i laughed at some of these for a really long time

The Arrangement  (pt 8)

The next few weeks were truly the happiest you had been in a long, long time. You were falling more in love with Jimin as each day passed by and he never hesitated to tell you that he too felt the same. 

You two were practically inseperable. He would even come surprise you at work for lunch every now and then and he loved the way your face lit up when he walked through your office door with lunch in hand. 

One day, you heard a knock on your door a few minutes before lunch and you smiled, guessing it was your loving husband. But to your surprise, it was your father and another male behind him who you recognized as Taehyung, one of Jimin’s best friends.

“Appa, hi!” you squealed as you got out of your chair and practically ran to hug your father. 

“Hi Y/N” he chuckles. 

“Hello Taehyung!” you say to Taehyung as he flashes you a smile. “Both of you, come sit!”

After sitting down on the couches in your office, you suddenly wonder why Taehyung was there in the first place. You had seen him a few times after the wedding and Jimin had told you that he was one of his closest friends, but you didn’t really know much else about Taehyung, other than the fact that his family was also into a similar business.

“Y/N, you’re probably wondering why I’ve brough Taehyung here today” your father says as you nod your head. “Our companies will be starting a new project this week. I’ve sent the details to your email just recently but I would like if you could take this project on in my place dear. Taehyung’s father would like for him to lead the project as well” he said.

“Oh, I think I just opened up that email. Don’t worry appa, whatever project it is, I’m sure me and Taehyung can handle it” you say confidently. This wasn’t the first time your father had thrown a project out of the blue for you, but you loved the challenge and always exceeded his expectations. He was confident in handing over the entire business to you.

“Yes sir, like Y/N said, I’m confident that we can succeed in this project. This will be great for both our companies” Taehyung said.

“I’m really glad to hear it, kids. We’re leaving this entire thing to you both, so need to get our approval for anything, ok? With that said, Y/N, Taehyung will be temporarily working here in this building with some of his staff for the duration of this project. However long it takes for you finish.” your father said.

“Oh of course, that will make things easier! We have more than enough space for you, Taehyung” you say with a warm smile.

“Thank you for having us!” Taehyung said.


When Jimin found out that you and Tae were going to be working on a new project at work, he was happy. Two very important in his life were getting the chance to know eachother. He was trying to figure out a way to get you and his friends to hang out more and maybe even get introduced to your friends, but there wasn’t really much time. Plus, he wanted you all to himself.

Unfortunately though, this project was just extra work for both you and Tae on top of the work you normally had, so you spent more and more time at work. Jimin would often come home to an empty house which would remain empty for a few hours. You would walk in, tired from a long day and he missed spending time with you. 

You too had missed coming home on time and spending time with Jimin. He woud still surprise you with lunch every now and then, but Taehyung was also there too. But things were going really well you thought. You were having fun with this project and Taehyung was fun to work with. He told you lots of stories about Jimin and that always put a smile on your face. And you thought you relationship with Jimin was getting stronger despite not seeing eachother as much. You even celebrated your first anniversary together. One year ago, you would have disregarded this day and cursed it. But your anniversary now actually meant something to the both of you. 


One Saturday morning, you woke up to an empty bed. Usually you woke up in Jimins arms, but he was no where to be seen. You quickly got out of bed to head to the bathroom, but you suddenly felt dizzy and had to steady yourself. You thought nothing of it and freshened up in the bathroom before heading out to find you husband. You had walked out of your shared room only to find Jimin cooking away in the kitchen. 

You stood there, just watching him as he stuggled to make whatever it was he was trying to make. Jimin looked up to find you with a big smile on your face. “Morning wifey! I’m making us breakfast! Did I wake you? I’m sorry. I’m not entirely done, but look I finished the stew!” he said as he walked to the table which was mostly set. You walked closer and to be honest, you were quite impressed. 

Jimin opened the lid to the stew and that’s when it all hit you at once. The smell from all the food overwhelmed you and you threw your hands to cover your mouth as you ran to the bathroom. Jimin got scared when he saw you run out of the kitchen. Was the food that bad? He ran after you seconds later and he found you on the bathroom floor, throwing up into the toilet. He held your hair up and he felt so bad. He didn’t mean for you to throw up. He even tried the food and he thought it tasted somewhat decent. “Sweetheart I’m so sorry, I didn’t think the food was that bad” he said.

Despite leaning over the toilet, you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was being. You knew it wasn’t because of the food. “Sweets, can you please hand me my phone?” you say, as you flush the toilet, feeling somewhat better. Jimin runs out and returns a few seconds later with a water bottle and phone in hand. You immediately open up your period tracker and to your surprise you’re…almost 3 weeks late. You were surprised to say the least. You had just been so busy these last few weeks that you didn’t even realize. 

Jimin peaks over your shoulder and soon, he too registers what you were looking at. He immediately opened one of the bathroom drawers and shoves a box of pregnancy tests into your hands.

“What the hell? Where’d you get these from?” you ask in disbelief.

“I just figured we would need it at some point in the future so I picked it up a few weeks ago. Thats not important though, just do it already!” he says, excitedly. He walks out of the bathroom and closes the door behind him. “I’ll be right outside Y/N! Take your time” he says. 

Jimins mind started to race. You two had been married for about a little over a year now, and he really just liked the way his life was right now. Did you both even have time for a kid? But at the same time, the thought of having mini you’s or mini hims around the house, his heart swelled. As for you, you knew you always wanted to be a mother. You loved kids and have wanted one for youself when the time came. But was this the time? You and Jimin had discussed having kids, but for the future. Although you felt like it was soon, you couldn’t help but tear up when you thought about holding a baby of your own in your arms. 

Jimin paced around the bathroom door for what felt like hours. He was practically shaking from anticipation. He ran his hands through his hair nervously and tried to take deep breaths to calm himself down. As he paced, he heard the door open behind him. He had never turned around so quickly in his life. He looked at you wide eyed, trying to find the answer in your eyes. You eyes were slightly glazed and he noticed you had not one, but three tests in your hands. 

“I’m…I’m pregnant” you say as a tear falls from your eyes and you smile. Jimin just stares at you for a moment, letting your announcement sink in. And once it does, he practically runs to you and pulls you into a tight hug as he spins you around. 

You both are laughing and giggling and crying all at once. He places you down and kisses you tenderly. “Y/N, you have no idea how happy I am right now” he says. 

“So, we’re doing this? We’re going to be parents?” you ask, smiling through the tears. 

“We’re going to be parents” he confirms, as he kisses you again


A few weeks after you took the test, you also confirmed it with a doctor and she set your mind at ease when she said the baby seemed healthy so far. Soon after, you and Jimin went to the store and bough 2 pairs of baby shoes and gifted them to your parents, who were more than happy that they all practically cried. 

However, the media had found out about your little trip to the store and soon picture were leaked with you and baby shoes in hand. You had no choice but to confirm the news and urged the media to give you your space for the duration of the pregnancy. Soon, it seemed like the whole country was congratulating you. 


You walked into work the following Monday when a bouqet of flowers was quite literally shoved into your face as you entered your office. You grabbed onto the flowers and peaked behind them to see Taehyung behind them. 

“CONGRATS Y/N!” he practically yells.

“oh my gosh, tae you scared me! Thank you, these are gorgeous” you say as you look at the flowers. Over the course of the project, you and Taehyung had got quite close and even resorted to nicknames.

“How far along are you? Is it a boy or girl? I’m the godfather right? of course I am.” he said, excitedly. “omg is it kicking already?”

“Kim Taehyung, I’m going to need you to calm down a little. I’m only about 2 months in. The baby is probably the size of a peanut and so no, I don’t know whether or not it’s a boy or girl. And we can talk godfather much, much later” you say as you walk to your desk. You don’t have to see him to know that he’s frowning. 

“But Tae, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something” you say as he sits down as well. “Jimin’s birthday is coming up and I wanted to plan a surprise party for him. Do you think you can help me coordinate things?” you ask. 

You had wanted to do something nice for your husband for his birthday since you couldn’t do anything for his last birthday. You had already found his gift, but you needed help with the party details. 

“Of course I’ll help. He’s my best friend!” he exclaims. 

So instead of work that day, you and taehyung sit and plan for a party two months away. 


Jimin knew something was going on. He noticed how you would fumble around, closing your browser when he was nearby. How you would hide your phone and eventually changed the passcode. But he knew who the texts were from. 

He noticed when sometimes you and taehyung would skip lunch to go do “business”. He noticed the secret glances you two shared whenever Taehyung was invited over. 

On one day that you claimed to be working late, Jimin was incredibly bored. He had invited Yoongi over to a local bar, but he ended up getting there early. The bar was one that he had frequented over the years. Jimin honestly just wanted to spend some time with you. Hell, he was just worried that you were over working yourself. And with the baby on the way? You should be working less!

As he drowned in his thoughts, he felt an arm slide up his back. It sent a shiver down his spine and he turned the face a unfortunate familiar face. “Jiah, what are you doing here?” he says, not even smiling. 

“oh come on minnie, we would come here often when we dated. I like this place too, you know” she said with a smirk on her face as she sat on in the seat next to you. 

“what do you want Jiah” Jimin said as he tried not to roll his eyes at his ex.

“Nothing. I’m just enjoying my evening” she said. “Shouldn’t you be spending time with the mom-to-be?” she asked, dryly. “oh wait, she’s out spending time with your best friend. Taehyung, was it?” she asked.

“How’d you know?” Jimin asks, suddenly annoyed.

“Those two frequent the mall I work at. They’re there at least once or twice a week. Oh…you didn’t know? Don’t tell me she’s out with him now? Oh right, this marriage was arranged right? It’s not like she’s obligated to love you, she’s free to love who she pleases. She has such a big smile around Taehyung. You know, that means you’re obligated to love whoever you want as well, Jimin” she says as she runs a finger along the outline of his face before she gets up and leaves. 

Yoongi walks in right at that moment, watching as Jiah walks out of the bar. “Hey, was that who I think it was? What the hell was she doing here? Did she sprout more nonsense?” Yoongi asks Jimin, sitting on the same seat that Jiah had just occupied. 

“What? no, she was just saying hi” Jimin said, not reallly paying attention. Because it had happened. The seed of doubt had been planted. 


The days turned into weeks and that seed of doubt was growing at full speed. Hell, it was practically a forest at this point. Jimin had started to increasingly doubt you, but you failed to notice. You were either busy with work, planning the party, or doctors appointments. 

