i love those yeah

i’m reading a very manly 1950s account of a hunt for el dorado but i’m thirty pages in and the narrator has already described his traveling companion as “handsome” 4 times, “extremely handsome” twice, “exceedingly handsome” once, his voice as “quietly husky” and “a husky whisper,” his fingers as long and deft, his body as “tall and cat-like,” and his eyes as some variation of ice-blue at least three times.

just men being dudes. dudes being pals. it’s great. this is great.

1x11 “Scarecrow”
Standing Tall

headband tae??? CAN I GET A HELL YEAH

(ref cr. mbc)

5

She wears strength and darkness equally well,
the girl has always been half goddess, half hell.

Craig got quiet then, too. Good quiet.

You know what i miss? Big ensemble fics with interweaving plot lines about conflict and relationships that make me feel like I’m watching a 10-part mini series from a channel i haven’t paid for

2

oh. oh.

Waiting

Draco was tired of waiting.

He came to the conclusion that waiting was the biggest waste one could do with their life.

And he had wasted a lot of his life already.

He had waited for his father to acknowledge him, to show him he was proud of his son.

He had waited for his mother to stand up to his father, whenever he had talked her down, whenever he had treated her like less than his wife.

He had waited for his friends to come to his rescue when he had needed them most, to save him from himself.

And he had waited for the stupid prat to notice him. Really notice him. To look beyond the petty insults and his sneering.

For years Draco had been waiting.

He had waited in vain. But not anymore.

Draco was sick of waiting.

What had he even waited for? For him to come to the right conclusion, when Draco hid his true intentions so well? For him to realise what was really going on?

He probably would have to wait forever.

No. He would have to take matters into his own hands. And whyever should he not?

Yes, it was time to act.

Draco focused on the mop of black hair across the Great Hall.

He was sick of waiting.

He got up, marched over to the Gryffindor table and grabbed Potter by his robes. Without waiting for his reaction, Draco started dragging him out of his seat.

There was a yelp and shouts of protest, but Draco didn’t care.

He was so sick of waiting.

“Malfoy, what are you doing?” Potter shouted, shoving at Draco’s hands.

Draco ignored him and dragged him out of the Great Hall.

He could hear Weasley and Granger shout something at him. He heard footsteps behind him, indicating that several people were following him. Potter was still trying to get out of his grip.

Draco had wanted to find a more secluded place to do what he wanted to do next, but when the shouts behind him only got louder, he turned around and glared at them.

“You want to watch? FINE! I don’t even care anymore!”

He tightened his grip on Potter’s robes as he pulled him towards him forcefully.

Because he was so tired of waiting.

His mouth crashed with Potter’s and suddenly everything went silent.

Draco had thought it would be rougher, that Potter would try to fight him more. Apparently he was just shocked. He stiffened as Draco moved his lips against the other boy’s. He buried his hands in his hair like he had dreamed of so many times.

He had waited for this so long. This was it.

Or was it?

Draco suddenly noticed Potter moving and braced himself to be pushed away at any second. Instead, tentative fingers curled around his hips to pull him closer.

Draco was sure there were gasps and murmuring, but he didn’t hear any of it.

His whole mind, his whole body was so consumed by Potter. Potter, who was kissing him back.

Yes. This was what he had been waiting for all this time.

If only he had stopped waiting sooner.

anonymous asked:

favorite fic?

hello hello, i don’t have like an ultimate fave fic but a few so here they are (no order i adore every single one):


You don’t even know me by @cuteandtwisted 

It’s not done yet, but i -no lie- read this 3 times in the past week. but i recommend the whole “in every universe” series. i read every fic in there and they are amazing!!! absolutely adore her writing style. the dynamic is so beautiful. and i cried a lot…

I didn’t mean to kiss you (you didn’t mean to fall in love) by @tarjeiandhenrik

Also not finished but viki writes isak and evens dynamic amazingly, i highly highly recommend reading it. i love the whole idea of the story.

And if in that moment by @littlespooneven

this is not like a fic it’s more of an one shot. and i also reread this a lot of times! ciara is hands down my favorite fic writer. i adore every single thing she writes and i think EVERY fic that she has on ao3 (and on tumblr) is worth the read!!! 

Sideways and Slantways by @westiris

this fic will always have a special place in my heart. it’s so so so beautifully written. there is so much emotion in it and you feel everything. the words are so captivating. and cee cee is also an amazinggg fic writer!!

In better light, everything changes by @isakevy

oh this fic. this is like one of my absolute favorite things in the whole world. i never ever laughed so much while reading a fic, and just the whole dynamic between isak and even is so so beautiful and breathtaking. if you haven’t read this one, i highly suggest you do!

Half Blade and Half Silk by @supermansplaining or smokeshop on ao3

i only just started this fic but it’s honestly so amazing. i reread it 3 times in 24 hours. it’s that good. it can maybe be a bit rough, but hand to my heart it’s so damn worth reading. 


those are some of my favorite fics but if you want more here i have like a bookshelf with fic recs (this isn’t updated and for some reason i can’t add more so i just gave up but those are also amazing)

i’m just saying that i love him more than i should and it makes me queasy but it makes me happy like one of those carnival rides you tried when you were seven and whenever you think about you get this weird sad punch of nostalgia about spinning lights and a warm night where everything actually felt good. i’m just saying that a lot of people have said they love me and i’ve said the same but it wasn’t until he drove three hours out of his way just to bring me chicken noodle soup that i realized love is less about the words and more about the actions of three a.m. when you’re both drunk and honest. what i’m saying is that love looks different from the inside. like i had no idea how to read and he showed up with an entire story.

2

You need to be more self aware. I’m surprised you think you can choose your own image. From the audience’s perspective, you’re just a piglet and a kitten.

anonymous asked:

SHIRO WITH A METAL SKELETON, GO!!!

I’ve been sitting on this one for awhile, Nonny.  It’s Time.


It didn’t take them long to figure out something was different about Shiro.  Only long enough for them to warm up to each other.

The first time was after training.  For the first time, they finally beat a higher level Gladiator, with enough skill and training that Allura had nothing serious to criticize.

Hunk whooped, punching a fist in the air and pulling off his headband to dab at the sweat on his forehead.  “That’s how you do it,” he huffed out, beaming widely.  Reaching out, he snagged Lance around the chest and heaved him up with one arm, both of them laughing.

“Me next!” Pidge called, more than a little mused herself.  She hadn’t been kidding when she said she sweated a lot, it seemed.  So Hunk grabbed her with his other arm, and spun both of them around in a gleeful circle.

Once Lance and Pidge were both set back down, pressed together and giggling, Hunk turned to Keith, arms spread wide.  “Now you.”

For a moment, Keith narrowed his eyes, but then he sighed and spread his own arms, letting Hunk engulf him in a hug that made his spine bend with the pressure.  “Thanks, Hunk,” Keith managed, voice strangled.

“Of course,” Hunk replied back, tone sunny, but there was a hint of mischief to his eyes.  “And then one for our Glorious Leader.”

“You can have all the hugs you want if you don’t call me that.”

Hunk snickered.  “No promises.”  But he wrapped his arms around Shiro’s waist and heaved up to try and pick him off the floor.

Instead, Hunk stumbled back, eyes wide and mouth falling open.  “Shiro, you’re heavy.”

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