i really liked this when i made it but now i'm looking at it again and i'm like

Hogwarts Headcannons
  • Give me Dean, muggleborn that he is, imitating Steve Irwin in Care of Magical Creatures class, much to everyone's confusion except for Harry and Hermione who are. On the ground. Unable to breathe. And refusing to explain why.
  • Give me Harry, demisexual that he is, realizing that the reason he can't stop obsessing over Draco is because Draco is the one who saw - and subsequently disliked - 'Harry', and not The Boy Who Lived. Realizing that Draco was the only one to first talk to him for HIM, in that robe shop, and not his parents or fame (because even Ron and Hermione did that at first). And thus, leading to him randomly starting crying in the middle of lunch and claiming he's doomed, much to everyone's fear.
  • Give me Seamus, pyro that he is, super happy one Christmas when Hermione buys him a book on fire caution, flammable materials, and elements such as magnesium. Thus afterward, the mysterious fires that have always happened are far more safe and controlled.
  • Give me Luna, wonderful airhead that she is, being stared at as, calm as anything, she waltzes right into the Slytherin common room and starts talking to the mermaids like its absolutely normal. A first year drops a book he's staring so hard, because HOW DID SHE KNOW THE PASSWORD. Draco just sighs, gets up, goes over to her, and offers her tea.
  • Give me Draco. Who looks on as Neville offers Harry rhubarb pie that he made himself, as Harry stares forlornly at his Treacle Tart, and makes and annoyed sound. "Dammit Longbottom he hates bittersweets." The Slytherins stare and Pansy just mutters "How do you even know these things. Merlin, help him realize."
  • Give me Parvati, who is being constantly mistaken for her sister by Ron, who panics and screams "IM A LESBIAN" when it gets to be too much.
  • Give me Ron, who stares wide-eyes from a distance whenever he sees Padma from that moment on for a full week, until Padma flips out too and hexes him. Parvati awkwardly wonders why Ron starts getting scared whenever she tries to approach from then on, since she knows Ron doesn't have problems due to that sort of thing from how he handles Harry.
  • Give me the thirty or so of the school's Muggle-raised, who made the mistake of showing their folks howlers, and react accordingly whenever one of the families sends one that is just a recording of Rick Astley, or High School Musical, or spoilers for Doctor Who. And the Wizard-raised just... staring... in fear... watching their savior and multiple other students as they run around screaming and crying in an absolute panic for some reason even though it was a different student that got the weird howler.
  • Give me Harry, whose hair surprises people by being dark red like his mother's when in direct sunlight. And usually at the Weasley den they're inside, but one day Harry joins them outside for a picnic, and Molly is so confused about where Harry went to then has do do a mental tally of her children.
  • Give me George, who in the midst of the final battle, hit Lucius with an Anaticula curse, so that every spell he tries makes a duck instead. And the Death Eaters are just so confused. "Lucius... is that a duck?"
  • Give me the Gryffindor common room. The new first years suggest Monopoly for game night. The entire room goes dead silent. One first year tries to ask what they did wrong. "Never mention that game again," is the only response they get. "But why-" "NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR. WE NEVER TALK ABOUT SIXTH YEAR." Their brave upperclassman Neville yells, trembling. Hermione starts crying. Harry goes into a panic attack. Ron whispers, "There are many reasons we don't talk about sixth year. If The Incident had been the only thing that happened, we would only not talk about The Incident. Many things happened that year. Thus, we do not speak of that year, or of that game."
  • Give me McGonagall, who struggles to control the cat population, because while students are told to have their cats fixed you know not all 100 students that brought cats did so. Her curling up around a litter that lost their mother to illness. Training them to stalk the corridors. Albus had his ways of getting information, and hers is the spy network of cats.
  • Give me muggleborns singing everything from Phantom of the Opera to Katy Perry in the corridors. Singing We Will Rock You to a pureblood who disses them for it. The purebloods thinking the weird songs and their tunes are some kind of Rite of Passage and fleeing whenever a muggleborn student starts singing. Altering song lyrics. "I throw my ferret in the air some-times, singin EEEEEEEYO, this is DRAAAAAACO!"
  • Give me muggleborns that are really confused about the whole quill instead of pens things, throwing transfigured pokeballs in Care of Magical Creatures, the band students bringing kazoos and harmonicas and the wizrd-raised students that are just so confused as to how those things even work, because it must be some sort of air magic, right??
  • Give me muggleborns making entire conversations out of pop culture references specifically to confuse some Slytherin who just called one girl a Mudblood. "These are not the droids you were looking for." "I'm right on top of that now Rose, I promise." -jazz hands-
  • Give me muggleborns with Patronus that are things like Pikachu, velociraptors, the quiet Canadian transfer student with a moose patronus the size of a SMALL HOUSE, the one whose is a angeled-out Castiel, the one whose patronus is the democrat donkey and another the republican elephant and the two, previously best friends, become mortal enemies rivaling the fame of Harry and Draco.
  • Give me muggleborns hugging each other before break, promising to 'call' each other, trading weird codes, how they can't wait to go for 'sushi' or planning that trip together to 'disneyland' where they can go flying?? But no one's allowed magic?? Or flying?? And the wizard-raised think that somehow, shockingly,<i> these children totally new to our world have developed a way to cheat the system?? Muggleborns are badasses!!</i>
  • Give me muggleborns who are fully aware that the anti-tech wards were made when, like, radios barely even existed, much less cellphone towers and microprocessors, so while they can't turn them on inside the stone school walls there's this group that Harry joins constantly that just sit there in silence staring at these tiny things and sometimes randomly laughing hysterically, and every now and then standing and just running all the way across to the other side of the lake all at the same time with no signal whatsoever. The purebloods are <i>terrified</i> of this frequent happening.
  • Give me Harry, Hermione, Dean, and Justin from the D.A, muggleborns they are, doing a movie night every week to help the D.A. relax and bond. They re-start this after the battles, during eighth year, with several other people such as the returned Slytherins joining in. The entire year they play things like Tangled, The Breakfast Club, Brave, Lion King. But then the last four weeks, they announce they don't want to mislead everyone that everything is all fun and rainbows. The last four movies are My Sister's Keeper, The Shining, Marley and Me, and for the last week, a marathon of the entire Jurassic Park series.
  • Give me Hufflepuffs, who secretly are very relieved to be the 'normal' House. Jocks over there, know-it-alls over there, goth wannabees over there, now lets go camp out by the kitchens we're gonna need it to survive the next seven years like this.
  • Give me Ravenclaws who are so done with the riddles when they stumble back at midnight after having fallen asleep in the Library. "What's the truth?" "THE TRUTH IS THAT I WILL SET YOU ON FIRE IF YOU DON'T LET ME IN."
  • Give me the Trio, who use the Marauder's Map to find the most absolutely ridiculous routes to class, knowing every single one of the shortcuts. It's not odd for them to simply appear out of the ceiling. One day the new first years try to follow them, to learn the school better, but it doesn't go so well because then they try to go through a disappearing wall the Trio just did they instead run headfirst into it, and the next time they do behind a tapestry, down a waterside, around some sort of tower, causally past an entire doorless room full of bats, and somehow come out on the complete other side of the castle.
  • Give me Draco whose just completely had it with Harry's staring and confronts him, like they always do, and Harry just blurts out that he likes Draco's new haircut and can he touch his hair, and Draco so shocked he lets him. "Potter stop treating me like a cat I'm evil remember? Bloody hell have you gone daft?!" "But... it's soft..." "I hate you." But he just can't find any anger over this, so there's like no venom whatsoever in it and Harry can't stop giggling.
  • Give me Ginny, who can't stop giggling as Luna confuses the fuck out of an entire crowd with her way of speaking, and who during seventh year could 100% get away with insulting the Death Eaters because of the way she said things. Who after Luna used said tactic to get her out of a Crucio punishment just clung to Luna, shaking, and realizing that she loves Luna so much for this very reason. That there will never be another person like Luna in her life, ever.
  • Give me Harry, who was not really well educated while living at the Dursleys, who couldn't read very well but was wonderful at sneaking around, little tricks like hiding things, and loved music. He taught himself magic tricks, and MERLIN ALMIGHTY THIS 11 YEAR OLD KID HAS MASTERED VANISHING SPELLS, WHAT, HOW, and Percy, uptight prefect he is, just looses it.
  • Give me Ron walking in on Harry talking to some random snake in their dorm room, laughing like the snake said a particularly good joke, tipping his head and smiling as he responds, the python slowly curling up his arm to rest over his shoulder. Ron freezes, stares, and then slowly backs away, closes the door and stands there staring at it for a full half hour in absolute horror.
  • Give me the rest of the D.A. walking into the Room of Requirement and hearing screaming, Dean shrieking that he's going to murder someone, Hermione crying, Justin cursing like a sailor yelling for everyone to stop, and the rest panic and run around the corner and there the four Muggle-raised students are. With some sort of odd device in their hands. Playing Mario Kart.

anonymous asked:

The "I'm a narcissist so I'm gonna need a bit more than that" in bed. Oh my god when you moan and he just thrusts even harder, because "louder, love"

The house is silent and everyone is fast asleep in the rooms down the hall. It’s a chilly night but, right here, under the sheets your share with Harry, it’s like a heatwave.

You’re both naked, his sweaty chest pressing to yours in an almost suffocating way, but you welcome the weight and warmth of his body as if it was winter and you were freezing cold.

Your thighs are sore from how he’s got them spread open as wide as he could get you, just so he could press his pelvis to yours and bury his cock as deep as it can go inside your dripping wet walls. Although your legs are spread, your core hugs him tightly and you pulse around him, burning hot and soaked, every contraction of your walls sending shudders down his back when he pulls back and pushes in deep once again.

“Fuckin’ soaked, aren’t yeh?” He huffs, eyes searching for your when his cock is buried deep inside you and he’s grinding slowly, his pelvis pressing tightly against your clit. 

He can see and feel the results of his movements on you - your cheeks are flushed and your eyes are shining with tears and your teeth are sinking into your bottom lip almost as hard as your nails are digging into the skin of his back, but he doesn’t hear you. You’ve been quiet, only letting out small little puffs of breath and low moans, peppered in with some sharp inhales when you’re trying to hold back a moan.

