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rubyphilomela  asked:

I don't remember when or how I found you, I think it was through Jinju reblogging something of yours? But I'm so happy I did! You've turned into one of my best friends!

I swear this fandom has been a blessing to me and my thirsty soul. I’ve met so many awesome people and generally have such a great time on this corner of Tumblr.

… I also kinda dread the time when the fandom dies and we’re only left with the husks of the glory days. Like… I can’t imagine it but I dread it.

BUT UNTIL THEN, THIRST ON, CHOCOHOES

I’ve been thinking about this, and I feel it is VERY important.

As a smut writer, I feel it’s almost our responsibility to make a universal disclaimer that when we write our OC’s and Imagines, where the female reader comes 1,2,3 times from penetration alone, this is something that, to my knowledge, is uncommon.  It’s literally fiction. 


Not to knock anybody’s stroke game- but i’m 24 and I have not once, in my life, ever came from penetration, or by someone else’s hand, other than my own. 

If you are a youngster reading this- do not expect to orgasm your first time. Do not expect to orgasm period, really. This is a huge misconception that leaves girls and women feeling like something is wrong with them. 

I have faked more orgasms than I can count, because we are simply “supposed to orgasm” after a certain amount of time. I don’t know why women are pressured into faking. Personally, I wanted whoever it was I was with to feel like they were doing a good job, and asking for what I wanted was too embarrassing, and “not sexy”.

Now, if you can orgasm from penetration- that’s awesome! But as far as i’m aware, this is for the most part, uncommon. So this is a PSA to women / people with vaginas that nothing is wrong with you for the love of god.

Tagging @nifwrites, @hypaalicious @the-lucian-archives @unlimitedthotworks
Maybe ya’ll can back me up on this.

-This has been a non-sexy (but important!) morning post- 

anonymous asked:

Hi, Saori! I see you blog a lot about Sterek and I was wondering if you read fanfiction too? If yes, can you rec me some fics to read? If not, can you recommend a blog that you think recs good fics? I find your taste in Larry fics similar to mine and I was hoping you can do the same with Sterek as well. Thank you!

Oh boy, honestly I have no idea what to say, I’m just glad that not everybody’s fed up with my Sterek spams (probably a lot of people are but oh well) :D

First things first, you should check out @theofficialstereklibrary @wheredidhiseyebrowsgo @underappreciatedsterek @acountrygirlsfun @christinesficrecs @eternalsterekrecs and if you like Larry too then @nottooldforthisship recces  awesome stuff all the time, (her sterek fic rec tag is a blessing) (my fic rec page is kind of a mess, but you can find some there too)

As of my recs, I usually don’t do it cuz I’m always anxious I’ll rec something the other doesn’t like, but since you asked so nicely here are some of my faves:

The Undisclosed (109k) - For once the pack doesn’t panic when a new hunter arrives. The gleefully sadistic man has labelled himself a collector of all things rare in the supernatural world and wants one of the rarest creatures; a werefox. Content that the pack is safe, the wolves focus on why their human member is acting so strange, ignoring the fact that Stiles only started once learning who the man wanted…

I’ve read this like, how many times? Way too many to be healthy? Seems accurate. And I’m totally not re-reading it again, nope.

Baking My Way Into Your Heart (179k) - Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new.

This fic changed my life tbh.

As Luck Would Have It (I’m already smitten) (188k, WIP) - When Stiles meets his Dom for the first time, it’s nothing like the cutesy, lovey-dovey Subflicks he used to drag Scott to when they were thirteen. There’s no burst of sunshine when they collide, no sudden swell of violins when their eyes meet; only a really big dent in the front of his Jeep and a seriously pissed off Alpha glaring at him from the sidewalk.

When I see the e-mail I shut down and don’t even look up until I finished reading the update. It’s by far the most exciting fic I’ve read, and I read A LOT.

Do Not Go Gentle (108k, WIP) - Derek Hale, Beacon Hills Alpha, is thrown into a dark cell which already contains another captive.   Someone quite young.   Someone who’s clearly been badly treated.  Someone who cannot speak and who has a cruel collar around his neck.Derek is both a Dom and an Alpha.  What do you think he’ll do?

Same with this. Mondays can’t come fast enough. Dark, but worth it for me.

Home (160k, WIP) - January seventh. Seven days since the start of 2015, and seven days since his father’s death.The bastard, he thinks bitterly. The past year Derek Hale had made it blatantly obvious that he hated his scrawny guts, taking every given opportunity to shove him up against a wall, growl threats in his ears and roll his eyes whenever he stepped into the room, muttering some snide comment about how spastic or idiotic he was.So why did he fucking volunteer to take him in?

You can’t even imagine what this fic does to me. It’s everything.

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So on wendsday we went on a field trip to the state zoo. It was a pretty long ass ride from our school to the zoo so we had plenty of time to kill on the way there and back. Luckily it was a coach bus so it wasn’t too bad of a ride. Anyways to pass the time me and a few friends decided to play never have I ever because what else was there to do. Are female teacher who is really chill and awesome asked if she could join us and of course we said yes. Fast forward to the final round with me and the teacher and it was my turn to say a thing, everyone wanted me to hurry up and win so we could start over and play again so I had to come up with something exclusively to the teacher. Since I was nervous and being pressured by everyone to hurry up I said the first thing that came to my mind- “never have I ever had sex consistently with the same man.” She was married so she did in fact lose but I won’t forget, how the bus filled with “OOOOOO"s , or how red my teacher got when she put her finger down and I was crowned victorious.

coffee-spawn  asked:

What is the importance of meditation in martial arts? I used to do it when i first started a sometime ago and ive havent done it in a while and something tells me i should start again

@coffee-spawn!
Oh man my dude, this is  SUCH A GOOD QUESTION!!!
So, thanks for asking!

Honestly? I don’t have “THE” answer. But lemme tell you what I think? Maybe (I hope!) that will help you find some direction.

Meditation is a great thing to get into! It’s so frikkin awesome!! It’s like that special time that you get to have all for yourself- and in a world that constantly demands our attention, I think that is a beautiful thing.
The only hitch is; it’s so easy to lose.


Typically when we have class, we do this nifty thing. At the beginning of class we have “mokuso” 黙想
This is like that time you get before class that lets you see all the busy stuff going through your head from your crazy-busy day. You know what I mean? It lets you see all that stuff and just…. put it aside for a moment. Or at least see it so you can acknowledge it is there and get on with the rest of your day.

And then, at the END of class we have “Hansei”( 反省 ).
This is the time we get to kind of…reflect on our training;

“How did they do that move again..?”
“Dont forget to do the thing next time!”
“I did a great job of doing ‘X’ tonight!!”
Or, y'know…..

