i love seeing them when i'm at home

Finally a take on the girls and a quick one at that. Similar to the first one, I messed around with both the movie and books/graphic novels to get this mess of a scribble. Shh! I hope ya’ll have a good day. Moving on!

pitviperofdoom  asked:

Hey so I've loved your Retold Fairytales for some time but I just binged your entire Gods and Monsters and I??? love Styx. A lot. And I'm curious about Hephaestus and Styx growing up as best friends in the Underworld. If you could work your magic when you have the time, I'd love to see a story about them!

Styx does not have a home in the underworld, not really. She has a room in Hades’s palace, of course, and a nook in Hecate’s house.  Charon has a cottage by her river, a humble thing for a being of such great power, and she’s shoved her way onto his narrow bed and curled into the warmth of his chest more than once. She darts through the horrors of Tartarus, and plays in the Elysium Fields.

All of the underworld is open to her, and she’s lived here the entirety of her existence. But she’s yet to find a piece of it that feels as if it belongs to her, that doesn’t feel borrowed.


Hecate brings home a baby with no legs beneath the knee and wide, curious eyes.

Styx adores him instantly.

Hecate is a busy woman – her duties in the underworld keep her constantly moving, and she spends much of her time shrouded in her secrets. She is the goddess of magic, and there are things that only she can do, things that other people can’t even know about. She is not a person with much time to spare, and babies take a lot of time.

Hades watches him often, directing the traffic of souls and overseeing construction with the child held to his chest. Charon fashions a sling, and the baby sleeps against his back while Charon ferries souls across her river.

Time passes. The baby is not like her.

The baby grows.


Hephaestus is a child, and he lives in a dangerous place. His aunt raises him, and she is a busy woman who does important things, and it seems to him like nothing in their home is safe to touch, that it is all cursed or corrosive or even, at time, sentient.

The palace is not much better. Hades always welcomes him, has a warm smile for him, but is too busy to linger. He walks on wobbly legs of glass that Aunt Hecate fashioned for him, and they allow him to walk, but they pain him too. He cannot run or jump, he cannot explore the edges of the underworld like he so desperately wants to because his legs are delicate, clumsy things. They are glass, and they shatter too easily.

“Don’t be sad,” a voice says in his ear, and he’s grinning before he even turns around. Lady Styx is there, smiling at him. She looks to be his age, although she is much older, and she has black skin and grey hair and eyes. Her skin is the color of her river’s water, and her hair and eyes the color of the foam when it rushes too fast. For as long as he can remember, she has always had kindness to spare.

“I’m not sad,” he says stubbornly. “Aren’t you busy?” She is a goddess, one as powerful and important as his aunt or Hades. He wants to grow up to be just like her.

She shrugs, “My river knows what to do. Do you want to go on an adventure?”

“Yes,” he says instantly. The only time he’s allowed to explore is when Styx is with him. If his glass legs break, she can carry him, and if anything tries to attack or hurt them, she can stop it.

She grabs his hand, smiling. It’s cold. She’s always cold, the same icy temperature as her river. “There are volcanos in Tartarus. Have I taken you there before?”

He shakes his head, and in the next instant they’re gone.


Styx and Hephaestus manage to get in all manner of trouble, including, but not limited to: accidentally giving Cerberus two extra heads, devising and implementing a manner of torture for Tantalus that is so brilliant Hades can’t even get mad at them for it, and figuring out it is possible to surf of Styx’s rough waters with glass legs, but only if you’re very, very stupid and have the goddess in question by your side and laughing so hard she forgets that her primary job here is to prevent you from dying.

When he’d found them, Hades had given them the worst admonishment he knew how to give: a disappointed frown. Hecate had laughed and told them to be careful of his legs.

Hephaestus’s childhood had its bright spots. Almost all of those bright spots included Styx.


Hephaestus looks older than her now, a young man when she is, as always, a child. He’s gotten quieter as he ages, his dark eyes permanently thoughtful.

“You shouldn’t come here without me,” she scolds, sitting down beside him. He doesn’t respond, swinging his hammer down on glowing metal with a boom loud enough that the volcano shakes with it. “You know Hecate doesn’t like you going into Tartarus alone.”

“You were busy,” he says, not accusatory, just a statement of fact. “Here, cool this for me.”

She sighs, but cool water rushes from her hands and onto the superheated metal. It hisses and steams, but when the air clears Hephaestus holds it up and appears to be satisfied. “Must it be in a volcano? We can make you a forge in safer part of the underworld.”

“Volcanos are useful,” he says, the same answer he always gives her. “I have more of these to do if you want to stick around.”

Helping him build whatever he’s currently working on is pretty boring. But he’s her friend, and it must be important if he’s risking his life by going into Tartarus on his glass legs to do it. “Sure,” she sighs slumping down to sit crosslegged next to him. He pats her on the head, which she’s all prepared to be insulted by - she’s a kid, but she’s not a kid – when she sees his lips curled up around the corners of his mouth. He’s making fun of her on purpose, which is still annoying, but is less hurtful than him treating her like a kid just because he looks older.


The first set of legs that Hephaestus makes for himself are made of iron. They’re not as pretty as he’d like them to be, but that’s all right. He can run in these legs, jump in them, fight in them. He is no longer a being made of glass, no longer someone who can be easily broken.

Styx is the first person he shows them to. He leaps and somersaults in them, something he could never do before. She’s delighted at first, smiling and clapping, but by the time he finishes, arms out-thrown and beaming, she’s wilted. She sits hunched and tries to keep her smile in place, but it’s trembling.  

