i have no idea if i can do the rest but thought i'd do something for this one

anonymous asked:

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What are you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

“Really?  Yes?”

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

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

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

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

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

10 Things I Wish I'd Been Told Before Having My Phalloplasty

Full disclosure: I’ve just had radial forearm phalloplasty with Dr. Crane’s surgery team this past June 17th. Mine was done with urethral lengthening, no vaginectomy, no scrotoplasty, no rods, and without top surgery or testosterone beforehand due to me-specific medical complications. I don’t claim my experience to be universal.

Would I change my mind now, 12 days post-op? HELL NO, haha. And yet, I’ve never heard anyone mention the facts listed below when I was researching online.

If I can help just one person preparing for or considering this procedure sleep a little easier from having a better idea what to expect, that’s all I’m after. :3

Here we go!

1.) YOU WILL SMELL HIDEOUS FOR MANY, MANY DAYS. Which is okay! Nobody should be judging you for this. You’ll have just had whole parts of your body moved around; you’re gonna have enough on your plate. But you’ll have six days in your hospital bed go by without a single shower, just occasional wet-wipe pad rub-downs– and then you’re not allowed to take one once you get out for another ten days, either. It becomes a sort of Zen stank, your scent lofting to the heights of the universe to declare your new existence. But yeah, you’re gonna be smelling levels of stankalicious you didn’t even know you could reach.

2.) Also, hate to break it to you, but YOU PROBABLY WON’T BE SLEEPING WELL IN THE HOSPITAL. Or maybe you’re the type who can nod off for quick naps. That’s keen! I really hope for your sake that you can, ‘cause all through the clock, there’s gonna be nurses and assistants wheeling in to check your blood pressure, your Doppler readings, how much you can inhale at once, getting blood draws, everything you can think of, every half-hour to an hour or so. I take forever and an Ambien to be able to go under, so I didn’t sleep the whole six days as much as I passed out for half-aware exhaustion hallucinations for a few minutes, or at least until the next assistant arrived at 4:30am.

3.) When you’re going to the bathroom (number two) a few days after surgery, DO. NOT. PUSH YOUR BOWELS. It’s gonna be frustrating beyond belief waiting for it to come. Trust me, it’s gonna come. And you’re gonna be on so many stool softeners and laxatives– when it came for me, it literally fell out of me. But yeah. No pushy, or you’ll be like naive Pre-Pushing Gerbil who thought, “Just a *little* push won’t hurt, right?” And before I knew it, I was looking at streams of what I could’ve sworn was blood dribbling out my groin from the staple I popped (see #8 below). I didn’t think I was even pressing with enough pressure to DO that, but I was wrong. Don’t be like Pre-Pushing Gerbil.

4.) As a matter of fact, until you get to know in those first couple days what the difference is between actual poop or just tricky gas? You can lie there in bed AND NOBODY CARES IF YOU POOP IN IT. Multiple nurses and care assistants told me, they’ve all seen *way* worse, and they’re gonna be changing the sheets regardless. Feel free to experiment inside your bed until you’re comfortable knowing what needs a bedpan or not. Because the first couple days’ worth of my asking to use the bedpan were some really frustrating, empty-fart-filled times for all.

5.) YOU PROBABLY WON’T BE SLEEPING WELL ONCE YOU LEAVE THE HOSPITAL, EITHER. You are gonna be sore as all hell the first week after you’re out– especially Days 2 and 3, by my experience. The leg skin graft is so huge that, for me, when it started oozing (and it did, for days, constantly), it soaked my bedsheets on that leg’s side. When it finally dried about five or six days later, my leg muscles kept twitching from how itchy the scab was, so then I couldn’t sleep from *that.* It’s gonna be rough. Doable, believe me. But rough.

6.) THERE IS NO WAY 'I WAS IN A CRASH’ EXCUSES WILL WORK IF YOU GO FOR THE FOREARM DONOR SITE. This one can be chalked up entirely to my not seeking out more recent photos of forearm donor sites beforehand, but instead of the stitch-heavy displays often seen in the past, my donor site can instead be described as “shrink-wrapped meat squeezed down to a ridiculously small-looking surface area.” It’s a little disturbing in its own way, but nothing that the old “I was in a motorcycle accident” chestnut would reasonably excuse. Crash injuries do not look like this. Instead, I plan to answer all inquiries with “I traded a wizard a pound of flesh to get a bigger dick.” It’s technically not wrong.

7.) BABY WIPES WILL BE YOUR FRIEND. There’s gonna be an awful lot of dripping and oozing going on in multiple places for a good long while, and regular toilet paper’s just too scratchy and dry to be of much help. In fact, in the first few days, using TP instead of baby wipes actually scraped up an opening on the surface of my junk that still hasn’t closed after days upon days of Medihoney, so make sure to treat your new appendage right from the start.

8.) THAT PINK LIQUID ISN’T BLOOD. This one’s less universal than the rest, but knowing it would’ve saved me a bit of stress. I popped some non-vital stitches in my groin on Day 5 in the hospital (remember #2?), and was leaking what I swore was bloody urine in a steady drip from the groin. When it hadn’t stopped in three days, and in fact had become more frequent, I was sure something terrible was going on. But no. There’s stuff called serous fluid, usually found around surgery sites, that I’d simply opened up a groin tap for. It’s light pink, and it is completely harmless; it’s just *super* annoying to get all over anything you sit on. (I took to calling it Lisa Frank Unicorn Blood.) Wrapping a towel around my waist and tucking it into the top of my underwear became my best shot at getting some sleep without waking in a panic that I’d wet the bed half an hour later.

9.) YOU HAVE INNER STRENGTH YOU MAY HAVE NEVER SEEN BEFORE IN YOUR LIFE. Believe me, if you’d’ve told me beforehand how many times I’d be dealing with situations in the first couple weeks that included the phrase “so I look down and I see [what I thought was] blood spraying all over,” and that I wasn’t going to bat an eye over it even in the heat of the moment, I would’ve laughed (and asked you how you got into my apartment). But you’d be surprised. *I* certainly was. You don’t know me, but trust me: nerves of adamantium are not in my nature. Until those times when they had to be.

10.) WORDS CANNOT DESCRIBE HOW AWESOME IT’S GOING TO BE JUST TO HOLD IT. Seriously. I’ve found myself just cuddling it occasionally, feeling how big and warm and alive it is. I want to give it a hug. Tell it, hey, we got through this, buddy. We did it.

When everyone asked about the first time you and Harry met, for some reason, they’d always assume it was a cutesy, romantic ‘our hands brushed and our eyes met’ kind of story. You didn’t know why that was the case, but it was far from the truth. Very, very far from the truth. The first time you and Harry met was a complete and total trainwreck, and it embarrassed you to think about it, but then again, here you were two years down the line and Harry somehow still wasn’t tired of you! 

“I know, Lou! I’m really sorry, I promise I set an alarm last night but I think I might’ve turned it off this morning because it was loud and annoying and- Yes, I’ll be there soon. Give me like ten minutes max.” 

It was the first day of being Lou’s assistant and you were pretty sure she wanted to fire you. You were sure this job wasn’t going to be sticking with you for long because of two significant reasons. It wasn’t just because you were running late with the new clothes for the boys and you hadn’t picked up the coffees and smoothies yet, it was also because you had no bloody idea as to what the hell you were doing. You might’ve lied on your resumé a little bit and said you were experienced with all the knicks and knacks of the world of fashion, but… Well, you hadn’t had a job in two months! You were desperate! And so, when the opportunity of being Lou Teasdale’s assistant came up… You couldn’t help yourself. Of course, it wasn’t just the perfect resumé that landed you the position. You hated to brag, but you thought you were quite the charmer! Very witty and you knew how to bring a smile to any grumpy person. 

