i just found this in my drafts lol

some random ass finnpoe headcanons

finn hardly ever gets sick but when he does he becomes completely pathetic. poe gets sick much more frequently (mostly from picking up things during missions on far-flung planets) but refuses to stay in bed and will keep working until he inevitably passes out from exhaustion and has to spend several days in the med bay (finn: you’d get better much faster if you took care of yourself. poe: *hooked up to 3 IVs, high off his ass* i’m fine). 

they just sort of. share their entire wardrobe. like, neither of them actually has any clothing that is exclusively theirs anymore.

both are ridiculously physically affectionate. cuddle constantly. PDA out the roof. never standing more than three inches away from each other. no one can decide if it’s obnoxious or adorable.

finn has a finely tuned internal clock – he gets up at the same (early) time every morning, always gets around the same amount of sleep. poe sleeps for like ten hours or not at all. both think the other’s sleep schedule is madness.

they’re both terrible liars, but they’ve quickly become one of the best undercover teams in the resistance.

finn is torn between constant anxiety over poe’s reckless ways and finding it extremely hot.

Voltron Fic Rec List

Klance

you have received entirely, entirely by loveghost

Shiro blinks at him. Lance doesn’t blame him; he’s horrified at himself too. What karmic sins did he commit in past lives to bring this upon himself? To now, in the midst of a training session of all times, blurt: “Hey, guys? You ever think about soulmates and shit?”

Lightning in a Bottle by amillionsmiles

“Well, buddy, beach volleyball isn’t a fight,” he says, getting close enough so that he can clearly see the navy blue of Keith’s eyes, their noses almost brushing. “It’s a dialogue.”

Keith thrusts the ball back at Lance’s chest, eyes flashing.

“Oh, yeah? You’d better start talking, then.”

(or: it’s good to be back at Veradera Beach. It’s good to be back home.)

Kiss Me, You Idiot by @glowdroid

It happens at 2 am, like all regrettable-but-painfully-sincere things do, even in Altean time.

He’s Shallow, Is What I Mean by @lancecmcclain

This is actually just Keith being gay and Pidge being aro as hell. Rated G for Gay. 

bench press me by eggboi

“The hell are you doing?” Keith grumbles out, body mid-push up. There’s a snicker behind him, too close to his ears, though Keith can’t really understand what would be so amusing about this. Then again, he’s not really sure why Lance is lying on him while he’s doing push ups either. Other than to be, of course, annoying.

“Nothing.” Lance finally says. Keith hears the grin in his voice, which only proves to irritate him a little more. ‘Nothing’ his ass. “Continue with what you’re doing, Mr. ‘I’m-Too-Good-For-Socialization’.”

(Lance, as always, tries to annoy Keith by making his exercise harder. It doesn’t work. At all.)

Color Me Intrigued by dreamcp

Lance draws. Specifically, Lance draws Keith. A lot.

twelve feet deep by starspecters

Keith doesn’t respond, but he does smile - which is honestly better, in Lance’s opinion - and Lance starts to worry that maybe he should have applied more sunblock when the tips of his ears grow hot.

never been kissed by kairiolette

“You give off the obnoxious popular vibe. The mullet, and the rap sheet, and—the fingerless gloves,” Lance replies, and barrels on before Keith can take it the wrong way. “I’m so handsome, my name’s Keith and I’m a pilot.”

“That sounds more like a compliment than an insult,” Keith says slowly, a disdainful quirk to his eyebrows that only spurs Lance on. He tilts his head a bit, his bangs shadowing his face, like he’s assessing a particularly impossible physics problem. “And I don’t like that voice you’re using.”

Sheith

according to protocol by amillionsmiles

“PDA in uniform can result in a demerit of fifty to a hundred points,” Shiro murmurs.

“Good thing we’re not in public, then,” Keith mutters hoarsely.

Part 1 of the this corner of the universe series

keep up with you by amillionsmiles

“Clay thinks you have an eight-pack.”

Shiro’s eyebrow jumps. “Does he, now?”

“I told him I wouldn’t believe it until I saw it,” continues Keith, eyes dancing with a challenge.