“What’s wrong?” he asks, kneeling in front of her. “I thought you would be happy for me.”

“I am!” she hiccups, and now she’s crying, big fat tears that he wants to wipe away but can’t. She cries the water of her river. If he touches them, he’ll burn. “I am happy!’

He risks it, tugging the end of his sleeve down to quickly wipe her left cheek, then ripping it and throwing the cloth away as it burns. “You don’t look happy.”

“You’re going to leave,” she says, and he goes cold. “You have legs, and now you’re going to leave, and I’m not. I am the Goddess of the River Styx, I must stay with my river. But you’re going to leave.”

His heart breaks seeing Styx cry. He loves Hecate, loves Charon, loves Hades. But if there is one person in this realm he can truly call family, it is her. They share no blood, but she’s the only sister he’s ever known. “I’ll visit! You can visit me too. I wasn’t born here, Styx. Hecate isn’t my mom. I was born on Olympus, and I can’t hide in the underworld from Hera forever. I don’t want to either.”

“I know!” she says, her breath coming in stuttering gasps as she tries and fails to stop crying. “You’re so smart, and all the things you make are amazing. You need to go out there, so other gods can see you, so that people can see you. I just – I’m going to miss you.”

He’s a god – a little river water won’t kill him. He pulls Styx into his arms, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as her tears burn through his skin. She resists for a moment, then goes slack, throwing her arms around his neck. He says, “I’m going to miss you too.”


Hephaestus does not want to cause an uproar. He’s had fantasies of storming Mount Olympus, of confronting Hera, of doing any number of foolish, stupid things. But he is not a foolish, stupid man.

Hecate has picked out a volcano for him already, one she tells fits all his requirements and is not in the domain of any other god, even the lesser ones. He will go slow. He will build, and improve the lives of the mortals. Temples will be erected in his honor, tributes placed at his feet, his name on all their lips. He’ll build his power the hard way, until they can ignore him no longer, until Hera and Zeus have no choice but to offer him a place at their table on Olympus.

But not yet.

For now, he builds something else, something even more important.


“Can I open my eyes yet?” Styx asks, pouting.

Hephaestus’s hands are on her shoulders, pushing her forward. “No.”

She scowls. She can tell they’re by her river, in a bend where no one travels through, but that’s it. Her knowledge of the geography of the underworld is always in relation to her river. “What about now?”

“Yes,” he says.

She wasn’t expecting it, so it takes her a moment to blink her eyes open. “Did you make this?”

“Hecate helped,” he admits, “I wasn’t sure what to do for things like curtains and windchimes. Do you like it?”

It’s a house. A small one, not much bigger than Charon’s. It’s made of obsidian, but not several pieces put together. It looks like the whole things was carved out of one massive piece of obsidian. The walls are black and smooth and shining. There’s a large, round bed in the center that’s a pale blue, the chairs in a deep purple, and her curtains are a soft yellow. The house is black, but Hephaestus has filled it with color, given her a rainbow tucked in every space. Copper pots hang in the kitchen, and there are signs of his forging everywhere – in the cabinets, the door knobs in the shape of flowers, the singular windchime hanging in her open window, even though there is no wind here.

“Do you like it?” he repeats. “I know you tend to just – end up wherever, but I thought you should have a place that was just yours. If you want something different I can change it–”

“No.” She swallows and touches her wall, the silver design in her walls that he must have inlaid himself. “It – it’s perfect.” Quieter then, “You gave me a home.”

No place in the whole of the underworld has ever felt like it belonged to her. This one does. It doesn’t feel borrowed.

Hephaestus ruffles her hair, “It seems only fair, since you did the same for me. This realm wouldn’t have been my home without you.”

They’re smiling at each other, and the tension she’d been carrying ever since she realized Hephaestus would be leaving drains out of her.

He’s older now, almost an adult, and he’s leaving the underworld. But he’s not leaving her.

“You’re my best friend,” she tells him, in case he’s forgotten.

“Good,” he tells her, “because you’re my best friend too.”

gods and monsters series, part xxiii

read more of the gods and monsters series here

experimentalbeing  asked:

Yo I saw your post on your love of skunk cabbages, and I see a ton of them by the creek back home. I've never paid them much attention so I was curious as to why do you like them so much? I'm SO ready to fall in love with yet another plant

why i love the skunk children

-in my opinion the eastern skunk cabbage is one of the smartest and coolest plants ever

-i originally fell into them because of my research interest regarding thermogenic plants! these plants produce heat when they bloom. in the Eastern Skunk Cabbage’s case, the first week- where the female blooms are presented- the plant keeps its internal flower temperature at an exact, consistant temperature, which they do by measuring the exact outer temperature and adjusting their flower’s temperature accordingly. we dont know how they measure the outer temperature, only the part of the plant that does. the second week- when the male flowers are presented- the plant continues to heat up, but the heating patterns are much more erratic and have higher and lower variability. 

-eastern skunk cabbages are deep rooted plants with contractile roots. contractile roots are roots in a ring structure that fill with water, then squeeze them out, draging them deep into the mud. the reason the ESC in both its vegetative and flowering stages is so close to the ground is that the plant grows downward, dragging itself deeper into the mud each year it blooms. 

