i love him a lot more than i thought i would


So I had a project on the Muslim religion for school and I thought it would be cool to go one step beyond and actually get my info from someone professing the religion. I reached a Facebook page of the Muslim community in my city and in less than a week I met with Noman and his wife and had a great interview with him and then a lovely chat with her, they thought me and my boyfriend very quickly a lot about their religion, traditions and the place they had made here for other muslims and whoever wanted to learn about the religion, culture or Arabic language.
I’m not converted or anything, I still have strongly atheists beliefs (or disbeliefs?) but I was so amazed by the whole thing and how they were so friendly and so open about everything, I loved their teaching 100x times more than whatever catholic people has been trying to inculcate me for years 👌🏻
Here are pretty pictures of the Quran that they let me take for my presentation

i thought about this a lot last night, but one of my favorite parts of the new movie was belle asking everyone why they all cared for adam so much and mrs. potts responding, “We’ve looked after him all his life.”
i really think there’s more to that than is suggested.

after adam’s mother died, he really didn’t have anybody to care for him. his father was never one to really provide any sort of love or affection. so i can totally imagine a young adam running to some of the staff members at times after his mother’s passing. they were probably some of the only ones to offer him any sort of sympathy. but, of course, his father would pull him away, saying it was improper to socialize with those below him.
which is where everything went wrong.
i have no doubts that they really did care for him for a time until his father had had enough and rarely even allowed adam to speak to them directly. he’d tell adam that they were just staff and no prince should be associated with them. and, after a time, this became adam’s belief as well, which is why he turned into almost a carbon copy of his father.
with the lack of affection and the inability to speak with those that actually cared for him, he became exactly what his father wanted him to be.

further on this, i truly think that adam saw them as his family eventually. especially after they were all cursed. he definitely recognized that they were the ones trying to help and console him. even after he was the reason they were cursed in the first place, even through all his rage-driven outbursts, they still did all they could for him.
mrs. potts, lumiere, cogsworth, plumette–they were all he had.
but–and this is my favorite part–he definitely tried to distance himself from them. he tried to convince himself that he didn’t care as much as he truly did. because once he lost hope of the curse ever being lifted, he knew that they would all be cursed forever. but while he would continue living, they would become inanimate objects. and i can’t tell you how guilty he would be.
so, in distancing himself (to a point), he figured it would hurt less when they were all inevitably cursed.

My favorite quote from Kubo was what he says near the very end, “this was a happy story. But it certainly could have been a lot happier.”
I just love that. It sums up how he feels about everything, despite the memories he now has and the stories he can share, he still has that grief and sorrow but he isn’t going to let it hold him down.
It also sums up the movie itself, showing that, yes, it’s a story about death, but it’s also just as much about life.
And that’s a quote that I would love to be able to use in one of my own stories; something that can sum up the main character’s thoughts on everything, that can sum up the whole story in a simple line, imply that there’s more to this than you may have previously thought, and I absolutely love that so much. It’s so powerful and perfect.
I love it.

New Man

Anonymous asked: you still do song requests right?? can you do one on New Man by Ed Sheeran?

A/N: I love that song tbh one of my faves from divide. Coming right up babe!

Warnings: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff and cuss words 

“I don’t want to know about your new man…” 

Originally posted by almie18

Bucky lips wrapped around a cigarette, sucking in the smoke as he watched you and your new man from across the party. His jaw clenched as he saw you take the champagne that he held out to you. Bucky didn’t like him. 

The two of you never dated. After you joined the Avengers, you and Bucky casually hooked up one night after a lot of drinking and it carried on for a while before you started seeing the new guy.

We can’t keep doing this,” you said to him, “I’m seeing someone.” 

God, the thought of you touching another guy made Bucky almost spit with anger. 

He threw the cigarette over the balcony and chugged half of the glass of wine he had gotten from Tony not to long before. 

