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A Lesson in Love (A Different Perspective)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you’re assigned to write a story about romance, a subject you know nothing about, and Bucky, a hopeless romantic, offers you his assistance.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 4,431

A/N: The tag list for this story is CLOSED. 

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - You are the forever best for editing for me.

Originally posted by skylerlockerbie

“I can’t believe you’ve never been to a track meet before.”

“I’ve never had a reason to come to one,” you say, defending yourself against Wanda’s accusatory tone and disapproving gaze.

“That’s no excuse,” she responds with a click of her tongue. “Now hurry up, we need to secure a good spot.”

You follow her blindly, not knowing what qualifies as a ‘good spot’. Unlike Wanda who has spent years attending track meets with her brother, you’ve never been to one. Like you told her, you never had a reason to attend one. Not until today.

Not until T'Challa.

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Thoughts on the S3 opening

So Glossaryck joins them again at some point in the season, probably early on if they’re letting us know now. Interesting

The trans pony!! She’s appearing in the show! And important enough to be in the intro!! Super excited to meet her

I never bought the theory that the blood moon thing was actually foreshadowing Tomco all along; I figured if Starco didn’t happen then they’d probably pull a platonic soulmates thing. But….


they chose to put the blood moon here, at this particular point in the intro. and based on Daron’s comments about S3… wow, I think we’ll be in for an interesting ride and I’m looking forward to it

Also, Brian’s wearing his tiger costume again, so I’m definitely wondering what brought that on.

Oh, and it’s def. cool to see Miss Heinous is in the opening sequence now, even though it’s been obvious they’re going to continue with that plot in some direction

Wife: A Captain Swan Drabble

A/N: BLAME @smorgan4, @yeahiliketheredleatherjacket AND @herhookedhero FOR THIS!!!!

For as long as she could remember, she had always been “Swan.”

Ever since that first adventure on the beanstalk, they Emma sacrificed herself and Henry brought her back with True Love’s Kiss, that had been her nickname from Killian.

But now, as they make their way back to Storybrooke after their week-long (and well-deserved honeymoon, he had taken to calling her something different, but just as meaningful.

Emma parked the car in front of the white picket fence of their home, from ear to ear. Killian looked over at her, exchanging a similar smile. “So, do I get to carry you over threshold?” Killian asked excitedly.

Emma Swan actually giggled. “Well, I don’t see why not…?” He was out at her door before she could even finish her answer. He practically unbuckled her from her seat himself. Killian lifted her into his arms, Emma squealing with delight. “You don’t to carry me the whole way! We have luggage in the car!”

“Luggage can wait. This is tradition!” he said, sauntering up the walkway through the gate.


“You know I’m not struggling. I’ve carried rum barrels heavier than you!” She laughed, knowing that he had said that to her before, but he didn’t recall.

As they reached the porch, Emma fished the house keys out of her jacket. Improvising, he bent her slightly so that she could reach the keyhole easier. As soon as the door was slightly ajar, Killian kicked it all the way open with his boot.

He looked at Emma, with all the love in his eyes reflecting into hers, as he said, “Welcome home, Wife.”


From that day forward, that was all she heard.

“Care for a splash of rum, Wife?”

“Wife, do we have to go to your brother’s birthday party?”

“I love you, Wife.”

One day, over a year into their marriage, while she was cooking Sunday breakfast, she finally asked, “Why don’t you call me ‘Swan’ anymore?”

He looked at her curiously. “Does it bother you?”

“No…not really. It’s just…it was our thing. I kind of miss it.”

Killian walked up behind her, as she was flipping the pancakes off the skillet, wrapping his arms around her. “You want to know why I stopped calling you ‘Swan’”? She nodded her head, which he felt on his chin. “It’s because I never in my life thought I would have this, with you, so when I call you ‘wife,’ it’s so I never forget what I worked so hard for, and what I will fight with my last breath to keep.”

She turned in his arms, placing her forehead onto his, revelling in the contact. “I love you so much, Husband.”

“And I you, Swan.”

“Call me, ‘Wife.’”

“As you wish.”

