i stole this from you sorry

anonymous asked:

what shifts in Katie's acting do you see when she goes from being else a good or bad character. like not obvious doing evil stuff vs doing nice things, but like maybe a lower nice when being evil, or a certain facial expressions?

The Glare™

The Stare™

The Smirk™

The Sneer™

The Sass™

During and after her shift, you see Morgana’s cold, calm, calculating side. She exuded confidence and a bit of arrogance, as you see in the glare, smirk, and sass. When she had her plans and saw them coming into fruition, in her mind, she had already won. She was Morgana Pendragon. Eventually, the Last High Priestess and everyone was beneath her. 

She was also very intense. Hence the stare, the sneer, and even her voice. Pretty soul penetrating. Unblinking. Unflinching. Along with that confidence she was quite intimidating and that was something that worked in her favor.

orangettetwins  asked:

Why is everyone attacking other fandoms? 😕 Has anyone learned anything? Don't attack others, support each other. Help kpop bands rise and bring them together, stop being so hateful and start being supportive. I don't know why they are so mean to you especially. I love you and your blog. I enjoy your opinions but these Anonymous need to grow up and get off the Anonymous tab because in MY (Not anyone else's) opinion it is cowardly and pathetic. Love ya, baby doll and sorry for disturbing ya.

THIS! THANK YOU!! it all went down hill since I reblogged that ridiculous post about an army claiming shinee stole from bts 🙄 thank you babe, I’m glad someone fkin understands lmao 

  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –
2

But the second male, the more classically beautiful of the two … Even the light shied from the elegant planes of his face. With good reason. Beautiful, but near-unreadable. He’d be the one to look out for — the knife in the dark.

Craigslist room for rent goes sour.

I was in the process of joining the military, simply waiting for the date to enter service. “It would take at least a month, but no more than a year.” Apartment lease had expired, no month-to-month payment option. Looking for some short-term housing. I was single, worked 2 part time jobs, & had cash in savings. I’m quiet, flexible, simple needs. Just needed the simplest of accommodations. I went to Craig’s List.

Met with a woman who advertised a room for rent. We’ll call her “Jill”. Jill was 20something, single, and came from a wealthy family who bought her this small 3 bedroom house, gave her a nice car, paid her bills. Jill didn’t like to work, she just “sold her art”. She made awful graphic art fan fiction on her PC, probably never sold anything but was completely obsessed with her own work and would talk about it constantly. Jill had pets. So. Many. Pets. Like 20 cats, 4 dogs, a room of birds out of their cages, and several acquariums. A bit weird/slightly skewed version of reality, but seemed nice, had a room available and price was okay. I would pay a flat rate for rent and utilities, provide my own food, and come and go as I please. Neither of us ever signed anything, just details via text and email.

She benefited from my moving in as I had transferred my cable internet connection to her house. Got the modem hooked up and used my own wireless router and let her use it for free. I also have carpentry experience so I helper her repair some door frames and some wood trim in addition to patching up some drywall. Helped her out a lot, all while requesting nothing in return. The first week was nice.

Things fell apart rapidly after that. She became manipulative, started making financial demands. The electric bill was high, I needed to pay “my part”. She had bought enough groceries for both of us without informing me, but now that milk had soured and bread molded I needed to pay for “wasted groceries”. Old busted up door knob on the side of the house broke off while taking out trash, so I needed to buy a new one. Etc…

Individually these didn’t bother me much, but there was a pattern. After just weeks, living expenses had tripled the agreed upon amount. I told her that this couldn’t happen anymore. I would pay the agreed upon amount and buy my own food. Period. This settled things…for a week.

Got back from work. In my room my guitar was gone, and in its place, a bill. A bill from a plumber who had installed a toilet. “My bathroom” needed some work done. Jill had “lost all trust” that I would fulfill “financial obligations” after I “freaked out about money before.” My guitar was hostage, locked in her bedroom until I paid for her toilet upgrade. She literally added a padlock to her bedroom door.

Time to get out. I told her I was moving out the next day (a friend already offered me his guest-room). She could keep the guitar (it was a $100 pawn shop guitar). I wasn’t going to pay to fix her house anymore.

