i really hope you enjoy it anon!

anonymous asked:

Hi Holley! I come to you for advice: I'd really like to start telling a story with the Sims 2 (I have a few scenarios already kinda written in my mind) but I'm afraid this project might be too big for me. Can you maybe please tell me how you work for your Dossanina Story? If not, it's alright, totally understandable :) By the way, I follow your story avidly, it's better to me than a tv show :) Hope you have a nice day!

Thank you Anon! That is a great compliment. It made my day. I really am still amazed people enjoy my story. 

I’ll be honest though. Sim stories can be a lot of work. It all seems so easy then it can take on a life of it’s own. That being said, I am NOT discouraging you from starting one. They are also a great outlet for creativity and can be a lot of fun, despite the work.

Recently my lovely friend @dunne-ias wrote some great tips for aspiring sims story tellers. Maybe it will help. Give it a read.

As for my own process, it’s kind of developed over time. 

Maybe most people don’t know that my Dossanina is a prequel to my gameplay neighborhood  Just Pleasantview. It was supposed to be a short look at Don and Nina’s history. However, like I said earlier, these things can take on a life of their own. Back then I would take pictures first, and then “caption” them. That worked fine, because the story was based on gameplay. I mean, yes, I had a general idea about what I wanted to happen but, it was not a completely written out/posed thing. 

As I got better at writing, better at posing, I need to change my process. Currently I have a list of things I want to happen, that constantly gets added to. I have a rough timeline, where I place all the things in a somewhat organized fashion (it really isn’t organized tbh. I’m not really an organized story teller). I write out a whole scene now before I start filming the scene. I personally think this has made my story better. I tend to catch inconsistencies more at least. 

As for picture taking…

I’m sorry to say this is simply practice, practice, practice. 

There are some tutorials out there with tips. Off the top of my head I can think of a few by @whattheskell​.

1. Strike a Pose

2. Changing facial expressions without stopping a Sim’s queue!

These are a good place to start. Your own process can naturally evolve from these tutorials. Like I said, PRACTICE, PRACTICE, PRACTICE!

Poseboxes are abundant. There are too many for me to link to. @strangetomatoPintrest Board is a good place to find them though.

Well, that’s it Anon. Hopefully I provided you with some good information. Good luck with your story!   

EDIT: There is one more tip I want to mention. Saving Camera angles while filming can be very useful. If you didn’t already know how, in camera mod [tab] you can save angles by hitting the ctrl+5-9 keys. Then when you are in camera mod you can simply hit the number you saved your angle and the camera will go to it automatically. Hopefully that makes sense.

Also, feel free to message me anytime! I am super nice and like to think I am helpful. I love talking about sims storytelling, so feel free to use me as a resource, if you wish.

anonymous asked:

Hey! I just wanted to say, first of all I'm a huge fan of your game so far, and I can't wait to play the whole thing. Secondly, if you don't mind me asking. I've wanted to work on pixel art for a while, but I'm not sure what program is best for pixel art. If you know any, please let me know!

Thank you so much, that makes me really happy!!! I hope you enjoy the game!

Unfortunately, I’m not good at making pixel art… I can only do simple and tiny objects haha ;;

I think it would be a good idea to ask another dev! I personally recommend @virgovsthezodiac ! I’m a huge fan of their pixel art and they just released a demo!

Any of the followers of this blog can recommend a program to this Anon? I would appreciate it!

anonymous asked:

for the anon looking for depressed!stiles, i found 'bulletproof' by coffeeinallcaps on ao3. its short and sweet - maybe not what they're looking for. there's another one which I couldn't find but thought of instantly which is where stiles has insomnia after the nogitsune leaves and he skin is really really cold, he's always freezing, and he feels like no one cares about him and that be deserves the hate he perceives. anyway, i hope they find fics they can enjoy.

More fics for Anon! Thank you fellow Anon!!

anonymous asked:

Sorry, I want to follow you but I'm a bit worried. You're not an anti, right? I'm a shaladin shipper so I wouldn't like to mistakenly follow an anti, even if they draw really pretty art (antis are scary, and mean)

I’m not quite sure what characters are all involved in the shaladin ship, but you are completely safe here. (And I’m a bit shocked that you think I’m maybe an anti, since I can’t remember that I said something against any ship.) I just stick to one ship per character and would call myself a “single”-shipper (not sure if I made it up or it is actually a term xD) but I would say it’s the counterpart to a multi-shipper!! 

I’ve made a little guide with my lovely voltron babies ~ ♥ 

Well since I’m not a multi-shipper I could be wrong but I think it is somehow like that ^^. It doesn’t mean they love all ships, they see more ships than just one or two.

Darling, just hold on ♡ 

What’s a One-Sided Friendship Called?

Request: “Hello! Your writing is so beautiful! I was wondering if you could do a newt x reader to the song "Save Myself” by Ed Sheeran where the reader has always been there for newt, comforting him and one day she’s had enough of him swooning over Leta and Tina?“

Word Count: 2,749

Pairing: None

Requested by Anonymous but also tagging @caseoffics and @red-roses-and-stories


You fiddle with your quill, trying to remember what word you’re thinking of and only half listening to Newt’s swooning.

“She doesn’t fear them. Not one. She asks me about them.”

“That’s nice, Newt.” You mumble, still focused on your essay.

He laughs to himself. “Even after her hair caught fire once.”

“Mmm.” It’s on the tip of your tongue. You close your eyes and try to picture it.

“Are you listening?” Newt asks, hand drifting to tug on your sleeve.

The word disappears. You let out a long sigh, opening your eyes to look at Newt. His hair hangs in his face, messy from a day of field work. Dirt streaks over the freckles on his left cheek, and an inch-long cut runs along his jawline. Still, his eyes are bright and animated, waiting for you to respond.

Looks like you won’t be finishing your essay tonight after all.

You lean back against the couch in your common room. “Of course. You were talking about how Leta’s the best person you’ve ever known and you would do anything for her because no one else could ever compare.”

Newt winces. “Is something wrong?”

“No, Newt. By all means, continue swooning.”

“I’m not swooning.”

“All you do is swoon, Scamander.” You say as you lean your head back to rest your eyes.

“I have other cares.”