He knows you - knows your body and knows that, with the way he’s fucking you, his neighbors would be hearing it by now. But still, you’re deadly quiet and he knows why (his family is right down the corridor) but he’s not having it, not tonight.

“So quiet, love.” Harry mumbles, one hand reaching up to pull on your chin, releasing your bottom lip from the strangle hold of your teeth. “Thought yeh were proud o’ me, thought yeh wanted t’ show me…”

He knows it’s evil, talking to you like that and he knows he’s really not supposed to be making your scream, not with the risk of people hearing it but he needs it. 

After his first concert as a solo artist, the adrenaline had been pumping through his veins and he hadn’t managed to figure out just why he couldn’t simmer down. The second he heard you whisper in his ear about how proud he made you tonight, he knew the only way of releasing all of that pent up energy was getting you in his bed. He needed to lose himself in you, he needed to feel you around him and to hear you chanting his name, much like the crowd in his concert, but with a whole different meaning to it. And here you were, as silent as a cat skulking in darkness, looking as fucked out as he wanted you to be but sounding almost as if you were asleep.

“I w-want t- I am! I’m proud!” You say breathlessly, fighting against the tightness in your throat that wanted to force your voice to go higher and louder. “I jus-”

“Am I not doing you good, love? ‘S this not what yeh want?” Harry asks, pulling back and rolling forward, making your eyes roll and your back arch. “‘S that why you’re so quiet?”

“Harry” You breathe out, eyes shining when you look up at him. Your hands reach up to push his sweaty hair back from his forehead and your nails drag across his naked chest, his hips snapping in reaction, the tip of his cock hitting a spot inside of your that makes your grunt. “Y-your family, th- they’re right outside.”

“They’re not gonna hear yeh, not now. Everyone’s asleep, love..” He tells you, leaning down to press his lips to yours. “C’mon, let me hear you, y’know how much I love it…”

It’s then his hands reaches down between the two of your, his fingertips pressing to your clit with precision, circling ligtly but with enough pressure to make your core pulse and your hips snap up to meet his thrusts. A moan escapes you, louder this time and a whine follows it when you feel him nipping at your neck, your breathing getting harsher by the second.

“Y’know I’m gonna need more than that, angel.” Harry taunts, his harsh breath hitting your cheek as he whispers in your ears, punctuating every word with a hard, deep reaching and precise thrust, stroking your walls just the way you like it. “Louder. C’mon angel, bit louder fo’ me.”

lisa-in-the-sky  asked:

I'M HAVING THE WORST DAY so I would lovvvve to read stucky "it's 2am and I'm drunk and need salt for my fries and I know you're awake so OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR" 😁😁

“You need /what/?” Steve asks the handsome man who has lived across the hall for three weeks.

“Salt,” the man says, holding a soggy McDonald’s bag in one hand and a flashlight in the other. He is tearing up. “I need salt.”

“Why?” Steve asks.

“To exorcise demons,” the man says, then winces. “No, that sounded so much cooler in my head, but I can’t lie to you. I have all of these french fries but none of them are salty. I need salt for them, or else the world may end.” He pauses, then amends, “/My/ world may end.”

Steve gives him a once-over. The guy from across the hall is typically put-together. Steve has only ever seen him in a suit, with his hair slicked back. Now, he’s stubbled, wearing a t-shirt so worn that Steve can practically see his nipples through it, and a leather jacket. He also smells like a brewery.

Honestly? Steve kind of likes him better this way.

“How many fries will you give me?”

The man’s eyes go wide, like this question has caused him actual thought and, frankly, hurt. He groans. “Five!” he shouts. Steve holds back a laugh. “I will give you five french fries in exchange for your salt.”

“Ten,” Steve counters.

The man’s mouth opens, like he genuinely cannot believe that Steve would have the audacity to ask this of him. Steve can barely restrain his laughter. Then he shuts it, straightens up, and nods with firm resolve. “Fine,” he says, “but only because they are getting cold.”

“‘Course,” Steve says, then opens the door wider. “C’mon in.”

He’d feel more self-conscious about the way his apartment looked if he thought that the guy from across the hall would remember this in the morning. As it is right now, he doesn’t feel self-conscious in the least, and is actually sort of excited for his fries.

“So what’s the occasion?” Steve asks. “Why all the fries?”

“My fiancé dumped me for a secret agent.”

Admittedly, that wasn’t what Steve was expecting. “Sit,” he says, pointing to the couch. The guy from across the hall sits. “I’m Bucky,” he says, then adds with wide eyes, “and I’m really sad.”

“I’m Steve,” Steve says, “and I’ll get the salt.”

“Thank you,” Bucky says, then starts to cry.

— —

The next morning, there’s a knock on the door.

Steve opens it, blurry-eyed and tired. “Hi,” he says, when he sees it’s Bucky. “You feeling okay?”

“No,” Bucky says, “but I brought you a present.”

“What?” Steve asks.

Bucky holds out a cylinder of Morton’s salt with a red bow on top. “I’m sorry for last night,” he says.

Steve can’t help but smile as he takes the salt. “It wasn’t a problem, really. Made my night a lot more interesting.”

Bucky looks down, straightens out his shirt. “You’re really chill,” he says. “And I know I’m a mess, but I appreciate you letting me into your apartment and everything.”

“We could do it again the next time you have a break down,” Steve suggests, then adds, “or whenever, really.”

Bucky looks up. “Yeah?” he asks, looking kind of cute and shy beneath long lashes.

Steve shrugs. “Sure,” he says. Then, “But the fry tax goes up if you’re in a good mood. I’ll need my own order.”

Bucky groans, Steve laughs, and together, they empty that new container of salt.

anonymous asked:

Question: does Keith ever actually agree to a cutesy nickname? Also, how quickly did Lance decide Keith needed one? I'm guessing, like, immediately, and when Keith hardcore refused to be called "babe", he just started being ridiculously gooey and gross with the nicknames because "I-actually-want-you-to-pick-one-because-I'm-sappy-and-romantic-that-way-and-also-this-embarrasses-you-which-is-now-one-of-my-top-priorities-in-life-so-honestly-it's-a-win-win" XDD

It took Lance and Keith about three weeks to settle into their status as “boyfriends.” 

After coming down from the high that was a romantic space ball, Lance found he had no clue how to be a boyfriend, and sort of floundered in awkwardness a lot, trying to hold hands but then changing his mind and doing things like pretending to pick lint off Keith’s jacket sleeve. 

Keith had moments of weird insult-compliments because he thought that maybe they shouldn’t fight anymore? So he’d start with, “Lance, you’ve gotta stop running your mouth … except, uh, it’s nice, sometimes, and I like looking at your lips saying stupid stuff?”

They got over this eventually, but Pidge and the others got so much amusement out of it that many inside jokes developed as a result. (“Hey Pidge, you know I love you ‘cause I’m constantly grooming your clothes!” “Aw, thanks, Hunk, I think you’ve got a funny face, but it’s nice to look at it!”)

There was some awkward maneuvering during meal times, too. (Do they sit together? Across from each other? “Okay, make up your minds, Lance, Keith, at this point you’re both just playing musical chairs.” “Bite me, Pidge.” “Insert obligatory innuendo about your boyfriend here.” “Wow, Keith is really red now — nice one!” “Hey, only I’m allowed to embarrass him like that!”). 

And, first kiss aside, there was a lot of: 

“Um, Keith, can I kiss you now? Is this a kissing moment?” 

“That was a pretty awesome shot you just made, so I think yes …” 

Also: “Keith, is there some kind of rule for making-out? Do we just agree together that this couch is a make-out spot?” 

“I don’t mind kissing you anywhere — I mean, anywhere on the Castle, not like, anywhere on your not yet at least, and Lance, stop freaking laughing and kiss me, you asshole.”

Not to mention they had to figure out where their boundaries were during super-important-Voltron-missions-and-meetings, as well as when they were just hanging out with the others during casual-nobody-is-trying-to-kill-us times.

Eventually, they both became at ease with certain levels of PDA, and they learn how to read each other’s wordless cues, and talk about other things that are important, like the how and when of personal space, how much time to spend in each other’s rooms, etc.

So, almost a month has gone by at this point, and Lance is comfortable and content, and just has to call his boyfriend something other than “Keith” or “Red.” But when he lets “babe” slip out, Keith immediately says, “Uh, no. Never say that to me again.” 

Lance took that as a challenge, and started tossing increasingly terrible names at him randomly and with much eyebrow waggling. Keith got annoyed, but he never took Lance aside to seriously ask him to stop, so Lance kept right on embarrassing him (and the others, secondhand), for about two weeks. 

And yes, romance was fifty percent of his enjoyment, but blushing Keith was absolutely the other fifty percent of his motivation — even if half of these blushes were less I’m-so-embarrassed, and more next-time-we-spar-I’m-going-to-kick-your-ass.

During their pirate encounter, Lance lets “querido” slip out — partially deliberate, partially a natural fall back into his native language, but as soon as he says it, Keith has a very visceral reaction, and that is it

Lance uses querido and cariño all the time. After they’ve been dating for even longer, mi amor slips in too. And maybe, further down the road, mi vida comes into play.

Point being, Lance cannot believe he’d neglected to use Spanish with Keith, especially considering that words of affection were the first he’d learned, since they’d been said to him by his parents and older siblings since he was a baby. He starts speaking Spanish not only with Hunk, but with Keith now as well, and it’s fun to whisper things into Keith’s ear, watching him turn pink, even when all he’s saying is, “Querido, next time you use my face cream without asking first, I’m going to flush your fingerless gloves down the toilet.”


And holy crap, I’m sorry! What a freaking roundabout way to answer your question. *sweats* Sometimes my brain does stuff without my permission. Damn. You’re awesome for asking stuff, and I’m sorry for being so damn long-winded! *hugs*

anonymous asked:

Are you okay if people try to eyeball it from the video if it's for like their personal project / not to sell or make a lot of or if they're trying to learn how to make their own patterns?

Generally, no. That might seem harsh, but again, this is my job. If every person who is making a personal project decides not to buy my patterns and just rip them off by looking at the tutorial video, it represents a huge loss of business for me. So I’d really, REALLY prefer if people just spend the $5-$9 and buy the pattern. They’ll get a 100% correct version of the pattern along with high quality photos and written instructions as well as knowing they are supporting an independent artist.