“Okay, lemme see. Green smoothie and YSL for Harry. Black coffee and Versace for Zayn and Liam…” You muttered to yourself, trying to balance while holding five bags of clothes in one hand and a whole tray of drinks in the other. “Vans for Louis? Or was it Converse? Might be Converse. Is he the one who wears Timberland boots?” You probably looked crazy, wandering around the streets of New York muttering things to yourself. “No, no. Niall wears Vans. I’m sure!” You’d figure it out sooner or later. 

“Where have you been? We were supposed to start trying the clothes out half an hour ago, love. Time is precious!” You winced at Lou’s shrill voice before shooting her a sheepish smile and handing her her tea. “Boys, this is Y/N. She’ll be helping me with… Well, whatever I need.” 

“Hi.” You puffed out, giving everyone a friendly wave before taking note of Harry. He was looking at Niall and giving him a very ‘Who the hell is this?’ expression. You understood the judgment. You did barge into the room with smoothie on your shirt and your sunglasses perched on at an odd angle. 

“Right, well… Here are your drinks!” You chirped, turning around to grab the tray and hand the boys their drinks. Of course, there was one little problem. “I, uh, I don’t have your smoothie though, Harry.” Harry furrowed his brows, pouting slightly as he watched the rest of the boys enjoy their coffees and teas. 

“Why not?”

“I…” You pulled your shirt down a little, pointing to the green splatter right in the middle. “Might’ve knocked it over when crossing the street. I thought I was going to get hit by a car so I ran.” 

“You don’ have t’ run when the sign tells you t’ walk.” 

“I know, but I crossed when the sign told me to stand still. I didn’t want to be late!” 

“You were half an hour late today.” 

“I could’ve been forty minutes late if I didn’t run. But because I did run, I got here a whole ten minutes earlier! Smart thinking, if you ask me.” You clicked your tongue, wanting a black hole to swallow you up at Harry’s clearly unamused expression. Maybe your charm wouldn’t get you out of this situation this time around. 


“Y/N, tha’s my favourite shirt!” Harry whined, letting out a huff at the sight of his Rolling Stones tee with a brand new stain on it. You set the now empty coffee mug back down on the counter and stood up, grimacing at the feeling of wet cotton sticking to your skin. 

“Sorry… but don’t worry about it! Everyone will see the stain and you’ll become a trendsetter. I think it’s a look.” You pointed out, Harry rolling his eyes before walking over to you with a damp cloth. “Wiping it isn’t going to help.” 

“What do you suggest then, smartass?” Harry scoffed, gently dabbing at the stain and letting out a scowl. 

“You let me keep this shirt and I’ll get you a new one!” You beamed, stepping forward a little when Harry pulled you closer to rub harder at the stain. 

“I’m not- You’ve stolen enough of my shirts, thank you very much. And yeh can’t just go out there and find a vintage Rolling Stones tee in bloody Forever 21 or something.” 

“I’ll get you something else, then! How about a vintage Stevie Nicks shirt?” You suggested, Harry pausing for a moment to look up at you. 

“There’s no way you can get your hands on that.” 

“Don’t doubt me.” 

“Can you get a signed one?” It was endearing how he was basically still fangirling over Stevie Nicks even though he had met her and sang with her the other week.  

“I can make it happen. Because I’m amazing and everyone loves me.” You grinned, Harry nodding slowly and pulling away. 

“A’right, fine. But if I find out you’re scamming me, that embroidered Styles shirt is going back into my dresser.”  


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sorry pals this is not my best piece of work lol 

saemi-the-dreamer  asked:

If you are stil taking request, how about a what if? -What if JD had broken down at the sight of Veronica faking her suicide and takes his gun to shoot himself instead of going to Westerburg to blow it up? Personnally, I'd like a happy ending (even if it is bittersweet) with Veronica succeding in saving him please^^



Once she had visited Martha Dunnstock in the hospital, Veronica Sawyer walked into the Sawyer residence, weighted with guilt. This was all her fault. If she hadn’t given into the Heathers’ pressure and popularity, Martha would probably be all healed and happy and watching rented videos on the couch.

Why did I let this happen? Veronica thought as she opened the door to her house, head hanging down sadly. If I had just said no and let the Heathers torment people themselves. Martha wouldn’t have tried to commit suicide, Heather Chandler might be alive, and so would Kurt and Ram. Maybe JD wouldn’t be so psychotic. This is all my fault. I should be the one on that hospital bed, unconscious and dying. I should be the one in Hell coughing up drain cleaner. I should be the one shot to death with bullets. I should be dead. I should be–

“Where have you been?”

Veronica’s head shot up as her mom ran over and pulled her into an embrace. “We’ve been worried sick,” she said to her, cupping her face. “Your friend JD stopped by. He told us everything.”

Veronica’s stomach tied up in knots at the mention of JD. And the word “friend”, as well. The Sawyers were clueless of what happened. “… Everything?” she croaked out.

“Your depression,” her dad responded. “Your thoughts of suicide.”

Her mom thrust a copy of Moby Dick at her. “He even showed us your copy of Moby Dick.”

Veronica flipped through the pages. A lot of the most depressing parts were highlighted and scribbled with depressing words. In her own handwriting.

The Heather Chandler who was to haunt Veronica for the rest of her life suddenly appeared behind her, peering at the book from Veronica’s shoulder. “He’s got your handwriting down cold,” Heather announced, as if it weren’t obvious already.

Veronica’s mom put her hand on the book. “Please, honey. Talk to us,” she begged. Her brown eyes were filled with concern.

Veronica just turned away from her parents. “You’d never understand,” she said coldly.

“Try me!” Veronica’s mom retorted. She grabbed Veronica’s arm as a nurturing gesture. Veronica wriggled out of her mother’s touch. “I’ve experienced everything you’re going through right now. I know it all seems impossibly dramatic.”

As Veronica kept skimming through the book, Kurt, Ram, and Heather appeared behind her mother. “Guess who’s right down the block?” they asked eerily.

Veronica’s mom kept talking, but Veronica’s heart beat fast as she realized that JD was heading over. Now. She sensed someone trying to climb the outside stairs to her bedroom window.

Guess who’s climbing the stairs?” Kurt, Ram, and Heather chorused.

“… I promise, they’re not,” Mrs. Sawyer continued.

Guess who’s picking your lock?

“You don’t know what my world looks like,” Veronica growled before turning away and running up to her bedroom as fast as she could.

As she tried to find a way to escape or hide from JD, she paced around her room, looking for a place to hide herself in.

You’re crazy,” Kurt, Ram, and Heather jeered. “Are you high on shrooms? Do you actually think you can hide from him? There’s no doubt that you’re done for.

Veronica started looking for something to keep JD from coming through the window. No use. There was nothing in her room.

“Notify next of kin, Veronica. No use trying to keep him out!

Suddenly, Veronica heard her bedroom window click.

Too late! He got in.

Veronica scrambled to her closet, locking the door shut.

“Knock knock!” JD sang creepily as he stepped inside Veronica’s bedroom with his gun in his hand. “Sorry to come in through the window. Dreadful etiquette, I know.” But he didn’t sound sorry at all. He closed the bedroom window shut.

“Get out of my house,” Veronica ordered shakily through the closet door.

JD chuckled. “Hiding in the closet? Come on,” he begged, “open the door!”

“No,” Veronica responded. Her voice sounded less shaky and more calm, but she was still scared. “I’ll scream. My parents will call the police.”

JD took no notice of her threat. “All is forgiven, baby! Come on, get dressed! You’re my date to the pep rally tonight!”

“What? Why?” Veronica asked, confused. Didn’t JD hate her? Wasn’t he coming up here to kill her?

“Well, our classmates thought they were signing a petition,” JD answered proudly. He took out a piece of paper with various signatures written on it. “But you gotta come out here and see what they really signed!”