My point is, meditation is important for lots of different reasons. The cool thing is when you find your reason :)
So when you have time to give another go, I hope you find the reasons that work for you

For thine is the kingdom

The first time Damian wears the Nightwing uniform he’s eighteen, the same age Dick was when he decided that Robin was his past and not his future anymore.

Or, his children are growing up, and Dick’s having a hard time accepting it. 

The basic idea for this AU is pretty much the original Morrison run with the addition of Dick and Kory being married and already having Mar’i when Damian came along in the picture. So when Bruce “died” and Dick replaced him as Batman, he and Kory just officially adopted Damian and raised him as their own, thank you very much. 

Two big inspirations I have to credit: Kingdom Come (…duh, I know, but I’ve recently reread it and god, I love it) and dar-draws amazing Dickkory+Damian&Mar’i fanarts

Written for Batfam Week, Day 5: Legacy

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The first time Damian wears the Nightwing uniform he’s eighteen, the same age Dick was when he decided that Robin was his past and not his future anymore. Dick tries not to make dangerous equations about the two of them and just pushes the thought aside. Damian’s not going through an identity crisis, he’s just filling in for a night per Dick’s own request.

Tonight he’s supposed to meet with one of his lead regarding a big case GCPD’s been working on for a year now, but a long and less than thrilling chase through the sewers has left him with a sprained ankle, and his source will not talk to anyone else but Nightwing. Damian found it funny and accepted right away to replace him, if only to spend the night teasing him about how old and slow Dick’s getting (and Dick swats him around the head and laughs with him at every joke, but deep down he does wonder. Five years ago, this wouldn’t have happened at all, and even if it had happen, it wouldn’t have prevented him from doing his job anyway.)

Now he sits on the couch in the sweatpants he uses as pyjamas, fidgeting with his crutch and waiting for Damian to step out his bedroom. He has already a joke on the tip of his tongue about Damian’s ass not being up to the part, but before the kid finishes changing, the front door opens with a bang and Mar’i comes running in the living room with a grin spreading all over her face.

“Is he still here?”, she asks Dick, then she makes her way into Damian’s room without waiting for the answer. “Damian! I want to see!”

“What- Get out!”, Damian shouts back. “Dick!”

“Oh c’mon, don’t be a prude!”, Mar’i teases him, and Dick can’t see them, but he hears the beginning of a scuffle and sighs.

“Mar’i, let him change in peace!”, Dick calls out after his daughter, but he’s kind of smiling at Damian’s outraged protests and Mar’i delighted laughs. Also, he has no intention of getting up for now, so they better sort it out on their own.

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The Mind Cage - Epilogue

Title: The Mind Cage
Summary: In another world, Stanford Pines places a metal plate in his skull far too soon. In another world, Bill Cipher is in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Characters: Bill Cipher, Ford Pines, Stan Pines, Fiddleford McGucket
Rating: T
COMPLETE.
Click here for the first chapter, warnings and links to all chapters up so far.

A/N:  And here’s the epilogue - if you read the Journal, you’ll definitely know which scenario it’s based on!
(If you haven’t: it’s from a parallel reality where Stan left with Jornal 1 when told to, Ford reconnected with McGucket and together they made interdimensional travel possible without allowing Bill access to their world. Happy ending for everyone… except Stan, clearly. So I had to fix that.)

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The Astonishing Anomalies of Gravity Falls

Fiddleford H. McGucket, PhD
Stanford F. Pines, PhD

– To Stanley Pines, without whom none of this would have seen the light of day.

Introduction

Nikola Tesla once said that the history of science shows that theories are perishable; with every new truth that is revealed, we get a better understanding of Nature and our conceptions and views are modified.

Much of what is written in this paper defies what most believe to be real; research on the cause of these phenomena is still ongoing. Only by keeping an open mind on the scientific evidence presented in this work, and abandoning all preconceptions…

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Stan had seen it coming from a mile away.

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Felicity Smoak - Model, International Star and Murderer?

This is the prolog of my newest fic.  I have to say a giant thank you to @smkkbert and @magda1102  for the totally awesome artwork.  In this talented fandom, you ask and you receive.  I am totally blown away.  So wonderful.

All she can see is blood. Blood on the carpet, on the floor, on the couch, on Max,  on her hands. Max, why did it have to come to this? Before the police are called she must do something first.  No matter what, the truth will be hidden.  She will call the police.  The police will arrest her but she is willing to let that happen to hide the secret.  Forcing herself to look away from her lover’s body, Felicity Smoak calmly takes care of business, like she always has.

The police arrive and view the scene.  Blood everywhere, a dead body and a woman holding a bloody knife.  Detective Hilton is sure this was a lover’s quarrel. Putting on his gloves and standing aside for the forensic team to enter, Hilton walks over to the body to take a good look.  Good looking guy but the rage involved in this killing.  Overkill for sure.  Must be at least 30 stab marks.  Wow, that was one angry woman who wielded a knife to stab that many times.  Sadly, Hilton has seen this before.  The boyfriend was probably cheating or about to leave her for another woman.  He can see the outline of the blonde who just handed the knife to his team.  Might as well get this over with.  

“I am Detective Hilton with the Star City Police Department.  Can you tell me what happened here?”  Looking up at him Hilton does a double take.  Holy Shit.  This is a public relations nightmare.  Why does this happen on his shift?  The Mayor will not be happy. Sitting in the chair blood still on her hands from the knife is no other than Felicity Smoak.

 Oliver Queen is sitting in his office having a celebration drink with his paralegal, Jackie Jones, when his phone rings.  Looking down to see who would be calling his personal cell phone instead of the office, he sees the smiling face of Tommy Merlyn.  

“Tommy, how are you?” Oliver asks his friend of over 20 years.

“Oliver, I need you to take a case.  A good friend of mine is in serious trouble and she needs the best lawyer around. Congratulations on the Freeman trial. That was a great win for you. Innocent.  I really need you to take this case, Oliver.”  The worry is evident in Tommy’s voice.

“Okay, Tommy.  What is the case?”  Oliver sits back in his chair and takes another sip of his expensive scotch.

“My friend is being charged with murder.  She was arrested tonight at her home.  I told her not to say anything but she needs a lawyer now.”  His brow creased, Tommy’s friend is in custody without a lawyer present?

“Okay, give me a few details.  Who is it and where is he?”  Oliver grabs a pen and paper.