(( To go on a tangent, though you didn’t mention this, I have had someone tell me “Well you make money when I watch your video so I don’t have to pay you again”. In the entire YEAR of 2016 I made an estimated $16.60 from video ads. Google adsense doesn’t even send you a check until you reach $100. At this rate I might get a payout in a few years. ))

As for watching my videos to learn pattern making, I do think there is some benefit to watching them if you are watching them and thinking critically about not only HOW the pattern contributes to the final shape, but also WHY I am choosing those shapes. In general, though, copying my how to videos isn’t going to teach you how to make a plush pattern because my videos aren’t meant to explain my patterning choices. It’s only teaching you how to copy my plush pattern. 

For example here’s a generic 4 piece sphere pattern that I prefer to use:

Great! If you see me holding these shapes up in a video, you can pause, eyeball it, and you know how to make a sphere! Now you have a pattern to use every single time you need a spherical shape. This is where the person who is just copying my pattern from a video stops. This is the extent of what they’ve learned.

I like to say that pattern making is coming up with 2D solutions to a 3D problem. This person has copied my solution, but they haven’t learned how to solve the problem. Jumping to an analogy, the person who copied my pattern is exactly like someone who copies your answer in math class. They learned that 2+2=4. If the next problem is 1+3=? they wont be able to solve it.They might have the correct answer to this one problem, but they didn’t learn anything.

Now a person thinking critically and not just copying might stop and think about what these shapes are doing and why I am using them. They might realize that any combination of these football shapes will give you a sphere. Which is true! By varying the width, you can use anywhere from 3 to (theoretically) 100 little football shapes to get a sphere. Though I’d probably stop at 9 pieces.

Here’s an example of a 6 piece sphere pattern:

And if you are really thinking about it and you draw them out like this, you might start to see that the little football shapes don’t even have to be separate. You can combine them with darts on the bottom and top and make a sphere pattern with just 1 piece:

So by thinking critically about how and why I’ve selected my shapes, the person watching my videos to learn and not to copy has more options to work with. Using the math analogy, they now know that not only does 2+2=4, but also 1+3=4, and maybe even 1+1+1+1=4. Now give this person the problem 2^2=? and they wont know the answer because all they’ve learned is addition.

In other words, all they’ve learned is this one specific method of finding a solution to this one specific set of problems. They can make spheres from pointy football shapes.

But we don’t need to keep that football shape, here’s a sphere pattern that I like to call the telophase pattern (hello science nerds). You can use this to get seams like a baseball:

Even a pattern like this with just darts can make a sphere if you have enough darts and your fabric is stretchy enough. You can use this when you need a large area without seams. A good time to use this pattern is when you want an embroidered face:

Every single one of these will make a sphere and there’s even more combinations out there. You can use hexagons, you can use squares, you can use a big circle and gather it around the edges, you could use a spiral, and so on. There are literally hundreds of possibilities. And that’s just for spheres.

When people ask how to get started patterning, I always tell them to start by making things from other people’s patterns. Then I recommend making minor alterations to those patterns and seeing how that effects the final product. Then I recommend drafting your own patterns, starting from simple 2D shapes and moving on to more complex 3D shapes.

Back to how I said patterning was finding 2D solutions to 3D problems. By working with an existing pattern, you are memorizing a single solution to a single problem. By altering patterns, you are learning how to come up with your own unique solutions to a problem. When you learn how to make your own pattern, you’re learning how to find your own solutions while creating your own problems!

To wrap up my own super long explanation, copying is a really, really poor way to learn how to do anything. If you want to learn how to make patterns, by all means, you can start looking at my solutions to help you come up with your own. But do us both a favor and just buy the pattern. Like I said before, they’re $5-$9. That’s less than most people make in an hour for something that took me a week or more to create and years to learn HOW to create. If you can’t afford it, there are many free patterns available online, but please don’t rip off an independent artist just because it’s for personal or educational reasons.

Izuku the "entertainer"

So, after re-reading some of my favorite scenes over and over again, I noticed today how often Izuku really surprises, amazes or shocks Toshinori. Honestly, Toshinori may be a dork, but he has got himself and his expression under control quite properly most times. But when it comes to Izuku? Then he gets flabbergasted time and time again. Something about Izuku just manages to surprises him even after all this time… there really is a reason why Toshinori calls Izuku an entertainer repeatedly!

Look at this:

How they met, and All Might completely loses it at Izuku’s “enthusiasm”:

Hearing that Izuku is not that different from the boy he once was himself:

Izuku rushing into danger to save Kacchan:

Smiling like his idol would, making him remember what being a hero means:

Izuku overworking himself to reach his idol:

 … and doing more than even All Might anticipated:

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Call Me Four-O Four-O Four-O

My tribute to our lord and savior, Mr Gerard Arthur Way, who finally made it to his forties! From one seventies child to another, welcome, sir!

You like fatherhood, comfy clothes, meditation, going for walks, and cats. You still can’t swim, you still can’t dance (much) and you still don’t know karate. Face it, you’re not getting any younger.

I don’t wanna be younger, I just wanna…

Well if you wanted youthfulness, that’s all you had to say.
Cause I got genes to make you cry or make you go, how does he look this way?
For all the Britpop looks, the photographs that Kerrang! took,
Remember when I broke my foot from Frankie jumping onto me?

I’m not thirty
I’m not thirty
I’m not thirty
You wear me out

What will it take to show you that MyChem is really dead?
(I’m not thirty)
I’ve told you time and time again but you can’t seem to get it in your head
(I’m not thirty)
You think Frerard was real, you loved it when my roots were teal
But that was then and anyhow for the last time, I write comics now!

Forget about the Revenge looks
The photographs my boyfriend that Frankie took
You said you read me like a book, but the pages all are Doom Patrol

I’m forty
I’m forty!
I’m forty, now
(I’m forty, now)

But you really need to listen to me
Because I’m telling you the truth
I mean this, I’m forty!
(Trust Me)

I’m not thirty
I’m not thirty
Well, I’m not thirty
I’m not thir-fucking-ty
I’m not thirty
I’m not thirty
(Forty)

hyperbravedubs  asked:

I've been hesitant to ask anything here but, I've been struggling when it comes to drawing and coloring. I'm not sure how to get better. I've asked for tips many times and well just practice is all I get. Heh. I'm really trying. I'd just like some way of helping myself. Is there a way too?

Hmm. Okay, this is going to be a LOOOOOOONG POST. 

I don’t know how much advise I can offer but I will tell you what helps me, and how I colour. I’ll break it down into sections. XD 

Drawing

I very much recommend live drawing. Particularly for anatomy. Live drawing helps you learn the basic structures of the human body. How the skin folds, how joints bend and move, how to gain perspective. It trains your brain and makes you able to draw a lot better, a lot faster and more accurately.

With anatomical drawing: Do break it down into shapes and lines. Shapes and lines are your friends in drawing.

Like, the shape of the basic human ribcage can be described like a shape of an egg. Artists like Leonardo De Vinci broke down the anatomical forms of the human body into basic shapes.

Lines helps you gain movement into the body. They, along with shapes, are you basic frame for anatomical drawing.

Don’t be afraid of failure or mistakes. If a drawing failures or has mistakes, then it’s something you’ve learnt. You can then apply what you know now from your to a new drawing.

Drawing Style

Drawing style does very from person to person. But looking at comic artists styles can be a great source of inspiration. And maybe mix styles up.

I’d say my style is like a combination of Naruto and Deadman Wonderland.

With time, drawing style does develop and it does. Like, mine has changes so much within a year.

This one was made on the 5th of January 2016. 


And then there’s this one:

 This was made on the 6th of January 2017. 

They may be subtle changes, but anatomically speaking, it’s a lot better than last year. 


Colouring 

Let’s use a visual example to explain this: 

Colouring is really dependent on the style of the artist. For any tips with digital colouring, always have separate layers from your base colour and your shading.


As you can see, I love layers. I am very thankful for them. And use a lot of them. 

So I always start with a layer for  base colours:

Shading

 For my shading style, I prefer to use cell shading, so sharp lines and blocked colours to represent tone. However, instead of using a black colour as my shading, I think about what colours would be suitable for the setting and lighting of a scene. So, say the lighting or scene was more pigment with reds and oranges, then I’d want the same colours for my shading (and highlighting). 

The darkest red in the top right side is my shading colour, whilst the two on the two of the left (the lighter coloured reds) are more to be used for highlighting. 

 When setting my layers, I set them to “Multiply”, and turn the opacity to about 50-70%.  Up to you.

I usually make two layers of shading, one for the main and primary shading:

And another for secondary: 


And one other layer for highlights. For highlighting, I set the layers settings to “add” or “add (glow)”. Some programs may call it something else, like Sai calls it “luminosity”.

It may not seem much, but it definitely brightens up the eyes and the shine of the metal neck (brace?). 

It just gives your character more dimension and lil’ touch of realism. Whether you decide to have soft or cell shading is up to you. 

Once you’ve feel happy with it, you can always add any extra effects. 

So, usually to brighten up the colours and the character, I use similar colours on a separate layer, and set that layers setting to “overlay”. Again, set that to around 50-60%. But it’s up to you.

And for effects like the magic, I use the “add (glow)” layer setting again. For colour, I use the most vibrant red on my colour pallet. So the one on the top left.

Now, something that my lovely friend Cross taught me. When I know I’ve finished everything, but want to give it a bit more “oomph”, then I make a duplicate of the completed drawing, use a “gaussain blur” and set the opacity to about 60-80%.  Once that’s done, I go to edit and use a “colour balance” effect. 

Giving me this result. It just gives the drawing more charisma and “badassery”. 

How you shade and colour is entirely up to you. It is a practice thing, but it doesn’t hurt to experiment with other techniques. 

I’m not very skilled when it comes to soft shading, with the exception of some architectural backgrounds (sometimes). But I can definitely see the appeal.

 Say @kiacii for example, rather than cell shading, she uses soft shading that almost has a sharp edge. She uses SAI and the ’shade’ setting of her layer. And her drawing and colouring style is stunning. With just subtle changes in colour and layer settings, it really makes her work come to life. Which is one of the reasons I hold her so highly. 

Brushes:

 Brush type is really up to you and which you feel most comfortable with. Or experiment. 

