i just couldn't pick one okay

Okay… so someone sent me an ask saying “Ash in glasses” & I DID A STUPID THING AND ACCIDENTALLY DELETED IT!!……. So here’s some Ash in glasses

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the sequel to this ficlet i posted yesterday literally none one asked for. (I blame @sapphicsugden for mentioning wanting to see robert react to the voicemail. oops.)

home is wherever i’m with you 

robert gets a voicemail from aaron that has him running to leeds train station to reassure his husband of his love. 

1,669 words.

Robert got out of the shower, towelling his hair dry as he turned to look at himself in the mirror, sighing at dark circles that had found a permanent home there. If he’d ever assumed marriage would make his life, their lives easier, he’d been entirely wrong - even after therapy, even after marriage counselling, regardless of how hard they’d worked on their relationship, they could seem to shake the petty arguments and sniping that always seemed to put a strain on their relationship.

He couldn’t even remember what they’d been fighting about, really, but Aaron had left for meetings in London two days previously, and they hadn’t even been on speaking terms.

Robert had only heard about Aaron’s trip from Liv, the blonde as perspective as ever and knowing Robert would only worry if he didn’t hear from Aaron, but was too stubborn to call (and vice versa, he could only assume, or hope, either or either.)

Going through his usual post shower routine, Robert fished about their messy ensuite for his moisturiser. He’d gone for a shower in the middle of the afternoon in the hopes of relaxing the stiff, sore muscles of his body, easing the tension he’d been carrying for days.

It hadn’t worked, really, but at least he looked less terrible than he had done a half an hour previously as he padded into their bedroom, rooting for some fresh clothes to wear. He really needed to put on a load of washing, the hamper in their room overflowing.

Robert dressed quickly, in a neat blue shirt and navy trousers, pausing to sit on Aaron’s side of the bed as he laced up his shoes. He might as well be productive while he waited for Aaron to come home that evening, he supposed, stuffing his damp towel into the hamper before he headed downstairs, navigating the spiral staircase.

Robert couldn’t help but laugh as he noticed Liv’s overflowing washing basket plonked down by the washing machine. At least it was a step up from leaving her clothes all over her bedroom floor, he supposed.

Separating the colours was a blissfully monotonous task as Robert set about making piles of darks, whites, and colours, Aaron’s clothes overwhelmingly in the darks pile.

Some things would never change.

Washing on, Robert headed for the kitchen, flicking the kettle on before he picked up his mobile, surprised to see a new voicemail from Aaron. Holding it to his ear, Robert leaned against the kitchen counter as he listened.

“I know the last few weeks have been hard, but I want you to know that I love you, and no one makes me happy the way you do. I’m sitting on the train home, and I just… All I want is to be with you, right now, and for the rest of my life. Yeah? So whatever else is going on, we’ll sort it, because I love you, Robert.”

Robert’s heart was racing as he listened to the voicemail, the emotion clear in Aaron’s voice as he spoke. Sometimes, even now, three years on from their wedding day, Robert had moments where he wondered if Aaron would stay, if Aaron would always think that he was worth the hassle, worth the stress.

Robert didn’t always think he was worth the hassle, but here his husband was, telling him that he loved him, that all he wanted was to be with him, that he loved him, and Robert’s heart could have burst out of his chest.

“I’ll be home, soon. Pick me up in Leeds, yeah? We can go for dinner or something, I want to spend some time with ya.”

Robert pressed the palm of his hand into his eye, taking a few seconds to breathe deeply before he did anything else.

Aaron always did floor him.

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anonymous asked:

I'm fucking laughing because in my mind the next thing Angus knows is that he just wakes up on the fucking Moon because he was asleep and they couldn't just leave the kid unattended. There's a lot of screaming because the THB's brought a literal child to the moon What the fuck. Taako or Magnus probably shushes them because the kid is asleep and Humans need that shit.

I write one little post about Angus picking up the Oculus and suddenly an AU happens okay fine let’s roll with it.