“Jesus, Buck. You need another glass?” Steve teased, causing Bucky to glare at him. 

His attention turned back to you, whom started talking to Natasha and Wanda while the new guy’s fingertips softly grazed your lower back. 

Bucky liked you a lot. He tried so hard to make it more than what it was but he could tell you were resistant, that you thought of him as just a friend with benefits and that feelings weren’t a thing you thought about. 

After a couple weeks of hooking up, he noticed that you would stay in his room with him, rather than sneak back to yours. He noticed that you’d allow him to cuddle you, snuggling back into his chest. 

This was what started that small glimmer of hope that maybe you had fallen for him too. Unfortunately, he didn’t think that was the case. 

Bucky’s hand gripped the glass so hard that it shattered in his hands, causing you to look over at the noise. “Fuck!” Bucky said, shaking the liquid off of his hands and locking eyes with you momentarily. 

His legs carried him out of the room and the party goers went back to their conversations. You looked up to your date, giving him a soft smile, “I’m going off to the girls room. I’ll be back in a bit.” 

“Okay,” he seemed distracted, talking to the other woman beside him, “have fun.” 

You walked away, giving a last glance to your date and rolling your eyes as you saw him shamelessly flirting with yet another woman.

You hadn’t been seeing him long. You really only started seeing him because you were terrified of falling for Bucky. You couldn’t believe how close the two of you had gotten and you knew that you had to move on. You didn’t really like your date all that much, though. 

It seems as though the feelings are mutual. 

Something was wrong with Bucky. You held your dress and rushed up the stairs and towards Bucky’s room. The music downstairs faded the further away you got, turning the corner and knocking on Bucky’s door. 

“Fuck off, Steve.” Bucky groaned from the other side, picking glass out of his flesh and growing more and more irritated as time passed. 

“Uhm,” you cleared your throat, “it’s (Y/N).” 

Bucky’s eyes went wide as he rushed and opened the door, “Yes?” 

Your eyes were immediately drawn to his bloodied hand that dripped down his forearm and onto the wooden floors. “Jesus Christ, Bucky!” 

You pushed him aside and pulled an old T-shirt from his drawer, wrapping it around his hand as he stared down at you. “I’m fine, darlin’. It’s no big deal.” 

“Why’d you break the glass?” You asked him, applying pressure to his hand to stop the bleeding. 

“I just… grabbed it too hard.” 

You rolled your eyes at him, hearing him suck air through his teeth while you tied the shirt tightly around him. 

“What’s been up with you? You’ve been acting weird.” You muttered, crossing your arm across your chest while Bucky sat down on his bed. 

“Weird? How so?” 

“You don’t talk to me, it seems like you hate me. I mean, I thought we were friends,” you grew frustrated, “you know that you can talk to me.” 

“You’ve got someone else now. You don’t need to talk to me and vice versa.” Bucky said simply clenching his fist and feeling a small sting in his palm. 

You threw your hands in the air, “I’m seeing someone, therefore I can’t be friends with you?!” 

“You fucked me and left me!” Bucky gave in, screaming at the top of his lungs and towering over you. 

Immediately your face grew red as you tried to piece together everything. “It was casual.” 

“It wasn’t casual when you were in my room at three in the morning with a bottle of wine, snuggled against my chest while we watched movies! It wasn’t casual when I braided your hair after we showered together! It wasn’t casual when you made me breakfast every morning and greeted me with a kiss! People who only fuck don’t do shit like that!” Bucky defended, his throat cracking at the end of his rant. 

Your eyebrows furrowed. You wanted to be angry but you couldn’t find yourself to yell. Bucky’s veins popped in his forehead, his eyes watering slightly. So slightly that you didn’t think you saw it right. 

“You can’t get pissed off that I fell in love with you when you did everything right.” Bucky said quietly, a small tear slipping over his reddened face. 

Before you could think about what you were doing, you grabbed his neck and pulled him down to your level and smashed your lips against his. 