Traditional work: 

I really can’t do traditional comics. So instead I save the comics for digital, and use traditional mediums like oil paints, acrylics, watercolours,  inks etc. for traditional life painting. 

One of my artist studies on Melanie Rothman’s paintings. 

Pencil portrait of my friend from school.

It seriously takes practice and patience. But you can do it :D I hope this helps xDD 

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I think kkmin r just very very close friends & jk acts like me with my eldest sister coz she's smaller & cuter than me so I tend to pinch her cheeks & coo at her like a baby & sometimes I even feel like I'm older coz I'm more mature. But then I remember all the questionable looks & skinship btwn jk & jm & this need for jk to be aroud jm & I'm like: nope nothing platonic there lol I feel like jm's role in jk's life is too big, like he overwhelms him sometimes.

anon hello~~~~

1st and foremost, I’m sincerely sorry for only being able to reply to this now. I’ve been so caught up in my exhausting life that I couldn’t find any time to use tumblr *sob sob* 😢😢

Thank you so much, really, for sharing your thoughts with me. I’m really happy to read asks like yours, and to learn to know how other people perceive our ship. And yes, I totally, entirely, whole-heartedly agree with you 🐥🐰👍👍

Yes, whenever I see a moment that is not very usual between them, I try to force every single cell of my brain to work, find a reason as to why it happened, is there a rational/ platonic explanation for it? etc. Will I do that to my close friends, my cute sister-like younger friends etc. It’s a war 🙈🙈. Most of the time it works, but the other times… it just doesn’t make any sense.

You stated a good point there, skinship. The other day when I was working (yes yes my mind is filled with Jikook/Kookmin all the time I need help, for real ><), it suddenly hit me that Jungkook was caught touching Jimin’s chest for at least more than 5 times already, but did we see him do it with any other member? Not once in my goldfish memory. Maybe he did, I was just to blinded by Jikook/Kookmin to see it, but that’s not our main point here. Let’s just take into consideration how some non-shippers or shippers of other ships saying that Jungkook looks at Jimin with the exact same eyes he uses to look at other hyungs (yeah let’s just *pretend to* ignore the heart eyes for a bit), how we see him backhug the other hyungs too, and how he occasionally slaps the others’ butts; you know, how he touches Jimin’s chest… is really worth paying attention to.

(again, all of the gifs I use below are not mine, I include the links to the original posts of the gif-makers under the gif itself)

  • 1st, why? Why is there a need for him to touch Jimin’s chest, when most of the time there really is no need to? And why the chest, out of all place (shoulder, arm, *whisper* abs)

well actually, it’s not like he hasn’t been caught touching other places I mention, but it’s another story, maybe we’ll talk about it the other time xD

(gifs source: http://chimchiminie13.tumblr.com/post/152987266658/once-not-enough-twice-still-not-satisfied)

Well, only Jungkook can answer tbh…

  • 2nd, how. How he actually touches Jimin’s chest. I mean, you can say that the above examples are just… mere accidents (which I doubt), the other times he actually knows what he is doing, not to mention the fact that he looks like he’s… lost in there, it just engrosses him

(gifs source: http://chimchiminie13.tumblr.com/post/152987266658/once-not-enough-twice-still-not-satisfied)

(gif source: http://jikookdetails.tumblr.com/post/157361954874/suuuuuubtle)

Jimin and Jungkook being touchy is nothing new to talk about tbh, we see it all the time, it’s just there. Sure people can say brothers and close friends being touchy is nothing unusual, with I agree. But then, there are times you just can’t use the brother/close friend excuse…

It still bugs me to this day, how I can’t find any reason as to why Jungkook felt the need to be close to Jimin in A SAUNA, hello~, isn’t it hot there, Jungkook ah~? It’s not like he’s not filmed on camera, and it’s not like there isn’t enough space, and it’s not like Jimin didn’t actually move further away, but no means no, Jungkook doesn’t approve…

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

(please go to the original post to see it clearer)

Satellite jeon is not made up. It’s a thing, search for it if anyone is in doubt.


The thirst seems to be real…

And I talk about it before, but I’ll talk about it over and over again. Just because I still don’t get it.

Originally posted by jibeom

Yes it’s normal to give compliments to your best friends/brothers right. To encourage, support them for the better, sure. But what follows it is what makes you feel… so wrong. Even if you just wanna tease, it sure is a weird way to tease…

갖고싶다 x3, “I want you” x3

Lemme go a bit outside of this. Let’s take Namjoonie for example. You know he’s one of the ones who wanna see Jimin exposing his shoulder in BST too, right?

In this particular video reaction to their own stage, Jungkook and Monie made a fuss about Jimin not revealing his jacket, Monie explained he couldn’t do things like taking off his jacket, that’s why. He also said once while monitoring Jimin’s Lie solo stage at the end of the year, he’d like to be born as a great dancer to know how it feels like. You know it’s natural when someone does sth you can’t, you admire and praise that person. But in Jungkook’s case, it’s just… so hard to understand. If he wanna be sexy like Jimin, or if he wanna take off his jacket like Jimin, he can totally try. Or back to our video above, he can say things like “oh~ what a sexy expression, I wanna have a sexy expression like that too~”, or “I wanna be sexy too”, you know, stuff like that. But no, he went straight up to say he wanted Jimin, JIMIN HIMSELF. The way Jungkook compliments Jimin’s sexiness is really on another level, like no other… I don’t wanna be that shipper, but it really does seem to be in the ‘thirsty’ direction, it’s not just a mere praise… It actually seems to affect him, does sth to him…

Check out all of those compliments in BST era here

🐥🐰🐥🐰

One last thing I feel like talking about is feeling like the mature one that you mentioned. The thing that makes me wonder is that Jungkook doesn’t really act like the mature one to the other hyungs, but Jimin. Sure maybe because Jimin is cute, but it seems more than just that. Thanks to my goldfish memory, I can’t really name a particular moment. But I have the feeling that Jungkook tries to be manly, and tough around Jimin, like he’s a man, not a boy, he’s strong, muscular, capable (can drive while Jimin has no license), he can manhandle Jimin etc., yet he still treats Jimin gently (or not once in a while xD). I dunno how to phrase it so that it’s understandable, so I’ll just say it bluntly. I feel like he wanna be the man for Jimin… *oops, I said it*

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

Again, these are just my thoughts, and I’m a shipper, I can be biased, delusional. Please don’t take everything I said too seriously.

At the end of the day, no one knows for sure what kind of relationship they have, and how they truly feel about each other. But one thing we’re sure, if these things they do are solely platonic, they sure have weird taste and hobbies there.

I’m sure I wanna discuss many things more, but I just can’t remember them at the moment. I hope this still somehow makes up for your long wait, thank you very much for turning to me to share your thoughts. I look forward to talking to you again 🌸🌺💜

HOME FOR CHRISTMAS

Once again, Taehyung won’t make it home for Christmas.

Originally posted by chimtae

word count: 3.9k
genre: angst/fluff [i know, i’m in shock too]

