i hope this is sort of what you had in mind

Birthday by the Bottle (Part 3)

Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,496

Warnings: cheating, language, angst as usual lol ;)

A/N: Thank you once again for betaing @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid!!! I hope you all enjoy this part! Please let me know what you think!! Are things going to get better or worse?? 

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Originally posted by iwriteaboutdean

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anonymous asked:

Dans ass

Author’s note: I hope this is sort of what you had in mind lmao, it’s pretty short, about 500 words, because honestly, how much can you say about an ass, even if it is spectacular. 

 Phil was always the first to admit that he loved Dan’s ass. Looking at it, touching it, spanking it, eating it, fucking it, he loved it all, loved the way it looked when his hips slammed into it, causing the plump flesh to bounce with every thrust. Ever since the first time he saw it through Dan’s grainy webcam, he’d never been able to get enough.

 Dan knew all of this and was often slightly flustered by Phil’s enthusiastic attitude towards anything involving it. Phil would flip him over before fucking him and spread him apart, breathing warm air over his entrance before teasing him with the tip of his tongue. He would lap over his rim until Dan was begging for more, pressing backwards, embarrassed by his own wantonness but too turned on to do anything about it.

 When Phil had decided he’d teased enough, he’d slowly nudge his tongue inside, thrusting it in and out, adding two fingers to spread him open and massage his spot. He only quit when Dan was writhing in desperation, pleading for his cock. And Phil was all too happy to give it to him, fucking into him hard and fast, spanking lightly over the jiggling flesh, watching as handprints appeared.

 And when he came, usually a minute or two behind Dan, he’d come inside, filling Dan, marking him, claiming him. He’d pull out, tired from the fast pace, but not too tired to slink down to eye level with Dan’s reddened hole, gently pushing two fingers in, swearing at the feeling of his own cum seeping past them. He’d press them into Dan’s prostate watching him squirm and whimper but otherwise just lay there and take it, like the good boy he begged to be.

 After a while he’d take pity on the boy and stop his onslaught, but not completely pulling out. Instead he’d gather up as much of his cum as he could, and bring his hand up to Dan’s lips, smiling in arrogant satisfaction as he licked them clean. Dan would blush and whine in indignity, but he’d take them in his mouth anyway, because he was eager to please.

 Phil would wipe them both down and get into bed with Dan then, pulling him flush against himself, just to feel the curve of Dan’s ass as he fell asleep. And when he awoke, usually about five hours later, he’d wake Dan up with his fingers in his ass again, opening him up, getting him ready.

 And Dan loved it, waking up with Phil’s fingers pressed up against his spot, his hard cock straining against his hip. He’d rut back against Phil’s hand, begging for him to just fuck him already. Phil would make him wait though, wait until Dan was truly beseeching and then thrust in all at once, immediately starting in with a quick pace.

 Honestly, Phil loved Dan’s ass any way he could get it, and Dan loved giving Phil what he wanted, so it worked out well, really.

Rose leant against the doorframe, watching the Doctor as he fixed his hair into a less spiky style than usual, taking in what had started out as a tame (and rather attractive, if she may say so) stubble from his latest field trip and had surprisingly been allowed to grow into a proper, full beard. The red shirt he was wearing was different from his usual choice of colours, too, but for some reason still seemed oddly familiar.

“Not that I really mind, but is there any particular reason for the sudden change in styling…?”

The Doctor’s eyes met hers in the mirror, while his fingers continued expertly tousling strands of hair into a certain look.

“Well, Tony told his mates he’s going to introduce his cool sort-of-brother-in-law to class for a cool presentation, didn’t he?”

The blonde couldn’t help smiling at the obvious care he showed for her little brother, feeling warmed by how much making Tony happy seemed to mean to him.

“Aren’t you putting a little too much thought into that comment, Doctor? It’s just a school presentation… Besides, I should think having a proper, renowned scientist showing off a flashy experiment should be plenty cool, yeah?”

The part Time Lord shrugged a nonchalant shoulder in reply, but Rose could see the hint of a blush colouring the tips of his ears.

As she continued watching him fix his hair, taking a more appreciative look at his appearance (and the tight jeans he was wearing), she suddenly realised why the new look seemed familiar.

“Wait - have you been checking out the fashion section in Mum’s magazines?”

A beat of silence.



The high tone his voice had taken, paired with the sheepish look on his face (and the definitely pink-tipped ears now), were enough to spur her into a fit of giggles.

Once she’d calmed down enough, she soothed the Doctor’s flustered indignation at her reaction with a soft kiss, letting him know that she appreciated his caring.

Even if it was rather amusing.

Dedicated to @littlewhomouse (she’ll know why ;) ) and @tardisfangurl, whose initial suggestion of putting bearded!DT into a checked flannel shirt (which then turned into Hipster!Tentoo trying to be *cool*) sparked the random silliness x)

anonymous asked:

This is the coolest blog in the world! Tsuna trying to seduce his best friend please?


