i have tons of his stuff in my queue right now

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Ash’s Writing Challenge (3) - Little Red Riding Hood - This is the story behind Negan’s red scarf - [continued]

Negan x Female Reader

A/N:  This is a short story based on the Little Red Riding Hood. <33 This is a three part series for @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash challenge xx I’m sorry this took forever to post I’ve been in a bad writing rut >.< –  Special shoutout to this beautiful soul @daintyunicorn for helping me out in my time of need <33  <– you guys…her work is FIRE, if you  haven’t checked out her stuff, her one shots are soo good, and ‘The Hills’ is one of my favorite fics!

Tags: NSFW, SMUT 

The Wolf (1) || Masterlist

Originally posted by mypapawinchester

•••

Beware the charm of men. 

Since you were a teenager, you were taught that no man looks at a woman with honesty. That the minute they lay eyes on you they are consumed by lust. They will use their wits to ease you into their trap and then devour your mind, body and soul the instant chance they get. Those words were implemented by your grandmother, and they lingered in your head as you sat down next to the handsome stranger. You were the last person that wanted to admit she was right, but you couldn’t ignore how unsettled you were. You glued your eyes to the deteriorating wood, admiring the fire dancing wildly atop of it. 

Noticing you avoid his stare, the man responded with a sigh and rested his forearm on his knee while extending his other leg out to get comfortable. “What happened to your group?” 

“Pardon me?” 

“You mentioned that you haven’t been on your own that long, which means at some fucking point you were with others. What happened?” 

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hours

Adrien didn’t wish it often, but sometimes he wished that Plagg could powernap just a little bit faster.

They’d been trapped in this room for hours.

Ladybug, crouched against the wall with her forearms rested idly on her knees, watched him pace. “Chat?”

Adrien, feeling much too weak and, well, naked to be Chat, stopped anyway. “Yeah?”

Ladybug pursed her lips, studying him for a moment before saying, “You… do know this wasn’t your fault, right?”

He glanced pointedly at the small cataclysm-induced landslide blocking their way out that very much was his fault.

Ladybug’s brow wrinkled behind her mask. “No, I mean like… everyone makes mistakes.“

He raised his own brows.

Not that it was that odd for Ladybug to spout stuff like this on occasion, but it usually weren’t directed at him. He was used to mostly just getting compliments in various degrees of off-handedness and backhandedness from her. Touchy-feely conversations had never really been their forte.

She, as per usual, followed his thought process to a tee, and wrinkled her nose at him. “Yeah, yeah… But…” She regarded him for another minute, and then said, “I mean, even superheroes make mistakes. I’ve made a ton of them. It’s not… well, it’s not the end of the world, you know?”

She was going for reassuring, and he was a little bit reassured, but he kind of wondered what he must look like to bring her to actually trying to talk about this.

“Well,” he still couldn’t help but point out. “It’s kinda more likely to be the end of the world if we screw up, you know?”

And the akuma is still out there, went unsaid.

“Yeah, but we’re also a lot better at fixing it too,” was her rejoinder, the light in her eyes catching him and holding him to the spot, the quirk of her lips hypnotically confident.

Adrien swallowed and looked away, cursing his pulse for faltering.

His partner stretched and sighed, arms above her head and her muscles flexing under the skintight suit, and then said, “Seriously. I… know I don’t say it much, but you’re doing really well. I’ve had months of practice by now, and you’re almost better at this than I am.”

“Lies,” he said, just this side of too raspy, her words warming him from the inside out.

She smiled fondly at her palms. “I’m… really glad to have you around, you know.”

Fffffffffffffff

“I’m glad to be here,” he mumbled, cheeks tingling almost painfully hard. He scrubbed the back of his neck. “And I’m glad… I’m glad you’re not alone.”

Her bright, soft smile said, see? That’s what I’m talking about, and Adrien sighed.

That look was going to stick with him longer than they’d been stuck in here, he just knew it.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Can you recommend your favorite accounts about Narnia?

Hey there! I have loads of favorite Narnia blogs (in fact I think basically all Narnia blogs are amazing) so it’s really hard to decide on just a few blogs to share with you. I’ve decided to talk about the blogs I’ve had the honor of getting to know/really admire, but know that I love all the Narnia blogs that I’m following! (And also there are so many blogs I love that I’m probably forgetting to mention but I can’t remember them right now oops.)


@lucypcvensie​ ➤ Not only is Eysha’s blog full of wonderful Narnia content, she’s such a sweet and caring person. She’s super fun to talk to and is a great encourager. I love the edits she makes, especially her moodboards, and the posts she reblogs often make their way to my queue.

@nylonsandlipstick@tumnusses@spookysusan​  ➤ I’ve put these three people together because I consider them the “Golden Trio” of the Tumblr Narnia fandom. Nina, Isa, and Lala all make beautiful edits and gifs and have so much skill in making such pretty things! They’re all nice and friendly people and are really good at explaining their own opinions in a polite yet firm way.

@rhindons​ ➤ Niki has so many wonderful Narnia gifs and she also does this really creative Narnia cooking project that I haven’t seen anyone do before. She also posts some cute and funny non-Narnia content, but no matter what she posts, I enjoy seeing it on my dash!

@sheisthehighqueen​ ➤ Though Lydia’s been pretty busy these past few months, I definitely recommend following her blog! She somehow can find the time to make some really gorgeous Narnia/PJO crossover edits. Honestly all her edits are beautiful.

@scarletgalaxy​ ➤ Jas’ blog is amazing. She makes all types of Narnia content, from edits to gifts to crossovers, all of which are beautiful and well crafted. Her blog also includes a few other fandoms, but the main one is Narnia. Jas is a great person to talk to and she explains things very well.

@highqueenlucy​ ➤ Mainly Narnia, but involving a few other fandoms, Clarice’s blog and edits are stunning. She has some really beautiful gifsets that look like they took forever to make. She’s a wonderful person, always friendly and patient.

@pensivethejust​ ➤ Lloyd has a roleplay blog where his muse is Edmund Pevensie. Not only are his posts interesting to read, he’s a great person to interact with. Besides the roleplaying, he reblogs lots of Narnia content. When I feel the need to reblog some Edmund stuff, Lloyd’s blog is one of the first ones I go to.