Part 2 of the this corner of the universe series

Victorious by themorninglark

“When you come back - ” says Keith, again, and then he can’t finish the sentence for the enormity of it, so he stops short. Leaves it hanging like a promise, waiting to be fulfilled, and settles for reaching out to rest his hand on Shiro’s shoulder instead. Lets the contact linger for as long as he can, etched like life lines and heart lines into his palm.

Shiro nods. He doesn’t break promises.

Neither does Keith.

For the Damaged by commodorecliche

You’ve held your head up
You’ve fought the fight
You bear the scars
You’ve done your time
Listen to me
You’ve been lonely, too long

One thing I think is kinda cool is that Wario and Waluigi are not just bizarre exaggerations of the Mario Bro’s personality-wise, but also physically?

For example Mario is strong, right? But he isn’t amazing. The games often state he’s a little tubby and out of shape even with all his agility/ jumping feats. Wario on the other hand? He’s fat too but also goddamn ripped. Even though he over indulges the dude is just as often shown with a dumbbell in hand working out and has visible biceps. 

And it’s the same situation with Luigi; he’s agile and leaner than his bro sure but Waluigi? He’s extremely flexible, a gymnast whose trademark move is to pull his leg over his head and spin. There are very few games where that man doesn’t do some strange contortions with his body and its canon that he trained relentlessly until his reveal in Mario tennis.

anonymous asked:

beronica? anything you want

at first, betty doesn’t even realize it’s happening. the first time it halfway made sense. veronica kissed her then-crush and tried to make amends with cupcakes, an obnoxious amount of flowers, and a spa trip she didn’t even let veronica go on.

but she looks between the gift veronica set on the counter - the third this month that’s seemingly unprovoked and going just a hair past wonderful girlfriend - and finds veronica taps at her collarbone where her pearls used to rest. she won’t meet her eyes.

veronica texted her earlier more details about the case with her father and betty helped talk her through it. no more than two hours later and here she is with a guilty smile and a gift betty didn’t need. 

betty fumes when she realizes hiram’s the cause of this.

“veronica… is this because-”

“he gave me pearls,” veronica interrupts, her eyes still trained elsewhere. “i just wanted to do something nice for you, too.”

betty takes a hard look at veronica. she’s heel-less in the comfort of betty’s home and it makes their height different more dramatic than usual. it makes betty’s heart because she just looks so small.

betty frowns and opens her arms to veronica. “hey, come here.” 

veronica looks up once before she closes the distance between them and sinks into betty’s embrace. betty starts rubbing her back the way she knows calms veronica down and presses a kiss into her hair. “you don’t have to get me anything, veronica.” ronnie goes to interject but betty beats her to it. “no, i love you, not your money. okay?”

veronica lets out a heavy sigh and nuzzles into betty a little further. “yeah, okay. i love you too.”

2

i fell in love with your despair | a hannibal x will playlist

“in my defense, i fell in love with his despair.
his hands were glowing embers, and i was
looking for a fire to warm myself by. he made
me forget that even the moon is just a floating
rock when the sun isn’t lighting it up from
behind, and even the most ordinary things can
look extraordinary in the right slant of light.

in my defense, i wanted to be the hero.
i thought i could save him, so i used my
body to cushion the impact when he
crashed into the earth.

in my defense,
his burning mouth. in my defense,
the craters he left in my skin.”

[LISTEN]

i just found this unfinished post in my drafts and i feel like u would all appreciate my ridiculous drunk rewatch of ssw i never posted

  • robert all curled up in bed looking sleepy and just chilling and his hair all flat and fluffy and it’s so normal and domestic 
  • the look on roberts face when he says ‘I like you don’t i’ as he just admires aarons back (me 2 robert, me 2)
  • the smirky look on roberts face when aaron asks what’s so special about today he’s just like we’re getting today engaged aaron dingle no longer single just u wait for how romantic I am about 2 be 
  • robert just watching aaron leave and his whole face is just like 'damn my boyfriend is gorgeous’ (me 2 robert, me 2)
  • the way robert literally jUMPS to get the ring out of his locker to look at it maintain ur chill robert
  •  victorias lil comment about it being gay made me laugh so much
  • 'I can’t see my future without him in it’ straight up murder me 
  • the Look robert gives rebecca when she says she wants the smart mouth cynic back he’s just like girl pls remove urself from my presence 
  • the whole scene with Lachlan in the boot was everything tbh I laughed I cried I laughed again 'what now cain' 
  • idk the way Ryan’s voice sounds when he says 'we going to ramble him into submission’ just does Things 2 me did he have a cold i wonder
  • 'I didn’t mean to push you’ aaron and robert being hONEST and communicating I’m Ded
  • aarons hand on roberts knee when they’re sitting in the woods is so sweet and pure and wonderful I live for casual affection 
  • the I love you from aaron in the car ruins my life every single time dear god
  • at this point i want it known i don’t have enough gin 2 get through this rewatch
Let it Go