I headcannoned, I hope you don’t mind. I saw this as more of a on-going process so I had a lot of ground and time to cover. Cheers! ~Admin Enma

  • As Tsuna’s best friend, you knew all of his tricks to get the ladies (and occasionally men) into his bed. Hell, you even gave him some of those tips and acted as his wingperson in the bars and pubs you both visited.
  • Some of these tricks and tips were tried out personally you and only offered him the ones that had a near 100% success rate. After all, what sort of self-respecting bet friend would you be if you couldn’t give him the best tools you had?
  • Never in a thousand years would you have imagined him trying those same tactics on you. You just figured he wanted someone to practice on for feedback and to polish his skills. As such, never did you fall for any of them.
  • The first sign you should have seen were the flowers. You were skilled in flower arrangement because damn did that get the ladies. So when you received the large arrangement of flowers, you sent them back to him with a note. “These look great! Whoever you send them to will definitely love it!”
  • 20/20 hindsight, 0/20 foresight, right? The fancy dinner he took you looked really swanky. Tsuna pulled out all the stops too - four course meal, wine, dancing, walk in the park under the night sky. It was all perfect setting for a date. “This is amazing, Tsuna! Do you mind if I copy this for my date next week?”
  • Your relationship with Tsuna afterwards would go from 0 to 60 in no time flat. Instead of cruising over the friendship wall you two built up over the years, he’ll choose to X-Burner the damn wall down.
  • He found all sorts of reasons to be constantly touching you. He’d wrap his arm around your shoulder or your waist in public.  If he had to leave, he made sure that he would remove himself slowly from you, a finger trailing across your shoulder as he did so.
  • Tsuna would get all up in your personal space. He’d surprise you from behind, wrapping both arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. Whenever he talked to you, he’d lean in real close and practically whisper to you, lips almost touching your ear.
  • You probably figured that the two of you were playing a little seduction game, so you couldn’t help but throw all of his advances back at him. You’d slide up next to him for a hug and bury your face in his neck, making sure your lips brushed against his skin.
  • This will drive Tsuna insane and his actions are going to increase. Each hug he gave would leave a kiss on your neck, each talk he’d lean closer and closer to you until your lips were just barely touching each other. He’d send you presents of his favorite lingerie, an accompanying note asking you to wear it only around and for him. 
  • Honestly, that was going to be the last straw. You’d storm his office when he’s alone, grab him by the neck tie and demand him for answers. Tsuna would just stare at you.
  • “Dammit, I’ve been trying to seduce you the past 6 months, you idiot.”
Proposals and Kids?

Request: Alec imagine where you are a witch a max asks you to teach him about magic while you’re talking he tells you Alec is planning on proposing to you and your like what and max is like I can’t wait for more siblings cuz he doesn’t understand they’d be his nephew and just super fluffy alec


Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: None really 

Authors Note: Hey! Sorry if this is terrible but I hope you enjoy anyhow :) Also thank you guys so much for all of your amazing support! LYSM <3 Also! Requests are currently closed because I have so many ideas coming in so unfortunately they will have you be closed for the time being, I hope you all understand 😊


Originally posted by wildlingcorner

*GIF is not mine*


“Max! Food is ready!” You scream from the kitchen, you had just finished up making his lunch. Dinosaur shaped ham sandwiches with a cup of lemonade, Max’s all time favourite.

You were currently baby sitting for the Lightwoods, whilst the whole family went to Idris to sort out some difficulties the Clave were having with the whole Valentine ordeal. You didn’t mind though, Max was like your little brother.

You could remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. A cute little bundle of joy, Mrs Lightwood had described him with a huge grin. Alec had always said that was the way he would be with your kids, when you guys actually did have some. Full of love and care, making sure nothing in the world could hurt them.

You smile at the memory, your boyfriend was all that you could ask for. Even though you weren’t accepted by the Lightwood family straight away, being a Downworlder and all. But Alec and Izzy both fought for you and eventually made their parents see that you would never do anything against Shadowhunter Law. You were taught by the one and only Magnus Bane, you would never disrespect him like that.

You are pulled from your train of thought when you hear little, bare feet pattering against the wooden floor. A small patch of moving hair was visible from over the kitchen counter, then suddenly a cute little head popped up, grinning at you then to his meal.

You move around to lift him up onto one of the stools, then sat beside him.
Taking a sip from your cup of tea you made earlier.

“ So after you finish your lunch, unfortunately we have to do some tutoring” you say as you watch Max devour his sandwiches. He paused to take a drink then looked you at you.

“ Can you teach me about magic please, Y/n?”  He says with the cutest puppy dog eyes, how could you refuse?

“ sure thing, but you need to eat all of your sandwiches and I might have made some strawberry jelly for afters” you ruffle his hair as you get up to tend to dessert.

After lunch, you cleared up the kitchen whilst Max read out a story from his book of fairytales. He was genius when it came to school work but when it came to runes and magic he was a bit on the iffy side.

So you both then headed into the living room, and plonked yourselves onto the large couch.

“ Right, do you want to start with runes?” You say gathering the flash cards up.

“ Sure, can we do ceremonial ones? Izzy was telling me about Parabati runes and how powerful they are”  he mumbles placing his story book onto the coffee table.