“She is at SCPD and her name is Felicity Smoak.”  It was his courtroom experience that keeps the neutral look on his face when Tommy said the name. Felicity Smoak, international star, model, People Magazine’s most beautiful woman of the year.  

“Okay, Tommy.  I am on my way.”  

“And Oliver?  Spare no expense on this one.  Send the bills to me.  I don’t care how much it costs.  Felicity Smoak would not hurt a fly.  She is innocent.”  Oliver agreed and hung up.  Of course, she is innocent.  Everyone in jail is.

 

Oliver strolls into SCPD and smiles at the officer at the desk.  The officer shakes her head as she pointily asks him what she can do for him.

“My client has been brought in for questioning.  I need questioning to stop immediately because I was not informed that she was here.” Oliver gives a smile to the officer.

“Who is your client, Mr. Queen?”  She replies as she looks down at the desk.

“Felicity Smoak.  I need Detective Hilton to seize questioning immediately until I have a chance to speak with my client and I will be here for any additional questions.”  She shoots him a look of interest before opening up the interrogation room door. The door opens and Hilton comes out.

“Queen, what are you doing here?” Hilton angrily asks.

“My client.  Felicity Smoak.”  Oliver smirks at Hilton because they both know why he is here.

“This is an open and shut case.  Ms. Smoak was found with the dead body of her lover and a bloody knife in her hand.” Hilton informs him smugly.

“I will just go in and see my client now.  Please turn off any recording that you have going on.  We would not want you to forget that, would we detective?”  Oliver steps around the angry detective as he opens the door.

The woman sitting in the chair does not move or look up.  He closes the door and checks for any recording equipment.   Still, she sits with her head down.

“Ms. Smoak?” When she lifts her head, Oliver looks at the most beautiful woman he has seen.  Even with her makeup obviously wiped off, her hair falling on her face and her eyes wary, she has a natural beauty that takes your breath away.

“Yes, are you the bad cop?” She asks him with a smile that does not reach her eyes.

“No, I am not a cop at all. I am your attorney.  Oliver Queen,” he reaches out his hand for her to shake. A look of terror passes over her face.

“My attorney?  I am sorry, Mr. Queen, but someone is playing a sick joke on you.  I didn’t hire you and I don’t want you,” she blurts out and then turns red when the realization of her words comes over her. She opens her mouth but Oliver stops her.

“Ms. Smoak, I am your attorney.  Tommy Merlyn hired me.  I hope the police did not ask you too many questions before I arrived.  No further questioning will go on without me.” Oliver expects her to ask him what she should do, say she is happy he is here, say she is surprised Tommy was able to obtain his services for her but that was not what came out of her mouth at all.

“Oh, frack.  Tommy, no.  Mr. Queen, I don’t need an attorney because I am pleading guilty.”  

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Murderous Flirtation, Part Two: A Theo Raeken Imagine

I’m back!!! So after a number of requests, I’ve decided to do a part two to Murderous Flirtation. There may be a part three, I’m still deciding, if you guys want one though, do let me know. Thanks to the anon who originally requested this, and I’m sorry everyone else who liked it that this has taken so long. Prepare for some dark stuff. Hope you guys like it and enjoy even if it is terrible x 

Part One

“Did you seriously not learn anything from me kicking your ass earlier?”

“Oh, you know me, princess. I’m persistent. And you didn’t actually answer my question.”

You rolled your eyes, a small part of you enjoying Theo’s attention. A small part.

“Fine.”

“Wait, what?”

“I’ll come over.”

The darker part of you found amusement at his surprise. So, naturally, you chose to have a little fun with it. It was what made you, but it was also the part that he wanted, the part you wanted to hide. But, this time, you chose to give in to your demons. 

You turned on him, stroking your finger down his chest, reveling in the increase in his heartbeat. 

“I mean, it’s what you want. Isn’t it?”

The chimera’s lips turned up into that signature smirk, and you felt yourself resisting one of two urges. Of course, you weren’t quite sure you which one. 

Kill him or kiss him.

“Of course it’s what I want.”

“Well, I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, princess.”

*****

The time you spent at Theo’s was…eventful. 

You’d stood on as he’d killed the one called Josh, taking his power for himself. The boy had a good tactic, you couldn’t deny that, but there was still that murderous part of you that was analysing his every move. Every stroke, how he used his claws, how he used his teeth. Everything. 

It was what you used to do anyway. 

When it was just you two, you chose to speak. 

“Impressive.”

“What?”

“Your technique, your tactics. Not bad.”

You watched as he walked closer to you, trying hard to ignore the looks he was giving you, as not for the first time, his eyes raked up and down your body. There was something different about it this time. The look itself was more ravenous, and you didn’t find yourself growing annoyed. 

In fact, it seemed to stir something in you. Something dark, something monstrous, something the old you would have bathed in. 

“I’m glad you enjoyed the show. You in?”

“I’m sorry?”

“Y/N, you don’t seriously think I asked you here because I could, do you? I asked you here because I want you in my pack. You’re an alpha, I’m an alpha. We could do some pretty awesome stuff together.”

“Well, there’s not much of a pack if you keep killing them,” you replied, weighing up his offer. He moved closer, backing you against the wall, his hands either side of your head. 

“Details. You in or not?”

This was it. This was the moment when you decided whether to give into your old, murderous ways or carry on with this facade you tried so hard so uphold.

Fuck it. 

“I’m in.”

You forgot everything else as Theo’s lips were pressed against yours, his hands on the small of your back, and yours buried in his hair.

He picked you up, your legs wrapping around his waist, as you eagerly granted his tongue access to your own, the two dancing together.

“I hate you.”

He unbuttoned your shirt

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that princess.”

You tore his hoodie apart.

“Stop calling me that.”

He placed harsh, bruising kisses down your neck.

“You love it really.”

You scratched down his back, leaving burning red lines in your wake. 

“Shut up.”

He smirked against your neck, enjoying the control he had over you. 

Control. You wanted it back. 

Pulling him off you, you picked your shirt back up off the floor, placing it back on your shoulders. 

“What the hell?”

“Exactly, what the hell. I might have agreed to be in your pack Theo, but I won’t be yours. I won’t let this - whatever the hell this is - becoming your way of having a hold over me.”

“Who said I was gonna use it as that?”

“No-one. Just that’s what you do.”

You stared him down, and suddenly the smirk was no longer attractive. It was back to being irritating. 

“I guess you don’t need me to show you out, princess.”

You glared at him, eyes glowing red once again. 

“It’s Y/N, dick.”

kazekage-gaara-forever  asked:

Hello, my Dear! ♥ I just wanted to say: Your Blog is awesome ... And I want to ask: What about a little, little scenario when Gaaras S/O says "I love you" for the first time? ♥ Love you so much! x3

Ahhh, hello my dear <3 Happy to have you on my blog!!! :D I will gladly do this request!!

