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If you're not too terribly busy, the world could always use more Holsom fluff :)

Holsom fluff, my favorite! I combined this with a secondary request from @zombizombi for some ref!Holster, which I could not resist, because Holster+bitching speaks to my soul. Also, team dentist!Ransom, because it amused me. (Warning: mention of teeth.)

(Now also on AO3.)


Ransom landed in his seat barely five minutes before the game was supposed to start. Lardo, feet propped up against the glass, sketchbook against her knees, fingertips just peeking out of the sleeves of yet another sweatshirt stolen from Shitty, spared him a glance and a “You’re late” before going back to sketching warm-ups.

“I know, I know. Kid broke off two of her teeth on the playground, right up to the nerve, so I had to do some composites.”

She grimaced. “Ugh.”

“Why do you ask me these things when you know I’m going to talk to you about teeth? I’m a dentist, for fuck’s sake. And we’re here to watch hockey.”

“I’m in it for the butts.”

He grinned as he took in the player stretching on the ice in front of her and then her sketchbook. “Think Shits will like that one?”

“I call it ‘Spread,’” she said loftily.

He choked and was suddenly glad he hadn’t had time to stop by concessions on his way in. “So, uh, where is Shits tonight anyway?”

She waved a hand vaguely, barely missing whacking him in the face with the end of the sleeve. “Up in the office. They needed some documents looked over.”

He recognized that tone. “How long have you guys been here?”

Hours.”

“Couldn’t get anyone to strip for you?”

“Shut up.” Then she turned to him and smiled slowly.

Ransom was immediately alarmed. “Oh god. What?”

“There is some news you’ll want.”

“Yeah?” he asked cautiously.

“New ref.”

Ransom’s eyebrows went up. “And I’m interested in this… because why? I mean, is he supposed to be good or biased or something else?”

“Tall. He’s supposed to be very tall. You’ll see.”

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Elsewhere University

Because @charminglyantiquated is the coolest person ever, there is now a super-awesome fandom for her comic, Elsewhere University, and because she is even cooler and lets us write stuff for it, I thought I’d take her up on her offer. 

You press the iron necklace into your skin, and you bite your lip until you taste blood, and you walk into the doorway that you’ve never seen before and pray for a miracle. 

You don’t really think that it will work, but you do it anyway. 

They took her about a week ago, while she was walking home from sleeping over-with you. You stupid, idiotic moron. You should have said, “it’s too early.” You should have said, “skip your 8 AM, it doesn’t matter, you’ll pass anyway.” You should have said, “you have a salt packet, right?” But you didn’t. When she didn’t text you all day, when you called her 2, then 5, then 20 times, when you ran home praying that she was lying in bed watching Netflix or working on her english project, when you burst in through the door and the room was dark and cold and empty, then you knew. And you cried and cried all night, begging whatever was listening that they wouldn’t hurt her, toy with her, change her. Praying that they’d give her back. People come back, they do it all the time. Maybe it wasn’t…permanent. You try not to think of how many English majors have vanished this year alone. 

And as the days passed, and there was no sign of her, or even something that looked like her, you slowly come to accept what you must do. 

You went to Shell (has three turtles, that’s how he chose the name) and you buy an iron necklace, for you do not have one of your own. 

“Dude-” Shell starts as you drop the Twizzlers on the table (he picked up the habit of trade over there. he was there for a while. not all of the reptiles in his cage may be turtles.) “-don’t do this.”

“Just give me the necklace.” You don’t want time to doubt this, to second guess, to think of your dad and your aunt patty and your cousin blake who you really wanted to see grow up-

“Look, I’m as sorry about Ash as you are, but…this…what you’re planning?…it won’t work, Willow. It just won’t.” 

They had both chosen tree names, to be called by. They’d met as a mixer, and she’d used it as a dumb conversation starter. She had been so beautiful that night, her skin absorbing the light and glowing with a brown radiance that reminded her of the sun. 

“Just give me. The necklace.” she spat, hands clenched and tears dripping off her eyelashes. 

He sighed, but reached under the counter and dropped it on the pockmarked wooden surface (screwed in with iron screws. he took no chances, not anymore.) he stared at her, eyes hard but burning with regret.