“ Yeah we can do that, so what runes do you know of that are used in ceremonies?”

“ Well I know the Parabati one and thats for the bond of love and friendship between two warriors, to make them strong in battle” he says looking up at you will a childish smile. You smile back and nod to signal what he was say was in fact correct.

“ Then there is the marriage rune… Y/n? ” Max asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“ Yes?” You reply looking up from the flashcards.

“ How are you and Alec going to get married if you cant have runes on your skin?” He says curiously.

“ Well, Me and Alec haven’t talked about marriage before” you say simply.

“ It just I overhear him talking to Jace      about proposing to you on your birthday… And I was wondering how would you get married? You could have a beautiful mundane wedding! With flowers and cake!!” He says excitedly jumping up and down on the couch. You were gobsmacked… Alec was going to propose?! Wait…what?!?!!

“ Hey” you say setting Max back down “ when did Alec say this exactly? About him proposing?”

“ Yesterday” he grins.

“ See me and Alec have only ever talked about having kids because marriage would be too difficult with the Law” you mumble, looking at Max with a weak smile.

“ Wait! Im going to have more brothers and sisters?!  I cant wait! We can play forts or play in the garden looking for worms… Hide and seek would be so much better!” He stumbled out, obviously only hearing the word kids in your sentence.

“ Max ” you laugh out trying to calm the excited child, who was running around skipping. “ They wouldn’t be your brothers or sisters, you would be their Uncle” Max stopped straight in his tracks.

“ So I’m not getting anyone to play hide and seek with?” He says with a wobbly lip as he turns to face you.

“ Of course you will, but you would have the responsibility of looking after them, making sure they don’t do anything silly, you would be like a cool big brother”  you say scooping him up and giving him a hug, he snuggled into you; wrapping his arms around your neck.

“ Y/n?” He says in a small whisper.

“ Max?” You reply in the same tone.

“ Do you think I could have a nap before Mum and Dad come home?”

“ Yeah, sure you can… We will just say you did some work, yeah?” You say setting him down on the floor with a little smile.

A huge grin formed onto his face and he ran off down the corridor towards his bedroom.

You quickly snapped your fingers, making the flashcards, that were spread out on the coffee table, slid perfectly back into their box. You spot Max’s story book and pick it up.

You flip through the pages and discover a bookmarked area, it was a fairytale wedding. It was obvious that Max had scribbled on the characters to make them look like family members. Alec was the groom and you were the bride. Max was so adorable it made your heart swell.

You set the book back down and pull out you phone from your hoodie pocket. Quickly pressing the call app, you scrolled down to Alec’s name and clicked call. He picked up on the second ring.

“ Hey! Y/n whats up? Are you okay?” He says with concern, you guys hardly ever called each other, because you preferred to text .

“ Hey! Everything’s fine, I was just wondering what time you guys get back?” You say, as you begin to wander the hall towards yours and Alec’s room.

“ Actually, we are heading to the portal now… So maybe about an hour depending on if we have everything sorted” he explains.

“ Oh good” you laugh “ Its just we need to talk about something when you get back.”

“ okayyy…” He stressed “ About what?”

“ It can wait till you get back, I cant wait to see you!” You smile down the phone.

“ I cant wait to see you as well, I’ve missed you so much” you sense him smiling too.

“Yeah! He hasn’t bloody stopped talking about you since we got here!” You hear Jace shout in the background, making you laugh.

“ shut up Jace!” Alec yells away from the phone.

“ anyways I will be home soon, I love you!”

“ I love you too!” You say quickly then end the call, grinning at the phone for a good five minuets, before deciding to watch some tv in your room.


You feel the bed dip from behind you, and strong arms snaking around your body.

“ Y/n… We’re home” Alec whispers kissing your neck.

“ Hmmm” you mumble, sleep still controlling your body, you must of drifted into a deep sleep whilst watching tv. You turn over so that your facing Alec and bring your hand to his face, stroking his slight stubble with your finger tips.

“ what did you want to talk about” he mumbles, leaning into your touch.

“ what do you think about marriage?”
You say in a whisper.

“ I like the idea of it, what about you?” He says keeping strong eye contact.

“ I love the idea of it but how would we, say if we were to get married, carry it out? Its not like we can have a Shadowhunter ceremony…” You say softly, moving your hands to his lips. Tracing the outline of them.

“ I don’t want that… Clary was telling me about the crazy things you can do in Mundane weddings, some people even go scuba diving!” He says with a growing smile.

“ I just thought you would want to be traditional, and I cant give you that” you whisper, looking at his lips then to his eyes.

“ I want you… Nothing can change that… I have always wanted you” he says softly leaning in, placing his lips onto yours. After a couple of seconds you pull away.

“ Did you know Max thinks that our kids are going to be his siblings? I didn’t know we had already had a son” you giggled.

