i only need one more follower


This is the last one, folks … hope you enjoy it … I have had the best following ever for it :) … the readers are wonderful, the comments are fantastic, the tagging warms my heart and the reblogging is phenomenal … I love you all more than you know …

I started this insanity in October for FicFest and it was only going to be two or three stories at most … finished #47 in November for NaNoWriMo and have been holding myself back from posting the whole damn thing at once for nearly two months … I need a drink …

I have another series in the works to follow up my Undercover post and I’ll start those in a few days …

Right now, my editor/cousin Dave is demanding I do my book edits so off I go …


The series is as follows so far:

Mama Scully’s Party …. MorningUnderwearsMapsNachosFoul BallPromisesStayPhone CallsFlannel InterruptionAwakeningFriendly CompromisesScrabbleApart …  A Long WeekLightningMissing YouInterimStuffWaitingGoingHandsUnsteadyFearFastSlowRegardlessInto the DarkLightSurfboardsCurbsShowersBordersCanyonsSoakedIce CreamNever HappenedDeep SouthAlmostBlue-Suede ShoesUnwelcomeRemarkableStarsDoorbellsM&Ms … Knees


He tried to catch her one more time as she changed the next morning but in his zeal to get around the corner quickly, he stumble-hopped into the wall, crashing gracelessly then slid to the floor. Scully appeared in the hall immediately, fearing he’d finally killed himself but instead found him grinning on the ground, rubbing a goose egg on his forehead, “I should probably stop trying to sneak a peek at you.”

She shook her head, then crouched down beside him, “just can’t wait a few more days, can you?”

Unabashedly ogling her breasts, rounded and smooth under the Lucky Charms t-shirt she stole from him five minutes earlier, “Lucky Charms indeed.”

She stood, leaving him prone, “I’m going to take the bags down while you think about what you’ve done, young man.”

He bit his tongue from firing back with ‘and more about what I haven’t done yet’ because he was a gentleman, after all, and sitting with a smile, he gave her a minute or two before he began scooting down the stairs, dragging his ever-present crutches behind.

She had the car packed within the hour and once done, she came back in, grabbing them the two granola bars and the pudding cup with disposable spoon she’d left on the counter, then beckoned him out to the back porch. They both settled on the steps, eating the bars and sharing the pudding. Eventually holding out the last spoonful to her, “I wonder what your mom is making for dinner?”

“Should we tell her we’re coming back today,” he watched her lick the spoon clean, his fingers bobbing under the pressure of her tongue against plastic, “or just drop on by and surprise her?”

He went full-on male for a moment and never heard a word she said, the processing power needed for what he just witnessed demolishing any rational thought capabilities he had. It was only when he saw her lips curve into a radiant smile to rival the sun rising overhead that he woke back up, “what?”

Her smile grew exponentially, “you are totally my Mulder, aren’t you?”

“Was there every any doubt?”


The drive home was easy; traffic was easy, food was easy, music was easy, his hand in hers was easy, her palm on his thigh was easy …

The mini-make-out session they had in the back of the rest area parking lot was very easy.

It was nearly five when they pulled to a stop in front of Maggie’s house, the pair recognizing Dave’s car as well as Charlie’s. Scully turned the car off but didn’t get out, her fingers around the steering wheel, “are we actually doing this, Mulder? Are we going to go in there and proclaim whatever the hell we are now because honestly, I really don’t know and it makes me nervous to think that Dave and Charlie and Sarah and Joanna and my mother will be the first witnesses to the train wreck that is ‘Mulder’n’Scully: the Early Years’.”

Peeling her fingers from the fake leather, he held her hand a minute, “first, we are well beyond ‘The Early Years’. Everybody who has ever seen us interact and is not your older brother is expecting this. They’ve witnessed the flirting and the near-death hospital bed vigils and the quarantines and the card games and plenty enough Sunday dinners that at this point, Charlie or Dave are going to beat me if something doesn’t happen between us.”

Finally turning towards him, “can we maybe just sit on this a little longer? Possibly … pretend we haven’t exchanged spit and red M&Ms?”

“Is this the freak out I should be expecting or is this just the tip of the iceberg?”

There was no annoyance in his tone, his demeanor still relaxed, still perfectly Mulder in every way and she was grateful for it, “I would just like to get us together in some ordered fashion before we bring in the masses, all right?”

“So … right now … we’re just … two friends who’ve spent six weeks together in two countries surfing, breaking shit and getting drunk?”

One side of her mouth pulled up, her eyes crinkling in amusement and memories, “maybe substitute ‘shit’ for ‘stuff’ given there will be kids present.”

Kissing her knuckles, he knocked them against his chin, “come on, woman, I’m hungry.”

Scully got out, grabbing the bag of souvenirs from the backseat before meeting him beside the bumper, “ready for some chaos?”

“When am I not?”