Upon packing things came the modem discussion. She was taking an online class since she now had an internet connection. She would get her own connection “in a few days”. I was angry with her but not yet vengeful. I agreed to let her use it until my connection got transferred.

A week later, called Jill the day before the cable transfer. She said she would drop off the equipment, oddly, only while I was at work. I texted a reminder, “please don’t forget to drop off modem”, and she responded, “left it in a bag outside your front door”. Weird, but whatever. I get home that night. No bag. No modem. I text, “did you leave it at the right house? can’t find it”, she responds, “yes”.

Cable got installed, still no modem. It’ll cost me if I don’t turn in the old one. Now I’m vengeful. She’s extorted money, I’ve been nothing but helpful and considerate, she’s stolen my things, now she’s probably lying and stealing more things - which will cost even more money.

Jill took a pottery class on Thursdays, out of the house for 2 hours. Her front door had a combination keypad for entry instead of keys. She claimed she would change the combo when I left, but probably didn’t know how to do that. Waited until after the time she left. Drove past. No one home. Parked a block away, walked to front door, entered the code. Still works. Straight to her bedroom. Not padlocked anymore. Look, there’s my router and modem, right where they shouldn’t be because they’re in a bag outside my friend’s place. Weird. Grab my modem & router, grab my guitar, insert a spare old burned admin copy of Win'98 into her cdrom, boot to CD, set it to work formatting her hard drive. She can complete Win'98 installation later, complained about Vista anyway. Probably won’t be able to retrieve her “art” and homework.

Back in my car within 5 minutes, at my friend’s place 10 minutes later. Jill’s pottery class still had another hour. I texted, “finally found the modem, bag must’ve blown into the bushes! Thanks for dropping it off! :D” I love to imagine whatever flurry of emotions she must have experienced at that moment…

Called me in a frantic rage 30 minutes later. “YOU STOLE FROM ME!!!” “What?? Jill…What are you talking about?” “YOU BROKE INTO MY HOUSE AND STOLE FROM ME!!!” “Wait…someone broke into the house?? I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about that… What did they take?” Her remarkable psychological gymnast skills. Walks right up to the ledge of almost admitting that she lied to me and stole my things (after-all, such an admission was required for her version of events to make any sense at all) and then psychologically-backflips away. She couldn’t do it. Her story was not compatible with reality. All she could muster was rage and empty threats and that phone call was the last time I ever heard from her. Honestly, at that point the stuff and the money involved was worth less to me than the fact that she had so much rage but couldn’t do anything about it. It brought me a little joy. The strangest part is that she never mentioned her computer at all…

7

I think I watch too much Gintama… this thing is a scene from the episode 8.

After “Alone at Sea” I guess…in which Jasper becomes a stalker, of course Peri worries about it but Lapis can handle it also i’m still trying to figure out how to bg, sorry.

Sorry if someone gets offended with this, I did it with comedy purposes!