“ Well we cant disappoint him can we?” He smirks as he leans in to kiss you again, this time with a lot more passion.

i wonder if Even knew. like for me, before i have a breakdown of some sort, I know it’s coming. the day just feels off and wrong. so what if Even knew, and yet since he loves Isak (bc he does) he wanted to make their last night perfect, because Even thinks Isak will leave him now. He thinks it’s his last night with the man of his life.

i really just hope they talk it out. my poor Even… i know what it’s like after people see the parts of you you’d rather hide, and facing them can be hard. i’m sorry i just have a lot of feelings about this clip.

A beautiful princess

This was submitted by anon. I sort of titled it. I hope you don’t mind.

Please give our lovely anon writer some support! This is a very beautiful and meaningful story!!!


If it’s ok, I hope to stay anonymous. Thank you!


Leo had to visit another kingdom, leaving the teachings to Giles this week. But during today’s lessons, she couldn’t get yesterday out of her head.

… . .

Hearing the women talking while she climbed into her carriage.

“She wasn’t even interested in being the princess.”

“I heard she snuck in and begged them to make her princess.”

“Begged? She probably slept with the king herself!”

“What else could she do? She won’t have a prince with her looks.”

She paused on the step, hearing their gossip about her. Giles called her attention.

“Princess?” Giles held his hand out. “Are you alright?”

“Hm?” She looked to him, giving a smile before taking his hand to get in easier. “Yes. Just a little tired.”

He gave her a warm smile, “When we get back to the castle, I’ll have Nico make you a relaxing cup of tea and have a bath prepped for you.” Watching her sit, he then climbed in himself.

“That sounds wonderful.” With the door shut, she looked out the window to wave to the people. She glanced at the women who were talking, doing her best not to watch them.

… . .


Hm?!” Blinking, she realized Giles was calling her.

He let out a sigh, “You’re distracted. Is something the matter?”

She started to shake her head, but when she opened her mouth, she paused. “Well…” Trying to shake the thought away, she picked up her pen to take notes. “N-no, it’s nothing.”

But when she tried to write, Giles gently placed his warm hand on hers to stop her. “If something is wrong, I wish to resolve it. Otherwise you won’t be able to focus on your studies.”

He had a point, making her put her hands in her lap. “Well…I remember when the village was getting excited about the day the Princess Elect would be chosen. And seeing the posters all around.”

“Of course. We wanted the villagers to prepare for the occasion. The Princess Elect doesn’t happen very often.” He offered a smile. “But then I chose you on that eventful day.”

“Yes, the day was rather busy for both of us.” Looking down at the table. “But…I often wonder if I didn’t come if I’d even be looked at.”

“It’s possible another girl could have been chosen, yes. But you were chosen. Why are you thinking of that now when it doesn’t matter?” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

Feeling his finger tips, she felt her heart skip a beat. “Yesterday was the day we went to the village where you made the announcement of my being chosen. But as we rode back, I heard some of the villagers talking…” Looking at him, “Giles, why did you chose me as the princess?”

He looked at her, almost surprised she was asking him this now. Giles offered her a soft grin, “I saw something inside of you. It’s a little hard to explain, but understand I picked you because I knew you could fulfill the duties.”

Looking back down, “But it wasn’t anything you wanted on your posters…”

“And what exactly was on those posters that makes you think this?”

Taking a deep breath, she reached for the papers to her left before pulling out one of those very posters. It looked wrinkled and old, holding it to him. “You wanted to find someone with grace, beauty, all those kind of things.” When he took the poster to read it better, he glanced to her as her shoulders sank. “You wanted a girl who could easily pass as a princess.” She could feel herself trembling, hands closing into fists. Her head lowered, attempting to hide her fallen face. “A girl who’s pretty looks could easily obtain any prince for this kingdom.”

She could hear his sigh, facing away. “Princess.” He waited patiently until she looked at him. Putting the poster on the table, “Do you not think you’re beautiful?”

Looking back down from his question, she bit her lip before shaking her head. “There are countless women in the village who are pretty. And they can talk much easier to others, or learn dances without stumbling or stepping on one’s foot.” Hearing him sigh again, she turned away getting up from her seat. “I-I don’t feel well. I wish to rest in my chamber.”

She couldn’t hide the break in her voice, knowing she was starting to feel tears down her cheeks. But as she started to step away, a hand took hers. Looking down to the man who started standing up, he kept a firm grip on her hand. “Giles, what are you-”

“Forgive my boldness, Princess.” Pulling her to him, he wrapped his arms around her. His voice was soft, starting to speak in a low tone. “I’m sorry if I ever made you feel you weren’t enough. But I don’t want you to think that way.” Tightening his grip around her, Giles could feel her trembling in his arms. “You have worked so hard since you got here. I don’t believe there are many who would be in your position who’d be so focused, and do as well as you have been.” Hearing sniffles, he brought a gentle hand to her chin. “Princess?”

Looking at him with teary eyes, her nose and cheeks were red. Lips trembling, she blinked a few tears away. “You…really think so? You’re not just saying that?”

Seeing her face, Giles could only smile before wrapping arms around her once more. “We’ll cut the lesson short today.” Her face was buried in his chest, holding him as he gently rubbed her back. His lips softly pecked the top of her head. “How about you take a relaxing bath? We can continue our lesson tomorrow.”

