i tried and it looks like shit never mind

“Show me instead." 

i say this every time, but seriously… read @tyranttortoise‘s Skeleton Squatters and the Landlady. this latest chapter is one of only innumerable reasons why it is forever in my top favorite fics, period.

… and talk about seeing fireworks with a kiss. <333 honestly red is my eternal weakness, and i’m not even mad about it.

Okay??? But??? Beauty and the Beast???

I just got done watching Beauty and the Beast, the new remake, with @icarus-will-rise and… wow… I think there were times I cut off the circulation in his hand I loved it so much

Let’s start at the beginning, shall we?
As usual, spoilers. This will be tagged as such tho.

• THE. CHOREOGRAPHY. AT. THE. BEGINNING. As a dancer, this was what made me instantly love the movie, like IT’S HISTORICALLY ACCURATE AND BEAUTIFUL AND??? WHY??? I LOVE IT SO MUCH
• C O S T U M I N G. I especially loved at the end that some of the servants still had face paint on their faces, like “oh yeah, that’s still there, it’s not like they’ve magically had their human faces cleaned while they’re not human or anything”
• speaking of the end, “Turn back into a clock. TURN BACK INTO A CLOCK.”
• and when the piano turned back he had no teeth? I approve
• also speaking of the end, HOT DAMN, Dan Stevens’ growl when Emma Watson asks him to grow a beard… like… damn… that was hawt
• THE TRANSITIONS FROM THE HUMANIZED OBJECTS INTO NORMAL OBJECTS MADE ME CRY. Cogsworth not being able to talk, Mrs. Potts’ face disappearing, Chip’s dish shattering (I GOT SO SCARED), Lumiere and Plumette, the dog with his legs up, just, AH
• Okay, unpopular opinion here, I didn’t love the songs all THAT much. The originals are better. Emma and Dan definitely did a great job recreating the songs and all, but I think we can all agree the original “Beauty and the Beast” by Angela Lansbury smashes the new one to pieces, right?
• However, on that note, the new songs were pretty good and fit right into the soundtrack in everything from background music to lyrics. Evermore was good, but the one in the movie was def better than the credits one, I mean, come ON, guys.
• Okay, back to the movie–
• LeFou.
• L E F O U.
• Props to the casting director for ALL of his/her choices (Emma Watson could not have made a better Belle if she spent DECADES preparing for this role), but OH MY GOD JOSH GAD AS LEFOU.
• I don’t know WHO saw Olaf in Frozen and went, “This snowman would make a great gay sidekick for Gaston”, but whoever did, I love them.
• Speaking of LeFou, he went through some GREAT character development. From being completely obsessed with Gaston at the beginning (telling the Bimbettes they didn’t have a chance, talking to an imaginary Gaston in the mirror, calming Gaston down with thoughts of the war <which was HILARIOUS btw>, winking during “Gaston”) to actually having a backbone after they tie Maurice up in the woods (you can see him begin to shift his alignment, and lose his love for Gaston, there) to finally being like “yeah, screw this, Gaston wouldn’t save me from a falling talking piano with key teeth missiles, I'mma help the talking teapot spraying my fellow villagers instead”. I LOVED LeFou.
• You know who else loved LeFou? THE DRAG QUEEN. I know he’s either Tom, Dick, or Stanley, and I think it would be pretty ironic if he was Dick. I’ll have to check when it comes out on DVD since I wasn’t really paying attention, and by GOD I loved that little hint that they ended up together during the dance at the end.
• Anyway, back to the plot
• Those wolves were TERRIFYING
• Also, I don’t know about you guys, but instantly when I saw the beggar lady I was like “she’s gonna be important”. It was when she rescued Maurice I knew she was the enchantress in disguise, don’t ask me how, I just knew. They wouldn’t put a character in there randomly unless she was essential to the storyline, so I guess that’s why I guessed that.
• …did I mention LeFou was by far my favorite?
• But Emma Watson came in as a close second. By GOD, she was a great Belle. Her reaction to that library was tbh exactly how I would’ve reacted.
• Like I said, casting was spot-on amazing.
• You could FEEL the angst radiating off of Beast.
• Maurice was great, not as kooky as the original but I like him better as a sad artist.
• ^By the way, Belle’s parents’ backstory had me in tears. The plague representation was so accurate and answered SO many questions of mine.
• Also, Gaston was really good
• He actually tried to woo Belle a little instead of being like “I’m so great, you should totally marry me just for my looks and charm and hunting skills and my luxurious hair”
• He gave her flowers, sorta kinda pretended to be interested in her books, and seemed genuinely interested in saving her when the townsfolk were being mean so at the beginning I was sorta like “gee, why’s Belle being so rude and shit”, which was the only reason I didn’t like the change in Gaston’s behavior
• Then he started being a dick to her dad and I was like “whoops never mind”
• Umm,,, the fight against the villagers was really great?? Mrs. Potts seeing her husband (who was the citizen with the most sense, let’s be honest here) and falling from the chandelier, the boiling tea, THE DRAG QUEENS, Chip being a badass smol, Lumiere’s fireworks display, Plumette dusting people’s faces and the piano being heroic by trying to cover the door? It was A+
• Also “GRANDMOTHER?!?!?1?????!!??!!”
• Le Fou… the gay is strong with this one…
• Basically, I loved Beauty and the Beast’s live action remake, 10/10 would watch again.

• My only problem is her dress, really. My only GIANT problem, that is.
• They didn’t include the dog in “Beauty and the Beast” (the song), but fine, I’ll forgive that
• My major problem is that dress
• Okay, fine, it’s got the appliqués, but WHERE IS THE NECKLINE
• We demand the truth
• (Side note: what is it with Emma Watson’s dresses being inaccurate in movies because this is now the second one???)

anonymous asked:

7 minutes in heaven for Katsuki bakugou???????

