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saved by the bell meme [½ otps]: Zack & Lisa

let me reiterate this in a separate post: the petals to the metal elevator sequence is PROBABLY my favorite scene in TAZ, followed by Arms Outstretched, and the two scenes are, incidentally, exact beautiful mirrors of each other. In the first, magnus the protector grabs taako and prevents him from falling with his strength alone, merle grabs onto taako to stop himself from falling, above them is an inter-dimensional portal that they are climbing towards. Merle climbs up, taako casts blink, etc. Getting out of that precarious situation is not exactly their best example of team effort. In the second, magnus loses his role as protector and TAAKO grabs HIM and prevents him from falling with his own strength, and merle once again grabs taako, with magic this time, which he didn’t use in the earlier scene and is established to be self-conscious about, and this time it’s not out of instinctual self-preservation, it’s to save his two friends, and this time they are pulling themselves AWAY from another dimension, back to this plane. The spell Taako casts is VERY similar to blink except is more helpful to the others instead of saving his own skin. Merle could have easily not participated, but he ensures they get back safe. And Magnus who is unafraid of death is forced to do nothing but be saved. Had these scenes appeared in anything other than an improvisational DnD podcast, they would have been written with that mirroring intent, but because they ARE in an improvisational DnD podcast YEARS apart from each other, they are just an accidental parallel and that makes it even more beautiful and i could talk about it forever but i have to leave this wendy’s now, anyway i love the boys bye.

Aries: Your good with advice, just learn to find your voice. Your voice and opinion is so valid. Just learn to be loud
Taurus: The future you and the past you may clash. But know that the demons can come roaring back. And when they do, your friends are here.
Gemini: for all the times you got hurt, I’m sorry, even if they never said it. You deserved so much better than this
Cancer: Let the past be the past. Even with the nightmares. Sometimes letting go is all you can do.
Leo: Forgive who you use to be. You can’t spend forever hating yourself and your past actions.
Virgo: You can’t always fight every battle. You have to pick and chose my dear.
Libra: never be afraid to put yourself first. To grow into the person you want to be.
Scorpio: growing is worth every second of agony. I promise you, you need to grow to recover.
Sagittarius: Be happy with the miles you’ve covered because they are so good. And I am so proud of you.
Capricorn: Let the scars you once had heal over because reopening them will only make you bleed more.
Aquarius: Before you save anyone else learn to save yourself. You can’t rescue everyone.
Pisces: You’ve outgrown the small town we use to call home. Time to spread your wings and fly.
—  This weeks horoscope
a softer world sentence starters.
  • ❛ some people are so good at disappearing that you start to doubt your memories that they were ever there. ❜ 
  • ❛ how do you say goodbye to someone who was never there? ❜
  • ❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜
  • ❛ there are some people who believe a photo captures their soul. ❜
  • ❛ if you love something let it go. ❜
  • ❛ you were not the first, you will not be the last. ❜
  • ❛ there are some secrets i will take to my grave, but i don’t want loving you to be one of them. ❜
  • ❛ you can still back out before anyone gets hurt. ❜
  • ❛ i said i’d love you forever, and really meant it at the time. i guess that’s my problem. ❜
  • ❛ kindness won’t save anyone. ❜
  • ❛ for a long time i thought i deserved better. but the truth is we both deserve better than this. ❜
  • ❛ i wish there was a word that meant “goodbye” for someone who was already gone. ❜
  • ❛ i never meant to hurt you. you have to believe me. ❜
  • ❛ we’ll always have yesterday. ❜
  • ❛ hope softens the rough edge of every promise. ❜
  • ❛ love is stupid. happiness is admitting we aren’t better than stupid. ❜
  • ❛ you can’t always want what you get. ❜
  • ❛ i wish i had a dollar for every dollar’s worth of work i did. ❜
  • ❛ we are empty inside and hollow. hoping something sweet will make its nest in us. ❜
  • ❛ we’re too far from help. ❜
  • ❛ monsters are even more scary when you see them afraid. ❜
  • ❛ we carry our own loneliness with us. ❜ 
  • ❛ fake happiness beats genuine misery. ❜
  • ❛ they always trust me to be someone who i don’t even want to be. ❜
  • ❛ i cannot see where i want to go, only that i want the going.❜
  • ❛ you are never here. you are always almost there. ❜
  • ❛ you and me will die the way we lived, telling ourselves stories to make it mean something. ❜

The other thing I want to talk about with regards to Homecoming is…bare with me…Peter is objectively not a good Superhero ™ yet.