By the way guys, this sweet bean makes really amazing Gaara Headcanons, so if you ever want to know something about our favourite Kazekage, ask her!! :3


Originally posted by justgaara

Confessing your love to Gaara

Gaara wasn’t a man who had much free time on his hands. He was the Kazekage after all and it was not something he took lightly. His whole life now… it all circled around his need to protect this village that had once feared him. He did everything he could to make sure it would be able to prosper; he did everything to make the people living in Suna feel safe.

It just didn’t leave much time for him to hang around. He didn’t need it, either. He was content, just the way he was - for he was doing what he believed in.

But recently, in the past few months, there was a reason for Gaara to mourn that he didn’t have as much time as another person might have. It took him a while to realize it, but yes, that tug at his heart he always felt when he had to decline yet another one of your generous offers to have dinner with him because there was still a big pile of work he needed to do and couldn’t not just ignore.

You and Gaara had become close lately. Neither one of you pressed it, yet the more time you spend together, the closer you became. And you did spend quite a bit of time with the Kazekage, your work called for it. He was a kind man. That’s what you had met him as: a kind man who only wanted the best for his village. You knew of his past, some he had even told you himself, but you saw the man he was now: the man who held so much regret and so many hopes for the future.

How were you supposed not to fall for those big, honest eyes? Those eyes that always looked at you so fondly, those eyes that always seemed to get a little brighter when they landed on you.

And what you hoped for was certainly true: Gaara did feel extremely fond of you. No, it was more than that. Gaara enjoyed your company; he missed it every time you parted ways. He craved it.

That’s why he always tried to make time for you. Even if there was only enough time to spend a quick coffee break with you. It would make his day sweeter, shorter, easier. You were so calming to him, so reassuring.

He gladly agreed when you asked him to accompany you on a little walk one evening, when there hadn’t been much work to do and it seemed only natural to him now that he would spend those few precious hours by your side. You were the only one he wanted to spend his free time with lately and strangely enough, it didn’t bother him one bit.

It was obvious that you were nervous and that… now that bothered him, because you had never been nervous around him. You had always trusted him so much, so much more than anyone else. You just believed in him, he believed. And it was such a soothing feeling. So what was bothering you on this particular day?

He wasn’t a person to nag you about it; he didn’t want to pressure you into revealing your thoughts to him. But not knowing what was had you so upset wasn’t easy for him. He didn’t like you being upset about anything. There was this tug at his heart again, so painful and overwhelming that it surprised him.

But as always, you did not leave Gaara waiting for too long. You had made up your mind after all. Whatever the consequences, he needed to know.

Gaara, I love you.”

What was a man to say to that? A man such as Gaara? He froze and stared at you as you two stood in a more secluded area, a place where you could talk freely without feeling isolated. A nice place where the sun didn’t burn your heads and an almost cool breeze went by. A place that Gaara would always remember now.

There was no lie in your words, he could read that clear as day in your eyes. You were honest with him, revealing your feelings to him, and it made Gaaras heartbeat pick up with how intense your feelings for him seemed to be.

It made him so unbelievably happy. He never thought much about love; it seemed like something that just wasn’t meant to happen to him. But hearing those words coming out of your mouth melted those thoughts away. Here you stood, the person he had come to adore so much, the person who could light up his day with just one smile. Here you stood, confessing your love to a man who had believed his whole purpose in life was to make up for all the mistakes he had done.

He didn’t understand his feelings. He didn’t know what this lightheaded feeling meant – the one he got every time your hand brushed against his, or when he heard your laugh.

But hearing you say those words… maybe those words opened his eyes. Maybe they… opened his heart.

I believe… that so do I…

There is no Ryder Without Jaal Ama Darav: Part 2

Originally posted by unit2a93

Part One, Part Three


They didn’t immediately tell anyone, except for Moshae Sjefa since Lexi needed to know about Angara pregnancy, but she agreed to stay quiet until they were ready to tell.

It took two weeks for them to tell Scott, who had only meet Jaal twice before then.

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pielover1967  asked:

Hi! I have a character who takes an inhaler even though they're not asthmatic nor do they have any breathing issues. What are the consequences of the character taking the inhaler just once? How would they feel? How about if they took the inhaler alot, once a day for weeks? And one last thing, if the character has panic attacks where they have trouble breathing, would the inhaler help? Thanks, and I love the blog btw! Keep up the awesome work 💜

Hey! Thanks for the love!

First, I want to clarify “inhaler”, which almost always means albuterol but could mean something else. For the purposes of this ask, I’m assuming albuterol.

Albuterol doesn’t negatively affect healthy adults. It may elevate heart rate a little, but its primary job is to dilate the (chronically constricted) airways in asthmatics. In a healthy adult, it wouldn’t have any effect, because the airways aren’t chronically constricted.

If your character took a lot of it at once – more than a couple puffs – they might get shaky hands, and a nervous disposition, because it stimulates the same receptors that adrenaline does. (It just does so much more specifically in the lungs, with a little crossover into the heart.)

The increased heart rate might actually make his panic attack a little worse, but I think it’s more than balanced out by the psychological comfort of using his inhaler: I need this, I took it, I’ll feel better is a very powerful psychological tool. It becomes a placebo.

(I have always wanted to, but never actually, given a patient a 10cc push of Obecalp. Curse you medical ethics!!!)

I’m curious as to how this came to be, but I have a feeling it’s similar to a character in Steven King’s It, where one of the characters isn’t actually asthmatic but uses his inhaler psychologically to feel better.

Good luck with your story!!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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Pixie Dust - chapter 16

Two fluffy chapters in a row.  I’ll probably have to kill someone.  Still, angst and smut are hovering on the horizon, so there’s that :)

Anyway, the festive season is in full swing, and Neal and Ruby attempt to match-make

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Christmas Day began early, with warm cinnamon pastries and coffee, and the exchange of presents: books and music, chocolates and knitwear, whisky and wine.  Belle started on the turkey as Neal and Gold cleared away crumpled patterned paper and ribbons, their gifts sitting in piles waiting to be taken to their rooms.  Bringing the meal together was a feat of organisation and impeccable timing, but it was one she enjoyed, and she and Gold prepared roast potatoes, wedges of roasted squash and buttered collard greens.  There were pigs in blankets, crisp and chewy with bacon fat, spiced red cabbage cooked with red wine and apples, and a rich chestnut stuffing with fresh sage and thyme.  They sat down to eat at just after two, and even Neal was quiet as they ate their fill of the turkey and trimmings.  Belle drank a glass of champagne and another of red wine, the flavours of roasted meat making her mouth water, the alcohol flushing her cheeks.

