i was doing such a good job ignoring them

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Oh my god “try harder” is what all my teachers and counselor told me for the four year duration of middle school whenever I said I didn’t understand the material in class or when I said I couldn’t focus and it was h e l l. Honestly I think teachers say that cause they think students are lying, so that they can go “Oh I did my job I didn’t ignore them” when in reality they’re still doing that. I get close to flipping my shit every time I hear someone say it now.

Try harder has been my mantra through all of my childhood right the way through to my adult years. Try harder. 

Like honestly the whole time I was at university I was having a perpetual meltdown, there was no way I could have possibly tried harder. I graduated with a 2:1 with honors (I have no idea how to translate that for the Americans, sorry, it’s pretty good though, like not 4.0 good but Up There) and the first thing my professor said to me, with a big ole smile on his face was “now imagine what you could have done if you’d just tried harder” and all I could hear after that was the Kill Bill siren in my head. Like I’d just coasted my way there, and hand’t spent four years torturing myself, crying daily and completely destroying my personal life to try and keep it together long enough to reach graduation day.

And that’s a summary of my entire school life right there, with report cards that say “Joy is extremely clever but just doesn’t try hard enough”, “could be wonderful, if she only tried harder.” And it took until last year when I was joking with @jeneelestrange that it’s odd that I know all the things that I know because I’m not all that clever, and haha isn’t it funny that I’m able to remember these things despite this this and this, and there was this moment of pause which you could hear even over the internet before Jenee very gently nudged me with “hey…uh…that uh…that’s a learning disorder, you have a learning disorder” and I went haha no I just don’t try hard enough, I’m just not all that clever…right? I’m just stupid, right? Why else do I struggle so much with academic things…

Wait, what do you mean ADHD gets overlooked in girls because it presents differently than in boys? What?! What do they mean it’s hard?!?! WELL WHY DON’T THEY TRY HARDER?!!

anonymous asked:

dark rc would you please consider writing about how victor (and the rest of the Russian skate team) had a feud with the Russian hockey team bc of their constant flirting and attentions towards yuuri (who was completely oblivious at the war waging for his heart)??

This has been sitting in my inbox for over a month and I apologize for that, nonny! I wanted to try my hand at breaking through this writer’s block and this prompt was ripe for the taking. It’s not my best work by any stretch, but it’s something at least! I hope you enjoy.

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There are few things that give Yuri pleasure—the taste of accomplishment like cinnamon sugar on the back of his tongue after landing a quad; having a comeback so cutting that he practically draws blood; that soft murrf a cat makes when it decides it trusts him; the little green screenshot arrow appearing next to Otabek’s name in Snapchat—but they all pale in comparison to whenever the Russian hockey team visits the rink.

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Fake Chats #182
  • Jimin: *being Jungkook's pillow*
  • Seokjin: aw, man! Not again!
  • Jimin: it's okay, hyung!
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: *petting Jungkook's head*
  • Hoseok: gosh, I'm tired.
  • Jimin: you did very well. Good job.
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: *massaging Jungkook*
  • Taehyung: ah, my shoulders are sore.
  • Jimin: come here, I'll rub them.
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: *sharing cookies with Jungkook*
  • Yoongi: I'm hungry.
  • Jimin: here, have some of these.
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: *chilling with Jungkook*
  • Namjoon: good job today, Minnie.
  • Jimin: thanks!
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: you okay, Kookie?
  • Jungkook: stop ignoring me.
  • Jimin: I'm not?
  • Jungkook: peple keep stealing you. And you let them. Stop that.
  • Jimin: I'm not yours?
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: I mean, I'm 1/6th yours, but that infers that the other 5/6 of me belong to the others.
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: what exactly do you want?
  • Jungkook: *mumbles*
  • Jimin: what?
  • Jungkook: just you. To myself. SOMEtimes.
  • Jimin: interruptions are bound to happen.
  • Jungkook:
  • Jimin: I'll always come back to you.
  • Jungkook: okay.
  • Jimin: you're so cute.
  • Jungkook: hyuuuuung...cuddle me.
  • Jimin: baby.
  • Jungkook: your baby. Right?
  • Jimin: oh my gosh, what the heck, you're crazy, you little bunny, I'm gonna tickle you to death, see if I don't...
Late Night Call (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which Bucky calls you late at night to help him make sense of his overactive mind. 

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,055

A/N: An anon and @mermaidinplaid requested: “Late night phone call between Bucky and the reader”. This takes place between “The Get Together” and “The First Date”.

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@avengerstories - Thank you for always reading my fics over for me! 

Originally posted by lancetucker

You’re on the verge of sleep, just moments away from slipping into the euphoric slumber you’ve been craving since you woke up this morning, when your phone rings. Just like that, the tendrils of unconsciousness release their hold on your mind and disappear without any farewells or second glances. You groan angrily, both at yourself for not putting your phone on silent and at the person who’s chosen to call you this late at night. You want to ignore the call out of spite, but there’s no reason to. Sleep has evaded you and you’re officially wide-awake, again.

“Yes?” You say into the phone, having accepted the call without bothering to check the caller ID. You’re hoping that, if you keep your eyes closed, you’ll be able to trick your body into getting back to sleep.

“Did I wake you up?”

You don’t have to pull your phone away from your ear to identify the caller. You heard this voice only a couple of hours ago. But at that time, it wasn’t swimming in remorse like it is now. “Bucky?”

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Don’t Test Me

Pairing: Hotch x Reader

Word Count: 1,084

Request: NO

Warnings: strong language and smut

Summary: Aaron and y/n get into a petty argument and when y/n threatens him, he takes it a little too seriously leading to angry sex.  Features a dominant Hotchner and daddy kink.

Originally posted by zugzwangcm


Enough is enough.

It’s been days since you’ve spent any alone time with Aaron since he’s been on the same case in another state.  When he finally decides to come home, he acts distant and pretends your sexual advances aren’t getting to him.  He keeps making the excuse that he’s tired and exhausted, but even after two days of constant sleep and migraine medicine, he still refuses to relieve your needs.

Yes, you sound a bit whiny and needy, but you’ve let him get his rest, and he’s still not complying, so you whip up a plan to hopefully grab his full attention.  It will most likely get him angry, but a bit of heated sex is just what you need.  A girl can only pleasure herself so much before she needs more.

“I’m going out,” you tell your man as you walk towards the front door in a skimpy dress.

“Where, exactly?” he asks from the couch, not even bothering to look up.

“Out.  I don’t know when I’ll be home, so don’t wait up.”  You grab your car keys from the table next to the front door before you hear shuffling feet behind you.

“I sure hope you’re just going out with your girlfriends dressed like that.  Why am I not going?” Aaron asks, meeting you at the door.

“Well, I don’t remember inviting you,” you tell him coldly.  You can feel the tension rising, so you know your plan is working.  You turn the handle to open the door.

“And why wasn’t I?” he asks, pushing the door closed suddenly.

“Because, Aaron, you’ve done nothing but sit on your ass all day and night since you got home from Wisconsin and I figured you wouldn’t want to.  And for your information, I am not going out with my girlfriends.”  You think quickly about your next words, choosing wisely a sentence that was sure to really rile him up.  “I’m going to sit at the bar, hike my already too-short dress up, and see how many guys I can get to offer me a drink.”  You narrow your eyes at your steaming boyfriend.  His furrowed brows are an indication that he is about on his last ounce of patience with you right now.

Despite his red face and obvious frustration, he calmly reaches around you to the doorknob and locks it.

“Excuse me?” he says in an unusually calm voice.  Boy, is he mad.  The slight growl in the back of his throat makes your arousal all the more evident in the pit of your stomach.  You’ve seen him mad, but this is a whole new level and the evidence of it turning you on was pooling inside your panties.

“What, did I make you mad?” you ask in a low voice.  He suddenly pushes his body against yours, backing you up onto the door.  Now you feel his obvious arousal against your leg, and you know what is about to happen, so you decide to play along.  “Did I make daddy angry?”

His breath hitches at the name you call him.  It’s been a long time since you two have shared a kinky intimacy, but it only makes him want it more.

“Yes.  I don’t think you’re being very appropriate.”  His voice is low and calm, making you wetter by the second.

“So I guess you should do something about that,” you tell him, raising your pelvis to his.  He groans in return.

“And what should I do about it?” he asks, challenging you.  You smile at his question.

“Fuck me daddy.”

And in no less than a second later, his mouth is on yours, his tongue invading the space between your lips.  He grabs the hem of your dress and yanks down your small underwear so they pool at your stilettos.  

Meanwhile, your hands are working his belt loose and freeing his erection from his briefs.  

Before you can work your magic hands, he grabs your thighs and wraps your legs around his waist, your back still flush against the door.  You instantly wrap your arms around his neck to keep steady while he thrusts inside of you without warning.  You yelp in surprise and pleasure.  His mouth is now on your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin while he continuously pounds into you, the door against your back rattling at the motion.

“Fuck,” you moan out.  His right hand moves from your leg to your clit, his finger running in circles around the small bundle of nerves, making your arousal come faster and faster.

“Oh my-” you begin, but Aaron’s mouth is back on yours silencing your moans for only a second before you climax around him, clenching your body tightly to his.  Moments after you finish, you feel him empty himself inside of you, his moans falling into your mouth.  You two are nothing but heavy breathing and tight bodies as you ride out your highs.