Jimin wanted to believe you. He wanted so much to believe that you wouldn’t cheat on him. But literally everything seemd to prove that you were. He can’t remember the last time you two shared any physical affection and it seemed like you didn’t even care. The only time you put out for him was during your doctors appointments. 

So when you had suggested meeting for dinner at his favorite restaurant for his birthday, he agreed in a flash. He thought that maybe this dryspell would end and you two could go back to being normal. 

He had picked you up directly from work as per your orders and soon enough, you were sitting at one of the restaurants. He missed having alone time with you like this. 

“Happy Birthday, baby” you cooed as the waiter left after taking your order. It was crazy how much you could make his heart race with just those simple words. 

“Thank you, Y/N. Where’s my gift?” he asked, jokingly. You had blushed and stuttered a little. “It’s actually at home! I thought we could open it together later?” you asked. 

“Of course baby. You know you didn’t have to get me anything right?” he said with a warm smile. 

“I don’t care, I think you’ll really like it” you say. “Just try to gu-” you started, but were interrupted with a text. You grab your phone and as you read the text, you smile. You quickly type a reply and place the phone back on the table, smile still plastered on your face.

And just like that, the evening continued. Throughout dinner, your phone would buzz with texts and you always answered, even if you were interrupting Jimin in the middle of a conversation. You knew it was rude, but Taehyung was currently at home with some other people decorating the house and he kept asking you questions. You couldnt’ help but smile when thinking about how surprised Jimin was going to be. 

After you finished eating, you excused yourself to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind. Jimin was growing increasingly frustrated with you as you seemed to always be on your phone. Your phone buzzed again and Jimin wanted to take your phone and chuck it across the restaurant. Who the hell was texting you so much? He grabbed your phone and your phone lit up to the home screen.

Taehyung: Don’t worry Y/N, he won’t find out our secret


The car ride back home was very silent. The second you returned back to the table, you noticed the change in mood from Jimin. You were extremely uncomfortable with the silence and you wanted to lift his mood before his surprise party. As you pulled into your neighborhood, you gently placed your hands on Jimin’s hands that was on his lap and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Sweets, are you ok?” you ask, finally breaking the silence. 

But much to your surprise, he pushes your hand off. You were hurt to say the least. By now, Jimin had pulled into your garage. “Jimin.. “ you started.

“Just save it” he all but sneers at you. 

“Jimin.. what’s wrong?” you ask, extremely worried.

“JUST SHUT UP Y/N” he yells at you and you are genuinely scared. You shudder in fear. 

“B-Baby, what is it” you try again after a few moments. 

“I know about you and Taehyung” he says, moments later, anger clearly laced in his tone. 

“What?” you ask, confused. 

“Oh cut the act Y/N, I’m not stupid. Of all people to cheat on me with, it had to be with my best friend?” he says with venom in his voice. If looks could kill, you would be dead at the moment. 

“Baby, I think you’re misunderstanding something. I’m not cheating on you sweets” you say with a small smile, finally realizing why he was so upset. You try to grab his hand again but he pulls his hands away. 

“Don’t even pretend, you slut” he says, silentely, but loud enough for you to hear. You feel your heart start to crack.

“Jimin, calm down. I’m telling you the truth. And watch your words Jimin, don’t say something you will regret.” you warn.

“Regret? The only thing I regret is marrying you” he says. 

“Jim-” you try again but he interrupts you with one final blow. 

“Is the child even mine, Y/n?” 


A/N: OKAY SO i’ve been mia for like months now and I’m so incredibly sorry. Here is part 8. 
Please request for part 9~ AND PLS give me feedback!

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Old Times | Who Killed Markiplier

Request: None :)

Synopsis: The reader is asked to come after Mark is killed and has an unfortunate run in with someone they once loved.

Warnings: murder (*thunder noise*), blood, mentions of madness, possessiveness, obsession, spoilers for Who Killed Markiplier: The Final Chapter

A/N: Don’t judge me. Who Killed Markiplier fucked me up my dudes. Also this is my first post since remodeling the blog!

Originally posted by nsfwilfie

Originally posted by lum1natrix

You were unable to attend the party that night. Too much work, as usual. But when you received a call the morning after from Benjamin telling you that Mark was dead, you forgot all about work and got there as fast as you could.

It was hard to imagine, really. A dear childhood friend of yours was murdered and nobody knew how or why. You and Mark had been close at one point, not as close as you and Damien nor him and Celine, but close enough. You shared some great memories with him and now he was just…gone. It really makes you think about the fragility of human life, doesn’t it?

And just to make matters worse, you got another call from Benjamin saying that the body was missing, leaving you to wonder how you lose a corpse.

The manor was the same as always when you arrived, but also so…different. It looked the same of course but it also seemed to look darker, it felt darker. Like you were too late.

Too late? Too late for what exactly? It’s not like anything else happened. Benjamin would have told you, wouldn’t he? Later you supposed you probably shouldn’t have ignored the feeling that something had gone wrong.

You caught sight of the Colonel wandering outside, laughing to himself.

“Colonel?” You said as you approached him carefully.

He looked up in surprise at the sound of your voice. “Y/N?” He laughed again. “Were you in on this too? Oh, you guys really put some work into this, didn’t you?”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Work into what? Colonel, you’re not making any sense.”

He continued to laugh. “You and Damien. Always up to something.”

“Damien.” He could help sort things out for you. And maybe put some sense back into the Colonel. “Wait, Colonel, where is Damien?”

He started to stumble away laughing again.

“Colonel?” You tried to catch his attention again. “Colonel!”

He was gone, perhaps too far gone. You invited yourself inside, needing answers and needing them now.

Inside was even worse than the outside. There was a pool of blood in the sitting room and if you looked up, a man-the detective, you noticed-was lying dead on the floor. Benjamin and Chef were nowhere to be found.

There was a broken mirror in the foyer. The cracks stretched outward like a spider’s web. A strange light was emitting from it. You could hear static as you got closer.

You raised your hand to touch it-

“Y/N?”

Your hand dropped. “Damien!”

You spun around to hug him and he tensed at the contact, which was odd for him. He grabbed your shoulders and held you at arms length. You gasped at his appearance. His skin was a pale grey, there were dark bags under his eyes, and his normally well-groomed hair fell forward into his face.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?”

Your ears started ringing.

“Benjamin told me that Mark was dead. He asked me to come…. Damien, what is going on?”

His hands curled into fists beside him as he sighed. He gestured to the small bench behind you. “Sit.”

You did.

“I can’t explain everything-not now-but Mark isn’t dead technically. He’s walking around in my body and-“ He breathed for a moment to contain his anger. “I stole this one. But I swear I will get my body back.” His voice took a darker tone. “And no one is getting in my way this time.”

You groaned. “You’re not making any sense either! First the Colonel and now you!” You stood with a huff. “I want real answers, Damien! Where is Benjamin and Chef and Celine? Who killed the Detective? What the hell is going on with the Colonel? More importantly, what the hell is going on with you?!”

“Y/N, you couldn’t possibly understand!”

This…this was not your Damien. This was not the man you once knew. This was not the same man that you laughed with, cried with, loved with…. He would never treat you like this.

“Damien…Damien, this is madness. I-I can’t. I’m going to take the Colonel to a doctor. I’m going to fix this.”

You turned towards the door. A hand wrapped painfully tight around your bicep.

“No.” Damien said sternly.

“Let me go, Damien.”

“No, you are staying here. With me.”

“Damien, the Colonel is sick. God damn it, you’re sick! You both need help!”

He grabbed your shoulders, shaking you slightly, his eyes manic. “No, Y/N, I’m going to get it back. I’m going to get my body back and we can be together again.” He brushed your hair behind your ear. “It’ll be just like old times.”

“No, Damien, no.” You struggled in his grip. “We can’t have that. Not now. Not like this.”

“I am not letting you get away this time.” He held you against his chest, rocking you back and forth, and burying his face in your hair. “I lost you once. I am not losing you again.”

He tilted his head down, his lips nearly touching your ear. “Darling, we are going to be together…”

“Forever.”

Where is the fic where Sonny takes time off from SVU and goes on Master Chef and charms the fucking world? Because, “Oh, I’m just a fourth-generation Italian boy from Staten Island who learned to cook from my grandmother.”

Viewers: “Ah, yes. One of you again. There’s always one of you.”

Sonny: “Yeah, so in my day job, I’m an NYPD detective who works in sex crimes, and I go home at night and cook to help me process what I do, you know? Like, it’s violent and awful but victims of sex violence deserve so much more than what we do for them, so I go home and cook and feed my family and my friends to help me remember I do my best to do good in the world.”

Viewers: “…okay, we’re listening.”

So, Sonny sort of just does his thing the first few weeks, working hard and being nice and there’s some conversation amongst viewers that he might not have the needed hard streak to win, and then the challenge is cinnamon rolls, and Sonny’s confessional is just him being gleeful. “Oh, this is great! I make these all the time with my goddaughter, and my niece, and my boss’s son and my co-worker’s grandson, and they’re basically my nephews. I mean, they calls me Uncle Sonny, so I consider them my nephews.”

Viewers: “If he doesn’t win this, we riot.”

Sonny wins it. Instant memes about a cinnamon roll who makes perfect cinnamon rolls. 

It’s Sonny’s first win, which means it’s also Sonny’s first immunity, which means it’s ALSO time for people to find out Sonny is a ball of sunshine but will also cut a bitch who is being mean. 

There are, as required by reality show law, three Dedicated Assholes ™ that early in the season. Sonny does his very best to set them all up to fail. Gordon asks why. 

“Because there’s a difference between using asshole tendencies as needed to get results and just being an asshole.” 

Viewers: “Holy shit. What just happened.”

All three Dedicated Assholes ™ make it through the pressure test. They all threaten to ruin Sonny in their confessionals. Sonny shrugs it off. “You can be a good cook and an asshole.” 

Instant meme #2.

So, Sonny goes along, being so nice and sweet and kind, but also his sarcasm starts peeking through some more because now producers are shifting the story line as Sonny continues to impress. One of the Dedicated Assholes ™ tries to shit talk Sonny’s wardrobe. 

“You dress like we’re supposed to be impressed by you.” 

Sonny’s spent the whole competition in work clothes, save his suit jacket His sleeves are always rolled up. His vests are buttoned. Every tie he wears was a gift from Rafael. His hair is always styled. He dresses this way because it’s so often how he cooks, and it helps him stay relaxed. 

“I dress like I cook,” Sonny replies. “And if you’re jealous I can pull this off, you should see my partner. Master of the power contrast.”