Eventually they had eaten enough, and Belle caught Gold’s eye, grinning happily as she cleared her plate of the last of the turkey, and sat back with a sigh.

“That,” declared Neal, “was awesome!  Ten out of ten, you guys.”

“My pleasure,” said Belle, holding out her glass for Gold to fill.  “Although I don’t think I can move now.”

“Neal and I can wash up,” said Gold, ignoring Neal’s grumble.

“Can I have cake first?” he asked, and Gold sighed.

“Do you have hollow legs or something?”

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Halloween Spirit- Creepypasta Boyfriend Scenarios [When He Confesses]

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[f/n]= first name

When He Confesses

    Lately, my captor has been acting odd. Which, quite frankly, is making me really nervous. He has become kind of distant, almost like he’s avoiding me. I have no idea what he’s thinking, or what he’s planning. Is this it? Has he decided to finally kill me off? I thought we were close, that we were actually friends. I seriously screwed up by letting my guard down. I let myself forget, but the reality is that he is psychotic. Who knows when he’ll snap?

Slenderman:

“Slendie?” I call hesitantly. Lately, he has been locking himself in the library and refuses to let me be near him. I have no idea what it is I did wrong. He doesn’t respond, so I try one more time. “Slendie?”

    “Not now, [f/n],” he replies beyond the closed oaken doors. “I’m preoccupied at the moment, so I request you to leave me be.”

    “Oh….well, ok. I’ll see you later, then,” I respond, hurt by his words. I keep my hand planted against the door for a little longer before dejectedly walking away. If Slendie is bored of me, angry, or whatever it is that is going on with him, what does that say about my future? He’s never endangered my life before, but he is known for killing people. Maybe he’s done with me.

    You’d think I’d be fearful for my life, but more than anything, I’m just plain hurt. I glance outside a window, trees surrounding everything. I’ve never left the manor without Slendie before, but surely I’m allowed outside on my own. After all, escape is futile when Slendie can teleport to wherever I am. Unable to handle being inside the manor with its stifling atmosphere any longer, I decide to get some fresh air. So I head out the door, without Slendie by my side.

    I thought being outside would cheer me up, but my thoughts become more prominent as I walk past the endless stretch of trees. I find myself getting more depressed the longer I walk. I become so lost in my thoughts that time flies by without me noticing. It’s only when I notice the forest is much more darker than usual that I realize it is night time. And, of course, I’m lost. Getting lost in this forest is unavoidable. But what really upsets me is that it’s night time, and Slendie still hasn’t come to bring me back to the manor.

    I settle down on the ground and wrap my arms around my knees, trying to huddle for warmth in this cold night air. Maybe if I wait long enough, Slendie will come and get me. I know trying to walk back is impossible. Actually, now that I think about it, maybe this is my opportunity to escape. I mean, this much time has passed without him bothering to fetch me. If I wander around long enough, I’m bound to find a way out of the forest. After all, while very few, peoplehave managed to escape before. Slendie’s powers only work in the confines of this forest and other certain areas, so if I escape, I’m safe.

    Except….I don’t want to leave him. Which is completely crazy. He’s a monster, for Christ’s sake. I should be fleeing him without a second thought. But monster or not, he’s been nothing but a gentleman to me. He’s kind, gentle, caring, supportive. He’s better than most men I’ve met in my life. And to the other Creepypastas, he’s like a mother/father figure to them. He takes care of them despite their flaws, their disfigurements, their fragile minds. I mean, I don’t know why it is that he kills people, but I know there is some good in him. And that goodness in him makes me want to stay.

    So I stay in place, waiting for him to find me. But if he doesn’t get me by morning….I’ll leave. Time passes for what feels like forever, and still no sign of Slendie. When I think he might really not come, my eyes start to sting. I try not to, but I end up crying. I bury my face onto my knees as tears silently trickle down my face and stain my jeans.

    “[f/n]?” a voice gently calls me. It’s Slendie. But I don’t want to look at him, for my face is surely blotched from crying. So I quietly keep my face buried, not trusting my voice to not break with tears. “[f/n], what’s wrong?” I feel a hand grip my shoulder, providing warmth. But I remain quiet.

    I hear him sigh, then suddenly I’m scooped into his arms. “Wha- no, Slendie!” I cry, my hands flying to my face to cover it up.

    “You were crying, were you not?” he prods. I don’t respond, because I really don’t want to admit it. We stay like this, silence surrounding us, before Slendie eventually says, “Do you want to leave, [f/n]?”

    I pull my hands away in shock. “What?” I breath, caught off guard.

    “If you do not want to be here, I can return you to your home,” he tells me. He’s offering to let me go? Any fear I had of him evaporates into the air. Unable to help it, I’m bawling once again. “What’s wrong?” he asks, concerned.

    “I-I thought y-you h-hated me!” I stumble out through the tears. “Y-you didn’t want m-me around any-anymore, so I thought, I thought you were t-through w-with me.” I hate this! I hate crying in front of him! But the relief that flooded through me broke the dam I had built to contain my emotions.

“No!” Slendie cries, his composure crumbling. “If I tired of you, you would not be alive. But I could never tire of you. The reason I did not want you around me is that, well, I was researching matters concerning you.”

“What matters?” I ask him, a hiccup escaping my lips. At least the crying slowed a bit.

“There is something different about you, [f/n],” he tells me seriously. “You are human, yet not quite. Similar to Jeff and Toby, you have an aura about you that makes you different from the average human. And yet, you’re not exactly like Jeff and Toby, or I would know it. I have not met one like you, so your circumstances are rather curious to me. But….some of the information I have gathered could concern you. I do not want to worry you, so I tried to keep you away from all of it.”

“Why would it worry me?” I ask.

Slendie merely shakes his head. “I want to make sure my information is accurate before I inform you. But, will you stay with me?”

“Yes,” I reply softly. “Honestly, I’ve grown rather attached to you and the others.”

Slendie squeezes me slightly, and if he had facial features, something tells me he would be smiling. “[f/n]?” he ventures.

“Yes?”

“I have grown rather fond of you. That is, what I mean to say is, I have fallen in love with you,” he tells me, nervousness slipping into his words.

My face flushes in heat as I stare at him, wide eyed. “I-I…,” I stumble out. I never realized it. And what about me? These feelings I have for Slendie, is it love? It all hits me in a rush. Yes, this is love. I’ve never met someone as good to me as Slendie is, and I’ve fallen for him harder than I thought could be possible. Haha, I’m truly crazy. “I love you, too.” I tell him.