After a few silent moments of collecting yourselves, he looks up at your spent figure, still tightly held onto him.  Despite his heavy anger from before, he looks at you with nothing but love and a hell of a lot of lust.  When you open your eyes to meet his, he’s smiling and you return one.

Still inside of you, he kisses you softly, cupping your face gently.  He may be dominant when it comes to your kinky fuckery, but he was still just a man in love with a woman.

“I love you,” he says before pulling out and lowering you to the ground.

“Even when I make you mad?” you ask.

“Even when you make me mad.  Why did you do that by the way?” he asks, pulling up his pants.

“Because I needed a good fuck from my man,” you admitted.  “I get that you’re tired and you have a job that causes you to be gone a lot but I have needs, Aaron.  Sometimes I just feel that when you are home, you tend to ignore them and I guess it makes me upset.”

He looks surprised to hear this coming from you.  He didn’t realize how stand-offish he is when he’s home.

“I’m sorry, y/n.  I promise to try harder.  But jealousy isn’t always going to get you laid, you know?” he says, grabbing your hand.

“But I like a jealous Hotch,” you tell him, the use of his nickname given by his coworkers makes him roll his eyes, but smile nonetheless.

“Don’t test me, y/n.”

fairy-hoe-tail  asked:

What about some nalu modern au where Lucy is a cop and one day Natsu comes in to the police station to get arrested for setting fire to something and then LOVE

This is a great one-shot!  I hope you like it- I switched Lucy to being a detective, I hope that’s okay!

T for language!


“Who’s Gajeel got this time, Lev?” Lucy questioned her friend, who was stuck doing office work for the time being.  The little blue haired woman rubbed her growing stomach absentmindedly, and shifted her light brown gaze to Lucy’s.

“You won’t believe this one; it’s some arsonist with pink hair.” Levy snickered as the door was roughly shoved open and a tall police officer, with a mane of long and wild black hair, stepping in dragging along said suspect.

“All yours, Lucy.” Gajeel stated gruffly, his pierced brows knit together in a permanent scowl.  Levy smiled fondly at her husband; Lucy would never understand how someone like Levy, the complete opposite of Gajeel, who was brash and gruff, ended up with the guy.  Not that she was unhappy or disliked Gajeel, in fact, she adored the two.  She was so happy to learn that their little family was growing and Levy was set to have twins to which Levy had asked Lucy to be their godmother.  Lucy, of course, accepted the offer enthusiastically and was eagerly awaiting the moment she could meet her godchildren.  

Gajeel absolutely adored Levy and loved her with all of his heart.  He used to be in a bad place, but after meeting Levy, his turned around real quick.  Levy introduced him to the force, and after much convincing, Makarov, chief detective, allowed him to go through the process of becoming an officer.  It took a long time before the old man allowed Gajeel to have a gun, but after seeing how much Levy trusted and cared for him, Makarov, in turn, did as well.

Gajeel muscled the, as promised, pink haired suspect into the interrogation room for Lucy.  She hadn’t caught his face, but she did hear his many complaints and protests before Gajeel slammed the door behind them.  Lucy sighed and shot a bored look at Levy.

“Hey, at least you get some action.  I’m stuck in here all day doing shitty paperwork.”  Levy pouted and Lucy sympathized with her very pregnant friend.

“Hey, you’ve got to protect the most important things in your life right now, right?”  Lucy reminded her softly and rubbed her shoulder.  Levy smiled down at her belly and nodded her head in agreement.

“Yeah, you’re right.  Alright, go get em’ for me, Lu!” Levy smiled and Lucy nodded her head in determination.

“You got it!”  Lucy raised her fist in determination and turned on her heel towards the interrogation room.  Inside the dimly lit room, Lucy could hear the pink haired guy and Gajeel bickering back and forth.

“I told you, ya better shut yer trap or I’m gonna whack you upside the head.” Gajeel growled and the guy, who was now strapped to the desk, yanked on his restraints.

“I already told ya, it was a mistake!  A mi-stake.  Should I spell it out for ya?  You don’t seem to bright!”  He snapped back and Gajeel was practically letting out a guttural growl by the time Lucy stepped in the room.  She was just in time to see Gajeel raising a threatening fist before she stopped him.

“Gajeel,”  She warned him, “I don’t think we support police brutality here at Magnolia Police Department, do we?”  Lucy tutted.  Gajeel had a bit of a temper and it seemed like their suspect was just as much of a hot-head as her friend.

“Tch.  Sorry.”

“Ha!” The pink haired guy laughed only to be cut short by a death glare from Gajeel.  Lucy sighed and stepped fully into the room; the guy’s back was to her so all she could see was Gajeel facing her and the guy’s mop of spiky pink hair.  His red flannel was burnt in various places- not very convincing for his pleas of innocence. 

“Alright Gajeel, I’ll call you if I need you, okay?”  

“Are you sure?  This one’s…” Gajeel finished his sentence with a disgusted snort, though Lucy heard the genuine concern behind his words.  Gajeel cared for Lucy as well; being Levy’s best friend, he always had a sort of older brotherly protection over Lucy.

“Yeah, I promise.”  Lucy smiled and Gajeel nodded.  Lucy knew he had been wanting to spend as much time with Levy as possible anyways.  “Alright then.”  Lucy started and strode over to the other side of the room to where she could see his face.  Her heels clacked intimidatingly across the floor, echoing around the mainly empty room.  “So, tell me what ha-ppend..?”  Lucy’s voice faltered a bit as she rounded the table and caught sight of the man in front of her.  He had a boyish charm to him, soft features, but a defined jaw.  His dark green eyes looked like they held something like anger, but it was more mischievous than that.  His full lips hung in something between a snarl and a smirk, and a septum ring, that Lucy would have thought she would not find attractive but did, hung fashionably from his nose.  Where his sleeves were burned, Lucy caught sight of his full sleeves of tattoos on both arms.  His flannel hung open a bit, where the buttons had been ripped or singed, showing off his defined chest.  He wasn’t too skinny or too bulky, he was lithe and strong looking, and Lucy, was quite simply, drooling over her suspect.

“Um…”  Lucy felt like an idiot stammering out her words; the guy quirked a brow at her and set an infuriatingly hot smirk on his lips.  “N-Natsu…  Dragneel?”  Lucy tried to steady her voice, reading off his name from the report Gajeel had left for her.

“Yup.” He answered her, folding his fingers together in front of him.  

“I’m detective Heartfilia.”  Lucy busied her gaze down at the manilla folder in her hands.  “It says you set yourself on fire and ran through South Gate Park, where you then set the grass, a bench, and a tree, before jumping into the park’s fountain…”  She shifted a curious gaze back at the sinfully attractive man across from her.  “And you plea innocence?”

“Before you continue, I mean, you could man handle me.  You know, go bad cop on me?  I’d rather have you do it than metal head in there.  So, if you need to, ya know, go ahead.”  Natsu leaned back in his chair and smirked.  Lucy glared at him and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Th-that is not going to happen, Mr. Dragneel!  Now, the matter at hand-”  Natsu snorted out a snicker and Lucy almost dropped her jaw on the table.  It wouldn’t be the first time that a culprit hadn’t taken her seriously.  The first thing they see is her well endowed chest, which she couldn’t help thank you very much, and her blonde hair and decently good looks, in her opinion, and just think she’s just some dumb bimbo.  It infuriated Lucy to no end and she would not stand for it.  “Listen here-!”

“You’re weird, you know that?”  He stated and sighed, attempting to cross his arms, but failing do to his restraints.

“Did you just call me ‘weird’?”  Lucy asked incredulously and Natsu sighed again.

“Yeah, I did.  First you give me a whole ‘elevator look’ and then you go all serious on me.  What do you want to do, make-out or arrest me?”  He grinned revealing white teeth with longer-than-usual canines.  Lucy gasped, her face flushing, and set a glare on his stupid pink hair, unable to look him in the eyes.  “I prefer the latter, but I suppose it’s up to you, eh?”

“Alright, that’s it!  Need I call Gajeel back in here?”  Lucy growled and slapped his file onto the metal tabletop.  “Start talking now or I’ll arrest you without getting your side!”

“Okay, okay.”  Natsu seemed to sober up a bit and Lucy tried to relax her breathing.  “It’s really not like the report says, I promise.”  He looked up at her sincerely and Lucy stared at him as intimidatingly as possible.  After a few moments of silence and Natsu twiddling his thumbs, he finally spoke up again.

“See, I’m an entertainer,”  He began and Lucy quirked an eyebrow at him.

“By setting out lovely park on fire?”

“No!  No, that’s the last thing I wanted to do.”  Natsu sighed and shook his head angrily.  “I’m a fire-breather, you know, you can rent me for parties and shit like that?”  Lucy’s brows shot up in surprise and Natsu shrugged.  “I need to make money somehow.  Anyways, I do my own shows and I had one in South Gate Park later today.  I was practicing just outside of the park where my friend, he’s kind of like my safety guy, was there with me.”  Natsu explained and Lucy nodded for him to continue.  