` ° * ✧ ° RANDOM SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ Have you been playing with matches again? ❜
❛ Do have anymore of that one stuff? ❜
❛ So, where do we go from here? ❜
❛ What the hell is that thing? ❜
❛ You know, you aren’t supposed to be doing that. ❜
❛ I almost forgot you only come around when you need me. ❜
❛ Oh, yeah, you played me good, didn’t you? ❜
❛ I’m not joking with you this time. ❜
❛ Do you ever think about having kids? ❜
❛ I didn’t mean to punch you that hard. ❜
❛ Nice shiner there, buddy. ❜
❛ Great way to start the day. ❜
❛ I just want peace and quiet. ❜
❛ Please, just go away already, ugh. ❜
❛ I’m not giving you any money! ❜
❛ You don’t own me. ❜
❛ Tell me what to do or what to say. ❜
❛ I love my freedom. ❜
❛ Shut up before I break your arm. ❜
❛ Now, that looks like a grand adventure. ❜
❛ I’m taking you home, come on. ❜
❛ Jesus, are you really that drunk? ❜
❛ What did you take? How many you’d take? ❜
❛ That’s not an orange. It’s a lemon. ❜
❛ The wait is almost over. ❜
❛ So, when are we going to finally meet? ❜
❛ I would like to see you in person. ❜
❛ Are you online dating again? ❜
❛ I’m not sad, I’m just tired. ❜
❛ I want to take a nap so bad. ❜
❛ I thought we could just nap together. ❜
❛ Life can be messy. ❜
❛ I wish life could be mess free. ❜
❛ Are you high or just stupid? ❜
❛ You can be anything you set your mind to. ❜
❛ We are not going to be like them. ❜
❛ I just wanted to fit in, I don’t know. ❜
❛ Are you going to that party tonight? ❜
❛ I thought we’d be together forever. ❜
❛ I really liked you. My fault. ❜
❛ We don’t like surprises. ❜
❛ Please save the lecture for someone who gives a shit. ❜
❛ What the hell did you do? ❜
❛ Well, you poor thing. ❜
❛ I’m just saying, murder is an option. ❜
❛ We can always kill them, yeah? ❜
❛ What’s all this glitter for anyway? ❜
❛ Damn, you look like shit. Smell like it too. ❜
❛ It’s not too dark and not too light. ❜
❛ I wanted to know what you liked so I stalked you. ❜
❛ I didn’t stalk anyone for the last time already. ❜
❛ I’m not sorry and I have no regrets. ❜
❛ You are so fucked, you know that? ❜
❛ Hey, you stole that from me! Give it back! ❜
❛ Screw you. ❜
❛ Just fuck off already. ❜
❛ You look like a Simpson. ❜
❛ I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. ❜
❛ I’m not mean, I’m just honest. ❜
❛ I will stab you with my fingernail, try me. ❜
❛ Your wish is my command. ❜
❛ I would love to see you suffer. ❜
❛ I’m not in, no way. This is bad. ❜
❛ I don’t want to break any rules. ❜
❛ Fine then. Don’t call and don’t text me anymore. ❜
❛ I’m not mad at you, don’t worry. ❜
❛ Do not ever question my parenthood again. ❜
❛ I don’t have time for this. ❜
❛ Death is all around us. ❜
❛ You’re just like the girl from gone girl. ❜
❛ You left, not me. ❜
❛ I’m not the one that’s always leaving. ❜
❛ I can’t believe this is truly happening. ❜
❛ I was wondering, if you wanted to look at the stars with me? ❜
❛ I always wanted to go on a date. ❜
❛ I knew you were trouble when you walked in. ❜
❛ I had a feeling. ❜
❛ Wait, do you feel that? That vibe right now? ❜
❛ Where could the gem be? ❜
❛ Do I look like someone you should mess with? ❜
❛ It stinks it this place. Can’t believe you call it home. ❜
❛ Wow, this is your house? ❜
❛ I can’t believe you didn’t think to ask me first. ❜
❛ You have a lot to learn. ❜
❛ What do you take me for? ❜
❛ What do I have to do to get it from you? ❜
❛ Will you ever stop asking me that? ❜
❛ This place never ceases to amaze me. ❜

anonymous asked:

Hey hey~ I love your blog so much! Can I request Yoosung, Saeyoung, and Saeran reacting to another member locking them in a closet with MC because they just want them to get together already? You can make it as romantic as you want(ie: maybe some heated smooching;););)) Seriously, you guys are so sweet and funny. Your blog makes my day😭❤👏

Haha, no one’s ever called us funny before. Thank you! Hope you enjoy these~



Yoosung:

  • Saeran had been watching Yoosung mope around at the RFA party
  • The blond had been saying he was going to confess to you for awhile
  • But he had literally talked to you three times and said nothing
  • Saeran was sick of it
  • “Hey Chipmunk, are you going to grow a backbone or what?”
  • “No, no! I’ll do it tonight. I know I will!”
  • Saeran knew better, but he decided to help the boy a bit
  • So he told Yoosung to go get his coat from the coat closet…and he told you the same a few moments later
  • He sneaked behind the both of you when  you arrived and pushed you inside and locked the door
  • You start trying to find a way out, but Yoosung is getting flustered because he knows what Saeran did
  • You give up and lean your back against the wall
  • Yoosung is suddenly very aware of how close you are and he can already feel his face growing hot
  • You ask him if he’s okay, and he says he’s fine, but he’s super jittery
  • It’s very hard to keep your distance in a small space, so he ends up backing away from you and slamming his head into the hanging rack
  • He winces in pain and you instinctively bring your hand to the offending area
  • “Oh, no! Are you okay?”
  • He doesn’t respond, too distracted that you are only inches from your face
  • Gathering all the courage he can, he leans forward and pecks your lips
  • It’s like a shock of electricity jolts through you
  • He’s a blushing  mess even though it was only a few seconds of contact….but you could fix that
  • Cupping his face, you bring him down for another kiss, this one longer and more passionate
  • Just before things could get really heated, Saeran opened the door to check on you guys
  • He just throws his hands in the air, “Finally!”
  • You and Yoosung exchange sheepish glances before returning to the party hand in hand

