.

“No,” Robert shook his head. “Just, bigger.”

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anonymous asked:

DEAR FRAN HOW DO YOU DRAW HANDS AND ANATOMY IN GENERAL I NEED HELP

A while ago I made some sort of step by step for how I go about hands, but if it’s about anatomy as a whole I ??? honestly don’t know how to answer?? The most I can tell you is that generally when I sketch a living being I divide the body in main zones and simple shapes first, if it’s a person mostly keeping in mind these ?? and as far as keeping the positions realistic goes I try to visualize the skeleton under it all - it’s pretty easy to notice if something’s too flat or bent at the wrong angle when you keep in mind the bones’ solid shapes imho

But with such a broad question like that when I myself have never really studied anatomy to begin with I can’t give you a better answer than this! I’m really, really sorry o<-<

Anon said:  I just took my phone after I charged it throughout the entire night (100% battery) and scrolled through your entire art tag. I’m done and at 27%. Also I love your art, you’re super super talented! <3 <3

Thank you for liking my stuff that much!!!! But omfg take care of your poor phone’s battery anon haha

Anon said: THERE IS NOTHING RIDICULOUS ABOUT IT I LOVE IT. I absolutely see them doing the things you draw/drew about. That’s the magic of bokuroo lol. I’m so happy that you participated this week T_T <3

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH thank you so so so so much!!!! I’m so happy you liked the strips!!! <3<3<3 they’re still ridiculous tho anon that’s the whole point of the ship for me let’s let them be silly haha

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sims!d*s/ladybug camping trip

so my sims 4 screenshots have been piling up forever, so i’m just gonna drop the camping trip even tho it’s way off from where i last posted

also because these have been sitting on my hard drive since last year:

…and i’d like to get rid of them lmao.

Things to know:

  • Vix and Kou are married, and they have 3 kids: Nolan [teen] and Shiori [child, named for kou’s sis] who came with, and Olivia [nearly young adult] who stayed home cos there wasn’t room on the lot for her lmao. 
  • Adrien and Marinette are dating. They do not know about each other’s identities.
  • Adrien and Kou are best friends, and Shiori has a little girl crush on Adrien. [it was stupidly cute, she would seek him out anytime the fams hung out together lol]
  • Vix and Nino are work buddies [via their musical careers].
  • Nino and Alya are still only close friends but there’s UST 8D

anyway, prepare for action and adventure, drama and danger, love and betrayal lol…and just. lots and lots and lots of pictures under the cut.

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Valentine’s Surprise

A/N: It’s Valentine’s and I’m single so I wrote a fluffy Negan self insert drabble because I deserve to treat myself ;)

Words: 597

Warnings: Negan’s potty mouth

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

“What the…?” I asked myself aloud, looking at the setup before me with a raised eyebrow. Simon had told me that Negan needed to see me in his office, but he was nowhere to be found. Instead I saw Negan’s desk done up like a table in a fancy restaurant; white cloth draped over the desk, candles set up in the middle, and a couple of red roses in water off to the side. As I stepped closer, I saw that there were two plates of spaghetti set across from each other. The scent was just heavenly. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d seen spaghetti that looked half as good.

“There you are baby,” a familiar voice purred. I turned around and saw Negan step back into the office from the other room, wearing his best smile and a tight white t-shirt that showed off how low his jeans hung on his hips. He came over to me with his usual confident stride and brushed his hand against my cheek, tilting my chin up before asking, “You like your Valentine’s Day surprise?”

I blinked. “It’s Valentine’s Day?”

Negan gave me a confused look. “You’re telling me you don’t know the date by heart? I figured you were just being all shy again and didn’t want me to go out of my way for you. Which I fucking did anyways,” he added with a wink.

“What’s the point in remembering a holiday that I never got to celebrate?” I asked. “I’m more of a ‘buy discounted Valentines candy at the store the next day’ kind of girl.”

“Well isn’t it fucking perfect that I decided to be all romantic and shit?” Negan pulled me in closer, urging me to wrap my arms around his waist. “Took me forever to find some decent fucking roses. The spaghetti was easy-peasy though, I could make that that sauce in my sleep.”

“You cook too?” I asked as I smiled up at him. “You’re just full of surprises, aren’t you?”

“Charlotte, baby, I’ve got plenty more surprises where that came from,” he said, his tongue peeking out over his lip as he moved his hips against mine for good measure.

