i should be asleep but i'm posting this now and no one will stop me

Concept: Mickey and Emil have been friends basically since they both began skating. They’re really close, and when I say close I mean HELLA. Sleepovers, friendship bracelet exchange when they were 12 (Emil still wears his outside of skating, and while Mickey will never admit it he still keeps his in his wallet of all places), the whole deal. Sara is also part of their friend group, but she’s definitely not as close to Emil as Mickey is.

And then puberty hits and Mickey suddenly becomes very aware of Emil and his closeness to Sara. In reality, nothing’s really changed, but he’s begun to get a weird tight feeling in his chest whenever he sees Emil smiling and laughing with Sara. He begins to be a lot more protective over Sara because that’s what it’s gotta be, right? Sara is getting prettier each year, and as her big brother he has a responsibility to keep men from taking advantage of her. Even if it’s Emil, who he’s known for years. Anyways, there’s nothing else this feeling can be, right? Right. Nothing more than protectiveness.

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anonymous asked:

I challenge you to a drabble of a Reylo lovechild asking mommy and daddy how they met please and thanks

And so Coupdedoop discovered then, that she had no idea how to write a three year old. For she herself, has hardly ever interacted with one. Hope you like this Nonny! It was done pretty quickly but almost too quickly… so I’m hoping it’s alright!


“And so, Cinderella and the Prince were married, and lived happily ever after. The, End.“

“Mama! Read it again!” Rey smiled and hugged the small bouncing child tight.

“Padmé that’s the second time we’ve read you that story! How about you pick another?”

Padmé pouted and shook her head, dark curls bouncing into a mess that Rey would have to brush out before Padmé fell asleep.

“But Mama, it’s my best! I want my princess story!”

Kylo laughed from behind the two-leaning in the doorway.

“Then how about a story about your mother?” Padmé stared at her mother with wide hazel eyes-mouth hanging open in shock.

“Mama? Mama’s a princess?”

Rey rolled her eyes and smirked at Kylo.

“No. Mamas not a princess, my lovely.”

“You’re absolutely right!” Kylo strode over to the bed, sitting down at the end, trying not to take up too much space on the child’s bed. “She’s a queen now. After all, she married a prince didn’t she?”

Rey snorted, giggling slightly at Kylo’s corny expression.

“Prince! Oh, that’s funny.”

Padmé lightly tugged on Rey’s shirt, demanding her full attention.

“Mama! Mama?”

Rey smiled lovingly at her daughter.

“Yes, dearest?”

“How did you and Papa meet?”

Rey raised a brow, and smirked, turning over to look at her husband, who twiddled his thumbs innocently.

“Ask Papa.”

Kylo shot a put-off look at Rey, and sighed, putting on an exaggerated dreamy smile and reaching over to push hair from Rey’s face.

“You see, Padmé, it was fate. I had been having dreams about Mama for a very long time before we met. I knew that we were meant to be together. So one day, Papa went to go find his lovely princess.”

Rey rolled her eyes, sitting back with Padmé who eagerly sat at attention, drinking in her father’s every word.

“I searched high and low for her, but to no avail.”

Padmé wilted slightly, lip trembling.

“Until,”

She instantly brightened up, eager once again and shaking with excitement. Rey couldn’t hold back her grin, watching Padmé bounce with joy.

“I found her. On a beautiful green planet by a large stone castle.”

Padmé gasped and looked at Rey in shock.

“Mama IS a princess!”

Rey shook her head.

“It was Maz’s castle, sweetie. Mama’s not a princess.”

Padmé didn’t seem at all discouraged by this however. In fact she seemed to ignore it in its entirety in favour of believing her mother was true royalty.

“Papa! What happened next?” She demanded, reaching out for her father.

Kylo instantly reached back, taking Padmé into his arms and holding her up above him as he flopped back onto the bed.

“One of Papa’s soldiers told Papa where the princess was, and I went to go find her in the forest. Silly thing was running away, can you believe that, pumpkin?”

Padmé giggled and waved her arms about, enjoying the airtime her father provided.

“Mama ran away? Like Cinderella!”

“Yes! Just like Cinderella!”

Rey groaned, crawling down the bed a bit to sit beside her husband, who looked up at her with a ridiculous grin.

Rey didn’t really have the heart to tell Padmé that she was running from a warlord. Not a prince. That would be a story for another day.

“Finally, I caught up to the princess, and do you know what she did?”

Padmé shook her head, but was clearly enraptured and desperate to find out.

“What? What did Mama do?”

“She shot at me!”

Padmé’s face dropped, and she turned to glare at Rey.

“Mama?!”

Rey froze, not at all expecting the story to take this turn.

“Oh- uh-”

“Papa was forced to defend himself! And fight his precious princess!” Kylo moaned on, in an over the top voice designed to entertain.

“Mama, why?! Papa must have been so sad!” Kylo sat up, placing Padmé into his lap and nodding solemnly. Expression grave as stone he was about to be buried under should he not shut the hell up.

“I was very sad Padmé. And it didn’t stop there!”

“If papa wants to live it probably should.” Rey hissed.

Padmé shot a dark look at Rey- looking far too much like a younger version of herself.

“Mama should apologise to Papa!”

Rey stared at Padmé, quiet as a mouse. She couldn’t quite comprehend what just happened. Truly she didn’t expect this story to take such a turn. She glared at Kylo.

“I’m sorry Papa.”

Kylo bit back a grin, and nodded.

“Thank you Mama, I appreciate that.” He leaned in to give Rey a kiss, and she turned, lips to his ear.

“You’re the one who will be sorry later.”

HEYY LOVELY PEOPLE!! So I got to 600 followers overnight (it. was. rad) and I’ve been thinking about doing a follow forever for a while, so I’m doing one bc ily!!💕💕💕

I was going to do a regular boring follow forever, but earlier today Liz posted one (kinda) and I decided to steal her idea (don’t worry, she’s cool with it, I think) so lets begin…

@siriusblsck, ILY SO MUCH!! and you were probably one of my first followers lmao, and I love talking to you and every time I get a snap I’m hoping it’s from you, and sometimes it is, bc we do talk a lot, but sometimes it isn’t and it’s kind of a bummer bc I just wanna talk to you forever bc ily (did I already mention that ily enough? no? oh well…), you are definitely one of my bffs, if not my bestestest friend (yes I made up a word for you bc you’re awesome) also we like pretty much the same stuff, and you’ve come here and literally stood like 10 steps from my grandma’s house (STILL. FREAKED. OUT. ABOUT. THAT.) and we’re like the same person only different bc we have so much stuff in common!! (the 5 siblings thing still freaks me out too tbh) so yeah, you are awesome and ily and idk what my life would’ve been (would be) if we hadn’t talked about bridges that one time (past Ana is a life saver!!)

@fjrebolt AGHNBDKHJE ILY SO MUCH NAT!! you are like perfection in a little cute person, also you’re super funny and I wanna play cards against humanity with you again!! and everything you make is awesome and you like me (lmao I’m so lame) and I honestly don’t know what to say about you bc you’re just awesome!! OMG!! I LOVE YOUR VOICE!! (I know you hate that I’m so obsessive about this, but I want your accent bc it’s so adorable!!! XD) you make me want to just go where you are and just like, be with you, and maybe do nothing and just be… 

@foreverjily ok, ily and you’re like as random as I am and it sucks that time zones exist bc I wanna talk to you forever but when I get back from school its really late there and when its not I’m either at school or asleep!! + we always talk about random shit and I love it, we literally just had an honest conversation about the weather, the fucking weather!! I honestly think today’s conversation is the longest we’ve had, and thats sad bc I WANT TO TALK TO YOU MOOOORE!!! also I love how whenever we talk we end up talking about something completely different than what we started with (thanks again past Ana for talking to someone about bridges BRIDGES. ARE. COOL.)

@dailyprophet HANNAH!! when I first started my blog you were my idol (not that you aren’t now tbh), your blog is just perfection (just like you) and you gave me great advice to make mine better and ily!! also you are super cute and fun and just perfect!! 

@alrightevains SELEN!! ily and i love that we ship the same ships and I hate that you don’t have a cat even though you really want one!! idk, I just really like talking to you, you are awesome and ily

ok, I think I’ll stop writing about people bc it’s getting a bit repetitive, but here goes everyone else I follow, mutuals are in italics and mutuals I love the most but didn’t write above (even the once I did too lol) bc I didn’t want everything to be too repetitive are bolded

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@acciosirius@aeryastark@aliciavspinnet @alydae @angelinajohnson @asktheboywholived @captofthesswolfstar @cedricdiggory @cho-chang @dailyprophet @delacor@dementvr @dracomalfoyl @drary @dumbleshook

e-h

@episkcyy @expelumos @fjrebolt @fleurdelaccvr @fleurdelacovr @foreverjily @ginnys @glnnyweaslcy @gxnnyweasley @hagridsrubeus @hcgwarts@hclenaravenclaw@herrmione@hjppogriff@hosgmeade@howlingremus

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@jamespottersbutt @jamespottrr @jamespottuh @jesperfaehey @jilylicious @jilys @kingscross @littlescamandcr @lockhart-imagines @lordstark @lovely-remus @lumosinlove @lumox @lunalocegood

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@maisiewilliaims @marcusflintwood @merlinssbeard @missprongs @mollyprewett @mxrcusflint @narcissxblack @narcsisa @nargles @newtonartemiscamandcr @ofjamesandlily @oliverswood @opuggno @padampatil @parqinson @pcctters @pctter @percivalsgravess @pickettboetruckle @potthr @praisemalfoy @puveblood

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@quidditchplayer @ravnclaws @regulusblqck @regulusblxack @rgulusblxck @ri-ddikulus @rubeushagriid @rvenaravenclaw @rvnclawss @scamander-the-salamander @scamandernevt @scvrhead @shriekingshxck @siriusblsck @siriuslestrange @slytherin-pansexual-pride @snapslikethis @softeremus @space-marauder @tardisly @theboyswithasparebitofparchment @tonksnymphdora @vernondursley @weascleys @weosley@xxdrxco-mxlfoyxx

ILY ALL SM!! AND I WANT TO MAKE ALL THE ITALICED PEOPLE BOLDED PEOPLE!! CAN WE PLEASE DO THIS?!! JUST TALK TO ME!! I’M SUPER AWKWARD AND THE WORST AT TALKING TO PEOPLE, BUT I’M ALSO REALLY EASY TO TALK TO LMAO

if I missed someone please let me know!!

also if you think I should do something else to celebrate 600 besides this just send it to me on anon or smth

Blessing in Disguise (part 3)

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Summary: You and Misha individuality pine over the other; assuming they would never feel the same way.

