i would rock this so hard

right after marathoning vld with bff

*while wiping our tears at Shiro’s disappearance*

Bff: So… who is your favorite cha-?

Me: Keith-the-answer-to-all-my-prayers-…the red one

Bff: *a little startled by the interruption* Why is that?

Me: Because if team Voltron were the humanoid manifestation of Bohemian Rhapsody, Keith would be the raging hard rock interlude.

*ten seconds of silence*

Bff: … Duuude

Me: I know *shit eating grin*

Violence, Abusers, and Protest

My grandfather was a generally peaceful man. He was a gardener, an EMT, a town selectman, and an all around fantastic person. He would give a friend - or a stranger - the shirt off his back if someone needed it. He also taught me some of the most important lessons I ever learned about violence, and why it needs to exist.


When I was five, my grandfather and grandmother discovered that my rear end and lower back were covered in purple striped bruises and wheals. They asked me why, and I told them that Tom, who was at that time my stepfather, had punished me. I don’t remember what he was punishing me for, but I remember the looks on their faces. 

When my mother and stepfather arrived, my grandmother took my mother into the other room. Then my grandfather took my stepfather into the hallway. He was out of my eye line, but I saw through the crack in the door on the hinge side. He slammed my stepfather against the wall so hard that the sheet rock buckled, and told him in low terms that if he ever touched me again they would never find his body. 

I absolutely believed that he would kill my stepfather, and I also believed that someone in the world thought my safety was worth killing for. 

In the next few years, he gave me a few important tips and pointers for dealing with abusers and bullies. He taught me that if someone is bringing violence to you, give it back to them as harshly as you can so they know that the only response they get is pain. He taught me that guns are used as scare tactics, and if you aren’t willing to accept responsibility for mortally wounding someone, you should never own one. He told me that if I ever had a gun aimed at me, I should accept the possibility of being shot and rush the person, or run away in a zig-zag so they couldn’t pick me off. He taught me how to break someone’s knee, how to hold a knife, and how to tell if someone is holding a gun with intent to kill. He was absolutely right, and he was one of the most peaceful people I’ve ever met. He was never, to my knowledge, violent with anyone who didn’t threaten him or his family. Even those who had, he gave chances to, like my first stepfather. 

When I was fourteen, a friend of mine was stalked by a mutual acquaintance. I was by far younger than anyone else in the social crowd; he was in his mid twenties, and the object of his “affection” was as well. Years before we had a term for “Nice Guy” bullshit, he did it all. He showed up at her house, he noted her comings and goings, he observed who she spent time with, and claimed that her niceness toward him was a sign that they were actually in a relationship.

This came to a head at a LARP event at the old NERO Ware site. He had been following her around, and felt that I was responsible for increased pressure from our mutual friends to leave her alone. He confronted me, her, and a handful of other friends in a private room and demanded that we stop saying nasty things about him. Two of our mutual friends countered and demanded that he leave the woman he was stalking alone. 

Stalker-man threw a punch. Now, he said in the aftermath that he was aiming for the man who had confronted him, but he was looking at me when he did it. He had identified me as the agent of his problems and the person who had “turned everyone against him.” His eyes were on mine when the punch landed. He hit me hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and I slammed my head into a steel bedpost on the way down.

When I shook off the stunned confusion, I saw that two of our friends had tackled him. I learned that one had immediately grabbed him, and the other had rabbit-punched him in the face. I had a black eye around one eyebrow and inner socket, and he was bleeding from his lip. 

At that time in my life, unbeknownst to anyone in the room, I was struggling with the fact that I had been molested repeatedly by someone who my mother had recently broken up with. He was gone, but I felt conflicted and worthless and in pain. I was still struggling, but I knew in that moment that I had a friend in the world who rabbit-punched a man for hitting me, and I felt a little more whole.

Later that year, I was bullied by a girl in my school. She took special joy in tormenting me during class, in attacking me in the hallways, in spreading lies and asserting things about me that were made up. She began following me to my locker, and while I watched the clock tick down, she would wait for me to open it and try to slam my hand in it. She succeeded a few times. I attempted to talk to counselors and teachers. No one did anything. Talking to them made it worse, since they turned and talked to her and she called me a “tattle” for doing it. I followed the system, and it didn’t work. 

I remembered my friend socking someone in the face when he hit me. I recalled what my grandfather had taught me, and decided that the next time she tried, I would make sure it was the last. I slammed the door into her face, then shut her head in the base of my locker, warping the aluminum so badly that my locker no longer worked. She never bothered me again. 

Violence is always a potential answer to a problem. I believe it should be a last answer - everything my grandfather taught me before his death last year had focused on that. He hadn’t built a bully or taught me to seek out violence; he taught me how to respond to it.

I’ve heard a lot of people talk recently about how, after the recent Nazi-punching incident, we are in more danger because they will escalate. That we will now see more violence and be under more threat because of it. I reject that. We are already under threat. We are already being attacked. We are being stripped of our rights, we are seeing our loved ones and our family reduced to “barely human” or equated with monsters because they are different. 

To say that we are at more risk now than we were before a Nazi got punched in the face is to claim that abusers only hurt you if you fight back. Nazis didn’t need a reason to want to hurt people whom they have already called inhuman, base, monsters, thugs, retards, worthless, damaging to the gene pool, and worthy only of being removed from the world. They were already on board. The only difference that comes from fighting back is the intimate knowledge that we will not put up with their shit.

And I’m just fine with that.

Valid SU criticisms

• Art is inconsistent (and not in terms of ‘storyboard artists have different styles’ just ‘characters change height’)
• Several off model issues that cannot be passed off as tweens
• Plot is sandwiched between lots of filler
• Several characters could be better written

Not valid SU critisms

• Characters doing something bad and learning what they did wrong at the end of the episode is bad writing
• This one line in one episode I can easily interpret as rape apologism
• Alien characters are 'whitewashed’ because I don’t know a damn thing about lighting
• A character who underwent extreme trauma being mean and lashing out is bad; even if their more extreme behavior is called out
• This show has bad 'black’ representation b/c Bismuth, a blue space rock lost her way and considered killing her opponents even though doing so would be equivalent to giving chainsaws to the Japanese when the US had the atomic bomb. (The Pizzas, who are an actual hard working black family, don’t count apparently)
• Nitpicking minor details on a character’s clothing and asking why it hasn’t been explained yet.
• It’s not progressive until it’s about me

slytherinsownbrucewayne  asked:

Let's say you have a chance to pick any 4 people to have been blessed with magic for this following question. Meaning , you can answer with literally anyone. What celebrity would be the head of each hogwarts house ?