@queeensusan​ ➤ Priscilla is a blessing to the Narnia fandom. Her gifsets are beautiful, especially the coloring, and I am constantly in awe whenever she posts new content. I haven’t really talked to her myself, but she seems like a really good person!

@istillliveinnarnia​ ➤ I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: Jessie is so creative and talented. She’s the only person I know who does cosplay, and has come up with cool crossovers I’ve never thought of before. Her Narnia edits are really pretty and should be liked and reblogged all the time!

@fyeahnarnians​ ➤ Reblogging various Narnia content including icons, gifs, text posts, and more, Mo’s blog is full of amazing posts. I often find edits or other Narnia things that I haven’t seen before. Her edits are gorgeous!

@bythelamppost​ ➤ This Narnia sideblog is very lovely. Polly reblogs great content that I love seeing on my dashboard. She also brings up really good points and ideas in discussions relating to Narnia (and other topics) and states them in a respectful way, even if she disagrees with people.

@coravis​ ➤ Aimee owns a beautiful blog, from the theme to the edits. She creates pretty typography edits, black and white edits, and beautiful moodboards. It’s always great to see her posts on my dash.

@jillpcle​ ➤ Molly’s blog is gorgeous and is definitely worth following. She posts a little of other fandoms  too, but no matter what is posted, it’s very beautiful. Her Narnia gifsets are beautiful and all the gifs are so pretty, I can’t imagine the time it takes to make everything.

@cairparavel No matter what Caspian posts, may it be edits, gifs, or personal text posts, I love seeing them on my dash. Cas is funny and kind and it’s great following this blog!

@passeurdaurore This blog seems to somehow make and post lots of beautiful gifsets and edits constantly. Wenn seems like a lovely person and I hope to talk to her in the future!

@queensusan One of many talents, Wind not only makes edits, she also writes. Her posts are always welcome on my dash and I often add her edits to my queue because they’re all so pretty!

@digorykirke Meredith’s blog is amazing and reblogs lots of fantastic Narnia content. She seems so nice and encouraging. Her gifsets are all really cool and creative, I especially love the TV tropes series that she did.

@edmundblake Vanessa is so talented, she makes tons stunning black and white gifs and graphics. She reblogs lots of Narnia content that all look really nice. She definitely is someone to follow!

@dailynarnia A super amazing Narnia blog run by multiple people, this blog reblogs amazing Narnia content multiple times a day. They’re from all different people so it’s a great place to look for other Narnia blogs to follow!

@caspiandefensenet @pevensienet @ladiesofnarnia @narniaincolor I’m totally not recommending these because I’m part of some of them. I know these blogs are networks but they’re all really amazing. Not only do they post really nice content, the members are all really talented and can make beautiful edits. Follow all of them!

Smoke Breaks and Gummy Bears

More Mustard!Verse, (where everything is beautiful and nothing hurts) because I love it so. 

Sam gets Cas stoned for the first time. Enjoy! 


Dean can smell the weed the moment he steps out of his room. The skunky, earthy aroma is familiar, even if it’s been years since he’s smoked. What he doesn’t understand is why the bunker smells like a Led Zeppelin concert and he makes it his mission to find out.

It doesn’t take long before he finds himself in front of one of the spare rooms, wisps of smoke coming from the crack at the bottom of the door. He stands and listens, hearing high-pitched giggles and suddenly, two voices yelling out, “Whoa!” followed by more giggling. He rolls his eyes and pushes his way into the room.

Dean has seen a lot in his thirty-eight years but this is a new one. Through the thick gray smoke, he sees Sam, head hanging off the bed, laughing so hard he’s silent. His laptop has a YouTube video on and Dean barely spares it a glance, his attention drawn down. Castiel, Angel of the Lord, his Cas, is rolling on the floor, tears streaming from his blue eyes which just so happen to be bloodshot too.

“What the fuck?” The giggling stops. “Seriously, Sam? You got him stoned?”

The two idiots in front of him start laughing again. Sam is the first to regain his ability to talk.

“Dean! Dean!”

giggle

“Deaaaaan. You need to watch this!” Sam points at his laptop and with another roll of his eyes, Dean looks at the screen.

“What the hell am I looking at?”

A squeak comes from the floor before Cas speaks. “It’s the hydraulic press channel, Dean. It’s quite clever.”

giggle

“There is a very funny Finnish man who crushes whatever he wants with his hydraulic press.”

giggle

“The bowling ball exploded, Dean! It just exploded!”

He tries not to—holy shit, does he try—but a laugh escapes him. Fuck if Cas stoned and giggling on the floor isn’t the most hilarious and fucking adorable thing he’s ever seen.

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{ we’ll give the world to you }

pt. 2

Alex was so good with Rosie that you wanted to cry out of relief. You drove there while Alex sat with Rosie in the back since you didn’t have a car seat for her yet. The drive was short and Rosie was practically bouncing as she got out of the car. The whole way there, she was looking out the window with Alex showing her the little things he liked about New York. She was mesmerized by the neon lights of the grocery store that spelled out the store’s name. 

You let her walk around, and found it sweet how she reached up for your hand as Alex got a shopping cart. 

Food was easy. Mac and cheese, lots of fruits and veggies, fruit snacks, and peanut butter and jelly was what you associated with your childhood, so you figured Rosie would like the same. Minus the fruit and veggie part.