(When that conversation airs, Rollins spits her wine halfway across the couch and soaks Fin in Chardonnay. Olivia just laughs as she watches with Noah, and Rafael pauses Hulu to make out with Sonny for ten minutes.)

Viewers: “Wait. Partner? Like, his cop partner, or is he with someone?”

And sometime halfway through the season as Sonny is talking to another contestant, he drops that coming to Master Chef has been super great because it’s cleared his head and let him really think about his options.

“You think you’ll stop being a detective?”

“Yeah, maybe not right away, but in a couple of years. I think it’s time to shift gears.”

“Would you cook?”

“No. I mean, I’m doing this because I love it, but I still want to be a prosecutor.”

“Like, doesn’t that require law school?”

“Oh, yeah, but that’s done. I passed the bar years ago.”

Viewers: “WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED.”

Dedicated Asshole #2 ™ becomes the last standing Dedicated Asshole and tries to mock Sonny’s achievements. “God, it must be so hard to live your life and have a law degree then just get to wander over here and be on Master Chef.” 

“It must be so hard to taste what you’re cooking when your mouth is so full of shit.” 

Internet Meme #3.

And, like, throughout the whole thing, Sonny’s talking about his family and his partner, and there contiues to be confusion because “cop partner or partner-partner?”

And then Rafael Barba, in his very best peacocking suit and tie and socks and suspenders and shoes and pocket square, shows up for the family challenge and walks out from the back, and Sonny RUNS to him and kisses him into next week. 

VIEWERS: “Okay, so partner-partner.” 

For the challenge, Sonny makes an Italian-Cuban-Southern fusion that has Gordon worried he’s going to die, Christina amused because what the hell, and Aaron is just ready to get in there because it smells amazing. 

Sonny wins the challenge, and Gordon looks up at Rafael and says, “He really makes this at home?”

“About twice a month. He’s got to feed the work wife.” 

Which is how everyone finds out that Sonny’s cop-partner is his best friend and he’s godfather to her daughter, and she’s Southern. 

VIEWERS: “OH COME ON.” 

They show some personal moments after the challenge, and the internet explodes because Sonny and Rafael are so into each other it’s disgusting, and what starts out as a simple catching up turns into a heated argument about a Fifth Circuit decision that just got handed down, and someone actually gifs the whole thing and tags it #relationshipgoals.

So, Sonny makes the final (natch), and producers fly in Rafael and Sonny’s parents, and Sonny absolutely brings his A-game, but he doesn’t win. One of the others just barely surpasses him (as generally happens in the final), and in the final shot of Sonny on the show, he’s beaming and saying about a thousand nice things about the winner, and he’s got Rafael tight against one side and his parents against the other, and his mom is holding up a picture of all the other Carisis, and Rafael’s holding up a “Hi, SVU!” sign (because they don’t want to put the squad on national television).

A few years down the line, Master Chef runs a “where are they now” segment for past winners and finalists. Sonny’s a prosecutor and he’s still constantly cooking, and he’s just all smiles and happiness and surrounded by people, and the internet remembers he exists and explodes all over again.

Castaway {ACOTAR/Chapter 2}

Word Count: 2,281

Summary:  A modern-day University AU, from the A Court of Thorns and Roses universe. All characters belong to Sarah J. Maas. The idea for this fanfic hailed from prompts sent in by Anonymous, and @queen-archeron. You can read previous chapters here.

Author’s Note: Chapter 3 is when shit starts getting real, so I hope you enjoy the path to feels. Let me know what you think. :)


Originally posted by beeerponglife


September 3 – The Day I Wore Heels

My paintbrushes look good in the vase Elain bought me. She probably meant for me to put flowers in them, but I guess that’s where we differ in taste.

My roommates are nice, I guess. Well, the blonde one is, anyway. Her name is Mor, and she changes her clothes at least fifteen times a day. Her make up is always immaculate, she never has a hair out of place, and I swear she wakes up that way. She keeps giving me strange looks, though.

They both do.

I’m not sure why.

I’ve racked my brain a thousand times of what I’ve done to offend them. I keep going back to Tamlin. They reacted strange when they found out we were dating. I didn’t ask, though. I can’t decide if I didn’t ask because I didn’t care to know why, or because I was too scared to know why.

What if he and Mor dated? I can’t see him dating someone like Amren.

Mother help the person who ends up with that one.

Maybe I’ll ask Tamlin tonight. He invited me to a party. I guess I finally get a chance to wear the heels Elain bought me for my birthday last year.

Once again, shoes are where we differ in taste.

 

Love,

The Lamb in the Lion’s Den


Feyre had never been to a college party before. Hell, she’d never been to a high school party, either, but that wasn’t the point. The point was, she was dressed in her only dress – a hip hugging, black, long-sleeved dress that reached only to her mid-thigh – and she was walking around campus, from her dormitory to the Beta Theta Pi fraternity house.

It didn’t take her long to find, considering music was blasting from its lawn and a banner with the frat’s name painted across it hung from its roof.

“Feyre!”

Feyre knew that voice. She turned to find him running toward her, his golden hair hanging limply in his eyes. “Hey.”

“You made it just in time,” he assured her.

“In time for what?” she glanced around, but it didn’t look like anything too exciting was about to take place.

“In time to see me before I have to make my rounds.”

Tamlin was the president of Beta Theta Pi, and he took his role very seriously. Feyre, to her disappointment, had not seen a lot of him since she moved to campus the day before.

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some people i really love

i know, i know, its @siilhouette again?! well akte is really amazing to i have ramble about her. but honestly she is such a queen at everything? I mean what a pure bean. Its honestly not fair. She’s so pretty, she makes me laugh, she makes me cry (on the inside so its fine) so basically i love her and she’s been here basically since day one ♥

@riice wow umm look how talented chloe is? sdk;fjsakldj her lookbooks, her edits, her eVeRyThInG not to mention she and her doggos are absolutely adorable. I’m so glad that we got to talk i guess? I’m secretly envious of her blog and all her talent but really, im glad that we got to kind of know each other? I sometimes actually cry at how everyone is so talented its actually nerve-wrecking. but yeah, you’re a cool bean ♥

@roseelement bella!! aksldjlksa please stop making such pretty cupcakes they are amazing and now i crave cupcakes. but your makeup?? wcif your talent?? You’re fun to talk to and i have a problem with the eyebrows you introduced to me, i need to s-stop using them. And you tell me to answer your messages but i swear i dont have a problem its not like i have 40 unanswered ones or anything but you keep me on my toes and i dont even want to think about how many things i would have not answered if it weren’t for you. It was fun to get to know you over the past few days :) keep being too overly talented and too photogenic ♥

 @littlemissnellie oh gosh eleanor i feel like we really really need to catch up. but like me gush about you real quick first. excuse me?? no. eleanor you don’t get to have all the story writing talent here. leave some of us some!! but (im using a ton of buts) the daleys are so cute and your characters are so well developed and i feel so lucky to have a cool british friend like you. I feel bad for not answering for a couple of days, i honestly hoard so many messages but i promise! we’ll have a cup of tea and catch up! i miss talking to you and i hope you’re doing good. keeping being an amazing writer. love you ♥

@sundaessims  nyquil, i was honestly so close to putting @ nyquil until i remembered that you were sundaessims and i really love our 2:00 am talks (we sleep i promise) Quinlin, you are a funny, adorable and are chats are grrrrrreat fun ;). I would love to get to know you better and remember we’re going to get a teaching degree thing and teach kids how to spell, so mark the date. You’ve been sticking with me for a long time to woo!! thank you and keep being adorable ♥

@apricoto asdkfjklsadj look at this amazing, i have no words to describe her, phenomenal, just ??? how, wonderful bean :) christy is just w-what? how does she do that? she is so talented. her dRawInGs, her eDits, her CC, etc. She is one big ray of sunshine and im so glad we got to talk. I wish her the best with school right now and I hope she won’t be too stressed. Again, christy please keep being a bright ray of sunshine because you make everyone’s day better by dropping by at their inbox.

@katsimsthings wowza. guys, meet my favourite lens flare enthusiast. kat is an amazing storyteller. her blog is just beautiful, lavender is like uh she blinds me with how strong and amazing how she is. I wish her lots and lots of happiness. I can’t wait for the dRamA happening in gen.6. I’m so ready. Just thinking about all the writing gives me a headache but you and all the amazing storytellers mange it? with school or work but you’re a cool dude kat ♥

people/blogs that inspire me to write, edit, build, make cc, ect. they are all around wonderful and i love them no matter what. thank you.

@sandy-sims // @tiredtoothache // @sammyshuno ( even though you’re not storytelling anymore, thank you for writing such amazing things to read. I hope you’ll have tons of fun w/gameplay!!) @smubuh// @sondescent // @wild-pixel// @simsy-baby// @soleilsim// @keeksim// @cat-nerd-sims// @astralpixels // @starryllamas // @simstellation( for some reason when i think jills, i also think tills and hills. so umm you taylah @montysims and haley @yesdarlingsims are now known as jills, tills and hills in my head. i hope thats okay// @felicitum// @simsluname// @blarffy// @ridgeport// @daisiescreek // @tea-sims// @peonypyxels @ everyone i follow :)

blogs that i want to talk/have talked to to but im awkward ah

@little-callia-bean// @jalayniesims// @simtavia// @smolacesimmer// @spoopy-diesel-sims// @asterllum// @frootimoody// @simfluence// @dust-bubbles// @atksims @. basically everyone

but even if you weren’t mentioned, which i might add on when i go “askl;d i cant believe i forgot at 3 am in bed” i love each and every one of you. take care of yourself, dont stress, take breaks when you need it. you are loved ♥

and dont be afraid to msg me or whatever! i love to chat :)

Consolation Prize

Originally posted by hockeyontrend

Author’s Note: I’d like to apologize to anyone who thought I was a nice, innocent person before this.

Warnings: This is basically a Leafs gangbang/orgy? So smut, swearing, all the usual (but magnified about 1000x).

“Come on, lazy lump. I made you breakfast in bed.” Morgan opened his eyes, glaring groggily at your cheery face beside his bed. ‘Waffles and bacon and eggs, your favorite.”

He just rolled over, covering his head with the comforter. It had been a few days since the Leafs had been knocked out of the playoffs, and Morgan took the loss exceptionally hard. Apart from his exit interviews and cleanout day, he had barely left your bed, spending hours staring at the ceiling and berating himself.

“Morgan, I know you’re upset. So am I. But you promised Jake and the boys that you’d do this with them, you might as well eat some breakfast before that. And when you come back, we can do anything you want for the rest of the day. I’m not going to let you waste away in a puddle of self-pity and misery.”