As he let go, she noticed parts of his clothes were damp from her crying. “Oh, I’m sorry.”

He shook his head, “No need to apologies. Just go get some rest. I’ll check on you in a bit.” When she nodded, he wiped the remaining tears from her cheeks. “You are very beautiful, no matter what those women said yesterday.”

She looked surprised at him, but before she could say anything, he shook his head. Not letting her worry about it, she decided to go with a nearby maid. When she left the room, Giles looked back to the poster she had hidden from him. Picking it up, he brought it over a candle to let it burn away.

youcalledmeatlas  asked:

my fave numbers: 7, 95, 76

you didn’t say which pairing so I just chose nalu? hope that’s a-okay! 

number 7: “i’m cold. come here.”

Lucy believed in karma. This was why she enjoyed doing good deeds; so that good deeds may somehow, by someone, be done back to her. She also believed in bad karma. This was why she chose to be nice and levelheaded; so that she could fantasize about the impending doom that would soon come to her wrongdoer.

Without her hand, of course. She liked letting Mother Nature take action—much less work for her. And probably, a better sense of judgement.

Lucy was definitely in the right this time, though. What had happened was unfair and unjust, and all she could do now was shrivel up and glare at her feet as her mind whirled with the sorts of justice that would come to her landlord.

Thirty minutes late. That’s all it took. Lucy could—and would—sit here and assign blame to those involved in the steps to this moment. Erza, with her unnecessary amount of baggage. Gray, with his relentless need to strip and then backtrack to get the clothes he had just stripped. Happy, always flying off at the scent of grilling fish–no matter if it was half a mile away. Natsu (that idiot), with his incessant need to burn down every town they so much as whisked by, forcing her to not only cough up half her reward money, but also stay late to assist with cleanup.

Lucy hadn’t quite gotten around to blaming herself yet. No, she was too bitter to get there yet. Bitter and cold.

Usually she liked watching the snow sprinkle outside her window; now she glowered at it. It was one of the longest blizzards Magnolia had gotten in years. There was no rattling of the wind or anything drastic, but with the temperature well below 0 degrees and the sun nowhere to be seen, the winter was stagnant and frigid. The days were grey and dreary with no light to be seen in the future.

Thirty minutes late. Lucy had all but hightailed her ass through the trenches of snow and sleet and ice to get back to her home in enough time, to no avail. She was pretty sure her fingers had gone to a numb purple by the time she crashed through her landlady’s door. Words were exchanged, curses thrown, cries pleaded. Insults involving her taste in fashion—you know, rough stuff like that.

In the end, despite all of Lucy’s blubbering and empty promises of it never happening again, her execution date was set. She had never truly been punished by her landlady for being late on her rent other than a few harsh words, but now Lucy was beginning to understand just who she was messing with.

An all powerful being who could rip her life to shreds with a single flick of her finger.

No electricity for a week. That was her punishment. Any other day of the year Lucy wouldn’t of minded—in fact she enjoyed the excuse to light some candles and read a good book in bed.

Now it was a whole other deal. Because as one might could tell, without electricity, not only were there no lights, but no AC as well. That meant no heat for poor ol’ Lucy to cuddle up with in the frozen wasteland that was Magnolia.

Her apartment was a barren wasteland, much like outside. She rounded up as many blankets as she could scavenge, lighted as many candles as she could find. She even put them all together in a circle so she could hover over them like people did on the streets for warmth. She felt quite pathetic.

Only her beliefs in bad karma were enough to keep the blood boiling in her veins. She was dressed like the children playing outside. Layers on layers, hats and gloves. Her nose was a frustrated pink.

“I didn’t know you were into witchcraft Lucy,” came a voice.

Lucy turned from rubbing her hands over the flame to face Natsu—person to blame #1. She grimaced at the cocky grin he adorned as he stepped in from the window. He hadn’t even tried to dress warmly, not like he needed to. His blood was much hotter than any normal persons, the snow practically evaporated once touching his skin. Only his vest and trousers were sprinkled with snowflakes. A few even stuck out from his hair.

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anonymous asked:

This has been in the back of my mind for a while and you post such thoughtful Magnus meta, so I wondered if you might have tips. If a white person, such as myself, were trying to write from the perspective of an Asian person, such as Magnus Bane, what should one should avoid when it comes to descriptions of other characters/interactions? Like sometimes I read an LGBT character and their voice/actions screams 'a straight person wrote this!' (1/2)

(2/2) I know I’d never be 100% for his perspective, but do you have any thoughts about this? I had a hard time trying to figure out how to ask this question, I don’t really know how to word it properly so I hope it doesn’t offend in anyway, or seem presumptuous. Your meta always helps give me perspective, so I’d really value any thoughts or even resources about this.

It’s not presumptuous! I really appreciate you sending this in. I’ll start by pointing you to @writingwithcolor. They answer a lot of questions and they also have POC profiles where users submit their experiences as a POC, which is very detailed and useful.

There are also 3 things to keep in mind.