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anonymous asked:

Okay but can you imagine a scenario where Lena -I am a registered badass- Luthor carries a gun, like it's strapped to her thigh under her dress and she is a really skilled shooter (because I can!). So Kara looses her powers again and Lena takes her to a shooting range and she stands behind her and they do some gay as hell shooting as Lena guides Kara's hands and so then when Kara shoots perfectly Alex is just like "wtf how???" and Kara just blushes. It would be super cute (pun intended)

Ahhh!! Give me this! I mean look at this look on Kara’s face after Lena shoots Corbin!

Kara being able to fight and defend herself outside of the possession of her super powers is so important which is obviously one of the reasons Alex taught her to fight. I always wondered why Kara never learned to shoot. I can definitely get behind Lena taking Kara to the range and teaching Kara everything she knows. 😉

This is two of my favorite things in one headcanon. Katie with weapons meets SuperCorp. Let me have it!!!

tagging @whosthatnerd because reasons

Lionhearted - Part 1 - Nessian fic

Summary: Modern AU - Nesta and Cassian run into each other frequently due to her sister’s engagement to his best friend, and the encounters never go the way either of them want. Tension boils over at the rehearsal dinner and then the next day at the wedding, where they say and do things they can’t take back.

Notes: Thanks to @blxckbeak and @acourtofstarsanddreams for talking to me about this fic! More specifically, about Nesta. Also I want to tag @christina-dh because she asked for me to tag her in a certain type of fic if I wrote it… which, the thing doesn’t happen until the second part, but I don’t want to spoil it. :) And I hope the anon who sent me this prompt also enjoys it! (The prompt was “the hills are alive with the sound of bullshit”.)

I’ve never written a modern AU, plus it’s nessian, so… let me know what you think!

AO3 linkage


Lionhearted (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

The evening before Feyre and Rhysand’s wedding, Nesta prepared for the rehearsal dinner by getting a drink alone. The bar of the hotel had seemed like as good a place as any for an over-priced gin and tonic, especially if it meant she didn’t have to wander alone down the sidewalk and be subjected to the inevitable leering of men who hung out on the city street corners at all hours of the day. She could play nice and support her sister, but she knew she needed something extra to smooth her sharper edges before she showed up at the restaurant. Edges that would inevitably come up against a certain infuriating best man. And combined with the fact that her father would be there… yes, she definitely needed this drink.

Sipping from her glass slowly, she listened to the hum of quiet conversation just outside the bar in the cavernous lobby of her hotel, to the first tentative sounds coming from the instruments of the jazz band that was setting up for the evening. She had chosen a hotel where few of the other guests were staying, a decision that she had explained to her sisters as the result of poor last-minute planning, but really had more to do with not wanting to be surrounded by the sycophants who clamored for her future brother-in-law’s attention. The kind of power that Rhysand’s family wielded would ensure security for her sister - for all of them, really - but Nesta had no intention of being caught up with his crowd.

She was seated at the end of the bar, close to where the bartender was cleaning glasses. There was no use in sitting too far away from the man with the bottle, she figured. Nesta was sure that no one she knew would show up here, at a generic hotel bar. Among the many privileges of being on her own was the fact that she could pretend to be ignorant of the group’s plans of where to meet, when, to think about having to please everyone else first. She was responsible for and answered to no one but herself.

As she drank, she thought about Feyre and Elain, the recent changes to their lives that had them seeing a bit more eye-to-eye. A week ago she had talked to Feyre alone, for the first time in ages. The strain between them had become less and less, lately; in fact, it had been the first time that Nesta had spoken frankly to her sister about their mother, their father, the way that Feyre had had to take responsibility of the household when they were teens. Nesta and Elain had left as soon as they could, Elain moving in with her now-former fiancé as soon as she had graduated college and Nesta just… moving on.

Nesta had told herself that their father, if left to his own devices long enough, would figure out that he was needed. That maybe one day he would get his act together and take care of her younger sisters. By leaving the moment she turned 18, she thought she was washing her hands of her responsibility towards them, forcing him to take it on himself. That didn’t happen, though, and she watched from afar as Feyre struggled to pick up the slack at far too young an age.

She told herself that the anger she reserved was for him, but it had a habit of being aimed at the wrong people.