“Well, just as I was practicing one maneuver, that bastard Gray- he’s my friend-”

Sounds like he’s your friend.”  Lucy snorted at his choice of words, but gestured for him to continue.

“Gray, supposedly, accidentally knocked over one of my fuel cans.  I didn’t notice until after I lit my torch and went to start the trick.  There was fuel all around me, I got the lit torch too close to the ground, and ended up setting myself on fire.”  He scowled at the wall seeming as though he was a little embarrassed judging by his ears turning red.

“Okay…”

“Gray was too busy flirting with his girlfriend, apparently, to help me, so I did the next best thing.  I know it wasn’t the smartest thing, you know, civilians, but I ran through the park to the fountain.  I didn’t mean to set anything on fire, but by the time I was out, your dumbass officer out there was arresting me.  Who the fuck knows where Gray was.”  Natsu huffed and Lucy’s gaze softened a bit.  It sounded like the guy was just not having a good day.  “Now I miss out on money and I’ve been basically arrested.”

“Gajeel was just doing his job.”  Lucy pointed out slightly defensively, but then she sighed.  “But I do believe you.”  Lucy tried to tell herself that it wasn’t because she wanted to do ungodly things to Natsu, but she really did believe his story.

“Hey, Lucy?  There’s someone here about that idiot.”  Gajeel poked his head in and jabbed his thumb over his shoulder.  Natsu shot him a glare, but Gajeel ignored it.

“Sure, send them in.”  A few moments passed and in walked a dark haired man and a woman with long blue hair.  “Yes?”

“Oh, there you are you son of a bitch!”  Natsu sneered at the pair and Lucy could only guess that this was his friend.

“Ah, you must be Gray.”  Lucy greeted and the guy nodded his head swallowing hard.

“Y-yeah, sorry about all this.  I wasn’t paying attention and as much as I’d like to see this bastard be arrested, he really didn’t do anything wrong.”  Gray sighed and Lucy stifled a smile.

“See!  I fuckin’ told ya!  Ya damn bastard, can’t you and Juvia break it up for five minutes?”  The girl behind Gray, assumedly Juvia, blushed heavily and Gray scowled at Natsu.

“Mr. Dragneel, language please.”  Lucy sighed and Natsu clamped his mouth shut.  “Thank you for coming in, I have enough evidence to make a judgement.  You two can wait out in the office if you’d like.”  Gray and Juvia nodded and headed back out the door where Gajeel lead them away from the interrogation room.

“Can I get these shackles off now?  Geez, I’m not some scummy criminal.”  Natsu was pouting and Lucy thought he looked adorable.  She obliged and unclasped the handcuffs from around his wrists.  He rubbed them absentmindedly, and Lucy noticed that his skin had patches of red burn marks.  Without thinking, she passed a thumb over one of the marks and Natsu hissed out in pain.

“Sorry!”  Lucy squeaked out and Natsu relaxed once more.  “Sorry…  They just look painful.”

“I’m used to it,”  Natsu mumbled and Lucy had a suspicion that he was just trying to downplay it for her sake.  “I play with fire a lot.”  He snickered; a devilish smirk on his lips.

“O-okay.”  Lucy was back to her stammering, doe-eyed-school-girl self.  “U-um, yeah, I don’t see why you’d be guilty.”  Natsu stepped closer to her, around the table, and she realized that, while he wasn’t nearly as tall as Gajeel, he was about a head taller than herself.

“You’re still weird, ya know?”  He murmured and grinned.  “But Lucy’s a real pretty name.”  He smiled genuinely and Lucy blushed.

“Th-thank you…”  Lucy practically gulped and Natsu chuckled out a raspy laugh.  “H-hey, um, what time was your show supposed to be?”

“Seven o’clock, why?”  Natsu answered her questioningly and Lucy glanced at the clock.  It was five thirty and Lucy was pondering a crazy idea.

“Think you can be ready for your show if there’s a place nearby to get washed up and everything?”  Lucy asked quickly and Natsu nodded, still slightly confused.

“Yeah, I guess, but what place are you talking about?”

“O-oh, just my apartment…”  Lucy practically whispered out and Natsu took a moment to deliberate, and then a shit eating grin spread across his face.  “O-only because I’m curious about your show!”  Lucy frowned at the ground and Natsu laughed.

“Oh, you want to come?  Even better!”  Natsu exclaimed and Lucy blushed furiously.  

“Well, let’s get going then.”  Lucy ordered.  “Or do I need to cuff you to get you moving?”

“We can only use handcuffs if you ask nicely.”  Natsu winked down at her and Lucy fought the urge to, again, drop her jaw in astonishment.

“Th-that’s not- y-you..!”  Lucy stammered and Natsu practically cackled as he walked about the door.

“I have my uniform in my truck, lemme grab it and we can go!”  Natsu stated and dashed out of the police office.  Lucy stood in the doorway to the interrogation room, looking dumbfounded, until Levy’s giggle disrupted her thoughts.

“My, my, Lucy, you look positively love struck.”  Levy smirked and Lucy gasped at her friend.

“You’re just a romantic, Levy!  That’s absurd!”  Lucy protested though she felt like she was lying to her best friend.

“Hm?  What’s that, twins?  You want an Uncle, with pink hair, as well as an Aunt Lucy?”  Levy tilted her head towards her belly and Gajeel let out a guffaw while Lucy’s face turned beet red.

“C’mon, Luce!”  Natsu swung open the main door and called to her.  Luce?

“Ooh, you’re on a nickname basis already?”  Levy cooed and Lucy stormed past her friend’s desk in embarrassment.

“Hey, don’t ya think ya could do better?”  Gajeel called, pulling a face at Lucy.

“How were you when Levy found you?”  Lucy called back and smiled at her two friends leaving Gajeel with an embarrassed scowl on his face; Lucy left to meet Natsu, feeling embarrassed in her own was for essentially admitting her ‘love at first sight’ feelings for the slightly masochistic fire breather outside the police station. 

anonymous asked:

HI! I saw you were writing itasaku fanfics and I was wondering if you could do a soulmate themed fic of them! THANK YOU <3

title Red Thread 
summary You just really get me.
pairing Itasaku

I.

Four drops of water raced down the window pane. He leaned against it, staring out at the street below. When he pulled away, his fingerprints had smeared onto the glass. Teeth clenching around his pen, he swiveled away. His chair squeaked. He stared at the numbers on his computer screen.

“Fucking shit. S’gonna rain,” Hidan grumbled from his desk. He turned away from the window too. 

“I’m going out for a smoke before it does,” Kakuzu said, already pulling his jacket off the back of his chair. He tugged his mask down, the elastic loops stretching from behind his ears. Hidan’s glare followed him all the way out.

“He’s had ‘allergies’ for like a month now. He ever think it’s because he smokes a pack a day?” Hidan muttered. 

“Good. Hope the both of you die,” declared Kisame, leaning back in his chair.

“Detective,” reprimanded Itachi without looking up.

“I’m not sorry, Itachi. Those two committed an unforgivable sin. I hope Jashin strikes them both with lightning,” Kisame huffed. He got out of his seat with his mug. 

“Dumbass. Jashin doesn’t do lightning. It’s more severing heads,” snickered Hidan. Kisame grabbed the warm carafe, shaking his head.

“Good. Even better. Hope he cuts off your head and then hits you with lightning,” amended Kisame.

“All we did was eat your ice cream. When are you going to let that go, man?” Hidan said under his breath.

“When you buy me more Chunky Monkey!” Kisame yelled back.

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The Arrangement: Chapter Fifteen

Author’s Note: THE FIRST KISS IS FINALLY HERE! Took me 15 chapters to build up to it lol so I hope I did it justice! I also hope you enjoy the chapter, feedback is always appreciated :)

Masterlist

Originally posted by augustren

“Did we just have marriage counselling with the Supreme Leader?” You said when you entered your quarters.

Kylo removed his helmet, “It would seem so, Princess.”

“If I had known he would start asking those questions, I wouldn’t have—”

“Wouldn’t have told him, ‘we haven’t even kissed’?” Kylo asked, slightly amused as he imitated you.

You groaned, burying your face into your hands to avoid Kylo’s gaze, “I can’t believe I said that.”

“Yes, well you’re lucky he has a vested interest in you or you would have been dead before you could utter the word, ‘consummated’.”

“Ugh, how awful,” you whined as you re-lived the embarrassment over in your mind.

“At least I know what you’re thinking now.”

“What?” Your voice was muffled as you spoke into your hands.

“The only downside to teaching you to control your thoughts is that… well, that I can’t hear them anymore,” he hummed.

“You know that could be a new interrogation tactic. Just put them in front of Snoke for a few minutes and they’ll share everything.”

You heard Kylo’s faint laughter as he brought his hands to yours, gently prying them away from your face to meet your gaze, “Are you unhappy with your life here, Princess?” He asked quietly.

Slowly you shook your head, “No—No, of course not. What makes you ask that?”

“Snoke said that it’s my duty to make sure you’re content. Clearly he doesn’t think I’m doing a very good job of that.”

You smiled slightly, “Well I’m happy with the progress I’m making—I have you to thank for that, Commander.”

Kylo ignored your cheerful tone, “And yet you are still unhappy.”

“No. I’m not,” you said it firmly this time.

