i need to stop trying to be cool

Say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌈🌈

Tagged by @chattier80
(Aaaaaaa why now I need to think positively about myself shoot x,D)

1. I’m really proud of how much I’ve improved in art over the course of a year. (Like especially hands. I just drew a hand and I can’t stop staring at it because omfg it looks normal???!)

2. I like how my skin doesn’t break out

3. I like that I try to stay active even though I would be happy falling asleep and never waking up

4. I like that I often think of others first when I hear the news of something be it good or bad.

5. One more shit uuuuuuh I like it that I look beautiful when I bother to put makeup on my freaking face.

There done! Now to tag some great peeps who better have more positive things to say about themselves than me! @aranaea-rp @mprunnergirl @sonicsarah1117 @scenitroute @justanotherpasafrisk @lovestruckforstars @smoothbutterylamps @blacklynx14 @asktahliathings

cinderdrilla  asked:

hit me up w/ some voltron goodness 8)

Lance puts his foot down, and Shiro/Slav have a long overdue talk.

Shiro never figured Lance for the snapping type. They all had their moments, under the constant stress of intergalactic rebellion, but Lance kept a reasonably calm lid on it – his self-titled “rivalry” with Keith aside. Looking at him now, there is only surprise at the way he’s holding himself, the set of his expression: Lance looks both nervous and pissed off.

‘Keith – could you give us a minute?’ he says, in a deliberately calm voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Keith hesitate, as if reading the tenseness of the situation and worrying that it might get out of hand. ‘Now, Keith. Go check on Slav’s sector.’

Reluctantly, and with a suspicious look at them both, Keith exits. Lance looks even more nervous when he does. More so when silence settles on them, and he raises a brow at Lance. Well? says the look, say what you have to.

‘I just… you’re way too hard on him,’ Lance repeats, a far cry from the irritated way he’d snapped Can’t you just cut Slav some slack? ‘He’s trying to help, Shiro. I-it’s not… he doesn’t mean to annoy you. It’s just how he… is.’

‘Excuse me?’ His previous calm turns to surprise. He keeps his voice low, not meaning to menace – but Lance scowls a little deeper, mistaking it for nonchalance.
Don’t, Shiro. You sound just like Iverson when you do that, a-and he was an ass,’ Lance says, voice rising only in pitch. Angry and nervous, like a cornered cat. Shiro takes a small step back to give him breathing room, but Lance stays tense. ‘Slav only wants to help. You treating him like a nuisance isn’t – it’s not fair, okay. He can’t help being jumpy; he was a prisoner for ages –’

It takes a second or two for that to sink in. When Shiro goes quiet, when his stare goes vacant as he processes this, Lance steps forward, speech picking up momentum as he grew more defensive.

‘– and it’s not easy to adapt out here,’ there’s a note of hurt in his voice, and it hits Shiro more than the chastising. ‘Slav got taken from his people and thrown into a war just like we did. He’s handling it different. YOU handled it different, we all did. I thought you’d understand him because of it, since you both got tortured by the Galra.’

That’s almost an accusation, and now Shiro fully understands what has Lance so fired up, so recalcitrant. And that understanding brings with it a sense of guilt, especially with the way Lance had said I THOUGHT you’d understand.

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anonymous asked:

Do u think Harry likes to snuggle??

Is this even a question? The answer is yes. Yes, yes, yes, absolutely yes.

I bet he’d try to snuggle you everywhere. Especially at home. He’d come up to you with his arms wide open, his lips all puffy and saying “I wanna cuddle”. He’d put his body on yours, and nuzzle his face in your hair, smelling the shampoo in your hair. 

You’d play with his rings, slide them on and off, and take Harry’s hand and kiss the back of it every now and then. You’d also kiss his knuckles, and pet his skin with your thumb. Harry would look at you with smile on his face, and place little kisses on your hairline. 

His body is so warm, like, maybe too warm. When you’d try to pull away from him just to cool down for a bit, he’d start whimpering. “Where are yeh goin’, come back here” he stops you by draping his leg over your waist, and he pulls you closer to him. “Harry! I’m so hot” you complain, but he doesn’t listen. He just keeps on kissing your shoulder.

“I’m serious, I’m burning” you say more sternly, and Harry wraps his fingers around the waistband of your sweatpants. He looks up to you, his cheeks flushed and light bags under his eyes.

“Well, I guess we don’t need these, do we, pet?”

Scribble-Doodle: Beating Heart

MalecWeek2017, Day 5: Non-supernatural AU.

Magnus will never again take a thing as simple as a heartbeat for granted.

“How is he?” Jace asks and his voice is quiet, hesitant over the phone.

