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#teddy #auror #unresolved sexual tension

Prompts: @foxesandwands
Author: @queenofthyme

If you had told Harry Potter, back in his first year of Hogwarts, that he’d be sharing custody of a child with Draco Malfoy, he would have laughed. Loudly. But here he was, fifteen years later, and one of Teddy Lupin’s two legal guardians.

When Harry had accepted Remus’s offer to be Teddy’s godfather, although in the thick of war, he still never considered he’d actually have to raise someone else’s child. Teddy’s grandmother, Andromeda, had taken care of Teddy originally, which Harry was glad of - a 17 year old did not a father make. Still, he made sure to visit often. He knew what it was like to grow up without parents.

Harry wasn’t surprised that Draco visited just as often. Andromeda was his aunt after all, making Teddy his first cousin once removed.

Harry didn’t make a fuss the first time they’d bumped into each other at Andromeda’s, even though the last time they’d seen each other had been at Hogwarts, in the middle of a war, on opposite sides. He trusted Andromeda, and if she, as fiercely protective as she was, trusted Draco around Teddy, that was enough for Harry to do the same. Although, he still watched closely, curious to understand Draco’s behaviour.

Years past and Andromeda grew weary. She had already raised one child, and she was far too old to be chasing after another. As godfather, Harry knew it was his responsibility to take over as Teddy’s guardian, and no longer a teenager, he felt like he was ready. But Draco had insisted that it was he who should become guardian, as a blood relative.

They had argued like they might have back in their Hogwarts days, with taunts and snide jabs, even a  few hexes, before Andromeda put a stop to it. “How do either of you expect to raise a child if you still act like children yourselves?” She had yelled at them both, her words striking home as always.

Shared custody was Andromeda’s idea, but they both agreed it would be the best option for Teddy. He had already grown attached to both of them, and they both loved Teddy as if he was their own. On that, they were in agreement, if nothing else.

These days, they saw a lot of each other. Teddy made sure of that. They hadn’t quite reconciled all their differences, but they were civil, even polite to each other. They had to be for Teddy. But there was such a coldness to their interactions sometimes, that Harry wondered if it would be better if they just went at it, like they really wanted to. Said what they were really thinking.

Like that time when Draco dropped Teddy off at Harry’s office in the middle of a work day because he had an appointment, and Harry said, “Of course, no problem Draco. Please take your time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “You couldn’t have given me some warning so I could plan my day around this, you inconsiderate prat?”

Or the time Draco had taken Teddy on holiday and returned a day later than expected, and Harry said, “That’s okay, Draco, I’m glad you’re both back. I’m sure Teddy had a great time,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I thought you were both dead you selfish jerk, you never thought to owl ahead to let me know?”

Or last week when Draco had to reschedule their agreed custody routine because he had a date on Thursday night and Harry said, “Hope you have a lovely night,” but what he’d really wanted to say was, “I hope your date throws wine in your face and leaves you with the bill.”

It’s not like Teddy didn’t know what was going on. He was a perceptive kid. The whole situation was ridiculous.

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anonymous asked:

Could you write something about how Yuuri is NOT selfish? (I am so TIRED :/.)

So am I!

Where did this perception even come from and why did it get so popular? Was it this?

Episode 12 ruins everything once again.

Ok putting aside my feelings on how lacking I find the writing in this episode, let’s delve into this. He should have talked properly to Victor here, yes. But he’s choosing to retire for an entirely selfless reason. Victor perceives it as selfishness because he doesn’t know what’s going on (and because Yuuri could have gone about his announcement better tbh). Even then, Victor says he didn’t expect Yuuri to be selfish! The person who has been living with Yuuri 24/7 for eight months never expected him to be selfish

Let’s also remember the reason Yuuri wants to retire at this point specifically is because he feels like he is hurting Victor and holding him back. 

Let me repeat that.

Yuuri was willing to sacrifice his career, his dream, and the thing he loves doing the most in the world, for Victor’s sake.

Another shining moment of Yuuri “dangerously selfless” Katsuki was this.

Yuuri doesn’t hesitate for even a second to tell Victor to go back to Japan and be with Makkachin. Yuuri is well aware of how it will be without Victor, he’s putting himself at a disadvantage in a decisive competition because he loves Victor and cares about his feelings above all else, including himself. There was nothing that could be done for Makkachin by either of them, Victor leaving actually changes nothing about Makkachin’s situation, but Yuuri still wants him to go because it means something for Victor and because Yuuri doesn’t want Victor to go through the same pain and regret he went through with Vicchan.

Other moments of Yuuri demonstrating he’s not a selfish or petty person include:

  • His entire relationship with Yurio, who, might I remind you, treats Yuuri terribly for most of the series, and yet Yuuri continuously supports him, admires him, and sincerely cheers for him
  • Feeling guilty over coming home during a busy time
  • Feeling guilty over not keeping in touch with his friends
  • Being afraid to contact that conservatory student because he’s afraid he hurt her feelings for not using her music
  • Being afraid to contact Celestino because he feels he wronged him
  • Feeling like a burden to everyone around him
  • Feeling like a burden to the sport of figure skating itself
  • Sincerely cheering for Chris, who was also kind of a jerk to Yuuri 
  • Admiring and empathising with JJ during his breakdown
  • What he chose for his season’s theme and why

A lot of Yuuri’s actions that people point out as selfish are motivated by anxiety, crippling guilt and low-self confidence and self-esteem. He is his own antagonist. A very simple and straight-forward example of this is episode 4.

Yuuri has an outburst in front of Victor and panics, and consequently starts avoiding him because he’s terrified of showing emotional vulnerability and what he perceives to be weakness to people, as he explains later at the beach. Obviously, Victor is not happy that Yuuri is avoiding him, but I feel that people tend to miss/ignore how Yuuri’s actions were making him feel.

If anything, Yuuri isn’t selfish enough. As I wrote before, a huge part of Yuuri’s character arc is about him learning to express and pursue his desires. This is present in many parts of his narrative, from the thematically significant assignment of Eros, to Yuuri admitting to himself for the first time that he wanted to win gold at last year’s GPF, to realising that he’s not a burden to others and doesn’t have to fight his battles alone nor does he have to push people away, to learning that he is “enough”.

You can’t accuse a character of being selfish when a huge part of that character’s arc is for him to learn that he’s allowed to want things for himself and that he is deserving of the things and people he loves! 

An observation of Markiplier TV

Emphasis on the observation part because I’ve never really been good with theories. I have a number of things to do today but unfortunately, I watched this video and now I can’t stop thinking about it. Hopefully this’ll quiet my mind and let me function, and who knows? Maybe it’ll help someone out there with their own theories too. :)

So, let’s talk about this scene:

We got one hell of a group here BUT what I’d like to focus on is their seating arrangement and what that could mean, because if there’s anything I’ve learned in videos like this it’s that EVERYTHING is by design. This entire table scene (props to the Editor btw) has so much hidden psychological subtext in it, so while I’m no professional I’ll still do my best to uncover them all.

First off, let’s look at the table: Rectangular with two long ends and two short ones. Pretty normal setting yeah, but is it beneficial to their situation (i.e. finding a way to ‘take control’) where everyone easily agrees? Nope. Because tables like these embody competition and a clear sense of authority, and I love this detail. It means that while they could’ve easily gone for a round table to promote cooperation, they go for this because of course, no one’s going to cooperate that easily.

This setting, however, works better in the business cooperative world, because you got two people (Darkiplier & Wilford) who can control the meeting from both ends of the table and are essentially the people everyone will need to look up to.

Here’s a great detail though: In this kind of setting, the more powerful of the two is usually the one opposite the entrance to the room. This allows him not just a vantage point of whoever comes in and goes, but complete control as well. And as we see where King of the Squirrels pops up:

Originally posted by antisepticjack

Which we can easily tell was from the right of the room based on the direction his body and eyes shift to, we can point out where the entrance is and who was right there:

But yeah, in this moment it didn’t seem like Will had control over King’s sudden entrance but let’s face it: he doesn’t care. He already knows that there’s more than one king in that room.

Speaking of, let’s move on to the seating arrangement.

Obviously we got Dark and Will at the ends as the higher ups, but I’d like to talk about Googleplier and The Host.

In medieval times, kings would often have their advisors right at their side at the table. This actually explains the term “right hand man”, because the king would have them close at hand to help him rule, unless of course, he was left-handed. Looking back at Dark’s antics, I have reason to believe that he’s either left-handed or ambidextrous.

Originally posted by http-darkiplier-403forbidden

Which I guess would make sense, considering that while Ed, Bim, Silver and Dr. Iplier were all concerned about their parts in the video, only Google and The Host were able to keep a level head and not lose sight of their main goal/situation.

Now the last thing I want to talk about is Wilford’s idea for Markiplier TV. I must warn you though because this is going to be a bit of a stretch so stop reading if you’d like BUT… I think he may have been inspired by Anti.

AGAIN, please bear with me. Jack’s mentioned before that Dark and Anti ever meeting each other was very unlikely, which in Dark’s case (being the alter ego that’s been pushed inside the most) could be more than true. However, Wilford makes up for this as he’s the only one not bound by the laws of physics and is, potentially, omnipresent. So it’s possible that he’s aware of Anti (since he was aware of Septiplier after all) and his methods (i.e. using social media to have his fans notice him which then gives him control) BUT, being Wilford, he goes about it in his own roundabout way which is, of course, TELEVISION.

So, yeah, this is all I can come up with. Excluding my attempt in theorizing at the very end I hope this was helpful. Now I’m just hoping that my thoughts on Antisepticeye don’t get too hectic and end up like this long wall of text. Thanks for reading. :)

First Impressions

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Castiel works as a teller at his local bank, and Dean is a new mystery customer that brings in a wad of cash and crumpled singles once a week to deposit into his account.

Working as a bank teller was definitely a unique and interesting experience - and one that Castiel generally enjoyed.

Of course, there were always the customers that raised hell when they walked through the door, complaining about incorrect overdraft fees or loan interests, but for the most part, the people were pleasant and Castiel didn’t mind plastering a smile onto his face for five or six hours at a time.

He and the other tellers had their favorite customers that they always talked about, whether for the entertainment factor, or because they genuinely liked them.

There was the nice old woman who always updated the teller on her grandson’s theater career; the middle aged man who generally arrived drunk and so sure that he was a millionaire even though he wasn’t; the college-aged girl who came in with a different hair color every time; and a younger man who kept trying to convince the teller that he was haunted.

Yes, Castiel was sure that he’d seen it all - and then one day, Dean Winchester came through his line.

The moment Castiel looked up as the new face approached the counter, he was thrown off. Sandy and deliberately coiffed hair framed a perfectly symmetrical face that he was sure he’d seen on a famous statue in some museum or another. Soft green eyes blinked at him with an even softer smile as he leaned forward against the counter and tilted his head.

“Hey,” the man said, his voice almost as smooth as the marble his arms were resting against.

“Hello.” Castiel cleared his throat and smiled, praying to God that it looked natural. “How can I help you today, sir?”

The man pulled out his ID and slid it across the counter.

Dean Winchester, it read.

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KEITHS VLOG BROKE MY HEART SO HERES A FIC

MEGA THANKS to @hastalalaterkeith7152 for sending me quotes from the vlog so I could write this without internet and also motivating me


“I think it’s dumb.”

“Well of course you would, mullet,” Lance retorted.

“I’m just saying, there are better things we could be doing,” Keith fumed.

Lance raised an eyebrow. “Like what?”

“Hm, I don’t know, maybe trying to find Lotor?”

“Okay, that’s enough,” Shiro interrupted. “We haven’t found any trace of Lotor, so in the meantime, why not strengthen the coalition? It will be good for our allies to know more about their ‘defenders of the universe.’”

“Exactly,” Lance said. “So, Keith, get your butt in there and make a vlog!”

“I don’t even know what that is.”