Saeyoung:

  • The RFA was celebrating another milestone for Jaehee’s cafe, so they gathered there after closing to spend some quality time with her
  • Zen catches you and Saeyoung in a quiet moment
  • You had separated from the group to catch your breath, and Saeyoung had joined you
  • Zen watched as you two just talked quietly, and he saw Saeyoung look at you with that quiet admiration
  • He could tell you two liked each other, but neither one of you had bothered making a move so far….but maybe he could give you a little push
  • He asks if you two could find a supposedly secret surprise for Jaehee out of one of the small storage closet
  • You two go inside to search for it, and Zen quietly closes the door behind you and locks it
  • By the time you both realize it was a lie, you find the door locked and you two trapped in the cramped space
  • Saeyoung thinks it would be funny to tease you, so he tries to get really close to your face
  • You back up against the wall, and he casually leans his hand on the wall behind you thinking he has you super flustered
  • “We’re in a tiny space…alone…in dim lighting. What should we do?”
  • You decide to play along a bit and look up so your noses bump together
  • Your hand had gone to his chest to push him back, but then you noticed something
  • “Saeyoung, why’s your heart beating so fast?”
  • Suddenly he’s the flustered one, and his eyes can’t stop flitting down your lips
  • You’re also very aware of his warm breath fanning across your lips as he drew even closer
  • His breath hitches when your lips graze against each other, then before you know it, he captures your mouth with his and takes control
  • You were dazed when Saeyoung abruptly pulls away some time later
  • His hair is a mess and there’s still a little bit of your lipstick smudged on the edge of his mouth
  • But he just shoots you a smile, “Are you hungry? We should get some food.”
  • He crouches down and picks the lock so the door swings open
  • “Why didn’t you think about that before!”
  • “Sorry, it’s hard to think when I’m in a small space with you,” he mutters before rushing away, his face red
  • You blink a few times before going after him, “Are we not going to talk about what just happened? Saeyoung!”
  • Poor guy just needed some time to process things

Saeran:

  • Saeyoung was in physical pain watching Saeran pine after you
  • He could see he was head over heels for you, but he would never confess because of the guilt he harbored from his past
  • More than that, Saeran had been distancing himself from you
  • But Saeyoung had faith in his own efforts…and also the strong power of small spaces
  • He just grabs you and Saeran by your arms, drags you to the closet, and pushes you in
  • Neither of you say anything while this is happening because you’ve gotten accustomed to his shenanigans
  • Saeran waves his hand dismissively before trying to pick the lock…only to realize someone stole his tool from his pocket
  • When he turned to try to find another thing he could use, he found the closet completely empty except for the two of you
  • Saeyoung had planned well
  • Saeran started banging on the door, demanding to be let out
  • But you stop him, “Actually, I’ve been meaning to talk to you anyway.”
  • He’s already nervous being so close to you, but he calms down and agrees to listen
  • “I know you’ve been avoiding me,” you say. “I’m sorry if I’ve made you feel uncomfortable somehow, and if you need space it’s fine. Or…is it because there’s something wrong with me? Either way, I’ll back off if you want, I just want to–”
  • At this point, he grabs your face and kisses you full on the mouth
  • It takes you a moment to register when he pulls away
  • His words are jumbled and mixed as he stammers out a confession, and it doesn’t help that you’re kissing him at nearly every sentence
  • But somehow you understand and you can’t even express your happiness
  • After awhile, the fire dies down
  • He tangles his fingers with yours and your foreheads are pressed together
  • You exchange a few soft, delicate kisses before Saeyoung comes back to get you
  • The older twin is happy to see you two together, but makes a run for it before Saeran kills him
  • Saeran doesn’t go after him though
  • He turns to you and squeezes your hand gently, “Come on. I’ll take you home.”  