  1. You cannot separate race, gender, and sexuality. Magnus is bisexual and Asian and a man. All three are crucial. When you remember he’s a bisexual man but forget he’s Asian, then he defaults to being white. The majority of issues stem from the simple fact that people treat him as if he were white. I don’t mean how they describe his skin color but that stereotypes/experiences specific to Asian men aren’t taken into account. So they believe the concept/storyline they’re applying to him is fine or progressive when it may be actively harmful.

  2. Account for his race not just in how the people within the story treat him but how the narrative of your story does, too. Hold your narrative up to the overall context of how Asian men are treated in media (desexualization/feminization/submissiveness) and be honest about how it stands up.

  3. If you’re writing an AU, think hard about the role you’ve chosen to give Magnus vs. the role you’ve given Alec. If Alec is royalty or along those lines and Magnus is in service to him or his authority is lessened when in canon he is 1) the High Warlock; and 2) an influential self-made businessman, think really really hard about why you’ve interpreted a canonically powerful man of color in this way.

The main takeaway is to just be more self-aware of your writing and thought processes. You’re going to have subconscious biases and that’s okay because media and society instill them in us every day; as a POC, I find myself with racial biases, too. It’s when people refuse to acknowledge that they do that it becomes problematic.

Breaking the ice

@mortal-apollo, it could indeed be both options. I wanted to post this a little earlier since is sort of holiday themed but I think that now that you have more free time, you can enjoy this better without having to worry too much about organizing a fandom gift giving. Anyway, I took some liberties when writing this story so I hope you don’t mind that much. ((I also hope it’s somewhere near decent but I think that’s mostly a matter of opinion…)) 

Nico winced as he felt the weight of his body being pulled towards the layer of frozen water underneath him, occurrence that he would definitely blame on the annoying force of gravity, for what probably was the third or probably fourth time in the span of ten minutes. When he had signed up for an activity that involved sliding through a rather hard surface of ice, he hadn’t meant to say that he was alright with the bruises he could already sense were forming on his skin which was already slightly damaged by the cold breezes that appeared to be around just to test his patience, which he honestly didn’t had in great amount.

He quickly looked around, feeling his frown becoming more evident on his features and his face warming up in anger as he saw how everyone around him seemed to mock him while performing their movements with enough amount of quantity when talking about the balance between both practice and talent each individual on the rink had to avoid falling down like he had done more than he had originally thought he would end up doing. The scenes happening wherever he glanced were seriously starting to piss him off to a level he hadn’t been expecting.

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a song of ice and fire + (some examples of) narrative irony
(requested by @viperofsand)

Those Eyes

Those Eyes 

• A/N: This is for the very sweet anon who simply requested something Twilight. I wrote this at almost 1am so I apologise sincerely if it’s crap and not at all what you wanted or expected, I’m very sorry, I’m still not all that great at writing, but thank you for the request anyway, sweetie, I hope you like it even a little bit. X
• Warnings: Nada
• Pairing: Jacob Black x Reader (sort of? Idk)
• Words: 581

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The Fox and the flowers

I put all the images together into one big post, now, the images aren’t HQ, i had to resize them down, if you want to see them full quality i made an imgur album for them. 

I also put some sort of morale at the end, in text form, saying what was going through my mind while narrating this story, what means to me and what i wanted to tell or make people feel in this seemingly empty and purely edonistic comic.
So yeah, check it out. And if you already did I hope you enjoyed it, it makes me really happy that a personal project like this got noticed as much as it did ;v;


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((also awh, i’m sorry to hear that. here’s a little message from the boys to hopefully help u out  a bit!! i hope you get that all sorted out anon! :>))

space-bae  asked:

Hiya! Ily and your blog! Just wondering, could you write a smol thingy where MC is an actress and the RFA + V and Saeran and Vandwerwood come to see their first Broadway debut? *cough my dream cough*

Sup, I’m Lilian, a new (sort of?) Admin. I’ll pop up sometimes. I hope you don’t mind me writing your request. Also, are you a fan of Hamilton by any chance?

Golden lights gleamed in Mc’s direction, this was her moment to shine. For years, this was what she had dreamed of doing, and she had finally made it. the curtains opened revealing the artificial landscape around her. In her line of sight stood the eight most supportive people to her, smiling and cheering her on the whole way. The music began to play, gradually getting louder as the scene became more dramatic. 

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Fandom: Haikyuu!!
Pairing: BokuAka
A/N: a continuation of sorts of this fluffy thing @shizuos did about what happens when kuroo realizes he’s into kenma. except bokuaka obvs. and puns. yay puns haha

When Bokuto realizes he’s in love with Akaashi, he takes a badly aimed volleyball right in the face.

It stings, makes his face throb something awful, but it’s nothing compared to the bruise on his ego because Akaashi had been watching. Especially because Akaashi had been watching. 

Green eyes stare at him with justified concern, but instead of answering if he was okay to continue practice, he asks, “did you know your eyes twinkle when you’re exasperated?”

Akaashi gives him a look that clearly worries for Bokuto’s current state of mind, but the subtle flush on his cheeks doesn’t go unnoticed. “This is why you shouldn’t spike the volleyball with your face, Bokuto-san.”

