i just have an au problem okay

Far Gone || 1

Originally posted by theseoks

 Money, secrets, lies, and deceit. What could go wrong?

Series: 01 || 02

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Drama, Mafia!Au, Kidnapping!Au

WC: 4.7k

    “There’s no need to worry,” he said as you smoothed your hands over his tie, straightening it out for him nervously, “I’ll call you when I get to the airport, when I land, when I get to the hotel, when I–

    “Okay babe you don’t have to go that far,” you sighed as you looked up at him, cupping your palm against his cheek.

    “If it makes you feel better I will though, that’s not a problem.”

    “No, it’s okay. I know it will be alright. You’ll leave and come home, just like all the other times,” you assured, not wanting to make his leave any more stressful for him than it needed to be. He went on over a dozen business trips a year and this one was no different than any of the others, but you couldn’t help the anxiety in your stomach, a terrible feeling that had overtaken you since the moment you had woken up. He looked down at you thoughtfully, leaning down to place a soft kiss against your lips.

    “I’ll call you when I land,” he promised as he picked up his bag, grabbing the breakfast you packed him before leaning in to steal another kiss, caught in the middle as Jungkook walked in.

    “Awww I’m a sucker for this sweet shit,” he said as you broke apart, eyeing you with an amused expression. You rolled your eyes as you handed him a coffee, having already expected him to come.

You walked them to the door with your fingers intertwined with Taehyung’s, his thumb rubbing small circles into your palm as he felt the dread leaking off of you, hoping to get you to calm down in anyway he could.

    Everything’s going to be okay, everything’s going to be okay, you’re just being paranoid.

    He whispered an ‘I love you’ before pressing his lips against your ring, his eyes lighting up as he looked down at it, recalling the moment he had gotten it on your finger.

    “Have a safe trip guys,” you yelled after them as you stood in the doorway, watching them as the driver loaded their luggage into the car.  “Bring him back in one piece for me please!”

    “I’ll keep him safe, I promise!” Jungkook yelled back with one last wave, disappearing behind the tinted windows. You closed the door as you watched them drive away, determined not to let your irrational feelings take over your mind, knowing that when he came back everything would go back to being as perfect as it once was.

    “Why does she seem so worried? Did you tell her where we were going?” Jungkook asked as he rested against the leather seats, eyeing Taehyung curiously. He had swore he would never tell her anything that had to do with his line of work but he was also the type to change his mind–a dangerous characteristic to have, at least for their job.

    Taehyung sighed, opening the window as he lit a cigarette, throwing him a smirk.

    “I’m not an idiot, of course I didn’t tell her.”    

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anonymous asked:

For the whole Connor thing, I do agree that the Fandoms portrayal of him is WAY off, but I just wanna remind people that not everyone in the Fandom thinks Connor did no wrong. I'm personally more on the boat of if Connor did stay alive, yeah ofc he's still an ass but I like the idea of him finally getting the fking help he deserved to dealing with the consequences of his actions. + with Evan, this boi ain't innocent either, nyall need to realize that. No one is DEH is 100% good, theyre all fked

YOURE EXACTLY RIGHT!! And I agree not everyone thinks Connor is the way that a lot of the fandom portrays him, but it’s just far too many people for me to ignore, y'know? And an au where Connor is alive and gets the help and therapy he needs can actually be a great au! The problem is so many people just go about it like “okay everything is immediately perfect and everyone is happy without Connor ever getting help and also all of a sudden Connor and Evan are gay and Zoe and Connor have this great relationship out of nowhere”
Oh and Evan DEFINITELY isn’t innocent. He’s not downright Bad, but he does quite a few not-great things throughout the show (like lying to a family about their dead son, lying to his mother, lying to everyone other than Jared really, being a jerk to his friends and his mom) and we all as a fandom should address these things that these characters have done. No one in Dear Evan Hansen is a perfect happy character!!

anonymous asked:

You love calling out/deactivating. I love reporting. You leave Aizy alone. She made a post apologizing for her au a while back. Ignorant people like you and your followers don't acknowledge that. And blocking people who are being complete dicks isn't a problem you anon. Tumblr recommends you to do that if ur being harassed by others. This blog is a disgrace. You laugh at Aizy's age; how old are you? Don't you have anything better to do than ridicule people like a sick child? Get back to work.

i’m breaking this argument down?? is that okay?? am i going to hurt ur feelings uwu??

what have i said so far. oh yeah let me help u out u arrogant bitchbucket:

“she’s not a terrible artist!! she just has really fucked up au and it’s not okay to do that and target people w mental illness” and what do u do? “how old are you?” “get back to work” “RIDICULE PEOPLE LIKE A SICK CHILD”


next, i would love to point out that the first sentence (don’t worry baby,, i’m breaking them all down 😘😘)


“You love calling out/deactivating.”

i like calling out people who tell me that my illness and my past traumas shouldn’t matter so yeah i’m pretty salty ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“I love reporting.”
so by ur logic,, ur worse than me??

“You leave Aizy alone.”
uhhhhh i’m only replying to hate anons so u leave me alone?

“She made a post apologizing for her au a while back.”
pray tell? has she said smth like “i’m sorry,, but it’s not my fault” because if that’s her reasoning then,,,,

“Ignorant people like you and your followers don’t acknowledge that.”

you’re the ignorant one sweetie,, google ignorant people and you’ll see ur name under there 😉😉
before u ask, let me tell u what ignorant defines as: lacking knowledge or awareness in general; uneducated or unsophisticated

SO by me saying “it’s not okay to demonizing/romantize murder!!” i’m ignorant? WOWOW boy am i in for a surprise!!