Lance groaned. “Come on, mullet, it’s not rocket science. Vlog. Video. Log,” he drew the words out, one at a time. “Like a journal, but as a video.”

“What am I supposed to say?”

“Anything you want,” Shiro said. “Just be careful not to give away sensitive information, in case these ever get into the wrong hands.”

“Right. Sounds easy,” Keith muttered under his breath. Why couldn’t somebody else go first? That would make it easier. So far only Coran had done it, and Keith had learned from experience not to follow his example when it came to film making. But Pidge, Hunk, Allura, and Coran were all working on castle upgrades, and Lance and Shiro had a one-on-one training session planned. That left Keith to sit alone in what Coran had deemed ‘the recording room,’ talking about himself. Something he’d never been particularly good at.

“Hey, man, take it easy,” Lance said. “No need to cry over it.”

“I’m not,” Keith said, confused.

Lance groaned again. “It was a joke.”

Of course it was a joke. Lance always made jokes. And they always flew right over Keith’s head.

“I’m not going to cry,” he said in frustration, after the door to the recording room had slid shut behind him. He sat down. Took a deep breath. Turned on the camera.

“I’m Keith, the pilot of the black lion…what should I say?” he asked. “I’m a paladin. I fly the black lion. I-I said that already, see that’s why I’m bad at this. What else am I supposed to tell you? Okay, um, I guess I’m part Galra…”

After stammering through an introduction, finding words seemed a little easier. Whenever they visited planets, people always seemed most interested—or disgusted—to learn about his heritage, so he opted to talk about that for a little while, pulling out his knife to try and bring up the memories of the trials. Then he remembered what Shiro had said about sensitive information. Maybe talking about the Blade’s secrets wasn’t such a good idea.

Keith paused, staring down at the knife, at his reflection in the shiny, rare metal. “I guess being part Galra is a big deal. Might explain why I was never really good at…connecting with people.” He thought back to the events on Arus, how Lance had tried to teach him some sort of team chant. He still thought it was dumb, not as dumb as this video, but still dumb enough. He said as much, and before he realized what he was doing, his face was heating up and he was raising his voice in anger. Why did he have to get angry so easily?

“I am so sorry,” Keith said, remembering all their allies would be watching this. He leaned back, closed his eyes to calm down. “I am so sorry, I guess…I have a bit of a temper, so…”

Words were becoming hard again. Sticking to his heritage, Keith realized, might also not be the best idea. He didn’t know enough to talk about it with the ease he’d like. And not knowing was making him angry. Not knowing where he came from. Not knowing where his mom went. Not knowing why she left.

Words were hard, but for some reason Keith couldn’t seem to make them stop coming out his mouth. Emotions were rushing out, and he couldn’t keep them bottled up anymore, but this wasn’t the time or place. There was never a time or place for the leader of Voltron to break down.

Breathing was getting hard, too. He felt tears coming, sniffled once, and frantically thought of a way to cover this up. But it was too late. He’d spilled his guts and now everyone was going to know, the team was going to know, the allied planets would know, the universe would know that Keith Kogane was just some scared little kid lost in space.

“I'm—I’m outta here! Get me outta here,” he muttered, getting to his feet. “I'm—I’m outta here!”

He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t pilot Black, he couldn’t lead Voltron, even with Shiro back, hell, he couldn’t even make a damn vlog, whatever the hell that was. It was frustration more than anything that made him yell, “I said I wouldn’t cry!”

Keith stalked out of the recording room, the colours of the hallway swirling together as tears blurred his vision. It occurred to him that he’d left the camera on, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be alone. He was already alone. He was always alone. He was a loner. Right now, he needed to be alone somewhere safe from discovery.

He stumbled into his bedroom. He was dizzy, he couldn’t walk straight, he couldn’t think straight. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be a leader. He didn’t want to be a paladin. He just wanted to be home, alone in his cozy little desert shack, back when he liked being alone, when it was easy to pretend he didn’t care about his parents, when he had no idea that he was an alien.

Keith was really crying now, hot, messy tears dripping down his face. The armor that encased his shaking body was too tight, too constricting. He fumbled to get it off, piece by piece, fingers slipping over the smooth surface as he trembled with sobs, until eventually he gave up and sank to the floor. He was all alone. Nobody wanted him. Nobody cared. Why would they? All he’d ever done was push them away.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, crouched in the middle of his room with his head in his hands. Surely there were better things he could be doing right now. Like trying to find Lotor. Or training. He could’ve taken down the gladiator at least twice by now.

The sound of the door sliding open was barely audible. Just a gentle whoosh, a whoosh Keith had heard many times before. He didn’t pay it any attention, even as someone walked into the room and knelt beside him. He felt a hand on his back, rubbing up and down, slow and gentle, heard soft words being murmured in his ear. He tried to focus on that.

“Hey, Keith. Hey, it’s okay. Shhh, it’s okay, Keith, you’re alright.”

Keith swallowed hard and steeled himself to meet the kind pair of blue eyes that looked down at him.

“L-Lance?”

“Yeah, buddy, it’s me,” Lance smiled worriedly. He brushed tear-soaked bangs from Keith’s face. “Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“I—” Keith froze. That was just the problem. He could never bring himself to open up. He never told anybody what was wrong. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t seem to take down all the walls he’d spent years putting up.

“It’s okay,” Lance soothed. “You can talk to me.”

“No, I can’t!” Keith cried, much louder than he’d meant to. Lance flinched. “Can’t you see that I can’t talk to you? I can’t talk to anybody! I’m no good at it. I can’t connect with people, I can’t open up. Nobody likes me, and I try so hard, but I can’t make people like me because I always push them away and I don’t mean to but it just happens because I don’t know how to do it any different and then I’m all alone but I don’t want to be alone anymore but I can't…I just…I can’t.”

“Keith.” Lance’s strong, steady hands found Keith’s shoulders. His voice was soft, caring. “What are you talking about, man? You’re not alone. I’m right here. I’m always here for you.”

Keith wiped viciously at the tears stained on his cheeks. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t know what to say.

“Let’s get off the floor, huh?” Lance suggested. Keith nodded. Lance guided him to his feet and helped him take off the pieces of armor he’d missed. Keith tried to do it on his own, but he felt so clumsy and useless he ended up just standing there while Lance reduced him to the black bodysuit that was underneath all their armor.

Lance sat them both down on the edge of the bed, keeping an arm around Keith’s shoulders. He was still warm and a little bit sweaty from training, but Keith didn’t care. It felt good, Keith realized. It felt good to be close to someone and have them look out for you.

“We all care about you, Keith,” Lance said. “You do know that, right?”

“I…” Keith paused, “don’t know.”

“Well, we do. All of us. And yeah, okay, I guess your people skills could use a little work, but we know you’re trying. You’re part of the team, Keith. You’re family.” Lance squeezed his shoulder, smiling. Keith looked at him uncertainly. “What is it?” Lance asked.

“I’ve never had that before,” Keith admitted.

“You’d better get used to it,” Lance chimed. “Because we’re not going anywhere. We love you, man.”

“I love you too,” Keith managed. He was tearing up again. Lance pulled him in for a hug, and Keith went with his instinct to hug him back. Things weren’t great, but with Lance here, they were better. Speaking of which…

“How did you know to come find me?” Keith asked.

Lance ducked his head. “I, uh, kinda saw your vlog. You left the camera running.”

“The vlog,” Keith moaned. “I don’t know what I was thinking, saying all that stuff. And now the universe is going to see it. What do I do, Lance?”

“Don’t worry about it. It hasn’t been sent anywhere yet, and I’ll bet there’s a way we can delete it. And we could make a new one.”

“I don’t think my second time around will be any better,” Keith frowned.

“We’ll do it together,” Lance grinned. “We’ll call it ‘Get to Know the Two Bravest Paladins of Voltron!’ Razzle dazzle, right?”

“Yeah,” Keith chuckled. “Razzle dazzle.”

I wish we could connect with Mark easier

I just feel really frustrated lately with the communication between the community and Mark.
I feel like he’s been really quiet lately and with all these Host speculation going around it’s still like silence from Mark.
I wish he would let us know more, if he is working on something he could hype it up, get people more excited, if he’s not then he could tell people not to get their hopes up instead of dragging us along on false hopes.
I love Mark I really do but after that speech about keeping promises what promises has he kept?
Schedules. No
Individual ego videos? no
The pole dancing video he said after the tour? Still haven't’ gotten that.
And then he just goes silent on our front and barely says anything it’s almost… insulting? Frustrating. It’s like he doesn’t care anymore just get the videos out, don’t interact with people just do your job.
I know he could be busy but it’s been like this for a while and nothing has change and I just feel disconnected and some times just upset and hopeless.
Like he’s tugging at my chain and giving me and the community false lies.
I doubt he’ll see this he’s never on tumblr anymore.
And I don’t hate Mark I love him, he’s a great guy but I guess im just let down.

Edit: since i’ve been alot of asks about the same thing i’ll just put my answers in here.
Yes is know Mark is human, yes i know he’s not perfect and doesn’t bend to our every whim. Yes i know he deserves breaks
Yes I know that the pole dancing video is delayed because of Tyler’s surgery
Yes I know Mark doesn’t need to make ego videos or any videos for us and that we should enjoy what we got.
Yes I know Mark is busy.

What im saying is Mark says he’ll take critique and right now im critiquing him because i’m a little worried about how things are going right now.
Mark seems to fall into these sort of lulls every once in a while where he disconnects and sort of falls off for a while, this is usually when people start to chime in the tag ‘oh mark has changed somethings wrong’ and then rumors go around which don’t start rumors in the community please.
So when he’s in these lulls it usually takes something to kick him back into gear, whether it be his friends, an event or one of us telling him that they think something is up.
And what I think is up is mostly one thing and that’s communication.
It’s been lacking in the community for a long while and it seems to be getting worse.
I know Mark has millions of fans in his community but even just liking a few pictures or updating us on stuff helps us feel not so distant with him.
I think it would be nice if Mark would update us on stuff, like something every once in a while, just so we know he’s watching instead of this big silence he’s giving us which makes people think he doesn’t care which i know is far from the truth but it kinda makes it seem that way when you talk so much about how you love your community and then you just cut yourself from talking or interacting.
The communication can be minimal or it can be great, Mark’s busy he could just send a tweet or a vlog or something.
He could hype up videos  like if he was going to do an ego video, he could dispel rumors before they get too big (which has happened in the community a couple of times)
He could just say hi or something, anything would be nice at this point.
So my main focus here is that, Mark’s communication with the community 

SNK Character Song Series 07: Erwin Smith (Image song & monologue translations)

Thanks for your patience! 

Here is the second half of my translation, this time featuring Erwin’s image song & monologue! 

(You can read Levi’s song & monologue translations here.)

Similar to the Levi post, I included the original Japanese and romaji versions of the song, and I also made a transcript of Erwin’s monologue in the original Japanese. You can read that one here.

Again, spoiler warning for details of Erwin’s entire character song CD, as well as one more plug for the official release :)

SHINGEKI NO KYOJIN CHARACTER SONG SERIES 07: Erwin Smith

“Hope Of Mankind” (Vocals by Daisuke Ono)

Side Note: the melody for Erwin’s song is based on the previously released SNK single, theDOGS.