“Maybe you should take me to the nurse?” Bokuto asks, hopeful. He’s not sure if he can sit through the rest of practice with the realization weighing on him, muddling his concentration, making him wonder if Akaashi’s lashes had always been that long or if his fingers always looked as graceful when he sets the ball. 

Akaashi sighs. “You’re incorrigible.”

“Okay, I don’t know what that means, but does that mean you will? ‘Cause I think I might actually need some ice or something.”

Taking Bokuto by the hand, Akaashi signals the others to continue practicing while he walks out of the gym with Bokuto in tow. 

Bokuto is dizzy, a little disoriented. But when he sees the play of a smile across Akaashi’s lips, he knows the injury has nothing to do with it.

“You should be more careful,” Akaashi says with a reproachful click of his tongue.

Bokuto scratches his cheek, sheepish with his momentary loss of concentration. His phone buzzes in his pocket, but he ignores it in favor of the way the dying sun hits Akaashi’s face at just the right angle, makes him look a little unreal. A little distracting.

When Bokuto runs into the pole he swears comes out of nowhere, he thinks maybe it’s more than a little distracting. Wonders if he looks as moony-eyed as he feels.

Shit,” he groans, takes a knee as white spots dot his vision. Shaking his head, he blinks a few times and it’s then he realizes that Akaashi is in front of him, the same green eyes he hasn’t been able to get out of his head now searching his face. Probably looking for signs of a concussion or something else to explain his lack of coordination, his sudden lack of viable brain function.

“What’s gotten into you lately?” Akaashi asks, the way he bites the edge of his lip in concern making Bokuto’s stomach flutter something fierce, his mouth cotton-dry. “Are you getting sick?”

“I think I’m in love with you!” The blurted confession hangs in the air and Bokuto’s eyes widen, terrified as he pictures Akaashi backing away, scowling, their friendship forever changed. Maybe over.

But Akaashi doesn’t run, doesn’t move save for the hands that now cradle Bokuto’s face as he scoffs. “Tch, idiot. I know.” Then he leans in, lips softer than Bokuto has imagined, warm and sweet and lingering. When he pulls away, it’s with a quiet laugh, the twinkle in the green of his eyes definitely not from exasperation. “You told me when you were asleep in my bedroom last week.”

“Oh.” Then with a tentative grin, “…and?”

Akaashi lowers his eyes, a little embarrassed. “You’re not the only one.”

Later, when Bokuto is sprawled out on his bed and finally checks his phone, he finds a text message from Kuroo:

[text]: i realized i was in love with kenma
[text]: i might have accidentally stapled my hand

Bokuto snorts and sends back:

[text]: i told akaashi i might be in love w him
[text]: after my face tried to spike a volleyball

Kuroo’s response makes him laugh loud enough that Akaashi stirs in his arms, tired from practice and having to tend to his new boyfriend’s idiocy.

[text]: u have cat to be kitten me rn
[text]: that’s litterly purrfect

[text]: look @ u bein owl punny

[text]: bro

[text]: yeah i know idk how they put up with us either

Birthdays (M)


genre: slight smut / fluff / humor (?)
characters: three words. jeon. fucking. jungkook.
word count: 6740

a very special present from a very drunk jungkook ; what else do you need in life? :)

a/n: one of my first and favorite requests!! i hope you like it anon ^^ its also 3:31 am and i should be sleeping @kenwayer27​ IM SORRY idk if the last parts made any sense i was kinda drifting off UGH ;; 

Originally posted by minpuffs

Birthdays had never really meant much to you, to be honest. It was just another set of continuous hours, another day out of 365 days. Never once, had you silently wished yourself a happy birthday when the clock strikes midnight, the tick-tocks of the second hand echoing in your newly aged mind that never exactly felt any different; never once had you longed terribly for something significant on your “special day” – be it a gift of some sort, a nice congratulatory wish, or even that one particular person

This was probably the reason why you were so overwhelmed, because never once had you imagined your eighteenth birthday to be so disastrously yet so completely fucking incredible that you nearly prayed for your next birthday to be just around the corner.

Rather, you almost hoped that every single day was your birthday.


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Originally posted by justbacktothegoodolddays


Imagine your first kiss with Tony after your first date, and it’s cute and a little awkward.

This was requested by anon. I hope everybody enjoys it! Thanks for reading, guys!

What a night! All possible ways that the date could have happened had rushed through your mind before it happened, but you never could have possibly imagined that! It was magical, wonderful, and completely enjoyable, bereft of even a single dull moment. Frankly, you had expected there to be some sort of lull in there, where either you or Tony would accidentally start talking about work or something, but that never happened. Easy, casual conversation effortlessly filled your entire evening, and you loved it. Tony was sweet, considerate, and charming the entire night. Not even once did you have to reprimand him for some sort of inappropriate behavior.