“And blocking people who are being complete dicks isn’t a problem you anon.”
uhhhh commas pls,,, are u insulting urself or ??
i mean block people, i don’t care!! u do u!! but the fact she ignores people because someone calls her out,,,

“Tumblr recommends you to do that if ur being harassed by others.”
ohhh seriously?? why haven’t i get notifications to block you guys?? oh yeah, ur on anon hahahha oops sorry!! i didn’t get the memo!!

“This blog is a disgrace.”
says the one that’s on anon

“You laugh at Aizy’s age; how old are you? ”
16 LMAOO,, isn’t /that/ sad!!?! me, a 16 year old, knows better than a 18 year old,, i think i’m going to shed a tear 😢

“Don’t you have anything better to do than ridicule people like a sick child?”
hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm i don’t know how to respond to this,, jk this one is the easiest to destroy,, man ur argument is getting weaker and weaker my dude!! so okay

“don’t you have anything better to do” yes i do!! i would love to be talking to my followers about my fashion aus or my great gatsby au but you know,, hate messages get me OFF!! if u catch my drift 😜

“ridicule people like a sick child” so because i’m underaged, i’m a child (which i totally get because i’m under 18 so i’m a child hahah lowkey roast if ur not dense enough) and sick because i have mental illnesses or ???? ur just using that to insult me like what neurotypical people do 🤔🤔🤔🤔 this is a mystery to me

Get back to work.
to continue insulting you/slaying you/ whatever people call it?? please be specific?? idk what ur talking about?? idk. my opinion

casthellama  asked:

Hi, so I was scrolling through Instagram and I saw someone post some of your art but at the time they didn't have credit so I didn't know it was yours.Then I got a burst of Inspiration and wrote a short story based off of the art and put it on archive of our own. I just went back to the post and saw that you were credited so if you want me to take it down, I will, no problem! 

We’re really appreciative you wrote something for our AU ^^ But next time if you see our work posted somewhere please ask the user to remove it because we don’t give permission for our work to be reposted; credit or no credit regardless :( (Says in our description in bold not to repost our work)

Also we would love to have a link to your fic if that’s okay! :)

-Lance Admin

au where everything is the same except im a responsible human being


we still don’t know a lot about keith actually… how did he meet shiro? how did he become an orphan?? how was his childhood? it’s a bit au-ish since we’ll probably know it soon… it’s canon divergence i guess? well any excuse is okay to make a keith centered comic

also their relationship is NOT romantic. this is just a story about a kid trying to find himself or smth. i would love to draw what happens next but i’m not sure if i have the skills nor the patience


I don’t know if @krizpyart and @ladybeug have noticed by my sudden presence in their notes and inboxes but I’m hype for their miraculousbent au!

So here’s my second attempt at a canon style outside of panel edits, and it moves! If you like things that don’t move better then I got you holmes.

Anyway because this fandom seems to have a thing about it, please ask me before you use this art in any way and leave my mark on it! I swear I’ll be okay with it if you just ask.

Without You (ch.1)

• Chris Evans x Reader •
//soulmate au. you wake up on your eighteenth birthday having switched bodies with your soulmate.//
|Also, if you have a problem with big age gaps, please read this at your own risk!|

keys: (h/t) hair type/texture  (h/c) hair color  (y/n/n) your nickname



    “W-Why do I always feel so empty? So-So lost all the time? Like I’m missing the biggest part of me, Dad? Why do I feel like there’s a hole in my heart that I can never fill?” teeny-tiny 6 year old you asks in between sniffs and sobs.
    “Oh my sweetie,” your father coos as he holds you close to him and kisses your forehead. “I always knew you would be one of the few,” he smiled to himself as combed his fingers through your (h/t) (h/c) hair.
    “What do you mean Poppie?” you looked up at him as he wiped your runny nose with a tissue.
    “Well,” he began with the most loving grin you have ever seen.
    He began to tell you how everyone felt differently about being apart from their other half. Some felt- well, they felt okay. They weren’t really affected by not having their soulmate yet. But the others, the others weren’t exactly rare, but they were very seldom. The others are the best kind of lovers. They feel so much loss being away from their soulmate, despite the fact that they either don’t even know they have one, or they haven’t even met them yet. They feel the loss of something they haven’t even lost yet. It was hard for them, sure, but finally being united with their other made up for it. I mean, you could imagine how wonderful it would feel to be united with the one destined for you, right? It would feel absolutely magnificent. Magical even.
    “Is that how it felt when you were united with Mi-Mi?” six year old you giggled in your chuckling Daddy’s arms.
    “You bet it was, sugar-plum,” your mom smiled as she wrapped her arms around your Pops’ neck. “And you’ll experience it too someday, (y/n/n).
    “Will I really?” you asked with glistening eyes staring at your parents with so much hope.
    “We promise you, sweetheart,” your mom said as she kissed you and your Dad goodnight.