We’ve decided to only use celebrities who have openly stated their house, as to be as genuine as possible in our choices to who they are as people.

Gryffindor:

Daniel Radcliffe. I mean I know it seems like cheating cuz he’s Harry Freaking Potter, but he’s so much more than that…and he’s like 90% shenanigans and a thrill for adventure that I’m just all about.

Hufflepuff:

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson - Which was kind of a hard choice, considering Thomas Sanders and Eddie Redmayne are both also Hufflepuff.

Ravenclaw:

Originally posted by lori-em

Alycia Debnam Carey, although we are not as familiar with her, she’s declared she’s a Ravenclaw!

Slytherin:

Lin Manuel Miranda

Ultimate Viktuuri FicRec

(☉‿☉✿) I know y’all have been craving some Viktuuri fics, even more so since it’s already ended and we have to wait for season 2. So what better way to pass time than to read some good ol’ fanfics. Here’s a list for you guys. ENJOY   (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧


From the moon by ButterBeerBitch

Victor Nikiforov, the living legend, winner of five consecutive World Championships and five straight Grand Prix Finals - was in Yuuri’s bed. Yuuri’s bumpy, squeaky bed, with the Pokémon stickers peeling off the frame and the unwashed sheets.
“Smells like you,” Victor mumbled, careful and coy.

Yuuri was on the verge of passing out.

-

Or that one time Victor finds out why Yuuri has never let him inside his bedroom because….well, we all know why…


Things we’re all too young to know by incode

Victor miscalculates a date.


Family Arrangements by xshiroi_aki

“It’s like watching a kid, his parents, and his grandparents.”

Her marriage status aside, it kind of made sense.

That was an arrangement she could work with.


In your area by Suzariah

“Hot Russian singles are in your area.”

Yuuri probably wishes he had adblock. Victor is amused.


Get me to the Church on time by InsomniacArrest

Stories of various characters on the day of Victor and Yuuri’s wedding.

Everyone on the big day as Victor and Yuuri prepare to get hitched.


Disaster by LFMH021

“I know that one way or another, Viktor will marry you anyway. I will be your best man right so–” Phichit stated.

Chris raised an eyebrow. “Excuse me? I’m pretty sure I am the best man in their wedding.”

Yurio frowned and crossed his arms. “I was the one who suffered when these two were still pining each other. I think I deserve to be with them at the altar at the very least.”

Yuuri and Viktor glanced at each other, torn.

Yuuri didn’t really expect that Viktor’s statement about their engagement and [if] marriage would bring disaster and chaos into their night right before the Grand Prix Final’s Short Program.


Habit by LFMH021

Yuuri has developed a habit. Before competitions, whenever he wants to concentrate and exercise at the same time, he faces the wall, braces his forearms on it and then wiggle his hips while trying to recite over and over again his routine.

With earphones in and eyes shut, he doesn’t see the way others stare at him. Viktor does, though, and try to bring their attentions away. Phichit and Chris are little shits, as usual.


Amateur or Expert? Watermellonsmellinfellon

“The instructor at the local ice rink was cute. Cute with his glasses on and downright sexy with them off. And Victor just really wanted to spend some alone time with him, but there seemed to be no free time in the other’s schedule. Which left Victor considering other methods.”

In which Victor pretends he isn’t a figure skating genius all so he could talk to Yuuri.


Next time he’ll ask by Kaylin and Kira (Saphie)

Yuuri gets experimental and tries out something new in bed – calling Viktor “daddy” – but because of Viktor’s insecurities about aging, things go unexpectedly (and absurdly) wrong. [Not a daddy!kink fic so much as a humorous subversion.]


Passive-Aggressive by JapaneseAnimeFreak16

Chris has seen many strange things in his life, but he’s never seen this.

“Victor…why are you eating cereal with a spatula?”


Love Like You by LFMH021

“Viktor, it’s your turn to throw the garbage, right?”

“Nope~ Can’t remember such an agreement~” Viktor sing-sang, tiptoeing back to their bedroom.

“Yuuri, did you eat my pint of ice cream while I was out?”

“H-Huh? No way!” Yuuri spluttered with a speck of chocolate on the corner of his lips.

With each other and Makkachin by their sides on their own cozy home with framed (stolen, random and wedding) photographs occupying most of the wall, Viktor and Yuuri couldn’t ask for more.

[Basically, just a domestic Viktuuri fluff wherein Episode 11 was resolved, both of them retired but they both applied as coaches [with Yuuri as skating tutor for kids], they got married and were now living happily in their own home with Makkachin in Spain. Alternating POVs.]


Liar Liar Pants on Fire by shingeki_no_llama

Yuuri’s (not-so-secret) secret gay crush on Victor is discovered after Victor storms into his room unannounced! How will his idol and newfound coach react?

Hint: he will be very touched *wink*


Of Onsen-Holly Water by Moe_Bear

So, here’s the deal: in order to achieve such perfection, one must obligatory have contracted with Satan himself. There is no other explanation. Yuri Plisetsky is damn sure about it.


All the Times Yuuri ran from Viktor, and the One Time He Didn’t by Reisil

Or, the five times Yuuri ran from Viktor, and the time that Viktor held on.
In which Yuuri finds that he is constantly running from Viktor, until Viktor decides he’s had enough.


Just Date Me Already by Ame (Ulan)

Victor has never wanted anything more in his life.

“Yuuri, go out with me.”

“Eeh?”


let him know by mutation

Victor returns to Hasetsu alone. When he arrives at the Katsuki household, someone is waiting for him.


remembrance by doubletan

Victor remembers the confusion, hurt and rejection when he finds the empty hotel room that had once been occupied by an individual bearing the name of Katsuki Yuri hours ago, and said individual was now en route to Japan. He remembers sinking to the carpeted floor in his pajamas before returning to his own room to curl up in his comforter. He remembers Yakov coming over to help him pack with pity evident in his eyes when the check out time had long past and Victor was nowhere to be found. And all Victor could do was lie immobile on the bed with tears he thought would never end. He remembered lecturing his own self mentally, that it was ridiculous to act this way for someone you had only met once, but yet, he could not deny the fact that last night was the first time Victor had felt honestly living, relieved from the burdens and expectations as a renowned and international ice skater. Being with Yuri had felt absolutely right.

or a fic of how a heartbroken Victor had fared since that banquet and how he finally won Yuri’s heart


Looking for A Clue by rosenlight

It takes one touch and Yuuri’s head goes haywire.