It didn’t take a genius to know that whatever they signed, it just contributed to JD’s proud sociopath personality.

“You know, you should be dead for chucking me out like trash,” JD started to say, attempting to get Veronica out. “But I had a better idea. What if high school went away instead?”

As he continued to beg for her forgiveness and explained his plan to plant a bomb inside Westerburg High and make it look like a mass suicide, Veronica looked around her cramped closet for something to drive JD away. She came across a long bedsheet. Perfect.

“We were meant to be one, Veronica!” JD continued. “I can’t do this alone! Come on out, and let’s finish what we begun!”

No answer.

“VERONICA!” he yelled. He lowered his voice to a frighteningly calmer tone. “Open the door, please. Open the door.”

No response.

“Veronica!” he said again, still calm. “Can we stop fighting? Please?”

Still nothing.

He sighed. “Look, I know you’re scared. I’ve been there. But I can set you free!”

Nothing. JD was starting to get impatient. And impatient plus JD equaled one thing.


“Veronica!” he shouted. His tranquility was starting to break. “Don’t make me come in there!” he threatened.


“I’m gonna count to three!” he warned. “One.”




“FUCK IT!” he screamed as he kicked down the door, only to see Veronica hanging from her impromptu bedroom noose.

JD suddenly fell to his knees, stunned and heartbroken. The only girl he had ever loved was hanging dead right in front of him, all because of him. “Oh… God… no…” he whispered. A single tear rolled down his cheek. “Veronica… Please don’t leave me alone… you were all I can trust…”

Suddenly, his motivation to get rid of all his classmates was gone. He was doing this all so he and Veronica could be together, and now the only place they could be together was…


“I’m so sorry, Veronica,” he sobbed as he brought himself up. “I wanted to do this for you. I’m so sorry.” He put the gun to his head and put his thumb on the trigger. “This was all for you, but if this is what you wanted…”

Out of nowhere, Veronica screamed, “NO!”

She untangled herself from her noose, ran over to JD and smacked the gun out of his hand. “No, no, please don’t,” she begged softly, taking his wrists. “I’m so sorry, I just wanted you to stop.”

“Veronica…” JD wriggled his wrists out of Veronica’s grasp to cup her face with his hand. “I’m sorry, this was all for you. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pulled her into a hug and whispered apologies into her neck. Veronica felt his tears against her skin.

“Please, just stop killing people…” she begged quietly. “Please. For me.”

JD nodded, pulling back from Veronica. He kissed her forehead. “For you. Just for you.”

He held her close. “I worship you…” he muttered. “I’ll do anything for you. If you want me to stop murdering people, I will. I promise.”

With that, Veronica pulled away from him and kissed him softly, still crying. “Let’s just be seventeen, okay?” she asked against his lips.

JD nodded in agreement, this time, meaning it.

Veronica smiled, sniffling and wiping JD’s tears away from his cheeks. “Now, let’s just ditch the pep rally and go bowling. What do you say?”

JD laughed softly. “I think that’s a good idea. Can we stop by 7-Eleven first?”

“Well…” Veronica pretended to think about it. “Will you finally buy me a Big Gulp?”

JD groaned. “You’re defeating the purpose of 7-Eleven,” he teased playfully. But then he smirked. “Fine.”

Then he took her hand and they walked out of the house.

And in the words of Heather Chandler: “And they lived happily ever after.”

maxwellandlovelace  asked:

Hey! My birthday is March 25 (the big 3-0). I love smutty!everlark (preferably rated E) and Peeta in a uniform. That would be an awesome present, but I'd be happy with anything=) I think you're doing such a great job with this blog. It's a wonderful idea!<3

Originally posted by omgitslish

Grattis på födelsedagen!! Wishing you a wonderful birthday @maxwellandlovelace. To help you celebrate in style, the always incredible @katnissdoesnotfollowback has written this wonderful slice of Everlark, just for you!

All’s Fair

WARNINGS: RATED M for mild language, immature pranks, and smut. Everlark college/military cadets AU. ;-)


“You sure you know how to pick one of these things?”

“Yep,” I whisper as I continue to work quietly. Not as fast as I’d like since my hands are shaking.

“Damn, Everdeen, where’d you learn to pick a lock?”

“Senior prank in high school,” Gale explains to them quietly. “I hotwired the principal’s car and she picked the lock on the hockey rink so we could park it on the ice.”

“Nice,” Mitchell says.

“You scare me, Everdeen,” someone else mutters. A third snorts in response and Gale reminds them to keep their eyes open.

Keep reading


Sometimes Root would come home from a mission scattered. She’d sit on the couch and stare into space for hours, laptop forgotten and half-sliding off her legs until Shaw came and rescued it. She didn’t seem distressed or like she was in shock. Just gone.

When she eventually snapped back to the present, it would be with a slight shake of her head. She’d look around the room, curiously, as if she couldn’t quite recall how she’d gotten there, and then act normally. Or what passed for normal where Root was concerned.

“You done staring at the wall?” Shaw asked after one such occurrence.

Root paused in the middle of smoothing out the ruffled cocktail dress she hadn’t changed out of yet. She looked like she was about to answer, but then only smiled and countered with: “Maybe I’ll stare at you now instead.”

Shaw could appreciate not wanting to talk about certain things, but she couldn’t stop trying to piece together the mystery. Root was usually hurtling forward at a million miles a minute. To see her still and empty was unsettling.

It took her a little while to see the pattern.

“Who were you this time?” she asked when Root snapped back to the present.

“Secretary at a law firm.” Root peeled off a black blazer Shaw had never seen before. “Had to get my hands on some documents in the company safe. One of the lawyers tried to get his hands on me, though, so I left him in the safe instead.”

Some thieves left a calling card at the scene of their crime, like a glove or rose or something dumb. Root seemed to leave behind unconscious and severely traumatized misogynists as her calling card. Shaw couldn’t risk telling her how much of a kick she got out of that without risking a round of smugness.

Another episode followed a few weeks later.

“Let me guess…professional dog walker?”

Her outfit wasn’t anything special this time, but it was coated in animal hair.

“Groomer, not walker,” Root corrected as she got up from the couch, leaving a layer of hair behind.

“Well, don’t get any ideas about putting bows on Bear.”

“But he’d look so good with them.” Root pulled a handful of orange ribbon from her pocket and dangled it in front of Shaw like she was a kitten she was trying to entice into playing with it.

Unnecessary pet accessories aside, it was always a relief to see her full of life again.

The next time it happened, Shaw decided it was time to have a talk.

“Do I have something on my face?” Root asked when she blinked out of her trance to find Shaw sitting in a chair across from her, arms crossed.

“You never used to space out after taking other identities. What changed?”

There was a slight flicker of uneasiness on Root’s face, quickly chased away by a lazy smile that was anything but authentic. “Hmmm, maybe sometimes I get too into my role. Side effects of being too good at lying, I suppose.”

It felt like a half-truth to Shaw. “Used to be you’d be a pilot in the morning, a barista in the afternoon, and a debutante in the evening. Now you’re one thing for a day or two and you go all space cadet and stare holes in my wall. What gives?”

Root chuckled and leaned back on the couch, stretching her arms along the back of it. “This is possibly the least subtle attempt anyone has ever made to psychoanalyze me.”

“Subtle isn’t my thing. I asked. Up to you if you answer.”

Root wasn’t making eye contact anymore, a slightly guilty expression on her face. But she looked to be gathering her thoughts rather than trying to escape the conversation, so Shaw waited quietly.

“It’s different now,” Root said at last. “It's….”

She spent a few minutes frowning at the bottle of nail polish she’d left on the coffee table before continuing. “When I take on an identity, I go all in. There can’t be any crack or flaw in my disguise, so I have to be that person. Live their life, think their thoughts. I mean not all my missions require that, but…” She trailed off.