Check out our other headcanons~ Masterlist

1.“How did you managed to lose a thirty years old man in a supermarket?”

2.“Don’t you dare walk away from me!”

3.“You can’t live by quoting emo bands for the rest of your life”

4. “What’s up with her?”
“March 22”
“Oh God”

5. “Why would his husband kill him?”

6. “There’s no other way of making easy money. ”

“You never thought about prostitution, did you?”

7. “And she stole my last bit of–”
“Hope?”
“Chocolate”

8. “I may be a hacker but I’m no murderer.”
“The term is hunter”
“Don’t correct me”

9. “I’m sorry but Obama’s not coming back”

10.“You don’t drown people in public pools”

11.“Can we pass today’s ‘How to be a murderer’ lesson?”

12.“He’s gonna be fine”
“You threw him in a well!”

13.“I haven’t slept in six months, do you really want to put up with me?”

14.“Go home, you’re drunk”

15.“Stop touching my hair!”
“But it’s so soft!”

16.“We’re not going to a church with you dressed like that”

17.“I never thought of reading The Bible but I might rethink this life choice. And all my other life choices. I think I’m going in existential crisis, bye”

18.“Hello, hello! Can you hear me?”
“Stop quoting Lana del Rey, for the love of God!”

19.“It’s only interesting if you’re talking about Fall Out Boy”

20.“I’m not high, I’m just really tired”
21.“Don’t broke into people’s houses!”
“How’d you got here again?”

22.“I may be dangerous but have you met my wife?”

23.“Are you silently judging me?”

“Of course not, if I judge people I’ll make sure they hear me”

24.“I’m scared of her.”
“She’s nineteen”
25.“Don’t yell at me! When people yell at me I start yelling at people and I’m not sure you want to hear a Romanian yelling at you!”

26.“You did what?”

27.“I’m not saying she’s a gold digger, I’m saying she’s a… power digger”

28.“Can you stop crying?”
“MCR broke up four years ago, what do you mean stop crying?”

29.“The bad guy’s in jail, my uncle is in the Hospital recovering and I finally got my cigarettes back”

30.“We found her playing guitar in a Devil’s Trap”

31.“I don’t react good after earthquakes and you know it!”

32.“Why do you have a photo of you in Nazi clothes?”
“Aesthetic”

33.“I’m not saying you’re too old for the internet, I’m saying you’re too old to be cool on the internet.”

34.“Why is our sink made out of jelly and why is there orange juice instead of water?”

35.“You should really start packing your– Is that my laptop?”

36.“Is your brother in law seriously Satan?”

37.“Why do the Greek Gods have a restraining order against you?”

38.“What do you mean that’s not how to get tumblr popular?”

39.“Don’t listen to them, lyrics spam is always the answer.”

40.“How ‘bout you give up?”

I think it hit at the end

Writing Prompts.

• I’ve never been so shocked.
• Where can I find you?
• I’m obliged to do it.
• Why can’t you lie to them?
• Who should do it?
• I think we lost them.
• Can you examine it?
• It’s not at all similar.
• It was no coincidence.
• This is terrifying.
• It’s near us right now.
• Am I irritating you?
• Let’s just drive around.
• They were riding with us.
• How much is left over?
• It leads them inside.
• Where do you wander?
• I thought you were joking.
• Does it make you uncomfortable?
• Can we save a copy?
• Why would they come here?
• They did nothing.
• I don’t see any humans.
• It’s right there!
• They failed us a long time ago.
• Why have you done it, then?
• Who loves me the most?
• You ask good questions.
• You need to make up your mind.
• Where will they go?
• We’ve been painting it for years.
• It didn’t scare me at first.
• Did they even see me?
• Where are you running to?
• It wasn’t a coincidence.
• We won’t tolerate this.
• This is a little extreme, isn’t it?
• It’s very strange at night.
• We searched for you everywhere?
• I have an unusual number of brains.
• You lie about every little thing.
• Do you need them?
• They’ve been planning it the whole time.
• I don’t want to talk about it.
• We all regret something.
• It turned sinister then.
• They have no new information.
• Let’s go to the edge of the world.
• Isn’t it could out there?
• We found your card.
• Look at that conspiracy.
• We suspected them.
• Who was present?
• Every few minutes, a car goes by.
• They stole our hearts.
• Are those ghosts?
• Where do the dreams come from?
• He was there the entire time.
• I like your hair.
• Can I call him out on it?
• Are you wearing that?
• It made absolutely no sense.
• I’m so sorry for what I have to do.
• We need to get him involved.
• We’ll need to remove them.
• It’s been a long day.
• Can we release this information?
• We are falling apart.
• I don’t like the way they treat you.
• We need more publicity.