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🎶🎶When You Collect Records🎶🎶
  • Hipster: *moves dusty old boxes out of the way* Whoa, an old record player. It looks like it's in working order too! *runs outside*
  • Hipster: Yo, dad!
  • Dad: What?
  • Hipster: We're getting rid of all of poppop's stuff, right?
  • Dad: There's something you want, isn't there?
  • Hipster: There's this old stereo record player in the attic.
  • Dad: What do you need a record player for?
  • Hipster: My record collection.
  • Dad: I didn't even know they still made those things. Can't you just listen to music on your phone?
  • Hipster: Dad, there's a big difference between listening to music digitally and on record.
  • Dad: Fine, I don't wanna get into it with you right now. You can take the record player. You just have to get someone else to take it to your place for you. My truck's full.
  • Hipster: Thanks dad! *smooches dad on the cheek*
  • *later at hipster's apartment*
  • Friend: So, like Patch Adams ends with Patch Adams half-naked in front of a ton of people. I don't know if it was meant to be funny or like a weird sex thing, but like the movie was just a deeply disturbing character study. I can't stop thinking about it.
  • Hipster: That sounds boring. *unlocks door to apartment* Ta-da! Here it is! My new record player!
  • Friend: New? Looks fucking old to me, dude.
  • Hipster: Well, it is old. That's the appeal. And we're going to listen to the new Sufjan record on it.
  • Friend: Is that actually how you say Sufjan? Apparently, I've been pronouncing it wrong this whole time.
  • Hipster: Well, you won't after this record. There's an entire track where he just says his name for four minutes. It's amazing. *plays records*
  • Record Player: *coughs* Hello. Hello! Where am I? Doctor? Hello! Why is it so dark...............................Can I breathe? I can't breath. Oh god, I'm not breathing! Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god! I.....................................
  • Hipster: Uh, that's not Sufjan.
  • Friend: It totally isn't. Is it some guest vocalist? I like the new direction he's going in. No instruments or singing, and long stretches of silence. Very experimental.
  • Hipster: *stops record player* I think maybe we should do something else for now.
  • Friend: Fucking lame! I wanted to listen to more Sufjan.
  • *days later at the record store*
  • Hipster: Yo, I think the Sufjan Stevens record I bought from here might be some kind of mispress.
  • Store Clerk: Really? It's a pretty major album. I doubt there'd just be a mispress like that.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but listen to it. It's not Sufjan at all. It's some girl talking.
  • *hipster and clerk listen to a completely normal Sufjan Stevens album together*
  • Store Clerk: What are you talking about? This is definitely Sufjan Stevens.
  • Hipster: Okay, but it wasn't like that when I listened to it at home! I even listened to it with my friend and he heard the same thing!
  • Store Clerk: Maybe there's something wrong with your record player.
  • Hipster: Hmm, maybe there is.
  • *back at the apartment*
  • Hipster: *turns on record player and just listens*
  • Record Player: ...I'm awake again. Why did I black out? Did I even black out? God, I'm not breathing, but it doesn't matter. Why don't I need to breathe? Am I even alive?
  • Hipster: Can you hear me?
  • Record Player: Doctor. Doctor! DOCTOR! Why can't I move? Why can't I feel anything. Keep yourself together. It'll all make sense soon. Calm down. Just breathe deeply. Fuck, I can't breathe! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE! I CAN'T BREATHE! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! DOCTOR! HELP! HELP ME, PLEASE! I'M STUCK! I CAN'T MOVE! PLEASE HELP ME!
  • Hipster: *turns off record player* It's just a recording, I bet. I can't believe I talked to it like an idiot... *nervously turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: I blacked out again. I blacked out. For how long? Is there even time here? Hell. This is hell, right? Did I go to hell.........................................
  • Hipster: *listens to the record player for hours*
  • Record Player: Negative 6893 bottles of wine on the wall! Negative 6893 bottles of wine! Take one down, pass it around, Negative 6894 bottles of wine on the wall... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME! AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
  • Hipster: *keeps listening*
  • Record Player: Soul of Christ, make me holy, Body of Christ, be my salvation. God, please forgive me. I'm sorry for all of my sins. Please free me. I'm so sorry. Please. Please. Please.
  • Hipster: *still listening*
  • Record Player: FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! SHITTY DOCTOR! FUCK YOU! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT! *sobs intensely* FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK EVERYTHING! Please just let me go.
  • Hipster: *nervously walks up to record player and lightly taps on it*
  • Record Player: ...A knock. A KNOCK! PLEASE HELP ME! I'M STUCK! PLEASE! *record player begins shake violently*
  • Hipster: *backs away in fear*
  • Record Player: HELP! HELP! HELP ME! PLEASE, IF SOMEONE'S THERE, HELP ME! HELP ME! I'M STUCK! GET ME OUT OF HERE, PLEASE!
  • Hipster: *unplugs record player*
  • Hipster: *gets hammer from the closet and begins to break apart record player*
  • Record Player: *drips red*
  • Hipster: W-What? *cracks front of record player open*
  • *rotting viscera falls from the record player*
  • Hipster: O-Oh... *stuffs viscera back into the record player and duct tapes over it*
  • Hipster: *turns record player back on*
  • Record Player: ...I can feel. It hurts. Why does it hurt now? Why does it hurt? Why? Why? Why? WHY!? WHY!? WHY!? *spurts blood through it speakers and begins to gurgle*
  • Record Player: *hops forward* Please just let me go. Please... please. I'll do anything. I just want to see you again. I'm so sorry. This isn't what I asked for. I'm so sorry. *hops forward again and comes unplugged*
  • Record Player: *tips over, bleeding heavily onto the carpet*
  • Hipster: *silently cleans up the mess*
  • *some time later*
  • Hipster: *calls dad* Hey, dad. Oh, nothing. Uh, I just need to borrow your truck, If not tonight sometime this week. I just need to get rid of something. No, no, that's fine, I can do it myself. Yeah, tomorrow morning is perfect. Thanks Love you too. Bye.
  • *the next afternoon*
  • Dad: So, what did you need to get rid of this morning?
  • Hipster: Nothing important. Just some old junk... Dad, what kind of person was poppop?
  • Dad: Well, he was only the greatest man I've known in my life. Really caring, dedicated to his family. When you were born he loved you so much. He was a bit of a loner, though. It took a lot to get him to open up. Even around me and your grandmother. He was a bit like you. Always a huge music lover.
  • Hipster: I see. Was he ever a doctor?
  • Dad: That's a weird thing to ask. Nope. He hated doctors. Didn't trust modern medicine one bit. It's ironic. His cancer probably wouldn't have gotten to him if he did. But, your poppop was always so stubborn.
  • Hipster: Oh, okay then.
  • *some days later*
  • Friend: New carpet?
  • Hipster: Yup, old one was ugly wasn't it. It was time for a change.
  • Friend: That's what I've been telling you! I'm glad you finally came to your senses. What happened to your record player, though?
  • Hipster: That thing? I threw it away. It was busted.
  • Friend: That sucks. Are you gonna buy a new one?
  • Hipster: No.
  • Friend: But you won't have anything to play your records on.
  • Hipster: Yeah, but I buy records because I want to support the artists. They're not really for listening. Besides, lossless is better. FLAC is the future.
in a fashion

he tian x mo guan shan one-shot

tags: swearing, kissing (you know the game they play), set in the future, he tian and guan shan live together in domestic bliss (ha)

synopsismy train was delayed yesterday and i was bored and don’t know what this is but enjoy?


‘Someone’s been baking,’ He Tian says, pleased, tasting sugar and rosemary on Guan Shan’s lips. The apartment smells warm and sweet, a new version of home that is crafting itself out of sense, though the space is unchanged but for the suitcase at the bottom of He Tian’s wardrobe, the cooking appliances starting to fill the kitchen surface, and Guan Shan, stretched out on the sofa and flicking through a magazine.

‘Get off me,’ Guan Shan says, head turned, the kiss broken, hands a pressure on He Tian’s chest, nails pressing into the white shirt. ‘You stink of cigarettes.’

‘People at work were smoking,’ He Tian says. ‘It’s not from me.’  But he pulls away, slightly stung, unfolding himself from where he’d rested a knee and a hand on the sofa, curved himself around Guan Shan’s repose.

He’d promised he’d give it up for his health, but Guan Shan must know it’s easier said than done; he knows He Tian holds a cigarette bracketed between his fingers like a compact life-line. Something to wrap his lips around in lieu of letting words slip from his mouth.  

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Jealous

Requested: Can you do one where in y/n is screaming at shawn because shes so mad and jealous but shawn just laughs at her and its all cute and fluffy

Requested: Hey first of all I love your page 😍 it’s the best out here and your writings are sooo good. Can you please do one where Shawn and y/n are shopping and then Shawn mets his ex and y/n gets jealous and they fight but will be together at the end. I hope you understand what I meant. Love you ❤️❤️

Your name: submit What is this?

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You are out shopping with Shawn in Toronto. It is a rare day that you’re able to spend with your boyfriend without all the craziness and busyness of life getting in the way. “Hey Shawn,” You hear a voice from slightly behind the two of you. Turning, you’re expecting to see a fan asking for a picture from Shawn, but recognition crosses his face.

“Hi Laur,” He says in surprise, a smile spreading across his face, and now you turn your attention to the girl and her friends. You recognize the one in the middle from old pictures you’ve seen on the internet. She’s Shawn’s ex and she’s gorgeous, no doubt. You don’t know how Shawn could possibly choose you over her. You wonder if he ever regrets it, if he ever sees pictures of her and misses her, or wishes he was still with her instead of with you. You always knew she was pretty, but you had never met her in person until today, and it wasn’t even intentional so you weren’t able to prepare yourself.

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Butterflies - Archie Andrews x Reader

Certainly a longer one for you guys. It’s a little crappy and a little pointless but I thought of this while in music class the other day and thought it was a cute idea to distract us all from the turmoil of episode 13…

Masterlist

Originally posted by riverdalesource

He had admired her from across the music room for months. (y/n) (l/n). With the voice of an angel and the face of one too. She was truly talented in every way, singing, piano, guitar and just her sheer ability to charm anyone. She was sweet in everyway and he couldn’t help but wonder if her lips were that sweet too; they certainly looked it.

He had completely fallen for her. Everything she did, every word she sang, everything she was. She was beginning to become his first thought in the morning and his last at night before he went to sleep and almost every thought in between. Yet, he had still never had a full conversation with you. You were alone once in the classroom when everyone had left as he helped her find her sheet music but that was it. That was enough for him to memorize her eyes and the way she did her hair in a messy bun so she could play without it getting in the way and it was adorable. Everything about her was adorable. Miniature compared to him and her smile was the cutest thing he had ever seen in his life. Yet, he still hadn’t spoken to her.

“You need to say something, bud.” Jughead slid onto the bench next to him, stuffing some cafeteria burrito into his mouth.

“He’s right you know,” Betty chimed in from behind him with Veronica and Kevin as they sat around,

“Are you still pining over piano girl?” Ronnie mocked in a baby voice, “God, Arch. I didn’t know that you could ever be so useless around a girl.” He glared at her,

“I have no idea what you are on about.” He tried to play it cool but the tiniest voice crack at the wrong moment gave him away. Not that there was much to give away.

“Oh yeah, and I have no idea that, that song is about her.” Kevin observed stealing the sheet from in front of Archie and pulling it away from reach so he and the girls could see it,

“Oh Archie you have to say something! This is all too sweet.” Betty cooed but Jugheads laughter overpowered her, “Oh Juggie, just because some guys are romantic.” Betty sighed mockingly,

“I am mysterious and girls love that more.” He smirked before winking at her.

“This is all well and good guys but I am not talk to her. Now or anytime soon.”

“you could ask her to the dance!” V piped up getting all excited,

“Great idea!” Archie mocked, “When you find any reason for her to like me, let me know and I’ll go for it.” He sighed in defeat. If he was true to himself that was the real reason he had never gone up to her, they had never spoken and normally it was girls who came up to him and her? well she was not that kind of girl. She hung around with Ethel, not the vixens. She wore oversized cardigans, not mini skirts and her top knot was haphazard, not 3 hours worth of styling but all this just made her so much better than any of them. She was who she wanted to be, not who someone like Cheryl wanted her to be or how people said she should be, she was just herself and that’s how he wanted her.

One thing he never understood was that she spoke to everyone, except him. She was one of them people who didn’t have a ‘group’ she kind of floated between people with everyone liking her. One day she could talk to the geeks and the next be tutoring Reggie Mantle in science only to be back with musical theatre kids by lunch helping with rehearsals but she never spoke to this group. Ever. He had never understood why she had avoided them, he was sure that they had never done any wrong to her but she would almost always leave class quickly to avoid him.

As far as Archie knew, she was single but he couldn’t understand why. Half the boys in the football team adored her and not in some demeaning way. If they didn’t think of you as a sister to protect, they wanted to take you out for dinner. She managed to bring out the soft side of even the biggest guys in the school ad he could never figure out how, bur she certainly did it to him.

She found solitude in music and she would only practice in the theatre without anyone listening. 

Little did she know that Archie had found this out, he had been working to keep up with the rest of the music class that he had managed to join late. He had come across your secret practice sessions after looking for Valerie. 

She was too into her music to notice Archie staring from the back, and too focused to notice when Archie came in, even taking a seat and listening to the end of her piece. 

