i really didn't expect this somehow

ly--canthrope  asked:

Hey honey! I was wondering if you could write a cedric x reader drabble based off the prompt "green". Thank you :)

@ly–canthrope you have no clue how excited I was to see a Cedric request paired with a sort of abstract, open direction that I could interpret. Thank you so, so much for such a wonderful prompt. I hope you enjoy what I did with it.


Cedric makes another round around the block, breaths creating short trains that fall off their tracks and disappear in mere moments. The crisp smell of winter burns his nose as he breathes, but he doesn’t bother adjusting his scarf. Two crimson berries from mistletoe hang over the doorway to his right, and from the arching window, he can see a happy family with kids tearing open presents and a dog running around howling away. He drops his eyes.

The sidewalk’s a hazard of ice and snow and grains of salt that do nothing to melt their foe. December’s a cruel month, one of bitter weather and even icier memories. He never meant for any of this. All he wanted was to win that damn tourney to earn some money for the future, but if he’d known what lay at the end of it, he’d never have placed his name in the goblet.

A snowman stands in front of him, one he’s seen five times now. It still waves, but the smile is drooping and the carrot’s about to fall out, shaken loose by a raven with jet black wings and a charcoal beak that won’t stop pecking at the thing. Cedric stares at it, frozen in his place, watching this innocent thing be destroyed by something out of its control. Merlin, how he wishes he were anywhere but here.

A bark comes from somewhere far away; it’s little more than a haunting echo here, but it startles Cedric from his reverie and he starts forward again, snow crunching under his feet. The raven behind him dives for the carrot with a mocking laugh. Cedric doesn’t bother to shoo it.

The house he’s looking for is navy blue with a chimney and shimmering gold curtains in the front room. A horrid color for curtains but one that’s the perfect color for hair, or, at least, that’s what you claim.

He blinks back the pain, the image curling around his vision like smoke. It’d be so easy to be lost in it all again, to find you in his arms with your head on his lap, with you laughing as you both try to catch snowflakes on your tongues, spinning and spinning and spinning until you stumble and fall into a silver snow drift, tugging him down after you when he tries to help you up.

It’d be so easy to be lost in you again.

Cedric stares at the boot prints on the sidewalk in front of him, ones that match the soles of his boots perfectly, as he continues forward. The navy house looms only a few driveways in front of him, drive untouched by footprints. You’re still here.

The package in his pocket shifts. It’s a small box, no larger than the palm of his hand, and wrapped flawlessly in a rose-stem green paper. He’d tried six times to wrap it properly. It had to be perfect for you.

Head still bowed, he trudges through the deep snow in your driveway. Usually, he’d be out here, helping shovel, but not anymore. God, if only he could go back and change it all.

The door’s a cream color, one the two of you accidently splattered with bright yellow paint two years ago. A paint gun experiment gone wrong.

Cedric almost smiles at the memory.

Another train of breath appears in front of him, this one longer, staying on its track as it floats out then up to the light above the porch.

He spots you, curled up next to the fireplace, nose in a book. The sight nearly brings him to his knees as it solidifies it all. You’re not waiting by the phone for his call. You aren’t wrapping a present made for him. You aren’t staring out the window waiting to yank him inside as soon as he gets here. No, you’re just living as though everything’s normal. Which, he supposes, it is for you.

He struggles to breathe as he sees the towering tree, a deep green, covered in crimson and cream tinsel, navy blue and yellow ornaments, the black and silver one he’d bought you nowhere in sight. A golden star perches on top of it, balancing carefully. He can hardly see the green underneath it all.

Suddenly exhausted, Cedric digs the gift from his pocket. He hesitates, glancing at you one final time before knocking.

When you open the door, there’s nothing but a set of footprints and a small green box nestled in the snow. You scan the area, but all of your neighbors seem to be enjoying the holiday indoors. You don’t blame them as you snatch the tiny gift from the snow and shut the door, shivering. It’s freezing outside.