When she had met Feyre for lunch, Nesta hadn’t expected to rehash the past. But over salads and microbrews, the two had come to a sort of… détente, if not outright understanding. Nesta knew her youngest sister would be fine, had found a life worth living, whether she had Rhys or not. And Feyre knew that Nesta had done what she felt necessary at the time, though it had come from a resentful, scornful place. Growing older had the effect of putting their childhood in perspective, and they were both ready to put aside animosity.

Nesta had asked about Rhysand, about how Feyre had met him - there was an ex, someone Rhys knew, who had had a hard time letting go. Nesta had been… displeased to find that her sister had needed help in that way. That she had experienced something like this without reaching to her sisters for help. Not that she could blame her little sister. But if this Rhys was everything that Feyre claimed, then she could be happy for her. She would give him a chance. Which was why she had flown out here and had even helped her sister with some of the wedding planning.

Checking her phone for the time, Nesta saw that she had planned perfectly. She had enough time for a second drink before leaving for the dinner at a new Italian place that Mor had clued Feyre in on, the kind of place where they cured their own meat. Finishing the last sip of her drink, Nesta asked for another and was waiting patiently when a voice came from behind her, smooth and taunting.

“Nesta, sweetheart.”

Her shoulders stiffened and she closed her eyes, cursing under her breath. Shit shit shit… Of all the hotels in the city, of all the bars… Turning her head while keeping her body facing the bar, she answered him.


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The Wish Spell:  Fulfilled Part 1

Summary:  Your greatest wish came true.  What happens after that?

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam, OFC Sal

Word Count: 3199

Warnings: SMUT (unprotected sex, shower sex), language, fluff, wee bit of angst

A/N:  This is a follow up to The Wish Spell which you can read HERE.  This takes place around the Season 12 episode “The Raid” so it’s slightly spoilery.  There will be at least one more part to this story.

THANK YOU to the lovely and helpful @wheresthekillswitch for being my beta on this.  I still don’t know what I did to find a friend as wonderful as you, but I’m so very thankful!

And THANK YOU to another beautiful friend, the amazing @arryn-nyxx for the fantastic aesthetic!  How did I luck out with you too?

I’m a sensitive bunny that loves feedback!  My tag list is open so send me an ask if you’d like to be added to the list!


Sal is waiting at Y/N’s door before knocking again, so far there’s been no answer.  Yesterday she left her best friend hoping she’d never see her again.  Which sounds bad, but she has a good reason for not wanting to see her again.  Last night Y/N made a wish which would most likely take her away and Sal hopes that it did.  She walks off the porch and around to the side of the house before peeking in the window.  She doesn’t see any movement, but she sees a beer bottle and candle sitting on the kitchen table.  Sal smiles to herself as she walks back to her car.


When you and Dean finally emerge from his room you find Sam sitting in the bunker library.  Dean guides you, his hands on your hips, over to the table where Sam is buried in books.  He looks up at you smiling so big his dimples are showing.

“Sam, this is Y/N,” Dean says from behind you.  “Y/N, obviously this is Sam.”

“Hey Sam,” you say offering your hand as he stands.

“Hey Y/N,” Sam says pulling you into a hug.

His big arms coupled with his height remind you of what it felt like hugging adults as a child.  He releases you and you step back next to Dean who wraps his strong arms around your waist.

“What’re you working on?”

“Oh, just research,” Sam says giving Dean a look.

You watch the two men talk to each other with their eyes.

“What are you guys talking about?”

“What?” Sam says surprised.  “Nothing.”

“Right, nothing.  I know the eye-talky thing you guys do.”

Dean clears his throat.

“It’s just we want to make sure that everything’s ok, with the whole inter-dimension thing.  That’s all.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well I just want to make sure they’re no issues and that it’s permanent.”

“Like I could end up back home?”

“Maybe, we’re not sure,” Sam says.

That night Dean is spooning you as you drift off to sleep when a thought hits you suddenly.  What if you fall asleep and wake up in your own bed again?


“Mmm, hmm?”

“What if I wake up tomorrow and I’m back home?”

“That’s not going to happen, sweetheart,” Dean murmurs.  “I won’t let it.”

He tightens his arm around you pulling you closer to him.

“You’re staying right here.”

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A thing about the rumour regarding Hansol

Wow okay so I just woke up and read about Hansol leaving SM to be honest I’m not sure what to believe in because the events contradicts itself??