Magnus steps over to the French window and looks out into the sunlit backyard where Alec’s lying in a hammock in the shadow of a large tree, swinging gently back and forth in the light afternoon breeze.

“Resting,” Magnus answers with a little smile.

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More and more Quileute tribe members were shifting uncontrollably from human to wolf due to the oncoming mass of vampires. The older members were all helping the cubs understand how to work their new ability without hurting themselves or someone else. Sam was especially adamant on that fact, he didn’t want anyone repeating his mistake.

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anonymous asked:

Even if michael had a squip I can't see him wanting it like, at all?? It's just so ooc for him to want/have one

yeah!! like he’s totally content with where he is! he’s a loser and he’s okay with it he doesn’t want to be popular or cool! he just wants to hang out with jeremy and the squip would probably try and stop that which literally goes against everything michael wants!

And I need you to be cool Uncle Ace! Okay?!

Prompt; Law accidentally gets Fem-Luffy pregnant; everyone’s reaction.

In an AU where nothing hurts and Ace got to live.

Law’s a doctor.

More importantly than that though, Law is a paranoid little bastard.

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anonymous asked:

victuuri taking care of a sick!yurio?

Yuri first noticed there was something wrong when Victor’s cheerful words to him were a blur from across the ice. His head swam with kind of a dull throbbing pain and there was a sheen of sweat across his forehead. Victor noticed something off and stopped mid-conversation with Yuuri to head over and pull Yuri to the side.

“Victor, what the hell-” Yuri growled before a sudden wave of dizziness passed over him and he was forced to grip Victor’s arm as support. He whimpered as Victor pressed a cool hand to his forehead, frowning at the heat he felt.

“Yurio, you’re not well,” Victor said quickly, “You need to stop and take a break-”

Yuri sighed, trying to roll his eyes and failing. “I’m fine, okay? Leave me alone.”

Victor opened his mouth to protest but Yuri had already skated away to the center of the ice, forcing his muddled head to focus.

Okay. First jump is a triple axel. Then a…a…salchow? Crap, I can’t remember.

Shaking his head, Yuri positioned himself to go into his jumps. He heard some yelling behind him and before he could leap off the ice, a pair of hands gripped his arm.

“Yurachka, you are in no condition to jump right now,” Victor growled, “Come here.”

Yuri didn’t have the energy to argue, and he allowed himself to be lead off the ice onto a nearby bench. A cool hand pressed against his forehead and he made out some mumbling around him.

Whatsgoinon? Oh, right. We came here for a late night practice. The three of us…in…Russia? Japan? What rink is this? Ugh, my head….

“You’re really burning up, bratik,” Victor said worriedly as Yuri’s face flushed with heat.

Yuri whimpered a little, rubbing at his forehead. His whole body ached and was flushed red with heat, a sheen of sweat beginning to break out over his body.

It hurts. I want to go home.

“Dedushka,” he whispered, wishing his grandfather was there, “It hurts.”

“Victor, we need to take him home,” Yuuri said quietly, “He definitely has a fever.”

If Yuri had more energy, he would have grumbled and complained as he felt his skates being untied and slipped off and then someone scoop him up into their arms and begin to carry him through the rink. He vaguely registered getting in a car and driving some distance before being picked up again.

When he came to more full awareness, he registered that he was laid out on Yuuri and Victor’s couch, a cool washcloth on his forehead. He was embarrassed to realize that he was in his pajamas, meaning someone had helped change his clothes. A quiet kid’s movie was playing on the tv and Makkachin was curled at his feet. He blinked blearily to see Yuuri sitting a few feet away, glass of water in hand.

“Hey Yurio,” he said gently, “Do you think you can swallow? I’ve brought you some medicine.”

Yuri groaned, his throat feeling swollen and hot. He nodded a little, coughing at the slight movement. Yuuri handed him some medicine and waited for him to put in in his mouth while he grabbed the glass, drinking slowly.

Tears burned his eyes as the water slid down his throat. He was sore, exhausted, hot, and confused, and all he wanted was his grandfather. Curling into a small ball under the covers, he was overcome by a thudding wave of pain in his head.

“Dedushka,” he whimpered, “на пóмощь!”

His plea for help was heard by Victor, who came over and run a cool hand over his forehead.

“Hush, bratik. We’re here, we’ll help you,” Victor soothed. The coolness of his pale fingers was calming Yuri down a little, as was Yuuri’s gentle presence. Colors swarmed in and out of his vision as his fever raged through, the pounding headache not abating.

Wait. Where are we? Katsudon…and Victor? Is…what’s happening…

“Where’s Beka?” he mumbled, “Gotta…plan the exhibition skate…”

Victor and Yuuri exchanged worried glances before looking down to him.