-the life span of these plants are unknown, but we know that these plants plan their blooms literal years ahead. like if you were to uproot one and cut it down the middle, you would see this years’ bloom, then the next years bloom nestled down in the tuber waiting to come up. and another one under that. and another one under that. it goes on until you hit the tiniest blooming structure being developed at the bottom of the tuber, which apparently is about the size of a tip of a ballpoint pen and can be the planned fruiting structure for up to ten years in the future. 

-they are stinky babs when crushed bc their pollinators are newly-emerging flies and beetles. 

-theyre literally like the most comically disgusting plants ever like they love living in bogs and having cold, wet mud over their roots at all times of the year and smell like rotting flesh 

-did i mention that they’re the first to bloom in the early spring by blooming first, using the heat they produce during bloom to burn through the snow??? bc they do that

-also btw they aren’t actual cabbages, idk y theyre called that

-if you eat them uncooked they’ll secrete acid that will burn ur mouth and throat. that being said, these plants were used by indigenous peoples as a common food/medicine when cooked, especially the root!

some cool pics from iowaplants.com (go to that link to learn more about their really weird flowering structure and physiology, which is the same throughout the ultra-weird aroid family but is a really good example):

the seeding structure (the weird yellow ball in the middle of pic 1, dried and floating down a nearby stream, where the flowering structures break open and drop seeds downstream from the parent):

the yellow ball is called the “spadix”. this is the part that heats up, and is actually many flowers, as demonstrated in this close up:

the babs in their non-flowering phase in spring, summer, and fall:

Unusual Song Lyrics for the Signs
  • Aries: "Show me someone who says they've got no baggage, I'll show you somebody whose got no story, nothing gory means no glory but baby please don't bore me" (Sloppy Seconds, Watsky)
  • Taurus: "I'm a princess, cut from marble smoother than stone, and the scars that mark my body, they're silver and gold" (Yellow Flicker Beat, Lorde)
  • Gemini: "One more sad movie star divorce, three hundred died in an airplane wreck and you think of all the people suffering and you bury that pain, but you can tell me everything, and we’ll ride on that wave" (King of the world, Weezer)
  • Cancer: "And I know what it feels like, what it feels like being alone. You let them take, you let them take you home, and I know what it feels like to wanna be held, you get so tired, you get so tired of being cold" (Fragile, Rozes)
  • Leo: "This chest is full of memories of gold and silver tears. I'll give you more to own than all of this, I'll give you more than years" (Slow Your Breath Down, Future of Forestry)
  • Virgo: "So what are you waiting for, cuz someone could love you more, I'm just a lost boy" (Lost Boy, Troye Sivan)
  • Libra: "When I wake up, the dream isn't done. I wanna see your face and know I've made it home" (Painting Flowers, All Time Low)
  • Scorpio: "I feel like I could die beside you, with anyone else it's not the same. And I would do anything to last, when you undo my belt, I melt" (Melt, Heyrocco)
  • Sagittarius: "I can't keep my feet up off the edge, I kinda like the feeling of standing close to death, like when you're driving me crazy" (After Midnight, Blink 182)
  • Capricorn: "Gave you a minute when you needed an hour. Chose to push it aside instead of leaving behind you. If any word that I said could've made you forget I would have given you them all, but it was all in your head" (Bridges, Broods)
  • Aquarius: "Give me a pen, call me Mr. Benzedrine, but don't call the doctor, I wanna blow off steam" (20 Dollar Nose Bleed, Fall Out Boy)
  • Pisces: "Please use discretion when you're messing with the message man, these lyrics aren't for everyone only if you understand" (Message Man, twenty one pilots)

My favorite thing about Yousana is the fact that you can feel their connection and energy just by the way they look at one another.

They don’t have to kiss, he’ll they don’t even have to touch for you to feel the genuine happiness and peace that radiates around them when they get to bask in each other’s presence.

And with just a simple hug you can tell that it felt like being home. You could see the joy, the hope, and every single unsaid thing.

anonymous asked:

Hi! Don't mean to bother, I'm really sorry, I just wanted to ask something. There is this part in many of your fics when Maggie or Alex has a rough day and they go home and the other 'let's them use their body'. I get it, i really do,but maybe once when you're writing a scene like that-for whatever prompt- in the future, could you write it in a way that the other says no to that? I understand that it's all consensual and out of love, it'd be just great to see one of them say no for once.

They talk about Maggie hating to talk about herself.

But Alex kind of hates it, too.

She prefers alcohol and she prefers forcing other people to talk. By whatever means necessary.

But Maggie and Kara have her working on her drinking, and they’re both teaming up with J’onn to make her work on her rage, so sex?

Sex is a great option for not talking, too.

And most nights – most nights when she can’t talk, when she just wants to strip Maggie naked (or not) and fuck her hard and fuck her fast and listen to her scream in ecstasy so she doesn’t have to listen to the screams of agony blaring through her brain – most nights, Maggie lets her.

Most nights, Maggie likes it.


Most nights, Maggie loves it.

Not that Alex is in pain. Never that Alex is in pain.

But most nights, Maggie loves letting her body be Alex’s bandage.

Most nights, Maggie begs for more and takes her deeper than Alex ever thought she could go, lets her pound into her harder than she ever would without Maggie’s desperate encouragement, eager hands, open legs, heaving chest, soaked opening.

But tonight? Tonight, Maggie’s tired and Maggie’s got her mind on the cases she’s working and she’s still sore from that sparring session with James and tonight, if they’re going to have sex, she wants it gentle and she wants it slow and she wants it tender.

Tonight, she doesn’t want it hard and fast and wordless.

So when Alex kisses her in greeting, she kisses her back, because god, her lips are like coming home.