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anonymous asked:

namjin 👨‍❤️‍💋‍👨

  • big spoon/little spoon: seokjin is the big spoon! joon loves being babied by him honestly
  • favorite non-sexual activity: painting! joon makes a ton of finger paint messes on his canvas and jin normally draws hearts layered over hearts because he’s staring at the paint on joon’s cheeks and thinking how adorable his husband is
  • who uses all the hot water: namjoon, seokjin resents him for it lmao
  • most trivial thing they fight over: namjoon leaving his stuff everywhere, namjoon using the microwave, namjoon using up all the hot water, namjoon not taking his shoes off at the door, namjoon blasting his music when jin is trying to write, ohm ygosh seokjin nags at joon for everything tbh
  • who does most of the cleaning: jin! but namjoon reads aloud to him while he does so that jin doesn’t get too mad at him when he finds joon’s dirty laundry pile in their closet
  • what has a season pass on their dvr/who controls the netflix queue: i am a firm believer of joon diligently watching supernatural, no one can change my mind on this and seokjin watches a ton of cooking shows, they share control over the queue
  • who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: namjoon! he’s too scared to fix it himself in case the boiler catches fire or something, but he also doesn’t want jin to worry about it either
  • who steals the blankets: jin! his feet get cold very easily and he absolutely needs those blankets
  • who leaves their stuff around: namjoon! jin nags at him about it, but at least it isn’t as bad as when namjoon first moved in with him
  • who remembers to buy the milk: joon! seokjin always sends namjoon to do the grocery shopping with yoongi so that namjoon doesn’t get hit by a meteor or something while he’s out
  • who remembers anniversaries: neither, seokjin doesn’t like celebrating things like that and namjoon turns all philosophical saying its only a date and that the important thing about their relationship is knowing that even after so many years, they’re still together and they still love each other
  • Who cooks normally? seokjin without a doubt! namjoon isn’t allowed in the kitchen at all, not after he broke the fridge door
  • How often do they fight? playfully? all the time! they domestically bicker all the time, but seriously, they don’t fight at all, not even once
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other? when he misses joon, seokjin starts to be reminded of him by everything, especially books and certain smells that remind him of his joonie. when namjoon misses jin, he starts spouting quotes about love and soulmates and goes on a rant about the how the universe was cruel enough to make him wait some twenty odd years to meet his soulmate (aka jinnie)
  • Nicknames for each other? joonie! joon! nams! jin-hyung! jinnie! hyungie!
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner? namjoon, he never lets jin pay when they go out because seokjin already does a lot back home
  • Who steals the covers at night? seokjin! but it only happens when he’s having trouble sleeping and keeps tossing and turning in bed. that subsides when namjoon wraps him into his arms and throws one of his legs over jin’s hips
  • What would they get each other for gifts? seokjin would get namjoon books, ryan-related stuff, and tons of pretty notebooks to write his random thoughts down in during the day. joon would get jin tons of cooking books, kitchen appliances, pots, pans, and kisses everywhere
  • Who kissed who first? technically seokjin kissed namjoon first, it was pretty funny though because namjoon had tried to kiss jin, but ended up kissing his chin instead so seokjin put him out of his misery and kissed him very tenderly on the mouth
  • Who made the first move? mm oh my gosh seokjin did, they met at the university library and seokjin just saw his whole future with joon flash before his eyes when he saw namjoon sitting at a table reading a book and seokjin went up to him and said, “hi. i’m a total stranger and all, but would you like to get dinner sometime because i think you’re my soulmate and wow you’re way cuter up close”
  • Who remembers things? namjoon has ingrained every single thing about seokjin into his brain, he isn’t going to forget anything about his hyung
  • Who started the relationship? seokjin lol after they kissed he was contemplating just proposing right then and there, but just asked namjoon to officially his boyfriend. they eloped like three months later because seokjin is impatient and namjoon couldn’t resist, but its cool ‘cause now they’ve been together for like 6 years and still love each other as fiercely as when they first met (soulmates i tell you)
  • Who cusses more? joon! seokjin makes him put money in a cuss jar every time he cusses tho
  • What would they do if the other was hurt? its like second nature for seokjin to take care of namjoon when he’s hurt (namjoon isnt called the god destruction for no reason guys) so when namjoon does get hurt, jin pulls out that mini first aid kit that taehyung gave him and sets to work on treating joon’s injuries. namjoon calls yoongi when seokjin gets hurt because its rare as hell for seokjin to get injured and he doesn’t want to make things worse with his clumsy fumbling

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What are class 1-A's favorite ice cream flavors?

((can u tell I was hungry when I wrote this))

Midoriya likes the fruit flavored ones. Not necessarily strawberry, but stuff like banana, kiwi, mango are appealing to him. Iida, a butter pecan man in his own right, applauds the vain attempt at being healthy through ice cream. He only has it sometimes since his favorite flavor is so fatty.

Bakugou is more for the simple stuff. He always bites into his chocolate ice cream and it terrifies everyone to this day. Kirishima, despite being well-equipped to bite ice cream, is a normal fucking person and eats ice cream like a human being. There was an ice cream shop near his house when he was a kid and they had the best rocky road ice cream, so that’s his favorite. Kaminari is up there with Deku, he likes the more natural flavors. Catch Kaminari at 2 AM eating out of a quart of pistachio ice cream because he CAN.

Todoroki, to the surprise of many, is a peanut butter dude. When he was little his dad controlled his diet very strictly, and now that he’s out of the house he can eat what he wants. Turns out he wants peanut butter.

I stand by my headcanon that Uraraka likes mint chocolate chip ice cream and Tsuyu likes strawberry ice cream and whenever they get ice cream together they match. That’s not why, but it just turns out that way.

Momo, true to her aesthetic, likes stuff like cheesecake ice cream. It’s simple, it’s nice, and it tastes amazing. And yes, she likes peach ice cream too. Jirou will ask for a scoop, the cashier is like “of what,” she says to surprise her. Momo’s astonished. The guy could come out with the most cavity-inducing, sugary mess and Jirou would absolutely try it.

Mina likes sugary, cotton candy/bubblegum ice cream and it’s a wonder she still has teeth. Tooru, on the opposite end of the spectrum, likes flavors like sweet cream. She is a simple girl with simple needs, and one of those simple needs is all of her teeth.

Shouji and Tokoyami both like vanilla ice cream. Tokoyami worries a little that it might ruin his image, until he realized no one gives a shit what kind of ice cream he likes goddamn stop worrying. Dark Shadow likes coffee ice cream tho

Sero prefers frozen yogurt. He gets the tart flavors and a shit ton of the little boba things. It’s ridiculous. Looks like a fuckin… bowl of orange caviar.

Satou usually gets the cotton candy type of stuff Mina gets, but he prefers, like, cookies n’ cream. Kouda will usually end up switching with him.