In no time, Bucky responded to your kiss by wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you backward onto the bed. 

All thoughts of the man you entered the party with left, and your body was consumed by Bucky. 

Your lips tingled against his, his finger tips toying with the hem of your dress with you straddled his thick thighs. 

“Fucking hell, doll.” He muttered when you started to grind your hips against yours. 

You grinned into the kiss and ran your thumb over his jawline, feeling him take your bottom lip in between his teeth. 

Your lips pressed kisses across his jaw, down his neck and onto his chest, feeling him pull you back up to his level and making eye contact with you. “I just have to know- do you love me too?” 

Bucky’s sentence was quiet, almost as if he didn’t want to say those words yet. He looked expectantly into your eyes, almost making you melt. You had never seen such a vulnerable side to Bucky and it almost broke your heart. 

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” 

The sentence was simple and short, but it made Bucky the happiest man alive as he kissed you hard once again. He held you close to him as you cuddled on his bed, not really making any moves and just enjoying each other’s company. 

“What’re you gonna tell your date downstairs?” Bucky asked, humor lacing his voice. 

You thought back to the brunette he was speaking to when you left, “Something tells me he’ll be fine.” 

You rolled over and kissed him again, feeling his lips turn up into a smile. 

Astro confesses to you...


Originally posted by zionqt

JinJin wasn’t planning on confessing to you. But as time goes on, he realizes what he has for you is more than just a crush. So he writes down exactly how he feels about you in the form of a poem. He hands it to you, palms sweating, and softly raps it for you, grinning and blushing the whole time. He feels like it might be too cheesy and embarrassing, but he hopes that his love for you came through the awkward confession…

“So… do you like it? I know it’s kind of sudden, but I just can’t hide how I feel about you~”


Originally posted by noombean

MJ had to work up the courage to confess to you, since the thought of losing your friendship terrifies him. You always know how to make him smile, and he doesn’t know what he would do without you in his life. But after a lot of inner turmoil, he decides to take the plunge. He takes comfort in the fact that above all else, you two care about each other. And he knows that will never change~

“I have felt this way for a long time, Y/N… And I think you deserve to know.”


Originally posted by astrobinn

Eunwoo has always considered you a friend. One of his best friends, to be precise. However, his feeling towards you have steadily grown into something he can’t hold back. He begins to notice every little thing you do, and finds it all to be simply enchanting. You two are talking one day, when he unexpectedly takes you by the hand, looks into your eyes, and tells you the truth~

“You have such a good heart, Y/N. You mean more to me than you can ever know…”


Originally posted by asterocky

Moonbin has loved you since the day you met, but his confession comes quite unexpectedly. You both are out shopping together, when you find an adorable cat-ear headband and try it on, just for fun. You turn to Moonbin and make a silly face, expecting him to laugh. Instead, he slumps against a nearby wall and gazes at you with the utmost adoration~

“Y/N, why can I never take my eyes off of you? How do you always make me feel this way…?”


Originally posted by sanwoo

Rocky adores everything about you and loves how you two seem to click and just understand each other. He’s been planning to confess to you for months. He decides the best way to do it is to make it meaningful. So during one of your walks through the park, you both pause to admire the view. Suddenly, Rocky spins you around, draws you close to him, and then softly reveals his feelings to you…

“I wanted to tell you out here, in nature. Because what you and I have just feels natural~”


Originally posted by sanhapup

After Sanha tells the other members that he has feelings for you, they start suggesting ways he could confess to you. He rejects most of their ideas, and decides to go with the one that he think will impress you the most. He performs a personalized version of “Confession”, just for you! He feels much better after telling you, even though you end up giggling the entire time at how cute he is~

*singing* “Wipe the tears from your beautiful eyes… From this day on, Y/N… Will you be mine?”

Requests are Open!!

