i meant to do this like two months ago

realizing you’re on the ace spectrum like

“I’d hit that.” “You… you don’t even know them though??”

“Oh come on, everyone has a list of celebrities they’d totally have sex with if they had a chance.” “Haha yeah ok” *internally* what

"Ya so like for the past few years I’ve felt zero attraction to people I wasn’t friends with first?? Lol what’s up with that”

Why did you have to have sex with them?? Couldn’t you just hold it?? Like pee??

“You’ll meet someone who makes you feel like that someday, don’t worry” “……sounds fake but ok”

“Sex is an important part of a relationship! Everyone has sexual needs!” “….sounds fake but ok”

“Dude that girl is so hot” “I know right?? Look at her fucking eyeliner. Goals. The fuck.” “No I meant like… look at that ass” “Are we looking at the same person are you really focussing on her ass look at how visually appealing her outfit is and dont you dare fuckin tell me that eyeliner isnt fierce as hell

“Aesthetic attraction and sexual attraction are two different things” *puzzle pieces vERY RAPIDLY FALLING INTO PLACE*

*staring at the ceiling at two-thirty in the morning* i could die a virgin and i would regret absolutely nothing

“What’s your ideal girl like?” “Uh… my best friend?” “Oh cute, you want your girlfriend to be the one who knows you best!” “No I meant I am literally only attracted to my best friend she is my ideal girl please help I am dying”

“We’ve been dating for six months and we still haven’t had sex!!” “Have you marathoned Star Wars together yet?” “Yeah we did that like two weeks ago” “Well what more do you want

*thinking about an attractive woman* *dissecting my entire personality and sexuality to figure out why I’m attracted to her this time* is it the muscles. Oh my god is this a sex thing. Oh my god what the hell is this. Oh my god what the fuck is the wtf the fuck the fUCK

*Next day* Zarya could punch me in the face while eating me out and I’d let her but only because she’s a fictional character and therefore could literally never do that

*writing fanfic* ONLY CLOSE FRIENDS HAVE SEX BC ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ELSE MAKES SENSE TO ME

(why is that tho. maybe i should look into that *doesnt look into it*)

“What do you find most attractive in a girl?” “Gotta love those strong emotional bonds” “No I meant like what’s a turn-on for you?” “DID I McFUCKING STUTTER”

*staring at the ceiling at two-thirty in the morning again* sexual attraction should be added to the cryptid wikia

“Yeah sex sounds like a great stress reliever and a nice way to strengthen the bonds between you and your partner(s)” “Well there’s more to it than that…” *The Arctic Monkey’s Do I Wanna Know starts playing in my head* “Haha ok buddy”

"There’s more to being ace than just not being interested in having sex or not feeling sexual attraction. In fact there’s a whole spectrum. You may even feel sexual attraction sometimes but still be ace. You can also be gay and ace at the same time.” “…bro.” “Also it’s totally normal.” *sobbing* “…bro. Bro there are words for it there’s an entire list oh my god-”

“-finally.”

My Partner Leaves Me & Buzzfeed Encourages Me To Try Pilates

To buy a new set of sheets.

I tell my friends loudly, I will not wallow
as I purchase $40 of cereal marshmallows from the internet
in a transaction I will later come to regret
both for the resulting identity theft
but also because I really wanted those cereal marshmallows
and don’t know if I can handle another disappointment.

Buzzfeed says,
go to a new bar and flirt with a stranger.

I get stoned with my mother’s friends
and watch the classic 1984 breakup film
The Terminator,
not-not-crying as Arnold takes the screen,
all smoke and metal, and

what more could you ask for than this?

to be huge and loud and indestructible?

listen, I know exactly how too-much I am,
I have lived in this machine my whole life,

this is not the first time love has left me
scratching at my skin,
praying to withstand just one more burning,

Buzzfeed believes I would benefit from a meal plan service.

I pause the movie to curate a plate of Oreos,
Waffles & Syrup on a bed of Double Stuf,
then carefully place the Fireworks Oreos
in the garbage where they belong,
because they are just second-rate Pop Rocks
and I deserve better than that shit.