And when Alex keeps kissing her, she opens her mouth readily, because Alex has still got her afternoon coffee on her breath, and god does she taste perfect.

And she sighs softly when Alex’s hands slip up and under her shirt, because Alex’s hands are cool to the touch and Alex’s hands are calloused and soft all at once, just like Maggie’s.

But when Alex pushes her back into the counter and pulls back and raggedly asks, “Yeah?” – Alex’s hands bracing, Maggie knows, to spin Maggie around by the hips and fuck her from behind over the counter – Maggie takes a nervous, terrified, panicked breath and tries to say the word no.

She can’t.

Her throat closes, because god, what if Alex gets mad?

What if she doesn’t feel loved, cared for?

What if she just leaves because Maggie’s not going to give her what she wants, so she’ll get it elsewhere?

Or she’ll get it from alcohol, and it’ll be Maggie’s fault?

She thinks about what she would tell Adrian, about what she tells the kids at the queer youth center when they’re talking about sexual health and safety, and she breathes deeper.

And she shakes her head.

Alex blinks and squints, looking down at her like she’s focusing through a fog for a long moment.

And then her hands drop away and she backs away so hard, so quickly, Maggie almost overbalances.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Maggie, I shouldn’t have – it – I’m sorry, I should go – “

“Alex, no. Remember what you told me? That it’s a relationship, and you don’t get to walk out? You don’t get to walk out, Ally. I don’t…”

She takes an enormous gulp of mostly air and she reaches out for Alex’s hands, and Alex takes hers, and the rapidly-forming pit in Maggie’s stomach shrinks somewhat.

She continues softer, continues quieter, continues with one of her hands leaving Alex’s to stroke her cheek.

“Alex, I need to be allowed to say no without you getting this upset and wanting to leave.”

Alex’s lip wobbles and she looks for all the world like Maggie just told her they’re breaking up, and she gasps out another apology.

“No, Alex, it’s not… you didn’t do anything wrong. Okay? You didn’t. I was okay with everything – I liked everything – until I said no. And then you stopped. And the whole reason I had the opportunity to say no is because you stopped to make sure. Right? So you didn’t do anything wrong, Danvers. Okay?”

“Do you not… am I not…”

Maggie shakes her head and lets her thumb trace a path down Alex’s trembling jawline.

“Yes, I want you. And yes, you are incredibly attractive. I just… I can’t do the rough and tumble tonight, Alex, I… I don’t want to.”

She tilts her head and studies Alex’s face as she processes, as she thinks it through; studies Alex’s face as she tries to convince herself that Maggie is not rejecting her, that Maggie is not angry with her, that Maggie just doesn’t want to have sex right now.

She watches as Alex nods slowly, and her own heart rate settles down, because god, god, god does she love this woman.

“But,” she offers quietly, and Alex brings still shaky eyes to meet hers, “seems like you had a pretty rough day. So even though rough sex isn’t on the menu, I can offer you fairly aggressive cuddles.”

A grin starts to tug at Alex’s mouth and a spark starts to return to her dulled, terrified eyes as she tilts her lips to the side.

“Aggressive cuddles, Sawyer? Is it even possible to cuddle aggressively?”

“Oh, Danvers. Come. Let me show you. Okay?”

She lets Alex hold her firm, hold her hard, hold her close, every single curve of their bodies snug against each other like puzzle pieces.

“I love you, Maggie,” Alex whispers, letting the sound of Maggie’s soft breathing and the candles she lit and the music she flipped on block out the agonized moaning, panting, begging, and screaming instead of ecstatic moaning, panting, begging, and screaming.

She would never have thought it would work.

But Maggie’s body is soft and pliant, and Maggie’s body is safe, and Maggie wraps her own hands over Alex’s arms around her body, cradling Alex to her even as Alex cradles Maggie to herself.

And god, does it work.

Shawn's Houston Q&A Breakdown
  • "Do you have any pets?
  • -I use to had a hamster, a cat but she was super old, and 2 birds but one flew away last week"
  • "Who inspired you to write songs?
  • "Lots of people, Ed Sheeran was a big inspiration of mine, so is John Mayer."
  • Someone spoiled Grey's Anatomy for Shawn today lmao "I'm not there yet okay", poor him
  • A fan: how do you feel when you go home?
  • Shawn said he loves it but it feels different since he's moved to Toronto
  • "I don't mind lettuce. I can dig lettuce sometimes. Not tomatoes, don't mind lettuce though."
  • Shawn said there's a lot of things going on right now but that we will see them soon
  • "when did you start playing guitar?
  • -I started when I was 14"
  • "What's your favorite music video you filmed?
  • -I think either Mercy or TNHMB, they were very challenging cause it had a lot of acting"

W廿ω廿) < Sometimes maids and gardener came, but I love cleaning so it’s not really a problem. My parents also come home about twice or thrice a month so everything is alright. …though, sometimes strange things happened.. like when I’m home the room is already cleaned.. or when I sleep someone tucked in my blanket..–ah! No, no. Don’t mind me. I’m just talking to myself.

(( Click the picture to see them! ))

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Can I request a scenario in which our little green bean Midoriya takes his crush out on a successful movie date, walks them home, and then kisses them. Like his reaction when he finally sits down on his bed and realizes what just happened? If that's too specific I'm sorry! Thank you <3

(Don’t be sorry; it’s perfect! I love how you called Midoriya ‘little green bean’! He is Best Broccoli Boi ^^ Sorry for not focusing too much on his reaction…)

It was the opening day for the All Might movie, and Midoriya couldn’t wait to see it. His heart thumped with excitement, and he was ready to analyze all of the scenes and each moment and every single word of the movie.