He does not win a single fight he’s in. He can’t figure out his super suit. Donald Glover gives the perfect reaction to Peter’s skills on the job.

Like, Peter was clearly supposed to, at some point, get training if he was going to engage in the higher levels of combat the suit functions were clearly meant for. Right now his primary skill set is legitimately stopping bike robberies and webbing up criminals.

Because Peter is a non-combat trained teenager. He is legitimately not ready for the big stage. Like, I’m sure there are people whining and moaning about Tony holding him back, and Peter was in that boat for a while too, but Peter is objectively in over his head again and again.

But you know what Peter had going for him? Incredibly personal fortitude and the absolute need to do the right thing.

Peter’s greatest, most pure win (in the sense of it’s absolutely a victory in the classic superhero way) is when there is no explicit enemy, when he is giving everything he has to save people. It’s not a fight, it’s a rescue mission, and Peter gives it his all and then some and succeeds with aplomb.

Peter does not kill anyone. He’s actively offended by having the option to do so. He makes deliberate choices not to kill people. And, at the very end, he could have let his enemy’s hubris kill him and therefore “win” the fight. After all, he’d essentially just gotten the crap kicked out of him. Peter had clearly lost to the Vulute by that point. Instead, Peter saves him. That’s such a pure, beautiful goodness that I want my superheroes to have.

(Forever bitter that they cut Tony trying to save Obadiah from IM1, but this isn’t the post for parallels. Just know…I totally consider them there).

And Peter…god, that scene. Things get rough, and Peter reaches into himself and finds something incredible. He does not give up. He overcomes.

This is a movie about a pretty mediocre teenage superhero in all of those combat-related ways, except we as an audience go on a journey to realize that while, yes, those skills are critical to being a superhero, they’re not what makes a superhero at all.

Tony, the futurist, looks at Peter like he’s the future, and it’s not hard to see why. With time and training, Peter easily has the potential to be the best out of all of them, combined, a hundred times over.

And I love that so much.

Every Possible Past

Lars sat with his knees pulled close to his body, leaning against the rough-hewn surface of the kindergarten wall. He trailed his finger through the thin coating of dirt on the rockbed floor. He drew distracted shapes and wrote out words and names in the dirt, all of which he wiped clean and started anew, his brow furrowed.

Pad watched from behind. Unseeable, her eye flickered between Lars and the drawings in the dirt. She picked up the hem of her dress and moved to his side, sitting down with only a few inches of space between them. Lars said nothing. Pad didn’t either, for a while.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Me? Nothing,” Lars muttered. He erased a smiling sun and started anew. “Thinking.”

“…About?” Pad asked after a moment of hesitation.

“Stuff,” he answered. He picked his hand up from the dirt, seemingly lost for what to do. “Like, about this. Here.” Lars motioned to the rock walls stretching too high to measure, filtering through just enough light to see the rock dust trailing through the air, large and enveloping. “Where I’m stuck. Forever, maybe. And I’m thinking about if just…if I coulda avoided any of this if I’d just stopped being a coward sooner. That ‘stuff’.”

“Oh,” Pad answered. She stuck her own finger in the dirt, tracing squiggles. “No, you couldn’t have. You don’t have to worry about that.”

Lars blinked. “I didn’t even explain.”

“You’re concerned that your fate may have been avoided if you had helped Steven escape from Topaz sooner.” Pad added her own smiley face among the squiggles in the dirt. “Or perhaps if you had saved your blond friend on the ship when Aquamarine and Topaz descended upon you.”

Lars straightened, back against the stone wall. Then he pushed himself standing. “How do you know this stuff?”