“I know them, Willow. I wasn’t there for…” he drifted off, his eyes fuzzing a bit. time is different there. he was gone for about a month when one of the RA’s finally did something-he was a TA, and he was the resident “merchant” on campus, and he was needed. he said it was longer over there. that was all he ever said, except for the midnight sleep-screaming, and occasional chanting. he shook his head and resumed. 

“…but I know them, ok? you won’t get her back, not if they want her, and definitely not if you demand her. and if you do manage to get her? there’s a price. there’s always a price. and it’s always too high to pay. always.”

she grasps the iron necklace, shaped like a circle, like eternity, in her clammy palm, and says, “she is beyond price.” 

You went to one of the “thin places” (think liminal/the copse of trees next to the sorority that has some girls with skin that is far too pale and eyes that are much too bright ) and you stand there, and say, “i am coming to reclaim what is mine.”

silence, but one that is filled with words.

“she is mine, and i am hers, and i intend to have her back.”

a thin wind rises, and it like the hissing laugh of cruel ancient things. 

you straighten your shoulders, and you resist the urge to grasp the iron circle, and you say “let us begin.” (bring it seemed too high school, and there is a way of going about these things that even she must follow)

and then the door was clear and defined in the trees, and you taste your blood and your fear and you enter. 


she is so beautiful here, but in a way that screams wrong. her thick black hair, her glowing brown eyes, her deep brown skin, it is ethereal here in the wrong way, not the ethereal it is supposed to be, has always been to her. and her eyes are vacant and empty, not full of wit and love and grace. she is wrong, and you intend to fix her. if you can. 

the thing on the throne, the roots twisted like muscle, stares at you from the other side of eternity, and finds you wanting. 

“she is ours.” the thing said, its voice like wind through the leaves, or a knife up a spine. “you have no right to claim her.” 

“i love her. i have every right.” the thing laughs, and that is the worst kind of sound you have ever heard. it is a laugh that has nothing in it to make it a laugh. 

“love means nothing. you say you are each other’s? this means nothing.” it leans forward, on its root throne, and for a moment you step back. “no one you love is special. death will come for you all. that is all that matters, for you. it is all that will every matter.” it leans back, and smiles with too many teeth. “we give her trinkets, and long life, and the pleasure of being chosen. what can you offer, but death?”

you want to have some speech prepared, some grand statement of freedom and love and the power of humanity, but the words are like dead leaves in your mouth. they will mean nothing to it. they barely mean anything to you. 

“i want her back. you do not need a reason to take. i do not need a reason to take back.”

at this, the thing actually nods. “very well. what do you offer? what will i gain, for losing a treasure?” 

she knows she is a dead woman, perhaps not literally, but in all the ways that matter. so long as Ash is safe, alive and well and writing stupid papers until 2 in the morning, she will be content. 

“take what you want.”

it grins so wide she thinks its face will split. 


a life for a life.

you hate yourself. but the thought of ash, asleep in bed at home and safe and with eyes that are hers and are filled with life, you can get through it. 

he comes, as you knew her would. the phone call, panicked, “i’ve got her! i’ve got her! but i think she’s drugged or something you just know so much about this, can you help please please please?” he runs down the path, approaching the copse of trees you stand next to, in the dark, so dark he can’t see you’re alone. 

“hey! I’m here!” Shell gasps, skittering to a halt with a pack bouncing off his leg. “i’ve got some stuff i think might help, where is she?”

you look him in the eye (you owe him that at least) and you say, “I’m sorry.” you say “it was the only way.” 

he doesn’t scream, as you half-expected him to. he’s too smart for that. he turns and run, sprints, gallops away, flinging ramen packets as he goes. its not enough.

the trees grow close, and he suddenly falls into them, like a cartoon character. his eyes catch yours before he vanishes into the blackness between the boughs. there is not even room for hatred in all the brokenness.

he is gone, and then wind is cold and filled with the laughter of cruel things.

a life for a life.

the price is always too high, because they take something and the taking rips the life from you.


disclaimer: i am very white so pleasepleaseplease tell me if my writing of a black character was racist or demeaning in any way! i just wanna help and make more positive representation, but PLEASE tell me if I’m being racist or stepping over a line! thanks! 