“It’s creatures and Leta. I don’t even fit into that mix anymore.” The words are bitter and twist your mouth into a frown as they come out, but they’re true. Newt talks about his creatures or talks about Leta with you. You can’t recall the last time he asked how your day went or what you were working on. Still, he’s your best friend and when you open your eyes to glance at Newt, regret fills you. He’s staring at his hands, voice quiet when he responds.

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Twins and Triplets Headcanons

-Preschool age triplets and the two Alphas being very worried about their clumsy and small Omega sibling so they always insist on each of them holding one of their hands and keeping the Omega safely between them when walking around crowded or public places

-Identical Omega twins in high school that think its funny to take turns flirting with the same Alpha, and the Alpha has no idea that he’s flirting with two different Omegas because they look and smell identical, and then the Omegas causing a big dramatic scene when one of them “catches” the Alpha flirting with their twin. And the Alpha just being so embarrassed and confused by the whole thing

-Twin Alphas that fight constantly but if anyone else picks a fight with one of them, the other will become extremely protective

-Older triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, other Omegas always befriending the Omega just to get closer to their Alpha siblings and the Alphas very bluntly rejecting any Omega that they catch doing it

-Twin Alpha and Omega that are very close and the Omega always goes out of their way to try and take care of their twin while the Alpha is very clingy and protective of them

-Twin Betas in middle school getting revenge on Alpha bullies by leaving fake love notes from Omegas in their lockers and watching the usually arrogant Alphas become flustered messes when they confront their “admirer” and are told that the note must be fake because the Omega doesn’t like them

-Triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, and the three of them going places and hanging out and the Omega walking ahead happily, not noticing their Alpha siblings behind them, giving death glares to any other Alphas that even glance at the Omega for more than a second

-Twin Alpha and Omega, the Omega being extremely picky about what kind of mate their twin will end up with. Partly because they don’t think anyone is good enough for their twin, but mainly because they want all the Alpha’s attention for themselves, the way it’s always been

-Baby twin Omegas and one of them almost never cries, except when their twin is extremely upset because even as an infant they can sense just how distressed their sibling is and it causes them to also become very distressed because they can’t make it better

-Twin Omega and Beta, and the Omega always really admiring the Beta and looking at them like they are the most impressive person in the world, so even when the Beta is looked down on by others it never really bothers them because their twin thinks they are great and that’s all they really care about

-Little triplets with two Alphas and an Omega, and whenever the Omega is sad the Alphas try their hardest to cheer them up, making funny faces and attempting squeaky croons until their Omega sibling is once again content and giggling

-Little triplets with two Omegas and an Alpha, and the Omegas always pulling the Alpha along into whatever they are doing like building nests and playing house and the Alpha going along with it all because they like making the Omegas happy

You’re My World.

Originally posted by v-writings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter gets hurt during a mission and the reader is there to help comfort him.

Word Count: 2,265 (I got carried away)

Warnings: Language, fight, blood, injuries, knives, hurting!Peter, comforting!Reader, fluffy fluff, sad stuff, so much cheesiness. (Let me know if I missed any). 

A/N: For the anon that requested this, here you are m'dear! I hope you like it! I’m shit at bad ass fight scenes (really everything), but I tried. Feedback is always appreciated. Enjoy reading!


Walking into the conference room to discuss the mission a few hours ahead, the team is already seated.

Noticing a chair between Wanda and Peter, you sneakily take a seat.

“Nice of you to join us, Y/N” Tony points out, rolling his eyes.

“You bet, Stark.” You replied, saluting and smirking.

As he continued talking about the mission ahead, you drifted away in your thoughts.

This better be a quick mission…

HGTV ’s got new episodes of house hunters calling my name.

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anonymous asked:

YOU'RE ON THE RADAR AGAIN :D

oh jeeze here we are again. uh!! hi!! im really really not sure why i keep ending up there….but im honored!! uh .. .// / if you’re new around here, heya! im zandra!! i draw lots of stuff, mostly nature n skies tho.

you can also find me on twitter and i have a print shop too. uh!!

thanks for stickin around!! i hope i can continue to draw stuff that you enjoy seein!! and continue to improve . .thank you so much!… a // / more art soon!!

anonymous asked:

Hey! I love what you wrote with Damian and Jason I was wondering if you could do something with innocence and broken pieces? (You can pick one or the other or do them together its up to you if you like)

Ah, thank you so much!! I hope you like this one too~


“They’re playing with Legos,” Dick had said through a mouthful of cereal.

Jason really hadn’t expected that to be true and in a sense, it wasn’t. After all, who thought of Legos and immediately imagined an entire ballroom filled with what could only be considered as an expanding Lego kingdom.

And in the center of it all was Damian, bent over and adjusting the flags on his castle. He took a step back. The highest tower of the castle far surpassed his height, which was probably where Bruce came in handy.

Jason tucked his hands into his pockets, feeling oddly out of place but not quite sure where to pinpoint it. “Hey, squirt, where’s your dad?”

Damian brushed back his hair and scowled. “Getting more pieces. Our armory is severely lacking and we’ve only just started on the village.” Despite the annoyed tone in his voice, Damian seemed at ease surrounded by his Lego kingdom. “Why do you require Father’s services?”

“Needed a file,” Jason said, squinting at a Lego man who… had a gun. They made Lego guns?

Jason kind of wanted one.

He kind of wanted all of this. The Legos. The hanging out with a parent who’d go out and get more Legos just because.

But no. Jason got a shitty childhood, had to grow up too fast, lost both his parents, gained one who refused to be his substitute dad, never really had a friend and then fucking died. At sixteen.

Like a moron.

He grit his teeth.

“What file?” Damian asked, watching Jason over his shoulder.

Jason sighed. Took a step forward. “Look, kid-”

“Don’t!” Damian snapped sharp, eyes wide but the resounding crack that echoed under Jason’s foot made it clear he’d fucked up anyway.

He winced and took a step back. Under his foot were the cracked and broken pieces of a few stray Legos. He scooped them up and something in him felt lost. Something he’d never had shattered in him. That childhood he used to envy from other kids. The innocence and softness that came with having a real family and getting to play with fucking Legos.

He frowned and rubbed his face with his stray hand. Glancing back at Damian, he said, “Sorry, Dames.”