Japanese Version

見せかけの希望を説いて
夢をちらつかせはしない
惨状だけが 現状そのもの

時に最善の策は
尊い命切り捨てて
先へ進む 道を死守
戦場のセオリー

終わりなきCRISISの中
兵を導き続け
何を捨て去ったとしても
繋ぎ止めるHope Of Mankind

飽きるほど見つめてきた
人類の及ばなさを
それでもまだ滅びてはいない

犠牲払わぬ弱者に
どんな勝機があると言う?
向き合うべき相手とは
100年の脅威

※終わりなきCRISISの中
何度でも飛び込んで
核心の断片探す
それだけがHope Of Mankind

終わりなきCRISISの中
兵を導き続け
揺るがぬ信念貫く
尽きるその日まで

無惨に散った餌食となった
有志にいつか償えるなら
命ひとつじゃ不足だろうが
地獄に落ちたその後でなら…
限りある今下す決断が
明日を創ると信じている

※ Repeat

捨てたものは限りなく
得たものは僅かでも
挑む限りゼロじゃない
可能性はまだ

Romaji version

Misekake no kibō wo toite
Yume wo chiratsukase wa shinai
Sanjō dake ga genjō sono mono

Toki ni saizen no saku wa
Tōtoi inochi kirisutete
Saki e susumu michi wo shishu
Senjō no seorī

Owari naki crisis no naka
Hei wo michibiki tsuzuke
Nani wo sutesatta toshite mo
Tsunagi tomeru Hope Of Mankind

Akiru hodo mitsumete kita
Jinrui no oyobanasa wo
Soredemo mada hirobite wa inai

Gisei harawanu jakusha ni
Donna shōki ga aru to iu?
Mukiaubeki aite to wa
Hyaku nen no kyōi

*Owari naki crisis no naka
Nando demo tobikonde
Kakushin no danpen sagasu
Sore dake ga Hope Of Mankind

Owari naki crisis no naka
Hei wo michibiki tsuzuke
Yuru ganu shinnen tsuranuku
Tsukiru sono hi made

Muzan ni chitta ejiki to natta
Yūshi ni itsuka tsugunaeru nara
Inochi hitotsu ja fuzoku darō ga
Jigoku ni ochita sono ato de nara…
Kagiri aru ima kudasu ketsudan ga
Asu wo tsukuru to shinjite iru

*Repeat

Suteta mono wa kagiri naku
Eta mono wa wazuka demo
Idomu kagiri zero ja nai
Kanōsei wa mada

English Translation

I do not offer false hopes
By dangling dreams in front
It is nothing but bleak, but that is the way things are

Sometimes the best policy is
To sacrifice precious lives
Defending until the end the path forward
It is the theory of the battlefield

Into the midst of this endless crisis
I will continue to guide the soldiers
Even if I have to abandon everything
I will hold onto the hope of mankind

I have stared myself sick gazing upon
Humanity’s inferiority
Nevertheless we have not yet perished

For the weak ones who have not paid with sacrifice
What sort of chances of winning are there?
The opponents we must face
Have been a menace for 100 years

Into the midst of this endless crisis
I will dive over and over again
To search for fragments of the truth
That is simply the hope of mankind

Into the midst of this endless crisis
I will continue to lead the soldiers
I will cling to my unwavering faith
Until my days come to an end

It is cruel how the victims have fallen
If I were to atone for these volunteers
One life is not enough, but
Perhaps it would after I have fallen into hell
There is a limit to the decisions I make now but
I believe we can build a tomorrow

There’s no end to the things I’ve thrown away
Even though the things I’ve gotten in return were few
The ability to challenge is not down to zero
There is still a possibility

++

Monologue English Translation

My father was a teacher. The course of my life was set in the classroom one day where my father was giving a history lesson.

Having doubts about the story of how humanity had been driven into these walls, I asked my father a naive question.

At the time, my father stayed silent, but after we returned home, he answered my question.

There were a great number of inconsistencies in the history book distributed by the monarchy.

Moreover, he had a theory that they were hiding an astounding truth.

I spread my father’s theory around to the neighborhood children.

There was no ill intention, it was an innocent act.

However, on the day in which those details were investigated by Military Police, my father died in an accident in a faraway town he had left for.

Of course, it was only ostensibly an accident. My father was killed at the hands of someone who disapproved of his theory.

Inside the walls, there are a portion of humans who indulge in a privileged life– their desires, as well as a foolish son tempted by innocent questions killed my father.

And then my father’s theory became my truth. Proving my father’s theory became my life’s mission.

Humans become titans, and titans become the walls.

In this world full of harsh paths, answering the question I put forth on that day is the meaning of my life, the reason why I was born.

It is for that reason that I came to lead the Survey Corps, giving commands to numerous subordinates: “Give up your life.”

Almost all humans who join the Survey Corps will die.

On their first expedition outside the walls, the probability that new recruits will become food for the titans is roughly 50 percent.

1 in 2 people will lose their life.

Just in the last 4 years, the Survey Corps lost the majority of its soldiers, and with the fall of Wall Maria, all of the results we had gained crumbled in an instant.

There is no guarantee that Survey Corps soldiers who dedicate their hearts for the sake of humanity will live tomorrow. The current condition is bleak.

However much we try to discuss our hopes and dreams, all of them will be easily crushed.

No matter how much we champion some great cause or become a sacrifice for someone else’s sake, the pay off is almost nothing.

And yet I have been ordering many soldiers to die.

I have been using gamble-like military strategies in order to fight against this cruel world.

A comrade who formerly aspired to join the Survey Corps with me fell in love with a girl from the bar we frequented, and he chose to protect her.

I too thought I could perhaps walk along that same kind of path.

But I chose the path of fighting titans over a girl I loved.

Even a person who chose a peaceful life and could spend their life happily will eventually die.

Hope? Or despair? When this small world is about to change, I am the only one who will choose my own path.

I am the only one who will choose the path I believe in.

Who is the enemy of this world?

The key that will save humanity from this despair is none other than humanity’s determination.

This firm determination is, above all, mankind’s hope.

Therefore, I have no choice but to go see the answers I want to know.

Even though I have lost my arm as well as many of my subordinates while carrying the wings of freedom on my back¹, I must continue to advance beyond the walls by fighting against this cruel world.

If we can manage to reach the basement of Eren Yeager’s home, surely we will be able to seize the key to freeing ourselves from control by titans which has lasted for 100 years.

The answer to the question I brought forth on that day is at a place right before my eyes, a place I can reach my hand toward and grab.

Everything is for the sake of my dream– my very own dream. For that purpose I have guided many soldiers, and have ordered them to die.

Mike.

Nanaba.

Gelgar.

Ness.

Eld.

Gunther.

Oluo.

Petra.

As well as every other soldier who has tragically fallen.

My one life is not enough, but eventually I will make up for it. After I have fallen into hell, certainly I will have the privilege to atone.

Certainly, without fail. But now is not the time.

No matter what it takes, I have to be present to witness the moment that the truth about this world becomes clear.

Even if I have to abandon everything.

My conviction is unwavering.

Translation note:

¹ Here the phrase 自由の翼を背負い/jiyū no tsubasa wo seoi (“carrying the wings of freedom on my back”) has a connotation of it being a heavy burden to bear. It looks similar to another phrase in Japanese, 十字架を背負う/jyūjika wo seō, which means “to have a cross to bear” or more figuratively, “to carry a heavy burden”.

anonymous asked:

Any chance of a few good modern au fic recs for this piece of enjoltaire trash?

oh I’m sure I could think of a few… *winks with both eyes at the same time*
(also, here’s a list I made from a while back of some good e/R fics!)

Still the One by kjack89

Enjolras and Grantaire’s 50th wedding anniversary.

I don’t want to give it away, so I’m just going to say you should read it. Seriously

Word Count: 3,438

Oblivious by kjack89

The trouble with approaching your relationship the same way you approached your at-times contentious friendship is that apparently, no one realizes you’re actually dating. Or else Enjolras and Grantaire just have the absolute most oblivious of friends.

Or both.

I’m so used to the “everyone except Enjolras and Grantaire knows they like each other” trope, so this one was really fun to read!

Word Count: 4,567

flightless bird by sarahyyy

Combeferre grins. “How long did you wait before you called me?”

There is a short pause. “Two minutes?” Grantaire says, and Combeferre can’t help but to huff out a laugh. “He said three hours!” Grantaire says defensively.

“He’s fine,” Combeferre says, shaking his head in amusement. “He’ll call. He always calls.”

Damn….it’s the slight ambiguity at the end that gets me… (not to be read if you’re in the mood for fluff!! You might cry!!)

Word Count: 1,883

Years Since It’s Been Clear by lady_ragnell

Grantaire really doesn’t expect Enjolras to force him to move in with him when he hears how shitty Grantaire’s apartment is. And he definitely doesn’t expect Enjolras to want him to stay, or how easy it turns out to be, or the way Enjolras has a habit of doing his studying in the sunshine on the living room floor …

Yeah, he may be in some trouble.

Everything. Everything about this. SO GOOD (ps there’s some smut at the very end, just in case you’re not into that)

Word Count: 10,726

Of Roommates And Hallways by madlyie 

Prompt: “we both got kicked out of our rooms because our roommates are having sex so now we’re standing in the hallway avoiding each other” au

Enjolras learns that the guy from apartment No. 27 is much more talkative than a closed door.

Ok this is super frickin cute and the ending is just perfect. 11/10

Word Count: 1,376

I’ll be your Shelter, I’ll be your Storm by missandrogyny

Just pay me back with one thousand kisses.

Fluff! So much fluff! Good things and happy thoughts!

Word Count: 5,532

One Hundred Ways to Say “I Love You” by the_sky_is_forever

In which Grantaire and Enjolras take a very long time to actually say those three special words, but if you pay attention, the words are there.

Love love love love love. I felt super content (in an “I’m wrapped up in a warm blanket sitting in front of a fire on a cold winter’s day” way) after reading this and honestly that’s one of the best feelings to have after reading a fic (for me personally)

Word Count: 16,484

nothing alike by nightswatch

Enjolras comes across a guy who’s trying to steal his car. Except that he’s not actually stealing his car.

The second hand embarrassment is real (I may or may not have buried my face in a blanket while reading this)

Word Count: 2,023

We’re All Stories, In The End by theglitterati

Les Amis discover fanfiction. About themselves.

I had to put this one on here just for fun because I was cackling when I read it

Word Count: 2,210

Ice Ice Baby by sigh_no_more

In the almost four years that Enjolras had known his friends, he always managed to avoid ice skating with them. This was very purposeful. It had to be. After all, they lived in the Northeast, so plenty of opportunities arose for him to go ice skating. He just never took advantage of them. Because Enjolras had a secret. A dark, terrible secret.

Given how nosy and internet savvy his friends were, it was kind of a miracle that only Combeferre and Courfeyrac knew about his past.

But it was time.

(Or the Amis go ice-skating and find out a surprising truth about Enjolras.)

Ok I had to include this one on here too because when I was rereading it just now, it kinda reminded me of Yuri on Ice and that made me happy sooo :)

Word Count: 2,945

anonymous asked:

It sounds super angsty, but if you haven't already written it, maybe an unrequited, one-sided love thing between the RFA guys and MC?

I’ve been really busy lately, sorry :C 

Warning: Angst/Heartbreak

–R.I.

Click for: [Part 2]

Click for: [Jaehee]


Yoosung

He was so welcoming, warmly including you in everything

He would text you all the time, venting his frustrations about LOLOL—he trusted you out of all the RFA, after all

Soon, it turned into calls, where he happily chatted away to you as he gamed

“Pffft hahaha, you’re so funny, MC!! You always make my gaming nights better…” his enthusiastic response made your heart race. “I love talking to you, MC.”

You took pride in that.

He became more and more special to you, and it warmed your heart every time you talked to him. You wanted to learn more about him.

He always took interest in what you said, and listened attentively even to your pointless, frustrated rants. He sincerely responded to your concerns, and often brought up inside jokes in the chat room, forming a barrier between the two of you and everyone else.

A special little world that nobody else could enter.

“I can’t wait to meet you,” he shyly told you. It was finally the day before the RFA party. Your heart beat quickly, warm fuzziness bubbling in your chest.

“Yoosung… I have something to tell you tomorrow,” you decided, blushing as you told him. He was the one who made you feel happy…the one who cracked jokes and made you laugh on your gloomiest days… the one who listened to all your troubles. He hummed softly, murmuring, “Okay. There’s something I’ve also been meaning to tell you, too. I’m worried if I’ll be rejected but… I can’t hold back anymore.”