Warnings: RPF AU, language, smut (male masturbation, mentions of oral sex and fingering)

A/N: This is an RPF AU, so we can assume Vicki is happy somewhere else. Constructive feedback is always appreciated. If you’d like to be added to my master tag list, send me an ask or DM.

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“You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” Misha groaned against the soft skin of your neck. “I can’t believe I get to honor of being the first to have you like this.”

Your nervous giggle turned into a breathy moan as his hand dipped into your panties. “Misha…”

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study-dream  asked:

hi edye! just a small question, i saw a studyblr quote post thing today and it was "i dont stop when i'm tired, i stop when i'm done". i'm just wondering if you would consider this a good way to be or do you disagree and if you have any advice i'd be grateful, thanks x

This is a great question! Okay *takes deep breath* the short answer is by and large, NO, I think it’s actually a really unhealthy mentality and it’s one of the things that’s most distressing to me about students’ mentalities today.

Let’s discuss the argument FOR this being a healthy mentality. If you are a student who struggles with procrastination, and you define “tired” as “lazy/not wanting to deal/wanting to procrastinate” then yes, sometimes it’s important to push past the part of you that’s “tired” and finish the job. And inevitably, we are ALL going to have to pull an all-nighter. For example, once I hit finals week, I was up til 3 am for three nights in a row (0/10 would recommend! I made poor choices), finishing my stats project. In that case, yes, I had to stop when I was done and not when I was tired or else I would have completely screwed myself over even more.

Now let’s discuss my primary argument AGAINST this being a healthy mentality. I went on a rant to my dad about this and I was like, “oh, so don’t stop when you’re tired, stop when you’re done, and having a mental breakdown and depressed and sleep deprived and experiencing panic attacks and developing low self esteem and judging yourself by your grades and unhealthy?”

THIS IS WHY so many students hit high school and fall to pieces. Because they feel that they MUST continually push themselves past “tiredness” (aka your body and mind TELLING you that you need a break so you can function) just because they can’t stop until they’re done.

Let me make some points:
1. If you are struggling with a class and this is the only way you can achieve work, you gotta talk to the teacher or a counselor about more efficient study skills or consider switching to another class. You should not be having to push yourself to exhaustion over one course.
2. If anything, we underestimate our body’s communication signals, particularly under stress. So if you realize you’re tired, YOU ARE TIRED. You are mentally burned out, so you aren’t even going to be able to produce your best work, and you are PHYSICALLY burned out too. You’ll get sick more easily, you’ll feel like shit, and it’ll be a total mess.
3. If you need something done, it’s MUCH healthier to LISTEN to your body and take a nap or go to bed early, and wake up early to finish what needs to be finished.
4. PRIORITIZE. My friend wrote down the percentage grade breakdown for each class, and hung it above his desk, so whenever he was running short on time or sleep, he could prioritize and invest the most energy into work that was worth a higher percentage of his grade. Triage, my friends. If you must compromise, then do what’s the most important, and go to sleep.

This mentality creates students who are stressed out, constantly pressuring themselves, always feeling two steps behind, and frankly reaching a point of abusing their own minds and bodies.

90% of the time, STOP when you are tired. Be GOOD to yourself. You wouldn’t stand behind a friend who’s falling asleep or crying over homework, cracking a whip and chanting “don’t stop when you’re tired, stop when you’re done!!!!” SO FOR GOD’S SAKE DON’T DO THAT TO YOURSELF.

You are nothing without your mental and physical health. NOTHING. If you jeopardize your health because you’re trying to follow some stupid mentality to be a Good Student and Get Work Done, it’s eventually going to catch up to you.

If you find this quote inspiring and by following this “rule” you end up working harder, producing better work, and feeling BETTER about yourself and your health, great. But if this quote makes you feel like when you’re wavering on hour three of studying, when you’ve gotten 5 hours of sleep and you’re sick, when you don’t have the energy to leave the house, when you think you’re worthless because you got a B, you should STILL KEEP GOING, then that is frankly horrible.

I do not believe that this is good advice. I think everything should be in moderation, and that the study skills that should be advocated are “I don’t stop when I’m DISCOURAGED, I stop when I’m pleased with my work / I’ve finished / I’m successful / I’m proud or confident” where it focuses on emotion and self efficacy. Essentially swapping out health and achievement like that is destructive, inappropriate, and potentially detrimental to the young impressionable students out there trying to develop good study habits.

Happy Valentine’s Day! (part 1)

A/N: THIS IS SO LAST MINUTE. And it’s incomplete. I’m sorry. But it will be completed hopefully tomorrow! Alright, I’ll stop now :)

Nico sat alone at the Hades table for dinner in the Pavilion. Usually Will sat with him or he went to the Apollo table, but Will was working at the infirmary tonight. As Nico picked at his food, his mind drifted from thought to thought, eventually drifting to how much he missed the son of Apollo.

Wait, Nico suddenly jerked, I miss him?

Oh, right, well I guess that does come with dating someone. Nico still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He was dating Will Solace, child of the sun god. Him, the son of Hades – the creepy, weird, dark Prince of the Underworld was dating the happy, peppy son of Apollo. It sounded strange, but seeing them together, actually looking at them, they couldn’t look any more perfect. It was a recent development, though they had been inseparable since the war and Nico’s mandated 3 days in the infirmary. They basically flirted with each other and were a giant blushing mess until Piper had a serious talk with Nico while Jason and Percy teased and pushed Will to ask Nico out. Eventually it happened after lots of blushing and flustered stuttering, but the moment his friends burst into applause and cheers, Nico grabbed Will’s hand and shadow-traveled them both out of there.

A small smile tugged at Nico’s lips as he remembered how angry Will had been after that, and then how he ended up falling asleep next to Nico in his cabin.

“NICO!”

The shout ripped Nico from his memories back to the present. Jason and Percy slid into the seats across from Nico and he, out of habit, scowled at them, asking, “What do you idiots want?”

“Is that any way to speak to your big bros? Tsk, tsk, Nico, have more respect.” Percy’s shit-eating grin earned Nico’s Death Glare™.

“Shut up, Perce. Anyway, we came to ask what you’re doing tomorrow? What are your plans for you and Will?” Jason looked genuinely interested in this, though Nico had no idea why.

Nico rolled his eyes, “Why would I have plans? And why would I tell you?”

Jason and Percy glanced worriedly at each other, then turned back and said, “Um, Neeks. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. You know, day of love, typically celebrated with your significant other?”

Nico blinked at them. Then it registered. Oh. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Only three thoughts were coming to mind as his panic rose. I have a boyfriend. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Oh shit.

His eyes widened and he nearly began hyperventilating as he said, “Oh shit that’s a thing crap what do I do??? I’ve never done this before! Does Will know? Oh of course he knows, what am I saying SHIT what do I do, I have no plans, no experience, SH—”

“Hey calm down!” Jason reached across and put his hands on Nico’s shoulders to settle him back in his seat, as he was nearly jumping out of it. “Don’t worry bro, we got you. We can help you plan something.”

“Why didn’t you guys tell me earlier?!”

“Um, well, guess we didn’t think about it,” Percy smiled sheepishly.

“Ugh, what are you guys doing?”

“Well,” Jason started, “Pipes and I are going to hang out all day. I’m taking her out to chill in the city and do whatever she wants to. For dinner, I’m taking her somewhere fancy. Then later I thought about flying her up on the roof of the Big House to stargaze.”

“Annabeth and I are going to the city too. I want her to see all the cool architecture stuff that she can never get enough of. And also so we can feel normal, you know? Later we’ll go to the beach for a walk, maybe go in the ocean since I can keep us dry, and just, you know, be a couple.” Percy said this like it was obvious that Nico knew how to “be a couple”.

“Ugh, guys I don’t know how to be couply and romantic! Give me an idea!” Nico exclaimed exasperatedly.

“Okay,” Jason said, “well it’s your guys’ first Valentine’s day together. You’ve got to show him how much you like him and care about him. Make it a big deal.”

Percy smirked like he did when he had a crazy plan. “Like with fireworks! Or some big huge explosion or surprise that showers hearts and rainbows everywhere. I think Will would like a big surprise.”

“Um, that’s seems excessive? I don’t know about that.” Normally, Nico would think Percy’s a big idiot, but he really had no idea what was expected of him. Should it be big? Small? Fancy?

“Maybe you should ask Piper. She’ll know what you should do,” Jason suggested.

Nico jumped from his seat and, without a word to his “bros”, marched straight to the Aphrodite table. Piper looked up as he approached, glanced behind him at Jason, and got up to meet Nico and pull him to the side.

“You need help with Valentine’s day plans for Will?” Of course, she knew.

“Please,” was all Nico could say.

For the rest of the night, Nico sat with Piper, planning out what he would do, things he needed, every detail. He had to make it perfect for Will.

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chibilenalee25  asked:

Hello, now that you have received a request for a message, I asked the last time if I wanted a follow-up to Dave's fic and if I want it: D is great and I leave a lot of questions about what Dave is going to do, (I have no idea if I had already I send the same message I'm sorry if I already did, I'm kind of forgetful and I do not remember)

Of course I can! No you haven’t asked for this yet, I hope you enjoy this! I’ve been hoping for a continuation request lol.

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/158165077827/hey-there-i-love-love-your-work-of-tomco-fanfic


“You know he doesn’t love you.” Tom stopped short when he heard the voice behind him. “You know that a human could never, ever, care about something like us, like YOU.” Tom turned around and narrowed his eyes at Dave.

“Why do you keep trying to convince me of this?” Tom asked.