The Director, slumped heavily on her throne, gaped at the three that were somehow her star reclaimers. “I have. So many questions,” she raised her hand to halt all of them from speaking at once. “One at a time, please. Magnus, I just know I’m going to regret this, but unfortunately I am incapable of asking anything besides: why do you have a child?”

Magnus held up a small boy made smaller by the heavily muscled arms he was curled in. “This is Angus!”

“The pleasure is all mine now why is he here.”

“We couldn’t just leave him unconscious on the side of the train tracks, Director!” Magnus protested, as if somehow she had suggested it. “Can we keep him?”

“Do…do you think he’s a dog? Is this revenge for the Bureau’s policy of animals on the moon? It is, isn’t it.”

“I promise to take care of him! I’ll feed him and take him on walkies and play with him on the quad and everything!”

“Aaaand the prophecy has been fulfilled.” The Director sighed and turned to address the Reclaimers’ cleric cleaning…something out of his ear. “Merle: could you not do that please and explain what transpired on the surface?

He flicked the…something away (The Director shuddered from a distant memory of a small ship and very close quarters) and adjusted his belt like a small-town lawyer about to present a spellproof case made of witty country aphorisms. “Well, Director- like you ordered- when we got down to Rockport, we went undercover at the train station.” He cleared his throat and…oh gods, starting speaking in a horrid and unconvincing Scottish accent. “Ai cleverlee prasented ma-self as Leeman Kessler-”

Hiding somewhere behind Magnus, Taako shrieked. “OH GOD IT’S BACK.”

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anonymous asked:

I really loved the "spice up those coffee shop AUs" you reblogged, I could just see every single situation with mckirk. I couldn't choose a favourite so could you please pick one that you like the most and do your magic? Also, I just wanted to say that you're very beautiful inside and out.

Based on this. Kind of? It went a different direction fairly quickly.