Starting across the lawn, the front door of Maggie’s house opened, several children tumbling out, racing towards the pair, yelling ‘Aunt Dana’ and ‘Mulder’ as they surrounded them, demanding stories of sharks and aliens and asking about presents. Once Scully had shoo’ed them back inside with promises to answer all questions, Mulder tugged on her arm, “Scully?”


“They just answered your question.” When she gave him a confused look, he shrugged and nodded towards the house, amusement playing on his face, “about what we are? We’re ‘Aunt Dana’ and ‘Mulder’ and that appears to be damn good enough for them so it is damn good enough for me.”

“Is it damn good enough for me?”

“Damn right.”


Maggie just shook her head when they wandered into the house a minute later, hugging tightly first, then, “leave it to you two not to call. Luckily I made extra food.”

Mulder kissed her on the cheek, “I could have invited a platoon with me, Maggie and there still would have been leftovers but it was your kid’s idea not to call so yell at her while I go sneak something from the oven.”

The rest of the time before dinner and the entire meal showcased Mulder at his finest storytelling abilities. Scully hadn’t really sat and thought about everything they’d been through in the last month and a half and listening to Mulder, she realized tonight would just be the beginning. At one of the few moments Mulder stopped to breathe and everyone calmed enough to hear her, she promised plenty of pictures the following Sunday, complete with more adventures she couldn’t remember at the moment but she was sure Mulder had managed to document on his ever-present camera.

Eventually, they had finished dinner and were in the living room, discussing who was hungry for the waiting dessert of pie and ice cream. About to make a joke about Scully still looking for a piece of pie she might like, instead Mulder watched her cup her hand under her nose to catch the flow of blood streaming down. Grabbing the dishtowel from over Maggie’s shoulder, he held it up, moved it under Scully’s now dripping hand and seamlessly helped her scoot it below her nose. She turned towards the stairs to go clean up, hoping most people hadn’t noticed and shook her head, motioning him back when he tried to follow.

After she’d disappeared, he rotated on his good foot, knowing what he’d find; a roomful of silent people staring after Scully, looks ranging from confused interest by the kids to fear from the adults to downright terror from Maggie. She looked like she was going to faint, going whiter than eggshells and Mulder shifted to guide her to sit in the nearest chair, which Charlie vacated promptly, “she’s fine, Maggie. She’s perfectly fine.”

Looking like she didn’t believe him, “that hasn’t … that hasn’t happened since … she was sick.”

“She’s fine. I swear to you, she’s fine.” He knew there were other words for fine but at that very second, he couldn’t think of any, relegating himself to sounding like a parrot, regurgitating the same word over and over. Taking a deep breath, “the same thing happened at the beginning of vacation and when we got to San Diego, we went to the hospital and they ran tests and gave her an MRI and everything is fine. Honest to God, everything is fine.”

Maggie stood, then stopped, hovering over her chair, trying to decide whether to follow her daughter, “you are telling me everything?”

“I swear to you. It’s happened a few more times but she really is okay. I would not lie about this to you, I swear. She really is fine. All the tests and the scans came back clear. They told her her iron was low. That’s it.” Watching carefully, Mulder put his hands on Maggie’s shoulders, leaning over to look her square in the eye, “if you are feeling the same thing I did for that three days, there is no earthly way I would keep you in the dark about anything, I promise you.”

He could see the relief creep in, taming the panic somewhat until she nodded, “all right. Should I go up?”

“I’ll go. Sit back down and take a deep breath, all right?”

Deciding he’d just defined them as a pair, he waited until Maggie sat down, then hopped to the bottom of the stairs, one hand on the bannister, one on the railing, “Scully!?!”

His yell startled her as she struggled into one of the t-shirts she’d grabbed from the stash she always left behind, and coming to the top of the steps, “what?!”

“I love you!!”

Nearly falling down the stairs, she held onto the railing at the top, looking at him, eyes wide, “what?”

Dave, lovable, pain in the ass cousin Dave, from his place lying on the floor, “He said he loved you! Are you deaf now or something? Answer him back, for God’s sake.”

“Yes, I heard him, Dave, thank you!”


Shaking her head, she gave Mulder a tilting, serious look, “why do you say that now?”

“What’d she say?”

“Shut up, Charlie!”

“Kiss my toe, Dana!”

Maggie smacked her son on the knee, “quiet.”

Grinning at his mother, “well, she needs to talk louder, Ma, or else we’re never going to hear anything.”

Mulder, his own smile wide, looked up at his partner, “get down here, Scully.”  Giddy to her core in a sudden rush, she smiled at him, then hiked up her shirt and bra, flashing him for a moment before settling the cotton smooth and walking down the steps. Mulder let out a laugh that made the room smile but by now, he’d forgotten about them, only having eyes for her as she stopped two steps above him, lined up perfectly with his mouth, which he stared at for a long moment, “What was that for?”