“But the ones that do are the ones you end up spacing out on my couch after.” Shaw could sort of see where this was going. “You’ve been doing that most of your life though. You didn’t used to have to…reboot your brain or whatever.”

“It’s different now,” Root said again. She was picking at one fingernail, refusing to look up.

“Hold that thought.” Shaw stood up and headed to the kitchen, leaving Root behind to sort out her thoughts. She figured the amount of time it took to make some tea would let Root regroup.


Root smiled when Shaw handed her the warm mug. Her smile widened when Shaw sat down next to her on the couch rather than returning to her chair.

“Back before all this, it was never a problem,” Root said, sounding more sure of herself now. “It was a lot easier to switch on and off identities. I was still me, I mean, but me was…less complicated. I kept things at a very shallow level, I suppose. Never let myself feel anything too deeply or get too attached. In some ways, my own identity was the easiest to assume because it was the least involved in anything else.”

She held her mug of tea cradled in both hands and stared into it like there was a script at the bottom to read from.

“It’ll get cold if you don’t drink it,” Shaw pointed out. She wanted to say more, but she figured that Root wasn’t done yet and didn’t want to derail her now that she was finally explaining.

Root obediently sipped her tea. “Thanks. For the tea, I mean.”


“There’s a lot more distance to come back now.” Root chewed on her lip for a second. “There’s more of me. More things that matter, more things I’m tied to, more things I miss. When I stop being myself now, it takes longer to put myself back together after. Like all the pieces of me get mixed in with all the pieces of other identities and I have to sort them out.”

“Sounds like a headache. How do you…I mean…do you just sort through every thought in your brain and put them all in the correct boxes or something?” Shaw didn’t have anything even remotely approaching a frame of reference for this.

“Not quite that consciously, perhaps. I’m not even really actively aware of it. It’s all a bit dream-like, and more like…following trail markers to get out of the woods.”

“Trail markers?”

“Things that strongly connect me to, well, me. Some silly little things–” She wiggled her fingers with their painted black nails. “–but also things like computers, the subway. Her, of course. She always helps me come back.” Root fidgeted with her mug. “And you.”

There was the slightest hint of red in her cheeks. A bit ridiculous that she was embarrassed, in Shaw’s opinion, since she flirted as freely as breathing. But then this was something a lot more complex than some bad innuendo. Shaw got that. She just wasn’t sure what to do with it in this particular case.

“So why keep working missions that make you do this?”

“It’s my job. And I don’t dislike it. It’s just gotten a little more complicated.”

She finally looked over at Shaw and whatever she saw in Shaw’s face made her relax (Shaw hadn’t thought she had any particular expression on, but then Root had always had an uncanny knack for reading her). She placed her tea down on the coffee table and tentatively rested one of her hands on Shaw’s leg. When Shaw didn’t stiffen or move away, she settled her hand more firmly, palm still warm from the mug.

“She did offer to decrease the number of those types of missions, but that doesn’t seem fair. I don’t want to let Her down.”

Shaw held back an exasperated sigh. For someone who went on about how much her AI buddy cared about all of them, Root could be pretty willfully oblivious to how that caring extended to herself as well. But that wasn’t something she could fix in one afternoon.

“What can I do?” It still felt a little weird asking that, but she’d found out over time it was better than staying frustrated in silence. For both of them.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. But coming back here…it’s a good place to be. It makes the way back a lot shorter.”

“Then tell your boss that you always come here after a mission.” Though Shaw strongly suspected that the Machine was on the same page as her here.

Root didn’t say anything and the silence stretched out between them. Her fingers traced patterns across Shaw’s leg.

It didn’t happen again for a while (though Shaw was unsure if that was a coincidence or if the Machine was demonstrating the good sense that her analogue interface clearly lacked), but a month and a half later Shaw came home to the now-familiar sight of Root sitting motionless on her couch.

She looked her over with a tiny frown, taking in the details. Whoever Root had been this time had another fancy job that required formal business attire. The look suited Root in so far as all looks suited her, but it didn’t feel quite right.

She ended up sitting on the coffee table in front of Root, carefully lifting one of Root’s hands from her lap and placing it on her own knee. Root didn’t stir.

Shaw uncapped the small bottle of stinky cheap nail varnish that Root still hadn’t moved from the coffee table and went to work applying a coat of black polish to each of Root’s nails. She took her time, being careful not to smudge it, and staying fully focused on her task.

When she finished the last nail on Root’s other hand, Root’s fingers twitched on her leg. Shaw looked up to meet her eyes.

“Thought you hated the beautician business.” Root was all mischievous smiles and bright eyes again.

“Got bored. And you’re sitting on the tv remote.”

“I can think of much better things to be sitting on.”

From totally zoned out to hitting on her in under a minute. Shaw was almost impressed.

“You eaten yet? Dinner, I mean.”

Root shrugged. “Don’t really remember.”

Shaw sighed and headed to the kitchen. “I’ve got some leftovers I can heat up.”

Later that night, she let Root curl up on her and put her head on her chest.

“Getting cold lately,” Shaw said, one hand idly playing with a lock of Root’s hair. “Nice to have a human radiator again.”

“I missed you, too.”

“Hmph.” That level of sentimentality was frankly unnecessary.

“It’s nice to be back.” Root sounded half asleep now.

Shaw didn’t answer, but instead tucked Root’s head more firmly under her chin. She didn’t let herself fall asleep until Root’s eyes drooped shut and her breathing evened out. When she woke up the next morning, she found that Root had rolled off her in the night, but one of her hands still rested on Shaw’s chest, fingers splayed out, and each nail painted with a perfect coat of black polish.

Car Park Confessions.

A/n: This is actually the first thing I wrote back in February when I decided to stop just imagining scenarios in my head and put them down on paper, and it was the first thing I wrote since school about eight years ago.

My other works; fluff or if your over 18 smut!

Proof read by way of a text-speech device.

Summary: Clichéd af but I think sometimes thats what you need! It’s a sort of au where Bucky is a celebrity for some reason, maybe a singer, or an actor like Sebastian, but it doesn’t really matter. Established friendship…

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader (Gender Neutral)

Word count: 3129

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, some angst and crying, but it’s all right in the end!


Three am. Too early and too late. The street lights burn your eyes as you lean on a traffic bollard outside the club, tuning out as your friends attempt to find a cab willing to take a trio of somewhat drunk party-goers with very little money. Cold hands to your cheeks startle you, and you find yourself staring into Wanda’s face.

“You okay?”

You nod in answer, smiling softly. The chilly air is getting to you, and you stand up, wrapping your arms around yourself as you shiver. She pulls you into a hug, resting her chin on your head, and rubbing her hands up and down your back. Another set of arms encircle the two of you, warming you considerably.

“Y/N, do you mind giving me your phone?” Natasha asks you, and you pass it over without question. “Also, there’s a bench just along here and I think we could all do with a sit down, come on.”

There’s some good natured complaining about how cold the metal seat is, but once you’re sat with your legs over Wanda’s and her head on your shoulder, you’re suddenly very tired.

“Don’t let me fall asleep,” you mumble at the equally exhausted pile of limbs you’re twisted up with.

“No promises.”

A car pulling up in front of your new ‘bed’ has you jolting back awake. You’re alone on the bench, your two friends currently standing beside it talking with the driver of a very nice Audi that has you frowning as you try to place it. You sit and raise a hand to your hair in an attempt to smooth it down, before repositioning your top that has ride up your body a little too much, the exhausted sound you let out attracting attention.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” Natasha grins, pulling open the side door of the car idling next to you. “Time to go home Sleeping Beauty”.

Eager to get out of the cold, and hearing your bed calling, you stumble up and slip ungracefully into the passenger seat. You reach for your seat belt and click it in place before turning to the driver and freezing.