Onscreen, Arnold tosses a guy from a phone booth,
flips through the listings until he finds her,

and as he pulls up to the driveway,
I am the only one holding my breath.

Arnold knocks on the door and it opens,
he says Sarah Connor?
and she says,
yes,
(her only line in the movie)
and then he shoots her like twenty-two times,
and moves on to the next Sarah Connor in the phone book.

Six months ago,
my friend Megan asked me, do
you think you would marry him?
and I laughed into the phone, said
that would be a disaster,

meant,
that would be a disaster, but
I’d do it in a heartbeat if he asked,

meant,
of course, I’m not the one he’s looking for,

but goddamn 
if it didn’t sound like it
when he said my name

Stage Door (Daveed x Reader)

Pairing: Daveed Diggs x Reader

Summary: The whole “you see color when you touch your soulmate” deal. It’s fluff (and smut. There’s some in there).

A/N: Thank you thank you thank you for reading. You’re all too cool for me.


At least it was Friday. You just had to get through a day of work, then you could come home and binge-watch Netflix.  The entry level job you had been given was not challenging, and you spent a majority of your time reading or listening to music.  Though it was tedious it paid well, and you couldn’t complain about being able to make rent for once.  


“Your shirt and pants don’t match.”

You sighed.  Your cubicle-mate had recently met her soulmate, and every day for the past week she had criticized your choice of outfit.  

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An Unexpected Surprise - Part 6 (Final Chapter) - Liam Dunbar Imagine

Word Count: 3,367

Author’s Note: This is the final chapter for this mini-series, which was inspired by FRIENDS. I just had the crazy idea of writing an imagine of Liam being a teenage father, I never expected y’all would want 5 more chapters of it. With that being said, enjoy!

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Liam rolled over to his side when he felt something poke his shoulder. He peeked an eye open, only to see Y/N standing next to his bed with her arms folded to her chest. Liam closed his eye and snuggled his face back into his pillow, believing he was dreaming about Y/N.

She cleared her throat. Liam’s eyes flew wide open, realizing he wasn’t dreaming. “What?!” He gasped as he sat up quickly and alert. “Is it time?!”

“No.”

“Oh,” he yawned as he rubbed his tired, sleepy eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I can’t sleep and it’s all your fault.”

Liam looked at her with furrowed eyebrows. “Me? What did I do?” He asked confused.

“You got me pregnant! I can’t sleep on my back. It’s uncomfortable sleeping on my sides. I wish I could sleep on my stomach, but obviously I can’t. This is your fault,” she placed her hands on full belly. “So, if I can’t sleep, then neither can you.”

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anonymous asked:

not sure if your still doing this but for the prompt thingy 106. “I may die if it gets any colder.” - Marichat

106. “I may die if it gets any colder.” from this prompt list


Obviously

“I’m so cold!”

“So you’ve said.”

“Seriously, I may die if it gets any colder.”

“And you say I’m over the top.”

Chat grinned at the girl sitting on the chaise, wrapped in no fewer than four blankets and letting off pathetic little noises from time to time. His friend pouted and he found it adorably sexy in spite of his desperate attempts not to.

“Chat, I just don’t like the cold. And with the heating only warming up to halfway till it’s fixed, I’m just…struggling.”

“But all those photo albums you showed me have masses of pictures of you in snowball fights and stuff!” he exclaimed as he remembered the multitude of fun cold weather activities he had seen snaps of.

“Funny,” she said, suddenly smirking although he had no idea why, “I’m not sure I showed you that many. I mean-“ her smirk dropped into almost over-exaggerated innocence, “-your reactions to them are what made me decide to show them all off to Alya and Adrien, since they hadn’t seen them before either, but I thought I’d only shown you a couple of pages.”

“Riiight,” he said as his mind scrambled for an excuse, “Well, I flipped through some more quickly when you went to the bathroom later on. The point is, you used to love the cold weather.”

“Yeah, well…in recent months I find myself enjoying it less than I used to,” she huffed.

He chuckled a little at her grumpy attitude, which reminded him a lot of Nino’s little cousin when she couldn’t convince Nino to buy her the toys she wanted. Marinette wore the annoyed tantrum look much better though, and he fought down some wildly inappropriate thoughts which surfaced when he considered that tantrums were usually punished.