Pad paused, her finger trailing midway through the dust. “Oh. Oh of course. My future vision is broken. It can only see the past.”

“So you can see…what, everything that happened?”

“And everything that might have happened. Like an endless tree.” She stood, and dusted herself off. “Most Sapphires can see all the possible things that might happen. I can only see the things that might have happened.”

Lars swallowed, and he stammered, and slowly he found the words. “The things that might have happened.”

“Yes.”

“So you can tell me what would have happened to me if I’d done this differently.”

“Oh, yes!”

“What would have happened if uh…what if I had helped Sadie when she needed help on the ship?”

Pad remained silent for a few seconds. A hollow wind blew through the caverns. “Ah yes, I see that vision now. You would have plummeted into the water with all the human others. And Steven would have vanished on the ship. You would have returned solemnly to your home. The next morning, you would have entered into a building with a large ring on the top.”

“The Big Donut.”

“Yes. That’s what the sign would have said.”

“What about Sadie?”

Another few seconds of silence. Pad clasped her hands together. “She would be there too. But you would not speak much with her. The disappearance of Steven would have left you both in turmoil.”

Lars wrung his hands together. “Okay… okay okay. That would have happened a couple days ago, yeah? What would be happening right now? If I was home? Where would I be?”

Pad shook her head. “Oh. I can’t see the possible presents.”

Lars licked his lips. Then he nodded. “Okay so…if I asked you tomorrow, would you be able to tell me what would have happened today? If I never left home?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, I would be able to tell you that.”

“Okay. Okay then.” Lars leaned against the wall, sinking slowly down it. He patted the dusty ground beside him. “If you’ve got some time now. Then could you tell me what um—if I had gotten off that ship, and stayed home—what would I have done yesterday?”

Pad picked up the hem of her dress and dropped into the offered spot. She fell silent a few moments before her mouth opened. “You would have returned to your place of work once more—the Big Donut. And you would have spoken to Sadie. She would have been difficult to console, as would you, but you would have triumphed eventually. She would have laughed at a humorous remark you found from the internet. This would have made you proud.”

Ten years pass quickly for Gems, not so much for humans. Lars wasn’t sure how these last ten years had passed for him, slow and fast at the same time. His physical body has not changed much, though his hair has grown much longer.

Lars leaned his back against the rough stone wall, free of dust now, and he waited for Pad to appear by his side.

When she did, Lars sunk to the ground, knees against his chest, and patted the same spot as always—as he did every day—for Pad to sit.

“So…tell me about yesterday. If I had stayed home, what would have happened yesterday?” Lars asked with urgency. It was the same question he had asked every day of the last ten years, but he was anxious now. He knew what might occur.

Pad smiled. She clasped her hands together. “You would have taken Sadie out to a food place along the beach. It would have been the one she told you she loved as a small human. And you would have taken that polished and cut stone out of your pocket, in the soft black box, and you would have presented it to her. You would have lowered yourself onto one knee first, and unfurled the box, and said, ‘Sadie, would you marry me?’”

Lars’s heart pounded in his ears. He swallowed dryly, leaning in. “What would she have said?”

“She would have said ‘Of course Lars. Of course.’”

Lars let out a strained breath, a noise of relief, or perhaps disbelief. He blinked harder, and leaned back against the wall, and traced his hand through the dirt. “Oh my god… Oh my god she would have said yes. She would have said yes.”

“Yes, she would have,” Pad answered.

The noise Lars made was soft, and wet, and it echoed out. Bouncing against the vast and dark heights of the kindergarten walls, absorbed and deflected in the cold hollow shells of Gems long extracted. And then it was lost to the cavern, that isolated and dark sealed off place. Inescapable.

A hollow wind replaced it.

Lars’s hand traced the shape of a heart in the dust, and the small strained noises from his throat dried up until only tears leaked down his cheeks. His hand stopped once it trembled too hard to trace anything more.