That night, you couldn’t sleep from pure anticipating of the next day. You woke up early to make yourself look as pretty as possible for Yoosung. First impressions were important, after all.

Upon arriving at the party hall, you immediately recognized him—you were in love with him, after all. You called out to him happily, and he rushed over with a big smile on his face, but it almost immediately turned into a frown as he reached you.

“You’re Yoosung, right?! I’m MC!” you exclaimed, beaming happily.

“I see. You look… different than I thought you would,” he murmured, a distant look in his eyes as he avoided your gaze. “I thought you’d maybe have like, blonde hair and green eyes, or something.”

Your heart caught in your throat as soon as the words left his mouth. Rika. He’d expected you to look like Rika. Biting back tears, you forced a giggle, as if he’d just said something funny.

“So, what did you want to tell me?” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t really have time to talk, so can you make it quick?”

Yoosung seemed so annoyed and irritated by your mere presence, guiltlessly expressing it in his words, tone and body language. It was a complete turnaround from the sweet boy you had known for the last few weeks. Correction: the sweet boy you thought you had known.

“Nothing important,” you muttered, clenching your fists as tears spilled from your eyes. “I was in love with you. I am in love with you. And I guess I know now that you’ll never feel the same.”

He stared back expressionlessly at you. “Love? I’m sorry, but it’s impossible for me to ever like you back. You’re really far off from my type,” he laughed as if it was a joke.

You couldn’t figure out what the hell was so funny. He was laughing at the way you had felt for him for months. He was laughing at the feelings you had cherished. He was laughing at you.

And it only smashed what remained of your heart to smithereens.

He was never in love with you.

Zen

From the moment you first met him, he’d been flirty and welcoming to you. He was always protective of you in the chatrooms, and he called you often to check up on you, asking things like:

“MC, have you eaten today? I hope you’re taking care of yourself properly, I’ll get worried, you know…”

“Hey… Can you see the moon from where you are? When you look at the moon at night, I want you to think of me… watching over you like your very own guardian angel. If you ever need anything, you know that I’m here right?”

“Do I need to beat up Jumin for you?! He was being way too insensitive just now!”

Naturally, you felt gravitated to Zen. He made you feel so… secure. He was always offering to help you, talking with you late at night, comforting you when you were sad… He made you feel so damn special. He sure didn’t treat Jaehee like this, and you took quiet, guilty pride in that.

A week after you realized that you had fallen in love with him—his caring personality, his deep thoughts, his laugh, his passion for acting… his everything—he asked you out on a date.

You almost screamed into your pillow from excitement. Did he like you back?! Could Zen possibly return your feelings?

You waited for him in the cafe, your eyes anxiously searching for his figure. You had taken 3 hours to braid your own hair (with great difficulty), and chose the perfect outfit to meet with him for the date. You waited 2 hours for him, sitting all alone. But he never came.

You dialled his phone number, wondering if he was stuck in traffic or late from rehearsals. He picked up on the second tone, drunkenly answering, “Mmn… hello, who’s this?”

“Um, Zen? It’s me, MC… did something happen? I’m still waiting…”

He howled in laughter, sounding like he was really enjoying himself. “You’re still waiting?! What the fuck, woman, what makes you think you’re anything special to me? I was only betting with my friend that I could make you fall for me. I can’t believe you fell for it so easily.”

He continued to laugh, finding it absolutely hilarious that you believed his nice guy act. He had purposely stood you up. Rather, he never intended to come in the first place.

His words were like a slap to your face. It was obvious now.

Zen didn’t care about you at all.

You stayed quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing that you were actually crying right now.

You had wasted so much time on him. All because you liked him, and because you thought he could even possibly like you back.

“Helloooo? Are you still there?” he hiccupped.

You couldn’t answer, holding back your sobs.

“Oh right, anyway, thanks for helping me win the bet. Haha, byeee!”

“Yeah. No problem. Anything for you, Zen,” you weakly replied, sarcasm hidden in your undertone.

But it was true. You would have done anything for him. He’d just never do the same for you.

Jumin

From the start, you’d been attracted to his unique sense of humour, awkward personality, and passion for cats. Not to mention, he was pretty fucking rich.

Although you weren’t after him for the money, you had to admit, it was part of what interested you at first. Emphasis on “at first.”

After spending evenings at fancy dinners with him, long nights drinking in bars after work hours, and occasionally messaging each other every day possible… you realized how much more there was to Jumin than you’d originally thought.

Although he seemed carefree and pushed all the tasks to Jaehee, he actually drowned himself in work for hours as well. When you spent time together, he would always be jotting down notes and reading printed documents as he conversed with you—he was probably used to it from discussing business deals all the time.

Not to mention, he was very attached to his cat because he didn’t have the time nor opportunity to interact with anyone that wasn’t trying to conduct business with him. You could feel your own heart hurt for him, realizing how lonely he must be.

Not to mention the fact that there were many young men (such as Zen,) who thought of Jumin as a rich snob, and was against the idea of being friendly. You could only imagine how rejected Jumin must feel, despite acting nonchalant every time.

Your heart and mind was consumed with thoughts of Jumin, of how he felt, of how he was suffering… You yearned to know him better, and you found yourself being more eager than ever in your conversations and nights out together.

One night, you finally brought up the courage to bring up the topic of himself. Excited to share your opinion, you said, “You know, I completely understand that you must feel lonely and all, even though you never mention it! It must suck that nobody understands you… You’re always working so hard, and nobody ever acknowledges it, but I know that-“

He paused mid-sip from his wine, then slowly put the glass down. “MC.” His voice was cold, stern and almost tired. “Why are you saying this?”

You blushed. “Well… I mean… I guess I’ve fallen in love with you,” you whispered, looking shyly into your lap. “I’ve learned so much about you over all this time, and-“

He scoffs, eyes hardening into a glare. “MC… Do you really believe that you know me?” he asks, shaking his head in disbelief. “Everything that you just said… is it not simply your idea of me? You’re not in love with me, MC. You’re in love with the ideal version of me that you’ve created in your own head. Could you be any more delusional and hypocritical when you say that no one understands me? You don’t know me either, MC. Don’t fool yourself otherwise.”

You return his glare with a pleading gaze. “That’s not it, Jumin! I really do understand! I’m not assuming, but it’s just what I’ve realized after spending so much time with you-“

Again, he cut you off. He seemed to be doing that a lot today.

“I only spent time with you to ensure that you would remain subservient to the RFA. Our meetings were like business to me, MC.”

He stood up, turning to leave you alone at the table. A lone $100 bill was all that sat with you.

Seven

This kid was absolutely hilarious! He took on such a cheerful persona in the chatrooms, cracking jokes at random and spamming memes everywhere. But he really did make you laugh.

On days when you felt gloomy, tired of every little thing that was happening in your life, and overall upset, Seven managed to cheer you up, sending you cute texts. They ranged from, “Your Defender of Justice, SEVEN OH SEVEN, will protect your happiness!!” to pictures of his own cosplay, where he attempted (attempted.) to look seductive.

He quickly gained a special place in your heart. Not everyone managed to cheer you up just like that.

One day after the RFA party, Seven invited everyone to the zoo. During the trip, you kept trying to get closer to him, standing near him as you pretended to be awed by the penguins… ‘accidentally’ bumping into him… lying that you didn’t have money to buy a drink and asking to share…

(Although, FYI, that last one didn’t work. Why? Well, the trust fund kid was there, duh.)

Seven drove you and Yoosung home, considering Zen took his motorcycle, and Jaehee tagged along with Jumin to return to the office. After Yoosung left, you were nervous to be alone with the man that you’d grown feelings for.

Almost as if reading your mind, Seven broke the silence, “MC. I’m not suggesting that this is possible, but if you think that you have any sort of feelings for me, please forget it. I… will never fall in love.”

You stared at him quietly, unsure what to say. You hadn’t been TOO obvious in expressing your feelings… you’d really as subtle as subtle could get!

Instead, you opted for, “I don’t get what you’re talking about?”

He glanced at you from the side before turning his eyes back to the road. “You can ignore what I’m saying if you haven’t had any weird thoughts about us being anything more than friends. But otherwise, just be aware that I’ll never fall in love with anyone okay? This isn’t some crappy fairytale. It’s real life, and you’re not going to waltz into my life and change it.”

You nodded slowly, avoiding looking in his direction. “Uhm, yeah…” you awkwardly responded, voice barely above a whisper.

What the hell were you supposed to say? You’d been rejected before you even had the chance to confess. Haha. Ahaha.

The tears welled up in your eyes before you knew it. But you couldn’t let him see. At the very least, you wouldn’t let him know how his words had affected you. You wouldn’t let him know that you actually had fallen in love with him, that his warning came too late.

You wouldn’t allow yourself to ruin the friendship between you two. Seven was too important to you.

You dashed out of his car as soon as he pulled over on your street, not even daring to say goodbye.

PART 2: [Here]

Star Wars Fic Recs!

and by that I mean mostly focusing on/around Obi-Wan because my bias is showing and I cant be bothered to curb that impulse

(also gonna add in @swpromptsandasks​ who is an absolutely fantastic (not to mention prolific) writer who’d probably have something for everyone)

The Codywan fics

- Hope by lilyconrad - T - 6.7k

The Clone Wars are the backdrop to a quiet and fragile love between a general and a clone commander.

- There Goes The Atmosphere by missmollyetc - E - 45.2k (ongoing) (also a personal fav)

The most dangerous space in the galaxy is the distance between a clone and his general.

- Intertwine by @norcumi - E - 10.4k (also Padmé/Rex)

Padmé survives Mustafar. She and Obi-Wan strike out on their own with the twins, accumulating a far bigger family of clones, Jedi, and assorted troublemakers. Even in the shadow of the Empire, they manage to forge something new.

- Whiplash by dogmatix - T - 13.9k (ongoing) 

The world doesn’t stop just because you’ve won the war, and that goes double when the war might not actually be over.

The Rexobi fics

- Sketch by @peskylilcritter - G - 1k

Obi-Wan undercover as a clone.

- Couple Politics by @punsbulletsandpointythings - G - 2.1k

Rex can handle many things. Most things.

He’s pretty sure he can’t handle this.

- Kind, Sober, and Fully Dressed by @dharmaavocado - T - 23.7k

“You’re punishing me, aren’t you?” Anakin said. “I angered you somehow and this whole thing with Obi-Wan is my punishment.”

“Not everything is about you,” said Rex, hauling the guy up. “And, come on, have you seen him in those cardigans?”

“He looks like someone’s sad grandpa,” Anakin said.

In which Obi-Wan returns from four years undercover, Rex called dibs, the entire squad is not helpful, and Anakin hates his life.

(First in the Title of Our Sex Tape series aka that one B99 AU that I never knew I needed until it was in my face)

- Endure the Burning by @norcumi - M - 4.9k 

Captain Rex and General Kenobi both knew any interest they might have for the other was an impossibility. Then they discover that they are not just an impossibility, but something akin to a fairy tale.

- Two Weeks by scarletjedi - T - 14.7k (ongoing)

After yet another confrontation with General Grievous, Generals Obi-Wan Kenobi and Anakin Skywalker, along with Padawan Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex, and others from Skywaler’s 501st, find themselves crashed on a far-flung planet. With help two weeks away, our heroes must survive on this strange, abandoned land.

- Dancing in the Stars by @charity-angel - G - 9.1k

In which there is a really contrived excuse for Anakin to make an ass of himself, and Rex to be a good ori'vod (and maybe impress a certain other Jedi at the same time).

- In which Rex Doesn’t need his sight to get laid by @the-last-hair-bender (aka emocezi) - E - 2.5k

It had been an accident, or so Echo kept saying. They’d been bored, caught up in another endless round of ‘hurry up and wait’ and they’d been tossing around a flashbang in lieu of playing catch with something more dangerous. Like a grenade.

Of course someone had accidentally pulled the pin out and they’d all hurriedly stuffed their buckets on to protect their eyes. And then, because nothing is ever simple or easy. Captain Rex had walked in the room, sans helmet.