Take My Hand - Take My Whole Life Too by shingeki_no_llama

Victor Nikiforov thinks he knows just who has their thoughts scrawled so carelessly on the back of his hand. He can only pray he is right.

———
Soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a temporary ever-changing tattoo


Ask Me by MarginalMadness

Sometimes life doesn’t work out the way you want it to. Especially when you give someone else the power to break your heart.


stay by my side by paranoid_fridge

“Finally!” somebody shouts and Yuuri jumps. Russian Yuri stomps toward him, expression dark. “He’s on his third round of that.” Yuri jerks a thumb to the rink behind his back. “Make him stop before he hurts himself.”

Aka Yuuri says “let’s end this”, Viktor turns to melodramatic skating, they get to cry and kiss (in that order) and all is well in the end.


Masks off by emulikule

And so the story goes that a playboy comes to a town, makes it fall in love with him and then proceeds to get himself enticed by the most mysterious person there.

Wait… did it really go like that?


Stress Is Bad by MEIXIU

“I can’t handle this. Stress is bad for the baby.” Yuuri deadpans.
If everyone were drinking something, they would have spat out their drinks in surprise.


An Examination of Stamina by Viktor Nikiforov by Anonymous_Ostrich

“Viktor…” Yuuri’s voice was low and gravelly, his teeth grazing the bend of Viktor’s neck, “Is it really okay to keep going?” His cock stirred inside of Viktor, still rock hard, still eager. The feeling of Yuuri’s semen trickling slowly out of his stretched hole made Viktor shiver, and he grabbed Yuuri’s chin in his hand, yanking his face up so that their eyes could meet.

“I’ll say this once, Yuuri. Give me everything you’ve got. Don’t stop even if I beg for you to.”


Accidentally Seductive  by braveten

Yuuri Katsuki is a walking contradiction.

(And it’s driving Viktor mad.)


Out For A Walk by Cinnamean

Yuri goes out with Yakov to explore town and gets separated from his coach. Walking around town with no money for food, he runs into the two infamous lovebirds.


Darling, Please Don’t Ask Me by HisRedEmpress

Sometimes, letting things left unsaid can be harmful.

But sometimes, only sometimes, there’s just no words needed.


yuri is even more done with everyone than previously believed by thankyouforexisting

There are things Yuri isn’t proud of, regardless of how superior to everyone else he is. Few things, of course, but still there nonetheless, though he loathes exposing them. One of his regrets might be, for example, not reading the summary of Fifty Shades of Grey before his mom mentioned off-handedly, “We should watch it, Yura.” (He can never look at her in the same way again.)

Going out for Victor’s “ exciting stag night” (which is a terrible name for it, as it mostly consisted in him sitting down and watching skaters get progressively drunker as they tried to do jumps off ice on the corner of a busy street, while everyone stared) and allowing himself to be roped into a hopeless bet has just become his newest, most fresh regret.


Unwritten by kaizuka

Soulmates AU where whatever you write on your own skin appears on your soulmate, but when there is a language barrier, meeting becomes just a little more difficult than it should be.


A Safe Place To Fall by uchiuchi

“Can I…?”

Viktor’s voice breaks Yuuri out of his trance and he focuses on Viktor, waiting for the words to come out. But Viktor doesn’t say anything more, eyes flickering between Yuuri’s eyes and mouth, and then his finger stops moving and he pulls it back.

He looks like he has more he wants to say, but doesn’t.


I’m Right Next Door by i_like_my_eggs_benedict

“The first time he heard it, Yuri Plisetsky thought he was imagining it.”


On Our Love by LiaoftheDawn

Everything was so easy and real with Yuuri. Even with the lingering tension and the unspoken inevitability of separation, they somehow managed to fall back into something close to a routine, effortless conversation, easy jabs and quiet smiles and something he wanted to hold on to for the rest of his life. Home.

Or the one where Victor thinks he’s doing the right thing, manages to disappoint all the Yuris in his life, and still everything works out at the end.


victory cheer by SportsAnimeRuinedMyLife (KnightOfRage)

Victor kissed Yuuri. You better believe all of these people have something to say about it.

Or…Mari is exhausted, Minako is confused, Nishigori is supportive, Yakov is annoyed, Yuri is pissed, Phichit is the best friend anyone could ever have and Yuuri just wants to kiss Victor again.


Five Kisses by oh_imintrouble

It hadn’t seemed out of the ordinary at the time. Victor had always been free with his affection; throwing out compliments, light caresses, even the occasional peck to the cheek. After a little over a week of having him as his coach, Yuuri was sure he had gotten used to it. It was just a Westerner thing, no use getting riled up if Victor wasn’t going to be stopping it anytime soon.