Lingerie Lover

WARNING: It’s smutty babes

Bra Boy makes another appearance! I almost made Jinyoung Yoongi, haha, but I switched it to Taegi hanging out there. :) I love this pairing a lot actually like this Taehyung is such a great lover IMO.

Word Count: 3,019.


You couldn’t piece together what crazy thoughts you had when you accepted your friend’s request to help him out. Nor could you fathom why he hadn’t asked Ah Seong in your stead, who would have had much more of a blast than you were as you stacked the folded dress shirts atop a shelf.

You’d never really thought that Jinyoung was the type to ask for help, but when he called you to help him out when in need of more workers, you had accepted without hesitation. You began to think it was because you couldn’t stop thinking about your little scene at the lingerie shop you’d been to last week.

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I have a lot of thoughts (lol when don’t you Sev?) on Aces High particularly the Bernie/Cam scene:

1) Bernie wasn’t seen all day so this leads me to conclude that she’s been off for Serena/Jason but when Morven called/texted to say Cam was leaving Bernie made sure to get to the hospital for when his shift ended so she could say goodbye and wish him luck.

2) Above point backed up by the fact that if Bernie was just leaving then she would likely have been carrying flowers/cards - but Morven wasn’t expecting her in as she asked Cam to take them in case he saw his Mum (presumably outside of work).

3) That cardigan thing is something I’ve never seen before and it screams Serena more than it does Bernie so I am going to tell myself Bernie put on one of Serena’s cardigans as a comfort blanket/method of gaining the strength to tell Cam she loves him/reminder to Serena that she’ll be back.

4) Why would Bernie be waiting against a pillar in the entrance if she had been on shift with Cam all day? She could have spoken to him at any point. Also, she can’t have been on night shift because she offered Cam a lift. I am convinced she specifically went to the hospital for Cam.

5) Bernie’s facial expressions and Cam’s are so on point (10/10 Jemma Redgrave and Nic Jackman). They’re both so clearly emotionally stunted because of a family history of good ol’ British reserve. Yet it is obvious that they love and care deeply for one another.

I’ll stop there but yeah. That two minute scene stole the entire episode.


I could feel him staring at me, eyes burning into the back of my head. I turned ever so slightly, pulling my lower lip between my teeth as I looked back at him. He smiled softly, and I felt my lips turn up at the corners. This had been happening a lot lately. I would catch him staring at me, only to receive a smile when I looked back. At the sound of Jack clearing his throat I broke the stare, going back to the files I was sorting. Danny and I had never been particularly close. We were more apt to fight than get along, but after awhile, we were able to develop an easy if not slightly complicated friendship. That’s when the staring started, the looks when we thought nobody else was watching, the stolen smiles and lingering touches. I’ll admit I was starting to have feelings for him, maybe I even loved him. I never thought he’d feel the same though, so I never mentioned it.
“Y/N. Can I uh, can I talk to you?” I turned to see Danny staring at me, scratching the back of his neck nervously. I nodded, following him to an empty room down the hall. When he closed the door, I turned to him.
“What’s up Danny?” He stood there, shuffling nervously, mouth opening and closing like he was looking for the right words to say. I stood there patiently, simply waiting for when he’d figure out what it was he wanted to say.
“I like you, I really like you Y/N. I know we fight a lot, but I was just trying to hide what I felt for you. I understand if you don’t feel the same but…..”
“Danny shut up!” I laughed, watching him look away in embarrassment.
“I like you too.” He looked up then, a smile on his face and without another word he pulled me close, arms around my waist as he slammed his lips against mine. My arms wrapped around his neck, one of his hands splaying across my back as the other cupped my face. Our lips danced together like we’d been together for years, fire spreading from everywhere he touched. The hand on my back moved to my waist, his fingers caressing the band of exposed skin below my shirt as he deepened the kiss. When he pulled away our foreheads were pressed together, both of us breathing heavily as we held each other close.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for awhile.” He breathed, making us both smile. Just then, we heard cheering from the door and turned to see Henley, Jack, and Merritt clapping.
“It’s about damn time you two. Watching you two tiptoe around each other was getting exhausting.” With that, the three turned away, leaving Daniel and I still stuck in our embrace, and we both knew we wouldn’t rather be anywhere else.