She played her last note, her eyes still closed…that is until he started to clap. When her eyes flew open she made eye contact instantly with Archie and paled dramatically,

“Sorry, I’ll be going I didn’t know you were in here…”
“No, no it’s fine.” He panicked a little, this was his only chance to talk to her, “please stay, for once?” she looked like a rabbit in the headlights but he had never seen her that way. She was normally confident, loud and cheery but this was so much different - as if she was scared of him but she nodded anyway still standing in the same spot clutching her sheet music, “look, I don’t know if you know me I'm…”
“Archie. Archie Andrews.” The fact she knew who he was made him smile stupidly, “I’ve seen you in music class.” she said quietly, “I'm…”
“(y/n). I know.” Archie looked down sheepishly at his feet as he said it, kind of glad she never brought up his football, when he was around her all he cared about was music, “I have been wondering if maybe…” he trailed off not really knowing where he was going with this.

“Maybe what?” she asked kindly, making her way down the stages stairs and to the auditorium where he stood,

“You would help me study. Music I mean, I was late starting.” He mentally kicked himself for chickening out but he now knew the real reason all the big guys went soft on her, her eyes were like molten pools that seemed to shine. She smiled innocently, everything about her was innocent she didn’t seem to be corrupted like most of the people in this town,

“Of course,” she said softly and with what he thought (and hoped) was a hint of disappointment. Turning, she went back up onto the stage to the piano and took her seat once again beckoning him to follow. He stood awkwardly behind her until she sifted over ever so slightly allowing him to sit beside her, “What do you need help with?” she pulled out her sheet music once again and placed it on the stand before tucking a pencil behind her ear,

“have you ever considered teaching someone piano?” he asked skeptically,

“I can try my best” she smiled before she started talking again but he zoned out watching the way her lips moved or how her long, delicate fingers would move across the keys with no visible effort. It wasn’t until she took his hand in hers placing it on the keys beneath hers did he snap out of it. His heartbeat elevating like never before as he turned to look at her his hand still under hers, playing keys he had never used before and playing music they were making together as she finally turned too look at him, their faces astonishingly close to one another,

“(y/n).”
“Yes?”

“I would very much like to admit that I think you’re beautiful.” He didn’t fully know where the confidence came from, perhaps it was the feeling of her hand on his but he moved, reaching his hand up to remove the pencil from behind her ear and admired how her hair fell with it. Pushing it back he glanced at her lips, “I would also very much like to kiss you.” She didn’t say anything. She simply leaned into him, pushing her lips against his softly as if she was once again scared so he pressed himself further into her, wrapping his hand into her hair as he had dreamed of doing for the months he had admired her before she pulled away but stayed close to him, “Why did you stay away from me?” he asked timidly, so not to upset her after their moment,

“because it would have been hard to sit there and be close to you and not kiss you.” she murmured in reply, shocking him,

“Wait, what?” he moved a little further away to look at her, his hand still playing with her hair,

“maybe it was your laugh, or your eyes, or your smile. It could have been your hair, or your voice, or your personality. Whatever it was, it made me fall pretty damn hard.” she confessed looking into his eyes intently making him kiss her again, making her gasp a little in shock but returning the chaste kiss,

“Why didn’t you tell me all of this, instead of running away?” he looked confused like a lost puppy and tilted his head a little, “Why did you avoid me?”

“Because, for the first time, I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.” she admitted, turning back to look at the keys, Archie placing his hand on hers once again but this time on his lap, “so I listened to you singing from afar, in the common room, in class, when you were with your friends. And I would come to your football games, I would watch from the side of the bleachers where I couldn’t be seen by the other players for once. I mean, I love them guys, they were good to me but they weren’t you.”

“Wait, what?”

“Archie, I’m a pretty loud outgoing person but around you? You reminded me what butterflies felt like and I could never stop loosing my breath when I saw you looking back at me. That day when you helped me in music? Nothing could beat the butterflies I felt when I was around you. You made me feel a kind of happiness I’ve never experienced before.” He looked at her falling more in love with her by the second, by every word she said,

“Butterflies, eh?” he smirked a little making her laugh quietly, “So I guess what I felt wasn’t just a crush?”
“Never just a crush” she looked up at him, her eyes shinning in a completely different way, in a better way, “anyway, music” he smiled like an idiot,

“Right, music.”

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The Bet- A Cassian/Azriel/Mor Fic

….Listen my dudes, idk what to tell you, I’ve never written this pairing before, never really felt that inclined to either… But they wanted to bang…so I let them. Bless my dearest, @pterodactylichexameter for betaing!! 

Title: The Bet

Summary: Modern AU, established relationship. Cassian, Az and Mor have somewhere to be and while the boys are up their sleeping beauty is nowhere to be found. Az comes with a novel way of getting her out of bed….NSFW. Sin. Much sin ahead. You’ve been warned. 

Teaser: Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Link: AO3 

Azriel doesn’t look up from the piece of toast he’s slowly, precisely, buttering as he hears the unmistakeable sounds of Cassian sloping into the room behind him. His boyfriend doesn’t stop walking until he crashes, albeit gently, into Az’s back, jolting him against the counter. His thick, muscled arms slide easily around his waist and he nuzzles softly at his neck, still slightly damp from the shower.

“Mm, you smell like Mor,” is Cassian’s dreamy idea of a mumbled morning greeting.  

Az comes as close to grimacing that he ever does at that. “I think I used her shampoo this morning,” he confesses drily, now tipping coffee into the mug in front of him. Cassian lets out a gasp of mock horror at this and withdraws from him as though tainted. He claps him playfully on the shoulder, “Good luck,” is all he says before he heaves himself up onto the worktop, his heels knocking gently against the cupboard door.  

A soft smile traces Az’s lips as he slides the coffee towards Cassian who raises the mug in a grateful salute after grabbing it before taking a long draught. “I don’t think I have to worry about it,” he says evenly, melting out of the way to let Cassian at the toaster and hob, “She won’t be coherent enough to notice for a while yet.

Cassian glances over Azriel’s head towards the door of their bedroom, slightly ajar, revealing the darkness within, then he snorts. “It looks like the lair of some fell beast,” he observes, casually swiping a piece of Az’s buttered toast and transferring it to his mouth. Az huffs but doesn’t protest, considering it a fair trade for the half a pack of bacon Cassian has just slapped into a pan.  

Az makes a business of checking his watch, “At this time of the morning you’re not far wrong,” he murmurs, ambling to the fridge and pulling out eggs which he lays on the counter within easy reach of Cassian’s broad, deft hands.

Cass snorts at that assessment, barely even looking at what he’s doing as he cracks the eggs and transfers them to a bowl to whisk them up, “How long do we have before we need to leave?” he asks, eyebrow raised.

“A few hours yet,” Az replies mildly, taking a small sip of his own coffee, “But she should get up now.”

Cassian snorts again, “You expect her to manage that without some sort of encouragement?” he demands, “Waking Mor up at this time is like waking the dead, we’d have an easier time finding a new girlfriend at the graveyard.”  

Az just smiles at that, watching his boyfriend work, “Mm, I’m quite fond of this one, as it happens,” he murmurs quietly.

He’s fully aware that he already has a plan to deal with their…situation. Cassian never eats his eggs scrambled this way, and his bacon is always half raw. Sure enough, a few moments later, tipping the eggs into a frying pan, Cass grins, “Don’t you worry, sweetheart,” he says affectionately, leaning over and kissing Az on the cheek even as he rolls his eyes at the petname, ”I have just the thing. She’ll be up in a minute, all bright eyed and bushy tailed.”

 It’s Az’s turn to snort at that. Of the three of them, Cass is the one most likely to tend towards optimism but even by his standards that’s stretching the bounds of belief. “Okay fine, she’ll be conscious,” he amends irritably before waggling a spatula threateningly in Az’s direction, “you get to take over from there.”

“If you actually manage to get her up I’ll take over from there,” he promises faithfully, taking another idle sip of his coffee.  

“Ha,” Cass grins, “Just you wait, Az, she can never resist my cooking. Ever.” He reaches past him and swipes the large ‘princess’ mug out of the cupboard, filling it with coffee from the pot before dumping in a small mountain of sugar and half of their milk reserves into it with his customary grimace that anyone would dare besmirch the good name of coffee the way that Mor does.

Azriel just hums as Cassian starts to load Mor’s breakfast onto a tray, leaning against the worktop, saying nothing. As he starts to leave the room however, Mor’s breakfast arranged in the shape of a smiley face with tomato eyes, a bacon mouth, scrambled egg hair and a spikey toast hat however, Az dips down and presses a soft kiss to his lips, “Good luck,” he murmurs.

Cassian waves an airy hand, “Oh ye of little faith!” he huffs irritably as he sets off in the direction of their bedroom.  

Azriel waits patiently and he and his lack of faith are rewarded by a Cassian stomping out of the room five minutes later, caught somewhere between astonishment and dejection, resolutely munching a piece of Mor’s toast. “Unbelievable,” he grumbles, looking sincerely crestfallen. “She’s made of stone, Az, we’re dating a statute, I hope you know that.”

Az just smiles as Cassian helps himself to some of Mor’s eggs, clearly lamenting their wasteful scrambling. “That was never going to work,” he says smoothly.

Cassian lets out a good natured growl, now eating a piece of Mor’s bacon with his fingers. He brandishes it at Az, “I bet you a tenner you can’t get her out of bed before I can.”

Cass watches as Azriel considers this, can practically hear the cogs turning in that mysterious, shadowed brain of his. Finally, with a decisive little nod, he sets down his piece of toast and says, “Deal,” before padding towards their bedroom.  

Blinking, slightly startled by this sudden turn of events he calls after him, “On this try mind you!” Az just vaguely nods his agreement, gently pushing open the door at the end of the corridor. What a well meaning idiot, Cassian muses with a shake of the head, happily stuffing one of Mor’s tomatoes into his mouth. She doesn’t know what she’s missing, this breakfast was up to his finest high standards, but Az is taking part in a truly hopeless mission. Fire-breathing dragons would have been easier and safer to approach than their Morrigan this morning.

Cassian waits, shovelling down more of Mor’s bacon with what Az would probably consider indecent enthusiasm. Mor would understand though, he has to give this breakfast a proper funeral, worthy of her approval. He expects to see Az slinking back to him, defeated, rummaging irritably in his jeans for his wallet to offer him the spoils of his victory. He freezes, another piece of toast halfway to his mouth, loaded with scrambled eggs and dread – if Azriel fails in this task it’ll be his turn to rouse Mor again…He contemplates this for a few seconds then shovels the toast and egg into his mouth, deciding it’ll be worth it. His boyfriend had been so achingly sure of himself and while Cass doesn’t think that Az’s ego needs to be deflated any more than it already is, on the other hand he really does like the idea of him coughing up the bet money.  