poet ask meme

a. what other poets style do you emulate the most?

b. do you write with too much imagery or too little?

c. write four poems in one day or go three weeks without writing anything?

d. do you have your poetry organized or are you more likely to write half a stanza on a one dollar bill and then spend it by accident?

e. bird imagery or ocean imagery?

f. what was the last poem that you loved?

g. do you write about people or landscapes?

h. dreams or real events?

i. who do you write for?

j. what is the worst thing about your writing? what is the best?

k. what’s the best line you’ve ever written?

l. how much do you edit a piece before you consider it complete?

m. how long does it take you to write a poem?

n. ghosts or angels?

o. god or sunlight?

p. soft or harsh?

q. safety or happiness?

r. how long have you been writing?

s. who is your favourite poet? you have to pick just one.

t. what is your favourite line of poetry?

u. would you be okay with never being well known?

v. slow or frantic?

w. what colour is your poetry?

x. who, if anyone, do you send your new poems to?

y. is your poetry light or dark?

z. write a couplet (a short poem with just two lines) about pulse points.

i don’t know if anyone noticed the color transition from blue to yellow by the end of 4x03, but oh my god how dramatically does the colorism change? lmao.

i mean, on a larger scale, the change especially highlights the interlude for the season’s tagline “from the ashes we will rise”, but it embeds a lot of interesting shifts in the simple act from getting characters from point A to point B too, while also introducing a different and new connotation to the theme of “hope” as well, and i think that’s pretty cool and pretty neatly done in the context of everything.

my favorite thing about this particular shift is that it takes place on one level (clarke walking), but connects two different settings with one another.

setting 1: when clarke watches the people work outside from inside the quarter’s (they’re preparing themselves for the radiation) while she works on a list that only includes 100 people, which means 400 of them are not in it.

setting 2: when she enters medical after her moment with bellamy in the quarter’s, and they (abby and co) figure out that luna’s nightblood is the one thing that is able to reject the radiation in her body and keep her alive

and here is where the transition takes place:

the thing you might notice with the color blue is that it is connected to her previous scene with bellamy, which means that visually speaking the color highlights what her relationship with bellamy represents and how that particular moment has affected her personally: (i won’t write down a list of what the color stands for, you can google it). so, the reactive framing in connection to the color blue even outside of the quarter’s shows a paradigm shift in the piece of hope bellamy has given clarke - she is able to make a step with that feeling within herself, even after having to write a list that only contains 100 people.

and here is where it gets pretty fascinating: that same bit of hope that bellamy has given her transitions into the next scene without us entering the new setting yet - we go from blue to yellow while clarke walks - which means that bellamy’s piece of hope transcends into all of humanity without clarke/the audience knowing that luna is already up on her feet with her body (the nightblood) rejecting the radiation, and the fact they might have found a new solution to the bigger problem they’re facing. this is so neat in regards to basic visual mechanics, because the color yellow in this case represents sickness, or even madness. so, it doesn’t really sound promising if you look at it that way. we do enter the scene seeing a lot of people dead first, after all. but it does come with a big promise, because of the hopeful tone we get through the transition (blue to yellow). so, colorism as a piece of foreshadowing? why the hell not.

overall, the way in how the visuals process that togetherness between clarke/bellamy is really compelling, because while bellamy is not present, you still feel him. even when clarke enters a new dimension of visuality, their connection does not get lost, but grows bigger in the picture. and it comes in full circle when she repeats “from the ashes we will rise”, which in hindsight creates a good callback to clarke’s line “science is our only hope” in 4x01, because luna, quite literally, represents hope too and she’s going to move the story in big ways.

“Nice shirt by the way“

Request: “A Josh AU where you’re really good friends with Jordan, but you’re really chill about his brother being in twenty one pilots, but when Josh comes home he’s interested in you and you think he’s cool but you don’t want to make Jordan uncomfortable…? Idk specifics sorry, something along those lines? Thank you x.“

(A/N): Good news I‘m not dead, bad news I‘m not dead. I hope this is not all too atrocious x 

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“Aw look J, it‘s the size of your dick“ you snicker, gesturing towards the tootsie roll you‘ve just picked up.