“You can hide your thoughts from me Y/N, but not your emotions. You’re discontent, I can feel it.”

It was then when you realised that Kylo’s hands were still over yours. He seemed to become aware of it in that moment too.

“Say something,” Kylo instructed. His voice barely above a whisper now.

You sighed, “Why… um, why… haven’t you kissed me yet?”

So that was the source of your unhappiness, Kylo thought. “Why, do you want me to?”

“I asked you a question first.”

Kylo frowned slightly, “Because I’m…” he let out a sigh, “I’m afraid, Princess.” It was as if it pained him to even admit it.

“Of what?”

“Of you… I mean, of losing you, of—of caring too much for you, even loving you.”

“It’s a kiss, Kylo. You’re not going to go falling in love with me because of one kiss.” You half-laughed as you recited the same words he had recently said to you.

But Kylo wasn’t laughing. His expression was firm, but it was as if his eyes glistened with a confusing mixture of sadness and desire.

“It’s been a long time since I have cared for anyone as much as I care for you, Y/N. ” he said finally.

You stayed silent. Hesitantly, you reached out your hand to brush his cheek. You didn’t know what was compelling you to do it, but as soon as you did, Kylo was leaning in to your touch.

You inched closer to him and he responded by doing the same. Your heart racing as your eyes glanced over his plump lips.

You noticed Kylo doing the same to you and when he met your gaze again, his eyes seemed to be asking for your permission to continue. You have a quick nod as Kylo’s lips hovered ever so slightly above yours. Even now, with the moment so close, he was cautious.

“Kylo…” your voice came out as whisper, sounding almost desperate.

Kylo responded immediately as he pressed his lips against yours. You let out an involuntary gasp at how well his lips seemed to meld with your own. He softly guided your mouth against his own and it felt right. It felt perfect.

But before you could deepen the kiss, Kylo parted from you. Your fingers moved up to trace the outline of your lips, eager to retrace the movements of Kylo’s lips working with yours.

“I– I shouldn’t have done that, forgive me, Y/N.”

You frowned, “Kylo, we are bound by the Force, and by this marriage… I know you won’t hurt me,” you said when you had gathered your thoughts. You knew this was playing on Kylo’s mind.

“How do you know that?”

“I just… do,” you said quietly, “I—I trust you.”

“I don’t even trust myself,” he huffed, “I’ve betrayed the people I care about before. Do you know that?”

You were at a loss for what to say. “Kylo—” you reached out to him.

“I’ve hurt the people I care about—even… even killed them, Y/N,” Kylo’s voice was breaking now as he stepped away from you. The sphere of intimacy quickly diminishing. “Y-you shouldn’t trust me.”

“But I do,” you pressed, moving towards him as he took another step back, “Who you were, it’s not who you are now. You’ve changed. I’ve seen it. I can feel it, Kylo. You truly care about me, not just for the sake of this damn political alliance!”

“You are too good for this, Y/N, too pure, too innocent.”

“What are you talking about, Kylo?!” You snapped. The tension had been building since you entered your quarters.

“Did you not hear what I said?! I have hurt the people I care about, I’ve—”

“I don’t want to hear about that!” You stopped him as you inched closer, and this time he didn’t step away from you, “Kylo, you are… stubborn, yes. You get agitated easily… But you are also kind— Don’t you dare deny it,” you stopped him as his mouth opened to protest.

“You didn’t have to take me to see my family, you didn’t have to keep me warm that night on Ilum… you don’t even have to talk to me half as much as you do!” It was like you were pleading with him to see himself as you saw him, “You have shown me more kindness than I ever thought you were capable of. Telling me about what you’ve done in the past… it means nothing when I have proof that you have goodness in your heart, Kylo.”

Just as he had on previous occasions, Kylo felt the need to tell you everything about his past. But your expression was one of compassion… As if you had already forgiven him without first hearing what he was guilty of.

“I just wish you would have known me as the man I once was. Before all of this. That was a man you could have placed all your trust in to. A man you could have loved, and who would love you back unconditionally. Without a care in the Galaxy.”

You were puzzled slightly by his comment, but you confidently took your hand in his once more, “I know you now. I care for you now. In time, perhaps you will tell me more about your past. But not now. Not like this.”

Kylo nodded slowly, his eyes firmly meeting your own, "I worry that your trust in me may be misguided. As your mentor, certainly not. But as your husband…”

“My trust in you as my husband is entirely different. In our marriage, we are equals, remember? You are free to be vulnerable, to be afraid, even to be happy. As am I. Trust will come from our ability to confide in one another.”

Kylo was smiling slightly, “I want you to be happy, Y/N, I truly do. If that means making this marriage work, I will endeavour to do my best. For you.”

“Now that was spoken like a true husband,” you teased.

Kylo chuckled at that as be brought his lips up to brush the top of your hair. You froze in initial surprise before relaxing at his touch. This felt like the beginning of something wonderful, you were certain.

“Don’t think that this changes anything in the training room, Y/N.” You were half expecting such a comment.

“Oh, of course not. It just means I can kiss you after I send you plummeting to the ground,” you smirked.

“Care to prove it?” Kylo asked as he walked towards the blast door.

“It would be my pleasure.”

“To think,” Kylo started as the blast doors opened, “All we needed was marriage advice from a hologram.”


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Colors Part 9

A Charles Xavier Soulmate AU

Pairing: Charles Xavier x reader

Read Part 1 here. Read Part 2 here. Read Part 3 here. Read Part 4 here. Read Part 5 here. Read Part 6 here. Read Part 7 here. Read Part 8 here.

Summary: Everyone has a soulmate, and there is one color that they can’t see until they meet their soulmate, and that is the color of their soulmate’s eyes. For Charles Xavier, this is difficult, because his powers have filled in the blanks, and he can see all colors. He assumes that he’ll just know when he finds his soulmate. Should be easy for a telepath, right?

Warnings: Angst maybe? definitely, injuries, near death experience, violence, attempted rape, mentions of torture, death

A/N: Here we go! I think there’s gonna be maybe 2 more parts, as I’ve finally figured out how I think I want to end it. Thank you all so much for your patience and for loving this so much. 

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A Fight || Jason Todd

Requested on AO3!

Prompt; Reader is Jason’s girl and is a telepath w/ telekinesis. Her powers are tied to her emotions. Jay just made her mad in front of the Bat-fam and Reader gets embarrassed and runs off.

Jason might be a little (or so) OOC, but I will try.


You had been staying at the Wayne Manor for at least three days, spending the past nights with your boyfriend and his family was fun and annoying at certain times. You grew close with Tim since both of you just happened to love the same hobbies and Dick because how cheerful you can be around them.

You were like the light in the darkness and that was exactly what Jason thought about you.

Though, no matter how cheerful you were and how kind you could be. You still had a secret and Jason was the only one who knew, he promised that he would never tell his family when you weren’t ready. He also promised that his family wouldn’t do anything to you.

Happily stirring the mixture for the cake you would be making, your hips moved to the music that was playing from your phone as you hummed to the tune, you didn’t realize your boyfriend had snuck up behind you until he had his arms snaked around your waist while his chin rested on top of your head eliciting a squeak of surprise from you.

You looked up to be greeted by a pair of beautiful emerald eyes that were framed with eyeglasses, you cocked a brow, “do I know you?”

Jason chuckled sarcastically, “Ha, ha.” He then squeezed your hip, which made you let out another squeak before he stepped aside and leaned his lower back against the counter so you could keep on doing your task.

“Why are you wearing,” you paused, pointing the glasses with your whisk since you didn’t remember him having bad eyesight, “…those?” You were totally not going to lie, Jason looked thousands times hotter with those.

“These?” Jason took off the glasses before he examined them himself as if he had just noticed that he had them on. “Just to see your reaction, how do I look?” He asked when he had the glasses back on.

Squinting your eyes, you rubbed your chin judgingly. You really wanted to erase the sly look on his face since he knew exactly what were you thinking, he knew that you liked it and that you found him more attractive than ever.

“Pretty good.”

Jason rolled his eyes.

You were expecting him to give you a nasty comeback yet he didn’t. You always scold him when he did, so it wasn’t really his fault if he didn’t. At least not to you.

Jason poked his index finger into the mixture before bringing it to his mouth, he hummed in delight at the sweet taste. “Hmm, cake.” You heard him mumbled, you took it that you did a good job so you pour it into the mold, “for who?”

“Uh, Dick and Damian said it’s Titus’s birthday.” You answered honestly.

He choked, “Titus? The dog?”

“No, my affair.”

“Babe, you babied them too much.” Jason then breathed a sarcastic chuckle, “you babied everybody even Bruce, you’re too kind and it’s going to get you killed one day.”

You ignored his words and kept on cooking, you put the now mixture filled mold into the oven. Calmly set the temperature before finally responded him, “I babied you too.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

And just like that, you got into a small fight with him. Just over a dog’s birthday, you both huffed and point an accusing finger at each other. It was childish really. It happened a lot when you were alone in your shared apartment too and it had never been more than one night.

The thing was, you had never accidentally let your power loose when you fought in front of his family. Let alone in front of Jason himself, but this time you let it loose. You didn’t know why but you accidentally made some things in the kitchen rattled.

“Gosh, just listen to me for once babe!” Jason told you frustratedly, his gaze wasn’t on you anymore.