    Chris went to sleep in excitement the night before his long awaited 18th birthday. His 18th birthday! It was going to be here, it was gonna be here at last! He would switch bodies with his soulmate! He would meet his soulmate!           He woke up the next morning feeling ecstatic. He quickly pushed himself out of his bed and- ‘But wait,’ he thought.
    ‘That’s still my bed,’
he observed with a broken heart,
    ‘And that’s still my nightstand.’
    And that’s still my bookshelf,’
he thought as he began to slide down the side of his bed.
    “And this is still my body,”
he whispered with tears rolling down his cheeks. He felt confused, he felt sad, he felt disappointed, and then he felt betrayed. He felt angry.
he said through frustrated sobs as his family rushed into his bedroom, expecting to meet their new family member.
    “You said
I would meet them,” he said, still unable to find his voice through all the tears falling.
    “You said all the pain would go away,
that it would be magical,” he sobbed into his mom’s shoulder as she hugged him tight, shushing his fragile tears.
    “You said I’d meet them,”
he whispered as his voice cracked.
    “Don’t worry, bud,” Chris’ father said with a sad smile. “This isn’t the end. This just means that you’re older than them, Chris,” he reassured his son, now wiping his tears. “You’ll meet them, I promise you, you’ll find them. And they’ll find you. You’ll find each other. Just not yet. And that’s okay.”
    “Yeah,” Scott said grinning at his older brother, “Remember it was the same with Mom and Dad? It’ll be okay, big bro! Hang in there,” he reassured his older brother as Chris pulled him into a hug.
    “Yeah,” Chris said with a smile and a small sniff, now feeling way better than a few moments ago. “Great things are worth waiting for, right?”
    So that’s exactly what he did, he waited for you. He waited patiently for you, worried and sometimes still a little pained, but he never gave up. After all, great things are worth waiting for.


    It was Chris’ 34th birthday and he still hasn’t been united with his soulmate.
    “Damn,” Anthony said as he slung his arm over Chris’ shoulder. “You are in some serious shit bro, she is young,” he joked and everyone in their little circle (Scarlet, Robert and his wife, Chris Hemsworth and his wife, Chris Pratt and his wife, Tom, Jeremy, Elizabeth, Sebastian, and Mark) laughed at his overused joke.
    “I bet she’s fuckin’ hot,” Jeremy teased just before Scarlet smacked him upside the head.
    “I bet she’s lovely, Chris,” Scarlet smiled to the birthday boy as Jeremy seethed a “What the fuck Scar?”
    “I have a feeling you’ll meet her soon,” Tom grinned at Chris.
    “I do too,” Chris smiled at everyone. “And even if I don’t,” he chuckled to the group.
    “Great things are worth the wait!”
they all said in unison with huge grins plastered on their faces as they raised their beer cups.
    “That they are,” Chris whispered as he took a sip of his beer, “That they are.”

One year later
      It was your 18th birthday and you had never dreaded something so much. But you also had never awaited something in this much anticipation either. You were scared, but you were also so incredibly excited. It was exciting because you would finally get to experience what your parents told you stories about, what your older peers had experienced already and told you about as well, what your younger peers dreamed about, what you dreamed about. What everyone dreamed about.
    However, it was dreaded because you had heard stories about people who didn’t switch with their soulmate when they were eighteen. About some other people who lost their soulmate on the day they met them, or even before that. And the worst of all, you heard stories about people who just- they simply didn’t have a soulmate.
    And that was exactly what kept you anchored to the bed you were in. It’s what kept your eyes glued shut that morning. It’s what kept your hands clinging to the place where your heart lay in your chest to brace yourself from it breaking completely.
    But the mere possibility of none of that happening to you was what won. So you unclenched your fists, you opened your eyes and your fears were conquered. Your fears subsided, all your doubts drowned as you stared at the ceiling above you that was not even a tiny bit familiar. You looked to your right and you saw a nightstand you didn’t know, a lamp that you have never touched, and an Astronomy book- ‘Hey,’ you smiled to yourself, ‘We already have things in common.’

{YAAAAAY PART ONE IS DONE. I know I’m probably writing this to very few people but it makes me sound professional to write this note as if I’m talking to many, so *wink* ;D. I’m testing the waters with this one, I’m not sure if it’s that good, so please give me your feedback! Tell me what you think! So I can see if I should continue this! It would mean a whooole lot! LOTS OF LOVE TO WHOEVER IS READING THIS}

Midnight Confession about Relativity Falls AU

I love how Stanley and Stanford are given a place, at least for the summer, where they can actually grow as individuals. Mabel is there to encourage better behavior, better outlets, and let them explore. 

If Stan wants to wear some of her old skirts he can, and he can rock them. Screw gender norms, her little Stanley likes to wrestle and dress up with her. 

If Ford gets a crush on that weird southern kid, you bet she will be cheering on her little boy. 

Stan can learn not to steal, but to use his natural charisma for good. Helping run her business may teach him that he really likes this and does have a future that doesn’t involve hitting or slacking off. 

Or little Stan can fund that make-up is awesome and lead that into his love for Special-Effects makeup for movies. We already saw some of the things cannon!Stan could do in Summerween. Imagine if he was allowed to further that, he could have been an awesome Special Effects Make-up Artist for movies. 

Stanford will get the taste of abnormal. Get a place where he feels like the normal one. A town that wouldn’t tease him too much on his weirdness because it is already full of weird. Mabel is there to help him come out of his shell, show him that he is more then just smarts. 

Ford is a witty boy with a terrible taste in humor that can actually grow into his more sensitive side. Actually be allowed to show that breaking away from the labels is a good thing, that he has nothing he needs to prove. 

Not to mention the great thing of Grauntie Mabel getting the twins out of Filbrick’s home for good. 

And even if she doesn’t and the same stuff happens like it did in the Tale of Two Stans I can be certain that Stanley had a home with Mabel. That he could have gone to her or she would have come and got him. Made sure they made up after she made sure both her boys were okay. 