Jordan looks up from the book, he‘s been concentrating on, to catch a glimpse at you; smiling wryly as he lays eyes on the tiny piece of candy in your hand. “Very funny“ he mumbles and quickly puts his focus on the page in front of him again. 

“I‘m bored. Let‘s do something fun!“ you suggest enthusiastically, swinging your legs back and forth while sitting steadily on the kitchen counter. The curly headed guy sitting at the kitchen island across from you doesn‘t avert his gaze from the book. “No“

Unwilling to give up, you try to get his attention by throwing several tootsie rolls at him. Just as the hard candy hits his head, he lets go of the pencil in his grip out of frustration and starts to massage his temples in order to restrain himself. No more than seconds later, he lets out a final sigh and shoots a defeated look at you. “Could you please stop distracting me? I would very much appreciate that“

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This is the seventh installment in a series of book recommendations, all of which will introduce you to kickass women from mythologies around the world, all of them written by women. All books listed had to pass the following criteria: 

  • Be written by a woman
  • Be fictional
  • Have a woman as (one of) the protagonist(s)
  • Feature Russian or Slavic mythology

This recommendation list comes on the heels of the Asian mythology rec list, because I really wanted to include Russia (which falls under both Asian and Slavic mythology), but I wanted to keep the country as a whole in one post. @kostromas (x) and @lamus-dworski (x) (x) were kind enough to take some time answering my questions.

While I mainly looked for books ft. Russian and Slavic mythologies (I used this Wiki file as a measure to determine the Slavic region), I also include a few books with other origins, such as Norway and various Eastern European countries, because I think - out of all the recommendation posts I have done and plan to do - this is the one they would fit best in. 

Please note as well that there is a lot of overlap among most of these cultures, with different versions of a character appearing in many, so some of the below classifications may be rather arbitrary (I usually go with what’s 1) listed in the summary, then see if 2) the writer specifies a culture, or if 3) readers had helpful input).

UPDATE: It’s been brought to my attention that this post could do with some clarification and additions. To start with, I’d like to address the small number of books listed under Slavic. I don’t mean to say that only the countries listed are Slavic countries. The list is as limited as it is because I found it difficult to locate books that met all the above listed criteria, and an unconscious fifth - that they be written in English. If you take out any one of those criteria, a larger pool of books would open itself up, and I encourage you to consider that as an option.

While I understand that limiting these lists to books written in or translated into English is not ideal, I also don’t think I am the right person to judge which books written in Slavic languages should be included, as I am not Slavic and don’t speak or read Slavic languages. Readers should be aware though, that reading a book featuring Slavic mythologies or cultures, which are not written by someone who identifies as Slavic, may promote a stereotypical or otherwise harmful depiction of those cultures. 

Moreover, those authors who do hail from the relevant region are more likely to be published if they don’t push the envelope too much to be acceptable for a generic Western audience. Therefore, additional reading of books on and / or featuring Slavic mythologies or cultures can aid in understanding the context of these tales. I have listed a couple of books in the honourable mentions with that in mind, and I have decided to add an asterisk (*) to all works written by an author who is confirmed as hailing from the region their work is set in. Typically, I’ve listed one or two books per author, but do check for their other writing.

Finally, I should add that I might have made a mistake in including Russia in this list. This was done because I wanted to keep the country in one post, rather than splitting it between the Asian list and this one. The Asian one was sufficiently long I didn’t want to add it there, but I might have been better off creating a completely separate list for it rather than including it here.

With the above reasons in mind, I have decided to move the Slavic section up, I have added a number of entries throughout, and expanded the resources list at the bottom.

Slavic

Russia

Other regions (not Slavic or Russian)

Undefined / speculative

Historical fiction

Comics & graphic novels

Some collected tales

Poetry

Honourable mentions

Other lists you can consult

If you have any suggestions for other Slavic and / or Russian women who deserve more attention (and a corresponding book), or which mythology should definitely be in this series, drop me a line!