The 501st had, in Rex’s salty opinion, screamed like newborn Krayt Dragons and he’d had approximately three seconds to assess the situation before the world had turned impossibly white and he’d gone blind.

- The Best Cure by inkpenpaper - T - 5.6k 

It was the kind of milksop mission that would have normally been well below the paygrade of either the 501st and the 212th, so it was obvious Command meant it as sort-of leave.

Such a shame Obi-Wan touched something he shouldn’t have.

(Part of the this is not the fic you’re looking for series)

- War Against The Odds by @norcumi - M - 9.7k

Obi-Wan and Rex: from General and Captain in the GAR, to lovers, to survivors and Rebels.

Cody/Obi-Wan/Rex fics

- Waiting (Too Long) by @the-dragongirl - T - 6.4k

Rex waits by the bedside of one of his lovers, waiting (hoping) for him to wake up. Damn the Sith, anyway.

Or - Rex finds proof of the control chips and Palpatine’s treason before Order 66 can be fully carried out, and brings it to Anakin in time. Barely. Unfortunately, he does NOT get there in time to prevent the Order from being sent out to Utapau.

ObiAniDala fics

- Sigh No More by @edenwolfie - E - 131k (ongoing)

Anakin makes slightly better choices, Obi-Wan is a Mess™ and Padmé deserves none of this. AU from Mustafar onward with liberal manipulation of canon to culminate in some angsty, fluffy, domestic fix-it because we all deserve better.

I’m going to fix everything Lucas broke if it kills me.

who cares about your lonely heart by Elenothar - T - 28k

After the Battle for Coruscant, Obi-Wan has wings, a Sith Lord to handle, and a former Padawan who’s still not following a code of conduct for the Jedi. Facing the Sith Lord might be the easy part.

ObiKin fics

- Starbird by @imaginaryanon - T - 8.8k

As far as Anakin’s concerned, Obi-Wan is the picture of a perfect Jedi. or, Anakin thinks he knows everything about Obi-Wan but doesn’t. Anakin thinks a lot of things, actually, and he’s wrong about most of them. Anakin’s whole world view is turned upside down. Obi-Wan is having the time of his life.

- wicked thing by @imaginaryanon - M - 97k (ongoing)

There are rumours of yet another Sith Lord hiding among the Separatists. The Council sends Anakin to investigate. Anakin has a bad feeling about this. or, the story of how Anakin exists in a perpetual state of intense embarrassment, Kenobi is enjoying it a little too much, and everything is, generally speaking, a gigantic mess.

Bail/Obi-wan/Breha fics

- And Yet, I Love You Still by @punsbulletsandpointythings - T - 7k

At 25, Obi-Wan Kenobi met Breha Organa, and fell in love. At 34, Obi-Wan Kenobi met Bail Organa, and fell in love again.

- untinam by @spookykingdomstarlight - G - 2k

“I shouldn’t,” Obi-Wan said, body going rigid at her side. That wasn’t her intention, but she didn’t take the question back. She didn’t contradict him either. “The senator has only just returned. You two should—”

“He missed you, Obi-Wan,” she said, matching him for vehemence. In this, she would fight him. I’ve missed you, she thought, even though you’ve been here all along. “He would be disappointed if you didn’t put in an appearance.”

- As The Thunder Rolls by @the-dragongirl - G - 4k

Breha Organa must face the new reality of the Galactic Empire, both as the Queen of Alderaan, and as a woman. Fortunately, she does not have to face it alone.

Gen fics????

Ghosts of 66 series by dogmatix & @norcumi (because this is Star Wars and whats that without some Pain and Suffering)

Order 66 had thousands of loyal soldiers turning on their commanding officers and shooting them down. A collection of stories about some of these clones and their Jedi, and how death can often be a matter of perspective.

- Legacy by @deadcatwithaflamethrower - M - 18k

“Maul was my pride, my greatest accomplishment aside from the political games that have wrought me control over the Republic. Why should I take a second apprentice, Obi-Wan Kenobi? Why would you be worth my time?”

“Because I fucking hate you.”

- How Jedi Mourn series by @punsbulletsandpointythings (again, the suffering and pain)

They don’t. Until they can’t help it.

Rogue One fics (because i haven’t actually organised my shit so. i don’t got much for this yet???)

They Have Taken Photographs of Our Footprints in the Dust by @dharmaavocado - T - 4k

"Did you know I’m worth a quarter herd of bantha?”

At Jyn’s sharp inhale, Baze said, without opening his eyes, “My husband is an unrepentant liar. He is barely worth one sick bantha, much less a healthy quarter herd.”

In which Chirrut and Baze have spent more than half their lives together, and Chirrut likes to spin stories of how they were married.

climb, climb by @peradii - N/A - 1k

K-2SO: the droid with existential anxiety and a smart mouth.

Star Wars The Force Awakens fics

the beloved body, compass, polestar by @santiagoinbflat - T - 6k

Poe knows his place in the Resistance, in the galaxy at large–or, at least he thought he did.

But that was before Jakku. That was before Finn.

- tell me about the big bang by @jhholtzmann - M - 37k

There is a part of him that says: you are not human.

- falling, falling by @piyo-13 - T - 9k

Poe makes it out of the First Order’s clutches in one piece, which in and of itself is nothing short of a miracle. Or, well, he says ‘one piece’, but it’s hard to place physical value on mental capacities and anyways, he’s got other things to worry about than dealing with the aftermath of psychic Force-torture.

Such as that cute ex-Stormtrooper who saved Poe’s life, his droid, and most of his jacket.

Unfortunately (fortunately? He’s not really sure) for Poe, Finn knows what Kylo Ren is capable of, and he’s determined to help.

The Dress

Written for this week’s challenge over at @txf-prompt-box​! Also tagging @fictober​ and @today-in-fic

Prompt:  A FBI charity event

bonus: Skinner’s there!

double bonus: Scully’s dress gets torn

I’d say it’s set in season 7.

Maybe she should have worn something else. She would have, she thinks, if she and Mulder hadn’t just come home from a case the night before. She barely had time to do laundry, let alone go dress shopping. Scully didn’t think it’d be a problem anyway. When Skinner told them, or rather demanded that they attend the FBI charity event, Scully nodded, looked at Mulder, who less than enthusiastically nodded as well, and marked it in their office calendar. She knew she had a dress in the closet that would work just fine. What do you think Skinner will do if this case takes us out of town for longer? Mulder asked with a smirk three days ago, pointing at the big red x in the calendar. But luck wasn’t on his side; the case wrapped yesterday, just in time, and now here she is. Dressed in a black cocktail dress that’s just the tiniest bit too tight. Scully holds in her stomach for a moment. They’ve on the road a lot lately. All that diner food; the fries she keeps stealing off Mulder’s plate and the burgers she pretends not to like but actually loves. That dress used to fit her perfectly. Scully eyes herself, turns around and around, just looking at her reflection. A few years ago the dress would not have fit either. Instead of being too tight, though, it was would have been too loose. This, she decides, is much better. The door bell rings and Scully is surprised that Mulder is indeed on time.

“Scully…” Is all he says. His eyes roam over her body, take a moment here and there to dwell, before they move on. No words are needed. Scully feels herself blush, smile, and for the moment forgets that the dress is too tight.

“You look nice, too, Mulder.” He nods at her, puts his hand on the small of her back, and leads her out. In the car, Mulder is mostly quiet. Scully was fully prepared to listen to his complaints. I don’t want to go, Scully. I want to stay home, Scully. Why do we have to go there, Scully? None of these come out of his mouth. He mentions once that instead of throwing expensive charity events, the FBI could spring for better hotel rooms but that’s it.

The charity event is well underway when they arrive. They watch Skinner, his bald head red and shiny in the spotlight, as he announces that all proceeds will be used to support mental health programs for law enforcement officers. Mulder and Scully dutifully clap along before Mulder goes to get them drinks. By now Scully is used to being Mrs. Spooky and being treated as such. She and Mulder, in the eye of their colleagues, are inseparable. They most likely are, she thinks, as Mulder returns with a white wine spritzer for her. He didn’t even ask what she wanted; he knew. The way everyone is looking at her tonight, though, makes her uncomfortable. Mulder, as so often, seems completely oblivious.

“I am very glad to see you here, agents.” Skinner greets them with a curd nod. As if they ever had a choice.

“We’re happy to be here.” Mulder remarks, his voice dripping sarcasm, and takes a big sip from his drink.

“It’s for a good cause agent Mulder.”

“Sure.”

“Agent Scully, are you all right?” Scully stares at her boss. She is, in fact, not all right. Still, she nods and hopes that her superior can’t tell she’s lying. A wave of nausea hits her as she raises her glass to her mouth.

“Well, have fun you two. I know I said the event was mandatory but I still thought you’d find your way out of it.” Their boss walks off and Mulder turns to her.

“He sounded proud, don’t you think?” He chuckles. “You think we can leave now?”

“We’ve been here five minutes, Mulder.” Her head feels funny. Not as funny as her stomach, though. Her hand shaking slightly, Scully puts down the glass. She could swear everyone is watching her. Sweat breaks out on her forehead as she puts both her hands on the counter in front of them.

“Oh look, there’s agent Johnson. I didn’t know he was married.” Mulder sounds like a regular gossip girl and Scully wonders why he even cares. Her mouth, however, won’t cooperate. She’s cold, she’s warm, she’s nauseated. Her hand reaches for a napkin but her fingers can’t hold on to it. It falls to the ground and Scully doesn’t even think about it as she crouches down to pick it up. She feels rather than hears her dress tear at the side.

“Noooo.” The word is out before she can stop herself. The nausea intensifies and Scully wonders, seriously considers, laying down right here, right now and just close her eyes. Torn dress and all.

“Scully?” His hand is on her shoulder and his face close to hers. Tears spring to her eyes and she doesn’t know why, doesn’t want to think about it; she just wants it to stop.

“Hey, what’s the matter?” His voice is way too soft as he helps her stand up. Scully holds her side, hopes that no one is watching them closely, even if she still feels like hundreds of eyes are only on them.

“My dress.” She says, hoping Mulder can hear her weak voice amidst the turmoil surrounding them. He can. He puts his hand, much larger than hers, over the ripped fabric. His skin comes into contact with hers and its warmth is just right. As he leads her away from the party, and she really doesn’t care where they go right now, she thinks of the last time she felt his skin on hers, his warmth against her. Months ago, their walls down, their emotions high. An innocent peck on turned into full blown kisses. Words and reasoning were swallowed, kissed away. One night. Just one. In the morning, Mulder warm and cozy beside her, fast asleep, Scully got up, got dressed and left. Just like that. They didn’t speak about it, didn’t mention, or even just hinted at it. If she didn’t know better, she’d wonder if it had really happened.

“I’m taking you home.” Mulder, here and now, says. But Scully can’t leave. Her stomach somersaults and her hand shoots up to cover her mouth. She drags Mulder to a restroom, doesn’t care that it’s the ladies room. No one is in there as Scully stumbles into a stall and gets sick. Violently. Mulder is by her side in an instant, his hand on her back, soothing her with words. Her skin is cold where the dress gaps open and she shivers.

“You’re scaring me, Scully.” Mulder’s voice is shaky, quiet against her ear.

“I’m sorry, Mulder.”

“No, no, no. Don’t be sorry,” he kisses her head and lets his lips linger there, “I think we should have you checked out at the hospital. How long have you been feeling sick?”

“I haven’t.” But her mind begins to nag her. She’s been feeling dizzy lately. The other week she was sick a couple of mornings. There’s something she’s not seeing, she can feel it.

“I know we haven't… when we… that night a few months ago. I hope that’s not… I hope you know nothing has changed. If you’re feeling sick, if there’s-” and that’s when it hits her. It hits her like a truckload of bricks. Morning sickness. The tight dress. The nauseating smell of the white wine spritzer.

“Scully?”