Been playing a lot of Harvest Moon: Skytree Village since classes are over ^q^) 

I was gunning for Dean originally but THEN I saw Gabriel’s event where he ate the dog food to test the quality for his brother’s sick dog and then I fell in love

So yeah, I married him LMAO 

IDK what it is about him but he always seems kinda sly in his expressions…every time he asks me to do a request he always ends it with a “you don’t mind, right?” and he does this SUPER CUTE SMILE AND IM LIKE…GABRIEL, I FEEL LIKE YOU ARE SUBTLY MANIPULATING ME But I am so attracted to you I will give you anything you want

still love you Dean.. someday I will marry you, macho florist

A conflicted rant on Matsuri’s death.

While I respect everyone’s views on this issue and this is not a negative response to anyone’s, especially since I’ve seen a lot of well thought-out counterpoints to mine, I wanted to add some of my thoughts to the discussion.

I don’t necessarily agree in full with all the harsher critiques about Matsuri’s death scene. I think it was important that he died this arc rather than last to emphasize the transition of power between the main Washuu family line and Furuta/V. Other than the Marude revenge narrative and the toxic love narrative that could have formed between him and Urie, Matsuri had wrapped up his major roles in the story. Would I have liked to see him have more screentime in terms of him coming to grips with losing power? Absolutely. Was Matsuri a well-written character that had great potential that wasn’t fulfilled? You fucking bet.  

I think that Ishida generally has the issue of caring too much about his characters and maybe overdeveloping them for what he intends for their role in the major plot, though. To me, the problem is less that Ishida is being lazy with the plot and is mindlessly killing off characters, and more that Ishida got really into developing these characters’ backstories despite the fact that the development wasn’t necessary for their planned arcs. Which leads me to keep asking the question: how much is it poor writing on Ishida’s part, and how much is it that we as an audience get too attached to these minor characters who are going to die? 

I think it’s a mix of both. Ishida has so many characters within this story that it’s difficult to manage their plots effectively. :re has a cast twice the size of the original series’, and Ishida’s trying to complete all of their narratives within the same timeframe. Because of that, sometimes his well-developed characters have seemed flatter than usual in recent arcs. At the same time, though, I think that we’ve spent so much time as a fandom hyping all of these characters up that we all are disappointed when they don’t meet the level of potential that we want them to. For instance, the Houji vs. Tatara scene didn’t seem like a trainwreck to me; I thought it was a fitting ending for two characters who were more than one-dimensional, had backstories, but didn’t play overwhelming roles/have character arcs within the series. I saw the anticlimactic aspects of the fight as actually better for the story’s themes than if we had a more satisfying/drawn-out fight for either of them. However, we had been thinking about this tension between these two characters since the end of TG. While we anticipated the fight, we would go over in our heads all the amazing and mind-blowing ways their encounter could have gone.

And I see myself get like this all the time with the series. I weirdly feel salty on occasion with Akira’s recent story arc, since it was her taking the stereotypical hit and serving as the damsel-in-distress plot point the past arc and a half. However, when I think more about it, it’s not an inherently bad (although generic) situation that weakens her as a character. In any case, I think Akira needs to be shown in more vulnerable situations to further her character development at this stage, and after she recovers this may be the right gateway to that. Characters need to be able to move the plot forward, and Ishida honestly doesn’t put plot over characters often enough in :re.

I think Matsuri’s a much more difficult situation, because he did have some unresolved feelings before his death, and we didn’t get to see them contemplated. He was built as a bigger minor character that should have gotten that one page or panel of reflection. That is undoubtedly a poor writing decision (although I can’t say that I don’t partially enjoy the dark humor route he took with Matsuri’s death scene).