There was an inexplicable agony on the kid’s face as he stared at the broken Legos in Jason’s palm. Not pain-pain but something still harsh. Still hurt.

Jason relaxed onto the soles of his feet. His hand fisted around the Lego pieces.

Damian never had a childhood either.

Not like kids were supposed to have with giant lights and love and wonder and parents who didn’t train them to be killers. Jason took a quick glance around the room one more time and wondered if Bruce realized that finally.

Realized that Damian was all kinds of fucked up in ways that couldn’t be fixed just by teaching him to be good.

The kid grit his teeth and looked away. “Whatever,” he said, snippish like his mother. “Father is bringing back more later.”

Uncertainty squalled his voice and Jason was left wondering how long ago it was that Bruce left and how many times he’d missed out on shit like this. Loving moments with his fucking son.

You’d think having two kids die on you would make a parent more attentive when they came back but Bruce was always good at defying the norms.

Jason shoved the pieces into his jacket pocket and eyed Damian for a long while. Then he sighed. He was really beginning to hate himself at this point. He was a zombie. He’d died.

He was supposed to be heartless. Uncaring. Kicking down bad guys and shooting them in the head with remorse. No love. No guilt. Nothing.

And yet…

He ducked forward to sidle up behind Damian. “Hey, you ever thought about adding another tower?”

Damian frowned at him, like he was some kinds of stupid. “That’s ridiculous, Todd. Another tower would throw the symmetry out of proportion and even if I were to maintain the symmetry, the entire structure would be off balance and crumble under a stiff breeze.” He threw Jason a look of pure scathing. “Even an imbecile could see that.”

Jason smirked. “Sorry to disappoint but I never wanted to be an architect, Little D.” He gestured grandly. “Educate me.”

Damian sighed, like he didn’t want to, but a small smile quirked at the edge of his mouth as he launched into a long-winded and probably boring explanation on proper castle structures.

Jason licked his lips and settled in, focusing.

Because that was the shitty thing about Jason Todd. He could get fucked over by people who “loved” him. He could die again and again and yet, every time he’d come back, he’d more than likely fuck himself over by jumping off the deep end and learning how to love again. Like some kind of ass.

Because family meant a lot to him.

And Damian, regrettably and also not regrettably, was family.

My Personal Pain Reliever | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Fluff
POV: Reader’s/First Person

A/N: Hi everyone! This was requested by anon. I’m sorry it isn’t my usual lengthy write-up but I just decided to keep this short and sweet tbh. I hope you guys still like it though! Enjoy!

Request: Hi can I ask for a Zach x reader where Zach finds out the reader’s on her period? He gets flustered and googles what to do… thanks :)

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“Babe, I can’t go to the game today, I’m so sorry. I’m having really bad period pains and the slightest movement would cause the most excruciating pain you can ever imagine.” I tell Zach over the phone. It was their big game today and it sucked that I couldn’t be there to support him.

“Wh-what?” Zach mumbles on the other line, I can imagine him scratching his head, with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The thought itself made me shake my head and smile.

“I’m on my period Zachary, you know the 3-5 days females bleed from down south?” I ask while I’m curled up into a ball on my bed.

“N-no, y-yeah, I know what a period is, no.” he stutters and I giggle at him.

“I’m really sorry baby, I promise I’ll make it up to you soon. I won’t miss another game, ever. I’m sorry.” I say, I can hear him sigh from the other line which broke my heart.

“It’s okay babe, don’t worry. As long as you get some rest, that’s what matters.” he answers but I can still hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Good luck Zachary. Do your best okay?” I reply softly.

“I will Y/N. Feel better soon baby.” he says and we both bid goodbye to each other.

After ending the call, I suddenly realize why Zach was acting so flustered while we were talking. It has only been about a month ever since we started officially dating and this is actually the first time that this has happened since. I smile at the thought of him being so confused and worried at the same time. A couple of minutes later and the pain on my stomach causes me to doze off.

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Later that day

I hear a faint knock on my door which makes my eyes flutter open. However, I just couldn’t bring myself to move an inch. Luckily, I heard the door creak open before I even had to prepare myself to get up. To my surpise, a pouting Zach Dempsey comes in and places a couple of bags on my desk before walking over to my bed and leaning above me.

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Same Dynamic Couples Headcanons

-Omega couples arguing somewhat often but never having really serious fights because as soon as one of them realizes that the other is really upset, they shift into mothering mode and immediately start trying to make their mate feel better

-When Alpha couples argue it’s always a very loud and intimidating thing where they are both trying to make the other submit to them and most of the time it ends with the winner of the argument fucking and marking up the other because they feel the need to completely assert their dominance

-Beta couples arguing less than other same dynamic couples because they generally share a very close bond and find it difficult to do or say anything that could harm that bond

-Omega couples being insanely cuddly all the time and often enjoying cuddles just much as they enjoy sex, if not a little more so

-Male Omega couples always alternating on who gets to top, unless the couple has clear preferences on who takes on which role

-Alpha couples most often low-key arguing about who gets to top, wrestling around as a form of foreplay until one has the other pinned and impatient enough to agree to bottom

-Cute little Omega couples sharing all their clothes and often purposefully wearing each other’s sweaters just to stay close to their mate’s scent when they are apart

-Omega couples doing each others hair and makeup and filing each other’s nails and being so content to be able to tend to each other even in simple ways

-One Alpha getting sick and being too proud and stubborn to willingly allow another Alpha to take care of them, but their mate is also too stubborn to just allow them to suffer alone so they try to take care of them anyway. Attempting to feed them soup and impatiently trying to sweet talk them into taking their medicine because they know they can’t demand it without their sick mate becoming more resistant. And despite how frustrating they know it is for their mate to not allow them to care for them, they will be just as difficult when they inevitably get sick as well and it’s the others turn to play nurse

-Beta couples that enjoy people watching in crowded places and using their heightened sense of smell to try and figure out what people are feeling and then making up funny stories about them to make each other laugh

-An Omega couple hanging out with an Alpha couple and the Alphas low-key keeping an out to make sure no other Alphas try bothering their friends, and the Omegas knowing that their presence will keep other Omegas from approaching and flirting with the Alphas and making everyone uncomfortable. So it’s a really beneficial friendship for everyone involved

-When one Alpha is in rut the other willingly takes on the submissive role because despite having the urge to be the dominant one, they know exactly what the other is going through and they want to make things as easy for their mate as possible

-A kinky Omega couple whose heats have synced up so they hire an Alpha from an agency to “assist” them during their heat and happily take turns watching the other be fucked and knotted

anonymous asked:

heya, don't know if you're still doing prompts, but... you write uliro so so good, any chance you could do something happy and tender? (it's been a rough week)

Anon I am so sorry I didn’t get this to you last week! Here’s a little blessing for your Monday. Hopefully this week is much better for you. <3

ETA: name credit for the aliens goes to the amazing @gitwrecked, who helps me with these entirely more often than she should :) she is the best.