Cassian waits some more, still devouring Mor’s breakfast, feeling a slight pang of worry for Az. In her current state, well aimed pillows might just be lethal, and he’s quite fond of Az’s pretty face…He decides to give it a few more minutes before launching an emergency rescue operation. Any second now he’s going to have to kiss that small frown from his beautiful face, console him even as he delightedly accepts his winnings.  

Az’s dejected form isn’t what leaves their bedroom however. Instead, Cassian freezes in the act of raising his mug to his lips for a drink when he hears a soft, feminine moan escape. He waits for all of a second before the mug and half-eaten breakfast are abandoned and he wanders down the corridor to investigate.

Gently pushing open the door, decorated with Az’s careful, neat lettering of their names (Cassian’s idea) and the small stick figures in the top left corner, (a drunken Mor’s contribution) he pauses to properly drink in the scene. Azriel is kneeling on the floor at the side of their bed, Mor’s long, golden legs hooked over his shoulders, his head buried between them. Mor is arching in pleasure, another faint moan spilling from her open lips as her body bows from the bed. Her hands fist the crisp white sheets, clutching at them as Az teases her with his tongue.  

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technicallydeliciouspeach  asked:

Hello~ Could you please do some hc on how the rfa would react to mc having a huge scar? I'm sorry if I'm being pathetic but well... I have a huge one on my chest from an operation on my heart. I'm kinda used to it now but today one person said that it's disgusting and I had no idea it would hurt me so much. I love your writing. Thank you for everything you do

I’M SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE >___<

I really wanted to do this request asap to make you feel better… but I was busier for the past few weeks than I expected… And we have a LOT of requests in the inbox. 

(Plus my sprained ankle from saving a dog on the road, and a virus—btw both happened the respective days my horoscope sign was ranked 12th on Oha Asa horoscope D: Oha Asa is never wrong.)

Anyway enough with that!! I didn’t write Jaehee’s because I’m not always able to imagine her reaction… Onto the very late fic—I am still very very sorry that this took so long ;^;

–R.I.


RFA Reacts: MC with a Huge Scar

Yoosung

  • We all know he’s the somewhat shy, reluctant type when it comes to doing… explicit stuff
  • So it took a while for him to find out about the scar on your chest
  • When he saw it, his eyes were WIDE with shock
  • And that made you absolutely fucking nervous.
  • Was he… disappointed that you didn’t have perfect skin? That when he touched you during intimate moments, he would have to run his hands over your scar and maybe feel.. disgusted?
  • “Are you… disappointed?” you bit your lip, trying to control the anxious feelings boiling in your chest
  • He frantically shook his head, his eyes still wide in horror at your chest.
  • “MC… who did this to you?” he choked out, tears welling up in his eyes. “Why do you have this…?”
  • Confused, you hesitantly replied, “What… do you mean? It’s from a surgery I had on my heart, a while back…”
  • Immediately, relief replaced the fear on his face. He pulled you close, breathing shakily.
  • “Oh god… I’m so glad… I was so scared that someone hurt you…”
  • You still weren’t sure how he felt about your scar. “You don’t mind? That there’s this… thing on my chest.”
  • He continued to bury his head on your shoulder. “No, MC… I would never be disappointed in you about something like this. I fell in love with you because I enjoy being with you, not because of how you look.”
  • You returned his embrace with trembling hands, holding him tightly. “…Thank you. Just. Thank you.”

Zen

  • Usually, Zen took you out on his day-offs from work
  • But for some reason, you had rejected his invitation that day without reason
  • Worried, he visited you at home, wondering if you were sick.
  • He even brought you soup.
  • You were very reluctant in opening the door to him, feeling shitty. But you’d feel guilty letting him wait outside for hours (because he WILL do that for you) and decided to let him in
  • He was like a puppy greeting their master home, jumping onto you and hugging you as soon as he saw you
  • You winced slightly as his hard abs ahemchest bumped against your scar
  • It’s not like it really hurt anymore, but it was more of an internal pain
  • You avoided his excited gaze and his grin gradually turned to a frown. “What’s wrong, MC?”
  • You sighed. “You know how I had that surgery a while back? I… someone told me it looked disgusting today.”
  • His frown deepened, eyes narrowing into a glare. Despite his very obvious anger, he maintained a cold, low voice. “Who said it.”
  • You shook your head. “It doesn’t matter who said it, more that someone actually commented about the scar in the first place…”
  • His eyes turned sad. “But you’re very beautiful in my eyes… If anyone insults how you look, I’ll always be here to feed you endless compliments about you, because I am in love with you and I want to make you feel better any way I can. MC… for every word that hurts you, I’ll give you ten times the love and care to make you smile again.”
  • You let out a small smile. His words did help a bit. You simply nodded quietly in response to his statement, and he returned a grin, pecking you on the lips.

Jumin

  • One of the bodyguards had informed him about how you’d locked yourself in your room all day. Overwhelmed with a sudden concern, he left work early, not even bothering to clean up the documents on his desk. No, you were a higher priority than his business.
  • He got home in record time, urging Driver Kim to speed on a route with tolls so he could return to your side immediately.
  • In a panic, he whizzed past the bodyguards and maids at his apartment as he rushed to your room. “MC!?” He was panting.
  • Hearing his voice, you froze inside the room. Why was he home so early…?
  • You’d planned to wipe away your tears and convince yourself you were fine before he returned so that he wouldn’t have to worry about you. You didn’t like making him stress out about you. He had so many other important matters to attend to, after all.
  • But he was here.
  • And secretly, you felt happy that he cared enough to come check on you. Not that you would ever admit it out loud. It just felt good to have someone worrying sometimes.
  • “MC… please open the door, and tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded, knocking on the door repeatedly.
  • You quietly stepped out of the room, hesitantly meeting his gaze. It was a dark storm in his panicked eyes.
  • He looked over you quickly, sighing in relief that you appeared to be fine, physically, at least.
  • His hands were trembling when they caressed yours, bringing it to his lips to smother in kisses. “I heard that you’d locked yourself in your room today. Did something happen?”
  • You slowly nodded, knowing very well that he would catch your lie. And so you told him how someone had made a hurtful comment about your scar.
  • He knew fully well that you could be sensitive about it, even though you were usually okay. So he listened quietly as you spoke, letting him comfort you with a warm hug and calming hair strokes.
  • No matter how calm he usually appears on the outside, Jumin loved you enough to make a fool of himself for even the little things. Because he loves you for who you are, for every moment you’ve shared together, and everything you’ve ever done for him.

Seven

  • He’d actually been by your side when it had happened. When someone made fun of your scar.
  • And Seven was absolutely furious, holding himself back from punching them, only because you had quietly told him not to, in a pained voice.
  • The car ride back home was silent. He was quietly fuming in anger, while you were feeling self-conscious about yourself.
  • Then suddenly, he went off the road you usually took, calmly driving on the highway elsewhere.
  • “Where are we going?” you asked, bewildered by the sudden change in route.
  • “Somewhere. Together.”
  • You stared out the window, feeling calm from the ride as the scenery whizzed by.
  • When the car finally stopped, you noticed that you had pulled up to a hot spring motel.
  • “We’re gonna be staying here for the night,” he grinned. “So you can relax!”
  • You felt touched by his actions. He wasn’t the best at comforting people verbally considering his own history… but he always knew what to do to make you feel better.
  • “But… how did you make a reservation for us so quickly?” you asked curiously.
  • “Heheh~ That’s! A! Secret!” he winked.
bnha 136 ramble!

This chapter made me smile… a lot…

First off let me start with Sir. Sir sees his quirk more as a curse than a blessing.

He’s hesitant to use it, not just because of the setback it has, but because of the inevitability of an accident or something, or in most cases death.

He’s still grief-stricken about All Might’s future because he knows just how accurate it is, he knows that his foresight can’t be altered.

For a second, I honestly thought that he was still pissed off at All Might, like right here:

but he’s just afraid of people turning out like All Might… 

Look at how sad he is here… this single panel puts a lot of depth into Sir’s character. We get ti see a more vulnerable side of him. It’s not like he hates using his quirk, he’s afraid of what he’s going to see, heck, I’m pretty sure if his foresight didn’t have a 24-long interval setback or whatever he still wouldn’t use it on people…

After what he saw in All Might’s future, what are the chances that it can’t happen again to someone else?

Overall, I just find it sweet how Sir still feels sad about All Might, and how he still cares about him. Nobody really completely understands the weight of his words here apart from Gran Torino, so it’s pretty hard on them.

and omfg to bnha’s ost “my hero academia” while reading this chapter really fits the mood! XD

I honestly thought their relationship would be a little more salty, but this is refreshing though, seeing both of them talk about Izuku and all, even though Horikoshi didn’t go deep into their converstaion…

Sir’s is already starting to acknowledge Izuku, and I really like that, I didn’t expect it to come so soon, but it still made me happy. Sir’s opinion of Izuku hasn’t changed yet, but it’s getting there.

I also want to appreciate the relationship that the big 3 has:

even though we still don’t know much about them it’s pretty obvious that they all got each others back when it comes to emotional situations too so that’s cool.

This was my favorite part of the chapter. Bless Horikoshi for this scene, Aizawa coming from nowhere and unintentionally lightening up the mood was just so sweet.

Tbh, it will be kind of awkward having Izuku, Uraraka and the rest call Aizawa eraserhead will be kinda weird…but I guess I’ll get used to it.

I NEED TO APPRECIATE HOW PRETTY AIZAWA LOOKS HERE, LIKE WTF???!! HE’S SO BEAUTIFUL AHHHHHH!!!!!! HORIKOSHI THANK YOU FOR THIS IMAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND DADZAWA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

we’ve only seen a dadzawa/izuku scene  like once or so in the manga, and that was after Izuku’s first fight with Bakugou, so this was… really sweet.

I don’t know if it was Izuku or Kirishima that said “I’ll follow you forever” but this was hilarious XD

Gonna appreciate how pretty Overhaul looks here… hot damn he’s a beauty!