Mineta’s favorite popsicle flavor is dick

Ojiro doesn’t really have a favorite flavor, he just doesn’t like stuff with caramel in it. Aoyama, on the other hand, will eat anything with caramel in it.

nyghtshadow  asked:

Sorry I am new to tumblr, just trying to get the hang of things. Should I have responded here? If so, Good choices! Hard to choose! Can I suggest 4? lol costumes, baking, cuddling to stay warm and apple picking. Character choice would be Sam!

(I just went with the first one for now, but maybe I’ll revisit your other requests later!) 


“I don’t do Halloween, Y/N.” Sam’s flat ton reminded you that he actually did hate this holiday, and you understood why. The things people dressed up as were the things he’d spent his whole life hunting. To everyone else, it was a joke, but to him, it was a reminder that all of these people had no idea what could really happen to them in the blink of an eye.

“I know, Sam. You say it every year. But come on, it’s a party. It’s an excuse to drink beer and wear shitty costumes and just let loose for once.” You whined. Halloween had always been one of your favorite holidays, and for good reason. In high school, you’d dabbled in special effects makeup and messed around with enough liquid latex to turn yourself into any morphed out creature you could think of. Halloween was your thing

“Let loose. Sure.” Sam grunted.

“Come on. Just slap on a red flannel and go as Paul Bunyan or something.” You rolled your eyes, hating that you had to have this conversation year after year. 

“Yeah, Sammy, you’re freakishly tall enough to pull that off.” Dean slapped his younger brother on the back of the head and strode into the room, three beers in his hands.

“Shut up, Dean. You hate Halloween as much as I do and you know it. What’s the point in getting dressed up and going to some party when we could just drink here without the hassle?” Sam snatched a beer from Dean and downed just about half of it. 

“Fine. All I’m saying is this year, I was ditching the gory stuff and going for a more typical girl’s Halloween costume.” You shrugged and stood, walking to the doorway. As you lingered there, you pulled something from your back pocket and dangled it in the air from one finger.

“Sammy. For the love of God, Sammy. Those are handcuffs. Go, go, go! This is not a drill! Y/N is going to be a sexy cop this year!” Dean scrambled to his feet, and over to you. “Please forgive my idiot brother. Or, better yet, don’t. I’ll go to the party with you. I’ll run out and buy a black and white striped jumpsuit and be your prisoner.” Dean pleaded, but you just laughed and shook your head.

“Sammy made up his mind. Looks like these and the fishnets were a waste of money.” With a dramatic sigh, you dropped the cuffs on the floor at your feet and sauntered toward your bedroom. If you knew Sam, and you knew Sam, he’d be right behind you, ready to do whatever you wanted to do, as long as those handcuffs made another appearance after you’d returned from the party.



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Voyage, Pt. 1

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

Summary: Five years, four friends, three lovers still stuck in the past, two love stories, one ship hundreds of miles away from shore, all set on a voyage that would change their lives from here on out.

Characters: Taehyung, Jimin, (she/her) Reader

Tags: Romance, slice of life, mild angst

Notes: After a terribly long wait, I humbly present my second project: ‘Voyage’! This mini serial is based on my First Love Commemoration Series, and will follow, in more depth, the stories of Taehyung and Jimin and their respective first loves. The serial will be about 3-4 parts long, perhaps five if I’m feeling wordy. With no further ado, please enjoy the first segment of this voyage of a lifetime!

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5, Afterthoughts

          You had hit many milestones in your twenty-four years of life—your first friendship, your first falling out, your first time attending a concert of your favourite band, your first time crying over celebrities who had no idea who you were, your high school entrance ceremony, your first boyfriend and your first break-up, graduation, attending college away from home, experiencing dorm life for the first time, making your first steps towards a career you had no idea if was right for you.  

          Twenty-four years was no small amount of time, but it had felt so short, so fleeting, you blink your eyes and suddenly foot races down school corridors to get a good spot in the lunch queue had felt like eons ago. Even at graduation, the reality of leaving your teenage years behind had not hit you—you hugged friends goodbye, thanked teachers for their guidance, took a tour of the building you spent the most beautiful years of your youth in—and you had left it all behind. In those instances it hadn’t felt so heavy, so irreversible, but when you moved into your dorm and lost yourself on campus trying to get to class, you had realised how small you were, and how gargantuan the world was.

          Adulthood. Four years into college, into your twenties, and that word still sat on your tongue like a clump of wet sand. You’d loll it around, stuff it into the pocket of your cheeks and work around it, but it was always there. You wondered when you would grow to fit the shoes you had haphazardly worn and sprinted in for the past four years, wondered if the transition would happen like a car collision—jarring, instantaneous—or if you’d slip into it unknowingly like a daydream. 

          Then one day you received an email class, and you had faded away from the lecture hall, away from the hubbub of classroom noises and your professor’s lecture on abnormal psychology, and you had found yourself standing at the foot of a very long, long flight of stairs.

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amazajumpdoodles  asked:

How about VHope for the ship ask?

Sure thing!