  • Owning a coffee shop is hard work, okay? Harder than Bones thought. His shop runs fine, he has enough customers on a daily base to run a decent profit each month, but it’s not all grinding coffee beans, making fancy cappuccinos, and smiling gently at guests. The latter is not Bones’ thing to begin with, but he has employees for that. And co-owner Uhura, who spends more time in front of the shop than in the little office for their paperwork. But then Uhura leaves on a honeymoon with Spock, and Bones suddenly has to stand behind that counter, pretending to know what he’s doing.
  • And Bones can make a good coffee, maybe among the best coffees, but his cappuccinos don’t look so great, and the professional foam machine has been broken since forever. The other employees don’t have any problems making fancy foam and cute little art with chocolate powder or whatever. “Dude,” Jim says, a hand on Bones’ shoulder, “I’m sorry, but those cappuccinos look like shit.” “Excuse me?” Bones asks, and Jim raises an eyebrow. “You heard me,” he replies. Who does this Jim even think he is? Obviously he has no idea Bones is actually the owner of this place, but somehow, Bones doesn’t mind that as much. “Oh, really?” Bones asks, “taste it.” “I’m not tasting that, it looks like the saddest cappuccino I’ve ever seen.” “Try it,” Bones persists, and Jim glances at him suspiciously, but then reaches out and takes a sip. “Okay,” he says, “that tastes pretty good-” “I told you.” “- but look at it! These hipsters demand not just great coffee, but also aesthetics.” Bones groans at that, and Jim laughs. “I agree, but they buy most of our coffee.” “Fine,” Bones says, “if you can spare a minute or two after your shift’s over, show me how to do it.”
  • Bones knows how to work the espresso machine, but for some reason, he’s happy to pretend he doesn’t just to have Jim explain it to him. "How long have you worked here?“ Jim asks, and Bones shrugs as an answer. “How long have you?” He counters. “A year, almost,” Jim says. “And you have no aspirations to look for something more… challenging?” Bones asks. “I’m trying to teach you how to make beautiful coffee,” Jim replies, “and for some reason, that proves to be rather challenging.” “Screw you,” Bones says, though with a small grin, and Jim laughs. “Maybe after you make me a beautiful coffee.”
  • Turns out, Jim actually has an astrophysics degree. It’s something he casually mentions one afternoon when it’s quiet, and he’s overseeing Bones making a coffee. “You have a- and you work here? Jesus, Jim.” “What?” Jim asks, “I like working here.” “But you could work for NASA!” “I can also make great coffees,” Jim replies, “and, you know, fail horribly at teaching you to make ones that look half decent. How can yours taste so great but look awful?” “That’s just who I am,” Bones says, and Jim laughs. “No, you look pretty great.”
  • “Bones, seriously, I’m worried that Uhura’s gonna get you fired if you keep making coffees looking as sorry as these,” Jim says, and Bones laughs. “I’m not gonna get fired,” he says. “I hope not,” Jim replies, “that would be a waste.” Truthfully, Bones practiced at home. He knows how to make those coffees the way Jim wants to see them. But there is something so nice about pretending to be clueless and maybe a little clumsy. To watch Jim sigh and smile and teach him again. Perhaps Bones is also purposely trying out Jim’s patience, because there’s gotta be something underneath that everlasting patience. Jim shouldn’t be patient. Had Bones not been the owner of this place, surely he’d be fired already.
  • The flirting is great, though. Jim isn’t shy at all, casually flirts along when Bones suggests Jim teaches him after office hours. He sees Jim’s lips curl into a smile when Bones’ hand briefly rests on Jim’s lower back as he passes him while helping a customer. He feels Jim’s hand on his arm to stop him from making “a mistake”, and his hand lingers even after Bones has corrected himself. And Bones tells himself nothing could ever happen between the two of them, because surely Jim’s more interested in the younger girls and guys who come in and ask for coffees. He must have someone at home waiting for him; being the bright, generous, and ridiculously good looking guy he is. So flirting is safe, and it’s fun, because nothing’s ever going to come of it.
  • The two of them are cleaning up after hours when Uhura returns. “Nyota,” Bones says, smiling at her as she walks in and pulls him into a quick hug, “how was your trip?” “Great. How was working in the shop, instead of running it in the background?” She asks, and Bones shrugs. “Manageable. Barely, but still.” “I don’t doubt Jim’s been a good help,” she says, nodding towards the other, who looks at Bones in disbelief. Bones throws him a small smile, and offers a simple shrug. Well, there goes that bit of fun. “Can you make me a coffee?” Uhura asks, and Bones nods. Doesn’t even think twice about it, and just makes Uhura a decent cappuccino.
  • “You lied to me,” Jim says, catching Bones when the other walks home. “What- have you been following me?” “Yes,” Jim says, “why didn’t you tell me?” “Okay, I’m co-owner,” Bones says. “Not that,” Jim replies, “I mean that you can actually make good looking coffees instead of that shit you produce around me.” “I was… testing your patience.” “Bullshit,” Jim replies, and Bones raises an eyebrow. “Okay,” Bones says, “I liked the way you taught me. And I enjoyed our… banter.” “Banter?” Jim repeats, “you mean the flirting?” “If you want to call it that,” Bones replies. “I do,” Jim says, “were you ever going to follow up on that flirting, or what?” “Were you?” Bones counters, and Jim frowns. “I was. I don’t know if we can do that, considering you’re my boss, but… I was going to ask you out, once you got your coffee right.” Bones laughs at that, and Jim narrows his eyes. “I don’t know if we can go through with that, though. Our relationship is build on a lie,” he says dramatically, and this time, they both laugh.
  • "I still want to go on a date with you,” Jim says eventually, when they cross the park that leads towards Bones’ home. Why Jim’s still walking with him is beyond him, but Bones isn’t quite stopping Jim either. “I never realized you were so serious about the flirting,” Bones says. “Of course I was,” Jim replies, “you weren’t?” “I mean, I never thought anything was going to happen,” Bones says, “not that I mind if it would, but you’re allround amazing, and I’m… I mean, I’m a divorced father who owns a coffee shop. You’re an astrophysicist. How does that even-” Jim leans in, kissing him to shut him up, and it’s something Bones readily accepts. Jim’s arms around his shoulders, his own arms find their way around Jim’s waist, keeping the other close. “Go out on a date with me,” Jim says when he pulls away. “Okay,” Bones says, out of breath, “I know a great coffee place.”

sleepyworm  asked:

Thanks for replying! Your word waffles have definitely been helping. I've always liked Raowl's character. Can you give us a little slice of life when she was living with maybe 5yo Riskua from Raowl's perspective?