1. Because this would explain why he isn’t on the sm rookies ig activities (live,pictures or the exo concert) BUT STILL fingers cross that he would be included in the NCT 127 comeback.

2. Another thing is that SM trainees aren’t allowed to own an IG account if they do during their non-trainee years they are asked to either not post anything or delete it. I know about this because I used to follow a YouTuber who auditioned for SM and for some reason she deleted the contents (and she doesn’t upload anymore the last being 8 months ago) of her account and her IG was set into private.

3. The account could be fake and was created to troll around but still this contradicts itself because their was a tag photo of him and his friend and a never before seen photo of him which is also relatively fresh because it was posted 10 hrs ago.

4. Last, I really doubt that SM would let go of Hansol? Considering that he trained for years and of course SM made an investment in him (lets be honest here) and if you guys don’t know during trainee years the company would take out money from their account to pay for your trainee years this is why during debut, artist earns a minimum wage or nothing at all because their salaries goes to the company to pay for their trainee years. Hansol has a fanbase of his own not to mention sasaengs and basically everyone in the fandom is waiting for him to debut, the anticipation is their for Hansol one of the greatest dancers of NCT so I doubt that SM would let him go. But still I would understand if Hansol left the company, he trained for a long period of time and still couldn’t debut at all, in all those years I know he would either be depress, impatient or lose hope.

No matter what just trust Hansol, he knows what’s better for him. If he still with sm let’s rejoice our hip thrusting king would debut some day. If he’s not understand what Hansol would felt like, being ready and yet the next chapter is just a blur.


It has come to my attention that some of you guys might have interpreted the sasaeng line differently than what I initially mean. Here’s an explanation (trying to keep it clear and simple) sasaeng knows the ‘real tea’, they know informations that are not available to the public nor to the fans, now think of it this way; would they follow Hansol if he isn’t in SM anymore? Shouldn’t the sasaeng or an anonymous source post on SNS state that he left/planning to leave even before Hansol made this IG account (he’s a famous trainee I doubt news outlets will let this issue go if he did left or is planning too)? I’ll leave it to this, this is the simplest way I could explain my sasaeng statement.

Now, I DID NOT CLAIM THAT SASAENG ARE FANS OR ANYTHING BETWEEN THOSE LINES NOR DID I INTENDED TOO. I’ve been a kpop fan for 6 years I know what a sasaeng can do.

If I cause some kinda of misunderstanding I’m really sorry. I’ll try to keep things clear and simple next time. I’m sorry for causing confusion.

End note, just believe in Hansol no matter what. If he left, support him. If he stayed, support him. Hansol knows what’s best for him. Spread the love and positivity 🐶😊💜.

anonymous asked:

something fluffy where Robert gets Aaron a dog/puppy and Aaron gets a bit teary because he loves it so much

It’s Aaron’s counsellor who first suggests a dog. It’s coming up on the second anniversary of Gordon’s death, and Aaron’s panic attacks are at the worst Robert has ever seen them. He brings a bone tired Aaron to counselling on the Tuesday afternoon (not wanting him to drive, not after three nights in a row of no sleep) and when Aaron asks Robert in for the last five minutes (it happened sometimes, Aaron not wanting to have to explain something twice, or feeling like he needed Robert there for a few minutes as the session was wrapping up) when Miriam suggested it, pointed that there was certain breeds of dogs that were great for people with mental health issues.

Aaron had shrugged the suggestion off in the car, pointing out they were too busy to have a dog, they both had full time jobs, two businesses between them, Liv to keep an eye on.

A puppy wasn’t going to fit with their hectic lives, Aaron had said, half asleep against the car window, but Robert didn’t want to let the issue drop, not once he went online and he’d read article after article about how certain types of dogs were fantastic for people with mental health issues, that they could ease panic attacks and help with all sorts.

He’d gone to Paddy about it, three weeks after the counselling appointment. Paddy had raised an eyebrow when Robert had appeared in the doorway of the surgery, their relationship frosty at best, even now, so many months and years on from their first wedding.

Paddy had thawed (a bit) when Robert explained why he was there, explained that he wanted to get Aaron a dog. Paddy had even told him a few stories about Clyde, smiling as he remembered how attached Aaron had been to the dog.