  • Who’s more dominant: Hoseok is, but Taehyung puts up a good fight. He is the Master of Sass™.
  • Who’s the cuddler: Hard to say because they both love it, but in the end, Hoseok initiates more.
  • Who’s the big spoon/little spoon: They don’t usually spoon because Taehyung kicks in his sleep. Their favorite position for cuddling is one of them on their back and the other on their side, usually with a leg thrown over their partner’s. 
  • What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Does fucking shit up count? These guys are a rambunctious pair, and it’s usually nonstop plans with them. They’re both social butterflies though, so a lot of the time they like hanging out with their friends in big groups.
  • Who uses all the hot water: Taehyung gets in there while he’s still mostly asleep and leans against the wall for 10-15 minutes before he starts washing. Sometimes he actually takes a bottle of cola in with him. It makes Hoseok laugh.
  • Most trivial thing they fight over: None of their fights are trivial, at least not to them. They have the most dramatic push-and-pull relationship.
  • Who does most of the cleaning: Hoseok. Taehyung can’t be bothered with it, and only cleans when Hoseok badgers him into it.
  • Who has a season pass on their DVR/Who controls the Netflix queue: Taehyung has All The Shit because he’s really into dat fandom life. He actually runs a couple of really popular blogs, one where he reviews anime and manga, and the other where he talks about foreign films. By “foreign films,” I mean mostly American movies. He likes all that Marvel stuff. To keep up, he needs his Netflix, his Hulu, and his Crunchyroll ready to go.
  • Who calls up the super/landlord when the heat’s not working: Hoseok takes care of that. Taehyung will just notice that he’s colder and put on a sweatshirt.
  • Who leaves their stuff around: Somehow it never fails. Hoseok finally finishes cleaning, and the place is spotless. He goes to take a nap, but when he wakes up there are dirty dishes in the sink, clothes on the floor, papers scattered across the table, mud in the foyer, and Taehyung passed out drooling on the couch with his legs slung over the back. It’s happened again: Hurricane Tae has struck.
  • Who remembers to buy the milk: Hoseok because he knows if there’s no milk for the cereal, he will never hear the end of the whining.
  • Who remembers anniversaries: Hoseok does. Taehyung will usually remember approximate times of year, but he asks Hoseok for the actual dates.
  • Who cooks normally: Breakfast is a free for all because Taehyung usually just wants cereal. If they’re both home for lunch, Taehyung will usually whip up some sandwiches. It’s like one of three things he can make, alright? Hoseok handles dinner because like nobody wants a repeat of Kimchi Pizzaburger Corn Chowder night. 
  • How often do they fight: If they weren’t so in love, they’d declare each other archenemies and take up arms. They bicker all the time, and at least once a term there’s a big blow-up about Taehyung’s questionable study methods. He gets all hyped on 5-Hour Energy Shots, stays up for days, and turns into a huge brat. Hoseok cannot handle it.
  • What do they do when they’re away from each other: They have a running exchange of pictures of lolcats and doges interspersed with emoji reactions.
  • Nicknames for each other: Taehyung really likes nicknames, so he has a ton and encourages Hoseok to use nicknames with him as well. He likes to call Hoseok stuff like Hobibi, Hobal, Hobari, Hobi, Hobi-hyung, Hoho, peanut butter, love muffin, Whopper (because his hair looked like the candy, Whoppers), etc. It gets kinda ridic. Hoseok usually just sticks to Tae, Taetae, Taehyungie, or cutie, but sometimes he gets creative with it.
  • Who is more likely to pay for dinner: Hoseok usually does since he’s older and he makes more money than Tae.
  • Who steals the covers at night: Taehyung does because he tosses and turns in his sleep, and they just wind up getting caught underneath his flailing limbs.
  • What would they get each other for gifts: Taehyung and Hoseok aren’t big on gifts since they are both technically Broke College Kids™. The stuff they do buy each other is either cheap and useless, like toys out of coin machines, or things they actually need, like a new pair of earbuds. 
  • Who kissed who first: Hoseok did even though Taehyung asked to be kissed, so like, did he really kiss Taehyung first or was it just a Jedi mind-trick? They still debate this on occasion.
  • Who made the first move: Picture it: a blustery day on campus. Our protagonist wears his scarf wrapped around his face, a beanie with bear ears on it pulled low. He shoulders his way into the door of the coffee shop, fingertips red and beginning to throb with cold. Making his way to the register, he begins to unwind his Hufflepuff scarf from around his neck; gangstas gotta represent, wut wut. Halfway through the process, he freezes with his arm in the air. The sun smiles at him. Beams of light project from this face; an angel, he’s finally seen an angel in real life. “Oh my god,” he blurts out, “I knew angels were real. Please continue to bless me with your smiling visage, oh great one. Also can you hold my hands before my fingers fall off?” Behind the counter, Hoseok lets out a delighted guffaw. “Oh,” he coos, “oh, you’re so cute.” “Please marry me,” Taehyung says, tugging the last layer of his scarf off, “I’m really good at giving head.”
  • Who remembers things: Taehyung is a really good storyteller, and he can recount with amazing detail almost any point in their relationship. He’s like an elephant. A Taelephant. He never forgets…except when it involves numbers. For some reason, numbers really fuck with his head. They send him straight to Wonderland.
  • Who started the relationship: Taehyung did. Right after meeting Hoseok. At the coffee shop. Immediately after putting his order in. He just asked Hoseok out right then and there, and sure, they broke up that one time for like two months but it was the worst two months ever and they got back together at Jimin’s birthday party when they both showed up dressed as bananas, and they’ve been going strong ever since.
  • Who cusses more: Hoseok does; he’s got a bit of a temper.
  • What would they do if the other one was hurt: Aw, man, now you done unleashed the beast. This one time Taehyung accidentally started a bar fight, and he got punched in the nose, and Hoseok was like, “Bonsai!!!” Long story short, he turned a break dancing move into like a flying martial arts kick, and knocked that fucker out. Afterward, he couldn’t quite remember doing it, but he believes the grainy cell phone film wasn’t doctored.
  • Who is the dirty talker: Taehyung is more of a dirty talker than Hoseok unless he’s otherwise occupied ;)))
  • A head canon: Hoseok and Taehyung like to meet between classes and sit on the grass under the trees. They hold hands and pick little flowers weeds and toss them at each other’s faces. Sometimes they nap. Sometimes they kiss. Sometimes they– “Hey!” Hoseok barks, striding up to the group of freshmen sitting at the foot of their tree, “This spot is occupied! Get the fuck outta here.” He jerks a thumb over his shoulder at the gaggle of giggling girls. “Uh, no,” one laughs, “we were here first. Public property.” “Uh, no,” Hoseok imitates her inflection, and then points to the bark of the tree behind them, “this spot is fucking reserved, bitches. For me.” He sees Taehyung loping down the hill, tall and gorgeous and model-cool in brown leather and fitted trousers. Pointing at him, Hoseok adds, “And him. This is our spot, we sit here every day from 11:15 to 12:30. We’ve put in the man-hours. We’ve built a life. Our marriage will take place here. Our children will be born here–” “Hey,” Taehyung interrupts, looping an arm around his neck and planting a kiss on his cheek. He smiles. “Oh, hey, Joy. How’s it going?” One of the girls that are currently staring at Hoseok like he’s insane–and maybe he is a little bit–startles, brushing her blond hair back from her face. She grins at Taehyung. “Hey, Tae, it’s okay.” She nods at Hoseok. “Just dealing with this psycho.” “Ah, yeah,” Taehyung chuckles and pets Hoseok affectionately, “he’s a creature of habit. Gets a little weird breaking tradition. Maybe you guys could just indulge me, pretty please, just this once, and pop a squat over underneath that other maple?” The girls confer with a flurry of eye-flicks, then Joy nods. “Yeah, okay. You guys enjoy your tree time.” “Thanks!” Taehyung trills. –Sometimes they kick other people out of their spot.