And when Dipper comes out of that portal there is no big fight because the Stan and Ford relationship of cannon I just can’t see working out at all. There thing was more of the AU of the Mystery Trio, working with each other. Dipper is just happy to be back and going to work with his sister to fix the rift problem. 

Relativity Falls is just, slightly, better for everyone. It is like a do-over verse. I love this AU almost as much as Cannon. The AU is just a whole new story, practically, and the things that could come out of it are amazing. 

anonymous asked:

do you have any recs for happy gamzee fics? youre one of the few people who i trust in that department lmao

Sorry it took me so long to answer, but I wasn’t on my comp! Now I have access to all my lovely bookmarks

Let’s start with my favorite of all favorites, my absolutely best fic ever that I love: A Heavy Heart http://archiveofourown.org/works/883756 Words cannot describe how much I love this fic. Like I am not shitting you when I say this is my favorite fic ever written and you should go read it right away immediately! It starts out with Sad Gamzee but then you get to the Happy Gamzee later and it’s great! Sorta reverse-hemospectrum? Sorta kinda ish.

Naga Gamzee! A very nice fic, pale boyfriends GamKar, I’m love (though honestly everything by Splick is absolute perfection lbr)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1769956/chapters/3787246 Pale Pornstar Karkat falls in pity with his costar, who turns out to be genuinely distressed and not just putting on airs for the camera. Another Splick fic. 10/10 would suggest

http://archiveofourown.org/works/454558 Okay this one I’m a little iffy to call Happy Gamzee since it sorta adheres to the idea that Gamzee was “naturally” violent in Game but chilled his tits after victory (but retained some creepiness factor) and tbeh it’s mostly about Davesprite and Karkat but also it is REALLY GOOD AND I LOVE IT so it’s going on here anyway

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1219165?view_full_work=true GamKar sickfic, choiiiiiiice, another Splick fic (they’re all really so good but damn if I’m not gonna list out my faves)

http://palestporn.tumblr.com/ speaking of Splick and their work from God and heaven both

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3330671/chapters/7282250 this is about everyone, but don’t let the TavVrisk tag fool you!!!! That’s there for a good reason and that reason is my son standing up for himself! I was actually subscribed to this as it was coming out and let me tell you I did not want to have to WAIT for new chapters, it was so good!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/365950/chapters/594493 okay this one doesn’t belong here either since it is almost entirely about Karkat and John but ITS REALLY GOOD AND GAMZEE IS THERE FOR PART OF IT and you should read it because it’s great

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1132964 I don’t remember what this one is about except pale porn and GamKar but it was in my bookmarks so it’s probably good!

http://splickedylit.tumblr.com/post/90505217108/holes-in-me-like-diamonds humanstuck GamKar where Karkat isn’t sure what he needs except “Gamzee” and that’s about it

http://palegamkarmonth.tumblr.com/ I’ve read about half the stuff on here but it’s all pretty solid so go flit about and enjoy :3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/393728 Petstuck! Roxy gets Gamzee as a pet but he has ISSUES but he’s safe now and Roxy loves him

http://archiveofourown.org/works/385258 gamkar pale pron, good shit mofos

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4410776 Shit gets gay on a farm

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1807909/chapters/3879184 Humanstuck Caliborn is a nasty fuck to Gamzee but Gamzee has a loving family and a qp boyfriend to help him and love on him and it’s good go read it

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4536558 GamTav phone sex, quite possibly the best phone sex I’ve ever read (though I don’t read a whole lot of it so what’s even the standard there)

http://anotherjadedwriter.tumblr.com/post/132972955694/miraculous-motherfucker-you-are Gamquius fucking!! I like this pairing a lot!!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3329768 GamKar, a study on the value and merits of the physical aspects of moirallegiance, very good

http://archiveofourown.org/works/965848 Gamzee’s dad is a piece of shit but Karkat will look out for him even if he’s gonna be grumpy about it the entire time.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/884981 I have no memory of this fic but it’s in my bookmarks and it’s GamKar sooooo

http://archiveofourown.org/works/541914 Gamzee is a grub and Dave just sorta… like… adopts him…

http://archiveofourown.org/works/611619 GamDave blackrom healthy fucking, Dave’s a masochist, it’s fairly short and definitely pwp

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7301005/chapters/16582357 Petstuck, Gamzee is a pet and Karkat is a troll and Gamzee adopts Karkat and that’s all that’s going to be said on the matter :3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/244919 Polyamory JadeGamTav, cute and short and sweet

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1881261 Polyamory RoxyGamTav, they’ve made a game out of catching each other masturbating but Tavros hasn’t gotten caught- until now :3

http://archiveofourown.org/works/8445505/chapters/19348753 I haven’t actually finished this one yet, whoops, but I remember liking it!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7026460 Gamzee goes pitch w Dave, pale w Karkat, and the two of them are still dating flush. Fun ring around the quadrants shenanigans 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7858351 GamKar, merman Gamzee

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2176239 Gamquius, Equius is a human who believes he should’ve been born a troll, Gamzee is a (positive!!!!) sex worker who makes miracles happen

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4120830 NIGHTMARE FIC I fucking love nightmare fics anyway GamKar and DaveKat and Karkat is Troubled 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3721477 GamKar First time

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7672276 PALE GAMROXY :D

http://archiveofourown.org/works/7899418 a JohnGam I requested because I’m always a slut for JohnGam