They’d sat down for a full half an hour, going through every suggestion of a breed Robert had bookmarked on his phone until they’d decided on a golden retriever. They had a good temperament, apparently, and Paddy had given an instant nod of approval when he’d looked at the article Robert showed him.

He’d promised faithfully that he would find a dog for them, and Robert had gone back to their house and pulled Aaron in for a cuddle, holding him close as he struggled to sleep again, every inch of him exhausted as they sat in front of the telly, a holiday program playing quietly in the background.

The noise helped, sometimes, the familiarity of it all, when Aaron couldn’t sleep.

Robert had almost given up hope of Paddy actually finding them a dog, when his father-in-law had texted, saying one of his clients had a golden retriever who’d recently had puppies and was looking to sell.

Robert had fallen in love with the tiny yellow puppy the moment he’d seen it, the energetic little dog scrambling unsteadily on it’s feet, toothless mouth nipping at Robert’s ankles as he’d bent down to give it a rub.

“What do you think?” Paddy had asked, wringing his hands as he waited for Robert’s reaction.

Robert had simply grinned in reply, scooping the excited puppy up in his arms, the baby golden retriever wriggling in his arms, licking tiny little licks across Robert’s chin, and cheek. “I think he’s going to love her.”

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gusthefarmer  asked:

How do you feel about the other issues people have with suckpencil? (ableism, exploitation, stealing ideas for merch, disrespect of ppl...)

i think she’s awful in every sense of the word.

ableism- I think her exploitation of mentally ill people is just gross. it makes my skin crawl that she sees nothing wrong with using mentally ill pople in crappy scary stories for a cheap thrill factor– because it turns out, oh, the deranged serial killer was mentally ill all along. she constantly demonizes people with ‘scary’ mental illnesses such as psychosis or schizophenia, and thus spreads the idea that people with those illnesses are all serial killers or something along the same lines, the same way the movie Split did with DID. heres a few sources of sixpenceee’s ableism. There’s also a weird stream of stories that contain child abuse in her tags, which is, you know… nasty. 

exploitation- I really think the biggest thing that’s popped up about sixpenceee’s explotative habits is the whole sixpenceeeheals bullshit. It astounds me that she sat down at her laptop, typed that out, made time to set it all up, read it all over and thought ‘yep, that’s good enough to post!’, then was.. confused? defensive? at the backlash. She issued a half assed apology that never really stated what she was doing was wrong, that she was trying to scam mentally ill kids who look up to her out of $30 in one of her pathetic get rich quick schemes she always seems to pop up with. That was just fucked up, man. Oh, and then she weirdlt started passive-aggresively reblogging posts that were defending her? She has like… no moral compass. (x) (x)

tshirts- When I found out about the fact that she was stealing t shirt designs. It’s as if we go, ‘wow, how can sixpenceee get any worse?’, and she sees it as a challenge. She’s even stolen things UNDER COPYRIGHT LAW and sold them to third parties for profit, which is illegal? and she could be sued– (correct me if i’m wrong, i’m no lawyer). There’s also the ‘stop human trafficing shirt’, ironic. It’s just constant money grabbing, constant note grabbing, for mediocre shirts or shirts with other people’s art on it. God, I hope she gets sued.

disrespect and general lack of human compassion- I’m just gonna say it– she’s like a badly programmed robot. Like, a one hellbent on attacking everyone and everything that calls her out. She often sends her followers to attack people who make callout posts, and then when people bite back, she acts the victim and whines that it isnt her fault. And she blocks, and blocks, and blocks… I’m actually pretty upset that she began sourcing her posts (good!) with the sources she’s went and gotten off of our blog without a thank you or a nod of the head or even unblocking us. It’s sort of like, ‘hey, don’t look at that blog who’s trying to help me out and credit original artists, look at ME! i sourced my posts, so stop making callout posts about me kthnxbye.’ It’s narcissism like i’ve never seen before.

tl;dr – sixpenceee? hate her

-Mod Vix

Staged picture……
So as we all know Karlie went to Saint Barthomley and the surrounding islands for work just over a week ago.
Josh then recently posted a picture of her in water and Karlie followed suit. Karlie tagged the location as Turks and Caicos, which is a collection of islands not far from St Barts.
Karlie had both of the pictures taken.
She then told Josh to post one of her , so she could then post another.
Josh was never with Karlie. Pictures were staged to make it look like a cute couple getaway.
What’s that I smell *sniff* *sniff* PR Stunt.