Leaning in, forehead to forehead, nose to nose, “you’ll never catch me otherwise so I thought I’d help you out a little.”

Eyes shutting, “I would give you every red M&M in the world if I could.”

“I love you, too. You have no idea how much.”

This time, it was Maggie who chimed in, totally out of character and not caring in the slightest, “would you just kiss her already? Some of us have ice cream and pie to serve.”

So, he did.


And again.

And again.


a/n: yes, I know … The Sex has not happened == not yet anyways … but I wanted to make something that my 12-year old kid could read and enjoy … 8^) … there will probably be a more serious toned follow-up (with The Sex) to this but it’ll be a little while in the making …

itshaejinju  asked:

I'm having a depressing day super headache with bad allergies some Prompto, s/o and baby chocobo scenario fluff? I need some Sunshine Boy cheering up. Thanks!

Oh no! I hope you feel better soon!


How in the world did that boy manage to get that many baby chocobos in his arms? He’s carrying them over to you with the biggest grin on his face. Prompto’s day has been made.

“LOOK AT THEM, BABE!” He exclaims. A few of them hop out of his arms and scatter around him, followed by a few more, until only one is left in his arms. He hugs it close and rubs its feathery face against his freckled cheek.

When the baby chocobo swarm discovers you and starts pecking at your feet, you lower to a crouch to pet a few of them while Prompto walks over.

“They’re so cute,” you say. One nips at your finger and you flinch, but it doesn’t hurt too much.

“We need one of these at our house.”


“What? I mean…Okay, well I know it’ll get too big to stay forever, but,” poor guy gives you the puppy dog eyes.

“We’re not bringing home a baby chocobo only to bring it back here when it gets too big,” you reply, snickering. “…Maybe one day we can get our own place out here and just raise a ton of them together.”

“Yeah? Now that would be awesome.” He sits next to you and while picturing his own chocobo outpost, and makes a gesture in the air, as if he were reading a sign.

“the “Sunshine Chocobo Outpost’,” Prompto says, sighing dreamily. “Think we could make that happen?”

“Probably,” you reply, scritching the underside of one of the baby chocobo in your lap’s chin. It chirps happily before trying to hop into Promptp’s lap.

“That’d be a pretty awesome life. Hangin’ out with fluffy chocobos every day…”

“You’re not wrong. We’ll get there someday.”

“We better.”

the only four possible interpretations of the song ‘i saw mommy kissing santa claus,’ each more terrible than the last

listen. i can’t possibly be the first person to fall down this awful rabbit hole. i can’t possibly be the first person on the internet to point this out. 

but i need someone else to keep me company in this terrible brain-room i have built because i now seem incapable of leaving no matter how hard i try, so grab your favorite seasonally appropriate slippers and follow me on this journey into the worst five minutes of your life.

because one of four things is happening with this song:

1. a child crept downstairs late on december 24 hoping for a glimpse of jolly ol’ st nick, dreaming of some ‘t’was the night before christmas’ whimsy or maybe even a ‘polar express’-level adventure, only to instead be confronted by the sight of santa macking on their mom. right there in the living room. 

also, did you know that, in the lyrics, after mommy kisses santa, she tickles him “underneath his beard so snowy white”? think about that for a moment. really let it sit with you. you won’t want to, but let it marinate a sec.

the child did not witness a quick, platonic european-style cheek kiss. there is something more happening here. i have given friends a friendly peck before but it was not followed by ticking–their chin? their sternum? man, each to their own. but my point is: we are not talking about a simple mistletoe smooch. we are talking about intimacy.

and look, i did not come here to slutshame anyone’s mom. i certainly did not come here to slutshame anyone’s mom for making out with santa–check the archives i have literally never expressed such an interest anywhere in the years of this blog and i DEFY YOU to prove otherwise

but damn, that is a loaded way to learn of your parent’s infidelity, and shit, when you go to your dad with this information (in the chorus the narrator repeatedly voices this intention), you are about to put yourself in the middle of a weird, messy custody battle.

2. “but smile” you say, “you do realize that this song is meant to be tongue-in-cheek, with the clear implication the child is a classic unreliable narrator, too naive to realize ‘santa claus’ is just Dad in disguise, and furthermore that this irony is heavily telegraphed by the repeated assertion ‘what a laugh it would have been / if Daddy had only seen,’ a line that could never have made it into an ostensibly light-hearted christmas song if not for the certainty that it is all in fact a hilarious misunderstanding? it’s the kid’s dad! you are thinking about this way too much!’

ok first of all, obviously.

second of all, counterpoint: how do you mistake your dad for santa? he’s your dad. you know what he looks like. no matter the extenuating circumstances, if you are creeping around in your own house late at night and you see a man who looks like your dad kissing your mom, how would your first thought be anything other than ‘oh probably that is my dad’

“um smile,” you interject, probably a little distressed by the intensity in my voice and the general lack of blinking, “earlier in this very post you quote a line that tells us, the listener, precisely what enables this shakespearean case of mistaken identity: the dad is wearing a fake beard ‘so snowy white’. ipso facto, the dad is dressed like santa. bam. case closed, encyclopedia brown.”

but no. nonononono. wait. unpack that. why is the speaker’s dad in full santa garb? 


we already know the dad had no intention of being seen by any of his children. how do we know this? well, a) it’s the middle of the night and b) presumably if the dad intended for his offspring to take in the santa act, he wouldn’t be subjecting his child to this psycho-sexual minefield.