Surprisingly, Tony was an incredible gentleman, conflicting his typical playboy-like attributes. He never once mocked, teased, or pressured you into anything. It was strange, but you found yourself staring at him, finding him more amazing than you ever had before. It was like looking at him in a different light, finally gaining the ability to see him for who he was behind the thick walls of confidence that he always put up, the walls that always stood tall, fending away any pain that could possibly come his way with his feigning humor and comedic take on life. He let down those walls, let you see who he really was, and you loved what you saw.

As the night came to a regrettable end, the stars sparkling brightly overhead, Tony politely offered to drive you home, which you gratefully accepted. Most of the drive was filled with a comfortable silence, the air was warm and content, easy, breathable. Light music flitted from the radio through the small car as you drove, causing you to lightly tap your foot to the beat. Everything outside of your window slowly became more and more familiar as you neared your home, bright street lights flashing past your window as you drove, blurring through the dark sky.

Finally, you reached your home, and you almost did not want to get out. You just wanted to stay in Tony’s comfortable company. It all seemed so effortless. You sighed, mentally preparing yourself to leave, and you moved your hand toward the door opener. In a short, mere moment, Tony’s hand shot across the car and across your body, folding around your hand.

“What do you say I walk you up to your door, y/n?” He smiled, a charming sparkle dazzling across his bright smile.

You nodded eagerly, “Of course, Tony,”

Tony eagerly climbed out of the car, rushing over to your side and politely opening your door for you.

“Thank you,” you said quietly, a soft smile settling across your lips.

He said nothing, only moved to lead you to your apartment. The only sound that dared to linger in the space between you was the uneven sounds of your breaths overlapping and the awkward silence that plodded there. But it all had a normal comfort about it, as if this was how it was supposed to be, you and Tony. You were not sure what that meant to you, but you liked it. When the back of his hand lightly grazed your’s, your body singed with an electric fire that you had never felt before. The feeling lingered, even after his hand jolted nervously away. The constant reminder of his feeling was already engraved in your mind.

The front door to your apartment had never seemed so close, and before you knew it, you were there. You moved your hand to the door knob but didn’t turn it. You turned an expectant smile toward Tony.

“I had fun tonight,” he said

“Me, too,” You said, your voice just barely above a whisper. You were stuck in his eyes, strikingly golden as they glowed, the night flickering back at you along with a softness that had seemed to accompany Tony all night long.

Before you could escape the wonderment of his glowing eyes, you found yourself leaning in and he was leaning in too. Your eyes were locked together and all at once your lips met. The kiss was soft, and gentle, and slow, and all too short. Tony pulled away, the ghost of a smile remaining in the shadows of his features, betrayed by the night’s darkness.

“Goodnight, y/n,” he said, even happier than he had been all night

You stood there and stared. Your hand was still clutching the door handle, “Goodnight, Tony,” you said. Your cheeks were bright pink, but you felt better than you had in a long time, brighter, lighter. It was as if everything was clear, as clear as the shining bright sky, glittering with blithe specks.

You stood there for a moment, staring at Tony’s retreating back as you breathed in the clear night air. You almost wanted to say something more to him, confess something, admit something, but he was walking away and you let him go. Then, with an unnatural finality, you entered your apartment for the night, ready to finally succumb to sleep after your exciting evening.


Beautiful. I start every letter to you with I love you. This isn’t to follow some sort of standard. This isn’t to be cliche. This is because that’s the first thing that comes to mind when I think of you. Before I met you people would always ask me questions about love. I would answer them as if I had a clue. I didn’t even have a clue what I wanted to be. I just gave them answers on what I thought the rules were. Fall in love, fall out of love, meet someone new, and do it all over again. This seemed easy enough. It seemed easy enough to create this routine around your heart and hope that one day it would stop doing laps and finally settle down. Then I met you. You, crazy, smart, funny, beautiful, perfect, challenging, caring, unpredictable, predictable. I didn’t know what adjectives to put towards the perfection that is you. I’m not naive. I won’t say it was perfect. I won’t say I said the right things or I swept you off your feet. I won’t say that I gave you expensive things or took you places you have never been. But that was okay because my favorite place in the world is having you in my arms. Keeping you safe. Dreaming of days and years or even minutes. You have completely taken my heart. When I think back to that idea I had of the heart doing laps until it finally slows down i realize the answer. So ask me. I dare you to ask me about love. If you do my answer is quite simple.

Love is falling and fighting but still managing to feel the way you felt when you first touched her hand. Love is going to a store and seeing those custom alphabetical ornaments hoping to find her name even though they never have yours. Love is finding all of those flaws and turning them into a muse for a poem or a song without her even knowing you did it in the first place. People will say I am crazy for thinking that I could possibly find love in the first person I have ever loved. Well, I am crazy. I am crazy in love with you because you’ve done an amazing job at not making me want to love anyone else the way I do you. You make me want to be better. Do better. Write better. You are my muse in happiness and in pain. If my words run empty and your heart happens to run a lap for someone else I would be okay with that. I know it won’t be easy. We’ll get angry, we’ll get mad, we may even shut each other out. But you once told me that I have to work hard for what I want. Babe, I want you. I love you and I’ll never get tired of saying it. So if I’m crazy maybe you’ll be crazy too.