“Have you seen Shiro?” Ulaz asks.

The planet of Thuresh is small, a glorious little place near covered in auburns and coppers thanks entirely to the abundant forests and fields the Thureshi carefully cultivate. The Galra were after the healing properties found in the stunning garnet leaves of their sacred plants; Voltron’s liberation had come not a moment too soon.

The Paladins and all the inhabits of the Castle have landed on Thuresh after the space battle had been won, spending the afternoon replanting and rebuilding. Somewhere along the way Ulaz lost track of time. He’d started the afternoon somewhere near to Shiro, helping to plant new trees brought in from farther greenhouses. At some point Shiro’d drifted away so Lance could show him something; then Ulaz had assisted Hunk in lifting large structural components back into place; then Pidge had wanted his assistance. Now four vargas have passed and Ulaz has no idea where his Black Paladin could be.

“I saw him,” Lance offers, when Ulaz finally tracks him down. Most of the Thurseshi natives dress in pure white wrappings, with intricate splotches of color bold against their shoulders and elbows. It’s a beautiful garb, but frustrating when one is trying to locate a second specific set of white-uniforms-with-colored-markings. The Blue Paladin is standing near one of the reconstructed buildings, chatting amicably with Hunk (who also grins knowingly at Ulaz when Ulaz poses the query. Ulaz still is not used to that sort of smile from Shiro’s friends).

“He’s that way,” Lance says, gesturing. “Think he took his helmet off. Want me to go with you?”

“No,” Ulaz says. “I will find him. Thank you.”

“Tell him I’m starting dinner,” Hunk hollers after Ulaz’s retreating form.

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anonymous asked:

Hey can you please write a hc about Isak hiding his face by hugging Even cause he's embarrassed ? Thx !!

okay SO

isak has a hard time letting go when he’s dancing, he remains pretty stiff, mostly just bobs his head to the music. it’s just. it’s not fun, it’s something he’d force himself to do at parties, dancing with girls and trying to play and look cool. and the thing is that he doesn’t really dance at parties since he’s with even, because even would never force him to, and it’s been a while since he’s cared about what people think of him, about looking cool 

but the thing is that even wants to dance with isak. even loves to dance, he’ll often put on a song while they’re in their room or in the kitchen and just start dancing and singing along. and one day isak is sitting on the couch under even’s loft bed, his notes on his lap, and even puts on fy faen by hkeem and he starts dancing, smiling wide at isak. and isak keeps looking down at his notes, pretends not to smile, but then even comes and grabs his hand and tells him “baby come on” and isak frees his hand from even’s hold, tells him “i’m studying” and even shakes his head but keeps moving to the rhythm of the song, tells him “you’ve been studying all afternoon”. and he grabs isak’s hand and pulls harder, lifting him up, isak’s notes falling to the ground, isak ending up pretty much pressed against even 

and even puts his arms around isak’s neck, whispers “hey you,” and isak can’t help but smile a little at that. but he’s still not really moving, not letting himself go, and then the song is ending and he shrugs, says “oh well, that’s too bad!” and he leans in to kiss even, expecting him to stop dancing, but the song just starts again. and even breathes out a laughter, says “i put it on repeat” and isak whines, tells even “i’m so bad at this”. and even shakes his head, whispers “you’re so good at this, you just need to let go. no one’s watching us, just move with me” and as he says that, his hands go down to his hips, and he starts making isak move the same way he is, and isak finally. starts moving by himself and even’s hands are simply placed on his hips, not guiding him anymore, just as a way to feel closer to him. it’s nice, moving together and kissing each other and smiling into the kisses. it’s  fun and sexy and warm and even thinks to himself that he could do this all day long, that dancing alone is nice, but it’s nothing compared to dancing with isak 

that is until even’s mom opens the door of his room, letting him know that diner was ready. and isak freezes, eyes wide, and mouths “oh my god”. and even chuckles, says “oops”. isak remains motionless, speechless for a few seconds until he lets out a little wail, buries his face against his shoulder, and he starts mumbling all sorts of things, from “i can’t believe your mom saw us dancing like that” to “this was the worst idea ever” to “i’m never dancing ever again. nope, nope, never again in my entire life”. and even simply wraps his arms around him, trying not to laugh, telling him “you’re totally dancing with me again, baby, tomorrow you’ll be dancing with me” 

they’re at a party the next day. and fy faen starts playing again, and even looks at isak wtih a grin, and isak just mouths “no”, but then even is asking sana, whom isak was hanging out with, “do you mind if i borrow him for a bit?” and sana raises an eyebrow, but her and even share a knowing smile. and isak lets out a sigh, and he actually takes even’s hand. and even kisses him softly before they start dancing, like they were yesterday, same movements, same song, and feeling like they alone in this room. and isak looks into even’s eyes and even thinks that what he loves the most about this moment is not the fact that he gets to be so close to isak and dance with him, but rather the fact that isak really seems to enjoy himself. because that spark in isak’s eyes is one of his favourite sights in the world. and when isak buries his face in his neck, he doesn’t do it because he’s embarrassed this time. he simply breathes even in, smiles against his skin 

anonymous asked:

How does a team clinch a playoff spot? Does that mean even if they lose their remaining games they'll still make it?

okay, let me explain it on the example of Leafs or/and Capitals, I’m gonna try to make it as simple as possible, for those who don’t know the NHL well yet.


this is the Atlantic Division only; table of it

first three (3) teams of each division (amount of the teams in the divison doesn’t matter– it’s always three) automatically clinch a playoff spot. so let’s edit it.