Other kickass women in mythology: women in Greek mythology | women in Egyptian mythology & historywomen in Mesoamerican mythologies | women in Celtic mythologies | women in Native American mythologies | women in Asian mythologies | women in pirate lore & history

Smut (without weird kinks)

Hahaha, hello there! Are you traumatized by our weird smut fics? Me too, buddy, me too. Seriously, Dean fucking his catboy Cas never leaves my mind. Anyway, this one is quite simple question since smut fics are veeeery common. I can’t be the only one who finds normal books weird nowadays. Seriously, a story without smut is like… Well, kid’s book. Everyone should read a few smut fics and they wouldn’t think that 50 Shades is something special. It’s not. It’ shitty. - Admin J

P.S. If you have no idea what we’re talking about, check the WTF did I just read tag in HERE.

P.P.S. If weird kinks are not allowed, let me share a gif that has nothing to do with anything.

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Title: A Chip on my Shoulder and a Halo on my Head

Author: thepinupchemist

Rating: Explicit

Words: 6,461 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: I’m not a huge fan of professor Cas (unlike Admin A) but this one has something sooooo cool in it. I love it! No weird kinks, if tattooed Cas doesn’t count.

Summary: Dean finally meets the professor that Sam has been talking up for the entire semester and can’t help but think the guy is a total dick. A sandwich, a plaid shirt, and one hell of a first date later, Dean has to admit…he was so, so very wrong.

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Title: Stairway to Heaven

Author: Ivy_Brooks

Rating: Explicit

Words: 4,944 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Did I cross the line with this one? Hope not. It’s not TOO kinky. I mean, no catboys, or pet angels, or Hitler. Seriously, if you have read our super kinky and weird posts, this is nothing compared to those.

You know, reading fics has made me a bit insane person. I mean, my friends tell me that their boyfriends want to do this and that and I’m like “ah, well that’s nothing. Let me tell you about—” and then all people disappear from the room and I’m like “I just got started”. Does that happen to anyone else?  

Summary: All Dean had to do was just go up the stairs. Simple enough… right?

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Title: Bone Deep

Author: Valinde (Valyria)

Rating: Explicit

Words: 6,418 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Okay, I’m back in business. Not too kinky. Once again, not a big fan of age difference either, but this one is sooo good. So good. It’s not just smut, it also has a plot, but smut comes first, so it should fit into your needs. Oops, that sounded kinky. OH. And a warning: I hope you don’t mind ABO too kinky, because ABO fic it is.

Summary: Restless in the wake of his heat, 18 year old Dean Smith sneaks out of his college dorm in search of a one-night stand and ends up with much more than a few lovebites to show for it.

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Title: Invisible Ink

Author: Annie D

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,092 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: Wing kink can’t be too kinky, right? Right. Wing kink is not kinky at all. Yes. That’s it. So, here you go. One of my favorite wing kink fics. Have fun! 

Oh god, now I came to think what some not fandom people might think. “Hey dad, in my story the angel is doing naughty things with his wings and one human. Yes, it does include anal sex.”

WHY IN THE EARTH I WOULD DISCUSS ABOUT THAT WITH MY DAD? Just read the fic, please.

Summary: Dean has some fun with Castiel’s wings.

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Title: Back Alley Dive

Author: Mythological_Compendium

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1,875 – Finished

Admin’s assessment: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

Admin J’s notes: YES. Almost forgot this one. This is one of my favorite one shots of all the time. I’m fucking in love with this. Just my kind of kinky. And the Cas of the fic… My dream guy. Oh gosh.

Summary: Dean Smith would like to issue a formal announcement that he does not let “strangers” fuck him in alleys behind dive bars.

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Favourites - Jordan Fisher x Reader

Here’s a fluffy one-shot to get you through waiting for Work Comes Home - Part 6 because I haven’t started that yet!


Request: could I request a jordan fisher fic since he is in the ham cast now??? I haven’t seen many jordan fics about. Something fluffy with maybe some smut would be great but whatever idea you have in mind is cool too :)

Word Count: 1040ish

Author’s Note: I didn’t write smut, mostly because I don’t know if I want to write it yet, so we’ll see. I hope you like it! But I agree, Jordan does need more love in the fandom. Also, I’m Canadian so some spelling will be different, we like the extra u’s, but my computer gets mad at me if I don’t add them. Like perfectionist too so I don’t like seeing the red lines on documents.