“Hello Y/N.”

“… Bucky.”

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anonymous asked:

can i ask you a loki x reader? i'd like some angst that ends with fluff, or if you don't like it, you can choose th ending haha i love your writing, this is why i feel like i can leave it all to you! thank you ❤️

Pairing: Loki x Reader
Fandom: MCU
Warnings: angst + mentions of slaughter

Summary: Thanos is about to destroy Earth, when you, wife of Loki and daughter of a long forgotten goddess, stop him before he can end the planet.

A/N: okay, listen, this entire idea has been in my head for ages, mostly because I love the andromeda galaxy so much and always had this HC that in the MCU universe, the andromeda galaxy was born because of a goddess. so when I got this request, I was like “fuck this, I’LL DO IT!” so yeah. I really hope you guys like this, because I cannot tell you how happy I am with it.



A name that was feared by many these days.

Rightfully so, as he destroyed world after world, with the power of the Infinity Stones.

Few, like the Avengers, decided that it was up to them, to defeat this mad tyrant.

And within the Avengers, was someone that no one had expected to find there. Someone, that had wronged many of them, but despite all of that, still stood by their side and wanted to fight Thanos. Maybe because he actually cared about his brother and didn’t want him to die alone, or maybe, because he knew that Thanos would not spare Asgard.

And in Asgard, there was somebody waiting for him, that he could not lose.

Loki might have been considered a villain once and many might still think of him as one, but right now, he was a hero like the rest of them.

But Thanos was strong and the Avengers could only do so much.

It was only a matter of time, before the first Avenger would fall and then, all of them.


“(Y/N), I do not think it’s wise for you to go!” Sif followed you and almost had to run to keep up with you, “What if something happens to you? What if neither of you return? What am I supposed to tell him?”

You did not stop in your tracks, if anything, your pace fastened.

However, you did not leave without saying the things, that you so desperately needed Sif to hear.

“If I don’t come back, take Yarvin and flee. Promise me you will keep my child safe.”

The way you looked at her, like you were almost begging her to keep him safe.

How could she refuse?

“I promise,” she sighed and closed her eyes when your forehead touched hers. “Be careful, (Y/N).”

You smiled.

“I will.”

All you could do now, was hope that your plan would work.

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anonymous asked:

hey i was wondering if u shipped plasmashipping at all??? and if u do do you have any headcanons for them?? thanks! 💙💙

yes I ascended when I wrote these thanks for adding 76 years to my life (ps I’m always taking requests cutie) <3

  • Jay: *spills his ramen noodles on Kai* well I guess you’ve seen my noods now
  • “Jay if you Naruto run down the isle at our wedding I am going to say no.”
  • Cole: I’m cold
    Zane: here, you can have my jacket :)
    Jay: *looks at Kai* I’m cold too
    Kai: wHAT?! I told you to bring a coat I told you it was cold but n o you didn’t bring a coat did you. *shoves his jacket on jay* how long have you been cold? why didn’t you say something sooner? *pulls a scarf from his pocket* do you want me to make you a fire I can make you a fire
  • Jay is super self conscious that he talks too much but Kai is always just watching him blab on with his chin on his hand and the softest smile you’ll ever see
    • the epitome of “when bae tells you about their day and you genuinely enjoy it because you love them and want to listen to them talk about how they’ve been”
  • so the pining starts when they’re put together a lot on missions
    • they got to know each other really well and were really close when jay and nya dated, but jay is like this is gonna be kinda awkward now when they break up
    • but they slowly warm up to each other again and they are both in denial for their gay it’s your classic 25k+ words mutual pining fic on AO3
    • Kai eventually talks to nya (after he can deny the gay no longer) because he’s worried that it’ll be really weird cause she dated jay??
    • and she’s like lmao no I shipped it even when we were dating you two are much more suited for each other
    • and that also means she knows loads about jay cause he told her everything, so she knows all and will give Kai hints as to what he loves so he can surprise him
    • Nya tells jay the same and when he’s sure she’s cool with it he just unloads cause he’s like “I must tell someone how much I am pining"
    • poor nya she gets an earful from both of them
    • they both swear her to secrecy and she’s like “oh sure of course 😏”
    • Jay: hey nya
      Nya: my brother has a massive crush on you he told me
      Jay: *chokes on his coffee*
      Kai: oh what are you two talking about
      Nya: I was just telling jay you have a crush on him
      Kai: *also chokes on his coffee*
    • Nya is just like “ha bye” and leaves
    • they both stand there and stare at each other for like 20 minutes
    • and then out of nowhere they just start yelling over each other
  • she ends up getting caught in the middle of everything
    • e.g. this video: Kai is the one that pretends to squirt the water, jay is the one that swings his backpack and Nya is the one that gets hit
    • she’s like “this is the price I must pay to see my OTP”
  • Kai: what you say about my friends?? :)) hold my flower :))
    Jay: go kick his ass baby I got your flower
  • they’re both pretty smol but jay is just slightly shorter than Kai and he will never let him live it down
    • “hey shorty” *stands on his tiptoes so he can be just tall enough to rest his arm on jay’s head*
    • Kai: don’t worry jay. I know it must be difficult for you to be tiny
      Also Kai: damn it if only I wasn’t so freaking short!!
      Jay: *looks into camera likes he’s on the office*
  • Kai doesn’t do things by halfs so if he’s gonna plan a date he’s gonna go all out to make sure it’s perfect
  • when he sneezes, Jay generates static, and Kai was like “oh bless u are u ok” and puts his hand on his back and gets a static shock and screams
    • Alternatively:
      Jay: *sneezes*
      Kai: love you
      Jay: haha don’t you mean bless you
      Kai: i meant what i said.
  • canon Kai flirts with anything with two legs apparently but when he dates jay he’s like ?? I don’t even wanna do that?? like it’s not fun anymore? he just wants to save his best lines for jay
  • Jay: hey Kai, are you from Tennessee?? Because you’re the only 10 I see ;))
    What Kai thinks: holy crap that’s the best line anyone has ever used on me I’m putting that one in my pick up line bank
    What Kai says: Google how do I fling my boyfriend into the void without killing him, just fling him in there enough to teach him a lesson
    • Kai the next day: hey jay are you from Tennessee cause you’re the only 10 I see ;))
      Jay: are you kidding me
    • It becomes a battle for who can say the worst pick up lines
    • “I felt a spark the moment you walked in the room”
    • “Someone call 911 because you’re so hot you’re on fire
  • Anyone: Kai no
    Kai: Kai yES
    Jay: Kai no
    Kai: ….. fine
  • Jay is like regular toned, he’s not super shredded or anything, and he gets a little self conscious about it? but one time he doesn’t have his shirt on and Kai sees his toiny tum chub and he wants to cry he loves it so much Jay is beautiful
    • he can see Cole is about to make fun of him for something and he just picks up his fork and hurls it right and Cole’s head
    • if you look closely you can still see the four prong marks that have scarred Cole’s head
    • he also has so many freckles over his arms and his back and Kai is like “I must kiss. all of them.”
    • does he draw shaped in jay’s freckles? heck yeah he does
    • he once finds Jay trying to cover up his freckles with concealer and he just goes “yEET” and throws it out the window he’s not havin that crap cover up one of his favourite parts about Jay
  • Kai every time he sees a bluejay: oh look it’s you
    Jay: if I’m a bird then that makes you a furry
    Kai: if you’re a bird and I’m a furry then who’s flying the ship??
  • one time they decide going to a haunted house is a really good idea for a date
    • they hear a crash and swear they heard a voice and jay is so scared he thinks he is going to die, until Kai just goes “… h-hewwo?”
    • the demons would probably be more scared than him because of how loud jay was laughing
  • Kai: Jay I wrote you a song *strums guitar* I love you binch. I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, binch
    Jay: *a single tear rolls down his cheek* wow
  • Kai’s hair is!!!! So soft when it’s not got gel in it!!!! So in the mornings jay just kinda nuzzles his face into because it feels nice and Kai smells nice and oh wow he can’t believe he’s actually still dating him and Kai hasn’t got sick of him wth he’s so beautiful he loves him he’s never been this happy in years
  • Kai: oh, Jay? He’s just my platonic, no homo, bro *makes out with Jay in front of the person who just asked him if they were dating*
  • the BEST secret handshake
    • Jay at 3am: why is it called a secret handshake everyone can see it really do it out in the open
      Kai: Jay you’re the love of my life but I swear if you do not go to sleep
  • oh sharing clothes? sharing clothes.
  • “I can’t believe we’re the iconic red and blue gays”
    • sometimes Jay’s lighting has a purple tone to it (does jay is a sith lord tee hee) and Kai is like lmao channelling our inner gay right there
  • they’ll watch each other’s favourite movies just to see the happy glow in their eyes and hear them getting really excited when their favourite parts come up
  • they’re just so well matched, neither of them take or give any more than the other they’re just so equal and filled with so much love it’s gross!!!!! I’m kidding it’s beautiful