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6299341 I need to reread this one and leave a detailed and thoughtful comment. GamKar pale porn 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/6202828/chapters/14209507 A v v v good Gamzee gets tortured but rescued GamKar fic :D

http://archiveofourown.org/works/3597702 GamDam, the two trolls that deserve happiness the most. I mean the ending fucking ruined me really badly so maybe this shouldn’t be on the list but it’s like, good tho

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1871859/chapters/4031043 WARBOUND WIDOW!!!!! THIS ONE IS SO GOOD!!!!! SO GOOD!!!!! IT’S GAMJANE!!!!! R E A D I T 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/286786 There’s a sea storm so Gamzee and Tavros have to stay at Karkat’s place. Gamzee gets all the boyfriends, all of them 

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1824409 Another GamKar, Gamzee has to talk Karkat though a bad breakup

http://archiveofourown.org/works/294300 a cute GamTav

http://archiveofourown.org/works/4685852 GamDirk! It has a v pretty illustration

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1105510 another GamDirk

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5162840/chapters/11890364 Doesn’t feature a lot of Gamzee and it’s still in the making, but it’s written by one of my fave authors and the DaveKat is good and pure

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1329514/chapters/2768236 Cradle of the Moon! Long, still being written, lots and lots of sadgam at the start, but definitely a worthwhile read!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/917935/chapters/1781689 EVERYBODY GETS ABDUCTED BY ALIENS!!!!! It’s good I like it. The only real problem I have w it is that Gamzee is somehow possessed by Caliborn in a non-Game AU but aside from that it’s PRETTY MUCH FLAWLESS. An everybody fic, not just Gamzee

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5281676/chapters/12190886 a Band AU where Tavros, Equius, and Karkat are in a band and Gamzee is a groupie that somehow ends up dating the main singer, Tavros. V good, written by someone v special to me ;)

http://archiveofourown.org/works/547169/chapters/974201 Okay this one is weird as fuck and I really don’t have any excuse for my interests

http://archiveofourown.org/works/1912092 Karkat gets scared and lashes out at Gamzee but they’re pale so he calms him down

http://archiveofourown.org/works/723960 Sollux is a naga and Gamzee is an incubus and they fuck

http://archiveofourown.org/works/306663 Gamquius fuckinnnnn

http://archiveofourown.org/works/187715 More Gamquius fuckin

http://archiveofourown.org/works/762414 GamTav, I haven’t read it in AGES but I do remember liking it

And that completes my list of things abt Gamzee that I am willing to share with the world! I hope you find something you like!!

I just really need more Ian & Mickey college AUs?

Like, English major Ian Gallagher finding out that his roommate is artist major Mickey Milkovich.

English major Ian Gallagher and artist major Mickey Milkovich hating each other right from the start.

Artist major Mickey Milkovich deciding to make English major Ian Gallagher’s life a living hell. 

English major Ian Gallagher realizing this, and figuring ‘two can play at that game’.

Artist major Mickey Milkovich sometimes letting his guard down around English major Ian Gallagher, and realizing that he’s starting to really like him. And also that he’s hot as fuck.

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candicemorgan  asked:

kc + "you’re my professor & u have this intricate tattoo poking out of your shirt but i can’t tell what it is, so after a few weeks it finally drives me insane to ask about it & u tell me you’ll explain it at the end of the semester if i get an A" au

Went odd in a different direction with this one! Hope that’s okay because otherwise it would have gotten ridiculously long.

Can’t Let It Go

The problem, Caroline had decided, was that he just didn’t seem like the type. That’s why she was fixated.

Klaus Mikaelson refused to fit into the neat little box she’d built for him in her mind and that was annoying. Caroline was an excellent judge of character, always had been, thank you very much. And she hated being wrong.

Almost as much as she hated admitting that she might be wrong.

It was Klaus’ first year teaching, but Caroline had known that before she’d even set foot in the room (he had zero entries on ratemyprofessors which had made her a little leery). He’d told them as much during the first class. All wry smiles and dimples, amused and self-deprecating, joking that the school was giving him a trial run and he’d appreciate it if they were gentle with him. She’d never been the lust after the teacher type, far too focused and intent on proving herself, but she’d be lying if she said Professor Mikaelson didn’t do it for her.

Maybe it was the accent, maybe it was the crisp shirts and well fitted pants. Why he bothered for a summer class that met from 6-9 on Mondays and Wednesdays, when most of her other professors weren’t willing to put in nearly as much effort into looking put together in the daytime during the regular semesters, Caroline didn’t know. But she wasn’t going to complain. Not when his ass looked like that and the thin cotton shirts hinted at some truly excellent shoulders.

Hey, she wasn’t exactly pleased to be doing summer classes but it was a necessary evil. Any little nugget of joy she could find helped. It’s not like she was planning on making a move.