I think there should also be another frame of mind when examining Matsuri’s death and missed potential outside of this lack of reflection, though. Not all more serious and unresolved aspects of characters essentially need to have entire arcs of development. It’s not essentially bad writing to have character traits introduced that don’t ultimately affect the story. Based on how the story has progressed so far, I can imagine that Matsuri first began as a plot device rather than as a developed character inserted into the plot. The Washuu/CCG plot line is so essential to the series that he was most likely always planned to serve his role as the proper CCG heir and die here. If that is the case, Matsuri could have been a more one-dimensional fodder character, and I’m happy that he is not. Even if it was executed in a flawed manner, I would prefer Ishida’s characterization of Matsuri before this anticlimactic death scene over a flatter Matsuri.

anonymous asked:

komahina thought/hc: they weren't dating in the neo world program, and they probably wont til post dr3 anime, when everything has slowed down and the ex-despairs can chill a bit. :^)

yeah, definitely! I’m positive a lot of people agree with that too.

during the game, there was a zero percent chance of them forming a romantic relationship because of A) komaeda and B) I’m pretty sure not only them, but their classmates as well, would be more concerned with monokuma and the murders than falling in love.

post dr3 would be the beginning of an actual friendship between them. because of my guilty, thirsty komahina shipping heart, they’d probably bond over small things, and get some closure on their different views. I’d like to believe ko would really advocate for hope that can come from both talented and untalented people I can’t stress this enough I really like this characterization of him post dr3 hng. in times of peace, the both of them would really bring out the good in one another, and I can really babble on and on about this but that’d take until the end of time.


I loved him - Jungkook Drabble

A/N: This is just a little something I wrote on my phone when I was bored and just needed to let out some feelings through writing. Enjoy.


Jungkook had my heart. He had every last cell in my entire body. Every last second we spent together was the best spent since birth. I treasured him more than I think he ever noticed. I loved him.

I gave him everything I could give. I put more effort into our relationship than I ever thought I could, and it wasn’t a lot I admit, but it was more than I put into anything else. I had nothing. He was my everything. I loved him.

When we fought, I said things I shouldn’t have. I threw his favourite cushion at his solid chest while cussing him into the wind, but I didn’t mean a word I said. The adrenaline got to my head and I spat out any words I thought would hurt him. Knew would hurt him. He got mad too, saying words me things that did the same to me as mine did to him. We both cried, and in the end we forgave each other. Because he loved me and I loved him.

Until one day he didn’t. We didn’t forgive and attempt to forget like we usually did. He didn’t tell me after that it was going to be okay and that we would get through it together. Instead, he whispered under tears and a tight chest “I can’t do this anymore.” And I knew that he meant it. I didn’t fight back because it was what he wanted. My Jungkook hadn’t been mine for a while. I could feel him drifting but held onto him for as long as I could. Then he got too strong, and no longer needed a tiny piece of weak string to hold him in place anymore. He needed to be free.

I didn’t fight back. Instead, the tears in my eyes were replaced with bile in the pit of my stomach threatening to rise up. “Just do it.” I uttered after an audible swallow.

“I can't”

I knew what he was doing. He was trying to make me do it so he couldn’t feel bad about it. So he had someone to blame other than himself. And I wanted to let him blame me. I wanted him to use me. Let all of his anger out on a small girl who would give up the world for him to be happy.

And after hours of fighting, of begging, I did. I gave up my world for him to be happy. I gave up him.

elanorjoy  asked:

So sorry to hear about your mom, I hope everything works out. *hugs* While you're waiting, tell us your thoughts on Moriel babies. Or your thoughts on what Az would do if Mor decided to get a puppy without telling him.