“I don’t need to convince you of anything. Because you know it’s true. You know you’re unlovable, you know you are a mistake, in your family’s eyes, so why should Marco be any different?” Dave asked. Tom clenched his fist and looked away, trying not to rage at the older demon.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tom hissed. “You don’t know anything about Marco.” He continued, his eyes were beginning to light up.

“No, but you do.” Dave smirked. “If you truly believed I was wrong, you wouldn’t be so angry right now, you ‘d just go on your way. But you believe that Marco doesn’t love you. That’s why hearing me say it cuts you so deep.” He explained. Tom’s eyes lit up totally and he made a fist with fire surrounded by them.

He was about to rage, attack, do SOMETHING, but he didn’t. Tom just growled at this older cousin and turned away, leaving.

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Marco opened the door to the front door and let out a gasp when Tom tackled him in a hug. “Tom! What’s gotten into you?” Marco giggled, but stopped when he saw Tom was in tears. Marco wrapped Tom up in a hug and held him close. “Tommy, are you okay?” Marco asked. Tom sniffled and pulled Marco closer.

“Please tell me you love me, please just say it?” Tom sobbed. Marco gasped and held his demon close.

“Oh Tommy, you know I adore you.” He promised. “I love you more than anything.” He assured, covering him in kisses. Tom sniffled and wiped away more tears. “Was your family telling you those awful things again?” Marco asked, beginning to look angry. Tom nodded and marco wrapped him up securely. “What were they saying?” Marco asked.

“He said you don’t love me and…” Tom broke off in tears and Marco held him close, rubbing his back.

“There, there, it’s okay.” Marco hushed. He looked at his demon and sighed. “You look so tired. My poor demon, come here you need some rest.” Marco told him. He sat on the couch and patted the spot next to him. Tom smiled and put his head down on Marco’s lap, closing his eyes. Marco stroked his hair and covered him in kisses. “I love you, Tom.”

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Tom stayed curled up on the couch with his head resting on Marco’s lap for near an hour, fast asleep. Marco brushed Tom’s hair aside and looked down at him lovingly. He didn’t stop the soothing motion when he heard a noise. Marco didn’t look up, he didn’t have to, he knew who was there. “Get out.” Marco still had a calm tone.

“Again, Marco. Not the welcoming type, are you?” Dave asked. Marco narrowed his eyes.

“Oh I’m very welcoming, to those I actually care about.” he seethed, but then went back to petting his demon’s head. “Dave, I am warning you, if you wake up my prince I am going to kill you.” Marco said in an eerily calm voice.

“Oh I wouldn’t dream of it.” Dave smirked and put his arms up defensively. “I’m not here to start a fight, just talk, make an offer actually.” Dave corrected himself.

“You’re offering to leave my home and never harm my Tommy again? I accept, thank you, you may leave.” Marco dismissed Dave and the demon narrowed his eyes.

“No, Marco. I want to make you a different offer.” He explained. “To be a highly honored person in the underworld kingdom, more so than any common prince.” He grinned, and Marco stopped, confused. “You know as well as I do that Tom has something I want, he’s the heir. And he very well shouldn’t be. Which is why I’ve been working so hard at… chipping him down, trying to get him to fall before he reaches the top, so I can beat him there.” Dave explained.

“You’re disgusting.” Marco spat, he felt Tom’s hair and made sure he remained asleep during this. “You work hard on harming and abusing your little cousin to the point of breaking, just so you can be the heir.” Marco recapped.

“Marco, life is a business, and you have to make wise choices to succeed.” He told him. “And my offer is for you to achieve the highly honored position, the queen of the underworld, in return for one small favor.” Dave grinned. “You will be loved! Adored, and everything you could ever want will be handed to you. You’ll royalty, but without any of those dull and annoying responsibilities.” Dave tempted.

“And what horrible thing do you want for me to do to get that?” Marco asked, not willing already. He didn’t need to hear.

“It’s become a chore to break Tom, especially with you building him back up each time.” Dave explained. “So if you could help me out that would be great.”

“Help you out?” Marco asked. Dave rolled his eyes.

“Leave him! Tell him what I know is true, you don’t love him! How could you? When you could have anyone better?” Dave asked. “You are his one last supporting beam. The only thing he loves and relies on. If you leave him he’ll crumble, he’ll fall and then his father will see how weak he really is!” Dave explained. “Then the heir will become me, and you, my dear sweet Marco, I will make my queen.” Dave offered.

Marco held still for a very long time and draped his arm over Tom, who was still sleeping on his lap. “I thought I made this very clear last time you tried to win me over and get me to break Tom’s heart.” Marco spoke. “And you are very lucky that my little love-bug is asleep on my lap right now, because if he weren’t, I would get up and tear you apart.” Marco threatened.

“You could have anything you wanted as my queen!” Dave reminded. “Anything! The perfect life! Why throw that away for him?” He asked. Marco seethed at the demon.

“My life would be nowhere near perfect without Tom. And you know that. And that drives you crazy.” Marco hissed. “I don’t want anything except him, and him to be happy.” Marco admitted, holding the sleeping demon a little closer. “Now please, go, because I already told you what I would do to you if you woke up Tom.” Marco reminded. “He’s tired from everything you put him through, now please go, and just let him get some rest.” Marco demanded.

“Humans never learn. Never.” Dave gritted his teeth. “I made you an offer before, I make you an offer now, and both times you said ‘no’ to accommodate… HIM!” He shouted. Tom stirred and Marco scratched his ears to get him to relax again. A death-stare from Marco was all he needed to back away, afraid.

“You better leave, because Tom won’t be asleep forever, and once he wakes up I’ll be able to get up and attack you.” Marco threatened. “Get out of here, I’m a red belt.”

A sneak-peak of the Solangelo Pirate!AU I’m writing! I received an ask eons ago requesting a pirate!au and I’m finally starting to make good on it…


“So, you’re finally awake.” Nico walked down the ship’s steps, a lit lantern swaying in his hands, illuminating the face of a blond man in a holding cell. “You were asleep for quite some time.”

The man scoffed, resting easily against the wall. “I don’t think it’s called sleeping when someone hits you over the head with the butt of their sword.”

“You’ve got quite a mouth for someone trapped behind bars, on a pirate ship no less.” Nico hung the light on a hook, resting his hand casually on his sword. He thought it a subtle display of intimidation.

“You won’t hurt me.” The man said confidently, pulling his legs up to settle his arms on. An annoyingly sure smile split his face as he stared Nico down, the tilt of his head almost playful. This guy clearly didn’t deal with pirates often and his parents did a piss-poor job of telling him to mind his manners on someone else’s boat.

“You don’t know what I’ll do. You’re just a stowaway; you don’t know anything about the habits of pirates.” Nico warned; thumb rubbing the hilt of his sword.

“Well, I don’t think it’s commonplace for pirates to keep stowaways instead of throwing them overboard, so you must be one terrible pirate.”

“Having morals doesn’t mean I’m bad at what I do.” Nico defended, his voice almost slipping into something more hostile, like it tended to do when he perceived a challenge in someone’s words.

“I’m pretty sure being immoral is part of the job description there, Captain.”

Nico chuckled dryly, “As fun as it is seeing you try to throw me off kilter, it’s not why I came down here.”

“Please,” the man said, opening his arms, “enlighten me.”

Nico rolled his eyes. The man in his cell clearly had an abundance of sarcasm that he’d been waiting however long he’d been stowed away to release, but there wasn’t anything actually biting in his tone. In fact, the smile on his face was becoming quite aggravating.

“Why were you on my ship?” Nico asked, never removing his eyes from the prisoner.

The blond shrugged, almost nonchalantly, as if he were having tea with a friend and was asked an unimportant question that he didn’t care much to answer. “Your ship was docked. I was there. What can I say, it was fate.”

Nico settled him with a withering glare.

“I wanted to get off that chunk of land, okay? I hopped on the first ship I could find, which just so happened to be yours.” The first signs of irritation were finally surfacing on his face. Nico probably shouldn’t have enjoyed that as much as he did.

“You’ve got to be some kind of fool to stowaway on a pirate ship.” Nico leaned against the wall just outside the cell bars.

“Considering I’m not dead, I’d say I picked the right one.” The man stood, walking up to the bars at a stroll, almost leisurely. “I’ve gotta say that I think your ship’s name isn’t very original, but I’ll cut you some slack since it’s a family name, Di Angelo.”

“Sorry my creativity didn’t meet your standards.” Nico deadpanned. There was a moment of silence before anyone spoke.

“Who’s Maria? If you don’t mind my asking.”  The prisoner looked hesitant for the first time since the beginning of their conversation, his fingers picking at the old metal of the cell.

“Weeks on this ship and you couldn’t figure that out? For all your cockiness, you’re not very perceptive.” Nico avoided the question. Why would he tell this complete stranger the origin of Maria Di Angelo? But then again, if Nico didn’t want inquiries on the matter, he probably shouldn’t have named his ship that.

“It’s not a very popular subject among your crew.”

“It’s not a popular subject now either.” Nico said, pushing off the wall, grabbing the lantern. “Before I go upstairs, tell me your name.”

The man smirked, crossing his arms. “Why do you want to know? Plan on keeping me?”

Nico resisted the urge to splutter, straightening his back instead, making a step for the stairs. “While I do enjoy referring to you as Bubble Butt to the crew, I think it’d be more professional for me to learn your real name.”

Even in the darkened room Nico could make out the blush creeping over the blond’s face.

“It’s Will.” The man answered, a new pitch to his voice.

“Well, Will,” Nico said, halfway up the stairs, “you’re getting off at the next stop. Maybe you should find a better hiding spot next time.”