This was fun, a little nsfw happened but nothing major but just to be safe I did under the cut because long post ! (*^▽^*)ゞ

Bakugou, Katsuki

You couldn’t believe you were about to play seven minutes in heaven with Bakugou of all the boys in the dorm, he was just so happened to be forced to play that round by Kirishima and of course when it was your turn, you had to land on him. The glare he shot at you before getting up and stomping hurriedly into the closet made your heart sink into your chest, which began to pound loudly wherever it landed. You gulped down the sudden lump in your throat before lifting slowly off the ground, hesitating to move when you realized what would be happening when that door closed. Your red face snapped over to Mina, “d-do I really have to k-ki-i-i—-!?” you couldn’t even speak the words, feeling your whole body flush red now. You gripped onto the bottom of your pajama shorts, ruffling the fabric in your nervous clutch, while you did this everyone giggled at the question, a few of your classmates already went, who stayed quiet, still phased by kissing the other. Without any words from the pink girl, Mina jumped up and began to push you towards the closet.

“I-If I had to kiss Kaminari…… of all the boys in this dorm….. YOU can kiss Bakugou! At least you LIKE him!” Mina’s cheeks were puffed out of annoyance but they were dusted with her own blush. Kaminari was the one to mention the game to the group of bored students who decided to stay up late, Mina was the first to agree and managed to pair up with him on the first round.

Trying to not go into that closet, you tried to use your slippers but the floors were too slippery, “w-wait!”

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take this burden - part 29

[ pockets full of no - coast modern ]


Jian Yi’s phone chimed.

‘I’m going to go assure the new bouncer that Zhengxi isn’t here on a bust. I’ll be right back.’

Mo Guan Shan and Janie nodded.

‘Thank god he won’t be finding the opium den in the back, right?’ Mo Guan Shan joked.

‘No opiates, but they’d probably be pissed about Julio’s stash.’

‘Of opium?’ He asked in surprise.

She laughed.

‘No opium. He mostly just deals weed and hallucinogens in the back.’

‘I…can’t tell if you’re joking.’

‘Not at all.’ She assured him.

‘He’s one of the only reasons we keep this place running.’

‘You have an onsite drug dealer?’

She smiled, pouring two more drinks.

‘How long have you been here?’

‘In Las Vegas?’ He asked.

‘Yes. In Las Vegas.’

‘Oh…a little over two months.’

‘You’ve been here for two months and we haven’t met you?!’ She demanded.

‘I just met He Tian on Monday.’

She handed out the drinks she’d been making and stood in front of him again.

‘You MET him on Monday?’


‘Like…last Monday?’


‘Seven days ago?’


She studied him intently.

‘All jokes aside, how the fuck did you…’ She gestured in the direction He Tian had left, at a loss.

‘I honestly don’t know. It’s only just setting in how weird it apparently is.’

‘Even with-’

‘Even with Jian Yi and Zhengxi, yeah.’ He finished for her.

She furrowed her brow, turning away to take orders, continuing the conversation immediately when she came back.

‘Did you guys meet on a dating site or something?’

Mo Guan Shan laughed.

‘No, he just stumbled upon me.’

‘That’s crazy.’

He understood her confusion it seemed pretty normal at this point, but it was starting to get to him.

Mo Guan Shan wasn’t necessarily an insecure person, but…damn.

‘Am I not good enough for him, or something?’ He asked, trying to keep any bitterness out of his tone.’

She paled.

‘No, no, no that is NOT what I meant! I didn’t mean to-’

He held a hand up to silence her.

‘It’s ok, I’m just trying to figure it out.’

‘I mean…I can tell you if you actually want to hear it.’

‘I do.’

Did he?

‘I don’t want you to stop liking him or anything…’

‘Don’t worry about that.’

She nodded, taking few more orders before pulling her own stool up behind the bar.

‘Alright. Well, I was one of the first people he hired. I’ve been here since it opened and I, like everyone, totally fell for him. I mean, he’s smart and funny, and one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen…’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

All true.

‘Please keep in mind that I was barely 21 at this point and thought I was just the shit.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled.

She looked away.

‘So I…tried to get with him.’


‘He didn’t go for it. Turned me down immediately and never brought it up again.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded, encouraging her to continue.

‘Well, I was pretty insecure at the time from a few weird situations and assumed…’ She trailed off.

‘Assumed…’ Mo Guan Shan prompted.

‘I assumed he wasn’t into black girls. I know now that it was a ridiculous conclusion and I really hurt his feelings when I accused him.’

‘Alright, so he wasn’t into the girls he hired?’ Mo Guan Shan asked.

‘Nope. He’s always been a perfect gentleman with his employees. So, for awhile, we all assumed he was just a really nice guy.’

‘Maybe he just wanted his relationships to be private?’ Mo Guan Shan suggested, already knowing that wasn’t the case.

‘I don’t know, man. He’s here LITERALLY all the time. There was no way he could find time to keep up a healthy relationship.’

‘So, you realized you were wrong? About the gentleman part?’

The nodded, looking around to make sure no one was listening in.

‘Yeah. When business started to pick up, he went home with someone new on a regular basis. Mostly men but a there were some women in there too. It wasn’t a big deal, it’s not like he’s the only one that does it.’

‘I’m not seeing your point here.’

‘My point is, it’s odd to know someone for years and never see them even go home with the same person twice. So, you can imagine how odd it seems.’

Mo Guan Shan found he had no response to that.

She continued.

‘These last few days are the longest He’s ever been gone. A few of us honestly thought something awful had happened. Jian Yi had to come in and set the record straight.’

‘What did Jian Yi say?’

‘That he was on vacation. Which sounded like total bullshit.’


She regarded him skeptically.