Then it happened.

~~~

Victor likes kissing Yuuri and Yuuri is frustratingly dense


rumour has it by lunaetude

Viktor Nikiforov is a genius. He tops the level without having to study and he can perform most spells without his wand. He was the second-ever first-year Seeker in the school, and the first Slytherin one at that. He’s a Parselmouth and he’s tamed the other basilisk hidden in the school’s plumbing. He has washboard abs and really defined hipbones. He’s the only son in a long line of pureblood Slytherins and he’s half-Veela and he can speak Mermish and he was born as Voldemort’s secret daughter which is why he’s prettier than half of the girls in school and—

‘Where do you even get all these?’ Viktor asks, eyebrows drawn together in bemusement. ‘I’m not even a pureblood, I’m Muggleborn.’


Dance Along by feelslikefire

Five Times Victor Kissed Yuuri, and One Time Yuuri Kissed Victor


Hold Onto Me by novocaine_sea

“Let’s end this.” Yuuri said, but it was the last thing he meant.

That was the last thing he wanted to say.


True Eros by Nerd_Queen

Viktor can’t sleep. Thats when he hears it.

A groan


the history books are made for us by d10smessi 

Victor thinks, I’ll never love someone this way again.

or: Victor Nikiforov, on loving Katsuki Yuuri.


a kingdom, or this by perennials 

The problem is, Yuuri sees Viktor’s face light up at every performance except his own.

The problem is, Yuuri takes off his glasses when he skates.

The problem is, Yuuri doesn’t see.


Addicted (to the taste of you) by smudgesofink

It’s mortifying. Of course it’s mortifying.

But even with his hands restless by his sides and his stomach buzzing with butterflies and adrenaline and nerves, Yuuri finds that he oddly doesn’t mind the attention. Or rather, Yuuri can’t bring himself to care, for once. He’s exhausted to the bone from his performance, eyes slow and limbs heavy from running on little to no sleep for more than 24 hours now, not to mention kind of emotionally drained from his mental breakdown earlier.

If anything, Yuuri kind of wants Victor to kiss him again. Preferably right now.

At once.

Immediately.

(It’s turning into a problem.)


Five Times Viktor and Yuuri Were Jealous of Makkachin (and the one time they weren’t) by braveten

“Viktor will do whatever is necessary in order to never see Yuuri cry again. He’d walk miles across broken glass. He’d relinquish all of his gold medals to JJ Leroy. He’d let Phichit hack his Instagram account.”


Viktor and Yuuri are jealous of Makkachin on multiple occasions, but the adorable brown poodle might be the only way to get them to realize their love for one another.


constellations of me and you by theargonaut

He can’t look away from Viktor, even when he turns and catches him staring. Truth be told, he can never look away from Viktor. Not even in the beginning; surely, not in any dimension or attic of spacetime, could Katsuki Yuuri have ever looked away from Viktor Nikiforov. And when Viktor looks back at him, smiling, it’s all that matters to him.


Question and Answer by chellethewriter

Viktor is growing old, and his competitors seem to be growing younger and younger. Thus, with every passing year, Viktor finds fewer familiar faces at his Grand Prix banquets, and he wonders whether his attendance has become pointless. What he doesn’t realize, however, is that one unfamiliar, alcohol-reddened face can make the whole night more than worthwhile.


(A canon-compliant retelling of the banquet in which Viktor falls head-over-heels for a certain drunk, Japanese figure skater, and Yuri Plisetsky is both displeased and incredulous).


Pretty For Me by blushunder

A month and a half into becoming more than just skater and coach, Viktor is struck by a realization while Yuuri tries on his old costumes.


Nighttime Sparklers by brumalbreeze

“If anyone should feel lucky, shouldn’t it be me?” Yuuri murmured. “I mean, you’re the Viktor Nikiforov, after all. You could have anyone you want….”

Viktor let his breath fan evenly over Yuuri’s neck as he listened to his words. Though he couldn’t see it, he could imagine Yuuri’s knit brows and small frown. He tightened his grip around Yuuri’s waist and thought about what had happened earlier in the day. This was a different scenario, but Yuuri was feeling anxious and unsure again, and he needed comforting. Viktor didn’t want to mess up this time. He wanted to do things right.


i know my madness by astoryaboutwar

It’s hardly a secret that Victor Nikiforov is a massive player.

(In which Yuuri doesn’t blow the Grand Prix Finals the first time round, does blow Victor, and everything changes but ends up the same.)


– updated version below this  (✿◠‿◠)–


I want to stay close to you by Cloud111

Yuuri swallowed, letting his head turn back to the legend sprawled out on his bed. To the first person to reach out for him after he’d pushed them away. To the man that had taught him to love himself and taught him to want things because he could get them if only he tried.

“I want… you.”


Yuuri!!! On Pole by Noble_Nook

Viktor Nikiforov is an accomplished, world famous dancer-turned-choreographer who has struck out to rekindle a spark he seems to be missing after so many years on and off the stage, only to soon find it wrapped around a stripper pole in Japan.


Until My Feet Bleed and My Heart Aches by Reiya

‘…Of all the rivalries in the world of sports over the years, perhaps none has become so legendary as that of Russian figure skater Viktor Nikiforov and his rival, Japanese Yuuri Katsuki…’

A single event changes the course of Yuuri’s life, throwing him into a bitter rivalry with Viktor Nikiforov that spans across his entire skating career. But as the years go on, rivalry and hatred begin to develop into something very different and Yuuri doesn’t seem to be able to stay away, no matter how hard he tries.

Hatred and love are two sides of the same coin and even though everything changes, some things are still meant to be.


On My Love by RikoJasmine

For the second time, the Sochi Grand Prix Finals arrive, and with it a reborn Yuuri Katsuki. “Viktor,” Yuuri thinks over the pounding of his heart, the crowd going silent as the music begins. “I’ll show the world what you meant to me.”

Yuuri often thinks of his life as Before and After Viktor Nikiforov, the marking point being the day Viktor swept into his life and turned his world upside-down. After many years together, an accident leads to Yuuri suddenly waking up in the Before—back in Detroit, before the GPF, before he ever knew Viktor as anything other than his childhood idol.

As if it had all been just a dream.


I Wanted To Check by insatiablerealist

Yuuri is an artist, Viktor is a ballet teacher, and they find themselves sharing an apartment in Barcelona. The only problem is they speak two different languages, but despite that, they fall in love.

Love Actually AU based on the Colin Firth/language barrier storyline, you don’t need to know the movie to get the story. The setting etc is all changed but the plot is mostly the same.


you’re like heaven to touch by lazulisong