A few things about Andrew Minyard,,

- he makes other people tie his shoelaces for him
- hes a blanket monster, doesn’t even leave Neil the sheet ok, poor kid has to sleep in sweatpants and a hoodie in the winter
- secretly does a lot of research about it and only buys the best quality food for the cats
- he’s the only person in his apartment building that ever buys girls scout cookies but he always buys enough to make it worth their time stopping by, he has like 20 boxes of thin mints stashed in the freezer at all times
- he uses an electric toothbrush but it’s like a cheap ninja turtles one from target
- cooks and cleans but DOES NOT do dishes, he will literally let them pile up to the ceiling and then when there’s none left that are clean, if no one else does them, he’ll just throw them all away and go buy new ones
- (eventually they discover paper plates and plastic silverware)
- hates horror movies (not because they’re scary, it’s because they’re predictable)
- Neil is the first person (besides Andrew) to realize Andrew needs reading glasses, and he makes him get some and Andrew carries them with him all the time but only uses them when he absolutely has to
- “I dont need glasses, i dont want to see your ugly face”
- “shut up and try them on or I’m selling the car and buying a minivan.”
- he only does autographs for his kid fans
- once he gets on his pro team people (kevin and nicky) keep pushing him to dress in more colors instead of just black all the time so he gets a bunch of neon armbands and wears a different set every day,, hot pink,, lime green,, fucking yellow, obscenely bright orange,,, other than that his wardrobe doesn’t change
- learned how to sew when he was younger because none of his clothes ever fit right and he always has to make adjustments
- has a savings account that he puts money into every chance he gets and whenever neil asks about it he pulls these random excuses out of his ass (“it’s for candy”, “I’m gonna hire someone to hide your body after I kill you”, “I almost have enough to buy out Exites so that I can shut it down permanently") but it’s actually for the foxes’ kids

Free! Novelize Chapter 6: It’s Meaningless Without You

I cannot impart to you the miracle that happened for me to get this to you. It’s actually been ready for a couple weeks, but I haven’t had the time to type it up. SO before we begin, a couple notes:

-I apologize for the blatant irreverence for verb tense; it switches from present to past and back again. So I tried to leave it as similar as possible so it can drive all of you crazy too I apologize for that in advance.

-Also again with the spacing, practically everything has its own paragraph in the book.

-‘Dice Talk’ is literally what the phonetic vocabulary word is for the dice game in the chapter.

-There are a couple lines it is a bit hard to tell who is talking without seeing their speech pattern, so I added the first letter of their name in a bracket after the line just as an aid.

-And finally, the Japanese language frequently doesn’t believe in periods, causing a lot of run on sentences. I adjusted accordingly, but if anything seems overly long, that’s why.

Now then:

Chapter 6: It’s Meaningless Without You

~Haru’s Point of View~

It’s meaningless without you.

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now.

The truth is I don’t think anyone really enjoys sleeping alone. I don’t think you’re just another warm body that’ll fight off loneliness and the cold. You are so much more to me. I know, I know. It’s cliché, but that’s life. We are born. We live a little. And then we die. What we do in between is all up to us. This is how my heart operates. I only know how to love one way. All or nothing. If you crave attention, you can have it. If you’re having a bad day, cheesy jokes incoming. If you’re lost, I’ll hold your hands. If you’re angry, let’s get ice cream. I have an addictive personality, so in a sense, I’ll never be able to get enough of you. If you can’t sleep, I’ll hold you. I know that a part of your life is plagued by a lie. Dishonest people die twice– once when the words come out of your mouth and another when the truth finally shows up naked. I’m going to be honest with you. I do plenty of talking about love, but I’m truly afraid of it. Love is like a free meal– there’s always a catch. I have not seen forever make it yet. I haven’t. So when I pray, I pray for the stars. Maybe they’ll be able to save stomach butterflies. I don’t know if I’ll be able to love you until forever, maybe it’s because young love smothered the naive boy inside of my brain. Maybe I’ve finally had enough of heartache. It matters not about the why. I know about the distant when. Today, I love you. Today, I know you. Today, I need you. Today, I want you. Today, I read you. Today, I write you. Yesterday is long gone. Tomorrow can fucking wait, because today, I fucking love you. That makes this very letter special. I disowned all logic of time. The past has passed. The future is a four- way stop, each path is ripped apart by a wormhole that’ll take you back to the now. Today, you’ll make the decisions. The past died so that the present can grow into the future. In this relationship with you, I abandon all knowledge of what is in exchange for an adventure composed of art, music and poetry. And if my life is cut short by tomorrow morning… at least I made a conscious decision to love you enough today, so that we’ll always be in the now. I am afraid of love, but when I see your smile– I remember why I fell in love in the first place.