So, this is the first scene. I’ve written about 7.5k  so far but I still have quite a bit to go…I have no idea how long this is going to end up being but for now I’ll hazard a guess at around 14k? Eh, we’ll see I guess. Anway, I hope you enjoyed this little peak!

fibro!tsuna's first-world problems
  • tsuna: should i be in bed?
  • reborn: no
  • tsuna: am i?
  • reborn: it's noon and you haven't even left it
  • tsuna: can't hear you from my warm comfy bed
  • ...
  • tsuna: should i be in bed?
  • reborn: YES
  • tsuna: am i??
  • reborn: don't you love sleeping??
  • tsuna: i do when it doesn't feel like i'm laying on a bed of needles
  • reborn: i don't understand your body
  • tsuna: you think i do??
  • ...
  • tsuna: man, melanin is so good for helping me sleep sometimes
  • reborn: mela-what now exCUSE me young man
  • tsuna: ..melatonin. MELATONIN.
  • reborn:
  • tsuna: reborn i aM NOT DRINKING PIGMENTS
  • tsuna: PIGMENTS ARE BAD I WOULD NOT DRINK THEM
  • reborn: the fact that you even know the meaning of that word distresses me
  • tsuna: you are SO RUDE
  • ...
  • reborn: *inspecting his cup to make sure there's no PIGMENTS in it*
  • tsuna: dad, pls, i brainfogged. honest to god.
  • reborn: you were fine two seconds before
  • tsuna: sudden onset! oh no
  • tsuna: what were we talking about? orange juice?
  • tsuna: where did lambo go? someone should find him before he drinks all the bread
  • ...
  • reborn, five minutes later: did you call me DAD?
  • tsuna, still trying to pretend to be brainfogged: .....smad. a word that means both mad and sad.
  • reborn: i
  • reborn: i asked you that question three days ago and you're just NOW answering it?
  • tsuna: my brain is on dial-up, it doesn't work if YOU'RE using it too
  • reborn: how does that even
  • reborn: stop avoiding the question
  • tsuna: *already asleep*
  • reborn: $*%@^#$*
  • ...
  • reborn: why are you still sleeping
  • tsuna: i reside eternally on the dark side of the globe.
  • reborn: ...what
  • tsuna: it's always bedtime somewhere in the world, therefore i will sleep whenever i want.
  • reborn: why are you like this
  • tsuna: *sleepy growling noises*
  • reborn: you sound like a teddy bear
  • tsuna: you ARE a teddy bear
  • tsuna:
  • tsuna: *pops head out from under blankets to peer at reborn hopefully*
  • reborn: ...don't you even think about it
  • ...
  • reborn: maman, i have an idea for a gift to get tsunayoshi
  • nana: no? how sweet of you, reborn! what is it? do you need help getting it?
  • reborn: it's a teddy bear outfit.
  • nana:
  • reborn: he growls like a teddy bear
  • nana: you're very correct in that assessment. i'll have to get one for him right away.
  • ...
  • reborn: ....maman
  • reborn: why did you get two of them
  • reborn: in two different sizes
  • nana: why, so the two of you can match, of course!
  • tsuna: *wanders around the house wearing a teddy bear onesie*
  • reborn, also wearing a smol teddy bear onesie: i didn't account for this.
  • ...
  • tsuna: is it possible to have multiple headaches at the same time?
  • reborn: ...i'm going to have to say no.
  • reborn: you're better off applying unit measurements to the cause of your headaches.
  • reborn: like lambo.
  • tsuna: reborn, you can't call lambo a headache.
  • lambo: *crashing around downstairs, laughing like a 5 year old on candy.*
  • tsuna: lambo is three headaches.
  • tsuna: and he needs to Stop.
  • ...
  • tsuna, on a stroll through downtown with kyouko and lambo: where did lambo go? why does he keep running off? he knows i can't chase after him.... he's such a child.
  • kyouko: um, lambo is 5?? he is a child.
  • tsuna: ...right....... i never ran off this much when i was 5 though.
  • kyouko: you do seem like you would've been a very good and well-behaved child, tsuna.
  • tsuna: thanks, kyouko...... i think.
  • kyouko: why don't you get lambo one of those child harnesses? that way you don't have to run after him.
  • tsuna: i'd have to wear the other end of that harness though. or hold it. i can't even walk a dog, i wouldn't be able to walk a child.
  • kyouko: how do you keep track of him then?
  • tsuna: like this
  • tsuna: *rattles a jar full of candy*
  • lambo: *APPEARS*
  • kyouko: you should probably stop giving him candy so much..
  • tsuna: yeah.. but it works so well.........
All my love

Title: All my love 

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook/Park Jimin (Jikook/Kookmin)

Word count: 5,000

Genre: Stalker AU, romance

Rating: EXPLICIT

Warnings: Possessive and obsessive behaviour. Smut. Unhealthy relationship. Dark themes. Kidnapping.  

Author’s note: Some Stalker headcanons!! I’m sorry if this one isn’t as well written out and poetic as my previous Murder Husbands AU headcanons and I thought it was pretty good as it was!! Please enjoy!!!!! :D 

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It’s love at first sight when Jungkook meets Jimin at some obscure club one night. They bond over a few drinks, whilst Jimin is oblivious to the hungry stare that Jungkook drags over his body. He thinks it’s just lust for the moment, something he’s very accustomed to, but then Jimin tells him a little more about himself, and Jungkook is immediately enraptured. When they go home together in a drunken stupor, Jungkook does his best to memorise Jimin’s face. He does his best to remember the breathy introduction they make between kisses, and he’s adamant on not forgetting the next morning.

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Morning,  Darling!

Christian Yu x reader

Type: smut

Words count: 1234

Summary: Christian is on vacation with you (it’s for real, he’s really on holiday for two weeks, now he went home to Australia and I hope he’s spending happy and quality time with his mommy), after a long night you get a warm morning welcome from your precious boyfriend

Originally posted by woopyun

/used a 300yo gif because I’m not sure about posting his morning snaps…/

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starbluesketches  asked:

Omg I just read the last Dave fic. And I LOVE it can you please do more continuation. I'm having so many feels right now

Of course I can! I actually had a really good idea for this continuation. But I decided I’m not going to cram it all into one fic, So let me know if you want a continuation. I hope you enjoy! And anyone who can get the reference wins a hug! And later on, I’m basing this off of gravity falls episode! You’ll see in the later chapters!

Read the last one here! https://tomco-headcannons.tumblr.com/post/159426034267/hello-now-that-you-have-received-a-request-for-a


Tom smiled very big when he saw Marco sitting on his bed in his room. His Marco had come to visit him! Tom jumped and ran towards the human, but stopped a little short when Marco didn’t greet him with the normal hug and kiss. “Mar-Mar? Is everything okay?” Tom asked. Marco stood up and looked over at Tom who tilted his head.

“I don’t love you, I never really loved you.”

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Marco looked down at his phone curiously and hung up. “Tom hasn’t answered his phone… again.” He told Star. She shrugged and kept chewing on her wand.

“Maybe go stop by. He’s probably busy fighting with his stupid cousin.” Star complained. Marco sighed and nodded, pocketing his phone and waving goodbye to his friend. He took his scissors from off the table and cut open a portal, stepping into Tom’s room.

He was expecting something normal, like Tom was just busy, but that’s not what Marco got.

Tom was fast asleep on his bed, and standing over him was Dave. “What’s going on here?” Marco demanded. Dave grinned and held his arms out to give Marco a formal hug. But the human made a face and pushed him away. “What is happening here?” Marco asked again, advancing towards him.

“Tom is just resting after what you put him through. I expected more from you Marco.” Dave smirked and crossed his arms.

“What do you mean?” Marco asked. He ran over to shake Tom awake, but the demon didn’t even stir. Marco shook his harder and began to get worried. “What happened!? What is wrong with my Tommy!?” Marco demanded.

“Marco, you came in here and told the poor thing you didn’t love him. He was devastated.” Dave explained. Marco’s eyes widened with shock and confusion. He growled and grabbed Dave by the collar, pulling him forward.
“You better explained everything now!” Marco hissed.

“Have you ever heard of a puppet spell?” Dave asked. Marco raised an eyebrow. “My dear Marco, when a human falls asleep or let’s their vessel shutdown, a puppet spell allows me to use you however I see fit.” He grinned.

“Are you saying that when I was asleep, you made my body and voice tell Tom I don’t love him!?” Marco screamed. Dave smiled.

“Correct. You remember our talk, right? I needed his last supporting beam to fall, and you wouldn’t do it, so I did myself.” He explained.

“And why won’t he wake up?” Marco hissed.

“A sleep spell Marco, a sleep spell.” Dave explained. “Oh you should have seen how broken and torn my dear cousin was, I just HAD to help him.” Dave said with a fake tone of sympathy. “My poor cousin was dying of a broken heart, so I offered him a  way out. A sleep spell. It puts him in a sleep in which he can control his dreams, making them whatever life he wants. He’ll never wake up, but I really don’t know why he’d want to, what does he have to live for out here?” Dave asked. Marco raged.

“ME!” He yelled.

“Not as Tom knows, he thinks you don’t love him. So I offered him the spell, he went to sleep, and now he’s happy. Dreaming about you and a life you two can spend together.” Dave explained. “Meanwhile, he’s out of the picture, and I have a coronation to attend.” Dave grinned.

“You did this to Tom so YOU could become the heir!?” Marco demanded.

“Yes, why else would I do it?” Dave asked. He picked up his coat and swung it around himself. “You can take him if you want, I have no use for a sleeping demon. There’s no hope of him ever waking up, not while his dreams are as fantastical as he wishes to make them.” Dave explained. “Goodbye Marco, I hope never to see you again. You have school to attend, and I have a kingdom to run.” Dave spoke, and left the room.

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“Star! Star I need help!” Marco cried. He was holding Tom in his arms and Star shot up out of her seat.

“What happened!?” She cried.

“A sleep spell, Dave cast a sleep spell on Tom and I don’t know how to wake him up!” Marco was near tears. “He-he used a puppet spell to make me tell Tom I don’t love him! And then-then-” Star cut Marco off. She understood what happened. All she really needed to hear was that first part and sleep spell. It was clear Dave used it to get Tom out of the way, by breaking his heart. “How do I wake him up!?”

“We don’t.” Star said, with a face that made her seem nauseous. “We can’t. His dreams are =… his dream! Anything he wants he can have and in this case… he wants you. That was something taken away from him in the real world.” Star explained. “He’s not gonna want to wake up and even if he did… I have no idea if there is any possible way to reverse a spell this strong.” Star finished.

Tears pooled up in Marco’s eyes and he held onto Tom tightly. “Please! We have to find a way!” He sobbed. Star held still for a long moment before the hearts on her cheeks turned into lightbulbs and lit up.