“Yurio, your exhibition skate was months ago,” Victor said gently, “You nearly gave Yakov a heart attack with it, remember?”

Months? No, but…I was…going to go…

“Gotta go,” he slurred, “Gotta see Beka at the club. Need…to sneak in…”

“I knew that’s how that happened!” Victor hissed while Yuuri shushed him, pressing another cool washcloth on Yuri’s forehead.

“Where’s dedushka?” Yuri mumbled, “Missed my short program…need…to keep katsudon on the ice…can’t retire…”

Yuuri’s eyes softened a little as Victor audibly cooed at the words. Yuri on the other hand was completely unaware of everything around him, mumbling thoughts as they would cross through his brain.

“Victor, Katsudon,” he whined, “It hurts. Make it stop.”

“Don’t worry, Yuri,” Yuuri said as Victor grabbed a hold of Yuri’s hand, “We’re here.”

“We’re not leaving you.”

I’m not going to make friends here but this has been on my mind for a while and the latest discussion encourages me to speak up:

Don’t make Reyes a woobie. This is one of the WORST tropes in fandom because it’s so far removed from reality and who the character actually is.
You don’t do him any favors by pretending he doesn’t do half of what he does in the game. There is a reason many of us find him fascinating as he is, with his less than perfect morals. He manipulates, lies, and brings a sniper to a duel to get what he wants when he wants it.
This is canon. We need to stop pretending it isn’t! And yes he has his reasons and yes it’s all very interesting, but listen: Cool motive! Still murder.

And Sloane isn’t better, she does despicable things all the time.
As a Sloane fan, I have to acknowledge that. I don’t want to paint a black and white picture. I don’t want to pretend she’s a woobie (she would be appalled by the very idea). She’s no angel and she owns that. Reyes does too.

IDK, those characters are so interesting and complex. Trying to simplify everything to make one look better than the other is just a terrible idea. 
And this is coming from a fan who gets almost no content for their favorite character while Reyes fans have a very supportive and active community. 
Basically: you don’t need to woobify Reyes to get him love in this fandom :)

Well, well, well… They are back!

Whom am I talking about, in thing plethora of comebacks? Why Monsta X of course!

Monsta X is a group of 7 super talented members!

Originally posted by song-butt

Last comeback, they came out with “All in”, a great  song with an awesome(yet super confusing) plot driven music video, claiming that it was only Part 1.

Originally posted by wonhobe

So when i heard that they are coming back i got extremely excited to see the continuation of the story and to hear their new album.

Aaaaaaand to be honest, at first i was a bit disappointed with the new music video, probably because i was expecting something very similar to ‘All in’, a more fluid continuation.

However, when I saw the music video a few more times, it had really grown on me, The shots are great and there were some links to the previous music videos, but i guess i am a bit to stupid to understand right away!

Originally posted by i-dyology

The ending, however… still feels very random.

The song too is great! I really like Fighter, in fact, i love all the songs on this album! 

And the members… oh my lord are they amazing!

First we have our leader: Shownu

Originally posted by madtwn

He is a great dancer and his stage presence just slays everyones existence! Just watch him on Hit the Stage for some solo dance action(by solo i mean without the other members). So, lets not sleep on Shownu please!

Then we have Kihyun:

Originally posted by kihqun

This boy is a cutie with amazing vocals! Yes, his vocals are truly great! I feel guilty for saying this, but there are times where i can see why Monsta X is Kihyun and friends. And, in my opinion, that is not always a bad thing. After all, there are songs which are truly amazing for him and choruses which just fit his voice perfectly!

Of course, we also have Jooheon:

Originally posted by kihqun

Ok so.. This rapper kills me! And not just because of his skills and voice, but also his persona! He just seems like such a fun guy who can kill with aegyo! He lights up the room and then performs and suddenly everything changes and he becomes just unbearably amazing! And lets be real, i find his sexiness no joke! He just seems like a manly man with a great twist aka aegyo.

Then theres I.M:

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Our precious, precious maknae! His raps, great and his singing though… so sweet! Just watching him, makes me wanna hug him, but then he gets all cool and spectacular and all i can think is “WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE SO OUT OF MY LEAGUE!” He also looks great with the new hair!

Lets not forget Hyungwon, of course!

Originally posted by minyeossi

So, heres the thing, i admit to the fact that at first, Hyungwon’s look slightly disturbed me. It’s just that his lips and jaw just seem so out of sync with his face… It just seemed like he failed having botox, and so his face got slightly deformed. However, as i saw more of Monsta X and so a lot of their interview I realised one thing: Hyungwon need to be protected at all cost! I believe that its okay if someone does not immediately get attracted to him, but its never okay to hate a human being for that! After all, he is just so sweet, so kind, so graceful that i fell in love with him! Hyungwon is a beautiful human being!(PS, can we please ask for some more lines for this angel?)