Ask me ninjago headcanons!

I’d Tap That

Keith had always known Lance was a fidgety person.

He had seen him flying his lion, tapping idly at the controls whenever they were stopped for longer than twenty minutes. Had noticed his leg bop up and down repetitively at the dinner table and during mission debriefings. Had admired his overzealous hand movements as he spoke; always touching something, or else drumming his fingers on random surfaces as he walked.  

He was the perfect example of Newton’s first law of Motion, be that: an object in motion will remain in motion, unless otherwise acted upon, and Keith was positive that the only times Lance was genuinely still was when he was sleeping or shooting.

Not that Keith knew how Lance slept; that was just an assumption based on basic human behaviour. For all he knew, Lance was a jumping bean in bed; practicing Newton’s laws even in a dormant state.

Lance’s hyperactivity was simply something Keith had picked up on during their time in space; something he was sure the others had noticed as well, or at least, that’s what he told himself whenever he caught his mind focusing a little too heavily on the paladin in blue.

Maybe I should ask Hunk about it…

But then again, maybe not, since that would imply that he, Keith, had been watching him, Lance, and Hunk would most likely mention that to his best friend, resulting in a rather awkward situation that Keith would much prefer to avoid.

Besides, what was there even to mention? It was more of an observation than anything; one of the many quirks about Lance that Keith had grown accustomed to. And usually the movements didn’t bother him, since he knew Lance’s incessant tapping on the kitchen table was common place; a nervous habit, or else a side-effect of severe boredom, both of which Keith could relate with.

But tonight?

Tonight was different.

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jigglejaggle  asked:

(this is someone else's prompt, i don't remember who made it though but it's a bit different than the original..) could you write something where lance is stuck cleaning the decontamination chamber and he accidentally turns on with him inside so there's water filling up the room rapidly and he's running out of time but someone finally comes by and hears him screaming and freaking out trying to get him out. You can choose if lance dies or not (I'd prefer that he almost does but is revived by CPR)

I hope you like it; I haven’t slept in 30 hours so I’m just chugging along here…

A few aspects of living in a flying castle really bugged Lance.

How is anyone in their right mind supposed to clean the thing, especially while trying to fight a war at the same time?

How is someone supposed to stay out of the frankly ridiculous amount of traps and strange places scattered haphazardly around?

And, most importantly, how is someone supposed to get out of said traps when there are only six other people on the ship with a once again absurd square footage?

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jenniekinyourarea  asked:

25. "I'd like it if you stayed."

Supercat + 025:  "I’d like it if you stayed.

“Just think,” Winn said, motioning out to the party, “If you take J’onn’s offer and join me at the DEO full time, this could be our last Catco charity benefit party ordeal.”

 “You never know,” Kara said through a mouthful of food, “We might get invited next year.”

“Oh yeah, sure,” Winn snorted, “Kara, if I weren’t your plus one, I wouldn’t be at this one.”

Kara had discussed the possibility of her leaving with Cat the day before, who’d seemed a little too nonchalant about it for Kara’s liking. Cat’s non-reaction felt almost like being shoved right out the door. Kara frowned, thinking about the way Cat had flippantly waved her hands and told Kara to ‘do whatever she thought was best.’ Kara had really only been considering it because Catco had felt… different, especially now that she didn’t get to see Cat every day. All she’d really wanted was some sort of promise that things didn’t have to change. But that seemed out of the realm of possibility now.

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eowynwise  asked:

Nanna! I love reading your Inuyasha character analysis, so I thought I'd pester you with questions. If the series had finished dramatically differently, and Inuyasha had ended up living permanently on Kagome's side of the well, how do you think he'd cope with such a huge change? What kind of things do you see him doing in the immediate aftermath, and then in the more long term?

Hehehehe Thank you! It means a lot to me 😘😘  

This is something I loved to think about it before the Last Act came along, and I must say that as I get older I laugh at more of the ideas I used to have about it.

I think one of the things that can change dramatically the difficulty level of Inuyasha adapting to the modern era would be how much of it he decided. If he actively decided to stay there, maybe being the one that used the well for the last time, would make the whole process would be easier for both of them.

But if they accidentally got stuck on her side of the well…man. That would mean one of his roundabout ways of dealing with emotional stuff. I mean, staying with Kagome would mean not seeing their friends anymore. It would mean saying goodbye to the first people he had ever bonded with as equals. In his head it could even mean his happiness by sacrificing his friends’ safety (because keeping them safe is HIS work and he is not there anymore).

The anger/frustration/impotence that slowly boils inside him would come out in the form of unchecked aggression, stalling their development as a couple. Planting doubts in Kagome’s mind about Inuyasha not wanting to be with her, making her think that she is not enough for him, for his happiness…

Once they stop trying to pretend everything is fine and their argument/fight/finally-talking-about-their-feelings happens, it’s finally the right time to think about their future, using their adventures in the past as the cornerstone of their new life.

I love to think about Inuyasha buying new clothes as one of their first steps on making him fit this era. One of the main reasons being that Inuyasha inside of a dressing room fighting with modern clothes is hilarious. But realistically his clothes are the last reminder of his past and (along with Tessaiga) it’s the only  tangible connection with everyone he’s lost. He wouldn’t agree to cast his robes aside, he would wear them with pride in their name.

I do think that the best work for him, at least at the beginning would be as a helper in the Shrine. Slowly learning how to focus his energy into something that doesn’t require fighting but his demonic traits are still helpful. I have this headcanon where with time he could become a good story teller. Inuyasha is good with words as long as he doesn’t have to express something close to his heart, something that makes him vulnerable. So finding a way to keep him in touch with the past, sublimating everything that he needs to deal with. talking about it without including himself directly, and at the same that gives him a role in the shrine.

Kagome would continue her academic path, this time working in including Inuyasha in her activities. One of her reasons being that she wants them to spend time together, to have shared goals. Other one of her reasons being his cultural immersion, she needs him to understand how this world works. Now she can’t just brush his questions aside and order him to go back home. Because he is already in their new home. I see Kagome’s career being something related with kids or history. The later driven by the need to know about the lives of their friends. That’s the way she finds to honor their friends.

Inuyasha has always been accepted in the family and I don’t think that would change. I think Souta will keep pushing them to be together and it will be counterproductive, making them more nervous and thinking someone is always watching. And, the one making him stop would be mama Higurashi. She knows Inuyasha and Kagome need space.