Happily, he smiled at his crush. “Are you ready to see the movie? I can’t wait! I heard that All Might might drop by the theaters to give out movie merchandise!” He opened the doors to the theater building, barely containing his euphoria.

They looked back at him, an equally excited smile smearing their face. “I’m ready!”

The building was crowded. Midoriya’s eyes widened; he expected a lot of people, but wow. There were adults, teenagers, and children flooding the place, and lines of people in front of the ticket booths. Midoriya was relieved that he and his crush had pre-ordered tickets.

When they entered their designated theater room, Midoriya was beaming. He couldn’t believe this was happening- he was on a date with his lover, and they’d be watching a new movie about his favorite hero!

They walked, side by side, looking for seats. The perfect seats, Midoriya knew, were smack dab in the middle of the theater. He practically skipped with joy and easily reclined in his seat. His crush did the same.

Midoriya looked around him. The room was quite full, and he blushed when he saw a teenage couple next to him making out. Swiftly, he averted his eyes. His crush must have seen the two kissing; they started to get red, too. Midoriya and his crush sat besides each other, awkwardly and somewhat stiffly. He bit his lip nervously, hoping the tension would dissipate.

It was then when the theater screen widened, the theater lights dimmed, and the speakers boomed with All Might’s clear and loud voice.

Midoriya nearly died of excitement.

The movie was over, and Midoriya’s hands were on his mouth. It was perfect…everything about the movie was beyond perfect. His mind was buzzing with fan theories, whirring with the potential meaning behind the cliffhanger and the suspicious villain’s sudden disappearance.

He glanced at his crush, then inhaled. He exhaled. “CRUSH/ NAME, THAT MOVIE WAS AMAZING! What do you think happened to that villain? Why was All Might not at the ending of the movie? Will there be a sequel? I need a sequel. I mean, it’d be great, right, having a sequel?” Immediately, he flushed, coming to his senses. “Ah, sorry for overwhelming you!”  

“You can fanboy as much as you want,” they responded, grinning, “because, I feel the same way! It was a terrific movie. You should tell me all of your fan theories on the way home!”

The two were in a bit of a debate as they exited the theater. Although Midoriya was disappointed that All Might was not giving out movie merchandise at this particular theater, he was happy to engage in a conversation with his crush.

“Eh, you really think so?” his crush inquired, skeptical. “I think the movie makers left it as a cliffhanger because they were too lazy to wrap things up.”

“No, no…They couldn’t have been lazy! There’s got to be a sequel. The new movie would have the villain, but stronger. Yet despite their new strength, All Might would crush them!” Midoriya protested.

They were nearing his crush’s home. Feeling a little put down because he wouldn’t be able to spend more time with them, Midoriya pouted a little. “Eh, time to go, now?”

They looked equally upset about leaving. “Time to leave, already? Well…this date was really fun. If there ever is a sequel, we’ll have to watch it together. You’re such a cute nerd, sometimes.”

Brightening, and trying to ignore his blush, Midoriya smiled. “We’ll have to go out again, then! And, uh…heh…you’re a cute nerd, too.”

A moment of silence passed between the two, and tentatively, MIdoriya scooped up his crush’s hands in his. His crush’s cheeks were a soft pink-red, and they reminded him of strawberries. He resisted the temptation to laugh. Smiling, Midoriya leaned in closer and then brought his hands up to caress their cheeks.

His lips parted slowly, brushing the top of his crush’s mouth.

Shock registered on their face, and they hesitantly closed their eyes and embraced Midoriya. He, content, also hugged his s/o back, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the warmth of this kiss.

The kiss was their first one ever, and it was short yet sweet. When Midoriya opened his eyes, he was startled to see his crush’s face– a deep crimson color.

“Mi-midoriya!” they whispered, shocked. “You…you…”

What? He blinked, trying to register what they were saying. Nothing was…he didn’t do anything out of the ordinary, right? “Uh, bye, crush/name!” he called out, breaking into a full sprint, running to his house.

He opened the door and burst into his room, collapsing onto his bed. Nothing out of the ordinary happened, right? He took his crush to the movies. They enjoyed the movies. He walked them home. Yeah, everything was fine. He laughed to himself softly, and he sat upright with crossed legs. Everything worked out beautifully…nothing went wrong…Then…what about…the KISS…

No way. Realization seeped into Midoriya’s veins, and he gasped. He made the first move. He kissed them. He KISSED HIS CRUSH!!! Cheeks turning a crisp tomato red, Midoriya screamed in horror. Was that some dream?