“Anything?”

You nodded enthusiastically. “Yup, anything.”

“10 more minutes to sleep?”

You winced. “Okay, anything but that. You have to be at the rink in an hour and, frankly, food’s getting cold.” Morgan, Jake, and a few of their teammates had decided to go for one last spin around the ice at the ACC before going their separate ways for the offseason. Right now, however, Morgan really regretted saying yes to his extremely persistent friend.

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Queen’s Gambit - Chapter One

Welcome Lord John 


Modern AU- Lord John is an Investigative Journalist, his best friend Claire Beauchamp is in her last year of medical school and while lost in the woods, she meets an unusual Scotsman


This Fic was posted on AO3 in June- it’s not a “newly” started fic– though it is “new” to my tumblr  - I am just moving it over here so everything is in both places. Just as an FYI I doubt I will update this until after S3 is done and there are three chapters that I will be posting now. 


Chapter 1- Welcome, Lord John

“There you are, about goddamn bloody time!”

With a hearty cry of joy, Claire leaped into her best friend’s arms and was promptly swung around in circles until both of them were too dizzy to continue.

“The drive did take forever.” His beautiful blue eyes smiled down at her and he kissed her lips briefly.”But knowing your gorgeous face was waiting for me made it well worth it.”

“I warned you.” She said moving away from him, but holding his shoulders still.

“Yes, you did, now Claire, make yourself useful grab that box, turns out my flat is on the top floor and the elevator is out.”

“Aye, aye, LJ!” Claire gave a little solute and started the tedious business of unpacking and moving John into his new flat.

By the end of the week, John was reasonably well fettled for his new assignment and had already started making inroads with the locals. He resolved to take the weekend off, starting tonight.

There was something soothing about following the twisting cobblestoned streets as he made his way to the pub. The rain falling, as it invariably did here. 

Yet he couldn’t wait to get out a explore the surrounding countryside. What was it about Scotland that was so different from other places? He wasn’t sure.

John often spent several weeks each year living outside London, chasing the complexities of the stories that had earned him several awards for investigative journalism.

His ability to adapt and blend seamlessly into his surroundings was essential in his line of work. As were his international contacts. Thanks in large measure to his prominent family, he had been provided entree to the upper echelons of society where most reporters were anathema.

It helped that John was fairly well known. In his circles, everyone loved gossip and covering the infamous missteps of the rich and entitled gave him a certain cache. He wasn’t troubled by it –he knew how much that set enjoyed dining out on the scandals of friends and lovers thus ensuring his continued welcome at society functions of all kinds.

Currently, he was working on a book about trafficking in stolen art and antiquities. In conjunction with this project, he picked up a contract for a feature in Vanity Fair, which would serve as a feeder piece for the book.

John had come to Edinburgh because it seemed to be at the intersection of several of the disparate pieces of the trail he had been following. If his hunches were right, the information he was uncovering would lead to an explosive expose regarding some of the best known dealers and the families they catered to.

It didn’t hurt that Claire Beauchamp was here, at least for the next few months. John knew she would be posting out for some god forsaken backwater in the fall. But he had her excellent company for the summer and he intended on enjoying her while he had her.

John pushed his way into the pub, shaking off the water that clung to his coat and looked around. The pub was noisy and crowded, but he had no trouble finding her, surrounded as she was by a raucous group commandeering the two central tables. He tapped her left shoulder and dove in for a kiss on her right cheek.

“Well, you are certainly not one of the Braw ‘n Bonnie!” Exclaimed a blonde woman sitting next to Claire. She wore a tight fitting navy blue wrap dress, red fuck-me pumps and had the greenest eyes John had ever seen.

She slammed her hand on the table to get Claire to focus back on her, “Oy! Introduce me to tall, light and handsome.” Claire laughed and did her duty.

“Geillis, meet John, John, this is Geillis Duncan, she’s an old classmate from Uni and works as an interior decorator. Geillie, LJ is certainly not of the Braw ‘n Bonnie Brotherhood but he is the oldest and dearest of my friends. We grew up together in London. John’s a writer.”

“LJ?” Gelly’s eyes sparked as John engulfed her small hands in his.

“Oh, pardon me, I forgot to add it’s John….Lord John. LJ for short.” Claire did her best (or worst, depending on your point of view) Bond voice-over and laughed at John’s grimace.

“Braw ‘n Bonnies?” John’s eyebrows wiggled in inquiry; hoping to move off of the subject of his irrelevant (to him) title.

“Them!” Geilie said as she gestured toward a wall of broad shouldered men clearly having a great time at the bar as John spun to follow her fingers.

“Once you’ve been here a couple of weeks you’ll notice it, too.” Geillis leaned in a whispered conspiratorially. “It’s like a secret society. They all know one another, trace their connections through ancient clan systems. To a man over six foot tall, drink hard and live harder.” She sighed, resting her hand on his forearm. “Sometimes, if you’re lucky you get a line of them in kilts, looking so braw and bonnie.” She sighed. “I begin to understand the appeal of the upskirt.” 

Her look of naughty speculation made John laugh.

“Are you based in Edinburgh?” She really was quite good looking, he thought, watching Geillis as her eyes darted about the room.

“No, I do love visiting, though. I’m normally based in London but my company, White Roses Interiors, takes on projects all over. Europe, America, as far East as Russia. I’ve several projects in the Highlands just now. Edinburgh is a fairly good central location between them. And I haven’t seen Claire in ages so I’m enjoying my time here.” Geillis looked fondly at Claire who was laughing at something a companion across the table was saying.

The evening progressed pretty much as expected from there. Claire had a large circle of friends and acquaintances who stopped by in a seeming endless stream. He got to know several of them, enjoying himself.

Geillis had left with another chap John quite liked, Joe Abernathy– an American no less.

While Geillis was a flirt, he suspected that was her default mode and it wasn’t personal.

Geillis and Joe had joined a new fitness craze called Quest for Life that paired people in teams to hike all over the place using the tool of a scavenger hunt hooked to an app and ranking various participants each week based on their speed in finding all the items. They left early citing their early start the following morning.

At first, John held up steadily, matching Claire shot for shot, but he knew well enough when to stop. In fact, they’d been here long enough that he was just beginning to sober up a bit; he’d forgotten Claire’s impressive tolerance.

She became more animated with drink and guys, as usual, flocked. It had been this way since he met her in the lunchroom at their primary school.

She’d sit in the cafeteria, unwrapping one of the creative sandwiches her Uncle Lamb had packed - fluff and bologna was his personal favorite.

Her large whiskey eyes watchful, waiting. Sure enough, a boy would wander by and try his hand at flirting with her. Next thing the poor boy knew, he’d have given up his perfectly edible ham and cheese or tuna in exchange for the Lamb Lunch Of Mystery.

He smiled as he watched her now. She was his best friend. Even after John left for boarding school, they still met whenever he was home, curling up in his parents’ parlor or Lamb’s cozy kitchen. Maybe because she had been raised by a single man who never dated, she never made any issue of John’s sexuality.

At a time when same-sex dating was still verboden, Claire, upon opening the car door to find his lips locked on Joel Matthews, had simply shrugged, asked Joel to scootch over a bit and what movie they were seeing that night. He’d kissed plenty of boys since then. So had Claire, he was sure. One of them had been him.

If pressed, he’d say he was bisexual but his interests had waxed and waned through most of his adolescence, with some phases where he preferred one gender to the exclusion of the other. Truth be told, Claire had been the first girl he had ever kissed; though not the last.

Despite their youth at the time, they were wise enough not to risk losing their friendship over any physical attraction that might lie between them.

John shook himself back to the present when Claire reached a hand over to him.

“How are you really, my dear?” He asked.

“Oh, you know,” she said but looked away.

John leaned her into the crook of his arm, kissed her forehead, offering her the simple comfort of his touch.

It had been close to six months since he’d last seen her, a quick weekend in London last time she’d been down. He thought it might have been to pick up the last of her things from storage, putting an end to the remnants of her past life with Frank Randall, but he did not ask.

She’d still been a bit of a train wreck, then; and he could see that while she said the right things, smiled in the right places, her heart had yet to stitch itself back together since her breakup with Frank a year ago.

John had been in London with her then, as well. Claire had come down for the memorial service for John’s stepfather. She’d gotten the shock of her life walking in on her fiance with one of his colleagues entwined and naked in bed.

Frank had gotten the dates of Sir George’s service mixed up and thought it was the following week. When she rushed into the church, alone, pale as a ghost, rigid with shock, he guessed what had transpired.

John hadn’t been a fan of Frank’s wandering eye but in the three years she had been dating Frank, John never had any proof so he never told what he suspected. In that moment he dearly wished he had forewarned her.

He felt especially guilty because he’d also been responsible for introducing her to Frank in the first place- a bitter regret on his part. Frank Randall was a rival reporter. He lacked John’s connections but made up for that by focusing his work on linking current events with historical antecedents.

He was quite good, a unique voice in their line of work. John had never forgiven him for beating him to the punch by scooping him on a forgery of historical documents story he’d spent the better part of a year developing. The bastard had also beaten him to the presses with a book covering the same topic.

John’s phone buzzed, Hal checking in. He must remember to run Geillis’s name by Hal. John shot him a quick response and then did a double take. Good Lord! Was that the time? He needed to get Cinderella home before she turned into a pumpkin.

“Claire, love.” He said into her hair.

“Mmmh?” her eyes glanced trying to focus on him. He guessed she’d had more to drink than he realized.

“We’d best be going. We have that scavenger hunt in the morning.” He and Claire had let Joe and Geillis talk them into joining The Quest tomorrow.

For John’s part he generally tended to say yes when invited to something new as one

never knew where his next story might be found. He was, however, surprised that

Claire had said yes as well.

“Oh? Oh, yes of course.” she said and rose, grabbing her coat and John’s hand in a familiar and practiced swoop.

“Well, Claire, I have to admire your fortitude. I lost count after five shots.” John pulled her in close to him, throwing his arm about her shoulder as he walked her home. Her flat was a couple of blocks from his own.

John tended to act drunk when he was drunk whereas Claire hid it better than anyone he’d ever met. There was some irony in that as well, since sober, her every thought was telegraphed on her face. It was nice, the quiet, even in the rain they were both happy just to be with one another.

“So no one special?” he asked directly.

If tonight was any indication, she had yet to get over Frank. He hated to think that that spineless worm had stolen her self-confidence.

Claire shook her head, blushing slightly, feeling a vague sense of having disappointed him- both in falling for someone like Frank and then in not getting over the experience better.

John squeezed the held hand and kept his thoughts to himself.