‘God, you really did just meet him. He’s not really the VACATION type. He won’t even take two days off in a row. He gives us all the holidays off and handles everything alone. It’s insane.’


‘Yeah. So, since Monday, he’s only been here a few times and was clearly itching to leave. And then he up and leaves for several days. And then comes back with some mystery man. Tell me that’s wouldn’t surprise you.’

‘You’re right, I’m sure it would.’ Mo Guan Shan agreed.

‘Has he been with you the whole time?’ Janie asked.

Mo Guan Shan thought about that for a moment.

‘With the exception of a few hours here and there, yeah.’

Her expression was difficult to read.

‘Are you an asshole?’ She asked seriously.

‘Not… to my knowledge. Why?’

‘Because I don’t know how to give the if-you-hurt-him speech.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled.

‘Consider it given.’

They regarded each other in silence.

She turned away to take a few more orders.

He finished his drink.

She brought him a beer.

‘What happened to Jian Yi?’ He asked.

She nodded to his right.

Jian Yi was leaning against the wall a few feet away from the door.

Zhengxi propped himself up with a hand next to Jian Yi’s head.

The pose would normally be construed as intimate, but Zhengxi’s uniform made it look vaguely threatening.

People were watching them uncomfortably.

Honestly, it was hilarious.

Mo Guan Shan pulled his phone from his pocket, typing out a quick text.

Seconds later, Jian Yi pulled his from his pocket and began to laugh, holding the phone for Zhengxi to see.

They both looked to Mo Guan Shan.

Zhengxi took Jian Yi in his arms, kissing him passionately.

The audience they’d gathered applauded.

Jian Yi bowed.

Zhengxi laughed, embarrassed but ever indulgent.

‘Are you going to be working here?’ Janie asked suddenly.

‘I think so, yeah.’

‘What are you going to be doing?’

‘I’m not sure.’

‘Come be a bartender!’ She suggested excitedly.

‘I tried that once. It did not go well.’

‘Well that’s because you weren’t trained by me.’

He hesitated.

‘I actually have no idea what he has planned for me.’

‘If you have a choice, promise you’ll come bartend with me.’

‘Why would you even want me to?’ He asked, honestly baffled.

‘Oh, let’s see…’ she began sarcastically.

‘So far, you seem have a great attitude, fantastic sense of humor, and you’re absolutely gorgeous…’

‘All good points.’ Came a voice from behind him.

‘He Tian! Please tell me he’s going to be a bartender! Look at all the trouble he’s already caused. He’s perfect!’

He Tian laughed.

‘While his penchant to start trouble becomes him, I have a few positions he can choose from-’

‘And one of them is bartender?!’ She demanded.

‘Yes, Jane. One of them is bartender. Get back to work.’

She saluted him, turning back to her customers.

He Tian led him to a small office in the back of the bar.

He Tian sat behind the desk.

Mo Guan Shan sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs across from him.

He Tian sorted through one of the many stacks of paper.

‘I am just now remembering that I don’t have your resume or any paperwork for you and this is completely pointless.’

‘Oh…I can pull my resume up online if you want, but none of my past jobs are remotely related.’

‘We can pretend you did that.’

‘I can give you some references…’

‘We can pretend you did that also.’

Mo Guan Shan nodded.

‘That works for me.’

‘Alright, what I need is…I don’t want to call it… I haven’t been actively trying to hire anyone because…’


‘I need an assistant. Not like someone to bring me coffee, just someone that can talk to my employees without making them cry. Try as I might, that is not my strong suit and everyone that works here is either an asshole or crazy.’

‘Why me?’

‘Well, everyone I’ve introduced you to seems to adore you right off the bat and, so far, you’re only outwardly cruel to me.’

‘You’re not going to say I’m not crazy.’

‘No. I’m pretty sure you’re out of your mind.’

‘That’s fair. So what does the position entail?’

‘Mostly just helping me keep track of paperwork and bills, reminding me to do things I promised to do, talking to people for me. Stuff like that. Technically it’s filed under ‘manager’ so you’d be getting a manager’s pay as well as benefits after a month.’

‘I’ll take it.’ Mo Guan Shan told him with a small smile.

‘Really? You don’t want to think about it first?’

‘Nope, I’m in.’

He Tian could stop his smile as he passed Mo Guan Shan some papers to sign.

‘When do I start?’

‘It’s a salaried position, so technically…’

He took the papers from Mo Guan Shan and finished up his own signatures.

‘…right now.’

Mo Guan Shan stood and walked behind the desk.

He Tian was expecting a hug or a handshake or some other of gesture of gratitude.

Instead, he stopped directly in front of him.

He Tian sat back in his chair, wishing he’d bought one with wheels so he could more easily put some distance between them.

Mo Guan Shan leaned back against the desk.

‘So, this is the part where I do you some kind of sexual favor, right?’ He asked as casually as one would ask about the weather.

He Tian closed his eyes and took a deep breath before opening them again.

‘Unfortunately, no.’

Mo Guan Shan smiled, stretching his arms above his head

‘Too bad, maybe next time.’

He Tian looked down at the strip of exposed shit between his jeans and shirt, catching a glimpse of silver where his pants had started to slip.

Oh fuck.

‘I thought you said you weren’t going to wear those.’

Mo Guan Shan lowered his arms, looking down at He Tian and following his gaze.

He lifted the front of his shirt again, slowly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them to expose enough of the garment to confirm He Tian’s suspicions.

‘These?’ he asked innocently.

‘Yes. Those.’

He Tian’s voice was strained and rough.

He knew he should look away.

He should stand up and walk out of the office…

‘No, I said I wouldn’t wear the sequined ones. These are just silver.’

He Tian was at a complete, desperate, loss as Mo Guan Shan toyed with the waistband of his thong.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.

He Tian moved forward in the chair, spreading his legs to get as close to Mo Guan Shan as possible.