  • *Mom walks into room without knocking*
  • Me: When in the twenty first century did people forget how to knock?
  • Mom: Are you wearing boxer briefs?
  • Me: Why are you here again?
  • Mom: I was wondering if you have any dirty laundry.
  • Me: When did you start washing my laundry?
  • Mom: Since you were born.
  • Me: I've been doing my own laundry since like middle school.
  • Mom: So why are you wearing underwear usually made for boys?
  • Me: I don't know if you remember, but I'm gay.
  • Mom: Honey, you're a lesbian. I'm gay.
  • Me: What?
  • Mom: I like guys. I'm gay. You like girls. You're a lesbian.
  • Me: Seriously, mom?
  • Mom: Is that why you wanted to do your own laundry? Because I could never differ your flannels and underwear from your brother? I also couldn't tell who's snapbacks were whose. Speaking of which your brother's girlfriend left her flannel on the couch. It looked a bit big for her though so I thought she was just wearing your brother's until I saw your initials on the tag. And I'm pretty sure you two don't have the same initials. I also know that I've made it habit for you to put your initials on your tags since you were a kid. So please tell me why your brother's girlfriend was wearing your shirt?
  • Me: *Fidgets uncomfortably* I mean she's kind of my ex and never actually returned a couple of my flannels, but looks like I got one back huh?
  • Mom: JFC, are you for real?

I had the weirdest damn encounter today so far at work. A customer for the pharmacy I clean came in and made a beeline for me. She got so far into my personal space that I swear to fucking God I could count every goddamn eyelash she had. She asked me if I knew her niece “Monica” who, apparently, works with me? I don’t know a Monica, so I told her no. That’s when she reached out and literally PALMED my name tag, which was over my boob, and said “but you definitely work for (insert company name)”. Turns out she cleans on the day shift in the HOSPITAL not the clinic where I clean(I asked my supervisor). So we never ever meet. This woman made me so fucking uncomfortable Jesus Christ. Thank fucking God the pharmacists noticed and, by chance, knew her by name so they were able to get the beast away from me. I spent the next 15 to 20 minutes cleaning in the lobby waiting for her to leave the pharmacy. Wtf lady!? I haven’t had an experience like that since I worked at my old craft job! I didn’t have the balls to do anything about it because I seriously love cleaning in pharmacy and did not want to fuck up a good thing by unleashing my temper. -Abby

i have LITERALLY never hated any other painting as much as i have hated this one which is odd because 1) i was really excited about it when i started and 2) i don’t even know why i loathe it so much

but anyway i dug it out of my closet today bc my mom wanted me to sign it and before i gave it to her and told her i never wanted to see it again i thought i’d take a picture for the record

it’s not even finished 
shoot me

anonymous asked:

I know you have a lot on your plate but I would love for more of maggie sugden. Maybe Robert doesn’t find her so cute when he discoverers she has chewed his fav shirt.

Robert didn’t mind dogs, he really didn’t. He’d never had anything against them, and since he’d bought Maggie for Aaron, he’d found a whole new appreciation for dogs, the excitable golden retriever doing wonders for Aaron’s mental health.

He’d even grown to love Maggie a lot himself, her temperament as good and as kind as every article he’d read about golden retrievers online had implied, the puppy happy to curl up on Robert’s lap in the evenings when they’d watch telly.

(Robert would let the three times she’d peed on his lap slide.)

But he couldn’t let this one slide.

“AARON!” Robert yelled at the top of his voice, the familiar sound of his husband taking the stairs two at a time filling the house.

“Whats wrong? Whats happened?” Aaron asked, panic evident in his voice.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t going to let Maggie upstairs,” Robert said, trying not to start a full blown argument with his husband. “And that you were going to keep our bedroom door closed in case she got up here without us knowing.”

Aaron had crouched down to scratch Maggie behind the ears now, a grin fixed in place on his face as he messed with her. “I must have forgot, sorry,” he said, not sounding the slightest bit sorry at all.