“Wait! If we can’t reverse the spell, maybe we can convince Tom to wake up!” Star cried.

“How?” Marco asked, still holding Tom close. Star grabbed her wand and rooted through a chest of magical items. She pulled out two tiaras with purple gems on them. She put on on herself and then put one on Marco.

“We are going to go inside his dream! Talk to the Tom who is conscious in his head and tell him to wake up!” Star told him. “It’s like that movie you’re always croaking about.” She waved her hand and Marco cocked his head.

“You mean inception?” He asked. “That was a good movie!” He defended. Star shook her head.

“No it’s not, and neither is this fanfiction.” Star told him. She lit her wand up and the gems on the tiaras lit up. “Let’s go.” Star told Marco. And with s flash and glittery swirl, the two friends were inside Tom’s dream.

Satisfied

You’re already half asleep when you hear him enter the bedroom. He sits on his side of the bed, trying not to wake you up. But you get up and wrap him in your arms as he removes his socks. Surprised, he turns around and you pull him to you until the both of you lay back on the bed. 

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99 Prompts
  • + this was inspired highly on the lovely @sentence-fragments post “101 fluffy prompts” so, thank you <3
  • + these prompts are tailored to be written in the reader's point of view OR the character's point of view.
  • YOU AND I:
  • 001: "One day I'll sing you to sleep, and you'll wake up in love with me."
  • 002: "If only you knew who I am, maybe... maybe you'll love me like I love you."
  • 003: "We're just two poor kids, from a really rich city. Isn't that a pity?"
  • 004: "(You/I) come in, with mud on (your/my) face, holding a dozen roses. Shouldn't (I/you) be suspicious?"
  • 005: "Just please, please hold me so I won't fall apart."
  • 006: "You don't even know my name, and you're suddenly in love with me?"
  • 007: "I would appreciate it if you would stop taking my breath away whenever you walk by. I kinda need my breath."
  • 008: "You stupid, adorable idiot."
  • 009: "Can you help me with my homework? I figure since you're smart you know what you're doing."
  • 010: "You're fixing me in a way that no one else could."
  • 011: "Please don't leave me when I'm this weak. Please."
  • 012: "You're fluffy, like a pillow... or a well-written fanfic."
  • 013: "I'll make you know love again."
  • 014: "Aren't we passed 'hello'?"
  • 015: "Kiss me as if we'll never see each other again."
  • 016: "I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream."
  • 017: "You make me sane again."
  • 018: "Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you."
  • 019: "Stay with me. Please, if you'll leave me tomorrow and never come back, stay one more night."
  • 020: "Take my hand. Take my whole life, too because I can't help it that I'm madly in love with you."
  • 021: "We're such opposites, and I couldn't be more attracted to you."
  • 022: "Can you sing to me until I fall asleep?"
  • 023: "I'm tired of being alone. Don't let me go."
  • 024: "You're just jealous because you're the little spoon."
  • 025: "You're cute when you're pouty and jealous."
  • LOCKDOWN:
  • 026: "She doesn't deserve you. That should be me."
  • 027: "You're sitting there, oblivious at the bar, when (she's/he's) sleeping around and you're just letting this all happen?!"
  • 028: "Number one: stop feeling sorry for yourself and get out of that loveless relationship."
  • 029: "I never meant to get attached. Now that I am, I'm trapped."
  • 030: "Can't you see that I'm the one who understands you?"
  • 031: "(He/She) won't love you like I would."
  • 032: "(He's/She's) an idiot for letting someone like you go."
  • 033: "I have loved you since we were fifteen. You just never noticed."
  • 034: "While you were chasing her, you were oblivious that I was struggling to get your attention."
  • 035: "It's like you casted a spell on me. And from the start, I was hooked."
  • 036: "The thought of you with (her/him) makes me want to vomit, just saying."
  • SUPERFICIAL LOVE:
  • 037: "If you want to keep me then you better treat me like a damn princess."
  • 038: "This superficial love shit got me going crazy."
  • 039: "If you like (her/him), go for it. Just stop stringing me along."
  • 040: "You're such an idiot, you've been chasing for the right person when I've been standing here all along."
  • 041: "I think I know (he/she) doesn't love me. That's why I mess around."
  • 042: "I don't want to marry someone who broke me on the inside."
  • 043: "I keep falling for your fool's gold."
  • 044: "I thought it was supposed to be you. That you'd be the one to save me."
  • 045: "You're not the person who gets to be in my happily ever after."
  • 046: "It's sad because I still love you even though you're with (her/him)."
  • BROKEN HEARTS CLUB:
  • 047: "I'm not your side piece. If anything, you're my side piece."
  • 048: "After all these years of not apologizing, you're on your knees begging for my help? After all you did?"
  • 049: "And if one day, you wake up and realize you want to be with me again, you better be ready to slay a dragon to win me back."
  • 050: "I trusted you and you abused that trust. That's not right. You can't waltz in here and think everything is okay."
  • 051: "I had a few drinks now and the only thing on my mind is you. It's always you."
  • 052: "I'm not the same (girl/boy) you left broken-hearted two years ago."
  • 053: "You don't get the glory of seeing me cry."
  • 054: "People may call you a hero, but you're a villain in my eyes."
  • 055: "Sorry, I'm all out of love."
  • 056: "You were the best drug my heart got addicted to."
  • 057: "You left me and went on to become bigger and better."
  • THE ANGST:
  • 058: "You saved me from death, and now you want to kill me? You had your chance."
  • 059: "No one came when I was about to die. You left me to die."
  • 060: "I am so done, trying to be your number one."
  • 061: "Every little thing you do pisses me off and it makes me mad because it makes me love you more."
  • 062: "You had no trouble tearing me apart and poking holes in my heart."
  • 063: "You accused me of murder and now you want to go out for dinner?!"
  • 064: "No! Stop feeling sorry for yourself again!"
  • 065: "I'm not the damsel in distress anymore! I. Don't. Need. You."
  • 066: "Don't pretend you're sorry. I know you're not."
  • 067: "You stop being sorry three years ago. Stop saying you're sorry."
  • 068: "You. Don't. Own. Me. You never did, never will. People can't own people."
  • 069: "There is not a single bone of humanity in you. You've turned to the monster I feared you were gonna become."
  • 070: "You're terrible. And to think I actually fell in love with you at one point."
  • 071: "You sicken me, you pathetic low life. Stop stalking me and trying to save me."
  • 072: "I can save myself, thank you very much for your unnecessary and unwanted help."
  • 073: "I don't need you to be happy. I never needed you."
  • WILD THINGS:
  • 074: "So... you're actually undercover pretending to be a high school (girl/boy)?"
  • 075: "(You/I) just saved (me/you) from a burning fire and now you're asking me out?"
  • 076: "Why are my clothes on fire? Why aren't your clothes on fire?"
  • 077: "What crawled in your pants and made you a fuck(boy/girl)?"
  • 078: "You're sick? I'll be over with lemonade in five."
  • 079: "Stop hiding in the bathtub and eating pizza."
  • 080: "So my dog is a robot that you've been using to spy on me?"
  • 081: "Explain to me why you are covered in marshmallow fluff and Nutella."
  • 082: "Don't tell me you're filling up water balloons with hot tea again and throwing them at your enemies."
  • 083: "(You're/ I'm) (my/your) little sister, so naturally a cold-crazed psychopath man is gonna want to make (you/me) his bride."
  • 084: "Did you just ride on a horse all the way to my house to ask me out?"
  • 085: "Why the hell did you just kick me in the (boob/nuts)?"
  • 086: "You're like a little, shiny potato chip."
  • 087: "Can I dance spontaneously in the rain now?"
  • 088: "Stop using my tooth brush to brush your hair."
  • 089: "What song do you want me to play while you throw up?"
  • 090: "You smell like burps and giggles."
  • 091: "Can you stop rubbing butter over yourself for a minute and listen to me?"
  • 092: "Stop running around the place screaming that you want to be Blue Ivy. We're at a grocery store."
  • 093: "Can you stop hitting me in the butt with a water bottle?"
  • 094: "So you called me over because you poured hot sauce in your hair?"
  • 095: "Am I the first person to tell you that you cannot rap? Because if I am, I'm surprised."
  • 096: "I don't want to know why you're dressed as a banana."
  • 097: "Please don't tell me I just fell into dog poop."
  • 098: "I'm calling you Captain Savage Worm."
  • 099: "You're just an adorable kitten in a way too tight jumpsuit."

Jehanparnasse | Day Six | Modern AU | 2ks

Pre-relationship Jehanparnasse. Mostly an excuse to write the members of Patron-Minette as roommates because I love that concept way too much

Jehan was sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the dreary buildings, their tie-dye hoodie almost drawing a target on their back. When Eponine had specified “bad neighbourhood”, Jehan had never pictured it to be that bad. They weren’t one to judge, but you know things are bad when Eponine Thénardier herself tries to discourage from you hanging out somewhere. Still, Jehan walked on. They had an important errand to run and they wouldn’t let themself be intimidated by a few tags and onlookers.

The stairwell of the building they entered had not seen a broom for at least a decade. Overhead, the neons lights were winking at them, casting a gloomy light worthy of a cheap horror movie. For a second, Jehan thought about what Enjolras would say if he came down here, how enraged he would be. They were enraged too. They took a mental note to mention that during the next ABC meeting, but it wasn’t why they had come.

Second apartment on the third floor, that’s what Eponine had said. “There’s a huge indent on the door. Unmistakable.”. Unmistakable indeed. Suddenly nervous, Jehan swallowed hard and plunged their hands in the front pocket of their hoodie. It’s just a courtesy visit, they kept telling themself. It wasn’t weird, right? Why would it be weird? The plain door was staring back at them, daring them to knock. They did, though timidly. For the longest time, no one answered. Then, heavy steps rose from behind the panel and the door creaked open.

“What d'you want?”

The man standing before them was about twice their height and four times their weight, all in muscles that would have put Bahorel to shame. Gueulemer, no doubt. Jehan flashed their softest smile. After all, elephants were scared of mice, weren’t they?

“Is Montparnasse here?”