He manages to life a hand to stroke my hair off of my tear stained face. “Shall we return home?” he asks me, loving warmth wrapped around his words.

I smile lovingly at him in return. “Of course,” I respond warmly.

Turns out, even monsters can be loved.

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BEN:

    “Ben?” I call to the powered off T.V. It has been turned off for days now, meaning days have passed since I’ve last seen Ben. It has me really worried. Is he sick? Did he run into some kind of problem? Does he need help? Without Ben around for me to ask questions, I had turned to Slendie, but he tells me there is nothing to worry about. Ben is simply remaining in the digital world, for whatever reason. But the worry is still there, and I wonder if he is merely avoiding me. If so, what did I do? Is it because I kept beating him at video games?

    “Ben, please answer me,” I beg. Silence. Well, I don’t want to piss him off, but maybe if I play Majora’s Mask, he’ll interact with me. So I turn on the T.V.,place the cartridge into the console, and grab the controller. The menu pops up, but instead of clicking my file, I click the one titled BEN. I roam around for a while, playing the game normally and hoping Ben will show up. I play for hours straight, but still no Ben. But I’m not one to give up, so I keep playing despite my body complaining.

Eventually, text shows up saying, ‘You’ve met a terrible fate.’

“Ben?” I call. “What’s going on?”

‘You should have left when you had the chance,’ new text says.

I scoff at the message. “Oh, sure, just let me waltz right out of here,” I say sarcastically. “Seriously, though, I don’t want to leave. Believe it or not, I’m having fun here. I’ve always fantasised being in this situation. I admit, at first, I was utterly terrified. But now that we’re friends, I think everything is actually pretty awesome here.”

I stay silent for a moment, something dawning on me. “Do you want to get rid of me?” I ask quietly. Fear edges into me at the thought. Am I an annoyance to him now? What if he decides to get rid of me? Out of everyone here, Ben is the only one who doesn’t kill anybody. He just scares the shit out of people. I thought I was safe with him, but what if I’m wrong?

But suddenly Ben’s face appears on the screen, eying me. “Why do you like it here?” he questions me.

I’m caught off guard, but I recover enough to respond. “Are you kidding me? Everyone here is like straight out of a horror story. I worship this stuff! Plus, I get to play so many video games with the best gaming partner ever.”

Ben’s lips twitch ever so slightly into a small smile, but he still looks forlorn. “I kidnapped you. You’re a normal human being, even if something seems different about you. Me, I’m just a digitised ghost. We’re utterly different. You don’t belong here. You should just leave.”

I cross my arms stubbornly. “Ben, get out of there,” I demand.

He scoffs at me. “Who are you to tell me what to do?” he asks challengingly.

“A normal human being,” I respond. “Please, Ben, just do it.” He doesn’t argue, and soon he materializes in front of me. I lift my hand and ruffle his hair, then move my hand to his cheek to pinch his skin. “Ouch!”

“Some ghost you are,” I say as I poke at his cheek. “What kind of ghost can be physically touched? And can have awesome powers that control the digital world? You’re the coolest ghost ever, if you ask me.” His cheeks color at my compliment, and I continue. “Everyone here is different, you know. The fact that I’m not like you guys at all makes me different, too, so I’m not exactly normal. But Ben, I’ll ask again. Do you want to get rid of me?”

“No!” he exclaims a little too loudly. He clears his throat embarrassedly and tries again. “No. I just thought you wanted to leave, is all.”

“Well, I don’t, so if you’re done brooding, let’s get our game on,” I say with a grin as I toss him a controller. I insert the first game I find, too thrilled that everythings resolved to care what we play.

However, before we can start the game, Ben says, “[f/n]?”

“Hmm?” I hum.

He edges close to me, his finger tracing my lips. My heart jumps to my throat as he smirks at me. “What kind of ghost can be physically touched,” he murmurs as he spreads his hand across my cheek. “What kind of ghost falls in love with a human?”

“B-Ben what are y-you-,” I stumble out, but he interrupts me.

“I love you,” he tells me, his voice husky.

“I, um, I, uh,” I stutter out. I swallow heavily and scramble away from him. My heart pounds rapidly, and I can’t deny that I, too, am in love. But my heart is beating too fast and my breathing is too irregular for me to speak. Ben looks stung, like I had slapped him. I quickly grab my phone and start rapidly clicking buttons. I shyly hold up the phone, the message, ‘I love you, too,’ displayed on it.

Ben blinks in surprise, but then breaks into a wide grin. “Then come here and be my player two,” he demands. I smile warmly at him as I scoot over to where he is. I settle beside him, but then he says, “Nope, wrong spot.” His hands grip my shoulders and suddenly I find myself sitting in his lap. “That’s better.”

I bite down the giddy giggle that bubbles in my throat, and instead say, “Let’s play.”

He seriously is the best gaming partner ever.

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Jeff the Killer:

“Jeff?” I say questioningly. “What are you doing?”  One minute we’re watching a horror movie, the next he’s all up in my face. His eyes are narrowed like a snake’s as he inspects me.

“I’ve been thinking,” he starts.

“That’s never good,” I say with a smile.

But he ignores my comment. “What is it about you?”

“Um, what do you mean?” I ask, confused. His hand reaches out and tugs a strand of my hair. “Ouch! What was that for?”

“Why won’t I kill you?” he asks to himself, a question that makes me nervous. Honestly, I don’t know the answer to that question. And if Jeff doesn’t either, what reason does he have to keep me alive? His eyes glint with confusion and something else, something dangerous.

“Jeff?” I call his name a bit fearfully. My eyes widen when he slowly pulls out his knife. “Jeff!” I see hesitation flash in his eyes, but it doesn’t stop his knife from swinging through the air. I swiftly throw myself to the ground, avoiding the knife. I scramble to my feet and dash to the doorway. I feel a hand grip my arm roughly and I am tossed to the floor. Jeff’s face is soon close to mine as he pins me to the ground. He lifts the knife, as if to stab me, but he can’t bring himself to do it.

“Why?” he hisses. “I could kill my family! But why can’t I kill you?”

Tears pour down my face as I start to sob. “Jeff, do you hate me?” I ask, my voice trembling. I could be begging for my life, yet that is the question that spills from my mouth.

Jeff doesn’t respond as he stares at me. Tears continue to trickle down my face as I stare into his eyes. Eventually, I hear the knife clatter to the ground. “No, I don’t,” he whispers as he wipes the tears off my face. “I thought I didn’t need anyone. Family, friends, nobody. Yet you prance into my life, and suddenly I have someone I need. I hate it.”