He put his hands to his face and groaned. “No way! No way!” Mortified, he cried out, “Ehhhh, did I really do that?!”

flatsound sentence starters
  • "Tonight I walked through a field that used to scare me more than I scared myself."
  • "I wish I had known you then."
  • "It was never death that interested me; it was the idea of an opportunity to follow a cold breeze that promised to take me anywhere but here."
  • "I’m sorry you thought this couldn’t work, because I’ve never wanted anything more in my entire life than to prove that it could."
  • "You were not my world, you were my universe."
  • "And I wonder if that’s what it feels like to die."
  • "Why do I wait, wondering how long it’ll take you to admit it?"
  • "I’d rather keep my mouth shut then start to say what I can’t finish."
  • "I sit here wondering if anything you said was true."
  • "We both noticed something had changed."
  • "I called you up again today and you didn't pick up."
  • "I didn't expect it to happen this quickly, you know?"
  • "I sit here and I worry about myself so much."
  • "I wanted you to care, I wanted you to be nosy, I wanted you to be there."
  • "I know it's stupid of me to say that you don't care, I mean, of course you do, but I want you to care so much more."
  • "I can't be around all these people who all my life have tried to change me."
  • "I can't hide who I am."
  • "I will be happy for the first time in my whole life."
  • "It makes me feel good, makes me feel pretty."
  • "I will go to sleep; just know you’ll be in my dreams."
  • "If I cry, it won’t be because of you."
  • "You don’t have to wait or pretend that he’s just your friend."
  • "It scares me more than I'd like to admit."
  • "My only problem lately is I've got too much time so all I'm left with is that what's on my mind."
  • "I left out everyone and all I have at the end of the day is that what's on my mind."
  • "Say I came back today, would I have a spot in your heart?"
  • "I cheated with your ex best friend."
  • "You can't stand in my doorway for long."
  • "It's eleven o'clock, he's expecting you home."
  • "I'll walk you up the hill to your car."
  • "No, don't let go, don't let this die."
  • "I just need to know what I did to ruin this and turn your body cold."
  • "If you walk through that door there will be no us."
  • "I thought you were being distant."
  • "I did not mean to make this the worst night of your life."
  • "I need you to know what happened."
  • "I saw you walking by, you didn't say hi, you didn't even smile."
  • "You're not the only one who's feeling anxious toward the bullshit that's attached to growin' up."
  • "You said things would stay the same; well, have they?"
  • "I know you're scared, but you'll never get better if you keep running away."
  • "Sometimes you need to be self centered to understand yourself better."
  • "I'm not in the mood to stick around."
  • "Every day I think about you and why you had to turn into my enemy, when all I need's my friend."
  • "Look at me and see how much I've changed since you left."
  • "Well, is this what you wanted, for me to admit that this fucking hurts?"
  • "I was never good at talking smoothly."
  • "Now I don't remember how you speak; I mean, it comes to me in dreams, but by morning, I lose everything you ever said."
  • "I'm not perfect, I think I'm quite the opposite, I'm nothing to adore."
  • "Perfection is opinion and nothing more."
  • "I'll be here waiting when your plane lands."
  • "Hi, my name is none of your concern."
  • "I like the way you make me feel at home."
  • "It wasn’t a mistake - so please dont think it was."
  • "I didn’t have a lot to drink, I just needed a bit for confidence."
  • "They won't find out, no one cares enough about it to run their mouths."
  • "Just please, when you’re ready to go, try not to make it so painful."
  • "Will you write another sad, sad song?"
  • "It's obnoxious and it's useless to fight a war you're losing."
  • "This might be your only chance."
  • "Is it you who calls the shots?"
  • "I don't know why they're choosing to confide in someone who will talk about anything."
  • "There are people who miss me and I don't know why they're investing all their time into someone with my history."
  • "Why did you say that I was one in a million? Because I believed it."
  • "I thought I had something that you were too scared to lose."
  • "I also saw how often you say goodbye."
  • "Things were never supposed to be this good."
  • "Nothing I can say now would justify a thing, just know I'm sorry."
  • "I just wanted to say I hope you're okay."
  • "You're already hurt, I'm scared that if you put your trust in me, I'll make it worse."
  • "You're still so young, you have room to grow into something amazing."
  • "You won't remember who I am."
  • "I can't live with the chance that this feeling's ever coming back."
  • "I don't hate you, but honey, this still hurts."
  • "I'm not dumb, I know everything."
  • "That liquid he consumes makes him speak the truth."
  • "Look at me, because I exist."
  • "It's a shame that we're not soulmates because if I didn't know better, I'd say this feels pretty good."
  • "You've been gone for too long, why'd you go?"
  • "Is this what you think it means to be responsible?"
  • "I went to class, you didn't show up."
  • "I thought we said that we'd keep in touch."
  • "So live up to the name you’ve been making for yourself."
  • "Last night you had that dream again, the one where you try and run from your fears but you can’t because you’re wearing fabulous stilettos."
  • "If I were the sun, I'd shine my light on you and leave the people that hurt you cold."
  • "We’re fighting again, more than usual."
  • "I’m sorry about being me."
  • "I'll sleep on the couch."
  • "Bring me a cat to be my best friend."
  • "It isn’t like you ever said that you were committed to the thought of me and only me."
  • "I can’t believe I spent all morning trying to tell you I’m sorry about yesterday."
  • "You smell like the devil but you feel like the lord."
  • "I didn’t dodge all your bullets, I just denied that they hit me."
  • "If I told you I loved you would you reach out and touch me?"
  • "I wish we had just gone to bed."
  • "This could have worked."
  • "The best part of that whole song was skipping ahead to Nicki Minaj."
  • "I will not make the same mistake twice."
  • "I know you never really liked people, I didn't mean to make that worse."
  • "I still know the roads that take me to your street."
  • "I know I promised that we'd talk more it's just, I'm surprised you even want to talk at all."
  • "I'm so scared that you still think I'm the one who gave up."
  • "The plans we made were never mistakes, they just didn't work for us."
  • "You always knew the deal that we made and what this was worth."
  • "I'll go to sleep at a decent time when I find something worth waking up for."
  • "I keep checking my phone to see you haven’t called at all."
  • "I thought I was the best part of your life, now I’m pretty sure that I was wrong."
  • "You’re impossible to read so if you love me, come clean."
  • "I’ll refer to you as my special love, the one that set me free."
  • "I’m feeling lost in towns that were my home."
  • "It's my own body, I did what I wanted."
  • "It’s not that I don’t have words to say, I just don’t want to be the one that speaks them."
  • "Your only flaw is that you’re flawless.”
  • "I’m so full of shit, I’m surprised you bought it."
  • "Well congratulations, I didn’t know you two had made things so official."
  • "Don’t call me when it fizzles; in fact, don’t call me at all."
  • "What a beautiful sight to see you alive."
  • "I can't hold you responsible anymore."
  • "I'm lost now in the thrill of it."
  • "I just want to lay in bed with you."
  • "I'll throw everything I have into the flames just to make it last."
  • "There are reasons that I can't stay."
  • "I built my life around watching everything you do."
  • "I wonder if you're having fun."
  • "You said you were done; well, how done?"
  • "I want to believe that I really don't need him."
  • "I can't wait until I see your face and my brain feels nothing."
  • "I would never want you to stop your life."
  • "You were always a shitty friend."