He put one hand on his thigh, using the other to pull the front of the ridiculous underwear and placed several wet, open-mouthed, kisses from the hollow of his hip to the crease of his thigh, shivering at the sensation of smooth skin under his tongue.

He shaved.

Of-fucking-course he did.

‘Oh my God.’ Mo Guan Shan whispered, running his fingers through his dark, silky hair.’

He Tian froze, pulling back suddenly.

Mo Guan Shan was beautifully flushed and practically panting.

‘Why are you doing this to me?’ He Tian asked with a groan.

Mo Guan Shan adjusted himself, fixed his jeans, and leaned forward, bracing himself on the back of He Tian’s chair and whispered in his ear.

Queen of Hearts

Well hello there, I am Jervis trash and this is the result of it.  This loosely based on a post I made and I just couldn’t get it out of my head.  Enjoy! 

Jervis Tetch x Reader 

Originally posted by itberice

Jervis Tetch always had a problem with respecting other peoples’ privacy.  So, when he found himself following a young woman by the name of Y/N around the dreary streets of Gotham, it was just a typical Tuesday for him. She worked at the local bookstore he frequented and the two would make small talk during her break while he sipped his tea.  Jervis was smitten in no time with her and soon found himself resorting back to his stalker tendencies.  

There were many reasons why he enjoyed her.  Y/N was beautiful no doubt, but he also loved her sense of humor and the way she had no filter around the people she was comfortable with.  She intrigued him and Jervis realized he needed to make her his.

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out of sight, within reach
By Organization for Transformative Works

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

Summary:  Katsuki needs to deal with the fact that he’s in love with his best friend sooner or later and he knows that. Needless to say, this is not Katsuki’s area of expertise.

Word count:  10458

This is my fanfic for the @bnhasummerexchange, a gift to @shipeo

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Beauty and the Beast

A/n: First of all, I am well aware this song did not exist in Hamiltime, but I write so many modern AUs, I thought I would try a Hamiltime fic. I just took a few creative liberties, but so did Lin-Manuel Miranda so  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Second of all, this request was just for the song, but I kind of used the plotline to give the fic some depth.

Pairing: Lafayette x reader

Warning: awkward French

Requested: Yes, @kate-lionheart requested a songfic with Beauty and the Beast. (I hope this is close to what you wanted) 

Requests are super open and appreciated. 

Word Count: 1143



Y/n thought New York City was a beautiful place to live, even in the middle of a revolution. It was far more liberal than any other cities when it came to women’s rights. This was especially important to Y/n, who came from the ever so respected and prominent Y/l/n family. Her closest friend, Angleica Schuyler, and herself would often go around town, passing out pamphlets urging a revolution, but also a revelation. They advocated strongly for rights of man to be extended to women, particularly the right to knowledge.

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Hard to Get (Lucifer Morningstar x Reader)

Imagine Lucifer Morningstar being sad and thinks that you will never want to have him as a boyfriend. - @askrosemarymckneal


Word Count: 290

Warnings: None

You walked in Lucifer’s club and descended the stairs to find him sitting and sipping on his liquor. You walked next to him and sat down. “Morning Lucifer.” Maze had a bitter look on her face and she immediately walked away as she saw you. “What’s up with her?” You asked Lucifer who sipped on his cup, trying to drink what was bothering him away.

“Are you okay?” You put your hand on his shoulder; you felt him shiver through his white shirt. He turned around to look at you. “Y/N, can I ask you something?” He put the glass back on the counter.

“Do you think I’m attractive?” You were taken aback by his question; you cocked your eyebrow and let out a light laugh. No shit Sherlock! You’ve got the accent, the looks and the charms and for Hell’s sake you’re the devil. Who doesn’t like a little danger? “Yeah…why?” You tried to act natural.

“It’s because…never mind.” He stopped but you wanted to know more.

“Now you have to tell me!” He let out an audible sigh and he rubbed his hands together.

“Do you like me?” His eyes bored into yours, making your breathing heavier. You tried coaxing your words out. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Because I never seemed to get under your skin…or under your sheets to be exact.”

“Maybe you’re playing the game wrong Lucifer; you should know how it’s supposed to be played.” You winked at him. His eyes widened and his lip curled.

“You little minx…you’ve been playing me this whole time! And I’ve spent all this time thinking that you weren’t into me.” You got to your feet and giggled.

“Well done Lucifer.”

Originally posted by fyeslucifer

BTS Reaction to You Having A Hairy Butt

(not requested but it’s not supposed to be a serious one so don’t get offended) 


“I mean I will still love you even if you have a hairy butt, it’s just different. I’ve never seen someone with a hairy butt before.” 

~ “Jin you act like you can get anybody.”

“But I am worldwide handsome.” 

Originally posted by bwiseoks


“Listen, if you are happy with it then so am I.” *low key thinks it’s cute* 

Originally posted by minyoongiaesthetic


“Hair? Where? I didn’t even notice. Are you sure?” *doesn’t want you to worry about it*

Originally posted by omojinyounghobi

Rap Monster/Namjoon: 

“Yeah, I noticed. I mean as a personal preference I don’t like it, but if you don’t care then I don’t care. It’s not going to stop me from beating that-” 

~ “Namjoon I swear to god!” 

“I’m sorry.” 

Originally posted by rapnamu


“Um, I didn’t realize it was a problem. Mind if I look at your butt again?” 

~ “Jimin, no.” 

“I tried?” 

Originally posted by nnochu


“What?” *completely oblivious**gif* 

~ “Tae, you never noticed?” 

“I mean it’s always been dark. I can’t see in the dark, Jagi.” 

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie


*thinks you’re joking* “Hairy butt? Really?” 