“ok now,” you say, “maybe one or both of the parents has a fetish, it is not your place to judge.”

well, yeah. but maybe when you have kids, the middle of the living room is not the place for your kris kringle kink. consenting adults should of course chase their bliss, but the child who takes in this scene is gonna come out of this with some very specific emotional baggage, i’m just saying.

3. “okay smartass,” you persevere, maybe now a little tired by my inability to let this go. (sorry.) “consider this: maybe within the fiction of the song, santa is real. you don’t know what type of relationship the speaker’s parents have with each other. you definitely don’t know what type of relationship santa has with mrs. claus. polyamory is a thing. open marriages are a thing. this could all be a completely above-the-board situation. the child will, as we have already established, approach their dad, at which point they will have a frank and informative dialogue about monogamy alternatives. merry christmas.”

well listen, i hate to rain on your parade, friend, but there is a crucial flaw in this line of reasoning: christmas eve is a workday for santa. santa is on the clock. santa has the impossibly difficult, high-stakes task of delivering presents to all the good children celebrating the holiday. this is literally the one night of the year where he needs to knuckle down and concentrate on his job.

and instead he is out there, still in full uniform, in the middle of his most important workday all year, getting his beard tickled?

fucking unprofessional. kids are gonna not get their gifts because of this bullshit.


great. now the narrator has to go the whole rest of their life wondering what the fuck in their subconscious conjured these images on christmas goddamn eve. not toys, not candy, not playing in the snow, or any other source of festive child-friendly cheer. no, this little kid nestled up snug in their bed on the night before christmas and dreamed not of sugarplums but of the hypothetical chemistry between santa and their mom.

there is no win scenario in this story. everywhere you turn it is an absolute fucking nightmare.

…and people are angry about plain red fucking starbucks cups. goddamn.

anyway. happy holidays, everyone.

Me throughout Rogue One
  • Me at the start: Cannot wait cannot wait!!
  • Me at the end: ..... *can no longer speak English and can only roll around helplessly on the floor while weird noises come from my throat*.....
Show off
  • Yuri: I'm going to showcase our love in front of millions of people, in your own homeland, so they can all know you're mine
  • Victor: *shudders*Y-yuri!
  • Yurio: fucking showoffs
  • Yakov: if you think they're such 'show offs why're filming them on your phone?
  • Yurio: that's cause I need more Instagram followers, they're a fucking gold mine, that Thailand dude isn't going to be only one getting something out of these fucktards
  • Emil: man that's cold

I DID A THING!! This was for a secret santa group here @mystic-messenger-secret-santa for one of my giftees @yuka-shion and the prompt was very open so I took the opportunity to do a shoot I’ve been wanting to do .Thanks for the excuse!! ;)

Here’s me trying to portray the normal/dark sides of each character (minus V+Unknown cuz they ain’t playable yet) In the order I played them, weirdly enough…

These didn’t come out quite the way I wanted them to, but I rather like them anyway. ^^ I will also reblog the submission for a more detailed description of things, but here’s the separate photos (I could only submit them as one)

Friends! Acquaintances! Each and every one of you! Lend me your ears for a moment, please. I love those whom I follow, but I only see a few of you regularly on my feed.  If you post:

  • Witchcraft information of any kind
  • Tips
  • Tricks
  • Spells
  • Actual witchcraft!
  • Celtic/Gaelic paganism stuff
I need to follow you! So yeah. I need more witchcraft blogs to follow and by that I don’t mean aesthetic blogs (even though they’re so gorgeous and give me feelings).  If you post any of the aforementioned, like or reblog this and I’ll check you out.

welcome to namchims’ masterlist! this post will contain all the works that we have written and will continuously be updated!

♡ = mature/rated│✧ = fluff│✗ = angst

Keep reading

Show Me Love 14

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Pietro Maximoff x Reader

Plot: Bucky returns home while Y/N returns to the dating pool.  Neither is an easy transition.

Warnings: fluff, angst, Bucky’s a fucking idiot, Steve is too, Sharon’s done with everyone’s shit, Pietro is perfect, smut.

A/N:  This one jumps all around POV’s but I think it’s easy enough to follow.  Let’s just pretend ATJ’s hair is silver in that second gif, huh? lol HAVE ANOTHER NOVEL CHAPTER.  Only ONE MORE after this!!!