Perfect Strangers (Part 5): Back Against the Door

Title:  Perfect Strangers (Part 5): Back Against the Door

Author:  @captain-rogers-beard

Summary:  Bucky Barnes is the consummate ladies man, a different girl every night, no lasting relationships. You are a painfully shy bookworm terrified of getting involved with someone for fear of getting hurt. When the two of you literally run into each other, sparks fly.

Sequel to Three’s Company

Master Post

Characters:  Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, Steve Rogers

Word Count:  2293  

Warnings: mild language, angst

Author’s Notes: Thank you to @star-spangled-man-with-a-plan and @climbthatmooselikeatree for your invaluable help and contributions.

***My work is not to be posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

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reasons why you should read “of fire and stars”
  • gay princesses!!!! that should say it all tbh this list doesn’t even need to continue but i will anyways because of how much i love this book
  • one of the princesses (Denna) is conventional, proper, has been betrothed to a prince since she was a child
  • the other princess (Mare) is unconventional- loves horses and spends her days in the stables instead of attending to royal duties. super sarcastic and always mouths off, especially to her brother (who is marrying Denna). i love her tbh 
  • denna falls in love with mare instead of the prince, who she is engaged to!! honestly it’s. classic
  • slow burn wlw romance that we Deserve
  • hate to love relationship (or more accurately, hate to friendship to love)
  • it’s actually written by a woman who is married to another woman!!! (not sure what her sexual orientation is but!)
  • there’s a scene where denna sees mare in a gown for the first time and it was the cutest shit ever
  • just a lot of cute fluffy stuff in general scattered through the whole thing
  • denna’s fire affinity and using fire as a metaphor for how denna feels for mare !!!
  • the whole “my dress is stuck can you help me unlace it” trope
  • the scenes where the finally kiss/sleep together are so pure and well written and i felt some type of way, bye
  • the whole forbidden romance aspect….. having said romance discovered and them being kept away from each other…… meeting in secret……. how could u not want that angsty shit
  • princesses saving each other!!!
  • they don’t die at the end
  • happily ever after. gay princesses together forever

anonymous asked:

Sooo... I'm sorry to ask this, I know you are so busy, and don't need to do If you can't, okay?! You're too much important! But, well... I can request a SoulMate!AU Bakushima...? Like, with the string-things, or that of the birthmark, you know? I really love your scenarios, really! I hope you get well, <3

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND

I LIVE FOR SOULMATE AUS!!!!

I’ll write for you as long as I can! I can’t guarantee I’ll be fast about it but I’ll do my best!!

Also I wrote one here a while ago;) and I’ve had a wip of another one saved for like forever so I decided to finish

They say that you just know that they’re your soulmate when you see the tattoo.

Many people who don’t believe in soulmates or who are too afraid to find theirs or for some other reason covered up their tattoo at all times to prevent ever finding their other half. However, a majority of the population kept theirs uncovered.

Kirishima never hid his soulmark. Why would he? He was extremely proud to have a soulmate and wanted to show them off to the world. You know, if he ever found them. And he desperately wanted to find them, which was half of the reason for designing a topless hero costume. That way, he could proudly show the world the tattoo that he was given at birth.

He touched the grenade that rested over his ribs, fingers tracing over the explosion that was the backdrop, smiling softly as he thought of his soulmate. What kind of person was his soulmate for him to have such a design on his body? Mina once told him that they must have an explosive personality, to which he just laughed and rolled his eyes.

His hand lingered on the ink for a second longer before he put his uniform shirt on, buttoning it up and straightening out the wrinkles. He tied his tie and put his jacket on before looking at himself in the mirror. With a final glance, he smiled at his reflection before grabbing his bag, running down the stairs and out the door, excitedly bidding farewell to his parents.