She knows Inuyasha will not leave Kagome’s side, even after he is offered a room of his own and far from being happy about it he is offended by it. To him, it means her family’s wish to remove him from the roll of protector. He closes off and doesn’t say a word, just jumps away. Kagome is the one to talk to him but he says nothing about it. He only asks “You want me to stay away?” She almost shouts a “no.” and explains it that is her family’s way to show him he is one of them and he is part of their family. Inuyasha is flattered but he says he doesn’t want it, that he is where he belongs, that it doesn’t matter what side of the well they are, it doesn’t change. And that’s it, Kagome knows what he means and she agrees wholehearted, and she communicates it to her family (her mom actually and the woman tells her how to say it to the rest of them).

Kagome will start to feel some wanderlust a few weeks after not being able to go back. After experiencing the freedom to move around and visit everywhere as she wished, being stuck in one place will make her itchy and she starts saving so they can travel every now and then, visiting the rural parts of the country. Enjoying the calm and the closeness with nature and reminiscing about their times in the past. They need the pause from the “modern era” to keep going, to reconnect with their teenager selves and to remember how it was back then. Their trips are bittersweet but they are one of the things they need to do to keep themselves functioning normally in their new reality.

With time they will become the Shrine’s keepers, their children being raised in the same loving way Kagome was. And, even if Inuyasha (and some times Kagome) still yearns for the Feudal Era, and the Modern Era is too hectic, noisy and smelly, it’s his home now. Knowing that he can belong there as long as there is a place for him with people that loves him. 

blackenedsoul-deactivated201707  asked:

I was just thinking about the covenants in Bloodborne and it occurred to me I don't know much about them besides the obvious, I figured I'd ask one of the lore masters their opinion. So, thoughts on their relationship with each other? (Obviously we know how the Church and the Vilebloods feel about each other) but what about the League? How do they fit in? And the Hunters of Hunters? Their duty is clear to us but what's up with the Bloody Crow? Why does he wear the garb of two covenants?


Personally, I think that the League has no ties with the Church or the town as a whole with the exception that they recruited Henryk and the Madaras Twins into their ranks. But the Twins can be barely considered ‘citizens’ if you ask me ;).

Valtr and Yamamura are Outsiders just like the player character is and Henryk being a confederate makes very little sense to me. It kinda feels like a retcon but after all, the League was patched in later so its place in the story is a bit up in the air to begin with. Nothing in the item descriptions states that Henryk is part of the League and I usually tend to consider ‘summons’ and multiplayer in general as non-canonical as far as the story is concerned. This is a personal choice and many people disagree with me on this aspect but hey, what can I do? The idea of multiple universes only adds to the complexity of an already convoluted story imho. But, let’s analyze Henryk a bit more :D

He drops the Heir Rune, which reads:

Perhaps the “Heir” is a hunter who bears the echoing will of those before him.

Which reinforces my idea that he is, in fact, one of the last surviving Old Hunters who might have joined the League at some point, (his life was tragically long, after all) but this would mean that he was hanging around both with Valtr&Friends AND Gascoigne (who is a Church Hunter) at the same time. I don’t know, is just very confusing.

The reason why I think Henryk is/was an Old Hunter is the stylistic resemblance of his set to the Old Hunter set

and the fact that all of the item descriptions that refer/are related to him put a lot of emphasis on the idea of ‘inheritance’:

Henryk’s unique yellow garb is resistant to bolt and will be of great help to any hunter who has inherited the onus of the hunt. [Henryk’s Hunter Garb]

Which obviously reminds me of the Old Hunter Badge:

It should be left in peace, unless one is truly prepared to assume the will of those gone before.

Yamamura on the other hand, is found beating his head against the wall, obsessively repeating that “Only ye are the true blades of the Church”  while being held captive in a prison where a Church Servant and a Blood Minister act as jailers.

This Eastern warrior pursued a beast for honourable revenge, then became a hunter of the League. But when he stared straight into impurity, it drove him mad. [Khaki Haori]

My theory is that the guy went mad when he realized that Valtr himself was infested by the same Vermin he wanted to purge the world from and that poor Yamamura fell into the hands of the Healing Church doctors (like the jailers and the two fine ladies we meet upstairs in the Nightmare Cathedral) who brainwashed this already damaged soul into submission to the Church.

Now, moving onto the Hunters of Hunters:

This is another covenant of Outsiders but thanks to Eileen’s weapons we can assume that the Hunters of Hunters and Gehrman were allies at some point. And no, I don’t say this just because Eileen also happens to be one of the two Hunters who we know for certain to have been Hunters of the Dream before our arrival, but because the Blades of Mercy are, and I quote “ One of the oldest weapons of the workshop.”

Both the Burial Blade and the Blades of Mercy are forged in siderite, “a rare mineral of the heavens” and the HoH consider the Hunter’s Dream as some sort of ‘heaven’ (possibly in opposition to the Hunter’s nightmare = hell) as stated in the Crowfeather Garb description:

The first Hunter of Hunters came from a foreign land, and gave the dead a virtuous native funeral ritual, rather than impose a blasphemous Yharnam burial service upon them. with the hope that former compatriots might be returned to the skies, and find rest in the Hunter’s Dream.

So, no allegiance to the Church, nor the Vilebloods (see my thoughts on the Bloody Crow’s identity for further details) but they SURELY had something to do with the Dreaming Hunters. Some more clues regarding this alliance between the two groups can be found in the similar way Gehrman and the HoH see the hunt, aka as a “dirge of farewell”.

[And let’s nor forget that Gehrman’s cane handle is a two-headed crow…]

anonymous asked:

Ok I had a thought. I don't know how this works cause locker rooms and all that but WHAT IF the reason dex is so against sharing the room is because he's trans and he really wanted his own space where he didn't have to hide? (also cause he's into nursey but that's a whole 'nother thing) Just thought I'd share my little trans!dex headcanon!

Ooh a Dex headcanon! (I’m such a Zimbits persons that this is a rarity.)

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anonymous asked:

*pounds hands softly against table* I can't wait for your ask to be open again so I can ask about yandere steeljaw bc yeah he'd be scary but hot diggity damn I'd let him kidnap me any day *fans self*


  • Be very careful with this one!  He may seem charming and sweet at first but make no mistake, this mech is Dangerous!  
  • He watches you from a distance for a very long time before making his move, lying in waiting and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike.  He studies your daily routine, where you live, where you work, where you get your groceries – tracking you by scent and lurking in plain sight using his alt mode.  He makes sure you never notice his presence.  He’d hate to frighten a cute little thing like you off.
  • He becomes absolutely obsessed with you, even before learning your name (though he eventually finds that out as well.)  He’s certainly no fan of organics, but there’s just something about you that he finds absolutely entrancing.  Maybe it’s the easy, yet powerful grace of your movements, or the light in your eyes, or the way the sunlight gently plays off your impossibly soft skin.  Whatever the reason, Steeljaw finds himself bewitched by you, and he won’t rest until he can rightfully claim you as his mate.
  • He finally corners you alone in the woods one day and introduces himself.  He’s oh so charming and smooth as he sings your praises to the point you’re a blushing mess.  Inwardly, he’s grinning triumphantly the while time.  
  • Despite his charm, you can’t help but feel uncomfortable around him for reasons you can’t really put your finger on.  As soon as you hurriedly mumble a few weak excuses and try to back away however, his entire demeanor changes.  His eyes flash dangerously and he lunges at you with a ferocious snarl, snatching you up and bringing your trembling form to his eye level.  
  • He smirks dangerously, pointed teeth gleaming in the sunlight.  “Oh, my dear,” he purrs menacingly.  “Did you really think you had a choice?”