nightt-mary  asked:

It's me agaaaaiin, sorry if i'm bothering you, but i can't help myself, i love your drabbles, and i absotutely love the last one you made, the Brett x Nolan (even if i shipp Gabe and Nolan really hard). So i'm here to ask again, another Brett x Nolan, this time 14, 58 and 60, please? (Also, sorry for the terrible english)

14: “This isn’t what it looks like.”
58: “Is that my sweater?”
60: “You look… Wow.”


Of all the things Brett expected to see when he got home from lacrosse practice, a sleeping Nolan in his bed wasn’t one of them. It wasn’t an unpleasant surprise, by any means, but Brett found himself at a loss for what to do as he stood in the doorway of his room, sweaty and dirty and staring at Nolan curled up on his bed, a soft smile on his sleeping face.

“Damn,” Brett whispered. He crept forward and bit his lip, wondering if he should wake Nolan up himself, or get in the shower and allow the noise from the bathroom to do it for him.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to make that decision because as soon as he got closer, Nolan shifted and his eyes fluttered open, revealing stunning baby blue irises that stared at him curiously.

“Hey,” Brett said softly, smiling. “Did you have a nice nap?”

Nolan bolted upright, rubbing his eyes. “Th-this isn’t what it looks like!” he said, his voice still thick from sleep. “I was just - I mean - I didn’t mean-“

“It’s okay,” Brett chuckled, but his smile quickly disappeared. “Is that my sweater?”

Nolan blushed deeply and twisted the hem of the dark green hoodie he was wearing between his hands. The sleeves went all the way down past his fingertips, and it was long enough to reach his thighs, making it practically swallow him whole. “Maybe,” he said slowly. “It’s just - I was cold, and I didn’t - didn’t think you’d mind, so…”

“No no, it’s okay,” Brett muttered. “You look… Wow.”

Nolan blushed harder. “You - you should probably get a shower,” he muttered. “You stink.”

Brett laughed. “Sure thing.” He ducked his head to place a kiss on Nolan’s cheek. “Be right back.”

Nolan nodded. “Kay,” he said as he watched his boyfriend walk away.


A/N: Fluff!! All the fluff!! I’m so glad I got you to like this pairing! And you don’t have to apologize, you’re not bothering me at all :D I hope you enjoyed, friend! Thanks so much for reading and as always, feel free to let me know what you think!

-Mod Kai

anonymous asked:

One of my fellow coworkers is leaving the country to go back home soon. Really upset as he was a great worker & really made me feel comfortable at work when I was new. But I'm happy that he gets to see his dog, family & the girl he loves again. He never shuts up about them! 😜😜

betty x archie headcanons
  • archie brings betty flowers on every. single. date. roses, tulips, sunflowers- different types of flowers every time. he says that she deserves no less, and it never fails to make her blush.
  • sometimes archie convinces betty to go to the gym and he tries to be her personal trainer but ends up frustrating her because he’ll tell her she’s doing basically everything wrong and try to correct it.
  • archie is the king of chivalry. he walks betty to school, to each of her classes, he opens doors for her, pulls her chair out for her, carries her bag for her. she always tells him that it’s unnecessary, really, she can do it for herself, but he insists. she doesn’t mind as much as she lets on.
  • he writes songs for her. some of them are silly and sound terrible, and some of them are unbelievably beautiful. he shows her most of them, but he has an entire notebook full of songs about betty that nobody knows about.
  • when she’s sick, he comes to her house and sits beside her bed and sings to her softly, all of her favorite songs he’s written about her. sometimes his voice alone makes her feel better.
  • the’re basically always holding hands. whether they’re at school, at one of their houses, at pop’s- anywhere. they hold hands and archie rubs the outside of her hand with his thumb.
  • sometimes, when betty’s parents are being particularly horrible, she sneaks out and goes over to archie’s. she just likes to lay in his bed for a while, his scent and often his voice calming her down and making her feel safe again. 
  • betty loves dancing with archie. anywhere, any time of day, they put their arms around each other and just sway, or sometimes they jump around and dance crazily, depending on their moods. it usually ends with both of them in such a violent giggling fit they nearly fall over.
  • whenever archie’s had a rough day, or reggie gave him a hard time at practice, or he has writer’s block and can’t write a single verse to save his life, betty shows up with some snacks and they sit on his bed and eat while he tells her all about his day. she offers her best advice sometimes, but mostly she just listens.
  • they spend most of their free time at pop’s. they just sit in their booth and share a shake and a basket of fries, and they talk about anything. sometimes they stay there so long that pop himself has to come ask them to leave, because “it’s an hour and a half past closing and i’d really like to go home soon, kids.”
  • their guilty pleasure is watching disney cartoons together. they act out the cute romantic scenes and sing along to each song. they’re favorite scenes to act out are love is an open door from frozen and i see the light from tangled.
  • just like he promised, archie proposes to betty when they’re eighteen. it’s the summer after they graduated, and he’s set up a whole elaborate date with candles and roses and her favorite dinner. 
  • she says yes.