Originally posted by jeonwilds

anonymous asked:

Okay at some point Carolina and wash go back to the wreckage of the moi and go to their lockers and rooms. Carolina hears a sudden scream and rushes to check on wash. He's found his heelies and skateboard. Carolina groans and laughs

When Dylan tells them about the wreckage on Sidewinder—says that it’s still there, abandoned, waiting—Carolina and Wash exchange a look.

The island has been peaceful. Quiet, but not in a way that’s reminiscent of empty halls, corridors for ghosts to pass through. The wind whispers at night through the trees, but the cadence is soft. Soothing. The shadows are not thick with despair here. Rain falls, not in a deluge, but light showers, leaving the air fresh afterwards. Clean. 

They like it here. They’ve adjusted to lush green, to damp earth and blue skies. Neither are prepared for the unforgiving, frozen hell they each left behind.

They both still know they have to go.

and then we’re skipping the fucking angst we’re not gonna talk about it

well actually there is this:

The trek up to the crash site is quiet. 

Every time Carolina expects Epsilon to end the silence, she has to remind herself he’s gone.

soRRY!! moving on:

No fucking way,” Wash says, voice cracking.

Carolina ignores the fear that grabs her throat in a vise. There’s no one here. There’s no one here. Still, her feet drag her closer, as though behind that locked door—bashed in by who knows what, barely hanging on to its hinges now that Wash has forced it open—is some kind of threat. “What?”

Wash laughs, and it sticks in his throat, like the lump that’s been sitting in hers has managed to occupy two spaces at once. “I don’t believe it.”

She steps around the door, and groans. 

It’s his skateboard—and the ridiculous shoes he was so fond of. 

She rolls her eyes. “Seriously?” You scared me, asshole. It wasn’t rational. But a lot of things about this place weren’t.

Wash laughs again; though she doesn’t, Carolina has to admit, his amusement is contagious. It’s good to see him laugh, though she knows it must have hurt, suddenly facing yet another relic of simpler times. 

“I kind of want to bury them,” he says. 

Now she’s laughing. “That is so fucking dramatic.” She wishes Epsilon were here to have heard that. “Besides, you hate snow.”

Their helmets are on—it’s fucking cold—but she can almost see the smile touching his lips, just barely there, cradled in the corner of his mouth. “I really do.”

“Just take them,” she says, tugging gently at his elbow. She wants to leave, while there’s still a good note to end this on. “You can teach Caboose to skate.”

Laughter stutters out of him once again. “That’ll be a fucking mess.”

“It will,” she says. “He’ll love it.”

Caboose accidentally snaps the board in half, but Wash can’t say he really minds.

I fell in love with a girl and when I looked at her, all I could think was, this is my forever. And I thought that if I could etch her into my bones deep enough, or stitch her into my heart tight enough, she would never go.

I drank her love and could feel my insides drowning in it as if it were a pool and no matter how hard I tried to swim it just always felt like I had a cinder block attached to my ankle.

She made me feel something. She made me forget about all the fucked up shit that goes on in my mind and everyday life. I was selfish in some ways but I loved her. God, did I love her.

When we were together all we wanted was to grow together, as one… but it seemed like our roots just kept growing farther and farther apart. Like they were not only running, but dead sprinting away from one another. No matter how hard we tried the only thing we managed to make grow was a disaster. And eventually our future that was supposed to last forever turned out to be nothing more than a couple years.

I etched so hard and deep into my bones that I just ended up breaking all of them. The stitches came loose. The “forever” turned into falling asleep dreaming about other things, just anything and everything that wasn’t me. Instead of “I love you” it’s “I regret” and “you need to start treating me right.” All the “you’re so beautiful and I am more than in love with you.” started sounding more like “you’re not the same person I fell in love with.”

I used to think that the smell of you that lingered on the sweatshirts you always would let me wear was the most amazing thing in the world. Now I’m not even sure if the scent is truly yours or someone else’s.

When love decides it’s time to go people seem to only focus on the bad memories and shut out the good. What you and I once craved more than anything, now fights to barely be noticed. But I guess with you gone time will go on… It has to. I’ll make my peace and as much as it tears me apart to say… I pray you will too.


Request: !!! Can I request a Jimin fluff? Um, hm, if you need a sentence: “stop playing with fire.” (i just came up with it off the top of my head LOL). Anyways, have a great day! You can skip this request if you’re getting swamped, haha.

REMEMBER WHEN WE TALKED ABOUT HOW I DON’T HAVE ANY INSPIRATION FOR JIMIN? WELL IT HAS HIT ME. but i hope you’re not too disappointed w the scenario lmao it sucks. actually i hardly have any request besides yours lmfao. @optosomnio// @nierchi   

Originally posted by shimseulran

Park Jimin. 1.4k words. angel demon!au. fluff.

{n.} An irresistible impulse to set things alight.

There’s totally no problem with having a crush, except that yours happens to be an angel that’s all about getting in the way of your misadventures.

Jimin dives forward, only barely able to swat the fireball away by a few seconds before it hits the oblivious brunette that’s calling out a customer’s name to get the drink they ordered. The fireball goes tumbling onto the floor but before it sets the entire ground alight, he snaps his fingers and a gust of wind stirs around the shop out of nowhere and puts the fire out.

“Aw shucks. I almost got him.” You pout in dismay, dangling your legs off the table you’re sitting on.

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anonymous asked:

24. “It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.” with ryuji! honestly it'd be funny whether he's saying it or if it's directed at him

*finds a dictionary
hm… funny…
*flips through the pages
funny, funny….
*googles it
aha! here it is
*results display
did you mean angst?

Ryuji hears the bustle downstairs as he stirs from his bed. It’s bright outside, he can tell, but his head is swimming and something is telling him he’s woken up a little bit earlier than normally. There’s a bit of a fumble as he reaches for his phone, and when he unlocks it to find the screen flashing with three bright digits (6:02) he buries his face into his pillow and groans. Why are you up this early? He thinks, and double checks the other side of his bed to make sure that the one bustling about downstairs is in fact you, and not some kind of burglar. (Or worse, his mother coming home early).