This one’s for you, @sergeantjamesbarnes107th .  I love you girl and appreciate all of your help, I hope you like it 😉 

Missed something?  Find the beginning HERE

⬅️⬅️PART 13 ||| PART 15➡️➡️

Originally posted by annutystan

The apartment was quiet, the door swinging open to choke him with the stale air inside.

True to his word, Bucky gave Y/N all the time she needed to move out.  But nothing really prepared him for going back to their home and knowing that she didn’t share it with him anymore.

The Christmas tree stood half naked in the corner, the sight digging holes out of his heart and he felt his shoulders droop.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

hi im a very new army like i only became an army yesterday and your one of the few army blogs im following and i want to pick a bias but i need help.i never pick a based on their looks i tend to focus on the personality more and since you know the boys pretty well can you give me a real quick brief summary about the boys and their personality so i can pick a bias?<3

*cracks knuckles* alright. let’s do this.

this is jin. vocalist. real name kim seokjin. born dec 4th 1992. also called mama jin, pink princess, super mario enthusiast number #1, the most handsome man alive. from anyang. feeds the rest of the members to make sure they don’t die of starvation. loves to cook. apparently cooks bland food (source: yoongi). has the voice of an angel. listen to his covers on soundcloud. probably loves the color pink more than you. has a mukbang called eat jin. the oldest. is very caring and motherly towards the group, but knows when to turn on the sass when the kids are acting like they deserve an ass whoopin’. once accidentally posted a picture in their dorm with a condom in the background. once stepped out of a car and became an internet sensation: car door guy. is actually the most handsome man alive. 

this is suga. rapper. real name min yoongi. born march 9 1993. also called min pd, producer min, d-boy, min yoongi jjang jjang man boong boong, grandpa of the group.  enjoys his sleep. can often be seen in the background of videos just chilling on his phone. #Relatable in the form of a man. seems like a tough guy is actually the sweetest thing alive and cries when thanking the fans at concerts and writes 100-tweet-long messages. once spent an hour tweeting from the bath. loves kumamon more than life. balances stuffed animals on his head during fansigns. a grumpy gus. from daegu and dont u forget it. the absolute sassiest thing alive. a great producer. super hardworking. has scented candles in his studio. once licked a bath bomb. 

this is jhope. rapper and dancer. real name jung hoseok. born feb 18 1994. nicknames hobi, your hope, piece of literal sunshine. do not look at him smiling or else you’ll be blinded by how bright it is. expert at girl group dances. likes to hit people. sometimes posts videos of himself/does livestreams dancing titled hope on the street. choreography leader. from gwangju. go listen to his solo song 1verse on their soundcloud. energetic and hella wild. goofy and is a pro at making people laugh. can’t dance in heels. scared of everything. if you watch a video and there is unidentified screaming in the background, that is probably him. is as flexible as a cooked noodle and it terrifies me.

this is rap monster. ignore the stage name. rapper and leader. real name kim namjoon. born sept 12 1994. nicknames: dance monster, rapmon, RM, leader mon, a nerd. waxes poetic about so many things and i love it. philosophical as hell. from ilsan. loves to share his music on twitter #RMusic. hella fashionable, even though his fashion sense is also hella weird. posts #aesthetic fashion pics on twitter called #KimDaily. has a mixtape called RM thats fire. is r-a-p monster not d-a-n-c-e monster. has an IQ of 140 but probably still pushes on doors that have PULL signs. taught himself english. loves to read a lot. once tripped at rehearsal and injured himself. really fucking awkward and an actual dorky nerd. leaves his old contact lenses on the floor of his room. snores really loudly.

this is jimin. vocalist and dancer. full name park jimin. born oct 13 1995. nicknames: jiminnie, pabo, angel on earth. his body is more fluid than a bottle of water. has a laugh that is brighter than the sun and could cure famine and disease. turns into a sex god when performing; it offends me. but knows how to crank up the cuteness. so cute he could probably kill me and i’d thank him. is actually a brat. does everything he can for his members and would probs walk thru hell if one of them asked. doesnt like being short. is the shortest member. super duper giggly and shy when he’s not performing. turns red as a tomato when he’s embarrassed. once grabbed jungkook by the dick on international live television.

this is v. vocalist. real name kim taehyung. born dec 30 1995. nicknames: taetae, honey, sweetie pie, a little shit. is really energetic and crazy. a master at making ridiculous faces at the camera when It Is Not The Time to be doing so. has a square smile that could probably solve global warming. likes to post videos on twitter that make me wanna sue. once bumped his head on a microphone on live television. loves stuffed animals. is a bigger fan of the rap line than u are. loves children and dogs will go out of his way to interact with them. so super duper touchy with all of the members and i live for it. would be the type of guy to prank you by filling your shoes with whipped cream. he thinks you should watch haikyuu! once did the whip on a tv show about pets for no goddamn reason.