“Left arm a little higher, chick.”

Humming, Riskua adjusts her limb, flicking a glance to her mother for approval.

Dracule Raowl stares at her for a second before a proud smile crosses her face, one hand reaching out to smooth down the fly away curls of red that frame her face.

Riskua preens under the touch, the loving caress that has become so familiar.

“That would be a stable block,” Raowl confirms, moving her own practice sword against the little wooden dagger Riskua holds. They’re not using live blades, not for practice, but they’ve been at it for hours now, got to the point Riskua’s arms are shaking.

“How does Shepard’s pie for dinner sound?”

Perking up at the question, Riskua drops her arms with a sigh, smiling.

“Sounds good.”


“What'cha making, Mama?”

“Log Poses, Chick.”

Peering at the little object on Raowl’s desk, Riskua lifts a red brow, staring in surprise. Of course, someone had to make them, and Raowl’s money had to come from somewhere now that she was no longer an active pirate, but it just hadn’t quite clicked in Riskua’s head before today.

“Oh, okay. Can you show me, Mama?”

Climbing up into her lap when one long arm rises to grant her access, Riskua makes herself comfortable, inspecting all the different tools, the assortment of materials that’re used in the process. She all but sinks back into her mother’s soft heat, watching with sharp eyes as Raowl picks up some kind of bastardised solder iron.

“Now, because of how each island has its own magnetism, you have to account for…”


Arrow + Lauriver Appreciation Week + Day 1: Favourite Moment(s)

I always look to the little moments with this pairing. They are literally so imperfect, there’s so many flaws. Their moments even though slight are so powerful to their relationship. They show concern for each other, acceptance even if the words aren’t spoken, the desire of wanting to be together but they are always torn apart before being granted that chance. This to me is the perfect kind of build up two characters can have while displaying such a unique chemistry. They don’t act fluffy, their happiness is always ripped apart, they are surrounded by darkness and after everything they still manage to put a smile on their face every single day of their lives. There’s angst, banter, sorrow and many more emotions displayed. They will literally hurt each other with words to try and stop to the other from making which they believe is a bad decision. Even if they aren’t currently together and in a relationship their scenes are believable and extremely compelling. They speak with their eyes and with all of the baggage between the pairing that kind of chemistry isn’t a breeze to pull off, but with Oliver and Laurel it’s expressed so naturally.


“Maz eats ice cream before every game! We realised it’s the secret to his success.” / “Maz gets first pick. Maz, which one do you want?” / “I think I’ll skip today.” / “What? Maz, you gotta have your rainbow sprinkles, bro.” / “I just don’t want it.” / “Serious, Maz, I got, like, three extra.” / “The things I do…‘cuse me - there we go.”

UNDRAFTED: “Okay, but what if it creates a fissure in the space-time continuum?”