as you can see, the Leafs are 4th, 3 points behind Bruins. a couple years ago it would end like this, no chance for the Leafs to get to the playoffs, of course if we’re talking about the season ending this soon.

however, we have Wild Card these years and this is where it gets more difficult. it really used to be simplier without it.

here’s Eastern Conference, all these teams except of the Islanders are in playoff position now. they’re also the only eastern teams to be so.

the Wild Card is basically (or almost literally) combination of two (2) best teams of the specific conference that have not enough points to be in top three in their own divisions. 

you can see all these teams are mixed, from two different divisions.

kinda tricky thing about this is that there could be 3 teams of Atlantic Division in the playoffs + 5 teams of Metropolitan Division (3 top of the division + 2 Wild Card teams), it literally happened last season, same with the Western Conference where there were only 3 Pacific Division teams in the playoffs. so yes, the Islanders and Bolts are direct, really serious enemies of the Leafs in the run for playoffs though they’re not playing in the same division.

but what if the Leafs end up having the same number of points at the end of the regular season, as the Islanders have? well, then that’s quite easy. or not. I’m gonna explain this on the Caps, which have the same amount of points as the Blue Jackets but are still listed as first in the division.

NHL deals with this following ways. 

(let’s say we’re/you’re rooting for the Capitals)

1. the first and most important thing you must look at, is the number of games played. 71 - 71. same. this doesn’t solve the problem, so here comes the next thing you look at. 

(if the Jackets played one less game, they would be listed first automatically)

2. you would think the second criterion is number of wins, right? well, not exactly… the W column stands for all wins overall- including shootouts, but that’s not the column we’re thinking about now. we’re looking at this one. ROW.

it literally says Regulation plus Overtime Wins. like I said, W is wins overall, but ROW is only number of games won in regulation time and overtime. as you can see, the Capitals have won 46 games overall this season so far, but 45 of them were won in regulation or overtime. that means they have only 1 game in shootouts this season. so shootouts are really not that important to the NHL. 

and as you can see, this number is the same with the two teams. again.

3. third and usually the final criterion is the number of points the Caps have earned in games against the Blue Jackets. so basically, it’s a thing about who has been better in the mini Caps-Jackets series of 4 games this season so far.  

the first game of this season the Capitals played against the Blue Jackets ended with regulation win of the Capitals, 3-2, so the score is ‘2 points - 0 points’ 

the second game they played ended with regulation win of the Capitals, 5-0. ‘4 points - 0 points’

that’s all they have played against each other this season. they’re playing 2 more games against each other until the end of the regular season– since they’re in the same division the number of games playing against each other is 4 per regular season.

so what’s the score in the mini series? 4-0 for the Capitals.

so this is finally the reason why they’re listed first in the battle of division title against the Blue Jackets.

4. but since we’ve come this far, let’s talk about the last criterion anyway. this one is simple. NHL literally describes it as ‘The greater differential between goals for and against for the entire regular season.’

now you have to look at these three columns.

the first one, GF, stands for Goals For so the number of all goals they have scored in this season. it includes shootouts goals, where one win in the shootouts = plus one goal. this column is tied, again.

the second one, GA, stands for Goals Against so the number of all pucks they have officialy let get past their goalie’s goaline. you can see that the Capitals have been less time got scored at than the Jackets. 

the third one, DIFF, goal differential is always and simply this: GF - GA = DIFF.

so 228 minus 159 is 69, that’s the Capitals’ DIFF; while 228 minus 164 is 64, that’s the Blue Jackets’ DIFF. 

(DIFF can be totally below 0, Avalanche’s -96 is the worst DIFF in the NHL currently, while Capitals’ +69 is the best.)

the Capitals have this number higher than the Jackets, so even if they have lost one of the games against the Jackets in regulation (let’s ignore the GF/GA change), and the score in the mini series would be ‘4 points - 4 points’, the Capitals would still be listed first in the division, because of the DIFF.

oohhhh and one thing. what about the x next to the names of the teams?

  • the x next to a team means the team will 100% get to the playoffs, even if they/it lose every single remaining regular season game, even if their divisional opponents win every single remaining regular season game.
  • the y next to a team will soon appear to a team that will 100% end the regular season with the Divisional Title– will 100% end first in its division.
  • the z next to a team will soon appear to a team that will 100% end the regular season with 1st place in its conference.
  • the p next to a team will soon appear to a team that will 100% end the regular season with 1st place in the entire league. there’s an actual trophy for it, called Presidents’ Trophy. the latest winner of it, for the 2015-16 season were the Capitals.

okay, I really enjoyed writing this, more than I expected and I hope the anon, and so you others, find this at least a bit helpful.

anonymous asked:

I’m the anon who requested the rainy day kisses and you totally delivered the goods. :D Thank you!! I hope it’s okay that I send in another request because I really enjoy your scenarios. ^^ For the chocobros: post-game happy AU where everyone has a family and the bro has a heart-to-heart with their teenaged kid (for this request: a daughter for Gladio & Iggy, son for Prompto & Noct) who asked the bro about the moment they knew their s/o was ‘the one’. Thanks!

NOCTIS

Noctis walked into the training arena, watching his son warping from one end of the room to the other. He stood by the doorway, watching as Ferox panted, dropping his dagger to the ground with his hands on his knees.

“Giving up already?” Noctis called, and Ferox rose to his full height. At thirteen, he was almost as tall as his dad, stretching his back and allowing it to crack loudly before loosening up his shoulders.

“Mom said I should take combat training more seriously.”

Noctis snorted. “Sounds like something she would say.”

Ferox tried warping a few more times under his father’s supervision, but eventually gave up, collapsing in a heap on the ground with his arms and legs splayed out like a drunken starfish.

“This is too hard,” Ferox groaned, pinching his eyes shut. “I don’t get why she’s being so strict with me about this warping thing.”

Noctis came to sit down beside his son, nudging him until he sat upright. “Your mother has been through a lot in her past. She’s lost a lot of people, had to make sacrifices to save others. Warping is something that only those tied to the King’s magic can do. She knows that mastering it will keep you safe in the long run, so trust her on that.”

Ferox leaned his elbow on his knee, propping his chin up with his fist. “Is that how you met?” he asked.