John and Sherlock both mutually agree to not have any Big Plans for Valentine’s Day. This is a relief for both of them- each case they’ve been on the for past week has been some Valentine-themed gimmick, and Sherlock thinks he’ll scream if he sees one more heart shaped box of chocolates. “The chocolates are poisoned. Jealous ex posing as a secret admirer. Really. Stop looking at me like that, if you dare give this a stupid title, I’ll-”

So, they go to bed with the promise that the most eventful thing happening the following day will be a massive takeaway, the extra portions the only hint that it’s a special occasion.

Except, when Sherlock wakes, John is not there. He stretches and rolls into John’s spot in bed- still warm. Can’t have wandered far then. He rolls back over to his side, and that’s when his head brushes against something on his pillow, a slight rustling sound. 

Sherlock frowns and sits up. Lying on his pillow is a small brown envelope, just the word Sherlock written on it with a ballpoint pen. Sherlock smiles at how the r and l loop together into a smudge, the ink not sympathetic to John being left-handed. 

He picks up the envelope and turns it over. And then, on the back, is written one last thing: S.W.A.L.K. It rings some sort of bell, and Sherlock thinks for a moment, before it comes to him:

Sealed

With 

Loving

Kiss

Sherlock’s stomach gives a pleasant little jolt, and while Sherlock does indeed know that John is very much a romantic, sometimes it still takes him by surprise. He breathes in and opens the envelope.

But, instead of a card, it’s a sheaf of papers, diligently folded over and over again so they could fit inside. Slowly, Sherlock unfolds them:

Dear Sherlock,

         Hello there. Thought you’d be a bit sick of the sight of cards after All That (sorry-can’t deny the public a pun in the blog title). So. I thought I’d try something different. 

I love you. And I’m going to tell you that, today, and tomorrow and every day to come. But here’s when I wanted to say it. Before.

God, I am actually really nervous about this. I hope it’s not- too much. Anyway. You’re sleeping like a log right now. Read this and then we can maybe get breakfast from the café?

Yours,

John.

Feeling a little light-headed, Sherlock turns the page over. And here, here are more words, a whole wonderful screed:

When I thought ‘I love you’ but didn’t say it (I’m sorry)

We’re laughing against the wall and it’s the best night of my life, and you smile with your eyes lighting up the whole world and tell me “Says the man at the door.”

When you opened that fortune cookie and it landed in your drink and I pretended not to notice.

When you thought no-one was watching and you helped that little girl who’d lost her parents during rush hour. (I was watching you from the window). 

When you didn’t run at the pool.

When you stole that ashtray.

The words blur on the page and Sherlock has to stop reading. He blinks and blinks and doesn’t mind if the occasional stray tear falls, not really. He knows, God how he knows John finds these sorts of things ‘difficult’ and the fact that he pushed past it all, and poured out… everything. It- it means- he can’t quite-

Sherlock’s fingers trace over John’s words, taking their time. “Me too,” Sherlock whispers. “I love you.”

He carefully sets the papers down, ready to find his John, ready to seal the start of the day with a very loving kiss of his own indeed.

Milkshakes & Fries

Originally posted by riverrdxle

Anon requests: hey omg i love ur writing so much i was just wondering if u could do a jughead imagine where reader is scared to tell him shes asexual and is making a big deal of ut and when jughead finally cpnvinces her to tell him he laughs which makes reader upset but hes actually laughing bc hes asexual too and cant believe she was making such a big deal out of it and just fluffy fluff THANKS

Pairing: Jughead x Reader (Platonic)

Description: (Y/N) always drinks her milkshake, so when she doesn’t touch it, Jughead knows something’s up

Warnings: one swear

Word count: 524

A/N: okay so I absolutely LOVE this prompt and I had so much fun writing it! sorry if it’s too short (and also the ending is pretty cheesy sorry), I figured short and sweet was the way to go for this prompt.  hope I did it justice!