John walked her to her room grabbed her phone, set the alarm and reminded her he would meet her for breakfast before they were loaded on the bus for the scavenger hunt.

“Why am I doing this again?” She quirked her eyebrow up at him.

“This was your idea,“ he reminded her.

“My idea?” she asked incredulous.

“You said something about how I should try and embrace the outdoors in this beautiful country and see as much of it as possible?”

“Oh, well, so I did– that was a good idea. But how come I have to go?”

“Because I told you that I wanted your company while you were still around and besides you wanted to encourage me to get more exercise.” He teased, knowing that he was far more in shape than she.

“I must be a great friend.” she observed. John enveloped her in a warm hug and kissed her cheek.

“You are, my dear, the best.” John said sincerely and took his leave of her, promising to meet her in the morning with coffee and muffin in hand.

a dumb idea i had a while back, that i came back to thanks to this post

pls forgive me it’s very silly it’s basically just jaal getting really emotional about ryder sending nudes


Rafael Octavius Ryder would surely be the death of him.

When Jaal’s omnitool chimes quietly the first time, he’s too busy to check, entirely engrossed in reassembling a Kett rifle he’d taken apart the previous evening. It was good mental exercise, to try and remember where all the parts went after a day or so of absence. To try and figure out what he couldn’t remember based on the shape and size and orientation of the pieces. Like a puzzle that had the potential to explode if put together wrong. Jaal supposes puzzle might be a bit more exciting were that the case.

His omnitool chimes again, goes silent for a moment, then chimes a third time.

He puts down the soldering tool he was using and taps absently on the message. It’s an image file from Ryder, and he opens it without looking up.

When he does look up, he almost drops the laser tool he’s been using, and a humming beam just barely misses severing the tip of his index finger

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im so happy w my art improvement though like… im looking back at previous art, both on and off of this blog, and its just super weird to see the contrast between new and old. im still far from perfect, and i have a lot i need to improve upon, but im p. pleased with myself for sticking with something for as long as i have, and its super gratifying to be able to see the results 

i dont have any good comparisons (since ive never redrawn anything / have similar pictures), but look under the cut if you want to see some old -> new progression from my first digital drawing ‘til now >:O

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SECRET SESSIONS LONDON - MY STORY💕

13/10/17 (aka THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFE)

okay so where do I begin…WOW.
okay so… on Monday October 3rd at 10:25pm, I was sitting on my phone in my room listening to holy ground and I was on twitter and BOOM. “TAYLOR NATION SENT YOU A DIRECT MESSAGE” I STARTED SHAKING AND CRYING WHEN I READ THE CONFIDENTIAL MESSAGE I WAS SO CONFUSED BECAUSE THEY DONT EVEN FOLLOW ME (yes I’m still trying to work out technology ok) AND I FLIPPED OUT AND I RAN INTO MY MOMS ROOM SOBBING AND I TRIPPED OVER THE HOOVER BUT ITS OKAY. MY MOM WAS SAYING ALL SORTS OF THINGS LIKE SOMEONE MAY HAVE HACKED INTO TAYLOR NATIONS ACCOUNT (?????? idk). Anyway I died and my mind was a mess and I couldn’t control myself at all, I had knew what it usually meant when people got these messages and I explained everything to my mom ( she is genuinely worst-case-scenario-Christine ) and she started crying with happiness for me. THAT DAY WILL ALWAYS BE REMEMBERED.

The next day October 4th at 5:27pm, I was (trying) to study when BOOM. I RECEIVED THE CALL. Ali phoned and told me about a special secret event on Friday the 13th of October and I was shaking so so much and could barely even talk but she was honestly the nicest ever (I noticed she said “wonderful” about a million times and I’m now so in love with that word). Side note: My mom still wasn’t really convinced this wasn’t a set up to get me kid napped but SHE FINALLY CALMED DOWN A LITTLE AND MEANWHILE I WAS SHAKING, CRYING AND BASICALLY DEAD.

Okay so then it was the waiting game…the days DRAGGED in as I found out a whole 10 DAYS before the event and I saw Taylor lurk people on tumblr/Instagram AND she liked the post about me and my best friend Eve. PEOPLE WERE ALSO TALKING ABOUT WHAT COULD HAPPEN ON THE 13TH AND I WAS JUST SITTING THERE LIKE HELP ME WHATS GON HAPPEN.

Fast forward to Friday…so because I live in Glasgow I had to fly to London… I COULDNT SLEEP AT ALL AND I ONLY GOT 4 HOURS SLEEP LOL BECAUSE I GOT UP AT 4AM. We went to the airport and I was genuinely so nervous and excited about what could possibly be happening. We then got a bus and then a tube and wandered about Covent Garden and EVERYTHING kept reminding me of Taylor. We then got a tube and another bus ( NUMBER 13 ) to our hotel. I got really stressed out because I opened up my case and there was makeup spilt on my dress BUT MY MOM CAME TO THE RESCUE AND FIXED IT FOR ME. I curled my hair and fixed myself up then I went to out to the secret meeting point and recognized so many people from tumblr/twitter etc and it was SO surreal. ALSO A FEW PEOPLE CAME UP TO ME AND WERE LIKE OMG ABBIE I KNOW YOU AND THAT MADE ME FEEL SO SO SPECIAL SO I LOVE YOU FOR THAT IF THAT WAS YOU. We checked in and got really cool wristbands saying United Kingdom (IN THE REPUTATION FONT) I WAS ALREADY DEAD.

We went to drop off our bags and me and I met 2 beautiful, amazing girls called Emma ( @taylorsmusic ) and Flora ( @spoookyswift ) and we were FREAKING OUT TOGETHER. We just couldn’t comprehend that we could potentially meet our idol. We talked about everything and I genuinely think I have 2 new best friends for life. I LOVE YOU GUYS. We were on the last bus to leave so we waited foreverrrr and my nerves were building up so much and I was FULL ON ALL OVER SHOOK.

Everyone on the bus was SO EXCITED and we were all dying together. It was such a combination of nerves and excitement like I can’t even describe it. So we FINALLY arrived at our secret destination and were escorted to the entrance to be searched etc (there was a big box of socks for some reason and it made us laugh so just thought I’d add that in and also a few half finished smart water bottles👀).

Okay so then we went through to TAYLORS HOUSE. It was beautiful and there was so much food laid out and I had a REPUTATION COOKIE and CUSTOMIZED REPUTATION M&MS and CHICKEN TENDERS. Taylors playlist of the songs she loves was playing in the background and we were LOVING LIFE. (Side note: my mom loved the olives you put out taylor so thanks for that) So basically me, Emma and Flora were chilling together (we were not chill at all tho) and everything was fine THEN Flora goes “oh my god, that’s Scott” AND IM LIKE WTF AND WE ALL LOOK OVER AND DIE LIKE WHAT WAS HAPPENING BEFORE OUR VERY EYES THE KING OF GUITAR PICS WAS HERE. We went and spoke to more amazing people and life was good…THEN TREE COMES THROUGH AND IM LIKE WHATATSTSS THATS A LEGEND THEN NOT LONG AFTER THAT WE SEE ANDREA AND WE ALL DIED. I CRIED WHEN I SEEN ANDREA IDK WHY IT JUST GOT TOO MUCH AND SHES MY QUEEN. IT GENUINELY FELT LIKE A DREAM LIKE SURELY THIS WAS NOT REAL.

Finally, after a while, we went through to THE LIVING ROOM. YES. A CHAIR. A SPEAKER. WE ALL KNEW WHAT THIS WAS. ME, EMMA AND FLORA HAD A LITTLE SUPPORT NETWORK GOING ON BECAUSE WE WERE ALL HOLDING HANDS BECAUSE WE WERE NOT PREPARED AT ALL. I cried - yeah she wasn’t even here yet and I cried. So anyway THEN I’m like I can’t even do this and my heart is beating abnormally fast. And that’s when she appeared…

I COULDNT BELIEVE MY EYES. MY ANGEL. MY EVERYTHING. GENUINELY LIKE A METER AWAY. NO WAY. Okay so then I SOBBED even more and I was uncontrollable (I finally did calm down but omg it was so hard I couldn’t stop crying) - thank you Emma and Flora for helping me LOL. Side note: her hair was so curly and pretty and she wore this camo dress thing and SNAKE BOOOOOOTS and a snake ring and yeah I was like GO GURLLL. IN THAT MOMENT I DIED IT WAS ACTUALLY HAPPENING.

On to the album, obviously you guys understand I can’t say much at all BUT REPUTATION IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM BY FARRRRR. Like it’s genuinely so different but so genius - it’s incredible. She’s so talented and you can tell she’s worked so super hard for it and I can tell she’s happier than ever through the way she talks and she just seems so content with life and it makes me so proud and happy of how far she’s came. It’s so emotionally complex and THE LYRICS (she’s a genius okay). But there was one song that made me full on SOB and everyone in that room felt something…ANYWAY Taylor herself, during the whole of the session, she was so funny and she’s just so genuine…it was unreal. UNREAL. Some highlights that stand out to me include when during one of the songs she looked right at me for about 20 seconds or so and we just danced and smiled at each other. IVE NEVER FELT SO LOVED IN MY LIFE. To say I’m proud of her for this album is an understatement.

okay so then….IT WAS MEET AND GREET TIME. We were all sitting reading the magazines and talking to each other and it was adorable and even though I was a nervous wreck, everyone was so nice and amazing towards me. When it was time for the picture I was at the waiting point I can’t tell you how I felt. It was indescribable. I seen the 2 girls before me hug Taylor goodbye and it was my turn. I ran up to her and hugged her so hard and she looked at me and went “ITS ABBIE ISNT IT?” AND I WAS NODDING AND I WAS LIKE YEAH ITS ME and she was like “NO WAY I CHOSE YOU LIKE A YEAH AGO LIKE SOOOO LONG AGO” and I was like NO WAY and then I was like “THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR EVERYTHING YOUVE HELPED ME THROUGH, YOU’VE HONESTLY GOT ME THROUGH SO MUCH” and she was listening so intently and she smiled at me and hugged me and we held hands for a few seconds which was BEAUTIFUL and she was like “you are SO beautiful like SO beautiful and you are SO funny like you’re posts are hilarious” and I started shaking and I told her she was like a big sister to me and then we got a really cute huggy picture and then we got one with my mom which was cute and THEN (THIS WAS THE FUNNIEST MOMENT) the camera guy said to my mom “do you want a pic alone with her” and my mom was like “oh it’s okay I’m just her mom” and TAYLOR WAS LIKE" OH WELL THANKS" IT WAS SO FUNNY. THEN I told her I loved her and she was like I LOVE YOU BUDDY and I gave her one final hug before I left which was MAGICAL (I swear we hugged about 27468273 times).