His chuckled transformed into an awkward cough as he glanced away.

“Well,” he said, in an attempt to distract her from the blush beginning to form on his face, “they say heat rises, so you’re lucky you have an attic room really.”

“Hmm,” she murmured, “ It does, doesn’t it? I guess I should curl up in bed then. It’s higher up there.”

“Oh,” he said, ears drooping flat against his hair, “I guess I’ll just…go then.”

“Don’t be silly,” she said, standing and making her way up her ladder, “Come up and keep me company. And let me steal your heat.”

He gulped and he was sure she heard it, though she didn’t comment. She gestured for him to follow her up and he sluggishly made his way up her ladder without being entirely sure how he was still remaining co-ordinated at all.

“Umm, how can you steal my heat?” he asked once he reached the top, and was immensely proud of himself for keeping his voice steady, despite the internal discomfort which was starting to climb up through his chest and forcing it’s way into his throat.

“Cuddles obviously.”

Okay. Breathe Adrien he told himself, you kinda knew that was coming. Don’t freak out now.

“Do you-“ he cleared his throat awkwardly as she settled herself on the bed, “cuddle with your other friends?”

“Sure. Alya stays over a lot and she’s a cuddly sleeper.”

“I meant your other guy friends,” he said, “isn’t it a bit weird?”

“I don’t think so,” she said with a coy little smile, “I haven’t cuddled with a guy since I was a little kid, but if one of my close friends wanted to, I wouldn’t even hesitate.”

She reached out her arms for him and he took a deep breath as discreetly as possible before moving forward and sliding in next to her. She immediately wrapped her arms around him and snuggled into his chest, which made him stiffen for a moment before he allowed himself to relax and enjoy the comfort he was feeling being held. He placed his own arms around her in return.

“So how close is a close friend?” he asked, some of his teasing bravado returning.

“Well, you for starters, obviously,” she said and Chat could almost hear her eyes roll, “and obviously Alya because she’s my BFF…”

“And?” he asked, feeling like there was more and she was waiting for his prompting to continue.

“And well…I’ve known Nino forever and I hang out with him a lot because he’s dating Alya now…so I guess he’s the third and final one.”

“Oh,” he said, unable to keep himself from feeling disappointed and a little hurt, “not that model then? Isn’t he that Nino guy’s best friend? So you must hang out with him a lot too right?”

“Well obviously I’d cuddle with Adrien.”

He frowned and looked down at her. She looked up from her spot on his chest to meet his eyes, an amused look on her face.

“But, you said Nino was third and final. Adrien makes four.” She giggled.

“I mentioned you first, you dumb-ass.”

His eyes widened as he made the connection and he would have jumped away from her, had she not clamped her arms around him tighter to hold him in place.

“YOU KNOW!?”

She giggled again and his stomach churned with butterflies at a combination of the pretty sound and his flustered panic over his identity.

“Yup. Since you, as Adrien, mentioned a story I’d told you as Chat without realising you shouldn’t have known it. That was two weeks ago.”

“Why didn’t you say anything before now!?”

“Well, I did freak out a bit at first, but then it just seemed like so much fun to tease you without you understanding that was what I was doing.”

“Teasing me? For wha-”

“So, just how long have you been crushing on me? ‘Cause I only started to notice about a month ago; Only that Chat did of course.”

“Crush!?” he squeaked, “MONTH!?!”

Marinette just giggled.

Forgotten

Pairing: Halfdan x Reader
Summary: In which Reader is infatuated with Halfdan and can’t control herself. 

Warnings: OMG NSFW, swearing, murder mention, rough sex
Length: Do ya’ll even know me @ all? LONG!!
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I couldn’t keep my eyes off them. Almost the whole time we’d been on this boat, one of the many in our fleet, my eyes seemed to drift over on their own. Studying the two lovers as they bobbed against the waves. I watched as Ellisif, oh you poor woman, tucked under her new husbands arm, keeping her warm under his cloak and out of the billowing cold. I could see him kiss the top of her head as we crashed through the water.

Our King would not like what he saw, that was certain. I had run over a of different scenarios and outcomes of how this would play out. With either one of them dead, Gods, maybe he’d kill me too!