Gueulemer frowned, his eyebrows drawing menacing lines.

“You’re a cop?”

“I―No?”

“That’s what a copper’d say.”

Jehan looked down at themself, wondering what about them screamed “cop” so badly. They’d never seen a cop wearing hoverkicks before. In absence of an answer, Gueulemer was already closing the door.

“No, wait!” Jehan exclaimed. “I’m a friend of Eponine’s!”

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anonymous asked:

Helloooo!! Could you write a scenario for Taichi, Kenjiro, Semi and Tendou when they have their first big fight with their s/o? I need something angsty with a good ending >.< I hope that's not too many characters but I'm on mobild and don't know where your rules are/ if you have any x.x sorry!

YES SHIRATORIZAWA. Honestly guys, send in more of these boys. I am so hyped about this season!!! 

Also, yes I do have rules! I posted a link for mobile users but you would have to scroll down my blog to find them. I also forgot that you asked for a first big fight and I was really tired when I wrote this BUT I tried really hard on these(: (but if you don’t like these, definitely feel free to send in the request again!)

Long//Female Pronouns Used

Taichi

It was after Taichi’s volleyball game, his team had won and you guys were going to go out and celebrate. You exited the bleachers and started making your way to find Taichi. That’s when you say him, except, he was with another girl. She was hanging all over your man. You felt your stomach drop and your face burning up with anger. You could feel the tears starting to well up in your eyes, “Taichi how could you?!” The middle blocker was shocked to see you, “(Y/n)-chan!” The sight before your eyes was too painful to look at. You turned your back and ran out of the gymnasium as fast as your feet could carry you. 

You made it all the way home. You were out of breath but you were too sad to even notice. As soon as you entered your room, you threw yourself onto your bed. You muffled your loud cries into your pillow, not wanting your parents to hear. All of a sudden you felt your phone vibrating, you looked at the screen and saw Taichi’s name. You ignored him and went back to crying into your pillow. That’s when you heard something against your window. At first, you didn’t think anything about it, but the noise wouldn’t stop. You went to look out your window to see what was up. 

Standing outside of your window was Taichi, he had small pebbles in his hands. “Taichi, what’re you doing here?” He dropped the tiny stones, “I came to see what was wrong! You started crying and ran out of the gym!” Crossing your arms over your chest you said, “Don’t play dumb Taichi! You know I saw you with that girl. She had her hands all over you!” Kawanishi dropped his head into his hands. “No, (y/n)! It’s not what you think, that was Reon’s sister!” 

You stood there dumb founded. Not only did you falsely accuse Taichi of cheating, but you made a complete idiot of yourself in front of everyone. You couldn’t take it anymore. You left your room and headed down the stairs and out of the house to where Taichi was. You jumped into his arms, knocking him onto the ground, smothering him with tiny apology kisses. 

Kenjiro

“Kenjiro, I know you want to get better, but practice has been over for two hours and I need to get home.” Shirabu looked unphased, “Ok. I’m going to stay here for a while. I’ll see you at school on Monday.” He didn’t move his eyes from the ball and continued to practice. You were worried about Shirabu, he’s been practicing non-stop. Lately, he’s been so tired that he’s falling asleep in class. You walked behind Kenjiro and wrapped your arms around him, “Kenny please stop, you’re going to over work yourself!” He clutched the ball with his large hands. You could feel his sweat seeping through his shirt, but that wasn’t going to make you let go. “Please Kenjiro, please st-”

“I can’t! I have to be able to give the best tosses I can to Ushijima! If I don’t, then I won’t be able to play with strong players. So please (y/n), just keep supporting me and let me-” 

You squeezed him harder, “No Shirabu! You need to rest! I can’t support you if you don’t know when to take a break! I refuse to help you practice or got to your matches anymore. I-I just don’t want you to make yourself sick. I love you Kenjiro…I want to see you succeed but you need to go home and get your rest!” 

Shirabu was silent for a moment, then he started to chuckle, “That’s what I like about you (y/n). You always know how to keep me in line…” He turned around and placed his hands on your cheeks. “You’re right, I’m sorry.” Kenjiro leaned his, resting his forehead on yours. “Come on (y/n)-chan, let’s clean up the gym. I’ll walk you to the station tonight.” 

Semi

Semi had asked to come over and go swimming with you. At first you were excited, not only would you get to see Semi in all his glory, but you got to show off your cute new swimsuit! Only problem was, you guys hadn’t even been in the water for ten minutes and all Eita was doing was complaining about Kenjiro. Semi didn’t even comment on your new one piece! 

“That punk Shirabu…I can’t believe he replaced me as the official setter!” Lately, that’s all your boyfriend has been talking about. Shirabu this, Shirabu that. Usually you took the time to comfort Semi, but today you just weren’t having it. “I’m not trying to be rude Semi, but don’t you think you should get over it now? I mean it’s been a few months? Plus isn’t he a second year? Maybe take this time to coach him or something.” You could tell he was getting pouty because he crossed his arms and puffed out his chest. That’s when he swam over to you, “I thought you were on my side!” 

You sighed, “I am on your side Eita, I just think it’s time for you to move on. Just work even harder to get your spot back!” He made a pouty face, “You don’t get it do you?” Ugh that’s it, you have had enough! “You know what? Do whatever, I’m tired of always comforting and supporting you about this. If you don’t want my opinion, then don’t come to about your problems.” You started to get out of the pool, “Hey! Where are you going?” 

“What does it look like I’m doing? I’m going to dry off and go inside.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Eita grabbed you by the waist and pulled you back in. “What the heck Semi?!” He started poking you around your hips and stomach. His was face turning red. “I guess I’m upset about the whole situation mainly because now I don’t look as cool when you come to my games. I mean I’m always on the bench watching everyone else…” Oh, now you get it. He was worried about trying to impress you.

“Semi, you’re so silly.” You turned to face Eita and gave him a wet kiss. “I don’t care about that. I mean, of course I want to see you play, and I get really excited when you do. But all I care about is you wanting to get better and giving it your all!” 

He gave you a big grin, “You know (y/n), I can tell you’re starting to fill out some.” You splashed him, “Shut up!” He gave you even more tiny kisses and he continued to poke at sides.

Tendou (This one isn’t too angsty sorry)

“(Y/n)-chan, take a look at this manga!” You and Tendou were having yourselves a cute little date. He wanted to head on over to the bookstore to see if any new Shounen Jump had been released. “Oh cool! Is that the new one from that anime you’ve been watching?” He nodded his head in excitement, “Yes! I’m going to go pay for it! You wait here, I’ll be right back!” He practically skipped to the register. “He’s so cute…”

“Speaking of cute.” You heard a voice behind you. When you looked to see who it was, you saw that it was classmate of yours. “Oh, hello (c/m/n). Are you here to buy the new shounen jump to?” He shook his head, “Not exactly.” He took a step closer. “By the way, you look absolutely adorable today. Are you alone today? We could get away from here if that’s ok with you?” He grabbed your wrist and started to pull on you.

“Actually, I’m here with my boyfriend, and will you please let me go?” He wouldn’t take no for an answer though. “Oh are you still dating that chump Tendou? Why don’t you dump him and go with a real man like me?” That’s when a large shadow appeared. It loomed over your classmate, you recognized it perfectly. It was Tendou. 

He snorted, “Excuse me? What’re you doing to my girl?” (C/m/n) let go of your wrist. “Hey look man I don’t want any trouble.” Satori wasn’t having it though, he grabbed your classmate by the collar and held him against the book shelf. “Let me give you some advice pal, if I ever hear about you hitting on my girl ever again, I’ll throw volleyballs at your head so hard that you’ll slip into a coma.” 

“Ok, Ok! I’ll leave her alone for good, just let me go!” Tendou set down the scared boy and watched as he ran out of the bookstore. You looked up to Satori, “Thanks babe!” He draped an arm around your shoulder, “Nobody messes with miracle boy’s girl!” 

You sighed, “The moment’s over…” He yelped a little, making the store clerk shush him. The two of you left the bookstore hand in hand, feeling very proud to have such a protective boyfriend. But not before Tendou snuck in some kisses in between the bookshelves~ 

Imagine having to deal with Jared’s drunkenness

The sun has already set by the time I wake up, and the noises coming from the living room let me know that I’m not alone anymore. I grab a blanket and wrap it around me, starting to walk outside the bedroom.

“Emma? What the hell are you doing?”

The kitchen island is covered with different kind of ingredients, and I can see at least two pans in the stove. When Emma hears me call her name she turns around with a big smile on her face.

“Oh, you know, a little something for the best roomie in the whole wide world!”

The smile, the treat… Oh no. “Emma…” I try to get her attention, but she’s already turning around to continue with her task.

“Did I wake you? I’m so sorry, I’ll cook more quietly and when it’s ready I’ll let you know”

“Can you just tell me what you are planning?” I say, crossing my arms over my chest, “If anyone knows you in this world, that’s me. Talk”

She turns around again, guilt clear on her face, “The guys told me we are going out today, and there’s this guy that I really like and he’s coming with us. I need friendly back up” She sighs, like she’s been holding this up for days.

“You know your friends and I don’t get along…”

“You get along pretty well” Emma interrupts me, now it’s her turn to cross her arms.

“Do I really have to recall that time certain friend of yours got me so angry I had to leave my own apartment?”

“Jared likes to tease you” She mutters, getting back to her cooking, “Don’t listen to him”

“I’ll think about it”

I return to my room, lying back on my bed. Memories from the night Emma invited all of her friends to the apartment come back to my head. Jared has always been a pain in my ass, every time he comes around he’s always trying to pick a fight with me, dropping annoying comments, but that night he really got on my nerves. The following day I had a job interview, and Emma thought that having a couple of drinks would lose me up for the next day. All of her friends came to the house, and we were actually having a good time till Jared started picking out on me. He started giving me ‘advice’ on what clothes I should wear so I could ‘impress’ my future boss; that the company was garbage; and so, so, so on. I told him a hundred times to stop, and he didn’t, so I left.

Emma comes into my room with a tray, a bottle of white wine and two glasses. I get up to help her with the tray and we sit in the bed.