Padding back to your seat, you turn the box over and over in your hands. There’s no name, no to or from or even an indication that this is supposed to be a gift at all other than the wrapping paper.

You know you should set it aside, ask your family if they were expecting anything, but curiosity gets the best of you, and you slide a finger under the flap of paper.

When you finally pop the top of the box open, you can’t speak.

The silver pocket watch shimmers in the firelight. Squinting, you read the engraving on the back. Time stops when I’m with you.

You’re certain this can’t be for you despite your fondness for pocket watches. No one would be so sweet, not since… well, no one anymore. But when you go to place it back in the box, you notice a folded piece of parchment.

It’s a letter in Cedric’s handwriting, obviously written before everything happened, a thank you letter for supporting him, for listening to him, for caring for him in an honest way no one else did.

Tears prick your eyes as you notice the words at the end, an addendum he must’ve gone back to add after it all broke apart.

I want to come home. I miss you.

You wonder if he knows how desperately you agree with that sentence.

afujioka356  asked:

I absolutely adore the Ciel imagine you did, thank you so much! If you can I have another request, Ciel getting jealous of s/o helping Sebastian teach him how to dance. Thanks again I didn't expect how fast you replied to my request.

i’m so glad you liked it! i really enjoyed writing that one and i’m sure i’ll enjoy this one as well! x (´∇ノ`*)ノ


“You need to place your hand higher.” You said as you moved Ciel’s hand up higher on your waist while you observed his posture. “And you’re not standing properly.”

“I agree with ________.” Sebastian said as he stood off to the side, watching with calculating eyes. “Fix your posture.”

“I don’t know how I’m supposed to stand though.” Ciel mumbled angrily as he sent a quick glare at his butler.

You had somehow managed to be dragged into Ciel’s dancing lessons by Sebastian. He had said that it would ‘help to motivate the young lord’ and encourage him to put in more effort. Now that you were here though, it seemed like he was putting in an even smaller amount of effort. 

“It cannot be helped.” Sebastian said as shook his head slightly and made his way over to you. “__________ and I will have to show you how it is done.”

With a nod of your head, you let go of Ciel’s hand and stepped towards the demon before going into a stance much like the one you had been in with Ciel only seconds ago. This time though, it was a correct stance.

“You have to straighten your back like this.” Sebastian said as he nodded towards the young boy. “And then hold onto your dance partner’s waist with a firm grip.”

“Okay.” Ciel snapped as he glared at the hand of Sebastian as it rested on your waist before yanking you back to him. “I understand now!”

“Now now, there is not need to be jealous.” Sebastian said with a small smirk. “I was merely showing you the correct way to hold your partner.”

“Both of you stop bickering.” You said with a roll of your eyes before turning back to Ciel. “Now if you know it, show it to me properly!”

anonymous asked:

do you think Sangwoo's attitude will change a bit, where he won't touch Yoonbum sexually when he finds out his Uncle has been sexually abusing him?I hope it does bc these spoilers have made me sick, how is going to save Bum from sexual assault then go and do this??? I know he's bat shit crazy but I thought he had some slight moral standing. (It really seemed to me that he didn't like sexual abuse)

tbh……i expect one of two responses. 1. ‘total apathy’, or 2. ‘possessive anger’. with regards to the latter it’s because he sees bum as his own possession and it’s possible that he could care in the sense that he feels like someone touched what was his. but more likely, i think, is an apathetic response. i wouldn’t even put it past sangwoo to guilt and shame bum about his uncle’s abuse and even use it against him somehow.

[ a potential 3. is ‘fake caring’. he could pretend he gives a shit so that bum sees him as some sort of savior. this would help sangwoo’s general goal of making bum super emotionally dependent on him and attached to the point where he can really truly do what he wants with him. it would all be about the illusion of sangwoo’s love and making bum feel like he actually cares. we’ve already seen how sangwoo abuses bum’s need for love and need to feel cared for. needless to say in this scenario sangwoo doesn’t actually care ]

sangwoo isn’t going to save bum from any sexual assault….not when he’s too busy inflicting it himself lol. if he challenges his uncle its gonna be out of his own selfish possessiveness rather than a genuine care for bum’s life and well being/mental state. he has no moral standing.

i feel that many readers expect too much good out of sangwoo. he will never do a good, honest thing for bum. everything is about himself. 