He’s still in his boxers when he makes the decision to find out just what the hell you’re doing, and he thanks himself profusely for having the foresight to draw the blinds closed the previous night. When he finds you, you’re in the kitchen, crouched over the cabinet and searching for something.

“What are you doing, man?” He asks, and you snap to face him like you’ve been caught red-handed.

“I – I’m just-” you start, but whatever words you had fail you, you resort to rubbing your arm self-consciously instead. “Sorry. Probab’ly shouldn’t be digging around in your kitchen,” you mumble, slurring your words together a little. There’s a woozy sway to the way you move, and Ryuji tries to figure out whether he’s just imagining the way you’re resting your weight on the cabinet.

“How long have you been awake for?” He questions further. You hang your head low, and he thinks that probably translates to ‘longer than I’m willing to admit.’ Admittedly, last night was hard for everyone, and Joker’s decision to split off for the day and put off sending the calling card was probably a wise one. Akechi might not have been a good person in Ryuji’s eyes, after all, but there was still something jarring about his death – about the way your eyes widened at the second gunshot.

He walks a little closer to you. You make a poor effort of hiding something that’s clasped in your fingers, and Ryuji questions you about it immediately. He’s a little worried, if he’s honest, because you were kind of a wreck when you asked (tears veiling your eyes) if he could take you home with him for the night, and he can tell from the way his pulse quickens that he’s on edge.

“What are you holding?” He asks. You can’t help but feel like you’re being interrogated. It’s with a bit of a grimace that you pull out a small bottle vodka, almost finished to completion.

“Just a drink,” you say.

There’s a sigh of relief you don’t notice.

“Vodka? Seriously?” Ryuji leans down to where you’re crouched over on the floor, and holds his hand out for the bottle. You clutch it a little tighter, and refuse to hand it over.

“Actually, this one’s mine. I had it on me yesterday when I came,” you explain. Ryuji is still holding his hand out, so you bring the bottle closer inwards. “It’s not from your kitchen or anything. I came down to refill it, but I haven’t even found anything to refill it with, so the stuff inside is mine too.”

“Yeah, I know,” he says. It’s not difficult to tell he’s tired: his voice is raspy and uneven, and he’s still rubbing away the sleep in his eyes with one hand while the other is outstretched, waiting for you to hand the bottle over. “We don’t have anythin’ like that at home, so you wouldn’t have found anything even if you turned the house upside down.”

“Then why d’you want it?”

You can see him get a little annoyed, and you wonder why, because he didn’t seem to get angry at you for going through his kitchen or leaving him alone in the bed, so it doesn’t make sense to you that he’d be getting mad at you now.

“I just don’t want to see you with it,” he says. “I don’t think you should be drinking right now.”

You’re a little woozy from the alcohol, and you can feel it’s warmth in your stomach. When you don’t respond, he reaches over to you and tries grabbing it from your loosely dripped fingers.

You react almost immediately. “I’m not handing it over,” you bite at him, and his brows furrow angrily.

“It’s six in the morning. I ain’t letting you drink vodka.” He makes a move towards you again, and you back away so fast you hit your hit your head against the cabinet and yelp in pain. Still, Ryuji doesn’t relent, and he pins you against it for as long as it takes to wrestle the bottle from your grip. When he withdraws, you don’t say anything for a little while. You can still feel the places in your shoulders where he pressed against you, and honestly, the force he used comes at quite a shock.

Ryuji’s strong, you know that; He’s always been strong. But he’s also always been gentle with you. There’s little of that gentleness now; it’s been replaced by something more intense, something more determined. You try to think about it through the haze, try to figure out why he’s looking at the bottle of vodka and flipping it over like he’s holding a grudge against it, but all that comes out is irritation.

“I just had a guy my age get shot right in front of me, Ryuji. It’s not the end of the world if I have a little drink.”

He holds the bottle a little tighter, and looks at it like he’s trying to figure out who’s right. When you claw in his direction to get it back however, he puts it behind his back, out of your way.

He makes his mind up. 

“Look, I know it was bad. But drinking ain’t a way to deal with that shit, y’know? Just, talk to me or somethin’.” There’s something so sweet in the way he tries to reason with you – something pained in his eyes when he looks at you. He puts the vodka away on a counter somewhere, and uses his free hands to hold yours.

“If you couldn’t sleep last night, all you had to do was wake me up. Like, you know I’d never get mad at you for anythin’ like that,” he says, and you know he’s being honest. Even last night, you can remember Ryuji as he pulls you into him and gives you a pair of his pajamas - does nothing more than hold you safely at the waist. (He does not even suggest anything sexual, even though you remember as he awkwardly inches you away from his boxers when you lay next to him, like he has something to hide.)

It’s sweet. Just sweet.

Something inside of you twists, and you have gather your courage by looking down before you can meet his glassy eyes.

A bit of your hair hangs in front of your face, so he pulls it to the side and behind your ear. “Just-” he starts, and there’s a lump in his throat that makes the next word hard to vocalise. “Don’t use this shit to deal with your problems, alright? I don’t want you to end up like him.”

The sincerity in the way he’s holding you keeps you quiet. Gentle, sweet Ryuji is back, and gentle, sweet Ryuji leans down to press your forehead against his. He kisses you on the lips, and he doesn’t even realise he’s crying until he can taste the salt on his tongue.