King Harald was the one who had left me in charge of our men, getting them ready and prepared to join The Great Heathen Army. I had let this happen on my watch and that alone led me to believe King Harald might actually kill me..

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s-implyperfect  asked:

Could you do 2 and 14 with Bucky? I love your writing!

14. “Take me home… please?”- Bucky Barnes

You’d been dating Michael for 9 months, and although your relationship wasn’t exactly perfect, you stuck by it. That’s why, when he began withdrawing from both you and your relationship, you just put in more effort. When he made some lame excuse for bailing on you last minute, you just blew it off and tried to rearrange whatever you were meant to be doing.

Sitting, alone, in the restaurant you couldn’t help but feel completely humiliated. Michael was meant to be here 2 hours ago, but was still yet to show. Pulling your phone out of your pocket and clicking on Michael’s contact. Letting the phone ring, you sucked in a sharp breath as the receiver clicked on, Michael’s slurred voice sounding in your ear.

“What?” He drawled, voice muffled by the sound of loud music in the background

“Michael? Where are you? You were meant to be here two hours ago?” You sighed, trying to keep your voice even as you spoke.

“I’m out, having fun for a change.” He laughed, the sounds of high pitched giggles and shrieks ringing in your ear.

“But… we had plans? Did you forget?” You murmured, trying to hold back the tears that sprung to your eyes.

“Probably! What does it matter? Not like it was anything important.” He slurred, his voice muffled as he turned his head away from the receiver.

“Michael, this is the third time this month… Do I even matter to you?” You sniffled, opening the door to the restaurant as the cold air ruffled through your clothes.

”No, not really.” He laughed, clearly preoccupied by whatever he was doing. Bringing your hand up to our mouth you held in a sob, adamant to not let him hear you break down.

“Fine.” You whispered, “Don’t bother coming home.”

Hanging up the phone, you lent back against the brick wall, letting your tears run down your cheeks. Scrolling through your phone you clicked on another contact, bringing the phone up to your ear.

“Hey… can you come and get me?” You whispered, voice shaky from your tears.

30 minutes later

Sitting on the curb, you curled your fingers in the fabric of your dress. Hearing the engine of a car, you looked up to be blinded by the beam of headlights. Pushing yourself off the ground, you brushed the dirt off your clothes as the sound of a car door shutting sounded in the background.

“Doll?” The familiar deep voice murmured, their hand cupping your cheek.

“Buck…” You sniffled, burying your face into his neck and letting the tears once again fall freely.

“It’s okay… shhh… I’m here.” Bucky whispered, arms wrapping around your middle and pulling you closer, “I’m gonna kick that crapbag’s ass.” He growled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

Shaking your head, you fisted your hands in his shirt. “Just… take me home… please?” You asked, E/C eyes peering up into his grey ones.

“Of course.” He murmured, arm still around your waist as he guided you to the car.

Your now ex-boyfriend may be a piece of shit, but at least you always knew you had one guy who had your back.

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Return - Part 2 - Jim Kirk

Part 1

Summary: takes place during sequences of star trek beyond; the last few years of episodic space travel have been taxing on jim as his heart remains with you and the abronath remains with him. a trade-off is imminent, however, when he spots you and someone else spots the artifact. (series following loot; no real reason to read it, though)

Warnings: language, lil angsty

A/N: i’m still taggin’ those i used to tag for loot, tell me if you want me to take y’all off the list. extended author’s note at the bottom


You slid onto the booth bench without so much as a greeting to the man that sat before you. You took the drink he was nursing and offered him a small scowl prior to tipping the glass back and draining it of its contents. You both knew a pleasant, emotional greeting was unnecessary.

You scowled deeper and sighed at the burning in your throat. You placed your hand flat on your chest and sighed. “That’s not my drink. Why would you order that?”

“Because it’s my drink,” he told you in a voice that rivaled your own in terms of irritation and a grimace that rivaled yours in terms of depth. You could have smiled at his Southern drawl, though. It still reminded you of warm peach cobbler.

Leonard then gave you a once over and seemed to be dissatisfied with what he saw. “You looked good a few days ago. What happened?”