“Is this because I let you watch American movies as a child,” says Yakov flatly. “The ones where the popular boy gives his coat to the pretty girl?”

Victor puts up both eyebrows in a delicately mocking gesture that was unbearable when he was a fey creature of sixteen and makes Yakov yearn to clip him around the ears now, when he’s twenty-eight. “'Let’ me?” he says.


5 Lessons on Sexuality Victor Taught Yuuri (+1 Lesson Yuuri Taught Victor) by angel_kink

Whether Victor realized it or not, he taught Yuuri many valuable things about sexuality. But Yuuri had a lesson for Victor as well.


Move Close by SigmundFreud

Now fully awake Victor could feel his morning wood pressing against his lover’s ass. Damn. He wondered if Yuuri would be upset if he woke the student up for a short love making session before work and school.


the distance between our fingers by awkwardedgeworth

If Otabek were a bystander, he would see Victor Nikiforov being a ruthless coach, raising his voice at Yuri’s less than stellar free leg, It’s a normal occurrence, the older retired skater pointing out areas Yuri can work on.

But Otabek is not a bystander, and he sees the glint of a golden ring from Victor’s right hand, slipped around his ring finger like a reminder.

A reminder that Victor, estranged with nowhere else to go, was picked up by Yuri and Yakov to go back to Russia so he can have a semblance of a life back.

A life without Yuuri Katsuki.


I see the universe in your eyes by fangirlandiknowit

Before Yuuri realizes what’s happening, he’s been kissed by Viktor Nikiforov.

It’s a small kiss, but Viktor’s lips are soft and dry, brushing over his slow enough that he can feel the tingle of it for minutes afterwards.

It was a kiss, and-

If Yuuri wins, he can ask for another.

Maybe more than one, even.

(Maybe he’ll ask for as many kisses as there are stars in the universe.)



The Grass is Dead by ztellar

It had been two days since the house next door had been moved into, and today, Saturday, it seemed that whoever was going to live there had finally moved in themself. It was all anyone in the neighborhood would talk about, Morooka had even stopped by for a surprise visit so that he, Phichit, and Yuuri could watch their new neighbor from Yuuri’s kitchen window.


The only cue of someone even living in the house was the chitter of a sprinkler in both the front and back lawn.


“He’s got a pretty nice looking car, from here,” Morooka commented.


“Yeah but who has a nice car and moves into a shady house?” Phichit retorted, his question seemingly rhetorical. After a beat of silence he made a tch sound and cocked a hip, “Only pimps or rich kids running from their super sad and oppressive lives, that’s who.”


An Alternate Payment Scheme by exclamation

Yuri and Victor never did discuss what Victor’s coaching fees would be. When Yuri brings the subject up again, Victor has some interesting ideas.



Hell No by LoveActually_rps

Would you tell anyone when you accidentally learn that the person you adore the most and the person you hate the most are actually soulmates? Hell no! [– a novel by Yuri Plisetsky]


Buy 1, Get 50% Off by ayyyywhatsup

Yuuri is just a 21 yr old college student who is trying to win at life. When he gets into an argument with his roommate, Phichit, he rushes out of the apartment to make amends. The only shop he can afford is a dainty flower store in the busy city of Detroit.

Flower shop! AU


Then you should have put a ring on it by ObsidianAbyss

Recently, it’s become a trend for students to exchange rings with their significant others. Although Yuuri is very much single and uninterested, he wears a pretty ring that mostly goes unnoticed by his peers.
That is until Victor Nikiforov starts wearing an exact copy of Yuuri’s ring and flaunts it around.

Loosely based on Only the Ring Finger knows


He Did More Than Drink Till Dawn by TrashBambi (orewakei)

Viktor had spent so many nights fantasising about the Japanese man, remembering the way he’d ground against him as he begged Viktor to be his coach. 


Anything Could Happen by Creepikat

After two years Viktor and Yuuri finally get married. They rent a Hotel near Detroit, in a beautiful and snowy place. Everyone’s here. The future husbands are idiots. Phichit is a best man. Christophe too. And somehow he’s even more dashing than usual. This is gonna be a merry mess. 


To Savior by Kaishiru

“Today is all about you,” Yuuri breathed, fingers fanning out over the obvious bulge in his lover’s trousers.

In which Yuuri makes Viktor’s birthday a day he will never forget.


Mille-Feuille by hanakoto

“You-you were talking dirty, weren’t you?”

“Wow, Yuuri! How can you tell? I could be talking about eating chicken soup and you wouldn’t even know.”

Yuuri discovers that Victor is fluent in French.


Better Romance by EttaMills

Yuuri was no playboy, but he did, to people’s shock, have romantic experience before Viktor. However, it was no love story and bad memories tend to reopen old wounds.


Luckily, Viktor is more than h
appy to not only patch up those wounds, but rub a little salt in the person that caused them. 


Clap Back by EttaMills

A few months after the embarrassing Instagram incident, Yuuri had foolishly thought there would be no consequences.


However, certain hockey players learn that you can’t go after Ice Skating’s number one katsudon without dealing with the squad.


a certain playboy by fan_nerd

@v-nikiforov - The handsome playboy has returned to town. Please pay special attention to my Free Skate tomorrow. ♥♥♥

There’s no way that Victor, Yuuri’s childhood idol, could be calling Yuuri a handsome playboy, just because they’d met eyes at two skating events. Besides, a total stranger had given Yuuri the tickets. It would be totally absurd.

Yuuri frowns, turning his head on the pillow. Wouldn’t it?


Later Date by triste

“Here’s the thing, see,” Victor breezes. “Yuuri mysteriously misplaced his suppressants, so now he’ll be going into heat. It’s a terrible shame, I know, but I could never leave him to deal with this on his own. I’m his alpha, remember? And his coach. And his fiancé.”

“It’s the middle of the season!” Yakov roars. “Vitya, you can’t just–”

“See you in five days!” Victor says brightly.

Then the line goes dead.

Yakov hurls his phone at the window in impotent rage, and it actually makes a bigger dent than Yurio’s did.

“I wish people would stop doing that,” Georgi sighs.


Break the Cycle by SigmundFreud

Yuuri’s neck was bright red, matching the colors of his cheeks. His eyes were half-lidded with pupils blown wide. He could try to avoid Victor all he wanted, but standing this close to the man made Yuuri lose all rational thought. Victor was like a drug, the strongest drug Yuuri knew, and he could never reject those lips.

College AU where Yuuri is a grad student addicted to fucking his ex, and Victor is secretly suffering from heartbreak.


Russian for Dummies by cutthroatpixie

“Are you a beginner?”

Viktor was not a beginner. Viktor was the TA supposedly in charge of this study session. Viktor spoke Russian. Viktor was Russian.

“Sure!”


Strange Bedfellows by ikemegane