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okay in every single teacher!au headcannon/fic ive ever read, phil is always an english teacher??? and like i have nothing against him as an english teacher, and it makes sense with his degree and all, but just hear me out okay plz and thank:

  • phil as a science teacher, his eyes lighting up whenever he’s explaining a rly complicated physics problem, or his little jump and clap when an experiment goes right, his hair all messy and safety goggles pushed up over his forehead.  phil being hella excited to talk abt physics and astronomy and biology and chemistry and just being super passionate about all things scientific
  • phil as an art teacher, always wearing stupid graphic t-shirts and jeans with paint stains. he always carries his stuff in a brown, beat-up satchel, stuffed with sketchbooks and pencils and quick doodles scrawled on to cafe napkins. phil’s hands working expertly over a lump of wet clay, pushing his hair out of his face with the back of his hand, smearing clay on his forehead. the look of intensity that comes over him whenever he’s creating, how his focus narrows down to a single point and all of the stress and tension he holds just melts away
  • phil as a history teacher, talking with his hands whenever he finds a person or topic or time he feels rly passionate abt. going off on silly tangents and stories whenever a super cool villain comes up, making every lecture fun and memorable, sprinkling current events into discussions of thousand-year-old events, adding silly doodles and memes to his slides.
  • phil as a music teacher, his fingers gliding over the keys of a piano, of the strings of a guitar. phil playing every instrument under the sun, form trumpet to drum kit to banjo, phil laying his fingers over a students’ on the fret of a guitar, guiding their fingers. phil singing when he thinks he has the room alone, his deep voice buzzing almost magically beside the note of the piano, jumping almost off the bench when a student wants to practice their instrument and finds him in there. 
  • phil as a math teacher, always staying late and giving up his free periods and lunch times to work over difficult problems with students, always makin rly bad math puns during class. phil pushing up his glasses with an intense look, furiously scribbling numbers on a whiteboard. phil always having marker smears on his hands from when he erases his the errors in his calculations with the palm of his hand

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-Simon is totally the lead singer, his energy and vibrance just draws everyone in
-He had a problem with his stutter at first but as he got more confident on stage, it went away
-Penelope is the drummer. I figure that she would love being on stage but still kinda prefer to not be in the direct spotlight.
-Baz is the charismatic guitarist, who is openly gay
-The band got shit from the media for ‘being so multicultural’, but Simon was having none of it
-One look from Simon shuts down any intrusive interviewer asking racist questions regarding Penny and Baz.
-“How does their ethnicity affect their ability to perform?”
-Agatha is the super shy bassist that everyone totally adores
-Simon is like a completely different person on and off stage.
-He totally had stage fright.
-Still does, but Baz helps him a lot by just being next to him
-Their first album is called “Cherry Scones”, much to the annoyance and bemusement of Penelope and Baz, respectively.
-“Rome wasn’t built on mutual admiration, Bunce. Let him have his fun.”
-Simon is the reluctant frontman, but behind the scenes, it’s Baz
-I feel like their stage outfit would be like formal suits for the boys and awesome long flowing dresses for the girls, except for Penny who just goes “screw it” and turns up in a jacket and jeans outfit
-Baz totally wears makeup.

HA OKAY well that post got a few likes that I assume mean “sure, post your ramble,” so I shall do that. Here’s the wall of text that supplements this doodledump. I did not edit it at all, so it’s really stream-of-consciousness-y and probably doesn’t explain itself well because it’s me talking to myself and I know what I mean by things. Also I just flat-out make stuff up a few times. Also also, sentence structure completely disintegrates by the end.

But anyway. Deep apologies to mobile users because mobile sucks and often ignores readmores.

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   No. No. This didn’t make any sense. This was ridiculous.
Yuriy thought to himself for nearly the hundredth time this week. He was sure by now his friends had caught on to his odd behavior. He had been avoiding the whole lot of them sense his attack.
He lied. He said he was mugged, when he knew it wasn’t true. He remember the bite. He remembered passing out, but nothing more then that. He knew the answer of what it was, but didn’t want to admit it. It all just seemed like a bad dream.
Again his stomach twisted in pain from hunger. Hunger he knew wasn’t going to be fixed with food. He’s tried. He paced in front of his window in the safety of his room. It seemed most of his teammates got the picture that he wanted to be left alone. He couldn’t guarantee what he might do the them at the moment. He glanced outside, debating maybe he could go out? Fix the problem before he became a danger? He could just jump out the window, not have to worry about answering any questions as too where he was going. He mused.


Need to talk.


What they say:

“It’s rape”


“It’s bad cause they are brother”

-Remind me this:”It’s bad cause they are two man/woman”

“Nah sancest/papcest” is okay cause it’s not fontcest, it’s like masturbate”

WTF?! Sans and UF!Sans are really alike? REALLY?! NO! It’s like fucking your twin! It’s INCEST cause in most AUs they are conciders like BROTHERS/TWINS 

“NAH but yah undeerstand, incest survivors can be really bad about it”

I know much more about incest/rape than you AND I don’t have any problems with incest. If two people are in love, then I’m nobody to tell them that it’s bad

“God say…”

I DONT CARE! I don’t believe in this things. It’s not because I’m making a diet that all people in the restaurant can’t eat what they want okay?

“I hate people who like incest”

WHY?! What did they do to you?! They just like smthing! If you don’t like cake you don’t have to HATE people who like them or it them in front of you, just go or ask them GENTLY to protect others from this –’

“Use the proper # ….”

FUCK YOU! I use the hashtag that I want, If my draw is about underswap, I use underswap tag! If you don’t want to see that kind of things, use some software, or the tag sfw –’ 


It’s annoying to see that people spend their time posting hate about others, JUST GO ahead! Ignore them! DAMIT! 

I don’t like frisk x sans, I don’t people that like that, i don’t say to others to hate this, I just ignore them –’

EDIT: Oh and it’s not gross cause they are skeleton: first of all they are MONSTERS and papyrusXmettaton (Skeleton/monster x robot) Sans x Toriel (Skeleton x goat) sans x frisk (skeleton x human) papyrus x flowey (skeleton x a.. flower) papyrus x asriel (skeleton x a goat) should I continue? 