“Oh, I’ve just been in a bit of a tizzy seeing as we spoke three days ago and you didn’t think to tell me the Enterprise would be docking here.” You cleared your throat and sat back, your head lolling against the cushion behind you. You frowned. “Didn’t even give me a chance to leave the planet.”

“Ain’t allowed to leave the planet while on parole— even I know that.” His scowl was slowly shifting into a half-smile that touched his eyes as if the largest grin. “Besides, Yorktown ain’t so bad once you stop thinkin’ about how a crack in the glass could kill us all— you’re lucky to be here.”

You hummed, smiling at the bartender that set your usual drink before you. Your polite smile turned to a rueful one as you swirled your fingertip over the rim of your glass and sighed. “Anything’s better than a jail cell.”

“Try livin’ on the Enterprise for three years.”

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Thank you

Okay so I don’t like posting things that are not quotes on my blog but today I’m just so happy that I feel like I have to!

Recently, and by recently I mean like ten minutes ago, this blog reached 1000 followers which means a lot to me. I honestly didn’t expect this blog to grow that much in not even two whole months so I would like to thank everybody who likes, reblogs or follows.

I’m sorry if it’s something short, I’m not good with words honestly but I hope the overall message stands out: thanks to everybody who supports this blog.

Chastity- sneak peek

Hi hi~~
Ok so this is the beginning of a fic I’ve been playing with but may/may not ever be finished/completed or published. 

Sooooo 
enjoy~~


The Vongola mansion was surprisingly still and eerily quiet this particular morning. It was a nice cloudy cool day. No fights, no arguments, no unneeded damages.

The guardians for once all sat together, eating their breakfast quietly, enjoying the rare moment of serene pea-

“DAME- TSUUNAAAAAA I’M GOING TO FUCKING MURDER YOU!!!”

All the guardians paled. Then turned to stare at their boss, still calmly consuming his eggs on toast. They had never heard the hitman like this before. Yes he had been mad before, many times in fact. But that anger was always in chilling low tones, that made them wish they were swimming in the arctic with just their underwear instead. It was like the silence of a snake waiting to sink it’s torturous poison into their flesh. Slow, calm, deadly. 

Never had he ever raised his voice to the point that it echoed across the halls. And everyone had to wonder what the brunette must have done to incur such wrath.

Of course they didn’t have to wonder long as loud furious footsteps were heard till the door to the dining room slammed harshly open, revealing a slightly out of breath but enraged nineteen year old ex-Sun Arcobaleno. 

“Tsunayoshi Sawada.” He growled seething, black obsidian promising murder and a fate worse than death. Even Mukuro felt his usual amused smirk falter and pale. Tsuna however seemed to pay no notice to the palpable anger of the hitman, still nibbling on his toast before turning to said man with a smile that failed to reach his eyes. Gokudera and Yamamoto who were sitting right next to him subconsciously shifted away.

“Good morning Reborn, did you have a pleasant… surprise?”

It was faint but there was a small twitch in the older man’s eyes, more than a few were really afraid the hitman was actually going to snap. Well it had been nice knowing their boss. How long has it been, about ten, no, twelve years now?

“Take. It. Off.” Reborn grounded out, the words almost crushed by the weight of restrained wrath. 

Tsuna looked thoughtful as he sipped his delicious coffee before grinning sadistically. 

“No.”

The hitman was ready to lunge at the Vongola Decimo still happily drinking his tea when to his surprise and irritation he felt seven pairs of arms restraining him. 

“Reborn-san! Please calm yourself! I’m sure if you and Tenth just talk it o-” Gokudera began pleading only to be cut off by a harsh snarl.

NO. This is far past talking now.” There was a glint of madness in those black eyes, just waiting to overflow and kill them all right where they stood.

Kufufu, just what on earth did the bunny do?” The male counterpart of the Mist Guardians asked curiously as he was slowly dragged on the floor by a certain raging hitman’s left leg.

“That goddamn idiota-” Reborn began slowly, darkly, like he was taking his time in shredding the words to pieces, “-fucking chained me up!”

There was a silence after that. Then wordlessly Ryohei pulled up the man’s right sleeve he had been clinging onto before, declaring bluntly, “I EXTREMELY don’t see no chains.”