Then there is…. Minhyuk!

Originally posted by chiqkihyun

Minhyuk is a precious cinnamon role. He is so cute, so sweet, it destroys all Monsta X fans! He just speaks and everyone was to take this puppy and wrap him in blankets! And just like for Hyungwon, can this beautiful human get more that a mere 13 seconds please? 

Also, he has such a cute bromance with the leader, Shownu.

Originally posted by kpop-trashbag

Bromance and fanservice at its best!

And … for last… we have… Wonho.

Originally posted by skele-chim

Did I ever think id find a man in a crop top hot? Nop, but things change… drastically.

Real talk now.

I really hope that Wonho doesn’t mind being so sexualised, I really do. Because sometimes it gets a bit out of hand. After all, when is he finally going to be able to do things fully clothed?

Originally posted by kihqun

He doesn’t even get to make stuff with clothes on! And like i said, if he enjoys it, good for him, you go boy! But if it is done against his will, then it is unfair. I just really don’t want to hear, that he is forced to do the whole sexy thing for the rest of his life. 

Originally posted by wonhuff

But other than that, Wonho just seems.. special. There is an aura around him of a guy comfortable with what he is, who has experienced some things( and he has since he was like 14, which for me is totally fine. After all, in my country it is not uncommon to have a drink or smoke at 14-15. In fact, most in the end live a typical life). I do however, want to see a bit more of personality from him. Cause although he seems comfortable, I think he might just be comfortable about his own little safe zone as Wonho, rather than as Shin Hoseok. I don’t know whats going on in his head, but please don’t kill me! I love Wonho and Shin Hoseok, but the is my opinion! But i think this doesn’t just apply to Shin Hoseok, but to many if not most idols and famous people in general.

So, this is the roundup of the groups members, The amazing members!

As a bonus, lets make a bit of a Monsta X spam!

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So yes. This is our beloved Monsta X. The group of beloved, fun loving ‘dorks’(said in the most loving way) who make up a cool kpop group!

BTW: I know that I’m primarily an ARMY, but yo, THEY NEED TO WIN AT LEAST ONES!!! They deserve it so much! So please! Lets give them at east 1 win!

Originally posted by monstaxs

Thank you for reading!

PS. Wohno can you please stop? Cause every time i try to find a gif for anything all i see is you! I love you and all but.. please… you are killing me!

anonymous asked:

Here's a good Dan fact: Dan casually jokes about saying a racial slur and should be stopped!

Hey, actual cool fact! That moment that you’re upset about (I’m assuming it’s the one in the best-of for March) is actually a wonderful moment. And not as much of a joke as you think it is. This culture of “EVERYONE IS A GARBAGE PERSON BECAUSE OF ONE THING” is really horrendous and you guys need to stop it. Allow me to explain.

First of all, Dan is the least garbage of garbage people, so extra knock it off. Second, that moment is a good thing. Not a joke about a slur. It’s Dan’s actual progress in unlearning saying it. Because he grew up in a time and place where it was more usual to hear it, and then grew up further around friends who dropped that word all the time. It was entered into his lexicon as something funny. He himself has even dropped that word, although it’s censored, in a couple early Grumps.

But now almost five years later, Dan merely ALMOST drops the word. And his immediate reaction is realization, not saying it, and fear. He literally says “that scared me”. That’s progress. That’s something to be celebrated. Through five years of being on the Grumps and hearing fans tell him what hurts and what’s not cool to say, he is slowly unlearning gross behavior. That is all you can ask of a human being. That they unlearn things that are not okay and that they understand that they hurt people. Dan is a very bright example of that.

So instead of “hey guess who’s garbage” or “guess who we should be mad at forever today”, let’s instead go “oh Dan had a bad moment but he self-corrected and is obviously learning from past bad behavior”. Because I saw that moment as nothing but good and proof of Dan’s willingness to change beyond behavior that some of you think makes a person “forever garbage”. Which is usually almost never the case. So knock it off. Thanks.