Send Me A Ship

SPN Set Visit with itsokaysammy and I…

So many of you know about the SPN10 Contest that was done via twitter and instagram back in Sept/Oct…

Well, it turns out that about 4 weeks ago, Michael itsokaysammy, was notified that he had won the contest and that he and a guest were going to go to Vancouver to visit the set of Supernatural…VERY SOON

I was that guest…Michael and I had made a pact to help each other win and IF either of us won, we’d take the other…IT WAS ME!!! happy crying emoji

We were flown to Vancouver Sunday 2/14 (Valentines) and met up with the winners from the Japan contest, the team from Warner Bros, who were part of promotions, and the crew filming footage of our tour…

So without further ado…I know you all just want the highlights

Monday was the Studio Set Tour, we were there for 12 hours

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better latte than never.

Genre: Is ‘awful pining and cakes’ a genre, because that’s how I’d define this.

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader (Bakery & Restaurants!AU)

Word count: 3369

Summary: You live in a small town and the Kims a restaurant right across the street from your family’s bakery. At first you hate the idea, but the gorgeous eldest son of the owner easily changes your mind.

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anonymous asked:

hello! could i request some protective!imayoshi, i want to see him get serious about his girlfriend for once. maybe like someone is harassing her? like an ex or something? thank you! <3

Hi! I hope he didn’t appear too OOC here. I rarely write something with Imayoshi in it so……..yeah. MIAN.


You were making your way to the basketball gym where you boyfriend was. You were planning to return his notes in Mathematics since you’ve accidentally fallen asleep during the long lecture about definite integrals. Sighing, you remembered how placid his expression was when he lent you his notebook. It wasn’t the usual him. Well, in all honesty, you didn’t know if you did the right thing about going out with Imayoshi. You felt like you were treated differently. He was less smiling, less talking, less everything whenever he was with you. You were so close to asking him if he thought that your one-month old relationship was just a joke

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Dare - Ashton Irwin Fanfic - Part 13

Part 12

Summary:You and your neighbour Ashton never really got along until he decided to change that, making you two the most unlikely set of best friends. Both of you are dancing on the edge of desire but the question is, who will slip first?

Word Count: 2.5K


“I hate dress trousers. They feel weird. It’s like I’m naked or something when I have all this extra room around my legs. Why would you need all this room anyway? Jeans are better, they at least feel like you have something on.” Ashton tucked the crisp white shirt into the dress trousers and adjusted the belt.

“You make it sound like they’re seventies flares or something. They’re skinny fit, they can’t be that bad!” Y/N shouted from the next dressing room over. They were in a bridal shop just now trying on their outfits for Y/N’s mum’s wedding. Y/N had picked out his suit for him when she came in with her mum to see her dress and now she was just in for her last fitting and to see if Ashton’s needed altered at all.

“How’s your dress? Did she do the cruel bridezilla thing and put you in the ugliest one she could find?” He laughed lightly as he imagined her in some hideous over the top bright pink dress. It’d be hilarious. Her and her mum have very different tastes so the two of them agreeing on a dress for her seems somehow impossible.

“Believe it or not it’s actually, it’s very nice. I thought she’d put me in something horrid too but she was very kind with her choice. I think the only reason she’s doing it though, is so she can set me up with someone. She’ll have me married if it’s the last thing she ever does.” He could practically hear her eye roll from here.

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The Roof ~ Part 5

Prompt: ‘You’ve been brooding on my rooftop for the last week, I get that it’s a great spot for looking across the city skyline but you’re shivering, please accept this hot chocolate as a sort of thanks for protecting the city’

pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

warnings:  swearing, mentions of vomit (in first paragraph) 

word count: 1k+

A/N: This chapter was in my queue because I’m on holiday at the moment in Spain. Hope you’re all doing wonderfully, and I’ll be back the beginning of October with your next chapter! ♡


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anonymous asked:

Hello! If it's not too much I'd like to request a daddy! GOM noticing that their toddler child who is an exact copy of them, showing a similar personality to one of the GOM! U can pick! Can u make it precious and fluffy? :3 thanks for trying! Ps keep up the good work admin! May tatsuya smile upon you always ;D

OMG I TRIED MAKING THIS FLUFFY BUT HAAHAH OH MY GOSH IM SORRY. AND OMG YES TATSUBAE HEARD THAT

Akashi:  His eyes and lips twitched the moment he realized that his son came near him while he was having a game of shogi against himself. He just left the toddler on the opposite side of the room with his new toys minutes ago, and now the baby’s looking at him with a curiosity drawn on his face as he pointed towards the shogi pieces. “Ah, you want to learn how to play this game, I see,” Akashi mumbled before picking up his son. He smiled as he was reminded of his former vice captain during his middle school days and the shogi games they used to play. True, he had always won against Midorima, but he must admit that every single game was worth-remembering. “Don’t worry son, I’ll teach you how to play this once the right time comes…and we’ll play until we grow tired of it.”

Aomine: The tan-skinned man was just casually lying on the couch, eyes closed, when he felt some weight on his abdomen which made him lazily open his eyes and grumble something about disturbing his rest. To his surprise, he saw his child smiling at him while holding a small basketball with the both of his hands. Aomine found it quite weird but the way his child smiled reminded him of Kise, not to mention it was as if the baby was challenging him on a game or something. Smirking, Aomine got up as memories of his middle school days and one-on-ones with Kise flooded his mind – oh how the blonde loved having games with him back then – and carried his child to the corner where his mini basketball hoop was located. He thought that maybe this would do for a while, though he’s really getting excited to teach his son basketball soon.