“Oh no, dude, you listen to me!” Huffing, you rested your hands on your hips as you kept your frown and angry pout on your face.

“No,” Jason breathed, “you need to stop bringing things from the past to-- to this!” He stuttered when he tried to get the right words.

“To what? Our fight?” A cookie jar and some pans near you levitated, they caught Jason’s eyes more than your angry face, “I’m just reminding you!”

The ravenette held up his hands in defeat, yet your sulking didn’t relent and you continued to ramble things that he now couldn’t make out since his priority now is to calm you down. “Babe. Breathe. Chill.”

“Don’t tell me to chill! I am chill!” The things that were levitating suddenly thrown to the tiled walls, loud crashing were heard and it snapped you out of it. Your eyes met the others’ gazes, their eyes were wide in shock which made you bit your lip. “I’m sorry.”

Then you looked around to eye the mess you had made, it sent you running up to Jason’s room, red faced, screaming a string of ‘I’m sorry’s, 'I didn’t mean to’s and 'forgive me’s along the way. You closed the door harshly and quickly hid in a bunch of blankets to cover your shame and embarrassment.

“Explain.” Bruce’s voice boomed, his tone was demanding.

The young dark haired man obviously got what the main Wayne wanted. He simply shrugged, “Well, she’s my girlfriend and she has powers.”

“Jason.” Bruce pushed.

“Fine, she can do things with her mind. Lifting things without touching it, what was it called-- telekinesis. It’s her gift and I can’t do anything about it. She is still my girlfriend and I will kick your asses if you tell me to leave her.”

“No, we won’t.” Tim promised, “Why didn’t you tell us though?” The third son questioned, eyebrow lifted.

Jason gave him a look, “you saw it, she got embarrassed and ran. To my room. Do you know how hard it is to get her out of that damn state?” He sighed exasperatedly, “I need to lure her out.”

“Lure? Todd--

“Shh, Damian, you little booger doesn’t know anything about my girlfriend so shut up.”

Damian shuddered in disgust at his, current, bad attempt in mockery.

“What do you need?” Dick jumped in.

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You didn’t know how long you had been in Jason’s room, alone, but you were sure as hell that your cake had burnt into crisps. A sigh escaped your lips as you stirred in the bed, still hiding in pure embarrassment.

You couldn’t believe that your power was revealed in that way, you were about to tell them after you had dinner with them but no, Jason just needed to be an ass and made you sulk and mad.

Your cheek puffed irritatedly at the memory that flashed through you. It also happened when Jason first found out about your abilities, when you were taking a bath. A supposed-to-be nice relaxing bath.

You were too lazy to grab the shampoo since you had to use your power to get it. The soft music that was playing from your phone tuned out the sound of Jason knocking.

Babe, I’m coming in.” He warned you before he opened the door to find a flower scented shampoo flying over to you while your hand reaching out to take it. “Are you taking a bath with a ghost?”

You remember blushing madly and threw your shower stuff towards him, sending him rushing out of the bathroom as he protected his head with his arms.

Another blush creeping up to your cheeks, you should’ve been scared instead of embarrassed, but because of his words, you just couldn’t be scared. You weren’t going to avoid the fact that you were weird since your weirdness was the thing that got Jason attached to you in the first place.

Another memory flashed in your head, your first meeting, first date, when you moved in when he had to take care of you when you were on your period.

The nostalgia ended when the handsome jerk you were thinking about knocked and called your name.

“Babe, come out. I’m sorry.”

“No!”

“Please, I wanna talk, the others wanna talk.”

A brief silence, “No!”

“We’re not going to judge you.”

“No!”

“I have food.”

You rushed off the bed, food always works and Jason also knew it. Especially that food was made by his hands, you had sulked three days in a row to get him cook for you.

The door softly creaked as you opened it slightly just enough to peek through the gap. “Where is my food?”

“I need you to come out first.”

You stayed silent again, before pushing your lower lip out and gave him a small sulky pout. “Fine,” you opened the door further and stepped out of his room. “Give me the food then we can talk.”

“I can’t believe it, you choose food over me.”

“What can I say, I can’t live without food.”

“So you can live without me?”

“My heart and feelings can’t survive without you but I won’t die because of it but yep, I’ll be depressed though.” You stated honestly. “You need to stop being cheesy, it’s weird.”

NCT 127 reaction to their drunk crush being flirty and clingy with them

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Anon: heey you cutie! I absolutely love your reaction posts they’re so cute hahah:) could I request a nct127 reaction to their crush being really drunk and really clingy and flirty and stuff with them? THAAANK YOU<3

Thank you for requesting! I actually really like this request idea so I just hope I’ve done it justice! This excludes Mark and Haechan because they’re underage.

also i kinda gave up half way through the request because i ran out of ideas so sorry :(

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anonymous asked:

Could you give us your thoughts on Clarke and compartmetalization? I find it to be one of the most interesting trait of hers and also something that, even though it has negative effects on her, it has also "saved" her in a way, because how the fuck someone with so much burden on her shoulders is even able to walk at this point?

So we know Bellamy is in love with Clarke but is Clark in love with him? I have been Shipping Bellarke since season one and tbh Bellamy reveals way more than she does. Especially the way he looks at her when she isn’t looking

I’m combining these two anon asks, because they actually cover the same topic: how Bellamy and Clarke show their emotions.  I also think how they handle emotions is very closely tied to how they function as leaders and their relative strengths.

As you point out, nonny #1, Clarke’s ability to compartmentalize has saved her because she’s able to put things aside that really would crush someone else.  Since early season one, Clarke handles emotions one of two ways: she either handles it directly and straightforwardly, or she locks that shit up tight and doesn’t look at it until absolutely necessary.  We see the latter with her anger towards her mother and Wells and L.exa, and it’s no coincidence that all three of those grudges were deeply tied to personal traumas as well.  We also see it when Raven lands and Clarke figures out that she’s the other woman– she tells Finn it’s done and doesn’t allow anyone to see how hurt she is.  When she’s hurt, she channels it into anger and coldness because anger is always easier than pain.  It’s maybe not the healthiest way to handle things, but it’s certainly an effective one.  

Clarke is very good at processing positive (non-romantic) emotions, though, she’s not just terribly demonstrative.  A lot of that comes from her parents because as Emori pointed out, Clarke has always been loved.  So when it comes to giving and receiving (non-romantic) love, Clarke is very comfortable.  In fact, she’s so comfortable that she doesn’t always realize that her love isn’t apparent, because in her mind, it’s  not something she really needs to explain.  If she loves you, she loves you, and because Clarke has never really felt the absence of love she struggles with understanding why someone would need that concretely demonstrated.  She’s always known that she’s loved and cherished and so the constant doubt that plagues someone like Bellamy is utterly foreign to her.  As a result she’s not always good at reassuring him of her love, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love him deeply– it just means she shows it differently.  

(I’d also like to note that this season (and in 3B), Clarke’s been much more cognizant of recognizing when Bellamy needs to hear that he’s valued.  In season two she took him a little for granted, but after 305 (well, after 310) Clarke has been very careful about showing him that she cares about him, either verbally (I trust you, she’ll see how special you are) or physically (the beach hug and the hand nuzzle).  She’s recognizing that how he processes love and how she shows it are different and she’s adjusting to make sure he knows she loves him.  And you don’t do that for just anyone, btw– you do that for people who are precious to you.)

But Clarke’s ability to lock shit up makes her an effective leader because she can make terrible, heartbreaking choices and then keep going. It’s not that the choices don’t cost her or hurt her– they do, and so deeply it threatens to break her– but for people who don’t want to make those choices it’s a relief because it seems like not only is she willing to make them, she’s able to bear the weight of them.  That’s a bit of an illusion (and one that Bellamy sees straight through, hence why he was there while she wrote the list) but she sees not letting people see you’re breaking as a part of leading, especially when the stakes are this high.  Letting Bellamy in when she’s vulnerable is part of how she shows she loves and trusts him.

Bellamy, on the other hand, can’t lock anything up.  He tries so fucking hard, but it’s just not in his nature.  Every damn thing he feels is written on his face the second he feels it, and the one time he did suppress everything was when Clarke left and that was mostly because he didn’t feel like he was allowed to feel angry about it.  It all came exploding out of him after he suffered yet another trauma in losing Gina, but even before that he was doing a terrible fucking job of hiding his feelings.  While Clarke either ignores her hurt or channels it into rage, Bellamy usually just…sits with it.  He broods, and I want to emphasize that there’s no value judgment here on either Bellamy or Clarke’s methods for handling pain– they’re neither good nor bad, they just are.  Bellamy’s emotional reactions, however, tend to make him a good front-line leader, because people trust him to feel their pain too.  Clarke can take the long view because she can compartmentalize the pain later until it’s more convenient to feel it, but Bellamy can convince people to follow them in the moment because they can see everything he’s feeling.