Noctis shoved him lightly with his shoulder. “Maybe.” He sighed, remembering the day. “We’d met on the road one day. Magitek troopers had invaded the outpost we were visiting, and me and the guys decided to try and fight them off. But we were tired, careless. It had been a really long day. But then your mother came swooped in and basically took them all down single-handedly.”

Ferox’s mouth gaped. “Woah.”

Noctis nodded. “Yep. I knew then and there, as the dust settled, that I was in love with her.” He patted his son’s knee. “Enough resting. Wanna try again?”

“I guess I should,” Ferox conceded, rising to his feet. “Do you think Mom’ll spar with me if I ask her?”

“Hey,” Noctis teased, grabbing a pair of wooden swords from a bin. “You too good to spar with your old man?”

“You just said Mom was a better fighter,” Ferox countered, and yelped as Noctis took a playful whack at his shin.


PROMPTO

Solis was lounging on the couch, flipping through old photo albums. He had found one that was labelled with pictures from a little over twenty years ago. He blew his unruly blond hair, a feature he’d gotten from his father, out of his eyes as he opened the pages and scanned over the images.

The photos in the album were varied. Some were of scenery, some were taken during combat (Why, Dad. That’s definitely not a smart thing to do), and there were quite a few selfies that made Solis chuckle.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?” His father’s voice made him jump as Prompto sauntered into the room and plopped down next to his son.

“Just looking at old photos,” Solis shrugged, flipping to another page. “Oh, hey, look…it’s Mom.”

Solis saw his dad’s face soften as he looked at the photo of the two of you. It was one that Prompto hadn’t taken himself—it was a candid shot Noctis had snapped of you at the Vesperpool by the water. It was right around the time you’d met, and you were standing too close together to be just friends. Prompto thought back to that moment, and chuckled to himself.

“Whatcha laughin’ at?” Solis mimicked, causing Prompto to burst into a fit of giggles. Even at sixteen, Solis was the spitting image of his father. Same hair colour, same lanky build. But he had your eyes and your smile, which were Prompto’s favourite features.

“Just thinking about the moment I knew I wanted to marry your mom.”

Solis scrunched up his nose. “Dad, I don’t know if I want to hear that story.”

“Guess who’s gonna hear it anyway?” Prompto tousled Solis’ hair, much to his chagrin.

“Dad! I’m not five anymore!” he whined, but settled into the couch to listen to his father’s story. “Go on.”

“Your mom suggested one morning that we go take photos of the catoblepas,” Prompto pointed to a different photo, one that illustrated the creature. “She insisted on getting up close and personal with them. She figured it’d be better for the picture. So I’m set up with my tripod and my camera about five or six feet away, and she’s holding these mushrooms to get them to come closer.”

Prompto mimed the set up with his hands, and Solis nodded along the way.

“I was ready to take the shot, and she was posing, looking all cute. But then the catoblepas got so close. I yelled to warn her, but when she turned, she reached out her hand and pet the damn thing. And it actually nuzzled into her palm. Can you believe it?” Prompto sighed, a dreamy look in his eyes. “A legendary creature, yielding to your mother. What a lady.”

Solis turned the page of the album and found the photo of you cozying up to the catoblepas. “One thing’s for sure,” he decided. “You’re both nuts.” He paused. “But I’m glad you found each other.”


GLADIO

Gladio knocked on Acacia’s door. Having a teenage daughter was not easy, and having a teenage daughter in full mood swings was enough to want to make Gladio pull his hair out. It reminded him of Iris when she was younger.

A muffled voice rang out. “Come in.”

Gladio opened the door to his raven-haired daughter lying face down on her bed, not even attempting to greet her father as he took a seat by her desk.

“Wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Acacia peeked an eye at him. “Nothing.”

Gladio folded his arms over his chest. “Didn’t sound like nothing according to Mom.”

Acacia sat up, apparently triggered by whatever Gladio had said, irritation clear as day on her features. “She’s just so over protective!” she huffed, hands balling into fists. “I just wanted to go away for the weekend, and she won’t let me because she said she doesn’t know who else is going.”

Gladio raised an eyebrow. “Seems like a decent enough reason to say no to me.”

Acacia groaned. “Not you too.”

He smirked at her, shaking his head. “Do you know the moment I realized your mom was the one?”

She blinked slowly. “I don’t see how this is relevant to what’s happening right now.”

Gladio continued. “When I was on the road with the guys, I met her. She was definitely too good for me. Way too smart, way too pretty. And for some reason, she gave me the time of day. After what happened in Lestallum and we lost Jared, she offered to stay and take care of Iris and Talcott until we got back.”

Acacia looked at her father expectantly.

“I knew then, when she decided to put her whole life on hold to make sure that my family stayed safe, the last remaining family I had, that she was it. She cared so much about these people that she barely knew, took them in like they were her own and kept them safe while the world fell apart around them. And now she’s trying to do that for you. She lost a lot of people in the ten years of darkness, sweetheart. Try and understand that she’s being protective of you because she doesn’t want to lose you, too.”

Acacia let out a sigh, slumping her shoulders. “I guess I owe Mom and apology.”

“Guess you do.”

She nodded and rose to her feet, slowly making her way to the door.

“If you want to go camping,” Gladio offered. “I’d be more than happy to take you.”

“Thanks Dad, but no,” Acacia replied, stepping into the hallway. “I’ve got better things to do.”

Gladio rolled his eyes. Yeah, he thought to himself. Just like Iris.


IGNIS

It wasn’t often that Ignis and his daughter got to spend a great deal of time together because of his duties at the palace and her school schedule, but he relished the moments they did get to share. They often cooked together, concocting new recipes side by side.

“How come Mom doesn’t cook?” Aurora asked, popping a cherry tomato into her mouth. “Is it because she can’t?”

“She’s not extraordinarily proficient, but she gets by,” Ignis stated, and Aurora marvelled at how skilled her father was with a knife even though he was blind. “Actually, it was our first evening in together when she decided to cook for me that I realized how much I loved her.”

“Aw! Dad!” Aurora gushed. “Tell me! I love these stories.”

Ignis chuckled and kept at the chopping.

“She’d planned this whole dinner for the two of us. She knew that I enjoyed the culinary arts, and wanted to give it a go herself. I told her that it wasn’t necessary to go through all the effort, but she informed me that I’d cooked for her on multiple occasions, so it was only fair.”