When Yuri’s childhood crush showed up at his door, naked, full of impossible promises, the young skater didn’t even know what to think. When Yuri somehow ends up with said childhood crush in his bed, however, his body does the thinking for him.


santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight by frolickingangels

Yuuri has a sweet, little surprise for the birthday boy.


Consequences of Jetlag by paintstroke

The morning after Yuuri arrives in St. Petersburg he decides that this might be his one chance to wake Viktor up however he wants…

Shameless fluffy smut, PWP.

Japan is 6 hours ahead of St. Petersburg.


We’ll Remember These Nights by Cornflower

“You look just like the poster in my room,” Yuuri slurred, barely holding himself up in Viktor’s arms, “but you have more clothes on.” He giggled. The words hit Viktor hard, and he didn’t know how much more his weak gay heart could handle. He barely even noticed Yakov leaving the room with his head cradled in his hands.

Or in other words, what really went down at the banquet last year, and what that meant for them now.


So that’s it for now! I’ll update this from time to time but here are some of the fics I found  ╰(◡‿◡✿╰)

Remember to give kudos to the authors!

UPDATED!! (January 02, 2017)

((I know that I didn’t really add a lot but I promise I still have some that I’m going to post, I just feel really lazy atm (▰˘◡˘▰) haha whoops. I thought about making the updated fics into a separate post, sort of like a part two but eh, I decided no to. If there are some repeats from the earlier fics I rec’d let me know so that I can edit it out and also, if you want to submit a fic, please do!   ◕‿◕ ))

schniggles  asked:

I would be so very, very interested in your take on a Stardew Valley fic

Elliot opened the door to his cabin, and nearly fell backwards, swallowing an unbecoming shriek of surprise.

The woman who’d claimed the old farm west of Pelican Town was standing right outside his door. Her dark eyes were wide and wild, blue hair frayed and flying in every direction, green slime and rust smudged over her cheeks. The hem of her white dress was tattered, touched with the mud that soaked her heavy boots.

“Hi,” she said.

“Hello?” he said. “Are you hurt?” He thought that some of the mud might have been bruises, but it was hard to tell.

She laughed like a jug full of rocks. “Yeah,” she said. She hadn’t taken her eyes off of him. “You weren’t here this morning so I went to the mine.” She had a pickaxe and a sword strapped to her back, both looking worn and battered.

“Would you like me to call Harvey?” he asked, because the longer he looked at her the more she looked as if she was about to collapse.

“No, I’ll probably just go to bed,” she said, pulling her backpack in front of her so that she could dig through it.

“It really seems like you should go to the hosp–”

He was interrupted when she shoved something towards him.

“I got you this lobster,” she said.

It was in poor shape, having apparently been kept at the bottom of her bag, beneath raw ore and berries and sharp hunks of crystal. He took it very gingerly from her with the tips of well-manicured fingers. Hers were chewed ragged and covered in dirt.

“This is a beautiful gift,” he assured her. “Thank you.”

She beamed. Her teeth were stained red.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to–”

“Okay, bye,” she said, turning to run back toward the bridge into town. Elliot was left standing in the doorway to his cabin, spotless from his boots to his cravat, holding a disfigured lobster covered in gold dust and crushed salmonberries.

He looked at the lobster.

“… I wonder if she likes poetry.”

Reasons to Watch Monster Factory
  • Just two brothers playing games and making such horrible monstrosities in the character creation
  • Said monstrosities are also given names such as The Final Pam, Truck Shepard, Christopher Christopher “The Pebble” Christopher Christopher and Daytrader Vader
  • “I’ll get the Rock pregnant.”
  • Their female creations aren’t treated differently and are made just as horrific as their male creations
  • Pure humor, nothing controversial, and actually funny unlike a lot of gaming channels (it took me like an hour to get through a vid that was 25 minutes long because i needed to pause to catch my breath from laughing so damn hard)
  • “Just like Bart.”
  • In their Second Life series Griffin was super uncomfortable with the amount of “in your face” porn content that would show up and even said that if he became mayor he would ban all of the sex servers
  • “Dr. Phil if you tell me something that stupid again you’re going to eels.”
  • Showed disgust at a young, over-sexualized neko girl and then proceeded to turn her into the most horrific Rat Baby and named her furry familiar Vape Life (after showing disgust towards the furry)
  • This compilation of almost evey time they say “boy” on the show
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Hey love your blog!! Could you please do a Kai imagine with him being all sweet and cute while trying to apologise to you (like he did to bonbon) you can choose why. And he gets all nervous and starts stuttering and tripping on his words. Thank you so much xxxx


The heat of the oven engulfed you as you bent over to retrieve the brownies. You nodded to the music that was currently playing in the background as you stuck a toothpick into the chocolaty goodness, checking it. They were perfect.

“Stress baking?” 

“Jesus!” You cursed, jumping in the air to see the one and only Kai Parker standing in your kitchen. His shoulders were somewhat tense, hands shoved into his pockets lazily. “What do you want Parker?” 

“I wanna say sorry.” You remained silent, stirring the mixture for the next batch of brownies. “I was an ass, okay?” Kai couldn’t take you not even looking at him. He had messed up and he knew it, he felt horrible. 

“You pushed me away.” You said, turning to face him. 

“I…I was scared. Okay, Y/N, I was scared? You… I don’t know. Dammit.” He fumbled, nervously rocking on the heels of his feet. “You mean so much to me and I was scared because I thought you would hurt me, so I hurt you before you could do that.”

“That makes no sense Kai, I love you. And I’m always there for you. I would never intentionally hurt you.”

Kai took two long strides towards you. “…I’m s-sorry, okay? I’m so sorry.” You grinned up at him, taking his hand. Kai gripped onto your hand, he wasn’t going to let you slip through his fingers again. “Will you forgive me? Please forgive me…” He rested his head on top of yours. 

“I forgive you.” You whispered as he began rocking the two of you side to side. 

Kai exhaled softly. “Feelings are hard.” You nodded in agreement. “Hey Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I have a brownie now?”

A Contained Mess

Request: Kylo Ren plus dry humping please god!!”

Pairing: Kylo Ren x Reader

Word Count: 926

Warnings: Smut (obviously)

A/n: I’m screAMING!!!! Riding Kylo’s thigh involved!! Yes!!!

Originally posted by sensualkisses