“Mulder, I don’t need to go to the hospital. I need a drugstore.”

“What?” She turns to him. She knows she must look horrible; she sees it in his miserable expression he’s wearing. Right now, it doesn’t matter. Even her bad breath doesn’t matter.

“I need a… uhm, I need a pregnancy test.”

“A… pregnancy… test.” His eyes grow bigger with every word. “You mean… we could have? I mean, I presume it was, well, me?” She smiles at him, unable to say anything else right now. They don’t need words, anyway. Mulder takes off his jackets and helps her into it. As they walk out of the restroom, she knows that certain eyes follow them, wonder and gossip. She looks up at Mulder, he glances back at her, and she sees hope and love reflected there. That’s the only thing that matters right now.

No Scars To Your Beautiful (Negan x Plus Size Fem!Reader)


Requested by @mcrmy-for-life-2013 : could you do one where he saves a girl and she becomes one of his wives but she’s extremely self conscious about how she looks because she’s curvy and has tattoos and scars. And all he wants to do is prove to her that he thinks she’s beautiful. And she admits that she’s never had anyone actually make love to her and not just fuck her until they finished. And he shows her how a woman should be treated and she becomes his favorite. Can it be really smutty and fluffy?

A/N: I hope I did your request justice and that you’ll enjoy it. It’s my first time writing with a plus size reader, so I hope I don’t disappoint.

Warnings: Smut, Angst & Fluff, Self-Doubt, Body Confidence, Body Image, Caring & Loving Negan, Explicit Language, Swearing.






For most of your life you’ve been asking yourself the same question.

Who was this monster staring back at you in the mirror?

The various scars from the car accident you’d been in as a teenager was spread across your skin, and you’d been trying to cover them up with tattoos ever since. But one thing you couldn’t cover up how much you even tried was the curves on your body. Other girls had always said how much they envied your curves but you knew it had to be a lie. When all that stared back at you in the mirror was a lump of flesh and fat. When every guy you’d ever been with said you needed to lose weight. And you had tried. Both for them but mostly for yourself. Maybe you could finally be happy if you saw what you wanted to see in the mirror?

A perfect and flawless woman. But despite all of your efforts, the weight was still there. The curves were still there to taunt you every day.

But all of that was in the past. Now, in this post-apocalyptic world, there was no time to worry about the way one looked. And you hadn’t really. Until you met him. When Negan saved you from being eaten by a herd of biters.


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anonymous asked:

Hello! I'll just say I've followed you for Drarry but stayed because everything is absolutely marvelous! Favorite drarry blog hands down so I need to ask, because I haven't found almost any, do you know good AU fics? Preferably lengthy ones. Thank you so much love 💖

Thank you so much!! You’re so sweet :) Here are my favorite AUs- I hope you enjoy them!

Sorted into Different Houses

Leo Inter Serpentes (Aeternum, 516k so far, WIP): It’s a retelling of all the books with Slytherin!Harry. It finally does justice to Slytherin House and all my favorite snakes.

Cunning and Ambition (MinaAndChao, 372k; not complete!): Also a retelling of each book with a Slytherin Harry. It’s a lot of fun, but it was abandoned during the sixth one. 

Sacrifices Arc (Lightning on the Wave, over 2 million words): Harry has a twin brother named Connor. Harry’s sorted into Slytherin, and it follows him throughout his years at Hogwarts, but it’s quite a bit darker than the other two series.  

Slytherin Lovers (Hijja, 5k): After losing their Quidditch game, Draco gets to spank Harry.

Chaos Theory (Tessa Crowley, 103k): Draco is a genius Ravenclaw, and he becomes friends with Harry during their first year at Hogwarts.

Re-sorted into Different Houses

Malfoy Flavor (Vorabiza, 195k): Harry finds out he’s Snape’s son, assumes a new identity, and is re-sorted into Slytherin during his sixth year. It’s such a fun, pro Slytherin fic! 

The Owlery and the Slytherin (writcraft, 11k): Kingsley orders Harry to finish up his NEWTs and get re-sorted into Slytherin to try to help eradicate the pervasive anti-Slytherin bias. 

Golden Age (zeitgeistic, 53k): To promote interhouse unity, McGonagall decides that all seventh and eighth year students will be re-sorted into a different house. Harry and Draco both end up in Hufflepuff, and have to work together to solidify the magical wards. Normally, I really don’t like Draco in any house besides Slytherin, and Hufflepuff is the last one I’d put him in, but somehow, this author makes it work. It’s a fantastic, fun, and interesting read.  

Canon Divergent Hogwarts Era Fics

Secrets (Vorabiza, 411k): This diverges from canon after HBP. It starts with Draco coming to Harry for help sheltering his daughter from the Death Eaters, and from there, they embark on a quest to hunt down the horcruxes and stop Voldemort once and for all. It’s my favorite characterization of Harry and Draco’s relationship in any fic. 

Temptation on the Warfront (alizarincrims0n, 180k): At the start of Harry, Ron, and Hermione’s Horcrux hunt, Remus deposits Draco on the steps of Grimmauld Place, stating that Draco has defected. Although the trio is naturally suspicious of him at first, Harry finds himself hopelessly drawn to him, and Draco ends up joining them on their quest. It’s such a gorgeous, emotional fic, and it has one of the best characterizations of Draco I’ve yet to encounter.

Twist of Fate (OakStone730, 312k): Harry and Draco get together during their fourth year at Hogwarts, but keep their relationship a secret. It doesn’t directly contradict canon; every interaction they have in the books still occurs, there’s just another meaning behind everything (for instance, they’ll stage fights to stave off suspicion, and agree that “Scarhead” means “I love you”). They’re so perfect together, and it will tear out your heart before slowly knitting it back together. 

Abraxan Wings (khalulu, 14.5k): After the Sectumsempra incident, Draco loses the use of his legs. Harry comes to speak to him afterwards, and Dumbledore ends up forcing them to room together. They grow close, and Harry urges Draco to switch sides.

Nonmagical AUs

Worlds Apart (QueenyMidas, 30.5k): Harry and Draco’s characters in World of Warcraft meet, and their initial animosity soon gives way to flirting and sexting. They’re both unaware that the boy on the other side of the screen is their high school rival. The characterizations here are amazing, and their banter gives me life. This is exactly how I like to see them!

To Be Where I’m Going (In the Sunshine of your Love) (theweightofmywords, 19k): After attending rival high schools, Harry and Draco end up at the same college and have to be on the swim team together. They slowly become close, and as their friendship deepens, Harry finds himself falling in love with Draco. After graduation, they go on a road trip across the country, and Harry can’t help hoping for more. It’s beautifully written with such soulful, emotional pining.

Synthetic Bonds (mypetelephant, 116k): Draco is a grad student and Harry is Lucius’ protégée at Malfoy Corporation. To become CEO of the company, Harry has to marry Draco; unfortunately, they absolutely hated each other in school, and are thus not sold on the idea. Luckily, they have incredible chemistry to help keep things interesting as they try to get to know each other better.

Mad Blood Stirring (@provocative-envy, 3k): Harry and Draco are professional hockey players on rival teams who have a penchant for sexting each other, fucking in hotels, and eschewing conversation in favor of sulking or exacting revenge

Black Coffee on a Lonely Night (femme, 22k): After Astoria dies, Draco decides to quit his job as a professional Cricket player and take care of Scorpius. He ends up buying a café (mostly to piss off his dad), and meets Harry, a hot politician who makes him unaccountably flustered. 

Interpreting Draconis (Dacro, 11k): Draco’s been put in charge of his family’s company in the wake of his father’s disappearance. He’s Deaf, and Harry’s hired as his interpreter. 

Catfish (QueenyMidas, 47k): Draco and Harry are hosting MTV’s Catfish. Even though they hated each other in high school, they decide to try to get along for the sake of the show.

The Princess Thief (olimakiella, 31k): The mysterious art thief Draco Malfoy tries to rob the Louvre and escapes persecution. Luckily, bounty hunter Potter is on the case. Most of the characters are Muggles here (except for Harry).

Draco’s Boy (empathic siren, 186k): Harry moves next door to Draco when they’re eight years old. It follows them into adolescence, and shows Harry trying to cope with the Dursleys’ abuse and his struggles in starting a relationship with Draco. 

AUs with Different Universes 

Life Is a Twice Written Scroll (lauren3210, 22.5k): While it initially seems like a traditional eighth year fic, it quickly develops into a rich study of choices and the ripple effects they cause. Draco imagines what would have happened if he had done one thing differently, and is shocked to wake up the next day and find himself living in a world where he had made that particular choice. He explores different realities that hinge on his choices, and finds himself drawn to Harry time and time again. It also has a gorgeous companion piece that explores one of the alternate universes in more depth. 

Oscillate Wildly (Marks, 57k): Harry collapses during his sixth year and wakes up in a hospital, surrounded by Muggle doctors and some familiar names and faces. He’s jolted back into his normal world the next morning, but continues to experience breaks, wherein he’s in a Muggle mental institution and is told that he created the world of wizards and magic as part of an elaborate fantasy. Both worlds feel real to him, and he struggles to decide which life is preferable.

Turn (saras_girl, 307k): Although it starts with Harry being married to Ginny and living an epilogue compliant life, he’s jolted out of this when he suddenly wakes up and is married to Draco. He finds that in this new reality, he sought Draco out after Sectumsempra and apologized, thereby setting a different (and happier) course for himself. 

Early Morning Tease (Seth Rollins) - the reader is home with her boyfriend Seth for the holidays. Seth goes out with his friends for a few drinks, but not before being teased as he leaves. fluff/smut

y'all, this is my first time posting my writing on this blog so let me know what you think.



WARNINGS: language/smut(ish)

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“That’s such BULLSHIT,” Seth yelled from the living room. I rolled my eyes, assuming he was just pissed that he was losing his video game. Every morning Seth ate his breakfast while he played Madden. It was like a tradition in our house. And almost every morning, Seth lost.

I grabbed my mug and made way into the living, finding that my assumptions were true when I saw an angry Seth standing right in front of the TV, thumbs furiously pushing at the buttons on his controller. I plopped myself down onto the couch and brought my knees to my chest, watching him with intrigue. Whenever he got worked up, his back muscles involuntarily tensed and flexed. I like to think it’s the universe’s little gift to me.

About ten minutes passed and Seth had officially lost to the Minnesota Vikings, 24-0, with a defeated and angry, “Fuck!” He turned around and looked me in eyes, smiling softly before climbing over the coffee table so he was standing in front of me. He leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss on the lips, before pulling back and gently kissing my forehead.

“Bet you had no idea was even sitting here, huh?” I asked, playfully poking his face as he sat down next to me, curling up into my side like a child.

“No, I knew,” he said, matter-of-fact.

“Seth there’s no way you knew. You were so engrossed in your video game.”

“You’re wrong. I always know when you’re around me. I have like, spidey senses that only work for you,” he looked up at me for his place on my hip and smirked.

I rolled my eyes at him again, for the second time this morning. “You’re an idiot.”

“But I’m your idiot. That’s the beauty of it,” he sighed into my skin.

I was really thankful for the time we had together at home in Davenport this Christmas. It originally wasn’t looking like we were going to be able to make it home until the 23rd and then in turn have to be back in Tampa by the 27th, but Carrano pulled some strings for us at the very last minute. Now we had about 2 and a half weeks off together. No obligations, no responsibilities (other than Kevin), and no work. Us both being professional wrestlers on the main roster for WWE, it was hard to get time like this. Time where we could lounge on the couch at our home and enjoy each other’s company.

“I’d be so lost without you, babe,” I muttered into my cup.

“Likewise, princess.” He placed a kiss on the outer part of my thigh before sitting up. “Speaking of that actually….” he trailed off, looking sheepish.

I gave him my best stern look, anticipating my annoyance at whatever was going to come out of his mouth in the next 30 seconds. “What did you do?”