drake and ezra take me out to dinner
  • ezra: this is a decent selection of wines, we should get a red and white
  • me: sounds good. you should pick since you've been studying so much. you can show off and impress us.
  • drake: yeah it's good you finally graduated past getting whatever's second cheapest
  • ezra: hows that supposed to make me feel
  • drake: no it's not an insult, im proud of how you've been applying yourself to something
  • ezra: oh. thanks babe
  • *the waiter comes*
  • waiter: have you gentlemen had a chance to look at the wine list?
  • ezra: yes we have and i think we'll have both the burgundy and-
  • drake: you know scratch that, we're here to have a good time. we'll have a bottle of champagne, ice cold, fam!
  • waiter: very good, sir. i'll have that out momentarily
  • ezra: *looking at drake, very hurt* Aubrey...
  • drake: yeah?
  • ezra: AUBREY...
  • drake: yeah? what? what's wrong babe?
  • ezra: i was gonna order the wine
  • drake: i know you were
  • ezra: and you didn't let me
  • drake: .....
  • ezra: i get that you're a big deal but we are all supposed to trust and respect each other and that includes trusting my judgment and intuition even about small things like this. i think you really need to work on trusting me. you didn't even consult me.
  • drake: ......
  • ezra: i'm listening, aubrey, if there's something you want to say you can say it openly. that's part of the trust i'm talking about.
  • drake: ..... okay i'll say it. i don't trust your judgment. not about women, not about money, and not about wine.
  • ezra: i've been learning a lot about it lately
  • drake: no, you watched Somm on netflix then rollerbladed to the library and read one book about french wine. you didn't even check it out.
  • ezra: I couldn't check it out! my library card was revoked after i heckled one of the librarians who shushed me while i was taking selfies with grad students! you know that! i told you on the way here!
  • drake: you were ordering a burgundy. i don't even like burgundy. i don't pretend to know a lot about wine, but i know i don't like burgundy! i got champagne because everyone likes champagne and i just wanted to have a good time with my friends and celebrate life. and besides, i am picking up the check.
  • ezra: nobody asked you to do that, aubrey
  • drake: okay but if you're not having a good time we don't have to be here. i just want to have a good time together
  • ezra: .... fine. you're right. i didn't consult you and i shouldn't be mad at you for not asking me.
  • drake: so we good?
  • ezra: yeah. we're good.
  • me: not so fast
  • drake and ezra: ? what ?
  • me: you both have been fighting about wine for this whole time and have forgotten....
  • ezra: what did we forget?
  • me: that you ordered a bottle of champagne to drink in front of me. i'm too young to drink!

Kageyama is a cuddler. Hinata had found out in a completely unexpected way. It was supposed to be a simple sleepover at the taller’s house but after 3am everything went nuts and they ended up sleeping in the same bed.

Hinata had woken up in the middle of the night, there was something wrapped around him tightly that wouldn’t let him go. In between the sleepiness and the confusion he managed to turn around, only to see a soundly asleep Tobio with his arms around his waist and the other’s legs entangled with his own. The heat rose to his cheeks in a record time. So, with an excited stomach and a racing mind he went back to sleep.

The next morning, it was the setter who had woken up first, and he had panicked when he realized the position they were in. Had the spiker noticed? If he did, had he minded it? And just as quickly his sleepiness was gone, he was relieved to see that Shouyou was still completely unaware of things.

But… they were just so close, Hinata’s arms clutching onto his shirt and his face resting on his own chest, their legs wrapped around each other and skin touching. It was all too much. The spiker looked adorable in that position, and, after making sure, again, that the redhead was asleep, Kageyama nuzzled the top of the smaller male’s head, burying his nose and mouth over the light and soft hair of the other, picking up the smell of his shampoo and… cinnamon? Yeah, cinnamon it was. So Tobio stayed in that position, falling asleep once again, completely oblivious to the blushing and smiling teen between his arms.

anonymous asked:

Who do you thirst for the most in Fates?


piCK oNE??? no come on I can’t literally thirst for ALL of-


i can’t do this

anonymous asked:

Hi there! I was just wondering if you could help me with something. Okay, so last week my best friend and I went to Barnes & Noble bc she really wanted to get a good vampire book that didn't have a straight couple as the main characters. We looked for hours but we couldn't find any and we eventually had to give up. I felt really bad bc she looked so dejected afterwards. Do you happen to know any good ones that aren't over sexualized? I just really want cheer her up.

For sure! Check out this list of Lesbian Vampire Books. My top pick would be The Gilda Stories by Jewelle Gomez. It’s a super interesting book that looks at gender, race, and sexuality through time and also uses less well known vampire lore.

Daughters of Darkness: Lesbian Vampire Stories by Pam Kesey is a great collection, despite the cheesy cover. I especially like O Captain, My Captain by Katherine V. Forrest, which is about a vampire in space (though it does get pretty sexual). 

Carmilla is the classic, but it’s not really a pick-me-up book, unless you watch the Carmilla webseries right after.

But there are lots more to choose from on the list! Hope that helps!