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You know how there is three million fics written from the idea of “I have a huge crush on you but I’ve never done anything about it because I always thought you were straight”? Well, now there is three million and one of those because I’m trash and not even sorry about it. [Read on ao3]

“Cheer up Dean! She obviously didn’t recognize good when she had it, it’s her loss not yours.” Cas said as he sat down next to his sulking roommate on his bed.

“You always say that but I’m not so sure if it’s true.” Dean smiled weakly and turned to look at Castiel.

“It is, you are a good man Dean Winchester and anyone would be happy to have you.” Cas said and smiled. He wanted to take Dean’s hand or put his own hand on Dean’s shoulder or just something, anything. But he didn’t dare to touch him so he kept his hands on his own lap. Dean sighed and the sadness in his eyes broke Castiel’s heart. He couldn’t understand all the women Dean had been dating in the last two years. Who would leave Dean once they had him? Were the girls completely crazy? Dean was the best anyone could ever have, he was perfect in every way and Cas would give anything to be able to call Dean his.

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anonymous said: Could you do a Chanyeol soulmate au? Like one where the significant other’s first words are on your wrist and then fluff? :)

I’ve always wanted to do a soulmate!AU! Except I kind of got carried away with it so I hope it turned out okay?

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Soulmate: [noun] A person with whom one has a strong affinity, shared values and tastes, and often a romantic bond.

In today’s society, dating in order to find your other half had become obsolete. It was predestination; from the day you were born, you’ve had the first words of your soulmate tattooed on your wrist. There was only one problem: you think you’re just about the unluckiest person to ever have been born. Maybe a witch had performed voodoo on you while you were still in the womb; better yet, there was probably a family curse that had skipped every single generation except yours. You stared at the dark word imprinted on your wrist, the one you had come to hate after so many years of false hope.


Out of all words, ‘hello’? Really? Not even a 'Hello, my name is…’? Everyone you knew was blessed enough to know the first unique words of their future lover, but you, you had been plagued with the most common phrase in the English language; or any language, for that matter. It seemed like every one of your friends had found their soulmates already, but here you were in your mid-twenties, as single as ever. The indicator on your wrist had narrowed your search to around, oh, practically everyone you know, so you had long stopped trying to find your soulmate, unfazed by any person who uttered the word in your presence.

It was a Saturday night and a friend of yours had invited you to a house party. You didn’t know who the owner of the house was, but your friend had told you that anyone was welcome, so it was perfectly fine.

You pulled up at the house — or should you say, mansion — that matched the address scrawled on your scrap of paper. Cars lined up for what seemed like miles along the street; the muted bass shook the lawn with every drop and it seemed as if the windows would burst any second. You rang the doorbell — how you expected them to hear it you didn’t know — but surprisingly the door opened quickly after.

“Hey!” A boy with brown hair and handsomely drawn eyeliner, who you assumed was the owner, greeted you at the door. “Come on in! Food is down the hall and the pool and courts are past the patio.” You thanked him, finding your friend among the crowd as she introduced you to a few of her acquaintances.

“This is Chanyeol!”

“Hello!” He outstretched his hand and you were about to shake it when someone’s yelling broke your focus.


In the blink of an eye, a boy jumped from the second story railing down into an inflatable pool filled with plastic balls. They flew everywhere, bouncing off walls and rolling across the hardwood. Chanyeol clutched his stomach, almost collapsing onto the floor from laughter.

“Well that’s Jongdae for you. C'mon, you should meet him!”

She dragged you away without giving you a chance to introduce yourself to Chanyeol, so you gave him an apologetic smile before heading off.

It was a wild night, and definitely one of the best parties you had attended in awhile. Who knew it took twelve guys to wrestle down a raccoon? It was past midnight now, and you figured you should go home before the cops decided to show up – someone was bound to notice the baby llama running around in the front yard, right? You were about to head out the door when you spotted someone familiar. Wait… is that Jisoo? The person was turned around but you were sure it was him; you’d recognize his tall figure anywhere. You snuck up behind him, wrapping your arms around your longtime friend.

“You dummy, you left your rubber salmon at my house,” you spoke, referring to an inside joke from long ago.

Jisoo turned around, but you were shocked to find out that it actually wasn’t him, but the boy from earlier… Chanyeol, was it? He looked at you with wide eyes, frozen in place.

“Oh, I’m so so sorry! I thought you were my other friend! Sorry!” You quickly made your escape, too embarrassed at your mix-up.

“WAIT!” he called after you, but you were already out the door.

* * *

You were working your shift at the local cafe, wiping down the bar table as customers came in and out. An aged man, one of your regulars, was sitting on a bar stool reading the paper. He snorted, shaking his head at something he had just read.

“What is it?” You peeked over curiously.

“Never thought I’d see a classified ad for a soulmate.” He handed you the paper, pointing to the ad in question.

Met at house party and first words spoken to me were “You dummy! You left your rubber salmon at my house!”.
Contact Park Chanyeol ASAP

Your eyes popped out of your skull as you reread it over and over. No… this can’t be… You thought of last week, when he introduced himself to you. The circumstances matched up perfectly; you glanced at your wrist, and your mind replayed his deep voice uttering the same word. If his wrist held the same embarrassing phrase you spilled to him that night, then it must’ve been true. You pulled out your phone, about to dial the number at the bottom of the ad when you remembered your boss had a no cell phone policy. You frustratingly slipped it back into your pocket, vowing to call him when your shift ended in less than an hour. A foreign feeling erupted in your stomach; you felt giddy and you weren’t sure if you liked it or not, but it seemed pretty unbelievable that you had finally found your soulmate. After years of thinking things were hopeless, maybe your luck had finally changed. You began setting plates on their respective shelves while watching the news that was playing on the mounted TV over the bar.