We sat in our usual booth at Pop’s diner: Jughead had a laptop and some fries in front of him, whereas I had a barely-touched milkshake in front of me.  He noticed my lack of appetite and lowered the lid of his computer slightly.

“(Y/N),” he said, interrupting me from my thoughts.  “What’s wrong?”

“What?” I mumbled, looking up at him.  “Nothing, nothing, I’m fine, Jug.”  He raised his eyebrows and frowned, and I knew he didn’t believe me.  “I’m just not hungry, that’s all.”

“(Y/N), out of all the times we have come to Pop’s together, not once have you left your milkshake unfinished, nonetheless completely untouched.  Something’s wrong.”

“Nothing’s wrong, Jug,” I insisted.  “I’m totally fine.  I’m just stressed… about school.”  Jughead disbelievingly raised his eyebrows again.

“School?” he repeated, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.  “(Y/N), you’re smart and completely capable of mastering all your classes with ease. School is not the problem.”  I groaned, leaning my head back against the seat.

“Okay, fine, yeah,” I admitted, throwing my hands up in exasperation.  “There’s something that’s been bothering me lately.”

“What is it?” Jughead questioned.  I frowned and shook my head.

“I just… I’m not sure if I’m ready to talk about it yet.”  Jughead sighed but nodded in understanding, to which I replied to with a thankful smile. He returned back to his laptop, munching on his fries.  Occasionally, his eyes would flick up towards me.  At one point, he reached his hand out and stole some whipped cream off the top of my milkshake.  When I showed no reaction, he slammed his computer shut.

“Okay that’s it,” he commanded.  “I respect that you don’t feel comfortable telling me about your problems, (Y/N), but for fuck’s sake I just stole some of your whipped cream.  From your milkshake.  And you didn’t even react at all!”  I groaned and pulled my milkshake a little closer to me.

“Alright, Jug!” I exclaimed. “I’ll tell you!”  I sucked in a deep breath, studying Jughead’s face.  “Jug, I’m… I’m asexual.”  I clenched my eyes closed and turned away from Jughead, expecting harsh judgement.  However, to my surprise, he started laughing.  Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked at him.  “What?”

“Oh my god, (Y/N),” he tried to explain himself through his laughter, “I’m sorry.  I shouldn’t be laughing, but-” he paused again as he let out a couple more laughs, and then he calmed himself down.  “Sorry, sorry.  I’m just laughing because… well, because I’m asexual, too.”

“What?” I exclaimed.  “Seriously?”

“Yeah!” he replied, grinning from ear to ear.  “God, I’ve been waiting for the right time to tell you for a while.  So thanks for the opportunity.”  He laughed again, and this time I joined him.  Once our laughter finally died down, I took a sip of my milkshake.  He smiled. “See, wasn’t as bad as you thought, was it?”  I beamed at him.

“Not at all,” I laughed, stealing some of his fries.  He swatted my hand away but wore a huge grin on his face, and never had I been so thankful to have a friend as wonderful as Jughead.

Air Ducts and Secrets - Peter Parker x Reader Imagine

Word Count: 2,893

Plot: What goes on in the air ducts, stays in the air ducts.

Warnings: honestly its just fluff, cheesy comments, a new girl reference, one swear word (that’s censored), and more fluff. 

Author’s Note: So this is for the monthly song challenge but I literally only put two song lyrics from the song Tomorrow Never Dies by 5SOS. But that’s okay. I might do a part two depending on how well this does. PSA: I love New Girl.

(Lyrics are the sentences in italics)

Lilly’s Imagine

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skye07  asked:

Ohhh!!! you wrote the knitting Tony story!!!! I've been hunting that story for a long time!!! (was on a reading spree on your Tony tag, I'm having a swell of a time) So HOW ABOUT!! Someone finding or just ended up in Tony's stash room (it might be a floor if we are being honest, I would with his resources). I am salivating just imaginging the AMOUNT of yarn Tony must have collected, of all colours and types. Just, please. I would love you even more if you decide this prompt worthy~~

You mean that story I sent to bloody-bee-tea about Tony knitting? I’m surprised I haven’t written more Tony knitting, tbh. Hope you like it! Look out for under the cut!