Warnings: Fluff, light swearing

Masterlist || Request


You were unpacking boxes in your new apartment, with your favourite soundtrack playing in the background. Your boyfriend and you had just moved to New York City and into an apartment together. You were starting school in the fall and Jordan decided to see if he could land any theatre gigs over the next few months.

As you unpacked, Sora was watching you dance around the room and rap terribly along to the lyrics of the Aaron Burr, Sir. You were addressing the pug as if they were Aaron Burr. You’d dance from the box grabbing an item and before placing it on the shelf. As you were rapping along, you turned around to find Jordan staring at you from the entry way, trying to contain his laughter.  

“Sora!” you addressed the dog, “Apparently, our audience doesn’t enjoy our performance.” You glared slightly at Jordan. “Such a shame, I was going to ask him to join our impromptu rendition. Guess we’ll just turn it off.”

As you reached for the speakers’ remote, you hand was grabbed by Jordan as he started singing the upcoming Lauren’s section.

“I’m John Laurens in the place to be! Two pints of Sam Adams, but I’m workin’ on three, uh!” he spun you around as he continued to rapping. Giggling, you rapped Lafayette’s next lines as you continued to dance in Jordan’s arms around the living room.

Before My Shot started playing, you both collapsed onto the couch in laughter. Sora immediately jumping into Jordan’s lap to join. As you turned the volume down on the music, Jordan glanced over at you and said, “You’re really bad at rapping.”

“Excuse me?” you replied, “Sorry for not being involved in theatre and the arts since I was a child.”

He leaned over has placed a kiss on your forehead, “Don’t worry, I like that you’re smarter than me, Miss Law student.” You watched his eyes flicker between yours.

“Good,” you replied, satisfied with his answer, “You better remember that.” He let out a burst of laughter as he stood up, he offered you his hand to help you up.

“Come on,” he said “I’ve got a surprise.” He dragged you up from the couch and out the door within minutes.

“Hurry up, Y/N!” Jordan yelled as he dragged you through Times Square by the hand.

“Where are we even going?” you replied with sigh.

He looked over his shoulder with a grin and a spark in his eyes you haven’t seen since he got the casting call for Grease: Live, “You’ll love it!”

You had been jogging slightly behind him for over 12 blocks now. You let go of his hand and stopped to catch your breath.

“Y/N! What -” he said as he turned back to you.

“Jordan,” you said in between breaths, “You know exercise and I have a delicate relationship. I just need to breath for a second.”

You soon found yourself being lifted over his shoulder, upside down and staring at Jordan’s bum. There are worse things to look at in the world.

“Jordan!” you screamed, “What are you doing?”

“Obviously, I’m carrying my girlfriend the rest of the way,” he replied, as if it was common knowledge.

You glanced around and saw a few people passing by staring at the odd scene he was making.

“Please just put me down,” you started, “I promise I’ll walk with as much enthusiasm as you want, but right now people are staring. Probably at the fact my ass is being paraded around Manhattan.”

“Let them stare!” he shouted, “Your butt is covered by clothing and besides I like your bum,” you felt his hand on your butt, “A lot. It’s one of my favourites.”

“Oh my god!” you yelled, a blush flooding your face, “Put me down right now!”

“Fine,” he said as he lowered you in front of him, keeping his hands around your waist.

“That was very uncalled for,” you said as you look up at him with your arms around his shoulders.

“Maybe, but neither of us was complaining about the view,” he said with a grin, as his hand wandered dangerously lower.

You rolled your eyes and leaned up brushing your lips against his. Your eyes closing as you enjoyed the touch of his lips against yours. You let him take over the kiss with more dominance.  As you pulled back needing to catch your break, you rested your forehead against his, noses brushing together.

“Tell me,” you whispered quietly, “Why was I dragged, then carried, out of my cozy apartment all the way to 46th Street?”

“Right!” he said, excitement rushing back into his eyes, he looked behind you quickly, “Okay, on the count of three turn around.”

He tucked a fallen tendril of hair behind your ear, “One.”

His thumb caressed your cheek, “Two.”

His other hand intertwined his fingers with yours, “Three.”

You turned around to see the Hamilton marquee, golden with its lights shining bright.