We eat and drink talking about how our day went, Emma tells me about Jared, and I hear about her annoying boss with the best smile I can offer her. She hears about my day too and, as we finish eating, I know she’s waiting for my response.

“Ok, but you owe me one, you hear me? A big one”

Emma jumps from her side of the bed to hug me and kiss my cheeks, “You’re the best! THE best!”

“Ok, now leave me alone so I can pick my best Wednesday Addams clothes so nobody gets close to me tonight”

Emma leaves with all the dirty dishes and I’m left alone in my room. I quickly pick a dress, put on some make up and fix my messy hair. In no time I’m leaving the apartment with a really nervous Emma that cannot even stop thanking me for being with her tonight.

The place chosen by Emma’s friends is a bar close to Beverly Hills. We get off the cab and get in the bar with no problem at all, since there aren’t much people around yet. It doesn’t takes us long to see where the rest is sitting, and I notice how Emma starts to get nervous.

“Ok, let’s go, is now or never” I pull her to the group of men.

Everyone seems pleased to see us, even Jared, that reserves all comments to himself and just greets me with a quick “hello”. I let Emma sit with her special friend, and I sit next to Shannon, who immediately starts asking me about work.

As the night goes on, Emma disappears with her friend, just as the rest of the people from the group. I end up in the bar, asking for a beer, when Jared finds his way to sit next to me.

“You look really nice” It’s the first thing he says to me since he greet me an hour ago.

“Not too slutty?” I ask him, recalling one of his words from the last time we saw each other.

“Hey, you remember” He laughs, “I was joking; you didn’t have to take it that seriously, you know?”

“Not a nice joke, Jared” I mutter, receiving my beer.

“It was a good one. Anyway, did you get the job?”

I take my time to take a sip of my beer, play with my cup and bite my lip before I decide to answer.

“No” It’s the only thing I say, not wanting to continue and give him the satisfaction of knowing he was right all along, the company was garbage.

“They didn’t give you the job?” He asks, really shocked.

“They did, but I rejected it” I shrug, sipping my beer one again, “What are you doing here anyway? Don’t you have some girls to woo tonight?”

All the time he has been sitting by my side, he’s been switching his eyes from mine to the television behind the bar. But now that I’ve decided to talk more, he turns to face me.

“You are really talkative tonight, I like it”

“And you are drunk when it’s not even midnight yet”

“I rather be drunk than pissed” He shrugs calling the bartender, “Can I have another beer?”

I shake my head, leaving my empty cup aside, “Whatever, it was nice talking to you”

I start walking away, but Jared grabs my wrist to stop me. I look at him impressed, since this is actually the first time we touch each other.

“Why don’t you stay for a while? I’ll buy you another drink. Hey!” He calls the bartender again, “Another beer”

I pull to set my wrist free, but he looks at me with pleading eyes. I end up rolling my eyes and getting back on my seat. The bartender puts a new beer in front of me as he gives me a quick smile and gets back to his duties. Jared drinks his beer in silence, giving me quick looks, like he wants to make sure I’m still there.

“I wasn’t joking when I said you look pretty tonight” Jared mutters, his eyes fixed on the television.

I turn my head to try and catch a glimpse of his eyes, but he doesn’t look at me. Jared is complimenting me, but I can’t take him seriously.

“You are really drunk” I laugh.

“I’m not” He complains, finally looking at me in the eyes.

“Yes, you are. You should stop drinking and go home”

“Whatever” He says, standing from his stool, “I shouldn’t have ask you to stay, you are as unpleasant as ever”

“Nice talking to you!” I shout at him as he disappears among the people.

After a while of walking around, talking to a few people and lose track of everyone who I came to join tonight, I decide it is better to go home. Emma looks really happy with her friend and I feel it wasn’t even necessary to bring me for support, since she left me alone 10 minutes after we arrived.

I walk towards Emma to say goodbye, but she walks towards me too. When I have her in front of me I notice she looks worried.

“I need a favor” She says holding both of my hands.

“I’m drunk and my mom is already asleep, I can’t leave the apartment, sorry” I talk way too fast, raising my hand to silence her.

“What? No, it is not that” She sighs, looking at me in the eyes, “It’s Jared, he’s drunk and Shannon already left. I can’t take him home, everything is on track and I think I may get a kiss tonight!”

“A kiss? Wow, when do you announce the wedding?” I mock at her, being my annoying drunk self.

“Please, it’s the last thing I ask you” Emma looks at me with puppy eyes, and I can’t say no to my best friend. I end up nodding, “Thank you, thank you! I haven’t drink, so I’ll take his car. Here, take some money for a cab, I’ll text you his address”

“You owe me two now, Emma, two huge ones”

“I know; but you really don’t know how thankful I am. He’s at the bar trying to get a drink”

I walk towards the bar and it doesn’t take me much to see Jared trying to convince the bartender to give him another drink. I sit next to Jared without saying a word, but when he acknowledges my presence, he gets quiet.

“We need to go” I tell him, turning to face him, “You are too drunk”

“You already said that”

“Yeah, an hour ago. You are wasted now”

I see him rolling his eyes, and if it is hard to deal with Jared when he’s sober, dealing with him drunk is going to be hell.

“Jared please, don’t make this hard”

“Hard? I’m not hard” He affirms standing from the stool, I look at him serious as he gives me a smile, “Come on, I haven’t even see you smile tonight”

“Well, you haven’t said anything that can make me smile, only get angry”

“I’ll go if you show me a smile”

“I’ll smile when we are already at your house, ok?”

“Ok, deal”

He wraps one of his arms on my shoulders walking me out of the bar. Outside, he starts heading us to the parking lot of the bar, but I stop him midway.

“We are way too drunk to drive, we are getting a cab”

“You are drunk?!” He asks me, way more surprised than I would expect, and I blame his drunkenness, “You are not drunk, you don’t look drunk!”

“Jesus, Jared, keep it down” I ask him, leading him outside the bar again to catch a cab.

“What? I’m not shouting!”

“You clearly are, just stay quiet for 5 minutes, ok?”

“You are not my boss” He mutters, crossing his arms, “Am my own boss”

“Sure, whatever you say”

I decide to ignore Jared, but always keeping an eye on him in case he decides to get back inside the bar. He walks around restless while I look for a cab. Fifteen minutes pass, and Jared is really starting to annoy me.

“How come you don’t have a boyfriend?” All of the sudden, my private life became the topic at hand, “I’ve known you for two years and you’ve always been single”

“I like being single; stop talking about me and shut up”

“But you are pretty and intelligent; guys should make lines to date you”

“They don’t. Shut up, Jared, or I’ll punch you in the face”

Jared raises both of his hands starting to back away, looking at me a bit scared.

When a cab finally appears, I throw Jared inside and give the driver the address Emma texted me a couple of minutes ago. Jared rests his head on my shoulder and keeps quiet for the rest of the trip. I thank whatever god helped me to finally shut him up, but I pray that he doesn’t fall asleep before we arrive, or I’m not going to be able to get him out of the car.

“I think I’m drunk” He mumbles when we arrive.

“You really are” I laugh, “Good to know you finally noticed it”

Jared gets out of the car while I pay the driver. My door suddenly opens and Jared is offering me his hand to help me out of the cab. I roll my eyes and take it. He doesn’t let go of me as he takes me inside the house.

I’m too drunk to push him away and head back home, so I just follow him inside, wondering why all of the sudden he looks so happy to be by my side. But I’m also surprised by my attitude; I promise him that I’ll make sure he is in his bed before I go, but I’m actually not certain that I want to leave him.

“I’ll brush my teeth first, wait here”

He gently makes me sit on his bed and holds his hands on my arms to stabilize me. When I see him walk to the bathroom I notice how drunk he still is, and how he needs to use the furniture to stay on foot.

“I have to go, it’s late” I tell him when I see him come out of the bathroom.

But he does not say a word and walks towards me to lay me on his bed, resting all his weight over my body. My breathing turns heavy when his face gets too close to mine and his eyes are in full display just for me.

“What are you…?”

His lips silence me and I find myself responding to his kiss. His hand starts stroking my cheek, pulling away my messy hair that insists on getting in the middle. His breathing turns heavy too, and my hands find their way through his chest to get to his neck and pull him closer to me.

“We shouldn’t” I mutter between kisses.

“We should” He corrects me, still kissing me, but with a smile on his lips.

The same hand that stroked my cheek now starts to go down. He traces my arm, waist and hip, ending up in my thigh, using it as a way to switch places with him.

A minute ago I didn’t know what I was doing, and now all I wanted to do was to be with him. The sudden thought makes me pull away from him and get up from the bed.

“No, where are you going?”

Jared gets up too, holding my arms to stop me from leaving the room.

“We are too drunk for this” I mutter, trying to pull away once again, “Jared, please, just let me go”

“I can’t” He mumbles, and I’m afraid he’ll start crying.

“What are you talking about?” I ask him cupping his face, “Are you alright?”

“I love you” He mutters.

Both of my hands fall as I start to back away.

“Ok, I’m done” I laugh, “Bye, Jared, have a good night”

I’m laughing as I get out of his room, but he runs to stop me again.

“I’m serious” His hand holds mine and I decide to focus my eyes on this rather than his eyes, “I love you, why do you think I was being so annoying with you?”

“You are…”

“Stop saying I’m too drunk!” He shouts and I can’t help but stay quiet, finally fixating my eyes on his, “I’m not joking, nor lying. I love you”

“I have to leave”

“No, please stay” He asks with pleading eyes, “I won’t kiss you again; I just want you to stay the night… please”

I impress myself by nodding to his request. We head back to his bedroom, but I’m the one who breaks the promise of no kisses. I can’t hold myself and I pull Jared by his shirt. At first, he asks me to stop and I consider it for half a second before I decide that the idea is complete bullshit and push him to the bed.

 …

I roll on the bed, bumping onto something that shouldn’t be there. My eyes take a few seconds to adjust to the light and, when I’m finally able to see clearly, something is not right. I know I’m screaming before my brain decides if it’s a good idea or not.

“What?” Jared opens his eyes scared, looking around for the source of the noise.