Bellamy had a childhood that may have been full of love but it was love that felt like it came with conditions (protect your sister, keep your family safe), so he’s far less emotionally secure than Clarke when it comes to positive emotions.  He’s actually quite comfortable being sad and hurt and scared, but something like “someone else loves me outside of my utility to the group” is utterly terrifying for him. He’s not sure he deserves that sort of love and he’s constantly worried it will be taken away from him, just like how his family was taken away from him on the Ark.  Because she had a fairly emotionally healthy upbringing, Clarke is comfortable with positive emotions– except for romance.  With romantic feelings, Clarke locks that shit up tight just like she does with her hurt.  It’s scary for her to feel so vulnerable (for all of us, really), so she just…doesn’t deal with it until she’s absolutely forced to.  

Bellamy, however, because he’s so used to feeling vulnerable and exposed, just fucking goes with it.  Unrequited love is right in his wheelhouse, so we see how much he loves Clarke in every single look.  He doesn’t bother to hide it because he honestly can’t, and I actually think it will be harder for him once she reciprocates because love being returned to him openly and honestly will be far more difficult than loving someone without any hope of reciprocity.

So to tackle nonny #2′s question head on: I think right now we see more of Bellamy being in love with Clarke because right now, Bellamy is in love with Clarke.  She’s not quite there yet and there’s nothing wrong with that because she loves him fiercely and she has for months now and love doesn’t come in a hierarchy.  Platonic love is not below romantic love– it’s just a different type of love.  And while I do think Clarke is making baby steps towards falling in romantic love with Bellamy, I also think it will take her some time because she does not like to look at those feelings head on.  I also think that Clarke will always be less demonstrative when it comes to romantic love simply because that’s who she is, and that doesn’t make her love for him any less powerful or profound.

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Oh, please, by the Force, please let Obi-Wan be disappointed in the dancing at Hondo's because he can do better. And demonstrates it :)

He was drunk.

He was so drunk that he was pretty sure that their drinks had been laced with something stronger then alcohol because one and a half ale did not cause Obi-Wan to get drunk.

‘Should have known a bunch of pirates would get you drugged…I should warn Anakin.’ Obi-Wan sulked as he watched the dancers that were moving around the table and…ugh they were terrible, honestly just terrible.

Obi-Wan could dance better, he could do a much better job.

A hella good job too!

“Ah! You look pouty my friend! The entertainment not to your liking?” Hondo wrapped an arm around Obi-Wan’s shoulder, grinning at him like the self satisfied and most likely to betray them pirate he was.

Swinging slightly glassy eyes at him, Obi-Wan gave a loud snort that seemed to echo a bit between the laughing and hooting of the rowdy pirates drinking around them. “You have karked dancers, I can do better.” He lifted his mug and took a big swallow, ignoring Anakin suddenly swinging around in his chair to stare at him.

Hondo laughed loudly and patted him on the shoulder. “If you say so my master Jedi, how about you prove it?” He chortled, obviously not believing Obi-Wan would do such a thing.

Obi-Wan looked down at his mug, raised his brows slowly…and then he shrugged. “Why not.”

Placing his hands on the table, Obi-Wan smoothly pulled himself up with the Force and landed on the table on his feet in an easy jump before Anakin could stop him, the knights hands hovering in the air with his mouth open, locked on the word he had been about to say.

Hondo’s brows hit his forehead in surprise and then he rocked back on his heels, arms crossing over his chest in surprise and amusement. “So if he falls off the table, its not my fau-” The captain choked on his word as Obi-Wan sashayed down the table, the redhead smirking.

Now, Anakin knew his master could be sex on legs, Anakin knew that Obi-Wan could dance like someone raised from the cradle to do so and he knew that Obi-Wan.

But it had been some time since he had seen his master dance with this kriffing war.

The way he could twirl on light steps, gracefully avoiding the cups and plates on the table, hips undulating, hands moving along his sides with a half lidded eyes and teeth catching his bottom lip in a highly suggestive look.

Kark, everything about Obi-Wan was currently highly suggestive.

“My friend.” Hondo leaned his hands on Anakin’s shoulders, eyes never leaving Obi-Wan as he twirled with ease around one of the other dancers. “Are you sure I could not tempt Master Kenobi into working for me?” He leered.

He wasn’t the only one.

“Try it and I’ll cut your head off with my fancy laser sword.” Anakin growled quietly under his breath.

The captain laughed loudly even as Obi-Wan suddenly knelt, leaned forward and stole someones glass with his lips and teeth, easily tipping his head back and swallowing the content before dropping it into his hand with a happy smirk on his face.

‘Kark, I either need to save Obi-Wan from these pirates or just…save him.’ Anakin snorted and then firmly snagged his master’s wrist and pulling him down into his lap, catching him tightly. “No master.”

“Awww Anakin.”

“Boooo master Jedi!”

Anakin just flipped the laughing and booing pirates the middle finger.

Please research your fish!

I haven’t browsed the fishblr tag in a few days, and was disappointed today when I went back through to see what I missed. I saw a lot of fish in incompatible setups! Generally in community or mixed species tanks, especially in the case of animals regarded as having a “job”.

Fishblr does an excellent job of championing good husbandry for Bettas, but its a bit sad how much its ignored or overlooked when other fish aren’t in appropriate conditions. I know a lot of it has to do with what everyone keeps and knows - fishblr is mostly betta keepers that don’t keep other species, so I understand that you might not recognize the husbandry issues when you see them.

But for anyone setting up community and mixed species tanks - please research every individual species and make sure you are meeting EVERYONE’s needs.

- Make sure the fish are found in compatible temperature ranges! A subtropical fish does not belong with a tropical one.

- Check the fish’s pH range - I’ve seen a lot of betta blogs over the years say that pH doesn’t matter that much. They mean well, this is probably helpful in a short term situation, but it sets the newer fishkeeper up to fail later on when they branch out to other species. A hardy fish can tolerate a wide pH range, and bettas will usually survive a lot, so it is often better for a novice fishkeeper to not fiddle with their pH. But not every fish found in the trade is as overbred and adaptable, and keeping any fish in incorrect water conditions will cause constant stress that leaves them more open to disease. Get fish with matching ranges, and only ones whose range matches the conditions that you are able to consistently provide.

- Does your fish come from fast flowing water or stagnant water? Clear water or tannin stained? You should be offering them an environment as close to their native conditions as you can replicate. If your fish don’t come from similar conditions, DON’T house them together! A hillstream or river fish does not belong with blackwater or pond fish. They have different needs.

Read everything you can find about the fish you are interested in. When you are setting up a community tank, its not about just picking whatever you like and putting them in the conditions you want to offer. Its about picking compatible fish, and making sure what you are offering meets everyone’s needs. At the very least, you should meet every fish’s bare minimum care requirements.

You should be able to tell someone that asks about your fish what kind of conditions they are naturally found in, in the wild. If you aren’t able to do that, do you really know that what you are offering is appropriate for them?

Hey Principals, You Are Screwing Up.

Principals: If you lose good teachers from your building at the end of this year, then you are screwing up. Principals, If people are leaving a profession that no one enters without passion, that no one enters expecting to be easy, you are not doing your job. Principals, every teacher that walks away from the kids in your your building and is thinking of your face is your fault.

It’s budget time for schools, which means the beginning of perennially awful time of year that teachers lose jobs and schools lose teachers. For whatever reason, budget time this year feels like a particularly brutal bloodbath, and it sucks.

It sucks. At a time a year when almost nothing feels like enough, we get told we’re somehow going to start getting by with less. At a time of year full of sacrifice, just rounding into the time where we start to see some our work pay off, we start to learn how different next year will be, we start to learn we won’t get to come back, or that too many other people won’t be there. It sucks.

So budgets and cuts are a thing, but not the thing I’m most worried about.  What I’m really and truly disturbed by is the wave of teachers who have had enough, with their building or their boss or with the hours or with the kids. What I’m worried about is all the teachers who leave. Except for all those who really are sick of kids (bye Felicia), we are, as schools and as a system, losing teachers we need, losing teachers that could or would be better with more or different something, and you know what?  It’s not their fault, and it matters, it matters, it really really matters when good teachers leave.

Principals (and just like I use “teachers” to mean everyone who works with kids, I’ll use “principals” here to mean everyone who is supposed to be supporting teachers), the number of teachers you keep year to year says something about you. I know you’d like not to believe that, I know your job is easier if you ignore it, but teachers matter, and keeping them around is your job. When you lose good teachers, it’s on you.

It’s not a bad time to mention that I think my principal is pretty awesome, and my assistant principal too, and all the other leadery people in my building. I like my building, and I believe in the work we’re doing. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t write this as a piece, I would write this as an email. Many many years, I’ve written this as an email. Many years in a row, around this time, “please care about your staff, please do something for them, please help them stay.”

Because here’s what happens. Teachers are messy because people are messy. It would be easier (and also cheaper) if teachers didn’t matter that much, if implementing systems and curriculum packages mattered a lot more. So, we, schools and districts and whoever pulls the big levers levels above us, ignore teachers as much as we can.

    It’s a handy system, because look:

  Hi everyone, we have this wonderful, innovative Whatever. Everyone has to use Whatever, and use Whatever in this way, so that everyone is the same and every classroom is the same because that is for some reason important. If Whatever works, it’s because we’re smart. If it doesn’t work, it’s because teachers didn’t implement it correctly, those damn teachers. If teachers leave, that’s ok, we’ll hire other teachers, and Whatever will still be there, so everything will be fine. Also, Whatever gives us tons of numbers and numbers and numbers that we can use to say all sorts of stuff about how great Whatever is doing. Whatever.