“Easy cowboy,” I chuckled as a light blush crawled up my cheeks. “You can’t just turn from romantic to horny in five seconds. Let’s eat first and see where it takes us.”

“Mmm, so we can make out with spaghetti breath afterwards. My kinda girl,” he teased as I rolled my eyes.

Before I could make a comeback, Negan suddenly reached into his back pocket and pulled out something I never thought I’d see again. I held the orange packaging tenderly in my hands, afraid I’d start drooling at any minute. It was a pack of Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

“Told you I had more surprises. They aren’t in heart shapes or anything but I figured it’d do,” Negan said, grinning down at me. I stood on my tip toes and reached around his neck to pull him down to me. I gently pressed my lips into his and we stood there for a moment, his hands wrapped around my waist and my hands gently running through his hair. When I stepped back, Negan gave me a quick smirk and asked, “Now who’s the horny one?”

I shoved his chest playfully before turning back to the table, trying to hide my blush. For once, I was actually excited to celebrate Valentine’s Day.


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THE COUNCIL MEMBER PROFILE - TAEHYUNG

NAME:Kim Taehyung

NICKNAME(S): V, TaeTae, Lure

DOB: December 30th 1995

PLACE OF BIRTH: Daegu, South Korea

ROLE:Assassin, interrogation (sometimes)

Kim Taehyung grew up in a happy family; he, his parents and his younger sister and brother were all close and generally jovial - anyone would think they were a normal family. But after his mother got involved in some shady business at work one day the whole family was assassinated - apart from 7 year old Tae who’d been staying over at a friend’s house at the time. Traumatised and developing terrible psychosis, Taehyung had no choice but to go live with his grandmother who was verbally degrading but cared for him a lot. Often she’d tell him stories about his grandfather and the war in which he died, which inspired him yet further fueled the revenge-seeking flame that burned strongly within him since his family’s murder. One day whilst cleaning the attic he found photos and medals and everything his grandmother had told him about - and his grandfather’s old military uniform complete with two guns; an old, pretty dusty handgun and a rifle. One had half a magazine still in and one contained three bullets, and he found even more in a small box nearby. Taehyung quickly hid all of it in his room and waited for the moment that afternoon when his grandmother was taking a nap before taking the bullets, guns and the matching silencers he’d also discovered as well as 2 empty tin cans from the trash. He headed for a secluded glade near the house and set the tin on a log before practising some shots from different angles and distances, getting used to the feel of the guns; though through doing this he realised he was a pretty good shot with good aim. He continued practicing, his sole goal being to avenge his parents. His grandmother was none the wiser, nor was anybody else, and at Namjoon’s school he was a popular football player scoring high grades in all his classes and donning good looks and a humorous personality to boot. One day whilst taking files from his teacher to Namjoon he overheard the leader and Yoongi talking, hearing details of the organisation he probably shouldn’t have. When left alone with Namjoon he mentioned it and displayed an interest, offering to take him to the glade as to showcase his talent with a gun. Instead Namjoon took him to his training facility, making sure the doors were barricaded so he could shoot Taehyung if he needed to, but even he couldn’t deny the kid had an amazing ability. After being initiated he also found he had another talent besides assassination - with his innocent countenance and boyish charm he could lure any target he needed to an appropriate spot to be killed. This also proved useful in interrogation; people of all genders had trouble keeping quiet with Taehyung around.

Despite having psychosis and bipolar type II disorder he’s a good fighter, known to carry a baseball bat marked with his name, a blade that doubles as a brass knuckle given to him by Yoongi for his first birthday with the gang and the rifle he found at his grandmother’s. He’s also a good friend to the others, often mediating when any of them fight and listening to their problems. He’s closest to Hoseok and they often play cards or rather dangerous shooting games together - you wouldn’t look at them together and think they’re partners in a gang. He has a slight obsession with yellow fruits, sometimes hears voices that generally tell him to kill certain people and spends a lot of time in a hypomania state. The others have noticed that when he’s in such a state of mind he’s more ruthless, and he’s known to don a very blank expression as he eliminates his target. Getting his jobs done efficiently and trying to hide his mental troubles from his grandmother Kim Taehyung is a real wildcard, but he’s loyal and loves the gang like a family.


Hope you all like this one I don’t think I worded it as well as I could lol ^^;;

-Admin Belle