When his eyes finally lay on me, a big smile appears on his face as he lies back on his bed again, “Shit, I told you”

“Wait, what?” I ask him confused, starting to get out of bed, “Oh, God, I’m naked”

“Of course you are” He laughs.

And as if something suddenly hit my head, I start to remember.

“You seriously don’t remember?” He asks me, eyeing my naked body from his position.

“I think I do”

“Good, because I’m not going repeat it. And I think your bra is over there” He adds pointing at his television on the other side of the room.

I run to catch my bra, hearing how he mumbles from his bed.

“God, you must have been so drunk. You fucking hate me!”

“And apparently you love me, so shut the fuck up”

“That’s not a good way to start the day” He says, kneeling on the bed, “Come here”

His hand reaches for my arm, dragging me towards him, making me fall over his naked body.

“Jesus, you are naked, let me go!!” I shout, trying to escape, but his hands are already on my face, steading me to kiss me again.

“That’s better” He mutters, when my body starts to relax and give in to his touch, “I like it when you hate me like this”

“You are going to pay for this” Is the last thing I say before I finally give in, grabbing his hair to get him closer to me and start my day in the strangest way possible.

Reading is magic, but get off your high horse about it.

listen it’s 6:34 in the morning and i haven’t had coffee, but if you think you can shame people for having difficulty reading, you’ve got another thing coming.

if you can read a book straight through with little to no difficulty, consider yourself blessed beyond all reckoning.

literature is beautiful. i’m a poet, i’m biased, but i think most would agree. but literature isn’t always accessible or worry-free. there are plenty of academic-soaked pieces which were purposely stuffed with grammar and wording completely esoteric. that’s great for them but it’s also annoying. getting through a dissertation on Jungian themes in Frost’s poems isn’t exactly fare for Sunday morning. (And as a side note, they do that on purpose. Art’s messed up and sometimes people believe that the less the “layperson” gets it, the more valuable it must be. I’ve gotten into fights about this. Trust me).

not every book is smooth sailing, and not every person has the time to raise the mast to take her out for a spin. it took me a little over 14 hours to finish the entire series of Percy Jackson in one sitting. i missed school for it. i read the last Harry Potter book in under four hours and fell asleep during it because i’d asked my brother to give it to me as soon as he was done. it was 2 AM when he woke me up. but the book i’m reading now is honestly boring and poorly paced (if i could write better i won’t say - my style is different and that’s okay) and it’s taken me two weeks to get fifty pages. 

reading as a school requirement never seems to end pretty. how else that i, an avid reader, never got past the first five sentences of Madame Bovary? that brain-drain i-hate-this god-save-me that comes from slogging through the “classics” kills a lot of love of reading. we assign one book to the whole class - no matter what level they read at. how messed up is that? let’s say even that it’s an honors course, so teachers are fairly certain we can take a little push. even in those 23 people, there are going to be weak and strong readers, relative to each other. some will think Kafka is a great lark, and others would honestly just rather pluck their eyes out and live in the dark. no, i couldn’t get through Crime and Punishment. it’s still sitting on my shelf with the first four chapters covered in post-its. i honestly tried. i couldn’t force myself to care about it. don’t get me wrong: the classics definitely have a place in education. but they don’t have a place in the life of every student. we’re teaching english wrong. it shouldn’t be a burden. it should be fun.

the idea that everyone can read and therefore it’s easy for everyone is totally messed up. i got a perfect score on my SAT reading comprehension. when my depression gets really bad, i can’t even make sense out of “see the dog run.” i completely lack concentration. it’s like the world of words has just been dunked in water and now all the letters are floating around in my head. it’s like trying to eat pizza and chewing cotton instead. not all brains work the same. some take letters and flip them, some don’t string them together, some don’t connect sounds with a symbol. they’re not bad or wrong, but it makes reading incredibly difficult. i’d like to see you read a book in a day only looking at the letters in a mirror. i think then you’d get that it’s a triumph they even bother at all.

i love reading. it’s one of my favorite things. whenever i go over to somebody’s house, i stop at their bookshelf to see what they’re interested in. you can learn a lot about how they feel about books by how they stack them - mine are in a heap right by my bed because i don’t have furniture but i need books within reach. books are amazing. they make communities and make people cry and make people believe in something. but there are plenty of reasons somebody has difficulty reading. because they’re not in the right place or time. because they’re dealing with something emotionally. because they had an experience in school which left them thinking they don’t like to read (probably because they never got their hands on something they actually find fascinating).

instead of shaming someone for their difficulty, i’ll say for you what you should have been saying all along: if you read, it doesn’t matter how long it takes you or how much you stumble. try to stick with it if you are able. try to find books that really speak to you. even if it’s not easy, i’m still proud of you. thank you for trying. thank you for getting through.

reading isn’t a competition. it’s a home. whenever you want to enter, you are entirely welcome.

—  “what, a book a day? like that’s not easy?” well my dear good luck finishing every book you pick up in a 24 span. hope that textbook is treating you well. let me know how that goes. // r.i.d 
The AM

All my favorite conversations always made in the A.M
Also called: “Permanent Stars.”
Prompt: “ How about a lazy early morning in bed? OR a late night in bed, just before sleep? In sum, bed. ;) Something cozy… that would be nice…. 



In which you and Harry watch the stars.


The soft cotton of your shorts feels nice against your skin as you lay in bed not really sleepy, but ready for a night of rest after a long day of camera flashes and awkward poses.
"Darlin’?” you hear from the hallway to your room. “You in bed already?”.
Harry walks into the room and turns on his bedside lamp. You hum a little response and turn your body towards his side of the bed. Even with your eyes closed, you can tell he’s smiling, smirking really.
“N'gonna watch the show w'me?” He says while he lays next to you, his arms quickly wrap around you and pull you closer to his soft white dress shirt.
“Aren’t you tired?” you say.

And really how isn’t he tired? After getting in from Australia, or New Zealand, you already forgot, just yesterday, and having 2 shoots and a red carpet today, he should be the one spent, not you.

“Still jet lagged” are his words, that come as a murmur to the side of your head before he kisses your temple. You sigh, knowing that you had plans to stay up till late to catch up after he was away for weeks, before he had to leave. Again.

But after having both an urgent shoot and that red carpet event, that he took you with, sleep had taken a first spot.

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anonymous asked:

"I'm sick of being USELESS" -Elide "You're not useless" -Lorcan

Hey Anon! Don’t kill me! I’m so sorry this took so long. I recently started back at school and… You probably don’t care. But here you go!

Prompt: “I’m sick of being USELESS”/“You’re not useless”

Ship: Elorcan (756 words)

Angst

Set post War

Elide was in the kitchen at the Terrasen castle, much to Aelin’s dismay. Right now, though, Elide needs to use her skills, the ones she knew she had. Washing dishes was something she could do with minimal effort and it made her feel as though she was helping.

She was also trying to avoid human contact, not that it was hard. With Manon away in Rithold with her King, Gavriel and Fenrys fixing Doranelle and Aedion and Lysandra building up Carraverre, Aelin, Rowan, Elide and Lorcan were the only ones left in Terrasen’s capital. In the castle. Elide was still avoiding Lorcan, not openly, but she tried to stay out of places he would be. Elide knew she was being childish at this point but the 20-year-old needed to clear her head so she could sort out her feelings for him.

Elide had long ago forgiven him, but she couldn’t admit to him that she loved him, still, even after what he did, Elide couldn’t find it in herself to outright hate the male. She knew eventually she’d have to tell him but until then, she would avoid him.

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Lorcan had looked everywhere for Elide. It was just after dinner and he wanted to talk to her, needed to talk to her. To be honest, he’d be fine just seeing her beautifully dark face. He wants to hear her laugh and he wants her light to break through his darkness. He could do that, if he could find her.

He was wandering throughout the castle halls near the kitchen stairwell when he heard something break and Elide swear softly. He turned down the stairwell to see Elide crouched on the floor, picking up the broken pieces of a plate. He steps forward, biding her ankle, and bends to help her pick up the broken ceramic pieces. He takes the pieces she picked up and put them in the bin before turning to her.

“Elide, are you alright?” He asks softly, approaching her. She shrugs, looking him in the eye, letting herself get lost in his onyx iris’. She just wanted to be alone but if he had sought her out on purpose, she wasn’t going to tell him to leave.

“Aelin’s a good leader, isn’t she?” Elide softly asks, causing his eyebrows to raise in question before nodding.

“And so is Rowan and Aedion. Lysandra is such a fierce warrior, and so are you. And Gavriel and Fenrys are so loyal and Manon and Dorian are so smart and diplomatic and I just feel like I’m the injured runt. And I’m sick of being USELESS!” And with that, Elide fell into the kitchen chair, sobbing. Lorcan sighed, looking at this  small, exquisite women and embracing her tightly, kissing her hair.

“I don’t think you’re useless. You know what, it’s not a thought. I know, for a fact that you are not useless”

“So why do I feel like I am?” She asked, listening to the soft beats of his heart.

“You befriended Manon, who at the time, was the scariest person you knew?” Elide nods.

“You escaped from Morath, which no one has ever done, with or without help. You managed to make it through Oakwald forest by yourself for two weeks, with a wyrdkey in your pocket, fooling me in the process. You got us jobs in that circus which, as annoying as it was, protected us. You killed 2 ilken with a broken nose, sore wrist and stomach cramps” Elide nodded almost imperceptibly.

“Come on, let’s get you upstairs” Lorcan says, gently picking Elide up, almost as if she was a piece of china about to break in his arms. He carried her up the kitchen stairwell and continued up to Elide’s room, kicking the door open and sidling in, making sure to not hit her head on the doorframe. Elide stayed silent and curled into Lorcan’s chest.

“You should know” He says softly into her ear as he pulled the covers down and laid Elide on the bed. She nods at him to continue, her eyes closed gently.

“You made me feel love. Better yet, you made me love the most beautiful, smart and strong women. You.”

Lorcan delicately kissed her head, tucked her covers and walked away, just to be stopped by her voice.

“Lorcan” he turned. “If it doesn’t bother you, will you stay with me tonight?” He nodded and lied down next to her, wrapping her in his warmth. She smiled faintly, burrowing in closer and falling asleep.