This model is compelling for lots of obvious reasons.  You get to pretend you’re in control of what a whole bunch of messy humans all day, and when things go wrong it is hardly ever your fault. Also, you have to do very little worry about how anyone is feeling.

    It’s too bad, really, that both children and adults are both kinds of humans, and humans don’t work like that.

    Because really, the work we need from you is this:

    Hi everyone, first of all, let me say “thank you for all that you do,” because apparently it’s, like, a required thing to say to teachers all the time, but then also let me specifically mention things you have done and how I’ve noticed you doing them and tell you why I appreciate them. Then, I will spend, I dunno… at least half the amount of time I spend looking for things you do wrong actually supporting and encouraging the things you do well. Also, let me find time to listen to you, like actually listen, to what your day is like and what your students need, because here’s the thing I totally understand:  Everything I do all day should matter to you in your classroom, because the work of any school and any district should be focused exclusively on what is best for the kids we are teaching, and should be focused on those kids, and should understand that those kids and their needs change from building to building, from room to room, from day to day. Because of this, we should value and support and encourage and inspire and recognize and push and protect the people doing the most direct version of the work.

    When our teachers are good, we should reward them. When our teachers speak up we should listen. When our teachers are tired we should help them. When we have teachers that connect with our students, that value our families, that have earned the respect of their colleagues, we should do everything, we should do anything, to keep them. Otherwise, we aren’t doing our jobs.

anonymous asked:

May I ask for Chuuya and Kouyou interaction hcs? If you have some?

I love Chuuya and Kouyou’s relationship so much guys. I lay awake at night praying for more interaction between them. *Looks at Asagiri* 

  • Kouyou and Chuuya meet when Chuuya is very young, probably around six. Kouyou’s around ten at this time, and immediately adores the little redhead with the angelic blue eyes and sharp features.
  • Kouyou is the best older sister. She plays with Chuuya and listens to him talk and teaches him how to use makeup and how to properly put on a suit.
  • And when Kouyou tries to run away, (she’s like, sixteen) Chuuya is the one who hugs her and lets her cry as she watches her lover die
  • Oh wow that got dark
  • When Chuuya’s ability manifests, Kouyou gets super overprotective because she doesn’t want Mori to send him on missions
  • But he does, and Kouyou gets so mad and threatens to leave the PM
  • Chuuya tells her it’s fine. It’s his job, after all.
  • While Kouyou does love Dazai like a little brother, she doesn’t think he’s good enough for Chuuya
  • She actively tries to make Chuuya second guess their relationship, constantly asking him if he’s completely sure Dazai is the right guy for him
  • So you can bet that when Dazai leaves and breaks his heart, she’s pissed
  • And maybe they argue over it a little. She kind of has a, “I told you so moment” and it pisses the redhead off
  • They don’t fight often, but when they do it’s bad 
  • As in the whole Mafia ignores them bad
  • they like to drink together
  • Kyouka and Chuuya have a very sweet sibling relationship
  • Chuuya’s the older bro who loves to spoil her.
  • He buys her so much candy and sweets and brings her little gifts everytime he leaves for a mission
  • THE THREE OF THEM ARE A PURE AND LOVING FAMILY WHO STICK TOGETHER IN THE DARKNESS THAT IS THE PM!
Game of Thrones Season 7 Episode 1 - Sansa and Jon

Having seen the episode, I know that a lot of people are a little confused about the Sansa and Jon interaction in the meeting hall with the Northern Lords. It was confrontational and aggressive from both sides.

I can understand Jon wanting a united North to face off against the Night’s King and his undead army which now also includes massive giants. It makes sense to have those houses pledge themselves to House Stark and fight for them. But…. Sansa is also right in saying that the Lords who did fight for them, and who lost men on that battlefield when they fought for House Stark. Lords from much smaller houses and fewer men also deserve to be rewarded for supporting them when there was no guarantee that they would win. Could they have done it better, of course! But we need to keep in mind that they haven’t been around each other for a very long time. They are used to being on their own. Suddenly being thrust together and having to work together is going to be learning process and not something they’ll figure out overnight.

It wasn’t this scene that made me mad though, it was the one after it, where Sansa is trying to get through to him and he keeps ignoring her. It’s like he’s deliberately not listening to her. At the end of Season 6, Jon tells her that they need to trust each other and yet he continues to not trust her. She told him before the BotB about the traps Ramsay lays and that they will not get Rickon back. She even explains to him why Ramsay will never let Rickon go and Jon throws it in her face saying that her advice was far too obvious. And yet on the battleground, Jon fell for the trap, hook, line and sinker. If not the Knights of the Vale, they would have all died. But no, this season, he’s conveniently forgotten all that. Trust goes both ways and as someone who has repeatedly suffered at the hands of those Sansa had trusted, to say that she has trust issues would be a serious understatement. But I digress. Throughout that entire scene, it seems more like Sansa is talking at him and he only hears selective bits and pieces. When she tells him that he must be smarter than Ned and Robb, he once again throws it in her face, saying, “How should I be smarter, by listening to you?” And she replies, “Would that be so terrible?” By this point, she is imploring him to listen to her. And promptly after this, after reading Cersie’s message, Jon once again disregards her council. She’s lived at King’s Landing and she lived with Ramsay, would it be so outlandish to think that she can offer valuable insights. She tells him not to ignore the threat Cersie presents and Jon just disregards her.

I get that this is the training period of sorts but if Jon continues to behave the way he does, things will not go well for them. Which leads me to address the notion that Sansa will betray Jon which I just think is implausible and it would be awful writing. Throughout the above scene, while trying to get through to him, Sansa is also telling him that he’s doing a good job and the people respect him. She’s trying to build his confidence. That doesn’t sound like someone trying to tear you down. It would have been so easy for Sansa to tap into his insecurities and make him believe that he’s doing a shoddy job but she doesn’t. When LittleFinger approaches her, she shuts him down and doesn’t entertain him. One could ask, why continue to keep him there? Well, I believe part of the reason she hasn’t asked him to leave is because she doesn’t trust him and she’d much rather keep him where she can keep track of what he’s up to. Keep your friends close, your enemies closer.

In the promo for next week’s episode, the commander of the Knights of the Vale I think, says that a Targaryen can not be trusted. Well, once it is revealed that Jon is also a Tagaryen, looks like it won’t be easy for him to hold the North or Winterfell. But that won’t happen for a while I think. I have a feeling that Bran will reveal that bit of information to Sansa alone considering that Ayra is back on her way south to King’s Landing. Also, this puts a spanner in my theory that Arya will help Sansa kill LittleFinger. Guess, it’ll just be Sansa now, and maybe Brienne will help but I don’t see her do anything that would being dishonour to her knighthood. I’ll be happy as long as he’s dead and far away from Sansa.

Fails - Peter Parker x Reader

So, I failed a major music exam a few weeks back and I am still wallowing in sadness over it. This is what come of all of this sadness seeing as I have seen Spiderman Homecoming twice now and I kind of want him all to myself… 

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Originally posted by sddonald22

You sat there with that letter in your hand. You had worked for months and months towards this one day and you had apparently messed it all up. You had failed the one exam you really needed to pass and on the subject you normally excelled at.

When you had left that examination room you didn’t think you had done as well as you could and you had repeatedly said to your parents and Peter that you thought you had failed. You didn’t mean it. You thought, hoped, that you were wrong. That you would pass by a few marks or even better fly through it and be excellent all over again. But not this time.

The thin paper in your had contained that harsh, automatic scripted writing with all the apologetic crap about not having been successful this time but there was an opportunity next year. Yeah, right. You couldn’t help it. The tears soon cascaded down your face. You needed this exam to get into one of the best schools you could ever hope for and now you had no chance, no matter how much you were liked by teachers or how your reputation preceded you, you couldn’t sneak your way around this one and you didn’t know what to do. Your parents knew which meant you would get the silent disappointment treatment for a few hours if you were lucky. You needed to tell Peter, get his disappointment out the way do you could wallow in your grief.

As if on cue, there was light tapping against your window, Peter was stood on your fire escape pointing to the lock on your window and reluctantly, wanting to hide your tears, you unlocked it letting him open it himself as you laid back on your bed not facing him, “so, what did the letter say? How did it go?!” His voice was so happy and hopeful but as you looked up at him at last and handed him the letter. He knew, even without reading that you had, inevitably been right all along and his heart broke a little as he looked at you with pity. He hated that you had to go through this. Still he read through them scripted words that hundreds of examinees had probably received. He hadn’t spoken since he had asked you the original question and you could almost guess what he would say next, imagine the disappointment that was about to drip from his words. “I’m so sorry, darling.” He mumbled and pulled you into his side wrapping his arm around you and tossing the letter to one side as he shucked your crying.