Robert forced himself to count to ten in his head before he spoke. “She’s chewed through my tie, Aaron,” he said, waving the now ruined (and every expensive) tie at his husband. “I’ve got a meeting in Leeds in a half an hour! I’m going to have to change my whole outfit now!”

Aaron rolled his eyes, scooping Maggie into his arms. She was going on six months old now, so much bigger than she had been that first day Robert had brought her home, Aaron still more than able to carry her around like she was a baby, cradled in his arms.

“Don’t be so dramatic,” he snorted, rocking Maggie in his arms. “Just wear the navy tie.”

“The navy tie doesn’t go.”

“Yes it does,” Aaron reassured, waving one of Maggie’s paws at Robert. “Anyway, she’s sorry, aren’t you girl?”

Maggie barked in response.

“I think you love that dog more than you love me sometimes,” Robert grumbled, tossing the tie covered in dog saliva onto Aaron’s pillow, rooting out the navy one Aaron was talking about.

Aaron grinned, nuzzling his face against Maggie’s fur. “You’re right, I do love her more. She’s a better cuddler than you are!”

anonymous asked:

Feyrhys and the AU “I was trying to take a sneeky picture of you because i told my friend about the hot guy on the train and she wanted to see but you totally noticed and yeah this is awkward”

A/N: ok i really love this AU.  And I kinda (by kinda i mean definitely) want to write more in this universe, so let me know what you all think! @rhysndtrash I did the thing! [Part 2!]

~ Rattled ~

Shooting a furtive glance toward her slumbering companion, Feyre bit her lip and tugged her cellphone from the pocket of her messenger bag.

I think I found my muse

There’s a delay in reply, which Feyre fills by scrolling through Tumblr and Instagram, grinning faintly at a few kind comments and tags on her latest piece, which is a misleading characterization unless one considers ‘latest’ to mean over six months.  Still, its good for her ego. 

She’s halfway through reading a ranting conspiracy theory, which managed to connect heelys and Roswell, when an alert drops down at the top of her screen from Mor.

Oo.  intriguing.  is he hot? 

Smirking despite herself, Feyre opens the message to respond.

I never said it was a he

I could be talking about a non-human for all you know

Three dots appear almost immediately and she settles back against the worn but pleasantly clean faux velvety seat, sipping at her fountain drink only to be met with a mouthful of watered down Sprite.  Gross.

pretty sure thats illegal

also that doesnt sound like a denial to me…

Rolling her eyes, Feyre answers back,

ew thanks for making that gross

and fine.  it’s a guy.  but this isn’t about hotness.  artists have muses that they remain platonic with

mhmmm.  so is this going to be a fling or are we talking long term life partners?

whats your stance on marriage as an institution?

Feyre lets out a snort at that, then quickly checks to be sure she hasn’t woken sleeping beauty.  Because he is…beautiful that is.  Purely from an artistic perspective.  This isn’t romantic attraction.  She definitely didn’t think about mouthing her way across his sharp jaw bone while his hands gripped-

i hate you

As if Mor had expected that answer, she fires back almost immediately

no u dont.  and send pics

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My computer is currently down so in waiting, here’s a kinda old and quick doodle x//D

She doesn’t wanna say why she’s sad, she’s just gonna burry her face here and occasionally mumble something incomprehensible. 

“What’s happening?”
“…I … I didn’t get that.”

You heard that right, my dudes: 100 (presumably) separate people have decided to stick with this loser.

And to celebrate this great phenomenon, I thought I’d do some shoutouts!
But in general, I wanna thank each and every one of you for slamming that follow button. If you didn’t make the list, do not fret: your local garbage (me) may have forgotten, as she is wont to do, and as such, she apologizes profusely in advance. Having said that, I imagine if I ever make the remarkable climb to 200, I’ll do this again, so FEAR NOT: YOUR CHANCES HAVE NOT YET ENDED.

So. Let’s get into this, shall we ? I do believe we shall!

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WHAT i wasnt aware of that Izzy part hahaha

well, ages ago someone shared a pic of some deleted lines from the asib script (and i can’t find that pic anywhere, so if someone finds it please tag me <3) in which mycroft introduced irene, saying she was american born “but you wouldn’t tell from her accent“, her friends called her Izzy and her professional name was Iranya. i don’t remember if he mentioned her as The Woman tho