A/N: Sooo, I found this in my drafts and i honestly don’t even remember writing this LOL So i really don’t know what to expect, i just skimmed through this and it looks meh, sooooooo since i feel bad for not update one of my other fics today, you guys can enjoy this! :)

Characters: Sam, Dean, Reader

Pairings: Dean x Reader

Warning: a little smut??? swearing

Word Count: 1800





September 30th 2005


“So what did John say?”

“He’s got a hunt or two to finish up, so to just finish up this one and give him a call” Dean turned his head, his eyes meeting yours directly with an evil smirk on his face “So that means we can have a little fun in the back seat if baby”

You lifted your hands to cover your now crimson red cheeks “Dean!” You giggled out

He wiggled his eyebrows at you “Come on baby, i know you want some of this”

You gave him a little push in the shoulder, being gentle due to the fact he was driving, even if it was down a back road “I always want some of that Dean”

He made a quick turn to the right into the trees, turning off baby, his pupils now fully dialated “Is that so?”

You bit your lip, trying to look as innocent as possible knowing that was always your best game play, nodding your head diverting your eyes to his bulge growing in his pants. He let out a deep groan before picking grabbing your legs and flipping you so you were laying on your back in the front of baby, he grabbed your legs wrapping them around his waist, hovering over top of you, an inch away from your face, his eyes roaming your face, before leaning down giving you a soft gentle kiss he pulled away leaning towards your ear lowly whispering “I want you….so bad” that was all he had to say to get you going, you ripped off his shirt running your hands down his chest stopping right before his pant line, biting your lip again slowly rubbing the bulge on the outside of his pants, earning another moan from him, his lips instantly connected to yours, his hands roaming your entire body, breaking apart for a split second just to remove your shirt and bra, after that his lips were back on yours.

Shortly after you unbuckled his belt, he kicked his pants of the best he could in the small space you were in, his fingers were tugging at the belt holes in your jeans, taking your hand off of his cheek you undid your jean button, as his right hand left your breast to pull your pants down, at the same time as your panties. He wasted no time with using his fingers inserting them in and out of you making you moan in pleasure, he leaned down whispering “God baby, you’re so wet” Making you moan even more, he took his fingers out and started rubbing circles on your clit.

“d-dean” You stuttered out

“Yeah baby?” Smirking down at you knowing what he was doing to you, but every time you guys ended up here, which was a lot might i add, he only wanted to hear those three words.

“I want you, god Dean, p-please”

“Anything for you princess”

And with that his underwear was off and he was in your faster than you could blink, his thrust started slow and rough, then started to pick up in pace and get gentle, you leaving long scratches on his back, and him hand prints on your waist from gripping you too hard, like always.

“Dean..” You moaned out

“Almost”

You bit your lip nodding at the man above you.

“Y/n” He moaned out “Now” and with that you both let go at the same time, he went limp on you, both of you covered in sweat, baby’s windows foggy, you giggled, Dean pushed himself up giving you a gentle peck on the forehead, than nose, both cheeks, before looking deep in your eyes, kissing you lips softly pulling away “I love you y/n”

“I love you Dean”

And that, that was the last time he ever said ‘I love you’ That was the last good moment you guys had together before everything went spiraling out of control.

Present Day

You’ve been sitting in your truck now for about 15 minutes debating whether or not to you were going in the dinner a few feet ahead of you.

You never were a coward or lacked confidence, but when it came to this certain time anxiety was running all the way through your veins. Not just the diner was a few feet infront of you m, but so was Dean, a man you haven’t seen in about 10 years. You mind was racing at your last time seeing him, you loved him, you still did love him it might of been 10 years but he was your first love, your first everything.