The brunette added a spoonful of sugar into his coffee absentmindedly as he replied rather nonchalantly, “It’s not somewhere you can see.”

All his guardians stiffened and stared at their boss who just smiled that unnerving smile.

“You don’t mean…” Yamamoto began slowly, the smile long gone from his face.

The growl from a certain hitman only confirmed their disturbing suspicions.

“Hibari I suggest you stop staring at my groin or I will rip out your retinas and stuff them up your stupid boyfriend’s ass.”

The skylark grunted but quickly complied. Mukuro was extremely grateful. Reborn did not give two shits. His anger again refocused on his own lover.

“Now Tsuna if you take this off now I will be extremely generous and let this off as a very, very bad joke you pulled.”

The brunette smirked triumphantly at the offer. “No dice Reborn. This is a punishment after all.”

The hitman’s anger faltered, replaced by slight confusion, then stoned his expression. 

“I don’t remember doing anything to incur any sort of punishment to this degree.”

Apparently that was not the correct answer.

The Vongola Decimo’s serene, graceful features contorted into deep barely restrained anger, eyes burning a blazing orange that threatened to destroy all in its vindictive path. “Don’t remember Reborn?! Don’t remEMBER?! WELL LET ME HAVE THE FUCKING HONOURS TO REFRESH YOUR SHITTY MEMORY THEN-”

At was at that moment Lambo chose to escape, no one stopped him, they were too fucking scared to even tear their gaze away from the train wreck happening before them. It also helped that it was becoming increasingly obvious that the conversation was going to head down a path not meant for their youngest guardian’s ears.

“-REMEMBER LAST MONTH WHEN YOU SCREWED ME SEVEN TIMES IN ONE NIGHT?!”

Yep. Definitely not meant for their youngest guardian’s ears. 

Actually Gokudera looked like he was close to a stroke. Reborn however smirked, obviously proud of that moment.

“I do not see your point.“

“WHAT ABOUT TWO WEEKS AGO WHEN YOU REPLACED MY CLOSET WITH CLOTHES THAT EVEN A HOOKER WOULDN’T WEAR?!”

“Now that wasn’t that bad.”

“MY MOTHER VISITED THAT WEEK YOU BASTARD.”

Reborn winced. That had been… an unexpected visit indeed.

“OR MAYBE A FEW NIGHTS AGO WHEN YOU PRACTICALLY HUMPED ME ON EVERY SURFACE IN THE MAIN KITCHEN?”

All the guardians still present paled, even Mukuro looked a bit sick. They eat food cooked from that kitchen!

“Ok so maybe that crossed the line a bit but-“

“A BIT?! YOU HAVE BEEN HORNY 24/7 REBORN AND ME, THE CLEANING CREW AND NOW THE CHEFS ARE SICK OF IT!”

Everyone just stared dumbly at their raging boss. All immensely uncomfortable just being there. Actually they were feeling uncomfortable just existing at this point. Fellow guardians choosing to be fascinated by the ceiling, the floors or the wall closest to their vision, anything to try and ignore the argument before them.

Yamamoto, ever the peacemaker tried to give a reassuring grin. “Maa maa Tsuna, don’t you think the punishment is a little harsh not to mention… unusual? I’m sure Reborn’s learnt his lesson now, maybe you should take it off?”

The Rain Guardian of Vongola flinched as the fiery intense gaze was now boring into his being. If those vivid orange eyes glared at him any harder Yamamoto was sure he’ll combust. Then suddenly the fire died down, the anger was still palpable but instead of a roaring forest fire it had gone down to a burning simmer. For a brief, hope filled, beautiful moment all thought they were finally in the clear.

Then he smiled.

And the room dropped to a spine chilling degree.

“Oh Yamamoto,” Tsuna laughed softly, it held none of it’s usual warmth and affection though. If anything the out of place laughter made the whole situation so much more terrifying. “You and your jokes.”

Sadistic amusement twinkled in brown orange orbs. Reborn hated the fact he knew just exactly where the brunette had picked it up from. The hitman did not deny that the moment he saw that all too familiar glint his stomach dropped and a feeling of foreboding hit him like a bag of bricks. Personally he’d rather the bag of bricks to his current dilemma.