The walk itself was uneventful but Kirishima’s mood was sky high. After all, he was about to start his first day in the UA hero course. Who wouldn’t be excited about that?

The closer he got to campus, the more excited he became. As he approached the gate, he heard a loud, excited shrill followed by footsteps rapidly approaching him. He turned just in time to see Mina run at him before she launched herself into his arms. Kirishima caught her, arms wrapping around her waist as hers wrapped around his neck, spinning her around. After a few seconds of excited screaming, earning them some strange looks from the other students, Kirishima set her down. They continued to talk as they walked to class together.

“Ah! I’m so glad we’re in the same class Kiri! Oh! Do you think our soulmates are gonna be there too? How awesome would that be if they were! Our soulmates could be potential pro heroes too!”

“Man that would be pretty cool!” His hand reflexively went to his ribs as he saw Mina bring her wrist up to look at her own soulmark that she’s had since birth. Thoughts of their soulmates disappeared when they entered their classroom, excitement returning full force as the day started.

The first half of classes went by pretty uneventful, though there were some interesting people around. The main one that stood out to Kirishima was the angry blonde kid in the back of the class. He was loud, vulgar, and just plain rude in general but for some reason, Kirishima thought it was funny and kind of adorable. What shocked him, though, was that he seemed to quiet down as soon as lectures started and actively paid attention to class.

At some point, he found out that the loud, angry, attractive guy was none other than Bakugou Katsuki, the top student in class. Immediately, Kirishima was even more impressed, and also confused as to when he started to mentally call Bakugou “attractive”.

Lunch came and he immediately found Mina, who had introduced him to two other people in their class, Sero and Kaminari, who he just clicked with. He talked to them as they walked to the lunchroom and decided to sit together. While they were eating, however, Kirishima started to zone out and apparently started staring at Bakugou, who was sitting at the other end of the table. He snapped out of it when he saw red eyes stare back at him. Kirishima smiled and waved over at him but only received a scowl in return before the blonde turned away from him, the tips of his ears dusted pink.

“Dude, don’t even try. That guy doesn’t seem like he’d get along with anyone,” Kaminari told Kirishima, the other two agreeing with him.

“Hm, doesn’t hurt to try though. Plus the dude is top in the class so he must be pretty good at everything.”

“Yeah, except being nice to people.” Kirishima just shrugged and changed the topic, asking Kaminari and Sero about their pasts.

After lunch came training and, unfortunately, they couldn’t wear their hero costumes yet. Instead, they had to wear their gym uniforms. As Kirishima was changing, he felt someone lift his arm up and touch his soulmark.

“Bro! That’s such a cool mark!” Kaminari proclaimed, pulling Sero over to look at it too. He just scratched the back of his neck sheepishly as they looked at the details of his tattoo.

“You know, they say the more detailed the mark, the stronger bond you have with your soulmate and, damn Kiri, your mark is pretty detailed.”

“You’re right, Kami, his even has shading!” Sero pointed out.

“I wonder what the grenade means though.”

Before Kirishima could open his mouth to say something, he heard a locker slam and Bakugou to storm out of the locker room, scowling. The three exchanged looks before shrugging and finished getting dressed to start their training.

Throughout the quirk assessment, Kirishima couldn’t help but watch his classmate, all of whom were extremely strong. However, his mind kept wandering to Bakugou and how he was especially talented and seemed to have complete control over his quirk. It also seemed eerily familiar, which was a weird thought to have but just shrugged it off to him just being even more impressed with how cool and manly the other is.

He made it a point to catch up to Bakugou on their way to the locker room, trying to be friendly.

“Your quirk is so cool dude! It’s super strong and flashy! I bet you’ll get plenty of offers after graduation with a quirk that useful!”

“I know. Now get the fuck away, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou opened his locker door in Kirishima’s face, scowling at the other before turning to lift his shirt over his head. As Kirishima was about to walk away, he caught a glimpse of something red on the other’s side. Curiosity got the better of him as he paused and looked at the color longer.