“Ow!” You mumbled when you chewed your nail shorter than you intended to, you sighed hitting your wheel a few times grumbling “Come on y/n this isn’t you” You checked your hair and makeup in the rearview mirror, stepping out of your truck slamming the door shut, mumbling curse words under your breath, you would have gone to a different diner but this was the only one for miles, and it just so happened to be the one that the demons you were hunting were meeting at.

You opened the front door the diner and the bell above rung signaling that they had another customer. The waitress was cleaning the front counter but still looked up from counter to give you a big smile greeting you with a southern accent.

Maneuvering around a few tables, you picked the booth the furtherest away from Dean, ordering a bacon cheeseburger, fries and a vanilla milkshake. You could see the demon’s conversing directly in the center of the room, you couldn’t make out what they were saying, but you could feel them grower suspicious so you looked away diverting your attention to the waitress you could see bringing your food this way, you smiled at her while she was placing it down “Thank you” Pausing to look over at her name tag “Sara, thank you Sara” She gave you a small smile “You’re welcome” before turning away.

15 minutes into your time at the diner and not much has changed, you were about half way through your burger, all your fries gone and have drank about quarter of your milkshake, your eyes glancing between both Dean and the demons every now and then.

God he hasn’t changed that much, he still had those ever so kissable lips, his hairstyle hasn’t changed and that made you giggle, his still had those crinkles by his eyes when he smiled, he still did those pouty lips when he was angry, and lastly he still did love his pie. He has aged quite a bit which is bound to happen, it has been ten years. He no longer had the twinkle in his eyes you loved, there was more wrinkles on his face than you last remembered, he looked tired and worn out but this job did this to anyone who has been in it as long as the both of you, most hunters never make it this long and you were honestly surprised you were still here let alone Dean. You heard the stories, the rumours about the Winchesters over the years, you still kept tabs on him every once in awhile, even though you knew he didn’t do the same.

The only time you stopped keeping tabs on him is when you went to purgatory or when you were in hell for 80 years, or well 8 months our time and let me tell you, was that the longest you went. Both him and his younger brother names were mentioned down in hell every now and then which was nothing new, those two were famous and well known.

You were brought back to reality when there was a loud crash and all the glassware on everyone’s table broke into a million pieces, you quickly reached for your gun shoved in the band at the back of your jeans and bringing it around to the right side of you where no one would see it, you scooched closer to the inside of the booth keeping your head down staying out of it until it was absolutely necessary for you to jump in. Not long after the demons kill everyone in sight one by one, except the Winchesters.

It seems like Dean and his younger brother had sorta the same idea, except they jumped straight to the action, both of them with their guns pointed straight at the demons who were circling the table they were once sat at in the middle, eyes black and snickering “I thought you guys knew by now, those things don’t work on us” Laughing the two of them on the outside flicked the hands motioning towards the back wall that was filled with picture frames of Elvis Presley which smashed to pieces after both brother were thrown at the wall “Fucking idiots” you mumbled, sighing decided now was probably a good time considering the other two hunters were now just as useless as the broken picture frames on the wall.

“No, but these will” You lifted up your gun letting three shots out, nailing each demon in the upper shoulder, watching them fall to the ground screaming in pain as Dean and Sam dropped to the floor, dusting themselves off.

“Thanks” Sam spoke giving you a smile, which you returned with a nod.

You could feel Dean’s eyes roaming your body all over, his eyes never leaving you.

“Would you like to do the honours?” You questioned them, but mostly directing it towards Sam.

He gave you smile and started to read out your typical exorcism, while he was doing that, you went back over to your table to pick up the other half of your burger, eating it while Sam finished up. Once he did he made his way towards you.

“So, I’m Sam and this is Dean” He spoke for the both of them, you nodded about to open your mouth to speak when Dean took the words right out of your mouth.

“Y/n…” Dean breathed out

Sam’s eyes looked between both Dean and you, lifting his finger to point between you both, “Uh you two know each other?” He questioned

“We did” You spoke up, pausing for a brief moment before continuing “I gotta get going, other things to hunt, people to save, it was nice meeting you Sam, Dean” You gave him a small smile and Dean a slight nod before heading out of the diner, once again leaving the only man you ever loved behind.