Kise: He was squealing so loud that you had to shut him up. The moment he noticed his daughter was able to finish a mug of vanilla shake Kise prepared for her. It reminded him of his Kurokocchi so much that he wouldn’t stop making a huge fuss about the simple thing. “Don’t worry babycchi! We’ll visit Kurokocchi once daddy’s free and we’ll have a vanilla shake date somewhere!” he chirped as he peppered his daughter’s face with kisses, tickling her eventually. “OH MY GOSH EVEN YOUR SMILE IS ADORABLE LIKE KUROKOCCHI’S!!!”

Kuroko: “(baby’s name), it’s bath time already,” Kuroko mentioned as he finally finished preparing the bubble bath. He frowned when he saw his daughter lying on her back, arms and legs spread wide-open. She seemed to be having some kind of nap and it made him guilty for disturbing her. “(baby’s name),” he whispered as he poked the chubby cheeks of his daughter. His daughter did open her baby blue eyes, but only shut them close the moment she saw her daddy. She immediately turned her back against Kuroko and continued her mini beauty rest, still not ready for bath time. Shaking his head, Kuroko smiled and lied beside his daughter. A smile tugged up to the corner of his mouth as he was reminded of his former light, Aomine. Maybe he could tell his friend about this the next time they meet up at Maji.

Midorima: You asked him to go grocery shopping for tons of stuff since you were busy with your office shit. You also made sure to it that he’d bring your daughter with him since you told him that he’s becoming really busy with the hospital things and your daughter missed his daddy a tad too much. So now, Midorima was contemplating about what cereal to get for his daughter: Cheerios or Frosties. “What do you want?” he asked as he raised both boxes in front of his daughter’s eyes. The baby squealed and pointed towards both. A scowl appeared on the father’s face. “No, no. You can’t possibly finish the both of these in a week,” he explained. To his misfortune, his baby still pointed towards the boxes while she gave him a puppy look, which of course he could never say ‘no’ to. Shaking his head, he dumped the two boxes into the grocery cart. As the two passed by the aisles, Midorima noticed that his daughter kept pointing towards sweets and other junk food. As a doctor, he was totally against this, but the baby seemed to know her daddy too well and was able to make him give in to every single request. “This would be the last!” he whisper-shouted as the baby chuckled, happy that she was able to get what she wanted. He shook his head once again, suddenly remembering Murasakibara in the process. No, just no. He knew he needed to have immunity against that puppy look soon.

Murasakibara: He was having a mini argument with his son about what to bag to open: Lay’s or Doritos. He was craving for nachos and Doritos was the closest thing he got in the food cabinet. However, the titan’s son was pointing towards the bag of Lay’s which somehow disappointed him. “Babychin, let’s just open the bag of Lays’ next time, okay?” he tried to talk his baby out of his so-called cravings, but it didn’t work as he only got a huge pout from his son. Grumbling, he reached for the bag of potato chips from the cupboard and opened it, half-heartedly. This would be the last time, he thought. He reminded himself that his son wasn’t his Akachin, though he appeared to be absolute this time.

merry-kuroo  asked:

Hi! Don't know if this has been done, but how about GOM + Kagami's s/o convince them to get a Tumblr and now they are completely addicted to it?? Thanks and I love you and your blog <3

OMG DONT HATE ME FOR DOING THIS I REALLY DONT KNOW BUT THE REQUEST IS SO CUTE??? CRIES

Akashi: “Sei, it’s actually a good site. You post or reblog stuff that you want to be in your blog and when people will like your posts, they will follow you!” you explained since he questioned y ou about what’s addicting in Tumblr.

“Followers? They’ll follow me?” he asked, trying to hide that amused smile on his face. “I’m impressed.”

(A week after)

You noticed how late it really was but Akashi was still wide awake facing his laptop. You tried to recall if you had homework to give him reason to stay up late on a Saturday night, but you didn’t have any.

“Seijuro it’s late already. I thought sleep is important? You keep on telling me that and now you’re the one who’s staying up late!”

“You go ahead, (f/n). I just need to track the addresses of my blog followers. They need to be punished since they didn’t obey me, Akashi Seijuro. I asked them to talk to me, yet no one came to my ask box and leave a simple ‘hi’ or ‘hello’. How dare they defy me? Anyway, good night. I’ll go to bed immediate once I’m done here my dear.”

Aomine: “What can you even get from there? I mean it’s just a site. Come on babe! Making out with me is a lot more fun, you know?” Aomine couldn’t handle the fact that you were actually spending more time on a blogging site than with him. He couldn’t see the point of choosing Tumblr over having sexy times with him…he just couldn’t.

“Well, it literally has everything that interests you…” you simply said. “Try to make an account and you’ll surely get me.” You didn’t have really try to convince him, knowing that maybe he’d just become too lazy to create one.

“Everything?”

“Well, yeah.”

(A week after)

“Daiki let’s watch a movie together,” you invited as you scanned through the list of movies you have on your laptop. “I mean you’ve been spending too much time on Tumblr these past few days.” You were actually whining now, but he seemed not to get the memo.

“You just go ahead, (f/n). There are new updates in this Mia-chan blog. I’ll just follow after I finish scanning through the pictures.”

And you honestly tried your best not to hit his face with your laptop because Aomine…really?

Kise: “You should try it, Ryouta! Other models have a blog of their own, you know?”

After hearing that from you, he immediately snatched your laptop from you and logged your account out before creating one of his own. That information was enough to finally convince him and create a blog. You immediately regretted about saying such to him since he happened to become addicted to it right away.

(A week after)

“Kise Ryouta! Give me my laptop back! I need to submit a paper in History so please!” you yelled as you sent glares at your boyfriend. You didn’t really mind him using your laptop (he had one of his own but he didn’t know where he put it so he always borrowed yours), but the paper was an essential part of your final grade and you just couldn’t just let your boyfriend’s addiction become the reason of a late paper.

“(l/n)cchi! Five more minutes! I’m changing my theme and I can’t look for a good sidebar picture. What do you think? This or this?” he asked as he showed you two of the thousands of pictures he had. “Or should I just take a new one?”

“Are you serious? For real? You just changed your theme yesterday remember? You were bragging about a fan who volunteered to code for you and you’re changing it again?!”