“Jordan…” you started cautiously, feeling his hand squeeze yours as you said his name. You looked over your shoulder to see him smiling and nodding.

Letting off a rambling of incoherent excitement, you jumped towards him wrapping your arms around his shoulders. He catches you and lifts you up, you instinctively wrap your legs around him. His hands somehow found their way to his favourite physical attribute on your body.

As you look down at his face, your hair creates a curtain around you both. Absentmindedly, you run your fingers through his hair, settling to gently stroke the curls at the nape of his neck. “I’m so proud of you,” you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

He lowered you back down, “I wanted to tell you in the apartment, but you were singing, and this seemed like a bigger reveal,” he said.

“Despite my ass literally being hauled out here,” you said with a grin, “I agree, this was much better. So, what part?!”

He laughed, “You’re going to love this,” he said. You started to bounce on the balls of your feet with excitement, “John Laurens and Philip Hamilton.”

Again, you couldn’t contain your excitement as you spun around quickly, before grabbing his face in both hands and placing a kiss on his lips.

Hey guys! This is just my reaction/summary post of the BTS Concert in Newark (Thursday, 3/23)! I’ll be going into a lot of detail, but bare with me. I’ve linked all the fancams I took throughout the post, so you can check that out :)

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BEFORE THE CONCERT

Alright so first things first…I’ve been following BTS since ~May/June 2014, and this was the first time I was actually able to go to a live concert. I WAS LITERALLY BEYOND THE MOON when I got tickets, and I was so excited that I was badgering everyone I knew with my fangirling. BTS means so much to me, they got me through some of the hardest times in my life, and they gave me happiness and hope. So getting to go to one of their concerts, see them and support them in person, was such a blessing.

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kirigakure hotaru x mc (unnamed)

a/n: and another one that i finally finished!! this one is for @bakers97, number 18 – “i’ll be here as long as it takes”

In Iga, it would seem there is no such thing as illness. With ninja like Yuki around, Hotaru has never seen anyone get sick — not even the children of the village. Their health is something that cannot be compromised, and so he has had no experience with fevers or chills or a cough that won’t go away.

She, however, is suffering from all of these things, as well as a pain that keeps her from moving in the way she usually does. While Hotaru normally wouldn’t mind being alone with her for long periods of time in which she has absolutely nothing to do, the crease in her brow and her sickly pallor make his heart clench.

He presses his lips into a thin line, wary of using his voice in case his platitudes somehow cause her body to harm itself. Yuki has told him that illnesses such as hers need to be allowed to pass in their own time, so that the body can fight it out properly. As much as Hotaru would like to tell her simply to ‘get better,’ and have it be so, he’s terrified of hurting her.

She sighs when he brushes her bangs away, resting the backs of his fingers against her forehead. She feels unbelievably, uncomfortably warm, but as he touches her the crease between her brows disappears.

“…feels nice,” she mumbles, half-asleep, and he almost misses it. He makes a small noise of confusion, and she almost smiles.

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megansarah11  asked:

Meet cute klaroline with Henrik thrown in

“Come on, Nik!”

Klaus sighed as Henrik pulled him toward the crowd of children and other haggard adults. While he appreciated the half-hour of relaxation he got each afternoon while his baby brother watched Silly Science, he hardly wanted to waste an entire day at the studio. 

But Henrik desperately wanted tickets to watch the show live for his birthday, and none of the Mikaelson siblings could deny the youngest anything. At least it was a local show, only about a twenty minute drive. So, he found himself standing in line, waiting to be seated in the audience.

A pretty blonde woman walked down the line, greeting visitors with a bright smile. Klaus felt Henrik tug at his sleeve. “It’s Doctor Caroline!”

She must have heard her name, because Dr. Caroline turned toward them and waved. When she finally reached them, she immediately offered a hand to Henrik. “Hello, there! Thanks for coming to watch the show today. What’s your name?”

“Henrik,” he answered shyly.

Lowering her voice to match his, she winked. “It’s nice to meet you, Henrik. What are you hoping to see today?”

He jumped in excitement. “Dry ice,” he said. “It’s so cool when you had the smoke build up inside a bubble.”

Giggling, Caroline nodded. “I don’t have dry ice today, but I definitely have some bubbles lined up. Would that be all right?”