I don’t know why but I really just had a hunch that Eri’s room would look like this… also

I want to murder this guy.

I see such a strong connection forming between Izuku an Eri in the future… and I also see a bunch of new headcanons on tumblr. So just like my friend indy said,

DO NOT LET HER DOWN IZUKU!

3

It wasn’t like you had planned to catch the attentions of a Rogue like Leonard Snart. You hadn’t even realized that you had at first. And by the time you really knew about the way Len earned his living? You were in deep.

You’d been working at The Motorcar your last year of college when you first met him. Len was a regular who tipped well for all that he mostly only ordered coffee.

Not that you blamed him. You’d almost starved with that job as your main food source. If it didn’t taste horrible, then it tended to make you ill. You weren’t sure why. You scoured the place, and it did pass the food safety code.

If you were any more superstitious, you’d say the place was cursed.

Len was a regular who wasn’t big on small talk, or wasting words in general. Everything about him was precise. His order, his payment, the seat he wanted, and when were good times to speak to him. You still preferred him to the drunks who wanted a show, or the kids too high to know if they even brought enough money to cover their order. Although at least they never complained about the food.

Even if the wisdom of sating one’s munchies across from CCPD left much to be desired. You figured it was some twisted inner need to be caught. Or it was a three foot eff you to the system. Could go either way really.

Every other weekend, Len brought his sister. It was the one divergence in his otherwise exact schedule. You’d notice him actually smiling - not the polite tip of the corners of his mouth, but genuinely smiling - from time to time when she was there. You made a point to never drift over while they were in the middle of a discussion. And perhaps because of that, at least in retrospect, they always sat in your section.

Your last month at the diner, you’d begged Lisa to come with you to a ballroom dance event. You’d been pulling so many shifts at the diner that making friends with your fellow college drudges attending over summer semester hadn’t been a priority. Going would net you extra credit, which you couldn’t overlook, but going when you knew absolutely no one wasn’t high on your wishlist. Neither was making a fool of yourself, but you figured you’d only see her one more time anyway, so there wasn’t any harm.

She’d gone, to your eternal relief, not making a big deal about it at all. In fact, she’d laughed about how the moving as a team and timing were right up her brother’s alley, even if it wasn’t hers. If anyone had asked you, you would have said the Snarts were good people. A little distant, but kind enough and certainly well meaning. 

In fact, you did say that when the police came knocking not long after, suspecting them. You didn’t see either of them for several years. Not because they’d been in Iron Heights - you thought they might have gotten out of those charges - but because you hadn’t been in Central City.

Len found you in Keystone, working for an advertising company that should have been the job of your dreams. He’d asked if you still had space on your dance card for him after commenting on the glowing character reference you’d given his arresting officer. And somehow that led to a visit to an art museum, and then you moving back to Central City to be able to see more of him.

You’d thought about moving back before. Central was home in a way Keystone had never become. It also had the PR nightmare known as S.T.A.R. Labs to attract your attention. So while Len sought his own adrenaline rush, you’d reached out to the skeleton team left with your proposal. Dr. Wells hadn’t found it necessary, but he had understood your desire to have a challenge. Cisco and Caitlin had been happy to have your help. Such as it was, anyway.

You weren’t a part of Team Flash, although you hadn’t missed their little meetings. Dr. Wells had confronted you about it early on after you had asked him in private if he wanted you to use that information to build up his reputation again or if he’d prefer the secrecy. The scientist had been pretty clear which option he had preferred.

Later, when Lisa seduced Cisco and then Len had tortured his brother to find out the Flash’s identity, you’d been summoned for another private conversation with the physicist. He’d been impressed that for someone so perceptive you hadn’t told your own boyfriend the Flash’s identity. Or hadn’t you worked it out yet?

Although, as it turns out, that conversation wasn’t quite as private as you’d thought.

“You’re dating Captain Cold?”

Turning towards the incredulous voice, you met Cisco’s gaze with a wince.

“I had no idea he was going to do something like that to you, Cisco. Honest. He doesn’t ask me about my work; I don’t ask him about his.”

“An interesting policy, to be sure,” Doctor Wells commented, his eyes laughing for all that his vocal tone was dry and serious.

“We were dating way before he got ahold of your cold gun,” that justification felt hollow even to you.

Cisco didn’t take it as any justification at all.

“Well, stop! He’s a thief. And a murderer, not to mention.”

“Honestly. You do not want to go the route of dragging up dirty little secrets,” you growled out in self defense. “It’s my job to know all of yours, so I can portray you in the best light. Or had you forgotten?”

Watching the interplay between the two men was fascinating. Dr. Wells polishing his glasses as Cisco looked to him for support. Which he did give but with a tired expression to indicate they couldn’t control your life choices.

Damn straight they couldn’t. Even if you had nothing really on Cisco, minus the fact he’d created the weapons used against his brother, which was a cruel thing indeed to mention.

Well, and the fact you’d heard by now just how Cisco was lured into begin with, and this was very much a scenario of the pot calling the kettle black.

 The dark glimmer beneath the professor’s gaze still had you rushing out an addendum quickly.

“Excepting, of course, boundaries like the identity of the Flash and what you do in your personal time.”

You grabbed your jacket and nodded politely to both of them.

“That said, I’d prefer what I do on my personal time to remain personal as well. And I’ve a date in precisely twelve minutes. I am sorry for what happened, Cisco. But I do prefer to be on time. Shall I give your regards to Lisa?”

You decided his blush was adorable. And apparently, so did Dr. Wells. He’d laughed anyway before nodding you on to go home.

Only eleven minutes until you got to see him again. Because dammit, you didn’t care if he was a thief and a rogue.

He was yours.


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anonymous asked:

I still can't get over the fact that Magnus was going to let Alec walk away and that it was obvious from his reaction that this has happened to him before so he just resigned himself to it but then Alec stays he comes back and Magnus looks so relieved and happy when he say "I'm all for effort" I'm crying

I mean when you look at it, Anon, it is 1x12 all over again. Magnus lay his feelings in front of Alec at the scene in his loft, but Alec told him to back off. And I am sure Magnus would have just done that if not Ragnor’s death “happened” and ghost!Ragnor told him like “Someday, someone will come along who will tear down these walls you’ve built around your heart…” which made Magnus realize, maybe I should give this one more chance so that’s why he went to Alec’s wedding. Because he knew there was something between him and Alec, something he couldn’t just simply let get away.

But even after Magnus made that decision and put his heart on the line, he could’ve never been sure if Alec wouldn’t just stomp on it. When you look closely at the scene you can see that even after Alec chooses himself and walks down the aisle towards Magnus, Magnus is still unsure if this really happens. If this is true. I think it finally dawns on him when Alec kisses him in front of everyone.

Same with 2x06 now. They hadn’t had time for each other. They always had to postpone their date. And when they finally went on that date it was all kinda awkward after the story of Magnus’ 17000 exes. So on the way home Magnus probably already braced himself that this thing with Alec and him might maybe lead to nowhere—because it seemed that Alec couldn’t handle it.

I mean Magnus was kinda struggling to maybe hold Alec back when Alec was leaving but he didn’t make a move. Accepting that this was the end before it even begun. So when Alec came back, you can see the surprise on Magnus’ face. And again, it takes Alec to kiss Magnus to make him fully understand that Alec chose Magnus. And this time, it really was all about him. Alec chose the man he had feelings for. And everything else just didn’t matter. And the realization when this sank into Magnus after their kiss, like Alec and him actually starting to be in a relationship now….so pure. All those raw emotions. It was simply perfect!

anonymous asked:

Oh my God Ash I feel like a bad follower of you now because I didn't know you got to meet Danai!! I just read it in your latest ask... How could I miss this?? You've probably talked about this a lot but can you just tell me how it was to meet her?? Just... was she really cute and sweet, was she?? I've read like millions of people's experiences about that and ALL OF THEM were totally enthusiastic about Danai. I'm just so jealous but in a good way... I love her so much I want to cry!!

Aww, haha! Yeah, I’ve talked about it a couple of times, but no worries, I’m sure it was easy to miss with everything else going on around here. My meeting Danai was basically a collection of a few short exchanges, but they were lovely, and she was absolutely the cutest and sweetest and made me somehow love her more than I already did. 🤗

So at WSC last year, at her panel, I asked her whether she thinks Michonne has told Rick about Andre at this point. (She thought yes.) So after the panel, we went to go take pictures with her, and as soon as we walked into the little photo area, she’s like, “Hayyy gurl.” And as my friend was putting down her stuff, Danai and I spoke really briefly and I told her how much I loved her and she thanked me for my question about Andre, and joked that I tried to catch her off guard and that made me really happy, idk. So we took our picture and headed on out. I think it was probably all of a minute, because photo ops move really quickly.

So then we went to pick up our picture, and the staff noticed that my friend blinked, so they sent us back to the line to take another. Danai saw us approaching and was like, “You’re back! Okay!” She was just so cheerful and sunny and I never wanted to leave her. Thankfully, my friend’s eyes get really tiny when she smiles, so she looked like she was blinking in the second picture too, and we got to go back one more time. Everybody in the booth was like, “AGAIN?” Danai was like, “Okay, what is going on? Who keeps messing it up?” And I was very quick to point out my friend because I will not have my queen thinking I don’t know how to take a picture. So as we start to pose, she jokes, “Well all right, y’all should just hang out with me all day.” And I’m like, “Sis, yes. Please. PLEASE.” And we laughed about my friend’s awful picture-taking skills (she’s actually very good at taking pictures, so this was just fate intervening I’m pretty sure), and the photographer actually showed us the final photo on her camera to make sure everyone was good with it. And that was basically it.

Also, the next day, we had a picture with the cast, and I was so busy embarrassing myself with Andy, I didn’t really realize Danai was there until I was standing next to Norman. But she remembered us and said hi and asked if we were having fun and I thanked her for coming back (she wasn’t scheduled to be there, but came back for the cast picture). So nothing all that interesting, but she made my weekend and I totally see why everyone in the cast is in love with her. Because bitch, me too. 😩

I’m hoping she can come back this year so I can get her autograph and have an uninterrupted couple of minutes with her, but if that’s all I ever get, I’m totally okay with that. ☺