"No, see, Reborn is much too stubborn to have learnt his lesson in just one morning." 

Another giggle. It was eerie. "However if he truly apologises and repents for his previous actions then I promise to take it off.”

The guardians gaped. The hitman silently fumed. 

There were many certainties in the Vongola family; Gokudera would always be incredibly protective of his boss, Mukuro and Hibari will always fight, no one ever approaches Tsuna before his second cup of morning coffee unless absolutely necessary. 

And possibly the most important and stubborn of them all- Reborn does. not. apologise.

The brunette knew this better than anyone, though he merely smiled a sickly sweet obviously fake smile at his furious lover. “I see.” Caramel brown flashed vibrant orange for a split second indicating that the all-knowing hyper intuition had flared. “Well then,” Tsuna nodded dismissively at his guardians and lover as he picked up his cup to drink from. “Have a pleasant morning. Now if you excuse me, I have a nice cup of coffee that needs drinking and paperwork to be filed.”

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09/09/2017; It’s time for the Speeches

After Luka made all of us laugh, Daddy Steen gave us advice about letting daughters go and the Bennett’s shared some wise words about marriage….it’s my turn now and I’m seriously just trying not to cry again because I’m not sure how many tears my mascara can handle anymore….


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Snippet of an angel!Sam fic in the works.

Wordcount: 487


He is aware of a human soul, called by the name Sam Winchester, that is adrift in the cosmos where no human has ever been (where no human should ever be). He is aware of this in the same way that he is aware of a human infant laughing, and of a dolphin jumping into the air, and of a housecat asking for food, and of a mouse running in the rain, and of a firefly’s light, and of every microorganism in a backyard pond.

He is aware of these in the same way that he knows there is a star formation nearby, and there is a black hole billions of light-years away, and in between there is a galaxy spiraling into itself, and a solar system in perfect balance, and a sun about to collapse, and a planet scarred by asteroids, and a moon being pulled apart by gravity, and a comet burning itself into nothing.

The cosmos is not silent. Every atom and molecule that forms matter, every void of emptiness in between — the whole universe sings a lament. All of creation is weeping; everything that exists is crying out.

He knows everything, and he knows nothing. He sees all, and is blind. He does not feel anything — nor does he know why he should, or what it would be if he did. He hears the lamentations of creation and does not wonder why he remains silent.

He exists. For an eternity, for a moment, for a millisecond that is an eon.

Then he hears a voice. “Listen,” it says, in the same language as creation, but saying something entirely different. “Hear me.” The sound of it is faraway, and unclear, and unceasing. “Listen.”

“Hear me,” it says, and he reacts. He inclines his consciousness towards it, and finds that it has a source, that it comes from a specific direction.

“Listen,” it says, and he moves. Celestial wings catch matter and nothingness alike, and propel him towards the voice.

“Hear me,” it says, and he moves faster, because the voice is changing, beginning to sound like the galaxies and formations and universe around him, because there is a sadness to it.

“Listen,” it says, and though it has the sadness of creation, there is something else that makes him move faster still.

Hear me,” it says, and it is desperate.

The universe weeps, but it is resigned and weary. This voice cries out, and it has a similar sadness, but it is fierce and urgent and he feels it.

Listen,” the voice says, and he listens.

Hear me,” it pleads, and he hears.

Please come home,” it cries, and he sees the star that is the Sun and the blue planet called Earth, and once he breaches the atmosphere he hears a human voice echoing the same words, and he knows, he knows that voice — and he sees his family and he is home.



I’m looking for feedback, if anyone’s willing to send some. ^^ Does this sound like something you would read? Is the ending too abrupt? Is the abruptness acceptable if this is only meant to be a mini-chapter partway through a fic, not a standalone story?

(I might edit this to tag one or two people, but I dunno. I’ve never shared a snippet before, and I’m a bit shy to show this to a writer that I respect.)