He stood up and started backing away from me and into the kitchen, out of my smacking range, but I just picked myself up and followed him. “Okay, baby. You can’t be mad because it’s… i-it’s something you told me to do.” He raised his hands in defense.

I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the kitchen counter. “Take out the trash? Do the dishes? Put your disgusting socks into the washer and not leave them on the bathroom floor?” I questioned, gaining an eye roll from him.

“Okay, not exactly. But I promise that I’ll start getting better about that stuff.” He trailed off, not sure how to read my body language. “Remember how you told me to take time to relax and indulge in the small moments in life?”

I vaguely recalled being wine-drunk a couple nights before and telling him those things. I groaned inwardly. I should’ve known those words would come back and potentially bite me in the ass. I nodded tightly, too annoyed with myself to actually speak.

“Wellllllll,” he began, putting his hands on his hips and looking at me with that stupid, cute ass face that made me agree to anything he wanted. “The guys invited me to go over the lodge today and shoot some pool and drink some beer and I said I’d come.” He backtracked and raised his hands defensively when he saw my eyebrow raise. “I said I could ONLY go if it was alright with you.”

His big, brown bambi eyes pleaded with me and of course, my weak heart couldn’t stand here and say no when he looked so goddamn cute. But that didn’t mean I would let it look like I surrendered too easily.

“Oh? What time were you thinking?”

“Like 10? Only if that’s okay with you, princess,” he smiled nervously at me.

“And you’re going to the Moose Lodge here in town?”

“Yes. Just 10 minutes down the road. Close enough to be home incase of an emergency.”

I pursed my lips and pretended to contemplate before pointing a finger at him, commanding his attention. “I promise not to be a needy, mopey baby when you go hang out with your friends as long as you bring me some fried pickles when you come home.”

A big wide, award-winning smile spread across his face and he came around the kitchen island to envelope me in a warm hug. I squeezed him tightly, breathing in his scent. He felt like home and I loved it.

Seth pulled back just slightly to kiss me on the lips and then again and again. “Thanks, babe. I just didn’t want to leave you hanging while we had the chance to be home together.”

Eye roll count for today: 3.

“Seth, your friends deserve to see you too. They get to see you even less I do,” I smacked his chest playfully and went across the kitchen to get another cup of tea.

“I know, but you’re my number one priority in life,” he replied. I looked over my shoulder to see him staring at me from across the kitchen, adoration in all his features.

“Don’t you forget it, big guy,” I joked.

“With a woman like you, I couldn’t.”

“Good.” I turned in place and stared at his stupid, perfect face. He was too irresistible to not look at whenever I had the chance. We’d been together for 3 years and I still took every opportunity I admire him. I took and sip and suddenly remembered something. “Oh and can you pick up some milk?”

He furrowed his eyebrows at me and turned to open the fridge next to him. He grabbed the milk off the top shelf and held it up. “Yeah?”

I shook my head at the joker standing in front of me. “I meant at the store, Seth.”

He rolled his eyes at me this time and put the milk back where it belonged before closing the fridge and mocking my faux-annoyed pose. “Babe, I assume it weighs the same whether it’s in our fridge or at the store.”

“Seth Rollins, I hate you” I laughed.

He bounded over to me, pulling me into another tight hug. “You’re in love with me,” he muttered into my neck as he kissed his way down.

“Yeah, very true. I’m in love with you,” I whispered. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the closeness. He has just made his way to my t-shirt neckline when his hands snaked up and grabbed my breasts. His head popped up and by the darkening look in his eyes, I knew he was quickly getting turned on.

I smirked and shifted my position against the counter so my bare thigh rubbed against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned and brought his forehead down to touch mine.

“Are you not wearing a bra?” He mustered out between his clenched teeth.

“Nope,” I smiled back, popping the p.

“Why do you do this to me?”

“I thought we could have some fun this morning.” I made sure to bat my eyelashes at him and reach up to kiss his neck and tug at his hair, a few things that I knew would help with his growing arousal.

“Well then,” he said, lifting me up by my ass so I was now sitting on the counter, both legs on either sides of his hips, “we’ll just have to take care of that.”

Seth started kissing at my neck and playing with the waist of my silk pajama shorts. I pushed him away and hopped down form the counter, walking towards the living room. It pained me, but I knew it would pay off to both of our advantage later.

“Babe!” He shouted after me. “What the hell are you doing?”

I grabbed his keys from the bowl on the end table and tossed them to him. He caught them in one swift motion and stared at me incredulously, arms out.

“You gotta go. It’s 9:45 already. You told the boys you’d meet them at 10. You made a promise to be there and you’re not the kind of man to go back on his word,” I smirked.

He looked at the clock and then back at me a few times before sighing deeply. “You don’t play fair,” he moaned before heading towards the door.

“Not in the ring and not in the bed, baby,” I said before picking Kevin up and holding him in my arms. I grabbed one of his little paws and waved it at Seth. “Tell daddy bye-bye, Kev! Say, ‘Mommy’s going to go watch her TV shows without any clothes on while you’re gone.’” I kissed Kevin on the head before turning my attention back to Seth.

He was halfway out the door, turned towards me with lust and desperation displayed in his features. “You’re getting fucked into next week when I get home from the lodge later. I promise, princess.”

“Don’t forget the milk!” I shouted just before he shut the door behind him.

I laughed to myself and walked off to the bedroom. I was desperately looking forward to his return this afternoon.

anonymous asked:

Can you do nalu with 16? Please!

God sorry for taking so long anon!! I had a lot going on this past week and just haven’t had the time but here you go!

And of course, I had to write it for this moment because I hadn’t done it yet, so I hope you enjoy my version of what could have happened in an alternate reality lmao


16. “I’m going to kiss you now.”


Natsu didn’t know what to do.

He had never been good with expressing his emotions, not like Lucy. He was a ‘do now think later’ kind of guy, but he didn’t even know what he wanted to do at the moment.

Well, that’s not totally true. He knew what he wanted to do.

But Lucy was crying and thanking him and he didn’t really get why but at the same time all he wanted was to see her smile and wipe away the tears that were falling down her cheeks and onto his scarf. He looked up at Happy, hoping his friend would know what to do, but he looked just as surprised and confused as Natsu felt. Lucy cried more than he would consider normal, but these tears were different and he could feel the air changing. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing. 

“Lucy…I wanna tell you something too,” he grabbed her by the arms, eyes taking in her tear stained face and how she seemed to be sparkling, hair mussed up from sleeping, and her doe eyes staring up at him in confusion, then to something different, something new.

Wha-wait-” her eyes widened, almost as if she was scared of what she thought he was going to say, and she probably was–he was fucking terrified. 

“I-” he took a deep breath, seeing Happy fly out the window from the corner of his eye and he sent him a silent thank you, “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?” he asked, fighting to keep heat from rising to his cheeks, see hers turn a bright shade of red and her mouth drop open slightly, forming a small ‘o’. 

She didn’t say anything, and for a moment he was afraid he had made a terrible mistake and fuck did he just ruin their friendship? He wanted to take it back, pretend it never happened and-

Lips.

Cracked and wet, but he didn’t care because they were hers, and he felt a jolt run through his body the moment hers met his. He smiled into the kiss at the taste of raspberry vodka that lingered from the night before, mixed with mint when she made him brush her teeth. To him, it was delicious. 

His hands moved to the nape of her neck and waist, pulling her flush against him as he responded to the kiss, lips moving gently against hers, lightly biting her bottom lip. 

She sighed, pulling away from him slowly. He opened his eyes to see hers still closed and a smile on her lips, and he wondered what she was thinking about. 

“C’mon,” he said softly, his hands grabbing her forearms and tugging gently, “let’s go.”

“Where are we going?” she asked, eyes now open but the smile only growing wider. He wiped away some remaining tears from her cheek with his thumb, giving her his best grin. 

“A job of course! Gotta make sure you pay your rent on time!”

The sound of her laugh made his heart fill with even more love for the girl in front of him. He couldn’t help but join her, not quite believing what just happened but much too happy to not celebrate.

Afterall, it’s not every day you get to kiss your soulmate for the first time. 

anonymous asked:

Romantic prinxiety Where Roman and Virgil don't get along but the theater needs another singer for there musical legally blonde ( if you haven't seen it before you can change it I just love that musical ) Virgil does it because he needs his grades up in theatre class. Virgil winds up playing Emmett and Roman plays Elle ( he's the only one who can hit the right notes and they don't care he's a boy ) they have to rehearse the kiss and turns out that they like it more than they thought they would

I love this prompt and it took a while to get enough time to sit down and write this, but I like how it turned out.  My school put on Legally Blonde last year, so I was familiar with it, but still needed a little refresher.  I also changed up the prompt a tad, but hope you enjoy!

Stick to the Script

Fandom: Sanders Sides
Pairing: Prinxiety, platonic Moxiety and Logince
Warnings: physical injury (nothing graphic)

Summary: Someone must’ve said Macbeth because they’re going to need a new Emmett.  Virgil is volunteered for the role and neither he nor Roman are too happy about it.

Tagged: @existental-crises @jordisama @here-to-vent @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @novagalaxy4real @thomas-must-get-to-sleep @emo-space-trash @evanisonfire @lollingtothemax @all-the-fand0mz


The stage was crazy this time of year, it wasn’t quite tech week yet, but the theater was bustling with students learning their lines and dance numbers. Virgil watched from behind a curtain on side stage as Roman and Logan performed their lines.

“Oh, and getting one of Stromwell’s daily quotes right is almost as important as acing the mid-term,” Logan recited.

“But you didn’t hear it from me.” Virgil finished under his breath.

“I still don’t get why you didn’t try out.” Virgil jumped and turned to face Patton, his heart racing. Damn, they really ought to get that kid a cowbell.

“Trust me, you don’t want to see me on stage,” Virgil said, crossing his arms. “I’m better back here as SM where there’s order and no surprises.”

As if on cue, there was a loud crash from the stage followed by a long, agonizing moan.

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softfallshadow  asked:

32 and malec

32. “You could have died.”

“Hey.” It was a simple greeting, one that Magnus had heard that same voice utter a thousand times before, and yet no amount of repetition could change the way his heart warmed at the sound. 

“Hey,” he replied, setting the open jar of boneset root down on his worktable and turning to greet Alec as he ambled into the room. The quick kiss Alec pressed against his lips was like another, softer hello, and he could feel himself relaxing at the touch. “You’re home early,” he commented, still smiling as they parted.

Alec shrugged slightly, lips curving bashfully upward as his hand lingered for a moment on Magnus’s shoulder. “I got a ride.”

“From the Institute?” There were a handful of people in their lives that Magnus considered capable of operating a motor vehicle, and absolutely none of them were Shadowhunters.

“Yeah. Simon was visiting again, and— I’m sorry,” Alec said, brow furrowing as he noticed the bubbling cauldron behind Magnus, the vials and jars of potion ingredients strewn across the table, “I interrupted you while you were working, didn’t I.”

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Okay so @chirpingisflirting said she’s been having a real poopy bday, so I thought I’d take a crack at a nurseydex hc (which became this lame ficlet chimera) for her! Here goes nothing! Literally!

I’d imagine that, early in Nursey and Dex’s relationship (say, four months in?), school starts hittin’ Dex hard; boy’s got assignments up the wazoo, some emergency fees come up and he takes a small job a few days a week at the school bookstore/convenience store, his life’s just a mess. Nursey’s trying to keep his cool and be understanding, but it’s driving him nuts. He hasn’t seen Dex outside of practice in like, a month and a half, and he keeps trying to text him and make the best out of a crappy situation, but Dex tends to fall asleep or get bogged down by a new assignment and just forgets to text back and or it’s been almost a day and it’d feel really awkward to answer now and… yeah. It’s really fucking with Nursey.

He’s been taking it slow with Dex (whom I headcanon as only recently really coming into his sexuality?) since the start, but it feels like he’s the only one who gives a crap sometimes. Nursey reminds himself that’s obviously not true, though, and that Dex is just obscenely busy and just… lays on the supportive texts, or brings extra snacks for Dex after practice/before class. Still, this can only go on for so long.