Ignis smiled to himself at the memory.

“She ended up burning everything.”

Aurora couldn’t help but laugh. “Dad! Why are you smiling? That’s terrible!”

Ignis could still smell the ruined dinner, the smoke coming from the oven and the shrill sound of the fire alarm beeping in the kitchen. He remembered the sound of your laugh, the sound of you swatting a broom at the alarm to get it to shut off, as it was just out of reach.

“She took such care to ensure that everything was perfect, but in the end, the meal being ruined hadn’t phased her spirit,” Ignis continued. “She ended up pulling out two servings of Cup Noodles, and we ate them together by candlelight.”

Aurora leaned her head against her father’s shoulder. “Dad, that’s so cute.”

“It was a special moment,” Ignis agreed. “I knew then that her resilience was something to be admired. I knew her before I was blind, as just a friend, and after I sustained my injury, she refused to leave my side. She’s always been more than I deserve, and she even gifted me with you.” Ignis reached out and wrapped an arm around Aurora’s shoulders, giving her a light squeeze.

“Love you, Dad,” she smiled, giving him a peck on the cheek.

Ignis went to go stir a pot on the stove. “There is one thing you have in common with that night, come to think of it,” a mischievous lilt to his tone.

Aurora glanced over at Ignis. “Hm? What’s that?”

“Technically speaking, you were an accident as well.”

For a blind man, he was quite skilled at dodging flying spatulas.

Unexpected | Zach Dempsey x Reader

Genre: Romance, Smut
POV: Second Person’s

WARNING: Contains sexual content and swearing!!!

A/N: You guys don’t even know how hard this was for me to write. I’m not used to this but I really hope you guys aren’t disappointed. I literally had to take a 5 minute break after writing every paragraph. But anyway, this was requested so I kinda had to lol. Enjoy!

Request 1: Do you by chance right smut because Zach smut is my guilty pleasure?? My friend, you wouldn’t disappoint me, I promise!! - Anon who requested Zach smut

Request 2:  Hey, I adore your writing! It’s sooo good❤. I was wondering if you could do like spending the weekend with Zach and he’s your first. Xx (I’m sorry I had to change your request up a bit!)

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It’s a Saturday night and you were supposed to go to Jessica’s party but you decided to stay home and finish a research paper which was due first thing next Monday. However, instead of actually doing the paper, you find yourself scrolling through Instagram, looking at pictures of your friends enjoying the party you were missing.

You let out a loud groan as you shut your laptop; to be honest you really couldn’t be bothered to finish the paper. You kick yourself thinking that you should’ve just gone to the party tonight, especially since you’re home alone because your parents are out of town for the weekend.

Finally, after procrastinating for so long, you pick up your phone and send a message to your boyfriend, Zach Dempsey. He was currently in the party with the rest of your friends.

You: I’m dying here.

A few seconds later and your phone buzzes.

Zach: Aw my poor baby. Well you’re not really missing out on much. This party’s boring without you. Wish you were here.

You smile at his reply before sending one yourself.

You: Well, I’m wishing you were here too.

Zach then sends out a sad emoji with a heart next to it and you pout as you place your phone down beside your laptop. You decided to open it up again as you stared at the page count. Great 2 pages out of 5, you think to yourself. You need 3 more pages to finish the paper.

You let out a loud sigh as you push your laptop to the foot of your bed. You then proceeded to shut your eyes momentarily. A few minutes later and the doorbell rings which causes you to suddenly sit up and wonder who that could be. You take your phone and your pepper spray as you slowly make your way down the staircase. You send a text to Zach while doing so.

You: There’s someone at the door.

You: Babe I’m scared.

Zach: Just open the door babe, make sure to have the pepper spray that I gave you ready okay?

You: If something happens to me, I love you Zachary okay?

Zach: Stop messing around Y/N and just open the door!

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anonymous asked:

Aaah, requests are open, I am so happy, I love you guys!!! Okay, so, if it's okay, could you two write about the RFA+V+Saeran going all together to the beach? And, ah....I really love how you write Saeran (I'm that Anon from some time ago) so, if it's okay, could you write this with Saeran crushing on MC or they already dating each other (you choose)? I am really sorry if this a strange or hard request, if you dont want to do it, you can write an idea of your own, I just love your writing a lot!

Thank you so much! We actually LOVED writing this. This was really sweet:) We left out V, just because…well, spoilers;) Those who’ve been through the secret ends know, but we hope you don’t mind too much! Enjoy this one:) 