“Oh man,” he pulls away, and among the tears he’s smiling, laughing, wiping at his nose. “Tears and vodka don’t mix, huh?”

nihonlove  asked:

15: "In my defense, you did leave me unsupervised." for Phichit & Yuuri and/or Detroit Fam (because let's face it...)

so like,,,,, i had one idea partially written for this but it wasn’t quite working and then i wrote this one for man from uncle au @xyloophones and i accidentally made in like an hour so *jazz hands real smooth*
set in the early early days of when the team became a thing

Viktor raises an eyebrow at the chaos sprawled across the opulent hotel room. There’s more wires than carpet by this point, furniture crammed against the walls to make room for the literal minefield of gear between Phichit and Yuuri and everything else.

Phichit sits upright in the center of the mess. A glass of whisky sits by his knee, computer chips tangled in wires in front of him, and Yuuri lays next to him, pliers and wire cutters for Phichit resting on his back. Phichit has a screwdriver behind one ear and tiny screws poke out from behind his teeth like deformed fangs. He’s disconcertingly unworried about the literal bomb in his lap.  “In our defense-” Phichit begins.

“-You did leave us unsupervised,” finishes Yuuri, not looking up from his current project. He has a bracelet of colorful wires and a charming grease stain on his nose. Viktor bites back his offer to wipe it off for him.

Viktor cautiously nudges a…something by his foot. It doesn’t explode, fortunately, but it also sparks violently and Viktor takes a careful step aside. “I literally bugged both of you.”

Phichit’s head snaps up and he gasps. “You don’t trust us?! We’re a team Viktor, how are-”

Viktor holds up a hand. He pulls a pile of bugs from his pocket and starts tossing them, one by one. “These. Are. American. Made.”

Yuuri, who’s still buried fiddling with the…whatever it is, snorts. Phichit doesn’t look the slightest bit ashamed as he dumps the handful of listening devices into his box. 

Viktor artfully fluffs his hair, only slightly wilting when he realizes Yuuri isn’t looking. “Well then. Since we’re all friends here, I don’t supposed you’d mind giving mine back then?”

“Can’t,” Yuuri grunts. 

Viktor pouts. “But Yuuriiiii~”

Yuuri finally looks up. He pushes his boxy glasses up with one finger while still holding wire strippers. Viktor never knew wire strippers could be sexy before. “We literally can’t give them back. We used them to make a detonator.”

Phichit snickers. “More like tried to use them. You guys have shit tech.”

Viktor whines as he carefully drapes himself across the floor and bemoans his country’s pride, much to Phichit and Yuuri’s amusement. Yakov’s gonna kill him.

[[request a prompt and i’ll write a short fic]]

Imagine Meeting Sam at the Library...

You were taking a course on Native American mythology. Worst decision of your life, of course. This paper on monsters was a bitch to write. Fortunately, you were assigned one of the more researched monsters, the Wendigo. 

As you picked your way through the shelves, you noticed a tall, long haired man. You glanced him over. He was definitely not ugly, and he was researching the same thing as you. You’d never seen him in class before, and you were sure you wouldn’t forget a face like his.

Shit! You thought. He noticed you staring. Your head snapped back to the bookshelf and you tried to hide your blushing face. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see a small smile on his face as he looked at you.

“Now or never…” You murmured to yourself, before turning towards him, a wide grin on your face. “Hi. I’m (Y/N). Mind if I ask what you’re working on?” You chirped. He looked at you, eyes wide.

“Oh-um, y-yeah. It’s for a, um, a book that I’m writing. Yeah. On Native American myth.” He stuttered. You piped up as an idea sprang to mind.

“Oh! If you need a source, you should talk to my professor, Dr. Munbres! He’s a pro at all this!” You let a nervous smile cross your face. You could practically see the gears spinning in his head. Suddenly his eyes flashed back to you.

“Oh, thanks. I’m gonna go meet him. Thank you so much.” He called to you as he walked towards the door. You let a small smile grace your face.

“Goodbye strange cute man.”

anonymous asked:

For Harada and Shiranui's Halloween bash, the prompt ❝ i’m a real vampire. ❞

“So, what’re we watchin’?”

Shiranui drops heavily onto the sofa next to Harada, assessing whether it will be worth his time or not.

“Don’t know. It’s that time of year when every channel puts on the same movies…” Harada idly flips through every channel.

“Oh yeah… you guys got that holiday? People dress as up as stuff that scares others and whatever, right? Act like you invented this shit…”

“That’s pretty much it…”

It never occurred to Harada how ridiculous Halloween might appear to a being that wasn’t human at all. He tried to look at the tradition from the outside, but couldn’t really wrap his mind around it.

“You know a bunch of that stuff is real? Like, I’m a real vampire?” He tosses out the concept casually.

“Yeah, right.”

“Well you sure as hell didn’t think demons were real, so what do you know?”

The lazy mooch actually made a good point. No… he couldn’t possibly entertain any ideas that come from Shiranui, of all people.

“You’re fucking with me.”

“Damn. Thought I had you.”

Lokasenna from the Poetic Edda (abridged)

Loki: Hey, Eldir, what are they talking about inside Aegir’s hall?

Eldir: Just, you know, a pissing contest. Who’s kicked more ass, and that kind of thing. But like, I wouldn’t go in there. No one is going to be happy to see you.

Loki: Whatever. I like stirring up trouble.

Eldir: Dude, seriously? They’ll turn that shit around on you.

Loki: Yeah, well, the more they talk, the more ammo I have. (goes into hall)

(Everyone falls silent.)

Loki: Hey guys, it’s me, Loki! I am super thirsty; anyone wanna pass me some mead? (he looks around expectantly but everyone looks away) Well don’t all get up at once. Come on guys, I want to eat too.

Bragi: Yeah, um, no one likes you.

Loki: DAAAAAD you PROMISED you’d support meeeeeee.

Odin: Oh FINE. He’ll be a huge pain in the ass if you don’t let him join us.

(Vithar pours mead for Loki, who smirks and speaks before drinking.)

Loki: You guys rock. Except Bragi. What a loser.