I swallow my tears as I lift my hand. I stroke his cheek softly, refusing to remove my eyes from his. “If you hate it, why don’t you kill me? I’ll be gone and you won’t need me anymore.” What the hell am I saying? But yet, the words spill forth from my mouth, my heart painfully throbbing with the question. I….I love Jeff. I love him, but if he wants to be rid of me….The thought stabs at my heart as I stare at him, my eyes begging for his answer.

“That’s just it. I can’t!” he exclaims. “The thought of you being gone hurts, and it shouldn’t. I threw all negative feelings away. I always felt so, so good afterwards. And when you came along, I felt even better! But then I started imagining you leaving, or you dying, and I became scared. Me, scared, for Christ’s sake! And I felt anguish and loneliness, feelings I had sworn to never feel again. So I wanted to get rid of you, to get rid of the source of those emotions. But….I couldn’t.”      

    “I won’t leave,” I say softly. “You’re a jerk, you know that? You steal me away from my life, but not only that, you steal my heart to boot! I love you, Jeff, and it kills me. You go and do things that hurt me like this, but then you show me a part of yourself that reminds me of a scared child. I don’t know how I should feel about you!” I sniffle as more tears leak from my eyes. Damn my heart for falling for a psychopath!

“You love me?” Jeff asks incredulously.

“Yes, damn it!” I snap. “Despite everything you’ve put me through, I’ve come to need you, too. You’re not all bad, you know. Like how you’re so protective of me, or how you always try to make me smile, or how you’re always making me laugh with your snide remarks…,” I notice Jeff is smirking at me at this point. I blush embarrassedly as I tear my gaze from his eyes.

However, his hand forces me to look back at him. “Besides losing you, you know what else I was scared of?” he asks.

“What?” I mumble.

“The thought that you would never love me,” he responds. “You see, turns out I fell in love with you. But I never thought you’d feel the same.” I can’t help it as sobs start to shake my body, my system overloaded with relief. Alarmed, Jeff sits up, bringing me with him. He holds me against him as he rubs my back comfortably. “I’m sorry,” he whispers, his voice coated in guilt.

“I-I thought y-you w-were going to, to kill me!” I sob. “Th-that you hated me!”

“I love you,” he whispers over and over as he rocks me soothingly. I sob until all of the fear, tension, and anguish is out of my system. Then, when it’s all over, I let love wash over me.

“I love you too, you idiot,” I mumble against his neck. I feel him shiver as my lips move against his skin. “And if you ever do something like that to me again, I’m going to use all those self-defense moves you taught me against you.”

He laughs at my threat. “Trust me, darling, it’ll never happen again! You’re my property, and I can’t damage my treasure.”

Why did I have to fall for an idiot? Idiot or not, though, he’s officially my idiot.

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Ticci Toby:

“Hey, Toby I-Toby?” I stop in mid sentence when I see that Toby is hunched over as he sits on his bed. Gloominess surrounds the air like a heavy fog, something that is extremely abnormal for Toby. His head is cradled in his hands, depression weighing him down. “Toby, what’s wrong?” His head shifts as he glances in my direction, but he doesn’t respond. I quietly sit on the bed beside him. “You can talk to me.”

“I know why I was drawn to you,” he says quietly.

“What do you mean?” I gently ask him.

“When I first met you, I mistook you for my sister,” he continues. “My sister, she died a long time ago. You had a warm, welcoming air about you. When I saw you, I immediately felt at home. Like I did with my sister.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I tell him sadly as I rub his back comfortingly.

“I had amnesia,” he tells me abruptly. “I didn’t remember her, or anything about my past. But now, I remember everything.” His body starts to tremble as his twitching increases in frequency. “I-I killed h-him! I b-burned everything! I-I-I-!”

I stop his ranting as I pull him into my arms. “Hush, now,” I whisper gently. “It’s ok, Toby, I’m right here for you. It’s alright.”

He holds on to me desperately as he trembles violently. He takes deep, shuddering breaths before continuing. “I became a m-monster. I k-killed my own dad, I b-burned my house. I destroyed m-my family.”

“Why?” I ask him as I stroke his head. At this point, Toby killing people doesn’t phase me (a fact that bothers me, but it’s a fact nonetheless). But for some reason, he’s really shaken up by this revelation. I need to know why he was driven to be who he is now.

His nails dig into my back as he tries to explain, but I ignore the pain. “I-I was tired. Of dealing w-with my d-dad. His beatings, his dr-drunkness, his shouting. I couldn’t d-deal with the abuse an-anymore. With my si-sister gone, I just couldn’t. So I k-killed him. And forgot e-everything.”

“Oh, Toby,” I breath as I hold him even tighter. I feel a fury burn inside of me at the thought of Toby’s dad abusing him. How dare he! “It wasn’t your fault! Your dad had no right to do what he did, you didn’t deserve it. He was a worthless piece of shit who wasn’t even capable of loving his own son. He deserved what happened to him. You are not a monster.”

“I-I’m not?” he whimpers.

“Of course you’re not. You’re human, just like me. Nothing more, nothing less,” I assure him.

His grip on me relaxes as he calms down. “[f/n]?” he says questioningly.

“Yes?”

“I really love you,” he says as he snuggles against my neck.

“W-what?” I stumbled out, my heart picking up in pace.

“I love you lots!” he tells me, his usual cheerfulness returning to his words.

I bury my face in his shoulder, his hair tickling my face. I find it hard to breath, let alone speak! But I have to say the words that have been floating around in my head for a long time now. “I love you, too,” I mumble. He pulls away so he can rub his nose against mine. “T-T-Toby! No, stop!” I don’t think my heart can take it!

“Say it again!” he demands.

“I-I love you,” I say shyly.

“Again!”

“No!” I cry.

“Aww, please?” he begs.

“I have a lifetime to tell you I love you, ok?” I tell him.

“I love you,” he tells me warmly.

I fell in love with such a goofball. No matter what others say, he’s no monster.

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Eyeless Jack:

“Jack, can you please explain yourself?” I ask, irritated and confused. It’s the middle of the night, and I wake up to find a blue mask watching me silently. Hey, at least I avoided having a heart attack after screaming my lungs out!

“I was hungry,” Jack mutters.

“And?” I prod.

“I was going to eat your liver,” he says bluntly. Wait, what!?

“What!?” I shriek. “Jack, get off me!”

“But I don’t want your liver, after all,” he continues. “I want your heart.” He trails his finger from where my liver would be to where my heart is, causing said heart to beat uncontrollably.