Hey there. A while back I remember seeing a post about Sam Wilson, and that if he wasn’t black, he wouldn’t have been Steve and Bucky’s relationship advisor in fanfics, but instead would just be shipped with Steve (I can’t find it though). The post kind of stuck with me, and certainly came back to mind after I’ve watched the movie ‘Central Intelligence’.

The movie is basically tumblr’s wet dream - a hyper-masculine man with the personality of a puppy (Dwayne Johnson as Bob) with a cute, sharp and much shorter guy (Kevin Hart as Jet), building their relationship throughout the movie and having many moments.

Bob literally adores the ground Jet walks on, beats up people who threatened him, tells him he’s “sexy as dick” with a bright smile and the movie just keeps throwing ship-related things onto your unsuspecting face, not being at-all subtle about it. I can’t even begin to describe how completely in-love Bob is with Jet (‘cause that’d be spoilers).

The movie is good. It’s funny, well-written and surprising - I don’t even like action movies, and this movie was the bomb. (All the bad guys are white, by the way.)

Yet somehow, I came back after the movie to read me some fics, AND THERE ISN’T EVEN A TAG FOR IT ON AO3??? ZERO FANFICS ACROSS THE ENTIRE INTERNET. ZILCH. EVER SINCE THE MOVIE CAME OUT THREE WEEKS AGO.

COMPARED TO ABOUT 4,000 IN ‘KINGSMAN (2015)’, UNDER THE M/M CATEGORY???

and before the movie came out I kind of suspected it would happen, because both male leads are black?? BUT ALSO I DIDN'T REALLY EXPECT IT TO HAPPEN, ‘CAUSE FUCK, REALLY???

… Apparently, really. 

It’s been out for three weeks???

Aye where my fanfic writers at??


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anonymous asked:

I can't believe I finished MM. Approx. 2 months ago I remember being on my first route and thinking how long I'll play this game. I mean I could play it again but it won't give a fresh feeling to it. Didn't think I would get so attached to this lol

*Coughs* So I definitely started playing MysMe in the beginning of July and??? I’m still??? Playing it idk what I’m doing with my life but it’s great lolol.

I can’t even describe to you guys how far I managed to fall into this fandom; I really really never expected this. 

  • Everlasting Party is literally 26K+ words long (remember I have the wordcounts of the chatroom edits in my document), and the finished product might even be over 50K at this rate lolol
  • I have about 30K words of one-shot fanfics lying around. 
  • I have somehow managed to answer over 1000 asks about MysMe
  • And I’ve also written up some tutorials and resources to help MysMe players
  • I made a chatroom edit template in Photoshop???? And I spent six hours making my own full-length chatroom wow quality life choices
  • Created @mysticmessengeraudio because I wanted to know what the characters were saying in Korean lol now we’ve got a full team of people translating stuff
  • Literally still playing through the game trying to get all of the endings, CGs, and phone calls
  • Still running this blog ^^;;


Legit guys, thanks for sticking with me haha ^^ So you’re certainly not alone, anon!

anonymous asked:

I'm sorry if this is whiny, but I was hoping for some affirmations and didn't know who to turn to. Tonight SO asked if I really thought anyone else would ever be willing to "deal with" me (my asexuality), and I'm just...feeling awful now. Thank you for listening.

We love you! I’m so sorry this happened to you, that is positively vile and I hope they’re ashamed of themselves, honestly. You should never be made to feel like you are a burden, or that loving you is somehow going beyond what’s expected or doing you a favour. You are a whole, perfect, beautiful person and you and your asexuality are not hard to love or inconvenient or something to be “dealt” with. You are someone to be adored exactly the way you are, and I promise you that the world is FULL of people who will do exactly that.