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[[request prompt: so, i thought maybe the reader is friends with peter, ned, and michelle, but is also the daughter of tony stark. she is jealous of peter’s feelings for liz because she is in love with him. homecoming arrives and peter goes with liz, and the reader is invited by flash. during the dance, the reader tries to have fun with flash and michelle, her best friend, but can’t when she sees peter dancing with liz. she leaves in the middle of the dance to get some fresh air, but she gets kidnapped when the vulture suddenly appears.

in the end, spider-man saves her and the reader accidentally confesses her feelings for him. if possible, can you finish it with kisses? Please, I know my request is a little long]]

a kind reader sent in this request during drabbleday week, but it was too long to condense it to a mere 500 words drabble. instead, i chose to make a full one shot out of this so lol drabbleday will continue tomorrow. for today, this story will be the only one that’s posted.

also, in order to include more diverse fem!readers, i’m going to make the reader character Tony’s ADOPTED daughter.

tags [permanent + peter parker]: @ghostedwolf , @psychicwitchphilosopher , @pharaohkiller , @moonlight53 , @wannabe-weasley , @mcusebstan , @tmrhollandkay , @pepcvina , @nekonerdxox , @lokigirl18 , @fangeekkk , @kylielo22 , @wavy-ley , @lghockey , @buckysendoftheline , @1022bridgetp , @potterjamesharry

warnings: none

**please don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine**


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The Christmas scene

Sherlock*proud as hell of himself*: Jeanette!  Ah, process of elimination.

Molly entering from the door.

Sherlock:*What the…? Makeup! Hair down! A ridiculous silver bow! Oh No! Under this thick coat there must be …*

Sherlock*shocked*: Oh, dear Lord.

Molly*smiling and shining*: Hello, everyone. Sorry, hello… it said on the door just to come up.

Everybody is greeting her.

Sherlock (rolling his eyes): Oh, everybody’s saying hello to each other. How wonderful! 

Sherlock:*I need any distraction, I don’t want to see this coat taken off, I CAN’T SEE THIS COAT TAKEN OFF!*

John: Let me … HOLY MARY! 

Lestrade: Wow! 

Sherlock (annoyed):* yup I was right, there is a sexy dress under this coat, which means … NO NO NO don’t go there now … just skip it!*

Molly (sweetly): Having a Christmas drinkies, then? 

Sherlock:*ok stay cool and answer with a smile*

Sherlock (trying to sound cool and epic-ally failing): No stopping them, apparently. 

Sherlock (sitting):*yessss the best distraction is John’s blog … let’s see what case he ruined this time*

Mrs Hudson: It’s the one day of the year where the boys have to be nice to me, so it’s almost worth it! 

John to Molly: Have a seat.

Sherlock (laughing bitterly in his palace) : *oh don’t worry about that … she’s not staying for a long time … she got better things to do*

Sherlock: John? 

John: Mmm? 

Lestrade: Molly?  Want a drink? 

Sherlock (huffing): and suddenly everybody is caring about Molly (he rolled his eyes)

Sherlock (trying to distract himself again): The counter on your blog still says one thousand eight hundred and ninety-five.

John (mocking): Ooh, no! Christmas is cancelled! 

Sherlock *like I’m not suffering enough right now!*: And you’ve got a photograph of me wearing that hat!

John: People like the hat.

Sherlock *it’s ridiculous!*: No they don’t. What people? 

Molly: How’s the hip?

Mrs Hudson: Ooh, it’s atrocious, but thanks for asking. 

Molly: I’ve seen much worse, but then I do post-mortems.

Sherlock (crazily laughing in his palace):*oh my god that’s a good one*. 

Awkward silence

Sherlock (wide eyes): *alright maybe not for everybody’s taste*

Molly (apologetically): Oh, God. Sorry.

Sherlock (finally looking to her): Don’t make jokes, Molly.

Sherlock (eyeing her sexy dress and feeling his heart sinking)

Molly: No. Sorry. 

Sherlock (eyeing her bags and feeling his heart sinking more and more):*a present wrapped in the same color of her lipstick, this is worse than I thought*

Molly to Lestrade: I wasn’t expecting to see you. I thought you were gonna be in Dorset for Christmas. 

Lestrade: That’s first thing in the morning, me and the wife. We’re back together. It’s all sorted. 

Sherlock (beginning to lose control): No, she’s sleeping with a P.E. teacher.

Molly: And John. I hear you’re off to your sister’s, is that right? 

John: Yeah.

Molly: Sherlock was complaining. 

Sherlock (looking to her disappointed): *come on now that, was private between us*

Molly: … saying.

Sherlock (rolling his eyes and whining): *yeah yeah whatever, why are you even still here asking everyone how you’re doing, don’t you have a (mocking) date you need to attend*

John: First time ever, she’s cleaned up her act. She’s off the booze.

Sherlock (having an irresistible urge to ruin everybody’s day and letting himself): Nope. 

John: Shut up, Sherlock.

Sherlock: *ok time to put Ms Hooper out of her misery and let her reach the (mocking) date in time*

Sherlock (faking sweetly): I see you’ve got a new boyfriend, Molly, and you’re serious about him. 