  • He also watches you from afar before approaching, but for different reasons.
  • He’s used to having a gaggle of mindless, idiot humans to do his bidding, but even the novelty of that gets old after awhile.  You however are a different story.  He’d run into you a couple of times before during battle with the Autobots, but even those brief encounters were enough to spark his interest in you. You’re tough.  Even when you’re scared out of your mind, you still manage to be brave and keep a cool head.  He really admires your moxie.
  • He finds himself thinking about you more often than not, especially when dealing with his idiot lackeys.  Why can’t they all be as competent as you?  Why can’t they all be as smart, or as brave, or as good looking?  (That last thought catches him by surprise the first time. It takes him a while to admit that he’s actually attracted to you.)
  • He wonders what it would be like to have you there with him, not as his pawn, but as his partner – as his sparkmate.  The idea eats away at him until he has no choice but to capture you and take you to his hide out.
  • You’re terrified at first, understandably so seeing as how you’ve only ever seen him in a battle setting before.  You’re sure that he plans to either kill you or use you as a bargaining chip.  Your fear quickly turns into shock and incredulity when you realize that he actually has feelings for you.  
  • Thunderhoof pulls out all the stops for you.  He was a big name back on Cybertron and he has the ability to keep you living in luxury for the rest of your life!  There’s nothing in the world that he can’t give you, all you have to do is ask.  He brings you gifts of expensive clothes and jewelry; after all you are his future conjux.  You should have a wardrobe according to your station.  (It’s like being married to a wealthy mafia boss, which is exactly what he is.)
  • The only thing he won’t gift you, unsurprisingly is your freedom.  You’re his, and neither Steeljaw nor the Autobots can change that fact.  He has his followers under strict orders to watch you.  They may be at your every beck and call, but make no mistake where their loyalties really lie.  Thunderhoof has eyes and ears everywhere.  Any attempt to escape will be foiled before you even reach the gate.

doritofalls  asked:

dude dude. dude. can you do kevdan?

CAN I?! (No gifs for this one because it’s the crackiest of ships.)

hell no | how about no | eh | kinda cute i guess | that’s adorable | omg omg yes | otp | you’re fucking kidding right i’m dying because of these two

(I wish there was an “I hate how much I love it” option for that question.)

and i’ll also tell you who:

  • proposes

Listen, the only way these garbage boys are getting married is if Daniel decides it’s necessary to be good with his religion and/or Kevin needs money. (Or a green card; he might be one of those shifty illegal Canadians.) It would be framed as a practical, unromantic decision, the Flower Scouts would go absolutely nuts over it, and it would be the most extravagant wedding ever. 

Both of them would pretend it means less to them than it does, but Kevin remembers wanting a flowery wedding before his life went horribly wrong and Daniel, starting to think maybe his religion wasn’t always as right about everything as he’d always thought, begins to feel like he’s snagged onto the corner of something that had almost completely passed him by. One tiny shred of normal.

More than he deserves, for sure. More probably than either of them do. But he’ll hold onto it, if only so he feels a little bit less more grounded on this impure plane he’s stuck in.

  • shops for groceries

Well, assuming Daniel can’t set foot outside because he’s wanted by the police (don’t ask how a wedding would happen in that case. Facts are not important right now), Kevin has to do the shopping. Besides, Daniel doesn’t know thing one about living on his own in normal company; he can’t tell what kind of detergent’s the best.

(Neither can Kevin, but he can fake it much better. Less likely to start waving his knife around demanding to know why everything in this stupid horrible world has to be so complicated.)

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Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Fourteen)

Title: Ships that pass in the night (Chapter Fourteen)
Tags: Alternate Timeline, AU, Slow burn, strangers to friends, friends to lovers
Words: 3292
Dan and Phil are YouTubers. The catch? They’ve never met, and Phil doesn’t want them to.

Author’s Note: woop. It’s been ages. I know.

A special thank you to my lovely beta @leblonde for all the help with this one AO3 Link]

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light-kun  asked:

lawlight fluffy married couple au where Light is being a clingy and extremely seductive husband who's trying to distract L from work and steal him all for himself? and L losing to it eventually and dropping everything just to be with Light? i've been thinking of this for days and i'd be SO thankful if you could write it <3 (ps i LOVE your writing)

Gasps!  A compliment AND fluffy Lawlight???  Two of my weaknesses!  How could I refuse!!  XDD  In all seriousness, that is the cutest prompt, I love it.  Thanks for sending it in!  ;D

Light frowned at L, watching him work.  He was just back from out of town, but he was still working.  Light bit at his thumbnail, trying not to be too annoyed.  He knew L was like this when he married him.

He knew, but he still hated it.  Light missed him, despite his better judgment, and now he was home, but he wasn’t really present.

Light would just have to drag him away from whatever case he was working on.  Whatever it was could wait a few hours.  Nothing L worked on at home was really time sensitive, after all.

Light walked past him to the bedroom, stripping down to his briefs.  L always seemed to be most distracted by him when he wore comfy clothes, so Light tugged on his softest pair of pajama pants and one of L’s sweaters, the sleeves hanging past his hands.

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anonymous asked:

Oh man, it's me, Burr's fan. I'm so happy that you feel happy and I was able to help in some way! For my request, would it be possible for pining HCs w/ Burr? Or if you don't like that idea, maybe like study date HCs? You could even do a doodle of him confessing if you have alot of other writing requests and want to draw something instead. Honestly I'm flexible, you write so well, and I love Leslie Odom Jr. and his portrayal in the musical that I'd be ecstatic with anything :')

boss’ memo : oh dude, thank you so much ! i’ll do the pining hcs right now, and i can also do the others in a lil bit =) you’re very sweet !

Originally posted by scarletwitcheries

  • meet the king of pining–if there was a king prior to this, they’ve been dethroned and aaron reins supreme and also forever
    • it’s not that he’s too shy to confess; he’s just the world’s biggest procrastinator, even if it’s for something he desperately wants to do,, he knows that he has it in him to confess to you, but he just !! cannot bring himself to
      • alright, maybe he is shy? but it’s not really his fault ! it’s just that when the two of you get to talking, it’s all he can think about and he ends up forgetting that he was going to say something. plus, as if that wasn’t enough, you keep distracting him with how lovely you are!! !
      • this poor man’s too preoccupied by how much he loves you to tell you that he loves you and there’s nothing he can do but continue the cycle
  • he gets Quiet(er?)
    • aaron’s already a good listener, but he’s always focused when it comes to your problems, and always seems to miraculously just be there when you need him
    • putting it simply, if he walks into a room and sees your shoulders relax at the sight of him, he’s over the moon and internally screaming
      • forgive him if he doesn’t listen as well this time, he’s just gotten nonverbal confirmation that you find him calming
  • mentioned that he has a habit of bumping into things, and he only bumps into even more things with thoughts of you in his head
    • there’s a slight chance that he may be doing these on purpose in the hopes that he can go to you when he’s hurt,,
      • (and you can kiss the boo-boos away)
      • (he denies that he thinks of that up until you’re actually applying ice to one of his bruises and all he can think about is what your mouth would feel like on his, and that he really could just lean forward right now–but he won’t, not until he’s sure you feel the same way)
  • while aaron generally can be a bit of a flirt, he starts dropping more terrible pick-up lines around you, specifically
    • it’s called “i know how to flirt but not around my crush” and it’s only cured by confessing
  • he delicately treads the line between platonic and romantic affection, managing to give you compliments that sound friendly, provided you don’t look too deeply into them
    • even the touches!! tracing patterns on your hands while he talks with james, humming to himself as you rest your head on his shoulder, playfully bumping into you while you walk, and even holding hands–it’s all unclear. he’s not easy to get a read on !!
  • though, it all comes to a head when the two of you are leaving the library and he nudges your shoulder and goes, “can’t be this obvious forever, can i? i think you’ve already figured it out, but i… i don’t know what i’d do without you. i love you.”
    • forgive him for rambling, a bit–he’s quite nervous! hopefully you feel the same way !