((EDIT: you know what I’m just going to do it. *deep breath* Hi @semirahrose, welcome to the beginning of the madness that started when I encountered the idea of angel!Sam on your blog a couple of months ago. xD))

I should have guessed this would happen
From the list of exes
From the fact that all the relationship break ups had been ‘their fault’
From the constant warnings from my friends
From the doubts I felt the entire time
But the longest I’d been with someone before him was one night
And it felt nice to finally be wanted

And I should have guessed this would happen
When I apologised for things that weren’t my fault
Again
And again
And let things go
Again
And again
Because it was easier than arguing
But I spent hours crying onto my friends as they told me they hated him
And that I could do so much better

And I should have guessed this would happen
When he chose to see people over me
But still assured me that I was his ‘babygirl’
Even though he kissed 2 girls because he ‘thought we’d broken up’
And I knew the whole time that he still texted his exes

And I should have guessed this would happen
Because it took him 6 months and a ‘break’ to make it official
But I just figured ‘this is better than being alone’ right
And it wasn’t like I had any other offers
So I made excuses for the fact that he made me cry more times than he made me smile
And that I expected to hear I’d been cheated on every time he left his house

And I should have guessed this would happen
Because I wrote this 4 months before we even broke up
And it was only two weeks ago that he told me he loved me for the first time
And it took me 9 days to say it back

And I should have guessed this would happen
When he asked if I would consider a breast enlargement
And  why I didn’t wear make up
And I found myself saying ‘aren’t you meant to love me whatever I look like’
Over and over

And I should have guessed this would happen
Because just 3 days ago he said
‘Do you prefer me to your friends?’
And I said ‘No; they’ll be there when we break up‘
And he laughed and called me pessimistic
Then cheated on me 36 hours later

But I never guessed this would happen
That a boy can call you beautiful on Friday morning as you wake up together
Knowing he’s had his naked limbs entwined with another girl’s
Last Saturday night

— 

‘I should have guessed, but I didn’t’ / vintage-kisses

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it’s like a step by step guide for how to feel bad.

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Finished the painting of Gansey, finally! Decided to put him up here with Ronan from a few months ago because they’re meant to sort of go together. Might do more of The Raven Cycle crew if I get the chance. I do have some other projects I need to focus on for awhile though. 

But anyways! Here’s Gansey laying in his cereal-box Henrietta on the floor of Monmouth at two in the morning. I really wanted to find a way to pose him like a dead king, and to show the importance of Henrietta (and the general area) to his quest and this seemed like the best way to do it. For the little town itself I made it a tiny bit bigger than I really picture it so I could easily fit Gansey in the streets, and I also made it only partially finished since it’s an always on-going project for him. There’s also a fair amount of little details scattered around the town, so be sure to full-view!

***BE SURE TO CLICK ON THE PICTURE TO VIEW IT, OTHERWISE TUMBLR MAKES IT LOOK LIKE SHIT. THANKS TUMBLR.***

  • Theo Nott: We got a problem. [They look over at Draco and Pansy talking]
  • Blaise Zabini: Granger, what did you do?
  • Hermione Granger: Look, they're fine. They're just talking.
  • Blaise Zabini: No, not fine.
  • Theo Nott: No, no, no. With Pansy, he is not fine. Okay, he ran into her at a party two months ago, then owled me a ten page letter about what she meant when she said 'I'll see you soon'.
  • Blaise Zabini: She will flirt with until she knows she can have him. It's like he's her back up plan.
  • Hermione Granger: I didn't know that.
  • Blaise Zabini: You wanna live with Draco when he's not showering and crying all day?
  • Theo Nott: Yeah, it sounds like this. [Imitates Draco crying]
  • Blaise Zabini: You ever heard a grown man sob listening to Celestina Warbeck?
One of Those Nights - Seventeen Woozi Smut

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Genre: Smut. Very much porn, but also kinda kinky (drown me in holy water)

Words: 2,672

Warnings: Light bondage, sex toys, overstimulation, anal(sorta)

A/N: I’m sorry if this sucks, but I’ve been having Jihoon feels latey

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51 (Wonho)

Originally posted by wonhontology

Plot: a continuation of drabble prompt #51 (read here

Length: 1,617 words

Genre: Angst

*A/N: Finally got the inspiration to write a little something! Hope you guys like it!

“Look, we understand you and Wonho have been together for a long time…”

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