Molly: Sorry, what?

Sherlock (boiling inside): *oh don’t play shy!*

Sherlock: In fact, you’re seeing him this very night and giving him a gift.

John (trying to stop him): Take a day off. 

Lestrade (putting a glass in front of him as another desperate attempt to shut him up): Shut up and have a drink.

Sherlock: Oh, come on. Surely you’ve all seen the present at the top of the bag  perfectly wrapped with a bow. All the others are slapdash at best.

He stood up suddenly, wondering which lousy wrapped present was his. 

Sherlock: It’s for someone special, then. 

Sherlock (blood began to heat): *more special than me*

He picked the gift suppressing the need to toss it in the chimney.

Sherlock: The shade of red echoes her lipstick either an unconscious association or one that she’s deliberately trying to encourage. Either way, Miss Hooper has luuuuuve on her mind. The fact that she’s serious about him is clear from the fact she’s giving him a gift at all.

Sherlock (fire surrounding him in the palace): *she’s putting effort in this relationship, she’s serious about it, it means she’s over me*

Sherlock: That would suggest long-term hopes, however forlorn; and that she’s seeing him tonight is evident from her make-up and what she’s wearing.


Sherlock (playing with the card of the gift): *now let’s see what is the name of the new psychopath you chose this time, I hope he won’t be worse than Moriarty.

Sherlock: Obviously trying to compensate for the size of her mouth and breastssssssssss … 

Sherlock (reading the card for hundred times, checking the name for thousand times): *Sherlock, my name is Sherlock, Sherlock is my name, this is my present, it’s me the luuuuve in her mind, god help me she’s putting three kisses, I’m the romantic attachment, love Molly, she loves me, me she loves, and  I just (suddenly freezing in the palace)  … ooooooh dear lord*

Molly (getting him out of his thoughts with her voice that felt like a knife stabbing deeply through his heart): You always say such horrible things. Every time. Always. Always. 

He tried to run as fast as he could, he wanted the floor to swallow him in this moment, but she was hurt, his Molly was hurt because of him, again.

Sherlock:*be a man and fix what you just ruined* (he admonished himself roughly)

Sherlock(trying to find his voice): I am sorry. Forgive me. 

He never apologized before, but the words didn’t feel weird, he was sincere.

Sherlock: Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper.

She was very near, he could smell her perfume and the cookies she was baking, he couldn’t resist.

He leaned down to kiss her slightly on the cheek, he never imagined he would kiss her one day, there was no need to do so before or even now, but he just did, he wanted to, nothing could prepare him for the warm he felt around his heart, she was soft and warm, she was closer than ever, it felt good, it felt right.

 An erotic moan heard around the room, pulling him away from his alien thoughts.

Molly (terrified): No! That wasn’t …  I didn’t …

Sherlock (trying to pull himself out of this path and forgetting what he just felt, deleting it from his palace but failing, he convinced himself because it was new): No, it was me.

Lestrade (surprised): My God, really?! 

Molly (still terrified): What?!

Sherlock: My phone.

He thanked The Woman internally for the perfect rescue in the prefect time.

anonymous asked:

A prompt? Shy Trini having feelings for Kim and Zack being the wingman

Thanks for the prompt!

Zack says he’s crazy - and he is - but Trini also says she’s crazy, but he can see that she isn’t. Trini is serious, more guarded than most of them, so he sees the way she tends to hide behind the mask of taking risks - of living on the edge - because if he’s being serious, he’s been there too. He likes Trini, likes how kind and strong she is at the same time, but he sees the shyness that lies underneath, and he guesses that’s why he’s seen her look at Kimberly with wounded puppy eyes. He may be crazy, but he wasn’t blind.

It’s why he takes it upon himself to help her. He thinks it’s a bad idea, something would surely come bite him in the ass later, but Trini was his friend, and he was determined to help her. He squares his shoulders as he makes his way over to where the yellow ranger sat on the steps.

“I think you need my help.” Zack says, his face catching his usual cockiness as he watches her open her eyes to look at him. He’s met with confusion and something a kin to indifference. It makes him clear his throats and stand just a little taller.

“With what?” Trini asks, her brows furrowing further.