-Dew

phony-in-the-rye  asked:

Sometimes I see how people react to your opinions on things you are asked about and it makes me wonder; do you think people are primarily trolling, genuinely angry that you don't share their viewpoint, or just upset that you didn't say what they expected you to? It's hard for me to wrap my head around getting angry at someone for sharing an opinion they asked to hear about.

I think people don’t think I’m a person…either that or they’ve somehow built a robust opinion of me (or of all people) that has them instantly believing the worst.

Also, because I’m well known, people can’t imagine that their words could ever affect me…or that they can only affect me if those opinions are /really/ strongly worded. And also, since I’m in a position of power, I think a lot of people don’t imagine that I would be hurt by their anger or dislike which, at this point, is actually quite true.

But it isn’t being in a position of power that has blunted me to inflammatory criticism, it’s constant exposure. 

The thing that actually bugs me is that the criticism I get is almost always REALLY MEAN and fairly dumb. Which means that there’s likely some legitimate criticism that isn’t getting to me because people don’t think it’s worth it or they don’t want to upset me. 

So, allow me to ask straight up…does anyone have any constructive criticism for me? That goes for Tumblr stuff or YouTube or whatever. Do I grate on you. Do I seem holier than thou? Do I minimize belief systems I don’t agree with or mansplain?

anonymous asked:

I didn't expect her house to look small and cozy :) of course it showed only the first floor but it is really lovely. It made me love her more somehow. That was probably wierd :D

yeah it’s a cottage situation. i think that honestly says a lot about her as a person tbh. like you would think “taylor swift, LA, grandiose, exclusive, detached” but instead you have taylor who’s still taylor from the block used to have a little bit more than a little now she’s got a lot. no matter where she goes, she knows where she came from…..

don’t be fooled by the rocks that she got

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WATCHED FILMS IN 2014
Seeking a Friend for the End of the World (2012)

Penny: I wish I’d met you a long time ago. When we were kids.
Dodge: It couldn’t have happened any other way. It had to happen now.
Penny: But it isn’t enough time.
Dodge: It never would have been.
Penny: I’m scared.
Dodge: I… am madly in love with you, Penny. You’re my favorite, favorite thing.
Penny: I thought that somehow we’d save each other.
Dodge: We did. Penny. I’m really glad I got to know you.

6702) I got my hormones recently AND have a court date in a month to change my name and gender legally. Up until a week ago I rarely presented, and at my job I could be described as slightly androgynous at most, but ever since the hormones really kicked in I've started immediately going fulltime. I didn't expect this, but somehow very suddenly the world is looking so much brighter. There are still many hurdles and challenges, but this shit IS getting better, it really really is.

anonymous asked:

there's something i didn't really understand. when yashiro says " (am i pissed off) because i'm the only turning him on?" like, what's your thoughts? do you think he could be angry also because of that and why?

Yashiro is angry because things are not going his way, they’re not going well, and it’s really because of him. His expectations and the way he’s always dealt with things is somehow damaging and yet he can’t stop himself. Right now, he’s the one turning Doumeki on, just as he always does to men who want him, and it’s hurting Doumeki and whatever fragile thing they have between them.

Whatever programming Yashiro has isn’t working and he’s beginning to realize that and the whole situation is frustrating as fuck, so he ends up angry.

anonymous asked:

Ugh, somehow neither that girl nor zayn are looking really happy in that picture more like super awkward...I didn't think they would put the Zerrie cheating to that level, thought just partying and some implications, like the pool party, would be enough...

Well considering that there was a “Zayn cheated on Perrie” scandal that broke on the front page of The Sun, I expected it to be explicit.

I honestly think it’s going to get worse, not better. Not because I want it to, but because of the way 1DHQ has manipulated Zayn’s image in the past and what I think they are going to want surrounding the LM single and album release (maximum drama culminating in a breakup that is 100% Zayn’s fault. Poor little princess Perrie, and all that).

It’s gross, is what it is. Everyone involved in this situation deserves better.