The silence was almost unbearable. It was only rarely broken by the beeping of the monitor that demanded a sliver of attention, easily being hushed by the pressing down of your lazy finger. It was just you in the office, everyone else had gone to celebrate the success of an offensive mission against the Resistance. You would have gone too, but the centre needed at least one able body to look after it. You had drawn the short straw, and so found yourself in a position of absolute monotony, rocking on your creaky chair as the steady squeaks and quiet beeps started to cause your ears to ring.

“Hard at work I see.” A robotic voice echoed across the dimly lit room, surprising you to the point of almost falling off the office chair.

“Blast, Kylo!” You breathed, holding a hand up to your chest. “You scared me.”

“Forgive me,” He chuckled in response, the delightful sound contradicting the droning crackles that his helmet produced. “I came to look for you when you weren’t at the party.”

You groaned as a red button lit up, beeping annoyingly, compelling you to lean over in your chair to swat it down.

“Unfortunately, I got stuck overwatching the ship’s main console. Really, quite thrilling work.” You said with a dissatisfied huff. Kylo removed his helmet, placing it on your work station with a smirk.

“Would you like me to help you… pass the time?” He asked, taking a seat next to you.

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Santa’s Lap

You’re welcome @asirenscalling @thenightmarebeforebucky @thatawkwardtinyperson @lady-thor-foster @sammyissassy

Word Count: 1169 
Pairings: Bucky x Reader 
Warnings: Christmas, Dirty Santa, Sexy Husband, Smut, Smutty Smut Smut!

Originally posted by theunofficialsebstan

Originally posted by daisydae

“C’mon, baby! Time to sit on Santa’s lap!” You exclaimed, pulling your four year old son along. The mall’s Santa looked extremely realistic this year and your son lit up like a Christmas tree. 

“Santa!” He babbled over and over again, making grabby hands toward the man’s face. Bucky chuckled deeply behind you. 

You grinned and nodded, “Gotta be nice, okay? You can’t pull Santa’s beard like you do your daddy’s.” 

Santa was quick to pull your son onto his lap before he could run away. When he looked up at you, his mouth seemed to drop slightly. He cleared his throat, and in a low tone he asked, “Would Mommy like to sit on my other leg?” 

Your brows furrowed.

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  • Jyugo: Why is blood so hard to wash off your hands?
  • Jyugo: I JUST REALIZED HOW BAD THIS SOUNDS. FOR THE RECORD, I HAD A NOSE BLEED, I’M NOT A SERIAL KILLER.
  • Nico: But we all know that’s not quite true.
  • Uno: Hydrogen peroxide dissolves blood, just fyi.
  • Rock: Do you think if you gave someone a huge shot of hydrogen peroxide straight into their bloodstream it would kill them?
  • Hajime: This cell is filled with murderers.
Surface Tension - Jughead Jones x Reader Imagine

Warnings: Nothing

Request by @timelawds : Hey! I was wondering if you could do an imagine with the reader and Jughead? One as Archie’s younger sister, who is loud, tough, and sarcastic (still in the sophomore class) where she is friends with all of his friends except Jughead because there is a hatred between them, but in the end it’s all fluff and things? Thank you so much!

Here you are. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry it’s so long.

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anonymous asked:

I'll like to ask... do you have a ranking for bangtan *ejem* derrieres? I know that jimin's is first, but(t) i've been seeing some Suga photos and i... i want your opinion

Okay, you know i’m a HUGE fan of ALL Bangtan butts, so please understand that before you read on:

1. Jimin, obviously, the Butt King, the Supreme Ruler of Ass, the Emperor of Junk. He has got one rock hard rear. He blesses every pair of pants he wears. One day he will hulk bust out of his clothes just by flexing his butt. 

2. Yoongi, the unexpected Ass Hero. The hero that none of us deserve. Like, you would expect a dude that skinny to be pancake flat. But no? He has got some juicy little handfuls?? It almost ain’t right…. I almost don’t believe him….. I feel like I should cup his butt just to be sure…. for Research….  take some slo-mo jiggle footage, measure the butt warmth, poke gently a couple of times to test the give, all very scientific. 

3. Hobi, like all you gotta do is watch him do those girl group dances in pleather pants on weekly idol and you will understand. Oh will you understand. He’s real proud of it too. It’s nice and lean but still round, overall very nice.

4/5. Jin and Tae are tied just because I don’t recall seeing all that much of Jin’s ass, seems like he wears a lot of long shirts, but I feel like it’s got to be excellent? He’s very soft and well-structured so I just have to trust him on that? Tae’s I HAVE seen a bit of and it’s great, like definitely better than your average ass, REALLY good ass, just doesn’t have quite as much curve as the first three. Still 10/10 would cup gently and treasure.

6/7. Nams and Kook. But LOOK. They both have fucking STELLAR legs, like probably rank 1 and 2 for legs, and God does not give evenly with both hands, they can’t have both. It would not be fair. To be clear, would STILL cup their butts and would LOVE every second of it. Excellent little rears. 

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~Thank you to @dolphingoddess81, @ineedthesons, and @ilikechocolatemilkh for the help. @come-join-themurder This enough smut for ya?~

Reader’s POV

I wasn’t a stranger to violence with being the niece to a Son of Anarchy and the daughter of a drug addict, it always seemed to follow. My uncle Tig had done his best to take care of me when my mom was bad. He helped me get through high school and then once I graduated I got a job at TM. Even though I wasn’t a son, I was family, and they let me live in a dorm in the clubhouse for free.

Everything was fine until two weeks ago. One of those crazy fucking Calaveras broke into the club house. I had been in my room taking a nap when I heard yelling from the front of the clubhouse. It didn’t sound like any of the Sons so I slowly made my way down the hallway and peeked into the main part to find the guy pointing a gun at Uncle Tig and Happy.

I knew I had to do something so I made it back to my room and grabbed the gun Uncle Tig had given me. I quietly made my way back up the hallway and made sure the man couldn’t see me. He was talking about how he was going to kill one of them and take the other. I slowly turned the safety off and when I knew he was completely focused on them, I unloaded the entire clip into his back. The guy’s body fell to the floor and my hands shook slightly.

Uncle Tig and Happy came over to me but I was just staring at the body. My mind was trying to process what I just did as Uncle Tig was talking to me. Happy took the gun out of my hand and Uncle Tig made me look at him.

“You did good, Doll. We have to clean this mess up now. Go back to your room and relax, okay?” He spoke to me slowly like I was a child and I nodded. I took in a deep and shaky breath and went back to my room.