anonymous asked:

Hi!! Your work is absolutely fantastic! And I truly enjoy reading them! Please if I may ask for a scenario where Revali and Sidon hear their hylian s/o screaming in pain causing them a frighten only to realize that their s/o had only stubbed their toe? THOSE REALLY HURT! I'm just saying! Haha! Thank you, love! <3



The sound of rushing footsteps hit, and through the door came an armed Revali, looking around furiously.

“What is it?! Is there an attacker?! Who- why are you jumping up and done on one leg?”

“Stubbed my toe- hell that hurts!”


“Oh shut it Mr. I-scream-when-I-see-a-spider-”



A scream. From their home. Were they well? Were they under attack? Please don’t let him be too late, please let his aim be true and fast enough to save the- why are they cursing out the door?

“My pearl..?”

“****************door***********-Sidon? Something wrong-ACK!” (Name) was crushed against him, his spear clattering on the ground. “…Sidon..?”

“I… I am glad you are safe.”

anonymous asked:

home /is/ where the heart is :') i just hope one day dean and cas pull up to a house with a fence and a big yard (cause dean loves to mow lawns) and say "we're home" and we just see them kiss before they close the door.. and kind of closing the door on the show, and we hear jensen singing w/ acoustics "carry on my wayward son, there'll be peace when you are done"

nonnie you’re making me cry sto p

ruinandcreationspassage  asked:

My mom just said that my liking of Harley Quinn really irritates her. I told her, "I'm not as bad as some..." I'm glad your grandparents really support you. That's so important, honestly.

Lmao show her my blog to make yourself look better.

Idk why parents get upset when their kids have “weird” interests (aka interests that aren’t their own. Like, my boyfriend really loves trading card games and like Kingdom Hearts and I love to see him be happy like that so it makes me happy. 

I really am honestly so so lucky to have them. I think this every single day. Especially when I come home like “Hey guys, I need to build a giant mallet.” and they’re like “Okay we’ll go to home depot tomorrow.” like…they’re wonderful to me. 

You do you, okay? Your mom doesn’t have to get it, as much as you may want her to. 

quick bob's burgers headcanons

Linda is a mizrahi Israeli adoptee and her family loves her a lot but only told her when she was 18 because they assumed she knew (she didn’t bc she’s Linda.) Bob is endlessly supportive and helps her teach their kids about Judaism bc while they celebrate Christian holidays it seems very unreligous and just a thing for them.

Bob is obviously bisexual. Everyone can see it. Oh my god. He’s Mediterranean, Greek, and Armenian

Louise is autistic and when she’s older (bc she’s nine rn) she realizes she’s a nb aroace lesbian

Tina is autistic and bi (male preference but if the butt fit you must acquit) and polyamorous and gets in a triad with Jimmy Jr. and Zeke

Gene figures he’s pan and genderfluid and needs to be happy, I love him,

skamtrashforlifekl21-21  asked:

Today's clip was so so lovely, can we please see more of that? Just the little smile on Sana's dad's face when she said she wanted to be a surgeon like him? And Sana asking about Jamila (that friendship needs to rise, especially after the I'm just trying to protect you text) I'm worried about Elias though, I'm probably reading too much into it but something about his reaction to the bottle joke seemed off? But I can't pinpoint exactly what :/

Hiiii, my love!!!

YES, OH MAN the clip today? Just felt so authentic and true to home life? It felt SO SO SO familiar!

And I have a gut feeling we could be seeing Jamilla soon, this Friday maybe!

And about Elias, yeah, something’s defoz up with him. His reaction to the bottle joke was, I think, just any standard Muslim boy’s reaction to when their Abba jokes with them about alcohol, they get nervous and play it off, even if they don’t drink, because just …. the thought of alcohol, and your parents, especially your Abba mentioning it, scares us kids because we respect our parents too too much to have them even be suspicious of us being near alcohol, it’d let them down so majorly, and that would make us kids feel so … ashamed?

But yeah, I think it was that guilt and fear and shame talking in Elias, that, “oh shit what does Abba mean? Does he - no, oh thank Allah, he doesn’t know.”

But even besides that though, I still feel/100% believe, that something is up with Elias. Something’s … yeah, under the surface, eating away at him.

anonymous asked:

i'm going to see alien covenant on thursday (at least i probably will) so basically as soon as i get home i'm going to read through your tag for it. ugh. it's gonna suck seeing all of your posts for it and fighting against my urge to ignore the blacklist and clicking to see it anyways


I can’t wait for you to see it! I really hope you’ll enjoy the movie, and if you have any thoughts, please do share them, for I would love to read them! As you might have noticed, I’m a bit chatty when it comes to Alien: Covenant, especially when people ask me about David and Walter… :)

No but seriously come back because we’ll have to talk about David’s pouring skills. ;)

Shake it, shake it. :)