Henrik shrugged, trying not to look too disappointed. Ruffling his hair, Klaus smiled. “I’m sure it’ll be a fun show.”

Caroline glanced up, her smile falling just a bit as she seemed to get a good look at him. Holding his gaze just a beat too long, the line started to move. “Oh!” She jumped back a step. “You and your dad should get going, you’ll want to get a front row seat.”

Pressing his lips together, Klaus smirked. “He’s my brother, love, but the tip is much appreciated.”

He enjoyed the challenging look in her eye as he walked away. Maybe he’d have tuned into Silly Science more often had he known about the fetching Dr. Caroline.

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Something Else

So I said I was on a hiatus buuuut I had the UNREAL opportunity to see Civil War a week early and I’ve been waiting to write this idea since.
I couldn’t resist so I broke hiatus bc I lack self-control…like c’mon
Also I wrote all of it within an hour long study break so I apologize for any errors lol

Title: Something Else
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
Summary: Being Tony’s child (bc Stark children are way too fun to write) and having to get Peter acclimated to Stark Tower after Tony recruits him.
Word Count: 1,265
Warnings: food mention, CA:CW spoilers (not really but kinda)
Note: Read the sequel here.

Your name: submit What is this?

           "Y/N, I’m home!“ hollered Tony as you heard the door open.

           You roll your eyes, knowing it’s just your dad wanting your attention. You were his only kid after all, and he wasn’t going to be disrespected by his own blood. He’d disown you in an instant.

           And so, to please your tyrannical father, you turn the corner to greet him, only to be caught by a surprise.

           "Who’s that?” you asked, pointing at the teenager standing next to your father. “Did you adopt him? Is he my brother now? I swear…”

           "Yes, you’ve been dethroned as the Stark heir,“ your father sassed, rolling his eyes. “No, I did not adopt him. This is Peter Parker.”

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i watched Turbo after reading @penmaries‘ post and somehow this happened

anonymous asked:

say smth nice abt your fav mutuals make the happy happen

omg I feel like all my mutuals are my fave tho, this post is gonna go on forever~~ okay, lets go off the top of my head (but it got long so I had to add read more lmao):

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Here is my secret santa gift for @mintowls for @tsukyamgiftexchange ! I am so so sorry for not having done any of your cool aus like im so inept its horrendous :(( 

I hope you still like this gift tho ;; v ;;;)/ … Happy new year!


Battleworn (Miss P x fem!reader)

laredith-michaelis-holmes-oakens said: Can I request a Miss Peregrine x Wounded! fem reader? Like, reader was thrown by a hollow, or reader fell down a steep hill. Something like that. And Miss Peregrine treats her wounds? Can the reader be and adult not a child as well please? Thank you so much, I love your work Xxx

Yoooo! This sounds like so much fun! I’m so glad that you like my work! Enjoy! x

Anonymous said: Hi! I’d like to request movie!Peregrine and fem!reader relationship. Cute, maybe a little angst too. Have a nice day! <3

Hi! Here you go! x


I tried to combine these two to make something cool! I hope you’ll both like it!


Warning(s): there is swearing in the first line. That’s as bad as it gets (I think).

Originally posted by tutelele

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anonymous asked:

If I have a crush I choose to ignore it and hope it'll go away (sometimes that doesn't work but it's cool everything is all good the past two years aren't teaching me anything)

I’m an ignorer too
more on the lines of “there is no possible way they’d like me better just not try” kinda ignorer though

jcm5626  asked:

I just want to say that I sent my own URL for the ask thing and I'm open to critiques

Hiya! SL

You draw girls and portraits/half bodies very nicely!! Especially their hair which gives off an old geometric cartoony vibe which is really cool ✌️

I think some points you should improve one
- proportions, some heads/eyes are too big and limbs dont match well with the torso usualy during full bodies (prominent in the guys)
- some perspectives are off and some characters are drawn smaller compared to other characters or viceversa (consistency is hard to maintain in traditional i know :’/)
- linework a bit wavy, try doing fast lines without necessarily taking your pen off the paper many times. Practice can help improve this right away, drawing directly with a pen can boost your confidence more

thats most of it, Hope this helps 💕