What he saw was a tattoo of a red, sleeping dragon settled on his ribs, scales and other features drawn in incredible detail, the shading expertly done. Kirishima felt as if his breath was knocked out of his lungs, barely able to stop his hand from reaching out to touch the ink. He felt a strong pull towards the tattoo. Kirishima snapped out of his trance when Bakugou’s arm lowered to his side, covering up the mark.

“What the fuck are you staring at? Are you a fucking perv on top of being an obnoxious asshole?”

Kirishima couldn’t speak, instead slowly lifting up the left side of his shirt, revealing his own mark. Bakugou’s gaze went down before he two froze, just staring at the mark, eyes blown wide in shock. Eventually, he looked back up, face expressionless. Kirishima managed a shaky smile while the other scowled again.

“Well, shit.”

A year later and Kirishima was nuzzled into Bakugou’s side, both shirtless. Kirishima was tracing the dragon on his side, following the curves with his fingertips.

“You know, Mina was right.”

“Hm?”

“She said that my soulmate had an explosive personality since their mark was a grenade.” He looked up and chuckled. “I say that describes you pretty well.”

Bakugou went silent for a moment, his arm pausing from where it was rubbing circles on Kirishima’s bicep. “My mom used to tell me that dragons symbolized protection and support and strength.” He looked down at the redhead. “I’d say that’s pretty accurate too.”

anonymous asked:

can you get rid of someone for me

Rick looked up from his paperwork, raising an eyebrow. “What?”

You leaned against the doorway of the study, the varnished wood cold on your bare shoulder. One of the windows behind him was open, and the night air came in a breeze that danced over your skin, giving you goosebumps.

You swallowed, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. “Can you? Can you get rid of someone for me?”

“Why are you awake?” Rick looked back down, shuffling documents around before typing something at his laptop. His fingers flew over the keys, eyes darting between you and the screen. “It’s late. Go– go back to bed.”

“Is that a no?”

Rick heaved out a sigh. Though he had been giving you the barest amount of attention he could afford, he couldn’t ignore you away any more. Slumping back in his chair, he crossed his arms, looking you up and down.

“Wh-what do you mean? Like protect someone? Hide their existence from police? Make a new identity?” He rolled his chair forward, the wheels sliding on the hardwood. “Y-you got a friend in trouble?”

“No.” You stepped forward, back straightened. “I mean, can you get rid of someone.

You let the words sink in, watching the realization come to his eyes. He stood, pushing the chair back and walking around the desk. His footsteps were soft, quiet, and he came to stand in front of you. You felt his fingers under your chin, and looked up at him, his voice low, soft, dangerous.

“Is someone hurting you?”

You said nothing.

Rick clicked his tongue, sauntering around you in a circle. He was predatory, angular, and though you knew it wasn’t meant for you, your heart raced with fear.

He stopped, standing behind you. You felt warmth radiating from his body, his arms wrapping around you. His lips pressed into you neck, and another breeze came in, rustling the papers on his desk.

He murmured. “How long?”

Kissing your neck, his breath felt warm on your skin. Rocking you from side to side, you were intoxicated with the scent of him.

You let out a breath. “For– forever.”

Rick stopped moving, though you still felt him nuzzle into your shoulder. He hummed, as if in thought, the noise muffled. Raising his head, he dropped his arms to his sides, walking back over to his desk as if nothing had happened.

“That will be– expensive.”

“How much?”

“A lot.”

“I’ll pay it.”

Rick chuckled. “W-with whose money, b-baby?

You looked at the ground. “I don’t know, I have some stuff in savings– I did have a life outside of you-”

Rick waved his hand, and you stopped speaking. He leaned back in his chair, the lazy ease back in his grin, feet propped up on the desk.

“Listen, b-baby, I can do it. You belong to me now, your problems are therefore my problems. It– it doesn’t matter how much, because I’ll deal with it. The only question is-” he raised a hand, looking at you. “-if you’re ready to deal with the consequences. Are you ready to be responsible for that?”

You nodded.

“Then it’s done.” He smiled. “See? Easy.”