As soon as I left the room, I BURST INTO TEARS I COULDN’T BELIEVE I HAD JUST MET MY IDOL AFTER LIKE 6 YEARS OF LOVING HER AND FANGIRLING OVER HER. My mom went to talk to mama swift and she said to her “thank you so much for making a beautiful, amazing role model for my daughter” and mama swift was like AWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH THEN MY MOM GAVE HER A HUG AND THEN I GAVE HER A HUGE HUG AND MAMA SWIFT WAS LIKE THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING HER AND DOING THE CRAZY THINGS SHE MAKES YOU DO AND I CRIED MORE.

WE THEN WENT TO GET OUR MERCH AND GET ON THE BUS AND I WAS GENUINELY STARSTRUCK AND ME AND EMMA JUST KEPT LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND BEING LIKE DID THAT REALLY JUST HAPPEN?!?!?!

Taylor,
Thank you so so so much for inviting me to your London Secret Session - it was an HONOR to be there. I can’t believe I was given such a beautiful, amazing opportunity and I meant everything I said to you in there and it truly came from the heart. I love you so much and I can’t wait to hopefully see you on tour. You mean the world to me and I can’t wait to hear reputation again and DIE ANOTHER MILLION DEATHS.
I love you so much girl.

Abbie x @taylorswift

I know a lot of people are upset that we didn’t get to see Dean carry Cas’s body into the house—and don’t get me wrong, I wanted to see it too; but can you imagine them actually trying to film that scene? It would’ve been impossible!



Attempt 1:

“Okay—just jump up here” Jensen says, squatting down some and holding out his arms.

“No way!” Misha yelps instantly, backing up a few paces.

“Why not?”

“You’re gonna drop me!”

“I won’t drop you!” Jensen scoffs, opening his arms wider now and motioning for Misha to move.

“Hell no! As soon as I jump, you’ll drop me.”

“I’ve carried you before, man. Did I drop you then?”

“That was for photos and shit—two seconds tops. This is a whole scene!” Misha argues, putting his hands on his hips.

“C’mon, guys! Are we doing this or what?” Phil calls out from somewhere behind the monitors.

“Yep!” Jensen answers quickly and then motions to Misha again—this time, with an urgent look on his face.

Misha rolls his eyes but eventually moves in closer, bracing one hand on Jensen’s shoulder before throwing his own body into the air.

Jensen grunts.

They both immediately tumble to the ground.


Attempt 2:

“Dude—why are your arms around my neck?”

“I don’t want to fall again!” Misha whines, looking warily towards the gravel as Jensen scoots along.

Jensen breathes out a strained laugh at that . “Yeah, but you’re supposed to be dead. This is kinda killing the illusion.”

“I don’t think so” Misha mutters, obviously choosing to be difficult now.

“Seriously, dude? I can’t carry dead-Cas inside, bridal-style!” Jensen huffs, shifting his arms a little to try and keep Misha’s weight in the air.

“Why not? You carrying me to my death bed is pretty much the same as you carrying me to the marriage bed … especially on this show.”

Jensen quickly drops Misha again.


Attempt 3:

Jensen is out of breath—and his back is hurting like a mother fucker, but he hunkers down to lift Misha up once more.

And this time—Misha slumps his body backwards and completely relaxes his muscles, which nearly breaks Jensen in two.

Oof! God—damn!” Jensen grunts, trying desperately to step forward across the dirt and grass. “It’s like—ugh—carrying a—agh—a sack of wet leather!”

Misha slits one eye open and smirks at his costar. “You’re so sweet, Dean. This is why I fell for you in the first place.”

He’s prepared to be dropped this time, and he laughs as he rolls out of Jensen’s arms.

“What’s goin’ on, guys?” Phil yells out across the clearing.

“Nothin’!” Jensen wheezes, bending his body over his knees as he tries to catch his breath. “Just—just need a minute!”

A second later, Jared is bounding up to them. “Hey, y’all okay?”

Misha chuckles and goes over to pat Jensen on the back. “Yeah—someone just needs to spend more time lifting weights.”

Jensen immediately sneers up at the other man. “And someone else needs to lay off the pizza!”

“How about I be the one to carry him in?” Jared says suddenly—loud enough for Phil to hear it too.

“We could try that” Phil says, sounding frustrated and just eager to get this scene over with.

“What?” Misha yelps. “No way! No, no, no, no, no! No way Jared is carrying me!”

“Wha—why?” Jared asks, feigning some puppy dog innocence that is damn near Oscar worthy.

“You know exactly why!” Misha insists, taking several steps backwards to be out of the moose’s long reach. “Phil! You can’t be serious! Jared is just going to throw me in the lake if we do it this way!”

Jared’s face bursts into a giant grin, and his eyes sparkle like a Disney character whose wish just came true. “The lake! I didn’t even think of that!”

Misha groans loudly, and Jensen is laughing– all while Phil is angrily rubbing his temples behind the monitor.


Attempt 4:

“Are we ready yet?”

“One more sec, Phil!” Misha answers, turning back to look at Jared and Jensen with a face of warning.

“How about we both carry him in?” Jared suggests, and it sounds genuine but Misha still isn’t falling for it.

“No! Not gonna happen! Then you’ll both just throw me into the lake!”

Jensen rolls his eyes but he can’t stop himself from smiling. “No we won’t, man. Seriously—we’re losing the light here. We need to get this done.”

“I know that! Don’t you think I know that? But this is my dead body we’re talking about and I need to make sure it’s respected!”

“We’ll respect it” Jared insists.

“Since when have you ever respected it?” Misha counters.

“Okay! Alright! Just… Jared, get back there—we’re gonna try this again the way it’s scripted, okay?”

Jared holds up his hands in surrender. “Fine, fine, but I’ll be over here if you need me.”

“We won’t need you” Misha warns, knowing Jared’s deviousness all too well and it’s starting to make him break out in hives.

Jared laughs but finally backs away, until he’s far off on the other side of the set.

Jensen then takes a deep breath. “Okay, man. Let’s go. Let’s do this.”

Misha nods, and they both seem determined now.

With a heave and some careful balancing, Misha is once again in Jensen’s arms and Jensen is once again, huffing his way to the front door of the cabin. He’s huffing a lot … he sounds like he’s in pain.

“You okay?” Misha whispers, trying not to look up or move his mouth much—because, he is dead after all.

“Fine” Jensen wheezes shortly, but he doesn’t sound very convincing.

“You sure?” Misha asks again.

“Shh!” Jensen snips, trying to concentrate.

Misha finally peeks up at him. “Your face is really red.”

Jensen doesn’t answer, he just strains to keep Misha in his grasp.

“And your veins are popping out of your neck.”

“I’m acting” Jensen finally grunts.

Acting—constipated?” Misha asks.

“Shut up!”

“Ow—okay, now you’re pinching my ass!”

“Well, I need to hold onto something!”

“You need to hold onto my ass?”

“It’s got the most grip.”

“Okay … okay … now that just tickles!” Misha starts to laugh, squirming a little and it eventually  throws Jensen off balance.

“F—fu—fuck!” Jensen wobbles to one side and sends Misha rolling dramatically  onto the ground.

“I can help!” Jared yells out, sounding so excited, he might just burst.

“No … no, that’s alright, Jared” Phil cuts in, just as Misha is lifting himself from the dirt. “We’ve been talking and we think we’re just going to cut this scene. It’s uh … it’s not working out.”

With that, Misha throws his fist into the air victoriously, and Jensen drops exhaustively to the ground with the overwhelming relief—and Jared’s disappointed moans can be heard all the way on the other side of the lake; echoing out “Aw, man!”  and “Damnit” and lamenting all the glorious opportunity that he’s just lost.

Okay but lemme hit u with this one.

I’ve seen a lot of really sad posts about the IPRE crew dying early in the year, who dies and what a difference it makes, all tearjerkers of course. What if one year on the last day, Magnus was like “yknow I’ve always wanted to try something.”

While they’re running from the hunger and the ship is blasting away from the planet say, somewhere near the 20 year range, Magnus is nowhere to be found on the ship. They cleared the hunger and they know they’ll be at the next year turn soon, so everything will reset in about 60 seconds.

20 seconds left, Magnus runs into the control room holding a cactus with a pot and needle-like spines, picked up on the crazy plant-currency based world or something, and gets everyone’s attention. He says, “I’ve always wanted to try this,” and just fuckin,, grabs the whole damn thing, bare ass hands right into it.

Magnus jumps in pain- but it’s cut short as the whole crew resets. No needles in his hand and a black eye, he starts to giggle in triumph. The whole crew is just, staring at him in awe and weird fascination, Taako just snickers in the corner already knowing what the fuck is up.

“Magnus what the FUCK was that?” Lup asks with this crazy, breathy sort of laugh having just watched her friend do something so fuckin whack that she was impressed. He managed to find a way around his impulse control, learning how to dodge pain but still get his questions answered.

After that, it’s just new quest after new impulse at the end of every year. After Magnus in his second year of this decided to swallow a really big rock, Lup went next. She fired off a powerful fireball at her left hand, searing the flesh and leaving a bad smell only seconds later for it to reset in the new plane. She claims now she knows how it is on the receiving end, & that fools don’t play with that shit.

Eventually, the rest of the crew are doing some dumb shit while Davenport steers the ship away. Merle always wanted to be choked out by a vine (‘kinky’ Taako whispers to Lup), Lucretia wanted to stab her hand with a pen before she accidentally did it on a mission, Taako decided to cut his long hair off (how would a pixie look LuLu?) and Barry wanted to drink a flask full of acid. They get really disappointed if they die before the years end impulse-party, where they have to hold off on that thing that may/ may not kill them for another whole year.

Eventually, after having been through so many situations of either joy, annoyance, agony, terror, or happiness, they know exactly which form of death would be the least pleasant, as tailored by their own experiences and worst fears. Some of them are easy, Barry is afraid of drowning, Magnus is terrified of being pulled apart slowly, Lucretia is scared of dying alone in the dark. Merle doesn’t gain a ‘preference’, as he ends up dying at the hands of John most of the time. Taako is claustrophobic and Lup hates heights and falling deaths, though she gets over that when she gains her lich form. Davenport fears failure, but the whole team already knew that despite him never having done a single end of year impulse test.