  • Saeyoung and Yoosung had spontaneously started planning a beach day in a chatroom
  • While it was out of the blue, everyone else seemed to think it was a good idea
  • So they found a weekend they were all free
  • Saeran was against it nearly the entire time, but eventually caved in after Saeyoung’s *cough* persuasive argument
  • “I told you, I don’t want to go!” 
  • “But, Saeran, MC is coming.”
  • “….Ugh, I guess it won’t be that bad.”
  • On the day itself, your car happens to be in the shop, so you ask for a ride
  • Saeyoung is all too happy to oblige
  • When he pulls up to your driveway, he tells Saeran to sit in the back
  • “Why? The shotgun is free.”
  • “Just go!” 
  • “But MC said she wanted to sit in the back–”
  • “My car, my rules!”
  • “Well, your rules are stupid.”
  • Saeran finds out why soon after…
  • Saeyoung seems to miss every single turn or gets lost often, resulting in super sharp U-turns that send you and Saeran flying into each other’s arms on a constant basis real subtle, Saeyoung
  • Thanks to Jumin, the area you guys settle into isn’t crowded at all
  • Everyone is too excited to get into the water, but Saeran isn’t too enthusiastic
  • He stays behind and offers to set up the blankets and umbrellas, and you linger behind to help him
  • He’s having such a hard time and he keeps complaining to you
  • “Ugh! I hate the sand. So much.”
  • “Settle down there, Anakin,” you laugh ;););)
  • He loosens up and actually starts enjoying the conversation with you
  • Until Yoosung comes over and dumps a bucket of water on him…with sand on the bottom
  • With the glare Saeran gives him, Yoosung is trembling
  • “I did it for the Honey Buddha Chips!” meanwhile Saeyoung is laughing on the sidelines
  • Saeran doesn’t care if it was a bet, he chases the terrified Yoosung all around the beach and straight into the water
  • You follow along–it was too good not to watch
  • Zen and Jaehee excuse themselves to check out the boardwalk and get drinks for everyone
  • They have some bonding time taking selfies and talking about Zen’s new projects and Jaehee’s work
  • Jaehee starts fangirling a little when Zen’s hair starts waving because of the sea salt
  • Zen would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy the attention
  • Meanwhile, Saeyoung is attempting to build an epic sandcastle, but he keeps failing cuz his plans keep getting washed away by the water
  • Jumin is watching and gets really frustrated
  • He draws an elaborate blueprint and joins Saeyoung
  • With Saeyoung’s building skills and Jumin’s delegation and good ideas, they start building literally the most epic sandcastle ever also they actually bond instead of fighting over Elizabeth the 3rd
  • Yoosung is watching in awe on the side
  • Finally he comes up and asks if he could help
  • Jumin flat out says no
  • Saeyoung doesn’t refuse though
  • “Yoosung! Your body is the perfect size for a moat. Just lay down here, and I’ll use you as a mold.” 
  • Gullible Yoosung goes along with it and Saeyoung piles sand on top of him
  • “Oh, you know what, let me ask Jumin something real quick!” he says and walks away
  • He doesn’t come back and poor Yoosung is just calling for someone to free him from the heavy sand
  • Zen comes by a little later
  • “Hyung! Thank goodness! Can you help me?”
  • Zen kneels down and starts drawing abs on him, snickering, “See what you could look like if you worked out like me?”
  • Yoosung doesn’t get free until you come along and wash him off…after a few pics of course
  •  Both Jaehee and Saeran start to  get sunburn, so they’re sitting under these huge umbrellas wrapped in towels and soaked in sunscreen
  • You feel bad for Saeran sitting there pouting so you ask if he wants to get ice cream with you on the boardwalk
  • Zen perks up too,“Oh! Can I come?”
  • Saeran jumps to his feet and grabs your wrist, “No. MC let’s go.”
  • The walk there is ten times longer than it needed to be, but neither of you are complaining
  • At first, he’s not really saying much, but he keeps running his hand through his hair and clearing his throat
  • He finally opens up a little when you actually get the ice cream and walk along the boardwalk
  • He even starts getting playful, taking a small bite from your ice cream or chasing you around when you smear some on his cheek
  • You’ve never seen him laugh so much
  • He finds out he’s pretty good at those arcade games, so he keeps playing them
  • He wins you several stuffed animals, and you two even have some matching ones
  • The sun is setting by the time you get back to the others
  • You all just sit around, mostly in silence and eating
  • While everyone is packing up, you and Saeran sneak away to get one last walk on the beach together
  • He even got the courage to hold your hand for a little
  • It was one of the nicest days you’ve ever had 

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Leave Your Mark (Peter x reader)

Happy Monday, my loves. I know, it’s Monday, but I believe that you can get through it. I hope you all enjoy this oneshot, and I’ll have the next chapters of “Our Eyes” and “There” sometime this evening. I love you all and thanks for sticking around. xoxo

Request and Requested by Anon:  Peter Parker x young!Avenger where the reader leaves hickies all over Peter’s neck and the team teases him and the reader just lookss really proud

Warnings: None

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“Hey, Peter. What’s that on your neck there?” Sam smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Uh, nothing.” Peter blushed, pulling up the collar of his sweater. Bucky turned to him, taking a good look at his neck. 

“You sure there’s nothing there?” Bucky leaned over the counter with Sam, shooting a smug look at the young teenager. The two goons met gazes and they burst out laughing. 

Between gasps and stifled laughter, Sam managed to blurt out an actual sentence. “Oh, is Tony going to get a kick out of this.” He shook his head at Peter and Bucky pressed his forehead to the cold granite, still laughing. 

“No, no, no. Don’t tell Mr. Stark. Oh my god, please don’t.” He looked mortified as he pleaded to the two men. 

“Tell me what?” As if things couldn’t get any worse, Tony walked into the room, and stopped right next to Peter. 

“Uh..” Peter brought his hand to the back of his neck, hoping to cover the purplish marks on the sides of it. 

“Are those… hickeys?” Tony gave him that classic look of mortification. He was completely dumb founded, but he thought this was hilarious. “Spidey has been getting some action around the tower.” He wiggled his eyebrows at Peter, whose face was beet red. “I wonder who…” He dramatically rolled his eyes, knowing exactly who did this to him. Tony tried to stifle his laughs as he joined the other two behind the counter. 

Peter adverted his gaze away from them, landing them on the floor. They were giggling like little school girls and Peter’s face continuously became more red. And when he really thought things couldn’t get any worse, they did. He definitely believed now that things could always get worse. 

You walked into the room, a smirk across your face. You swayed your hips as you walked past Peter, giving him a sideways glance. You plopped yourself on the couch with your confidence peaking, and your pride with it. 

“Hey F/N, been busy lately?” Bucky snorted, flicking his gaze between you and Peter. 

“You know it.” You gave a smug look at the men, then shifted your eyes to Peter, giving him a wink, making sure everyone could see. He inhaled quickly, not knowing what to do. He stood there, holding his breath, and rubbed the back of his neck again. 

The three grown men weren’t expecting you to admit it, and all of them began choking on air. They loved to tease you and Peter, but the way you took it was way different than he did. You always tried to make them feel as uncomfortable as possible, so that they would eventually stop. Being the youngest Avenger who came way before Peter, they all treated you like a little sister, and hearing you admit it made them super uncomfortable. 

“Something wrong there?” You shot the men a look, the right corner of your mouth pulling into a visible smirk. You got up from the couch and walked into the kitchen, standing behind the coughing men. You patted each of their backs. “Don’t choke, yeah?” 

You walked away, and approached Peter, going on your toes to whisper in his ear. “Forget them. If you want, there’s more where that came from.” You tugged on his earlobe with your teeth, and landed back on your feet, placing a quick kiss on his lips. You walked out into the hallway, swaying your hips a little more than usual. Peter stayed stunned where he stood, his jaw slacked and his eyes wide. 

You were already halfway down the hallway when your whipped your head around in his direction. 

“Are you coming, or what?”


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