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Roadtrip! with Namjoon

this is my favorite gif of namjoon no joke

Roadtripping with Namjoon would include:

  • “ok so if you won’t let me drive then i get to be the navigator”
  • lord KNOWS
  • that this boy cannot drive
  • but you have to trust him with directions unfortunately
  • thank god for gps
  • there will be so many wrong turns on this trip
  • and honestly 
  • some of them you would just end up fighting about it
  • then making out in the car until it started to get dark
  • namjoon would be adamant about going to florida and he would begggg to go see alligators
  • and you told him that they’re not that exciting
  • but all he would do at that comment is scrunch up his lil nose and pout
  • “but they’re like dinosaurs y/n. i want to see the dinosaurs.”
  • “alright, alright”
  • when it was really late and you knew that you needed to stop, you’d ask him to search up motels and he’d somehow always find the most
  • ass
  • hotels in the area
  • and you’d be too tired to smack him because you needed that money to do cool stuff in florida
  • like water ski and like namjoon wants, pet the goddamn alligators
  • but you wouldn’t mind it when it was like 3AM, and his raspy voice was laced with sleep and his eyes are closed but he’s slightly smiling as you try to talk to him
  • “yeah, mm just go to sleep okay”
  • “but i want to talk to you”
  • “talk to me in the morning baby”
  • “you know i love you a lot, right?”
  • “mm.”
  • and you’d cuddle up to him and by 6am you’d wake up sweaty and gross because the air conditioning stopped working but he’d pull you tighter to his chest if you tried to move away
  • FINALLY when ya’ll got back on the road
  • he would continue sleeping in the seat but before he fell asleep he’d take one of your hands in his and hold it while you drove
  • fsidghfjghfs so cUTE
  • but then you’d get bored and decide to fuck around with him
  • you’d blast the loudest music you could find on your playlist and it would scare the piss out of him
  • he would just roll his head back and stick his middle finger at you as you laughed
  • as you neared florida he’d get so excited and poke his head out of the window like a dog
  • and he’d get so hyped at the sight of the ocean and when you guys crossed a bridge from tampa
  • he’d be super sweet and nice when you guys stopped at your grandparents for a night
  • and even tho your grandparents had separate rooms for you two, he’d text you things like
  • “im lonely”
  • “its so cold in here”
  • “i miss you”
  • and you’d drag yourself to the other room and collapse on top of him, where he’d wrap his arms around you and your grandma would awkwardly find you guys snoring in sync the next morning
  • woops
  • and once you had breakfast you’d begin driving again, off to to para-sailing and he would act like a pro
  • and you’d be deadass scared out of your mind but he kept wooping and being all cute and excited so you had to laugh
  • and finally after being in florida for like 3 days you two finally began to pack up for texas
  • and as you began to drive again, he’d take your hand and fall asleep, this time snoring so loud the music couldn’t drown him out

guys i would give anything to go on a roadtrip with this boy goodbye

Empress Michonne, get these women in formation please

Imma need Empress Michonne to get the rest of the team family queens and princesses in formation. I know they want to F stuff up, but they need a cool head and a plan. Michonne, you need to get back to Alexandria and handle that.

Originally posted by myfriendamy

Princess (cuz she hasn’t made queen status in my mind) Rosita needs to have several seats and stop trying to die.

Originally posted by carterlindaa

Queen Sasha needs to stop following suicidal Rosita.

Originally posted by womenoftwd

Princess Tara needs to tell them about Oceanside. Sometimes you have to be the bad guy.

Originally posted by chamblertara

Princess Judith just needs to stay the adorable cutie that she is.

Originally posted by dailytwd

Queen Carol needs to get her shit together and stop trying to run away and hide, (although she did kinda start doing that this week).

Originally posted by emilylkinney

Queen Maggie is preggers at the moment and had her husband brutally murdered in front of her and she has a cooler head than Rosita, come on now. Queen Maggie can help plan from Hilltop, she needs to stay her behind there and finish growing that baby (and keep slapping Gregory around too).

Originally posted by padmeahmidalas

Once Her Royal Majesty Empress Michonne gets all the women on the same page, things will run a lot smoother, and everyone else will fall in line.

Originally posted by daryl-dixon-is-life


my final entry for klanceweek! this time, for prompt #7: free day. i chose to go with the prompt “change” for this one. also this is a continuation of prompt #6!

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Admittedly, Keith isn’t the worst dancer in the world.

The guy is a freakishly fast learner. It’s no wonder he consistently kicks the fighting simulator’s ass. And, as much as Lance wants to be jealous of how quickly Keith picks up on dancing, he’s far too distracted by… other things.

Like the fact Keith is pressed up against him. Their foreheads touching, Lance breathes in the same air Keith exhales. They continue turning, breath mingling, and Lance feels like his body is on fire. Every point of contact burns but in the most pleasant way imaginable.

Never in a million years did Lance think he’d be slow dancing with Keith. And, weirder still, he’s enjoying himself.

He, Lance McClain, is enjoying dancing with Keith.

There’s no denying it. Lance likes the weight of Keith in his arms, bodies aligned just right. The scant distance between their lips is definitely the worst temptation he’s had to endure all evening. It’s killing him. It would be easy to close that gap—and totally excusable! None of the guests would be surprised to see the Vruan prince and his escort kiss.