this is jungkook. vocalist, dancer, maknae. full name jeon jungkook. born sept 1 1997. nicknames: kookie, golden maknae, spawn of satan. is the youngest and finds delight in bothering and fucking with his hyungs. actually really shy and cute. but then turns into a smoldering muscle pig the moment he’s on stage. my son. adios middle school. was banned from the gym because his muscles were getting too intense. could still beat me up if he tried. listen to his covers on soundcloud. has a very flexible face. the fandom likes to portray him as this mysterious sex god when he’s actually a nerdy shy emo kid who would rather binge watch anime than sleep. his fave anime character is one punch man. might actually be a bunny reincarnated into a human being. once ate a gumball that fell on the ground.

and that my friends is bangtan sonyeondan. 

anonymous asked:

I am 100% down for twenty chapters of pure smut. On a more realistic note, if the heat was to follow the flow of the rest of the fic it would need at least 7 chapters right? Because most chapters are just one day, or sometimes only part of a day

I would do 50 chapters of smut if readers would let me (even if I did 2 kinks per chapter like someone suggested, it would end up being 30-some chapters). 

7 chapters I think is the minimum I’d do? I just don’t know how many extra would acceptable; I don’t want to overstay my welcome by writing TOO MUCH smut. 😂 

Chekov Imagine {Soulmate AU}

Prompt: Soulmate AU
Warnings: N/A
Word Count: ~1000
A/N: So here is an embarrassingly short fic I made as a break to a long one I’m currently writing.

Everyone is born with it. The red string attached to their wrists. The one only they can see. The one that connects them to their soulmate. You always have the feeling. The feeling that you need to follow it. And find them. You can fight it if need be, but if you’re scared or in distress you will start following it. Always. The closer you get the more the string pulls. And if you’re extremely close the string will stop letting you walk away. The string stops growing for your convenience. (Well unless you had a strong mind and were able to defeat its pull) It only shrinks until you follow it and find your soulmate.

Keep reading

hey bubs!!! i’m so excited to finally be making a favs page!!!! you’re the ones who got me to 10k, so thank you so so much :)))

🌸you must be following me
🌸you must be following my good ol’ pal @dewdrop-peaches
🌸you must reblog this (likes only count as bookmarks)

for a higher chance:
🌸reblogs this more than once
🌸have a similar blog as me
🌸reblog @dewdrop-peaches favs page
🌸reblog some of my own posts
🌸send me cute lil asks and messages
🌸just be a sweet lil pal!!

other tidbits of info:
🌸i will choose around 15 people
🌸i’ll be picking in about 3-4 weeks
🌸this needs to get a good amount of reblogs, so please please reblog it!!
🌸me and @dewdrop-peaches are both doing favs pages, so please reblog hers!! she is one of my favorite humans!!!

thank you guys so much for 10k!!!! i really hope this favs page is enough of a thank you because you guys are the best!! i love all of you dearly✨

About a day ago, I had six followers. Since then, I’ve gained 184 new followers. And only one of them was a porn blog!

So, hello new folks! I’m assuming y’all are all here because of my Reaper story. I initially intended to leave it as a short story, but I’ve had a number of people asking for more (including my sister), so I’m going to see about continuing. It will probably be a little while before I can post another section. I’ll need to do some serious world-building and story planing first.

Thanks to everyone who’s messaged me or left a reply on the post. You’ve all been so lovely!

gorblax  asked:

If I were caught in a Groundhog Day-esque loop on a Shabbos, would I be required to keep Shabbos in every cycle? Every seventh cycle? Am I yotzei if I only do it once?

Okay, I haven’t actually seen Groundhog Day sorry not sorry, so I’m going to make the following assumptions:

  • that you know the day is repeating, but no one else does, and,
  • you can interact with other people.

Also, for our convenience,

  • the time loop encompasses all of Shabbat.

Okay, so with that in mind, if Shabbat repeats itself, do you have to observe it every time? The TL;DR version is: I don’t know, I found arguments on both sides of the issue, but it seems reasonable to think that you only need to keep every seventh day, but must appear to be keeping every day in public. However, for a more in-depth look:

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I desperately need your help! I reallyyyyyy need to follow more BTS blogs. I only like to follow people who make quality content gifs, edits, gfx, etc. So could you please reccommend me some?

ah i’d be happy to! ^^ all the blogs i follow are lovely, but i’m just gonna name a few favorites that immediately come to mind. definitely check out my blogroll here for more good ones~

gifs/gfx: @ojjeon / @mewchim / @busanie / @bwipsul / @sweaterpawsjimin / @jeonify / @apgujeon / @booptae / @sugutie / @syubprince / @yoongles / @yoonmin / @kths / @taeguk / @chimcheroo / @bangtanbanchan / @jiminsaid / @younas / @cutiehuns / @chimchams / @gotjimin

other: @jeondiary / @daegucrew / @j-cypher / @bts420 / @dearkook / @rapsae / @bfjoonie / @r-m / @jinakin / @bang-tan / @rapsmon

fan art: @ask-bts-stuff / @artofennun / @swagasuga / @shuaitofu

hope this was helpful! ♡

Tumblr won’t let me tag this fic as an answer, so here you go. @raimykeller asked for doctor!Stiles saving Derek’s kid.