“Are you being serious?” I ask nervously. Maybe Jack is pulling my leg? I really hope so. But sadly, he’s not. As he pulls out a surgical knife, my stomach drops. “Jack, no!” I shove him off me, dashing for the door. I make it out and I continue to run aimlessly down the halls, hoping to outrun him. But Jack is extremely fast, and quiet on his feet. One glance behind me reveals he is right on my heels. An intake of air meant to catch my breath becomes a shrill scream as I feel myself being tackled to the floor. I struggle against him, but all my effort is futile.

“Shh,” Jack breaths to silence me. “It’s ok. It won’t hurt.”

“I’ll die, Jack!” I sob.

“No, it’ll be a transplant,” he tells me, trying to be reassuring. But it fails epicly as I try to struggle harder. “Then your heart will belong to me.”

“Why do you even want my heart?” I ask him, tears choking me.

“Because I don’t want anyone else to have it. You belong to me, and me only.”

“What?” I say, utterly confused. “You don’t need to cut out my heart for me to belong to you! That’s not how it works!”

He tilts his head in confusion. “But if I have it, no one else will.”

“But that doesn’t mean I’ll belong to you,” I say, trying to remain calm. Surely I can talk him out of this. Jack has done some pretty weird shit for as long as I’ve known him, but he is still able to be sensible. “In order to belong to you, I have to choose to belong to you.”

His grip on me relaxes as my words soak in. “Then, do you choose to belong to me?” he asks.

“It depends,” I say softly. “Why do you need me to belong to you?”

“Because…,” he trails. “Because, I….I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Your answer determines if I can belong to you or not,” I push.

“There is a human word for it. What was it?” he asks himself. I say nothing as I wait for him to think about it. Eventually, he whispers, “Love. I think I am in love with you.”

I sigh in relief. “If I belong to you, does that mean you will never kill me or cut me up?” I ask. I have to be sure!

“I would never kill you!” Jack exclaims, louder than I have ever heard him. “And I would have no reason to ever cut you up.”

“Good,” I say with a warm smile. “Because I love you, too. My heart belongs to you, without you having to cut it out. But please, can you get off of me now?”

“Yes,” he replies as he helps me to my feet. His hand continues to grip mine, spreading warmth to my cold hand.

“And please, don’t ever, ever do something like that again,” I demand sternly.

“Ok,” he replies, sounding embarrassed as well as guilty. I guess he realizes that his behavior was way too much.

“Good. Now come on, let’s go to bed. I’m exhausted. After,” I emphasise, “you put away that knife.”

“Ok. Can I sleep with you?” he asks, sounding like a little boy.

“Of course, but no funny business,” I say with a smile as I pull him to my bedroom.

He’s utterly dangerous, but truly, he’s just different from everyone. But I know I can handle him, because I understand him best. I love my psycho, despite everything. Maybe I’m a psycho, too?

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Filming was done for the day and you were just about to make your way off set when a certain ginger approached you.

“Hey [Y/N] right?” He said jogging up to you “we haven’t done a lot of scenes together yet but I’ve watched you on set. You’re a great actor you know? I’m ah Rory by the way”.

You couldn’t help but blush. You were use to getting compliments but this was the first time in awhile that someone you were so attracted to gave you one.
“Oh trust me I know” you laughed trying to play it cool “thank you, you’re great too”.

“Thanks” he grinned “hey ah you have any plans?”.

“Nope”.

“Awesome, I mean do you maybe want to go out for drinks? I’ll drive” he offered. You couldn’t help but be shocked by how fast this was going. This was your first formal conversation outside of work and he was already asking you out for drinks?

“Sure sounds fun” you agreed, despite your shock. Who knows, perhaps this night could lead to something… interesting.

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warriorilian  asked:

do you have any weasley twins headcanons? :)

i’m not as passionate about them as the fandom is, but they’re still awesome so let’s go

  • george is actually older than fred, though his name always comes second (is there something canon to disprove this idk)
  • their first prank was actually an accident, but they acted like they totally did it on purpose 
  • literally one of the Best pair of beaters that hogwarts has ever (and will ever) seen bc of that twin instinct? works flawlessly
  • oh speaking of which their twin instinct is actually a Thing (like parseltongue or some other innate magical property) - they always have a vague sense of where the other is and how he’s feeling, stuff like that
  • lee jordan doesn’t share this, but he’s almost like a third brother to them
  • (the hogwarts community is kinda in awe of how lee got in with the Twins)
  • fred’s favorite color is red, like a good gryffindor. george’s is actually green, but he tells everyone it’s also red
  • they live for being Extra
  • the only other person they see as having the same potential for mischief in their family is, for the longest time, ginny
  • but then they see the kind of shit ron gets up to in hogwarts and are like “nvm”
  • fred is surprisingly good at herbology, for some odd reason, but it comes in handy for the joke shop

ask for more if you want them, this is fun

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littleplebe  asked:

I BE THE FIRST TO DO IT!!! Darcy/Steve, please. Something that involves a road trip maybe? Or meet cute in a foreign land?

Yes, you were the first. ;)

I also may have seen a awesome person here at Logan with a Star Wars backpack which helped spur this on.

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“Adventure, excitement - a Jedi craves not these things.”

“A Jedi might not, but what does Darcy Lewis want?” Steve asks, looking down at Darcy, stretched out across the steps of the state house in Boston with her face ripped up to take in the starry night shining above them. The meeting in Boston had been entirely coincidence - Steve had been there for one of the first stops on the road trip that he’d been thinking of doing since he’d first woken in the 21st century, and Darcy to visit family and deal with increasingly uncomfortable and awkward questions about what she was doing with her life now that her internship with Doctor Foster had ended and her time in New York was drawing to a close.

The ghost tour was entirely Darcy’s idea, and Steve found her too adorable to say no.

Darcy cocks her head, giving him a look that practically glows in the golden lights that suffuse the area, giving the ghost tour a particularly eerie and out of time feeling (Steve sympathizes) and says, “I want an adventure of a lifetime.”

Steve just grins and holds out a hand, saying “What are you waiting for then?” and relishes the feeling when her small hand curls around his and holds tight.

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Just a heads up, I may not finish all of the prompts tonight (especially given the state of this flight *grumbles miserably*) but I will get to all of them eventually. Thank you, all of you, for the inspiration.

Update 2: I also feel like I should admit that the first line in the ficlet up there should totally be read in the voice of Randal from Clerks. Because that’s what my whiskey addled brain is hearing and it makes infinitely more sense (look, Darcy is a Clerks fan in my stories. She’d totally think like that too).