And it’s driving Dex crazy too, because he’s reading all the texts, and he can see how upset Nursey is every time he splits up with the rest of the team after breakfast to head off to class, and it weighs on his mind when he’s knee-deep in some cs problem. It’s his first real relationship (with a dude?), and he’s crazy for Nursey, but he feels like he’s only giving 30% when Nursey’s constantly giving 100% (which ISN’T TRUE; boy’s running himself ragged, here!).

So he works double time for like a week to give him enough slack to slack off for an evening. It’s Tuesday, and he texts Nursey around lunch to get dressed in something comfy and wait outside the Haus for him after dinner. Nursey’s totally confused and is so… idk? Anxious? What could Dex want to talk about? Can Nursey even take this anymore? Is this fair to him? He almost doesn’t reply or want to show up, but he’s a sucker for Dex, so he puts on a cute li'l sweater over a collared shirt and waits out front.

Dex pulls up ten minutes late (definitely unlike him), and Nursey and him drive off silently.

They pull up to this hill hidden between these real posh houses that overlook Samwell and the surrounding town, minutes pass, and Dex pulls a scrap of paper and a single, haggard looking rose from behind his seat, but he still won’t talk. He just stares down at the things in his hands, and Nursey’s somewhere between concerned and pissed.

“I stopped by the flower shop before they closed and picked this up for you,” Dex starts, hands on the rose he’s now jerking in Nursey’s direction, “but I realized I don’t even know if you like roses, and this is completely fucking cliché, and it got all fucked up because I kept fiddling with it, and- Jesus, Nurse. I’m sorry.”

Nursey just looks up and locks eyes with Dex for the first time all night. Concern is winning out over anger now. He takes the rose, and his eyebrows wrinkle in an almost sad way.

“Shit, Nur- Derek! Derek. Are you okay? I’m so, so–”

“I love it.” Nursey places his hand over Dex’s. Dex just blushes and goes silent again, his eyes returning to the scrap that’s getting closer to becoming, well, scraps.

“I know I’ve been really shitty about, well, us, recently.” Dex is breathing deeper now. “But I know how hard this is for you, and I think about you all the time, and I thought I could balance everything, but I-” Dex shrugs. “I guess I can’t,” he chuckles.

“And I guess I know how much you like poetry and stuff, and- just- I brought you here to tell you…” He stretches out the paper in his now shaking hands, and sucks in a sharp breath. Th- this. Just read this.“ He passes the scrap over to Nursey:

‘You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.’

"Yo, you know plagiarism is probably the least effective way to my heart, right?” Nursey chirps.

“I know that, idiot,” Dex starts. “I- I’m not saying I wrote it. I just-”

“I know, man.” Nursey’s hand tightens around Dex’s.

And then Nursey’s kissing him, and Dex could almost cry for all that he feels he doesn’t deserve it after this past month. They break apart soon, though, and Dex takes the moment to hold Nursey out at arm’s length.

“I'msosorryDerekyoudeservebetterthanthisI'lltryharderforyou,” Dex breathes out.

“Hey, chill. I’m not blind, you know? You’re doin’ everything you can, Will. Just… just let me help you too, y'know? If you’re too busy to leave your damn room, let me come to you. It’ll kill me, but I can catch up on my readings and… not distract you.” He waits a beat for Dex to answer, and when he doesn’t, he continues, “Or I can meet you in between classes and walk you to your next one, or we can call each other… I just miss you.”

Dex’s eyes start darting here and there, like he’s looking for something in Nursey’s, and he finally answers: “Yeah. Yeah, I’d like that.” He’s sniffling now. “Let me do better.”

And with that, Dex leans in to kiss the smile sprouting on Nursey’s lips.

(And then vehicular cuddles. A lot of them. To the point where Nursey has to drive them back because Dex is half-asleep.)

anonymous asked:

Um I'm sorry to just pop up but I'm not fully understanding what's happening and I haven't been able to piece things together. If someone could explain it that would help me a lot. I only know one of the mods was severely harassed. I want to apologize for this on behalf of the rood people. From Newby Anon

LONG POST WARNING
Read the full thing if you want to be caught up on the harassment situation

https://critical-mods.tumblr.com/tagged/chidiscourse/page/2
https://critical-mods.tumblr.com/tagged/chidiscourse

One of our ex-mods, @chimoruki​, was starting to get harassed about her sexuality.
We were deleting most of the asks because we didnt want that on our blog, however they wouldnt let up. We began to block them, however, they were either finding ways around it or sending backup- because no matter how many people we blocked they kept coming back.

Eventually, they started targeting her boyfriend, @pisceshori​, was being dragged into it.
They were telling her he didnt love her, that he was lying to her, etc. When Pisces denied all of these and defended her, they began to harass him, too.  Their harassment soon evolved into slurs, and after that, death threats. Pisces was getting fed up with it and messaged the dev..
Only to get a response that basically blamed Chimoruki for it. The most noteworthy part of the response implying this was: “If your girlfriend didnt want to get fleas, she shouldn’t of laid down with dogs.”

Pisces continued trying to convince the Dev to mention it- Explaining numerous times that:
-Chimoruki wasnt a part of the blog criticing Dev. 
-Chimoruki was only here to organize the blog posts and tags.  
-Chimoruki defended dev/yansim plenty times and wasnt a “hater” as the dev kept acting like she was.

However, despite Pisces explaining this nearly three times or more, the dev didnt appear to be reading Pisces’s messages at all(admitting later on the reddit that he skimmed through them and just copy-pasted his replies over and over) and Pisces was starting to get fed up with it. However, before Pisces could step down with the “He doesnt care, I guess we have to put up with it” mindset(by the way, good job for that one, Dev. thats on you. they both genuinely thought you’d rather see them die than help them.) someone posted our situation to the reddit. And on top of this, Kiwifarms/PULL found our situation as well due to the reddit.
https://www.reddit.com/r/yandere_simulator/comments/71oh9t/this_fandom_needs_to_have_a_serious_discussion/

There was a bit of arguments on there, however most seemed angry about what the dev did. Eventually, Dev replied, but his first response wasn’t exactly denouncing the bulling.. and he suddenly changed from “Its Chimorukis fault” to “Its the blogs fault” despite Pisces never actually implying that in their messages, either. 
https://www.reddit.com/r/yandere_simulator/comments/71oh9t/this_fandom_needs_to_have_a_serious_discussion/dndc4bf/?utm_content=permalink&utm_medium=front&utm_source=reddit&utm_name=yandere_simulator

The dev argued with people numerous times about this despite being told god knows how many times that Chimoruki was not at fault for what was happening to Dev or herself. The dev, suspiciously, also seemed to think Chimoruki was an 11 year old. God knows how old he thought Pisces was despite being aware they were dating… but anyway; The dev thought Chimoruki was an 11 YEAR OLD CHILD and still refused to help her despite her showing numerous red flags for what could later be a suicide. On top of this, the dev assumed Chimoruki made our blog…. despite it saying right in the faq to read our mod pages… and right on Gemi’s mod page, surprise, it says she’s the blog creator, and it said Chimoruki was a side-mod/extra mod. 

The dev further compared himself to Solid Snake(which was pretty ridiculous if you ask me. He’s a game developer, not some anime character with 3 different character arcs) and even compared our blog to vandalism. The dev argued that he was the victim and not Chimoruki for three days straight before Gemi finally stepped in. Gemi explained everything as calmly as she could, in as much detail as she could, and this seems to of finally gotten through to him.

However, so far, he’s apologized to Gemi, and only Gemi, and has only had her post his replies to her. The dev has not contacted Chimoruki about this and its evident by now that Pisces isnt active on anything anymore(which on its own should be a red flag) and by now we’ve gotten so many anons pretending to be dev to slander him that people are getting surprised theres not another “Clearing up Misunderstandings” by now. One of our recent ones even made it sound like the dev was dying. Cant wait to see how Dev responds to that one.

Sure, the dev cant control his fans- but he can influence them.
And honestly? He needs to tell his fanbase to calm the fuck down. If Chimoruki or Pisces get hurt, everyone’s going to look right at Dev.

💓Muura💓

anonymous asked:

Could you do Ereri & either 59, 93, or 98? Whichever you like more or haven't had requested already. I love your writing by the way! You're an amazing author!

Thank you anon :3 These are all very dramatic prompts. I’d try all three but 59 and 93 are kind of contradictory.

93. “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore.” 

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Eren watched the sun go down, and told himself he wasn’t enchanted. Probably. This was how they get you, he’d been told. They make you pine, they mesmerise you.

They drink you dry and you thank them for it even as you become a husk of your former self. Yeah. He’d read all the pamphlets, and none of it seemed right. He couldn’t do this any more; he was becoming a husk of himself anyway, so he might as well go.

As soon as he’d made the decision he hurried to shower, get changed, brush his hair. There was no rush. After Dark stayed open most of the night. Eren didn’t like thinking about what happened after it closed.

It was still rush hour, and the streets were crowded when he entered the tea shop for the first time in weeks. Just the smell of it brought a smile to his face, even as his heart thudded uncomfortably in his chest. There were lots of humans here this early, and he queued up.

Levi did not look pale and interesting, he looked pale and tired. He didn’t wear a velvet suit or a long cloak, he wore an apron and his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows, and when he saw Eren standing in line he smiled, and it wasn’t a predatory grin. It was relief. Eren felt awful.

Eren ordered a pot of tea, and reclaimed his usual seat by the window. He’d wait for the rush, and watch Levi work in the meantime, trying to work out if he was enchanted or if he just liked tea or if he just. Liked. Levi.

The rush dwindled. Humans went home for dinner. The others would trickle in later, after work, after feeding, after dancing, after whatever it was they did.

“Haven’t seen you for a while,” Levi said, and Eren smiled and pushed the other chair out a little in invitation. “Been busy? Well, I hope.”

“Yeah, I’m well.” Couldn’t he tell? “I just.” Eren wrapped his fingers around the teacup, warm as he knew Levi’s fingers were cold. Levi had missed him. Of course he had. “I tried, but I just can’t stay away from you anymore. Did you enchant me?”

Levi recoiled, frowning. “You know I don’t do that shit.” He ran his hand through his hair, and Eren realised he’d offended him.

“I’m sorry.”

“How do you feel?” Levi asked.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Uh, miserable? Like I’ve fucked up?”

“There you are, not enchanted,” he smiled faintly. “If you were you’d be floating on cloud nine just because I’m talking to you.”

“Oh,” Eren sighed with relief. Not enchanted. That meant he just, uh, just fucking confessed, and Levi could probably hear the blood rushing to his face.

The bell rang over the door and Levi got to his feet to get back to work. “You’re cute, Eren. I’ll see you later.”

“Now I’m totally enchanted,” Eren said, grinning at him, and he knew Levi’s disapproving frown was feigned.

He couldn’t stay up until After Dark closed without wrecking his sleep schedule, but Levi let him in past the counter, and he curled up on the couch in his living area and napped until cold fingers against his cheek woke him up.

“You need to go home. Do you want me to walk you?” Dawn was a couple of hours off. Maybe he’d messed up his sleep schedule anyway. Eren sighed, thinking about other mornings like this, the quiet walk home, the sense of disappointment when Levi bid him farewell with a nod.

He sat up, rubbing at his eyes, and Levi sat beside him, so his earlier faux pas was clearly forgiven. Levi still looked tired. He’d never met a vampire so, so human, and Eren opened his mouth before he could think about the words.

“What’s it like being bitten? I want to try it.”

Levi opened his mouth, and shut it, and Eren realised he’d flustered a vampire. Amazing. “It’s like sex,” Levi muttered, looking away. “That’s why you don’t just ask for it out of nowhere like that.”

“What am I supposed to do then?” Eren asked, leaning forward, delightedly pushing his luck. “Cause now I really want to try it.”