But… Keith would be against it.

Lance is pretty confident he’d get slapped. The two of them only briefly discussed ‘public displays of affection’ before stepping into the ballroom. Keith had been very against anything more than hand holding. He even hesitated when Lance brought up hugging. Hugging.

“This is kinda…” Lance whispers into the space between them.

“Yeah,” Keith agrees. He tips his head just the slightest bit, and Lance swears their mouths get even closer together.

Lance inhales sharply at the feeling of their noses brushing, Soft, gentle, so very unlike the arguments they have or their banter during training. Each brush follows the sway of their heads, naturally moving with the flow of the music. Lance wants to smooth his fingers over the curve of Keith’s jaw, wants to bury his fingers in dark hair. He wants to know the feel and taste of Keith’s mouth against his own.

“I can’t believe none of these people know where Lotor is,” Keith sighs.

Lance swears their lips touch for an instant, and his brain short-circuits.

“Some of them don’t seem like they know what’s going on outside their own little royal bubble. Or maybe they don’t care because the Galra empire hasn’t destroyed their planet yet. Hell, maybe some of these bastards struck up a deal with Zarkon to protect themselves.”

Is Keith… rambling?

“Mhmm,” Lance manages to respond. Could their lips possibly get any closer without touching? “Good point, babe.”

Keith huffs. “Are we really doing this again?”

“Doing what?”

“The… nickname thing.”

“Oh,” Lance drawls knowingly. His fingers twitch restlessly. “You don’t want me to call you ‘babe.’”

“Definitely not.”

“But we’re supposed to be dating. That’s what people do when they’re together. They give each other cute pet names.”

“Like Sharpshooter?” Keith teases.

Actually… Lance swallows down the sudden lump in his throat. Because, now that he thinks about, ‘sharpshooter’ could qualify as a pet name. Especially the way Keith says it.

“Yeah,” Lance admits. Keith perceptibly stiffens in his hold. “But ‘babe’ might be safer for now. Just in case anyone heard and got suspicious.”

“Right, right, or, I mean, no pet names,” Keith blurts. “Whatever you, uh. Want.”

Something about Keith’s voice, laced with panic, gives Lance a boost of confidence. What’s the worst that could happen if I just asked?

“Hey… Keith. You know how we’re supposed to act like a couple, right?”


“And you know how couples act sometimes when they’re, you know, slow dancing?”

Keith’s silence is answer enough. Fear jolts through Lance’s body. Maybe he should take it back and pretend he never—

“Yeah,” Keith murmurs. It’s so quiet that Lance barely hears his reply over the sound of the music. “And?”

“Alright, well, I’m going to try something. I need you to play it cool, okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I?”

“There’s a reason I asked first,” Lance confesses. His cheeks are burning; he can only imagine how red they are. “So please don’t freak out. Just go with it.”

Keith mumbles what sounds like a, “yes,” and Lance feels his blood boil. Ever so carefully, he tilts his chin and gasps at the clumsy collision of their noses. It certainly isn’t enough to stop him, though. His hand seems to have a mind of its own and crawls up Keith’s back, resting at the nape of his neck. A small sigh falls from Keith’s mouth at the change in position. Lance frees his other hand and slides it along Keith’s jaw, drawing him closer. He gently presses his lips to Keith’s, although a little off-center.

Holy mother of quiznak.

Lance hovers there for a moment and then pulls away. His lips tingle pleasantly, excitement thrumming through his bones. This isn’t his first kiss, but… oddly enough, it feels like it. The sensation reminds Lance of running through the halls of a Galra base, shooting enemies, dodging shots. There’s a hint of trepidation underlying the excitement, but not in a bad way—quite the opposite.

Never has a kiss made Lance feel so alive.

“We should…” Keith pauses to lick his lips; Lance can’t look away. “Probably, uh. Again. Just in case.”

Reality crashes down around Lance. Right, this is just an act. The only reason they’re here, kissing, is to trick a crowd of aliens into thinking they’re a royal couple.

“Yeah,” Lance croaks and surges forward.

‘Fake kiss’ or not, Lance is going to make sure this one is memorable. No matter what happens, Lance knows he’ll remember this night for the rest of his life. There’s no way he’ll forget the first moment their lips met, the way Keith desperately gripped his suit jacket and pressed as close to him as humanly possible.

It’s like the universe itself shifts. Three years together in space, and Lance comes to a startling conclusion.

He might be in love.

can i amend that post and just be like…. more casual intimacy in lgbt relationships on screen because i 👏🏻 have 👏🏻 needs