Thank you. *a million hugs back* Side note real quick: I miss talking to your lovely face, and I saw BATB last night. It was so entertaining!! Really, really pretty film. :)

I love you for sending me a Moriel ask. <3 <3 <3

So, I don’t actually think Mor and Az have kids? Weirdly enough, I have more Cazigan baby headcanons than I do Moriel lol But yeah, I think they are really well suited to be the cool aunt and uncle. They each have so much power and responsibility to their courts, I feel like having their own kids would be a lot that they are fine without. I think their relationship alone fulfills them and they’re happy with that. And if you really want to get dark with it - that nail, bruh. It went too deep, so I sometimes think they couldn’t have kids if they tried. *angst angst angst*

If they ever did have kids, I think they’d just have one and it would take after Az in temperment - very well put together, reserved, and well spoken all around - but then would probably look like Mor. And I think the only way it goes to the Illyrian camps to train is if it’s boy with the wings. If they had a girl, even if she had the wings, I don’t think they’d send her. Az doesn’t like the camps despite the life it eventually led them too and I think he and Mor are kickass enough that they could train her up without having to subject her to a lot of the backwards thinking that goes on there.


Mor’s sitting on the couch flipping through a magazine when Az flies in through the open balcony and pauses. He cocks his head. “What?”

“What’s that face for?” Az asks.

“What face?” She shrugs and turns a page. “There’s no face.” Her lips clamp shut.

“Morrigan,” he steps forward shaking his head. “I know that face.”

Mor scoots a little on her side fighting off a grin. “There’s no face, Azriel,” she replies, enjoying throwing the full use of his name back at him.

“Oh yes there is.” He gives a little chuckle and starts to undo his leathers, walking toward the hall leading to their bedroom. The townhouse they share in Velaris is small, but intimate and cozy. “It’s the same face where you look like you’re dying to tell me something, but can’t because you’re worried I’m not going to like it. Your lips get all tight and your nose crinkles up.”

Mor leans over, her head resting on the back of the couch so that her blond curls fall playfully over her face. “You know you think its adorable,” she teases.

Az pivots back toward the couch and leans over her, an arm braced on either side of her shoulders pressing firmly into the cushions. He fixes her a look. With him standing over her like that, Mor’s suddenly very aware of how much larger he is than her and she really, really likes it. The leather and rain coming off of him smell wonderful. “Yes, I do,” he says and kisses her nose, “And you admitted there’s a look, so I win.”

She shoves him off, batting him with her magazine. He chuckles and pads out of the room making for their bedroom to get dressed. Mor waits patiently, her grin out in full force now that he’s gone.

“Hey, Mor,” Az calls, his voice booming between the walls. Mor stifles a giggle and does her best to reply calmly.

“Yes, love.”

A pause.

“Why is there a dog on our bed?”

“Oh that,” she says and re-opens her magazine, thinking of the adorable brown-eyed pup sleeping cozily in their bedroom. She’d seen him while out with Feyre and fallen head over heels in love. Az wouldn’t care, right? That dog was hers from the minute it bounded up to her and licked her face with the same joy and enthusiasm with which Mor attacked life. “He’s going to be staying with us for a while.”

A snort. “I think you mean forever,” Az says. She hears his steps on the wooded floors and when Az emerges from the hallway, he’s holding the dog in his arms. “Don’t you,” he finishes, with a knowing smile.

Mor leaps up and pummels him with her arms going wide around him. “Really?!” she exclaims. The puppy yawns and Az gives a little sigh. He can’t help but admit the tiny little thing is pretty cute. And his Mor is happy, so…

“One condition,” he says.

Mor’s eyes light up. “Name it.”

The next night, Mor comes home to find Az asleep on the couch - the new puppy tucked under one arm, and a small gray kitten asleep under the other. She quickly changes out of her work clothes so she can join them.


More than this - SNEAK PEAK

My lazy ass found the motivation to continue this again so here is a sneak peak of the next chapter for all of you patient people. I love you.