Natasha had been investigating her new home when she stumbled into it. The room was gigantic, cube shelves covering the walls. Every single shelf had balls of yarn in it, starting with red in one corner and spreading in a circular rainbow of yarns, except for the few columns of shelves that were filled with needles, hooks, counters of some sort?

Natasha felt nervous for a reason she couldn’t explain. Perhaps because this room felt deeply personal? That the person who had set it up had taken time to organize it just right?

She stayed just long enough to tuck a gun under some soft yarn before she left. Each room needed at least one weapon hidden in it.


“Why would you ever need this in my stash?” Tony complained, shoving the gun into her hands. “You can use literally anything in there as a weapon. The straight needles can be used to stab people and the circular needles can be used as garrotes. My double-pointed needles can be used in close combat. And if your attacker is allergic to wool, he’s gonna be in for a bad time.”

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anonymous asked:

Can I request DAI party banter with a zevran that romanced a warden who's still alive?

As you wish, my dear anon! I’m sorry this has taken me a while to get to! There are just – so many possibilities given the many Origin’s in DA:O and the many fate’s of the Warden, even if they live. I hope these satisfy. 

Cassandra

If the Warden is King or Queen via any means. 

Cassandra: You are the lover of a monarch?

Zevran: (laughs) Oh yes. Why? Does it bother you Seeker?

Cassandra: I – I don’t know. I can’t decide if it is romantic – or terrible. 

If the Warden married Alistair to be Queen

Zevran: If it makes you feel better we are all quite friendly and close to one another. 

Cassandra: Close? How do you mean, close exactly?

Zevran: My dear Cassandra! Tsk tsk tsk, and here I thought you were a woman of faith! Asking for all the sordid details!

Cassandra: You are a menace.

Zevran: *sighs*

Cassandra: Does something trouble you, Zevran?

Zevran: Only that it has been six month’s since I have seen my warden. You know last time we were apart this long they hunted me down in an Antivan whorehouse and yelled at me for ten entire minutes? 

Cassandra: Why do I have a feeling that I’m going to regret asking? 

Cassandra: Why were you in a brothel? 

Zevran: Why I was visiting family of course! 

Varric

Varric: So, tweety. What’s this I heard about you and the Hero of Ferelden? *laughing* How did you two even meet?

Zevran: Ah, now that is a good story in fact! A rather taciturn sallow-faced fellow named Loghain –

Varric: – Trust me tweety, I’ve known enough Ferelden’s to know who you’re talking about. 

Zevran: Oh, good! Well, he hired me to kill the Warden. And Alistair, of course.

Varric: I’m sorry, you met by trying to kill them?

Zevran: (laughs) Ah, yes. It was a wonderful battle! Well what I saw of it anyway. Knocked me unconscious two minutes in. Lucky for me I was too charming to kill.

Varric: And now the two of you are lovers? *under his breath* and I thought Hawke’s love affairs were strange… 

Zevran: I hear you’re writing a romance serial my clever friend. 

Varric: Don’t try to butter me up, Tweety. And especially not over that pile of nug shit. Who even told you about it, Cassandra? 

Zevran: Ah, sadly no. Well, unless you count how I stole the copy from her pack, but that’s our secret, hm? I was merely wondering if you might like a few – pointers, so to speak. 

Varric: I’m not sure I want to go airing the sexual escapades of the Hero of Ferelden in my books – I like being alive. 

Zevran: *sighs* too bad for you then. My warden and I are very interesting people you know. 

Varric: Trust me, I can do without the details. 

  • jimin: why am i even in questioning? i didn't do anything :(
  • jungkook: [whips out suspiciously thin manila folder] it says here.. [squinting w/ fake glasses] that you were caught snatching something from a man called "jeon jungkook"
  • jimin: i was honestly just grabbing coffee, officer. idk who that is, nor did I take anything of his :((
  • jungkook: [passionately taking off glasses] don't lie, you stole his heart!
  • jimin: ...
  • jungkook: [completely serious] it's me. i'm jeon jungkook.
  • jimin: ....