Missing Link

Missing Link (m)

Word count: 6.3k

Genre/Warnings: smut, angst, fluff, talk of masterbation and language

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Summary: You catch Yoongi playing with himself before a night out and some part of you wants to join him. That’s crazy though, he’s your best friend… Right?


“Yoongi~”

“Yes, Y/N?” Yoongi said as he watched tv, happy to be home after a long day with you. 


“Will you please go with me tonight? I don’t want to go by myself.”

Yoongi sighed on the couch next to you. “Y/N, i’m too old to be going to these college parties.”

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winter-and-little-brunettes  asked:

Oooo, for the prompt thing, what about Lance talking to Keith in a quiet moment where the BoM and Voltron are actually in the same room about why Keith really left... Like, what was the 'other' part of the reason Keith left? Lance probably thinks it has something to do with hiiimmmmmmm

Lance sits in the common room with Keith next to him. Their knees touch slightly. Lance sighs and listens to the sounds of Hunk hovering over something in the kitchen and Pidge entering some numbers into her laptop. Shiro confers quietly on the other side of the room with Allura, Kolivan, and a couple of other blades. The setting is familiar. It’s comfortable. Lance smiles to himself and turns to murmur something quietly to Keith when he pauses.

Ah. Of course. 

Where he eyes should meet shades of red he only sees purple. He sighs. Reality comes crushing back.

“Yes?” Keith waits expectantly. Lance shakes his head. His hand gently reaches out to lower Keith’s hood. His fingertips brush against his pale cheek. 

“God, pull this down when you’re in here. Your cool, mysterious act fools no one.” Lance smirks. Keith pulls his face away with a pout.

“Just hiding my mullet from you.”

“You gonna try to grow it into a sweet braid?” Lance sneers. He nods over to where Kolivan stands. “Get a super long one like Kolivan and whip your enemies with it?” He moves his head in slow arcs like he’s in a shampoo commercial. Keith frowns… then caves. He smiles shyly.

“No, that would be a huge disadvantage. Enemies could grab me by it.”

“You should tie your knife to the end of it and just SCHWING! SCHWIP!”

Keith laughs at Lance’s sound effects. He can’t remember the last time he laughed like this. 

“Keith! Are you paying attention?” Kolivan turns over his shoulder. Imposing and serious as always. 

“Yes sir!” Keith sits up. Kolivan nods, then resumes talking to Shiro. 

“Jeez,” Lance scoots close so that their sides are against each other. His breath fans against Keith’s ear.

“No fun allowed.”

“You don’t get to be leader by telling jokes.” Keith chuckles. He lets his head turn and he realises how incredibly close he is to Lance. Lance’s expression is relaxed and looks at Keith with lidded eyes and a lazy smile.

“Are you having fun?”

“W….what?” Keith’s pulse starts to hammer. Had he been caught staring.

“With the blades. Are you having fun there?” Lance’s eyes narrow curiously. Keith relaxes. He doesn’t pull away when Lance slides his arm behind him on the couch. 

“Fun is… not the word I’d use…”

“Come back then.”

“I can’t…”

“Keith…”

“Lance…” Keith sighs. “I’m needed there.”

“We need you here.”

“No you don’t, I’m superfluous. We have six paladins and only five lions. Shiro is a better leader than me so…”

“So I’ll sit out!”

“No!” Keith suddenly reaches for Lance’s arm. He grips it tightly. His eyes look panicked. “No I don’t want that.”

Lance scowls. His mouth forms a hard line and he pulls his arm away. 

“Is that what this is all about?” His voice is dangerously low. “You leaving just so I get a lion?”

“No! No!” Keith shakes his head aggressively. “Lance I…”

“Please, Keith please don’t be the reason you left.” This time it’s Lance that initiates the contact. He gently touches Keith’s thigh. It’s warm. Keith heaves out a long sigh.

“Lance… you are much more important to this team then you realise.” Keith picks up his gaze and forces a smile. “That day… when you came to me and told me about how we need our best paladins to make our strongest team?” He huffs a humourless laugh. 

“I never doubted that you would be in a lion. You are one of our best, Lance. I said to not worry about it, because I knew that you would always be in a lion. Maybe not blue, maybe not even Red but…” Keith smiles. He puts his hand on top of Lance’s. Lance stares dumbstruck.

“You’ll always be needed in Voltron.” Keith smiles wider. 

“We need you too.” Lance leans closer. Keith shakes his head.

“I’m just a pilot. And good at stabbing things, but you…” Keith leans forward. He dares to cup lance’s cheek with his hand. Lance blushes up to his ears.

“Lance you do things that I could never do. You lift the team up. You’re good with plans and knowing when to fight and when to run. You keep this team together.”

“Then why can’t I keep you?”

Keith’s hand drops. He feels floored. Air escapes his lungs in a rush. He blinks several times as he tries to compose himself. As he tries to build up his walls again in the face of Lance’s brutal honesty.

“I didn’t leave so you could stay.” He swallows. “But I knew I could leave, because the team still had you and Shiro.”

Lance pouts. He’s not satisfied but he knows this isn’t the place to argue. He falls forward until his head thumps against Keith’s shoulder.

“Come back in one piece, you hear?”

Keith wraps his arms around Lance’s middle. He tries to burn the feel of his jacket, the warmth, the weight against his chest into his memory. He isn’t sure when the next time he’ll be able to do this again. 

“I will.”

Lance chuckles. It surprises Keith.

“I can’t believe you’re not embarrassed hugging me in front of your new dad.”

“He’s not my new dad.”

“But do you think he’ll yell at you if he sees you getting sentimental?”

Keith hums.

“Yeah, but I’ll fight him.” He chuckles and squeezes Lance tighter.

“My money’s on Kolivan.”

“Hey,”

“Dude, you’re tiny. Have you seen you with the other blades? It’s hilarious.” Lance laughs into Keith’s chest. It’s warm and rumbles pleasantly. Keith smiles and melts further into the couch. 

Harry laughed happily as he landed on the grass. Draco was only seconds behind him clutching the snitch with a massive grin on his face.
“Good one, Draco.”
“Oh, it wasn’t really a good one. Pretty easy actually.” Draco drawled with a smirk.
Harry laughed again as he shoved Draco’s shoulder. “Whatever, that dive was pretty amazing.” Draco’s smirk became a proud smile. “Come on, let’s go eat something. I’m starving!” Harry said.
The smile morphed into a frown. “No. We each won one, it’s a draw. We have to play another.”
Harry grinned at him. “Let’s leave it a draw.”
Draco arched a brow. “Scared Potter?”
Laughing, Harry slung an arm around his friends shoulders. “Yes, scared you’ll pout and ignore me all day when I beat you.”
Draco sniffed. “First of all, I am not so petty. And who says you’d win anyway? So arrogant, Harry.”
Harry laughed and squeezed his friend in a hug. “Yeah. I’m the arrogant here, Draco.”
Draco gently bumped the side of his head against Harry’s as they walked to the castle. “So long as you know.”

On the following Sunday they found themselves trudging through a mountain of homework, much to Harry’s displeasure. Ron and Hermione had gone for a picnic on the grounds, since Hermione always made sure they were up to date on their work. Sighing Harry dropped his head heavily against the couch. Draco, who was curled up in the corner of the couch next to him, looked up with an arched brow. “Giving up already?”
Harry groaned and closed his eyes. “Yes.” He jerked up when he felt Draco flick him between the eyes. “Hey!” He protested, rubbing the sore spot with his fingers.
“You’d better keep going. Don’t think that you can leave it and get me to help you just because Granger won’t let you fly until it’s done.” He went back to looking at his book.
Harry turned to him with wide eyes. “That is a fantastic idea.” When Draco just let out a soft laugh but otherwise ignored him, Harry moved so he could lie leaning comfortably against Draco’s side. He closed his eyes and let out a relieved sigh.
“Potter!” Draco groaned. “I am absolutely not doing your work for you.” But he didn’t move or shove Harry off, which Harry knew he wouldn’t. After several blissful minutes, right when Harry was sure he was on the cusp of a wonderful dream, he fell to the floor as Draco stood up. He pointed a finger accusingly at Harry, “Do some work, Harry. Or we will go to the library.”
Sighing in defeat, Harry sat up and faced his books once more.

Hours later they were sitting in front of the crackling fire eating Bertie Botts beans. Draco was sprawled across a single seat with his legs hanging across the side while Harry sat on the floor with his legs crossed and back against Draco’s seat. Draco had the box of beans and alternated between taking one and lowering the box for Harry.
Ron and Hermione entered the common room with cheerful greetings. Harry appreciated everyone’s efforts to get along, since he knew it was only for his sake, but he did wish his three best friends were more than just polite to one another.
“Did you have a good picnic?” Draco asked them.
“Oh, yes it was lovely thanks.” Hermione smiled at him. Ron nodded a bit awkwardly at him.
“Oh, Harry. You’ll never guess what.” Ron started, and Hermione shot him a suspicious look. “We saw Terry there, he was in the middle of a big fight, seems like him and his boyfriend broke up.” Hermione’s look of suspicion became one of horror as she tugged on Ron’s hand. Harry’s stomach dropped as he willed Ron not to continue. But he did. “So he’s single now, and you can finally ask him out. I know you used to have a massive crush on him.”
Harry closed his eyes, but the thick silence wouldn’t be ignored. He was so glad he couldn’t see Draco’s expression at that moment. There had been a hundred moments when he meant to come out to Draco. It wasn’t that he was embarrassed or anything. It was just that he really enjoyed their friendship. He didn’t know how they’d become so
comfortable touching each other all the time, but he was scared that it would change if Draco knew. He opened his eyes to find Ron looking from him to Hermione with confusion brewing in his eyes. Hermione was watching Draco carefully, which could only mean that he most definitely wasn’t looking at them.
Harry sighed internally. He cleared his throat. “Uh, thanks.”
Hermione looked at him pitifully and quickly started talking about their day, filling the silence as best she could. She asked about how their studies went, Harry responded and Draco said a word or two.
After suffering through it as long as he could, Harry wished everyone good night. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Draco as he left, but let his hand trail along his shoulder as he walked passed.

The next morning, Harry lingered in bed. If he could, he’d avoid seeing Draco all day. Unfortunately, his last class was potions where they were partners. At breakfast he managed to get away with only a smile and a wave since Draco sat at the Slytherin table still. Harry tried hard to focus on his lessons all day, but he couldn’t deny he was nervous to see him.
When he arrived in potions at the end of the day, Draco was already there with all the ingredients for the days potion. He was chopping furiously when Harry reached him. “Hi, Draco.” He said nervously, fidgeting with the strap on his bag.
“Hi, Potter.” Draco glanced up with a small smile. After a few seconds he rolled his eyes. “Are you going to help or do you expect me to do all the work?”
Harry could have laughed with relief, but he didn’t. He gave Draco a grateful smile which was returned with a small quirk of the lips and they got to work.
The rest of the lesson passed in the same manner as the ones before. After, they walked together to dinner and Harry felt relieved. Until he couldn’t find Draco anywhere after dinner. He went to bed with a sinking feeling.