“I really messed up this time didn’t I?” You laughed humourlessly and dryly as you went to wipe away your tears but Peter had beaten you to it and his thumbs slid over your now wet and hot cheeks,

“No, no you didn’t not at all,” he insisted, “this is a minor setback! Just like the letter said you can re-enter again next year and you will smash it.” He was trying his best to console you but he knew that he wasn’t doing too good of a job,

“I worked so hard, Pete. We worked so hard and I let you down.” You pulled away from his embrace as you thought back on all them nights Peter had ignored all of his own exams and had stopped being Spider-Man for a few hours just to help you study and practise but you had let him down. Like all them nights were nothing,

“Don’t you ever say that you have let me down again!” His voice had got a little louder, as if reprimanding you a little, “(y/n), you will never, ever let me down in anything! You would never be able too. Look, I know this stings and it’s rough but you can try again next year. You’re just 15 - we are both just 15, we have so much time to get into these schools and besides there is one good thing about all of this.” You looked at him confused. You had pretty much just broken your own dreams and he found some kind of positive,

“Go on then, Parker what could possibly be good about any of this?” You looked at him dumbfounded.

“Well,” he stammered a little nervous that you hadn’t thought of it, “you get to spend another year with me. We get another year together before you ship off to this amazing school and become famous for your work or something.” He smiled a little helplessly at you and your heart twinges a little,

“Well I suppose that is the silver lining.” You smiled weakly at him and his smile brightened up,

“I’ll get to have one more full year of pestering you for cuddles and having you patch me up at random 3ams and you’ll have another year of me bringing you free food and as many kisses as you want.” He laid on your bed and pulled you into his side, picking up the letter again as he did so. “And if wanted, more quizzes so that you ace this test in a years time and eventually have to leave me.” His voice grew audibly sadder with this last part and you did too. You had never thought of the leaving Peter part,

“Like a certain superhero wouldn’t be soon spotted near the campus at all after that moment.” You laughed and he scoffed. Every since he had told you his secret you had admired him more than anything but you had loved to make the odd joke. “Peter, what if this was a sign I am not made for all of this?” you asked and in simple reply he ripped up the darned letter he had been holding,

“We both know it doesn’t mean that. It means that you will go back next year and be even more amazing. We all have set backs. I fail at something almost every day but I still put that suit on and go out, I still carry on and you can too. You just have to go for it. I think you know that deep down and by next week, you will be back to your happy workaholic ways and I will be that wondering if I am made to deal with you.” He laughed as you playfully smacked his arm at the final part, “you know I love you really, darling.” He laughed as he threw all of the tiny torn up shreds at you, just for you to blow them back into his face causing his nose to scrunch up adorably, making you giggle with hysterics. A state he managed to put you in no matter what.

“What am I going to do with you, Peter Parker?”

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anonymous asked:

I work at place where u Build Bears and its a good job, i have no issue w kids + its stuffed animals. What i have a problem w is when my coworker doesnt do anything when 12 customers enter the store within 5 min of each other, leaving me to greet, explain, answer questions and Grab things for them on top of ringing ppl out while she just ignored all of them while dusting. Then she has the nerve to joke w me later cause i seemed upset and wanted to cheer me up like yeah i wonder why im upset hmmm

Omg

anonymous asked:

Would it be possible to ask you to do a scenario or headcannons with bokuto, kuroo, suga, and oikawa comforting their transgender female to male boyfriend who is insecure about his height, voice, and/or general manliness?

I was really excited when I got this is my inbox and I really wanted to do a good job at it, so I hope I did it justice (which is why I thought headcanons would be better?), Anon. If not, please don’t hesitate with informing me on my ignorance and I can change things!

Also, I did something a little different with Oikawa’s? It seems more like a get together story than a comfort thing, though it does have points about that.

Enjoy!


Bokuto Koutarou

  • This precious boy would be so in tune with their emotions. He would know the instant he saw them if something was wrong; their face would just tell it all. So, there’s no point in hiding it from him, because he’ll already know.
  • Right away he’ll start bombarding him with questions, hands gently cradled in his own. His eyes would just plead for an explanation, because if his love is hurt than he’s hurt.
    • “Did someone say something to you?” “Who was it?” “Was it something I did?” “What can I do to make it better?” “Do you need a hug? Chocolate? To skip class?”
  • After he confides in him their insecurities, he immediately jumps all over the comforting kisses and embracing hugs in the hope that he can sooth any sadness that had gathered in them up until that point. It would break his heart to see them so torn up about something they couldn’t even help - it wasn’t their decision to be born inside the wrong body.
  • Reassurances would come forth without hesitance: height doesn’t matter, there are so many shorter than them in the world. His voice would change with time, especially with hormone therapy (if they choose to go that route). And their masculinity has nothing to do with appearance, that he was perfect just the way was.
    • Literally as he’s saying all this to his boyfriend, he would be the one crying - probably the one  needing more comfort - desperate to get across that he was in love with his boyfriend and didn’t want him feeling as he was.
  • He would just have to name what he wanted Bokuto to do to make him feel better and the boy would be all over it without question. His love for his boyfriend knows no bounds and he would do anything to prove it no matter what it took.

Kuroo Tetsurou

  • His easy smile would instantly disappear if his boyfriend began giving off any negative, insecure vibes, his stomach would instantly twist with concern for what could be causing him to feel that way.
  • But he wouldn’t force him to tell what it was unless he really wanted to confide in him (especially if they were out in public), though that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t do anything to find out what it was.
    • Kuroo would poke and probe gently, subtly bring up subjects or conversations to see how he would react to them. Maybe if he brought it up then his boyfriend would be more open to talking about it rather than having to bring it up themselves.
  • It would teasing when he said it - probably joking how if he were taller it would be easier to kiss him - and the instant shock of his hand being ripped from his own would stop his dead. He’d nailed it, he supposed, but he’s instantly regret it; he shouldn’t have probed.
  • With his heart sinking further into his stomach with each and every word he delivered about not asking for the body he got and that he was desperately to become a man and sorry that he couldn’t be a real boyfriend to Kuroo.
    • God, each one would kill Kuroo. His heart would actually feel as though it had stopped beating. He just wanted to talk about whatever was bothering him, it wasn’t his intention to make him think he was against his own boyfriend.
  • Hands would gather him up instantly, holding his boyfriend against his chest, and he would allow him to do whatever he wanted - cry, scream at him, hit him (whatever it may be) - and he wouldn’t let go. He’d never let go.
  • Apologizes would spill forth from Kuroo, his burying deep into his neck as he told him how desperately he loved him the way he was and that he was there for him in whatever he needed. Because he was the man he loved and nothing - not even natural biology - could change that.

Sugawara Koushi

  • I just feel like anyone who gets into a relationship with Suga would get conditioned to be very open with communication. They would probably update each other on anything they’re doing - not because of any possessiveness of neediness, but just because they genuinely want to know.
  • So because of this when his boyfriend starts to feel even the slightest bit insecure, he’s go right to Suga without hesitation and spill everything that he was thinking. All of it would come rambling out without a single worry that his boyfriend would do anything but support him.
    • And it’d be an easy conversation to have. Suga would listen to everything, not interrupting in the slightest.
  • “You have every right to feel that way,” Suga would say once it was his turn to speak, “but let me tell you everything that makes you a man that has nothing to do with your body.”
    • And you better freaking believe he could spend hours doing just that.
    • His confidence in himself and the ability to be who he was would be a big thing that drew Suga to him and he would express that deeply. Then there was his innate ability to always make Suga feel calm and protected despite the circumstances. And there was a dignity he held that not many young men his age could ever hope of possessing. So, all-in-all, he was a much better man than any other Suga encountered in his life.
  • Next would come cuddles, Suga would reach out for him but it would be his boyfriend’s choice whether he wanted to be the big spoon or little spoon. They’d probably end up with him being on his back and Suga curled up against his side, head on his shoulder.
  • They’d probably fall asleep like that. Wrapped in each others embrace knowing that they would always be supported no matter what the circumstances were.

Oikawa Tooru

  • Maybe I’m just obsessed with the ‘best-friends-since-childhood’ trope with Oikawa, but imagine it: these children were next door neighbors and were always running around play sword fighting and going on long bike rides to see who could catch the most air!
    • I’m sure there was the usual childish notion of “girls can’t be knights” but when they get a little older he confides in Oikawa that he feels like he was born in the wrong body. While maybe Oikawa didn’t entirely understand it at the time, he accepted it and always offered to play the princess that was rescued by his knight in shining armor.
  • When they hit high school, they start dating, which was something that came very naturally to them, it wasn’t an unexpected attraction for the two. And maybe they jumped it, thinking that they could be exactly as they were before without it affecting their emotions deeper? (if that makes any sense? More like they can hurt each other more since they have their hearts in hand.)
  • This is something that it quickly addressed when Oikawa teasingly bends and crouches to be at the same height of his boyfriend, resulting in him being shoved, almost knocking him to the ground. It was be their first serious fight that wasn’t about something stupid.
    • It would last a long time; Oikawa would always go back to him overreacting. He would always accuse Oikawa of not listening to him. Stubbornness kept them from understanding each other.
  • Finally, it was Oikawa that broke, terrified of the notion that they might be breaking up and losing one of his best friends in the process. He apologizes and listens to everything his boyfriend has to say. While he had always known he felt wrong in his own body, it was different really hearing how much so. He instantly felt like an ass for his thoughtless action that started it all.
  • He’d try harder, determined not to do anything to make his boyfriend feel anything less of a man, because he was a man. So beautifully the man he fell in love with and he deserved nothing less than being able to feel that way all the time.