Bragi: Oh my fucking god. Look, I’ll give you a horse and a sword and a ring if you will just stop being an asshole.

Loki: Whatevs. You don’t even have that many horses and rings. Besides, you’re a scaredy-cat.

Bragi: Fuck you. If I didn’t have self control I would cut off your head right now, you goddamn liar.

Loki: (sticks his tongue out) Blah blah blah. You’re all talk. Why don’t you get up and prove it, you girl?

Ithun: Bragi, chill. Remember who his adopted dad is.

Loki: Shut up, Ithun, you big slut. You were totally doing the guy who killed your brother.

Ithun: I’ll be the bigger person. Everyone should just take a chill pill. There’s no point fighting here.

Gefjun: Guys, stop this. Everyone knows Loki likes to start shit.

Loki: Shut up, Gefjun. You’re not perfect either. You were screwing this one dude. There was a necklace involved. I forget.

Odin: Wow, so you’re crazy and stupid. Don’t piss off Gefjun! She sees like EVERYTHING. Fate and stuff.

Loki: Shut up, Dad. You suck too. You gave gifts to men who totally did not deserve it.

Odin: Yeah, well…that is true. But! You spent eight years underground milking cows. Oh and you gave birth. Which is very unmanly.

Loki: Uh, well, you used witches’ spells. And dressed up as a witch. Who’s unmanly now, huh?

Frigg: Guys, can’t you just forget it? Who cares what you did in the past?

Loki: Shut up, Mom; you screwed Dad’s brothers.

Frigg: If Baldr were here, he’d kick your ass.

Loki: Well…I kind of killed him.

Freya: You little shit. I can’t believe you just told everyone. Frigg knew anyway; she knows things.

Loki: Shut up, Freya. You’ve screwed everyone in this building.

Freya: That is not even true. Look, you’ve upset everyone now. We’re gonna go home and sulk.

Loki: Shut UP, Freya, you witch. You screwed your brother.

Njorth (Freya’s father): Okay but for real who actually cares whom the ladies have screwed? Besides, you’re one to talk. You gave birth.

Loki: Shut up, Njorth. You were sent as a hostage and the frost giants shit in your mouth. And you’re not even a god.

Njorth: Um, neither are you—Never mind, look, whatever, I got a fantastic son, so frankly I don’t care what you have to say.

Loki: HEY EVERYONE, Njorth boned his sister and she had Freyr!

Tyr: Yeah, but everyone likes Freyr. He’s like super nice to women and stuff.

Loki: Shut up, Tyr. You have no friends. Remember when my wolf son tore off your hand?

Tyr: Well, he’s chained for eternity, so there’s that.

Loki: Shut uuuuuuup, Tyr. Your wife totally tried to make a baby with me. And you never got restitution for that.

Freyr: You know what, Loki? You better watch your mouth or you’ll be chained up with Fenrir.

Loki: You bought your wife.

Byggvir: You gonna take this, Freyr? I would kill him if I were you.

Loki: Oh, is that an ant? Did I hear an ant?

Byggvir: My name’s Byggvir, and I’m enjoying the feast, so there.

Loki: Shut up, Byggvir. You hide during battle.

Heimdall: Go home, Loki. You’re drunk. And frankly, you’re an asshole when you’re drunk.

Loki: Shut up, Heimdall. Your job sucks ass and you’re a prude.

Skathi: Loki, are you forgetting that you got bound to rocks with your son’s guts?

Loki: You wanna go there? Well I was totally there when we captured your dad. First and last on the battlefield, girlfriend.

Skathi: Yeah? Well fuck you, Loki!

Loki: Yeah…you did. It was pretty awesome, remember?

Sif: Hey, Loki, here, have some mead. We’re tight, right? You’re not gonna start talking shit on me, right?

Loki: Haha yeah right. I happen to know you cheated on Thor. And I know with whom! (leers at her)

Beyla: Hey, look, Thor’s here to MAKE YOU SHUT UP, FINALLY.

Loki: Shut up, you fucking…sinful…you…

Thor: (enters dramatically) Shut the fuck up right now, you unmanly little shit, or I will kill you. With my hammer.

Loki: Oh my GOD, Thor, indoor voice. You’re not gonna yell this loud when you go fight the wolf at the end of time.

Thor: What did I JUST say?

Loki: Dude, you like, you totally hid in the thumb of a glove this one time. (giggles)

Thor: What are you not getting about me smashing your head in with a hammer?

Loki: You won’t kill me. Haha, that time you hid in the glove, you couldn’t even open the giant’s lunchbox.

Thor: No, seriously, I will fucking kill you if you do not shut UP.

Loki: Whatever. I said what I came to say. Only because it’s you, bro, will I stop. (He staggers toward the door, opens it, and turns around to say) By the way, the end of the world is coming and we’re all fucked. (He leaves)

What I picture when I imagine the types

ENTJ: mean ceo boss that looks like Jeanine Matthews
ESTP:that popular guy that doesn’t take off his leather jacket and goes lighting shit up on fire around life and never minds the mess
ISTP: dark and chiller Tris prior with sass
ISFP:someone who makes their own clothes and paints flowers at the park while listening to Bob Marley
ESFJ: suuuuper friendly person that gets excited for whatever shit
INTP:lab rat with glasses that says “fact of the day”
INTJ: 12 yr old that listens to nirvana and says they they were “born in the wrong generation”
ESTJ:cool boss
ENFP:STaaaaarZZZZ and RaInBoWs and SuuuuNNNsssssHHHiiiNNNeee and cool
INFP:Amity with dreadlocks that is always trying to get people on her prostate cancer awareness run.
ENFJ: politician(the one that lies for fame)
ISTJ:that bitch that always says “CAN I BE BY MYSELF” When they are doing group projects in class, ends up in the loser group, doesn’t do a shit