Stiles was exhausted. He had been on the night shift for the fourth night in a row now and was more than ready to finally go home and sleep. One more hour and he would get to leave the emergency room.

He had just finished checking on a patient, who had been in a bar fight, as the door burst open.

The sun was slowly rising outside and at first Stiles was only able to see the silhouette of a man. Then the man was quickly striding towards him. There was a child in his arms.

“Please, I need help!”, he shouted desperately. Stiles rushed to him.

“Follow me”, he instructed and started walking towards one of the free rooms. The girl in the man’s arms wasn’t looking too good. She was pale and unresponsive.

“What’s wrong with her?”, Stiles asked.

The man shook his head. There was something wild in his tired eyes. “Her fever just kept rising, I didn’t know what to do, please…”

Stiles opened the door to a single room. “Lay her down on the bed. What’s her name?”

The man carefully layed her down and Stiles gave one of the hospital forms to him. “Please fill that out.”

“Her name is Thalia Hale.”

Stiles nodded and moved around the bed. He took out his stethoscope. “Her heartbeat is fast, but that is probanly due to the fever. How old is she?”

The man was watching him like a hawk as Stiles looked for the thermometer. “Ten.”

Stiles nodded. “Her temperature is too high. 40° Celsius, that’s not good. She needs fluids and cold wraps. Are you her father?”

The man nodded. “Derek Hale, yeah.”

“I’m gonna go and get a nurse. Have you filled that out?”.

“Mr. Hale, this is Mrs. Mccall, she is going to give Thalia an IV for fluids, okay?”

Mr. Hale nodded and Melissa smiled reassuringly as she went to do her job. Stiles looked over the information form. He had a hunch what it could be.

“She hasn’t had glandular fever before?”, he asked. Derek shook his head.

“Okay, I’m gonna need some of her blood for a quick test, okay? If it is the glanduar fever, the high fever would be normal, but we would still have to watch over her for the day.”

When Stiles returned from the lab, Thalia was awake. Mr. Hale was holding her hand, talking quietly. Stiles heart throbbed. Seeing parents be gentle with their children was something that he cherished. There were too many children sent to the hospital because of neglect.

“Mr. Hale?”, Stiles called out. His head immidiately snapped up. “I have the results. It is glandual fever. We have to keep her here for the day, but you are free to leave.”

Mr. Hale shook his head. “I’m not going to leave her!”

Stiles smiled softly. “Of course.”

Thalia’s fever went down as the sun began to rise fully. Stiles checked on her every few minutes, while he was walking from patient to patient.

He had just been checking her temperature again, 38° Celsius, when Lydia walked into the room.

“Stiles? What are you still doing here? Your shift ended two hours ago.”

Two hours ago? He looked at his watch. “Oh, I hadn’t noticed.”

“Go home”, Lydia adviced kindly. “You need the sleep.”

Stiles nodded and turned to Mr. Hale. “Ms. Martin is going to take over the care of Thalia now.”

“Your shift ended two hours ago?”, he asked, frowning.

Stiles swallowed. “I assure you, Mr. Hale, I am still just as capable after a long shift.”

Mr. Hale shook his head. “That’s not what I meant. I just”, he thought for a moment,“Thank you. For staying with her. And please, call me Derek. I don’t know how to thank you.”

Stiles could feel heat rising to his cheeks. Derek was smiling kindly and it was doing all kind of things to Stiles’ heart.

“I’m just glad she’s okay, no need to, erm, thank me.”

“Mr. Doctor?”, Thalia called out. Stiles turned back to her to see Lydia still hovering at her side, checking over the information Stiles had written down.

“Yes?”, he asked, curious. Thalia had her father’s piercing gaze.

“I heard coffee is a good way to thank someone. Do you drink coffee?”

“I do? Yes.” He felt like he had passed some kind of test as Thalia smiled. She was still pale, but she looked more alive now.

“Dad?” For a moment the two just stared at each other, before Derek sighed with a small smile.

He looked exhausted, hut his posture was relaxed now and his (really beautiful face) had lost the weariness. “Would you like to get coffee with me someday, Mr. …?”

“Just call me Stiles. And I would love to.”

I hope this was okay. Send me more prompts!
Looking for more blogs to follow

I WILL ONLY FOLLOW IF YOU TAG YOUR POSTS. Don’t need to tag spoilers, as long as you tag your fandoms.