“Hello, I’m Park Yoora, and welcome back to CBS News. Today’s stocks-”

“Hey!” You nearly dropped the plates you were holding as Chanyeol stumbled onto the screen. “Uh, I’m looking for my soulmate, we met at a party that my friend Baekhyun threw last week and you called me a dummy and said that I left my rubber salmon at your house!” he announced, pointing to his wrist. “If you’re watching this, please call me!” He held up a piece of paper with his number written on it. Oh my god. He’s crazy. My soulmate is crazy. A menacing security guard began shoving him off the screen as the reporter stood in absolute shock. “Sorry noona!” he exclaimed before running off the screen.

“L-Let’s take it over to the weather now,” she shakily continued.

You stood gaping at the TV. Immediately grabbing your phone, you dialed the number as you stepped outside the cafe. The line was picked up instantaneously.

“Hello?” his deep voice resonated through the speaker.

“Park Chanyeol?”


You laughed at the title. “Yes. Hi, it’s me.” You heard him sigh in relief on the other end.

“H-hey! Did you see me on TV?”

“Yes. And, I saw the ad. You’re crazy, you know that?” you posed with a clear jestful tone so he knew you were joking.

He sweetly chuckled, and somehow, you heard him smile through the phone. “Maybe I am. But where are you? I want to see you today.”

“Uh, I’m working at a cafe but my shift ends in half an hour. It’s next to the Koscom building downtown. Do you know where that is?”

“I know exactly where that is! I’ll pick you up!”

“Okay, that sounds good,” you affirmed, once again feeling butterflies in your stomach.

“I’ll see you soon…?” He drawled out the last syllable, waiting for your insert.


“_____,” he echoed, testing your name on his tongue. “Chanyeol and _____. I like the sound of that. See you later _____!”

He hung up and you quickly went back to work, unable to shake the happiness that had overtaken you. You felt like a little school girl who had just had her crush reciprocated.

“_____, you alright? You look a little flushed,” an employee commented.

You touched your cheeks, not even realizing that you had been blushing.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Maybe a little lovesick, that’s all,” you replied, whispering the latter sentence.

It was like time had slowed to a crawl, taunting you and making you hate every second that you weren’t spending with your soulmate. After what seemed like a lifetime, the bell tied to the door rang and you looked up to see a very smiley Chanyeol making his entrance into the shop. You exchanged excited greetings as you hung your apron near the machines and clocked out of work.

“Shall we go, soulmate?” he proposed.

“What are we doing?”

“Picnic in the park! I have this all planned out,” he announced proudly.

You laughed, glad to finally get the chance to know him better. He took your hand and opened the passenger door for you and began to drive you two to the park. It seemed like your mouths were moving a hundred miles a minute, making up for the years lost.

You settled down under a large oak tree, munching on sandwiches as he talked about all that he did to try to find you.

“I swear I asked everyone, but I didn’t even know your name so it was kind of pointless.”

“I still can’t believe you went on broadcast. How did you even get into the CBS studio?”

“My noona is a reporter, so I have an access card. Except, they might revoke it after today,” he admitted sheepishly. “Honestly, I was so worried I’d never see you again. That I’d never find my soulmate…”

“You’re not alone in that…” you mused, rubbing the imprinted word on your wrist. “I don’t exactly have the best luck.” You held it up for him to see, and a look of understanding flashed across his face.

“Ah, I was wondering why you didn’t realize anything that night. I almost thought I had the wrong person at first, but it’s not everyday someone approaches me about leaving my rubber salmon behind.” You both chuckled at destiny’s unlikely twist. “But we found each other now, and that’s all that matters, right?”

“Right. I guess fate has its own way of working things.”

“But since I’ve finally found you, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

His comment made you blush, and you played with the hem of your dress to keep him from seeing how rosy your cheeks had gotten.

“Should we go take a walk?” he suggested, holding out his hand. You gladly obliged, slipping your much smaller hand into his and letting your feet take you wherever they may as you two chatted endlessly.

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It was nighttime now, and Chanyeol had driven you to your house, both of you tired but satisfied with the day’s events. He walked you to your porch, hands stuck in his pockets as you said your goodbyes.

“Thank you for today. I had a lot of fun,” you spoke.

“Thank you for spending it with me.”

“I guess I’ll see you soon? Goodnight, Chanyeol.”

“Goodnight, _____.”

You turned around to open your front door, but could feel him hesitating to leave behind you.

“Wait, c-can I give you a goodnight kiss?”

You spun around, surprised but delighted by his question.

“A goodnight kiss?”

“Yes… I k-know it’s really s-sudden but you know, only if you want to…” he explained, voice becoming a whisper.

You smiled, observing his shy expression. Getting on your tippy-toes, you pressed your lips onto his soft ones, letting them linger for a moment as his hands came to rest gently on your waist.

“Goodnight Chanyeol,” you bid, smiling warmly before stepping into your house and closing the door.

He stood there momentarily, a large and goofy grin gracing his features before letting out a contented sigh.

“Goodnight soulmate.”

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Note: Hope you liked it! Fluffy Chanyeol is the cutest. <3