In case you’ve missed any of the other chapters: [masterlist]

My thoughts were screaming, my blood was boiling and there were hot tears running down my cheeks when I heard Stiles calling my name.

,,(y/n) just wait! I didn’t mean to say that, please!” I ignored him and continued to run down the corridor. I couldn’t let him see me cry again, no, I wouldn’t allow that.

He had seen me at my weakest ever so often, and it a lot of the times he was the reason for my sadness. But this time I wouldn’t let him get away with breaking me. I would break him.

I wiped away the tears put on the most authentic fake smile i could make and turned around.

Stiles had been following me all the way down the hall and stopped dead in his tracks.

,,(y/n)?” confusion was showing on his face, due to my sudden change of mood.

,,Can you do me a favor?”

,,Uhm…what is it?” he asked, rasing his eyebrows at me.

,,Stay the hell out of my life Stiles. Foor good.”

My smile faded and I walked away. I heard him calling for me over and over again while I was heading to the lobby, but I didn’t dare turn around.

anonymous asked:

Top 10 photos of alex?

Ok this was even more difficult than I thought it would be because I’m incredibly indecisive and there are just SO many photos to choose from. This is why it took me this long to put this together, I apologize.

I’m gonna start with an honourable mention for this amazing photo of him and Miles because it’s one of my all-time favourite photos. Look how happy they are their smiles are just everything!

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anonymous asked:

Love the quote you posted of David's ("I wanted them to have a conversation in which they are actually ‘in’ their dialogue rather than saying who they are, to let the way they speak say who they are, and to let them inhabit themselves rather than perching outside themselves.") Sometimes I irrationally imagine that he might have lost fix-it fic posted under a pseud at Gossamer. Because he clearly cares more than he lets on -- Mr. I-remember-the-Fearful-Symmetry-storyline. Must be so frustrating!

Heeee, David secretly writing XF fics (or novels) under an assumed name is one of my FAVORITE headcanons of all time. 

I can imagine him being like “Haha it would be so funny if I ironically did this” and then like, writing a 20,000-word thing where he explains all Mulder and Scully’s thoughts and fills in all the blanks. Then he’s like “Haha what if I posted this on the internet? That would be a hilarious joke” and then he calls his assistant and asks her to find out where people post X-Files fanfic and how to do it and he posts it to AO3 and he’s like “Hahaha this is so funny what if people like, comment on it” and then he sits there pretending to read the newspaper but really clicking reload every 3 seconds to see if he got any feedback. Cut to 5 hours later: “Guys, send me prompts!” “AU where Mulder and Scully are rock stars and travel through Europe and take pictures of ducks” “Is Mulder having been married to Diana Fowley canon or fanon? I know I could just google it but someone here will remember lol” “This was going to be a casefile but it kind of devolved into fluff, sorry/you’re welcome” “Ugh I’m so torn, I want Season 11 but I’m so afraid they will screw up the characters” *reblogs gifset from The Unnatural*

When Pike comes back permanently I really hope her and Percy have a talk about the prank because that scene always bothers me. Like, it’s funny to watch the players come up with it and act drunk and talk about it later, with Kern saying they need to change the knots, but it was also really frustrating from a story perspective.

Like, Scanlan’s resurrection was treated so nicely and then in the end made a joke. It’s the only resurrection that was treated like a joke. I could understand if they poked a little fun afterwards, but this was a lot more than some teasing. And he woke up like that. His daughter saw him like that. The prank wasn’t a “we were drunk, so we weren’t thinking clearly,” they thought what they did was completely okay after they sobered up. 

And I’m just worried it’s not going to be talked about ever. I don’t want it to be brushed under the rug as “whatever” because it feels like it should have a lot of impact or at least be something to discuss. Scanlan died and woke up to a joke. He talks about how his family see’s him as being useful for only a laugh and spells, and this kind of cements that point. I can’t believe Percy and Pike aren’t questioning their prank after Scanlan left.