Anime / Manga:
K Project
Bungou Stray Dogs

Ao no Exorcist
Kagerou Project

One Punch Man
Yu-Gi-Oh! (any arc)
Aoharu x Kikanjuu
Owari no Seraph

Pandora Hearts
Tokyo Ghoul

Kiss Him, Not Me
Prince of Stride
Kamigami no Asobi
Dance with Devils
Uta no Prince-sama
Cheer Danshi
Akagami no Shirayukihime
Super Lovers
Junjou Romantica
Studio Ghibli
Makoto Shinkai

Movies / TV Shows:
Harry Potter
Game of Thrones

Will probably not follow if you post majority / a lot of (unless you tag your fandoms): 
Viktuuri / YAOI
pretty much any cartoon fandom except Avatar (SU, Gravity Falls, etc)


i would just like to reach out to each and every one of you that follows me and say: i hope your december is bright and merry, filled with laughter and love, and enables you to embark on a new adventure into the new year, which the optimistic part of me is cautiously believing will be better than the hell year that 2016 has been. 

more importantly, we are only a few weeks shy of spending time with family, friends, and that good holiday food that, despite basic laws of the universe, manages to simultaneously warm the belly and the heart. it’s a time for celebration – even if you are only celebrating that you survived this year – and i want to extend that celebratory spirit to all of my followers, including those not listed here. 

overall, this has been a transformative year: i turned 23, legally changed my name, entered into my fifth year of hrt, and will be graduating from college in two short days. i’m extremely grateful that i have been able to share these moments with you all and look forward to continuing that trend.

thank you and happy holidays!


@absolutelyiris / @absolutelysorted / @afuturefossilfuel / @aflyingpineapple / @ahomeboyslife / @aidenpond / @albuspercivalwulfric / @ameliaponds / @andysamberrg / @andysamburgs / @apriki / @ashleydavies / @azurelakes / @bartony / @bb8s / @benedictatorship / @bishopwinston / @bklyn-ninenine / @bluestoplights@boothseeley / @bowtied / @bpdjedi / @camiyak @cameronfryes / @centuriesuntold / @celestialqueer / @chatterboxrose / @chylerleigh / @chinuplittlepup / @clara-oswald / @cloysterbell / @colinmorgasms / @cptstevenrogers / @crystalsoulslayer / @curiousgeorgiana / @davidtennantinplacesheshouldntbe / @detectivesmars / @dinoscully / @disreputabledog@dnll / @dreamedofyou / @dreidels@dressthesavage@drjacobperalta / @dtperalta / @dutchovny / @downriversandroads@eclecticmuses / @elevenperalta / @endquestionmark / @eroscestlavie / @ewan-mcgregor / @expelliarmus / @ezramillers / @feministperalta / @foxmulders / @fscottfitzgerld / @gallifreyanboy@gggggnashville / @ghost-of-saintjimmy / @glintglimmergleam / @gooddogbestfriend / @gumballsupreme@gyzym / @hanniballecters / @hoursago 


@iceinherheart-kissonherlips / @icarusing / @ikolism / @imyouraziraphale / @inothernews / @iriswesst / @isntthatwizard / @itsbrooklyn99 / @ivicudus / @jakeperallta / @jacobsperalta / @jacobperalts / @jake-peralta / @jakeperolta / @jackocallahan / @jcobperalta / @jillianholtsmann@j-groffy / @julietohara@jomarch / @javerts / @karenandthababes / @kaijuno / @kevils / @kristenbobisten / @katebishoped / @leakedinlondon / @lemonyandbeatrice / @linmanuel / @loveatomb@lovegoods / @lucindasaxon@lyrasoxford / @obsessedobsesser / @ofgeography / @ohmyamysantiago / @ohmystana / @okyrro / @oranginna / @matthews-and-hart@mindykahling / @mrbingley / @muchmoremajestic@mukenope / @nintendette / @ninenine-brooklyn / @notabadday /


@paperfault / @pagetbewbster / @passrevoked / @peraltaandsantiago / @peralta-guarantee / @phasered / @phil-the-stone / @pleasantandcain / @queerstarks / @raptorific / @redinmyledger / @rosa–diaz@ruthwilson / @selchieproductions / @seapeny / @shutupmerlin / @six-drink-amy / @smolperalta / @smolsamberg@succeeding / @suckitnerds / @socialistexan / @stop-it-or-ill-crash-the-car / @stopitsgingertime / @spellbounder / @tall-butt / @thatsthat24 / @thebootydiaries / @timberlaking / @thatbluebox / @thatsnicebutimmarried / @the-eleventh-blog / @thebrigadier / @themindprobe / @transmutes / @veronicamars / @virginiachance / @vibranium / @winterinthetardis / @willowenigma / @wordsinhaled / @zoewashburne


@148km / @3ridanampora