You folded your arms, unsure of what to do. “Th-thank you… Rick.”

He waved you off, picking up a folder from the side of the desk and flipping through it. “Don’t– don’t worry about it. I’ll get further details from you in the morning. Now go back to bed.”

And just like that, he was gone, his mind shooting off to some other issue or calculation. As you stood in the centre of the room, it was as if you weren’t even there. Though he was right in front of you, it seemed like a wall had been thrown up again, leaving you completely on the outside. He was cold, efficient, and for the briefest of moments, you had been his entire world.

You left the study, turning back to look at him.

“Goodnight, Rick.”

“Goodnight.”

Even if  

they call you

A TRAITOR

Or say you’re evil

Claim you’re heartless or mad

or even if you say

you’re unwanted

unneeded

or unloved

I

will

Always

ALWAYS

and forever

accept and

love you, Goro Akechi

L I S T E N

I will forever stand by Draco.

He was a boy.

Who had to act like a man and make decisions which would impact upon everyone around him and threaten his life and the life of his friends and family.

He didn’t really hate Harry.

He saved his life.

He was a bully, I know he was but he wasn’t a bad person.

He made bad choices because he didn’t have many and the ones he did have were influenced by fear.

He came from a family of riches but they lacked the love and connection other families had.

In a way, he’s kind of like Harry.

Just battling the war on a different side.

And never forget, once all that was over, he aimed to be the best father in the world.

Despite what he has done and where he came from, he is an amazing character and I love him so much.

mundanaveraherondale  asked:

Hi, Cassie !!! Love you and your books, I kept thinking about this phrase of yours about Jace and Clary: They are also dating the Lord of Shadows. An epic love also has epic problems and one of the reasons why the characters appear still in the story is happening because they do not have a happy ending because they do not have an end yet. My Question, will we see the happy ending in the Lord of Shadows? Please, I ask you to respond !!!! I love forever!

No, because Lord of Shadows isn’t the ending of the Shadowhunter Chronicles.  If I gave Clary and Jace a happy ending in it, it means I’d have to get rid of them for the rest of the next four books (Queen of Air and Darkness, and the three TWP books.) They would have to be on a special assignment to Outer Space and only come back to either find that the world had been saved or was now a pile of smoking rubble. And that doesn’t seem very heroic for two heroes. :) To me, ending means: goodbye, there are no more books, at least no more books with these characters in them. So try to be happy it isn’t good-bye, at least!

Keyleth *boyfriend dies and then comes back with a ticking clock meaning she’s going to lose him again forever apparently this time and soon*

Keyleth *has to alter her entire belief system in like 2 days to save the world*

Keyleth *meets the future version of herself that she fears the most, like it’s literally the nightmare she had with the earth ashari and it’s why she pushed Vax away for so long*

Keyleth *just thought she’d have to kill a kindish old gnome*

Keyleth *finds out Vex and Percy got married without telling anyone (vex having made vax promise not to do that exact thing even tho i doubt keyleth knows that) literally minutes after having to face all her fear and grief in literally less than an hour*

…..i don’t think anyone can be expected to have the greatest grasp of their emotions at this time ok thanks

Pins and Needles (Negan x Female)

Summary: She’s always been invisible to Negan, but when she agrees to become his wife to get medication to control her pain, she sets out to make him finally see her.

Characters: Negan x Female

Word Count: 3,871

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Fluff and Swearing

Author’s Note: This fic was requested by @dicktator who sent:

I was wondering if I could get a fic with Negan x Chronic pain /fibromyalgia sufferer? I suffer fibromyalgia, and I haven’t found many fics I can relate in that aspect. Can be whatever you want, smut, fluff, whatever!

Okay so I didn’t know that much about fibromyalgia before writing this fic, but I love a challenge! I did some research, and I hope this turned out okay. I had a ton of fun writing it and learned a lot! @dicktator if this isn’t to your liking or it’s not accurate please let me know and I will write you another fic.

Thanks a bunch to @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and @ashzombie13 for being my beta readers!

I am always happy to hear what you think! Shoot me a message and tell me what you thought!

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

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