Kuroko: “I don’t understand why you always have to share your experiences to people who live across the globe, (l/n)-san,” Kuroko bluntly said as he noticed how hyped up you were while answering a message sent to you about your latest post.

“I don’t know. I mean, I guess it’s because I can related to them and vice versa? It’s amazing to have internet friends too, you know! Especially when you two have the same interests! The connection will just be established right away and before you know it, bam! You’re like friends for so many years now.”

(A week after)

“Good morning(l/n)-san. I’m sorry to interrupt your sleep but, may I borrow your camera again?”

“J-just get it from my drawer,” you grumbled. “But seriously Tetsu…3:30 AM?”

“Well, like you, I managed to find friends on Tumblr. After this, may I borrow your laptop? I need to upload the pictures soon so that they can see it right away. Most of my Tumblr friends are from the US and I don’t want them to stay up too late just to see Nigou so I decided that maybe I should be the one to adjust.”

Midorima: “Tumblr? The blogging site? How absurd,” he simply scoffed when you mentioned to him that he should try to use Tumblr, too.

“Would you still consider it absurd if I say that there’s an Oha Asa blog and tons of other blogs of the same kind?”

(A week after)

“Shin you’re not listening to Oha Asa anymore…” you said, still not used to the fact that your boyfriend stopped listening to the horoscope every early morning.

“I follow Oha Asa on Tumblr so I don’t necessarily have to listen to it, unless I need to check things twice.”

“Oh you’re really a Tumblr user now? I bet you’re addicted to it!” you teased with that sly smile of yours that always made your boyfriend blush like hell.

“O-of course not!” he said defensively.

“Says the guy who has 1750 posts already. Are you reaching the daily limit?” you giggled noticing how the shade of red on his face deepened.

Murasakibara: “(l/n)chin I want to crush that laptop so much. It’s taking all your time from meeeeee,” the purple-haired boy whined. “What are you doing anyway?” He gave you a pouting face with a glare and you swore to the heavens that it was the cutest.

“I’m just on Tumblr, Atsushi!”

“I wanna crush Tumblr.”

“Even if you find out that there are tons of food blogs?”

(A week later)

“Atsushi! Himuro-kun is here already. I think you two have practice!” He was inside your shared bedroom and ever since you mentioned about the food blogs, he couldn’t help but create an account of his own just to reblog stuff that interested him (pretty much everything). He’d whine about how hungry he becomes by just looking at the pictures but he’d still stay on the site.

“Tell him I’m busy,” he shouted with that lazy voice of his. “Say (l/n)chin, do we have some heavy cream and condensed milk there? I saw a recipe on how to make a two-ingredient icecream. Oh wait is Murochin still there?”

Kagami: Curiosity was really killing him. What’s so addicting in Tumblr anyway? It’s just a blogging site yet you stay up all night just by scanning pictures and reading various materials.

“Well, Taiga, the Tumblr community is pretty big. I sometimes get my clothes from here you know? There are so many online shopping sites that have Tumblr as their host site. They have everything for anything!”

(A week later)

“(f/n), can you please pass my laptop?” he asked since you were relatively nearer to his computer.

You giggled, reaching out to him. His laptop was pretty heavy and yours weighed nothing compared to his. “You’ve been using your laptop quite often Taiga.”

“Remember when you mentioned about online shops?” he smiled sheepishly. “Well I created an account and looked for official sellers of basketball shoes and I happened to find one…” he explained, showing you the site. “And look, I just ordered a new pair of shoes from Nike.”

“But looks like you’ve been posting a lot, too,” you giggled pointing at his post count. “Let me see your posts!”

Your boyfriend became flustered the moment you opened his blog. You, on the other hand, couldn’t help but giggle due to the amount of recipes he’s been posting and, well, they actually managed to get tons of notes.

“So is this why you’ve been taking a lot of notes lately while you cook?”

A Series of Mostly Unfortunate Events

Nalu week day zero (ie I’m too lazy cool for writing prompts)

AN: This was inspired by a prompt I saw somewhere on tumblr, but when I started writing it quickly grew into a monster that was nothing like what its creator intended for it to be.

Sorry about that.

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Lucy sighed, tapping her foot and looking at her watch for the umpteenth time in the past ten minutes. No, like the last time she had checked, time still hadn’t suddenly decided to move at light speed, and it was still a quarter to twelve.

She sighed again, louder this time, and earned herself a few dirty looks from the people standing behind her. It wasn’t like it was her fault that the stupid fat asshole in front of her had noticed that they were selling cream eggs at seven for the price of three and had decided to buy every single one in the entire store.

Every single fucking one.

The poor cashier, who had been forced to count them all of them by herself, was starting to look more than just slightly flustered at the obvious irritation of the eight or so people in the queue, but Lucy just couldn’t bring herself to care.

Not at eleven forty five pm, when she had to be back at her dorm in fifteen minutes or else she would be locked out for the night because of that god forsaken curfew.

Finally the man in front of her was finished and Lucy was able to be served. The cashier was extremely quick at buzzing her stuff through and Lucy suspected that this was because she she didn’t want to annoy the others in the line any more than they already were.

Lucy once again checked her watch as she went to leave the building, only to discover that she only had seven minutes to reach a building that happened to be a ten minute walk away.

And, to make matters worse, it was raining.

Actually it was a lot more then just raining. Lucy stuck her hand out and quickly withdrew it again when she felt golf ball sized drops of water hitting it in a furious pelt. She glanced out the door and discovered that she could bearly see ten feet in front of her due to the rain being so heavy. How the hell was she going to make it back to the dorm in time like this?

She smiled. It was lucky that she had brought her umbrella with her.

Lucy reached into her bag and drew out the aforementioned object, pushing it up and preparing herself to leave the shelter of the supermarket. She stepped out cautiously, both hands clutching tightly on to her umbrella, only to promptly dicover that she had walked right into the path of someone else.

The body of the other person slammed into her, and Lucy let go of her umbrella in suprise and found herself falling back back towards the main road, unable to find any grip on the slippery pavement below.

A hand reached out and grabbed her wrist, steadying her and pulling her to safety.

“I’m so so sorry,” Lucy gushed, temporarily forgetting that she had seven, no, six minutes now to get back to her dorm. “I’m really really very sor- oh, its you.”

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