The week passed in the same pattern. The only time that Harry really saw Draco was during potions, his behavior seemingly unchanged. But Harry missed him. After potions on Friday Harry had had enough. As they walked together to dinner he blurted our. “Where have you been all week?” Grey eyes glanced up from the floor to meet his before flickering away. “I can never find you after dinner.” He said accusingly.
Draco answered softly. “I’ve had detention every day.”
“What?” Harry asked, reaching out to grab Draco’s arm. “For what?”
Turning to face Harry, Draco sighed. “You know how it is, some teachers will make up reasons to punish me.”
Harry frowned and opened his mouth to express his outrage when Draco gave him a defeated smile. “It doesn’t matter. Okay?”
Harry deflated. Draco twitched his arm awkwardly and Harry realized he was still holding him. He let go quickly but noticed the blush on Draco’s cheeks.
He deflated a little more.

On Saturday morning when Harry returned from breakfast he found Draco in the common room with his homework. After fetching his own, he sank down on the couch next to him.
Draco shifted to make more room for him.
After working for a little while Draco got up to get a different textbook and settled down again on the single couch. Harry frowned. He wouldn’t have thought anything about it before, but..
He sighed heavily and tried to focus on his work.

The next day he found himself working alone in the library. When he returned to the common room he found Draco curled up on the single couch with a book. He looked up when Harry entered and frowned slightly. “Where were you today?” He asked.
Harry shrugged, struggling to meet his eyes. “Thought I’d concentrate better in the library.” He moved to walk past where Draco was sitting, when Draco’s hand shot out as if to grab his hand but stopped suddenly, quivered in the air for a moment before disappearing just as fast.
Harry hesitated briefly. With a disappointed sigh he carried on walking.
“Harry.” Draco said.
Harry half turned to face him, an eyebrow raised. Draco cleared his throat. “Would you like to go fly for a bit?” Harry frowned skeptically, unsure of what how he wanted to respond. “There’s enough time for at least one game to end our draw before the light goes.” Draco said, smiling uncertainly. And that’s what got to Harry.
“Yeah, alright.” He answered finally.

The walk to the quidditch pitch was filled with awkward silence. At least it was for Harry. Once they were flying though, Harry felt better.
The light started to go quickly and Harry was scanning rather desperately for the snitch, it was the one he had caught in first year and he was rather sentimental about it. A glint of gold caught his eye and he dove toward it. As he neared it he saw Draco coming in from a different angle, slightly ahead of him. He pushed forward, urging his broom to go faster. At the last moment, he realized Draco would get there first and Harry would barrel into him soon after. Unfortunately, the last moment didn’t give him enough time to stop or change direction. All he could do was slow down to soften the impact.
Thankfully they were low to the ground so when they tumbled over one another and onto the grass, it wasn’t too hard a fall. They rolled and Harry landed half on Draco’s chest with a massive groan. Draco was gasping heavily. Harry lifted himself to quickly pat Draco down for injuries and once he was satisfied that he was fine he fell half onto Draco’s chest again. They caught their breath in silence.
It was the happiest Harry had been all week. Until Draco said, “Two one, Potter.” Harry looked up to see Draco clutching the snitch with a triumphant grin. He laughed and pushed himself up onto an elbow.
“You can’t tell me this one was an easy win.” Harry teased.
“No, I can’t.” Draco chuckled and smiled at Harry. Harry smiled back, happy to have his friend back. He noticed the pink tinge on Draco’s cheeks as Draco’s eyes flickered away and he shifted awkwardly. Harry sat up quickly and Draco scooted away from Harry. His heart sank.
Draco cleared his throat, “Well, let’s go back.” He stood up and retrieved his broom. Harry sat there with his knees bent and his elbows resting on his knees, drowning in unhappiness. He wasn’t going to get his easy friendship back. Draco had walked a few paces back toward the castle when he turned around. “Harry?” He said tentatively.
Harry sighed. “I can’t do this, Draco.” He shoved his hands in his hair and looked away, frustrated.
Draco frowned and came back. “What do you mean?” He asked softly.
“I mean I want you to just freak out about the fact that I didn’t tell you and be honest if you have a problem with who I am. I can’t take this dancing around it. I miss you.” He bit his lip to stop himself. After a long pause he looked up to find Draco staring at him in shock.
“You think I have a problem with who you are?” He asked quietly, which set warning bells off in Harry’s head. “You think I’ve been acting strange because I don’t accept this part of you.” He added. Then he laughed, a self deprecating sound that Harry knew well. Draco lifted a hand to his forehead. “Why wouldn’t you? It’s the obvious conclusion.” He laughed again, a little hysterically this time, which broke Harry out of his daze. He stood up and slowly approached him.
“Well, if it’s not that then what is it?” He asked.
Draco closed his eyes briefly before meeting Harry’s eyes. Harry watched a flush creep up his neck as he seemed to search for words. “Well, I couldn’t exactly be mad at you for not telling me when I’ve been keeping the exact same secret.” His cheeks were a deep pink now. Harry’s ears were ringing.
“What?” He whispered, disbelieving.
Draco gave him a sheepish smile. “Sorry.” Harry could only stare at him. Draco swallowed nervously. “Anyway, I was trying to find the right time to tell you about me. But, as you know, it’s not easy.” He laughed awkwardly again. “And somehow knowing about you made my little crush seem less impossible which is stupid, really I know, so I was just giving myself a bit of space to dispel that illusion. That’s why I got detention everyday. I couldn’t focus, I was useless in class.” His gaze was flickering from Harry’s shoulder, his collar to his throat. Anywhere but his eyes. After a fortifying breath Draco added. “Our friendship is important to me. I didn’t want to mess it up.”
Harry was confused. He was shocked. But he knew that that made him happy. He pulled Draco towards him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “I missed you, you idiot.”
Draco melted into the hug which made Harry’s heart soar. They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Draco pulled back, much to Harry’s regret. Harry searched his gaze. “It’s not impossible, you know. Or an illusion.” He whispered.
Draco’s breath caught. Harry smiled at him. “I don’t think.” Harry amended. But as he watched the moonlight play over Draco’s features he thought it was probably extremely possible. Probable in fact.
Draco watched Harry watch him for the longest time. His look of shock slowly abated until Harry was staring at Draco’s trademark smirk. “You’d better not think that counts as asking me out, because my standards are considerably higher than that.” Harry laughed and Draco smiled before adding, “I’m serious.” With that he turned and started toward the castle. Harry scrambled to catch up.
“I’ll write a poem.” He said.
Draco groaned. “Please don’t. I’m pretty set on saying yes. Don’t make that hard for me to do.”
Harry grinned. Feeling bold, he reached out to grab Draco’s hand as they walked forward. He let out a content sigh when Draco laced their fingers together.

Time to float - Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: Time to float

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Warnings: None

Prompts: If you’re taking requests for Bill Skarsgård can you write one where the reader is a famous actress and also little Jackson Scott’s big sister (the kid who plays Georgie) so she attends the premiere with him wearing a stunning dress as usual, she meets Bill who is awestruck bc hes a huge fan with a massive crush on her, the kids who played in the movie myb tease him a little bit, and she’s flattered and thinks hes adorable idk i like this idea 
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YN is Jackson older sister and Bill is her fan!so when he finds out he tries his best to get Jackson to introduce them,and when he does,Jackson can’t help and teels big sis that Bill has a crush on her and he’s just super adorkable to admit! later they all say that on an interview,and the kids love to make fun of them

“Jackson please don’t run! Be careful, sweetie, you’re gonna-” you stopped yourself when you heard you little brother giggle and you realized what you’d just said “Oh gosh I am turning into mom!” you breathed out, eyes wide.

Your little brother ran back to you, wrapping his small arms around your legs and you looked down to be met with his adorable smile “Yes you are! But I am always going to love you the most! More than mom and dad, and more than anyone else in the world!” he said and you giggled.

“And you will always be the number one man in my heart, JR!” you leaned down to pick him up and kiss his cheek as he wrapped his arms around your neck with a big smile.

“Even before dad?” he asked and you grinned, nodding your head.

“But we’re not gonna tell him that, because it’s gonna break his heart.” you pouted, and he giggled.

“You bet it will!” your father piped in, saying with a serious nod and you laughed with Jackson as he kissed your cheek before going to help your mother.

“And… even more than him?” he said with what was supposed to be a smirk on his face and you chuckled, tickling his belly.

“You sly little tease!” you grinned as he squirmed in your arms “Alright, maybe I really do like him a little bit but-”

He rolled his eyes so dramatically at you and shook his head “A lot!”

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milky-red  asked:

Would little Angelica be afraid of George Washington as well? He's balder than Burr

Well, Burr was the first bald person Angie saw and fear, but after a long talk with mom she didn’t fear bald people anymore. Furthermore, historically, Martha Washington offered herlself to teach Angie how to dance, so Angie spent a lot of time on the president house. Wash was a bit worried about Ham’s descendants, but he got along really well with the little girl, and often he placed her in his knees and talk about how annoying Alex was in his youth.

He is probably telling some state confidential information to a 7 y/o girl

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Bygones of the Sun | 07 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07

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Who Killed Markiplier

This is an analysis of the ‘drunk’ scene. It’s long, so press read more if willing. This won’t include every single scene, especially ones that repeat. Just notable things. Some of the images are hard to see, as they flashed by in short moment, with all the drugged effects, making them hard to decern without motion. I provide a bit of context.

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Intertwined

Prompt: Fairy Tale AU for @marvelous-fvcks ‘s 3k followers writing challenge, congratulations love!! (also I’m so so sorry that this was late!)

Summary: Working in the royal castle leaves no time to yourself, but at the castle’s busiest time, you meet someone in the market who, despite his charming mannerisms, hides things that you wish you could find out. Then suddenly, your worlds collide in a way you would’ve never expected. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 6128 words (woah this is the longest fic I’ve posted oops, but it’s prob one of my cutest)

Warnings: slight angst, too much fluff

Notes: Thank you to @buckys-fossil and @whyisbuckyso for beta-ing this fic, you guys rule <3 

Originally posted by kingsebastian

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