That was two weeks ago and I was still waking up, gasping for air, from the nightmares I’ve been having. I had barely gotten 7 hours of sleep since it happened. I sighed and put my head in my hands. Fuck, I need a goddamn drink. I threw the blankets off of me and got out of bed. I was wearing a TM shirt and some PJ shorts, so I shivered slightly as the wind hit my body.

There had been a SAMCRO party tonight so when everyone started passing out drunk, I went to sleep that only lasted an hour. Now I was trying to make my way over the bodies of croweaters and sons and get to the bar. I poured myself some whiskey and leaned against the counter.

“Shouldn’t you be asleep?” A voice rasped from the doorway. I jumped and spilled some of the whiskey on my shirt.

“Shit! What the hell are you doing up here? Shouldn’t you be in the back getting sucked off by a croweater.” I glared at Happy. He smirked at me and shrugged. I rolled my eyes as I knew that would be the best I was going to get. “I couldn’t sleep.” I answered his earlier question.

He came over to me and set the glass down on the counter. I looked up at him confused as he just stared at me. It was awkward and I wanted to look away but something in me wouldn’t let me. He reached his hand up and lightly cupped the side of my face. His thumb brushed the underside of my eye softly.

“Nightmares?” He asked simply. I couldn’t lie to him so I just nodded my head. He looked around the room to make sure everyone was asleep still and then he looked back at me. He took his hand away.

“I had them after my first time too.” He told me.

“After your first kill?” I asked and he nodded. “When will it go away?”

“Depends, mine went away after I got used to killing.” He shrugged. I let out a scoff.

“Thanks, Hap very helpful. I’ll just go out and slaughter 10 more people.” I said sarcastically and he gave me an amused look.

“Want help?” He asked and chuckled as I playfully hit him.

“I’m serious Hap. I’ve only gotten 7 hours of sleep in the past two weeks.” I told him.

“Don’t drink or take pills to try and sleep. I don’t need you getting addicted.” Hap said.

“Fine, give me something useful and I won’t.” I told him. He pulled something out of his back pocket and handed it to me. I took it and smiled as I realized it was chocolate.

“My ma used to give me chocolate before bed if I had a nightmare the night before.” He told me.

“Thanks, Happy.” I kissed his cheek softly.

“Yeah, go attempt to get some sleep, little girl.” He nodded towards the dorms. I giggled and headed back to my room. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep tonight so I turned on the tv and watched it until it was time to work. Besides for yawning so much I thought my jaw was going to pop off, nothing unusual happened. That night the clubhouse was quiet and I headed to bed at a semi-decent time.

I broke off a piece of chocolate from the bar that Happy gave me and ate it. I changed into Pjs and got into bed. I closed my eyes and passed out quickly. The chocolate failed and this time when I woke up I wasn’t gasping for air, I was screaming. Not too loud to wake up the whole clubhouse but loud enough that anyone outside of my door would of heard me. Which was why when my door opened and someone came over to me, I wasn’t that surprised. When they reached me I had managed to stop screaming but I had moved into sobbing so hard I couldn’t breath.

The person sat on my bed and pulled me into their arms. They rocked me softly and stroked my hair until I calmed down. I didn’t know who it was yet but I was thankful they came in. My body relaxed into them as I finally managed to stop crying. I looked up at them and was surprised to find that it was Happy who had come to comfort me.

“Hap?” I asked. He grunted in response. “Can… will you… stay in here with me please?” He looked at me and nodded after a minute. He set me down and went to close the door. I was still shaking slightly and got back underneath the covers.

“Do you mind?” Happy asked gesturing to his clothes.

“No I’ve seen you shirtless before Hap.” I said. He smirked and rolled his eyes at my answer. He took off his t-shirt and his jeans which made me swallow a little but I made sure that didn’t show. He got in on the other side of the bed. I looked over at him, he sighed and put his arm up and nodded. I cuddled into his side and laid my head on his chest. He wrapped his arm around me and traced light circles over my arm with with fingers. Between that and listening to his heartbeat, I feel asleep quickly again.

I woke up the next morning to my pillow snoring. I opened my eyes confused and saw a bare chest under my head. I lifted my head off of it and looked up to find Happy. Everything came back to me. I smiled at Happy and tried to get up but his arm was wrapped around my tightly. His hand had also somehow snaked it’s way under my shirt during the night and he had a firm grip on my stomach. I glared up at him as I gave up on trying to get out of his grasp.

“Hap. Hap!” I said while poking him in the stomach. He stirred slightly but didn’t wake up. “Hap!” I said again and then squealed as he rolled on top of me, still asleep. Well most of him anyways, something else was wide awake and he groaned as it pressed against me.  I freaked out and punched him in the shoulder. “Hap!”

This time he woke up with a growl. His hand that wasn’t in my shirt grabbed my hand that hit his shoulder. I stayed still as his eyes opened and he seemed to realize what happened. He let go of my hand and jumped off of me fast.

“Sorry.” He said. I sighed and sat up.

“It’s okay. I freaked out when you rolled on top of me. Thought your fat ass was going to crush me.” I joked and he chuckled.

“Thanks…” He rolled his eyes at me. I smiled.

“Thanks for last night.” I said softly and he nodded. He grabbed his clothes and started putting them on. Once he was finished he turned to leave. “Hap!” He turned to me.

“Yeah?” He asked.

“Can you…” I started and coughed embarrassed. “Can you stay again tonight?” I finally managed. He nodded and left. I smiled and got ready for the day feeling refreshed for the first time in a while.

~

Happy and I developed a pattern.Every night Happy comes into my room once everyone is asleep and leaves before everyone wakes up. It has been two months since we’ve started this and while Happy chased away the nightmares, he also brought on a plague of making me so horny that I was seriously considering jumping him. Every fucking morning either his morning wood is pressed into me or his hand is groping my body.

I don’t want to bring it up because I don’t want him to stop staying. I’ve slept better in the past two months then I have my whole life. I wanted Happy badly though. Maybe instead of saying anything, I should test the waters out a bit. I smirked as I thought of what I could do. The dorm was slightly hot and that could work in my favor.

A knock came on the door before it opened and Happy walked in. As soon as he walked in, he began to strip and as I was watching him, I decided to go for it. I moved up into a sitting position and pulled my tank top off. I had my bra on still but Happy’s eyes got wide as I took off the tank.

“What are you doing?” He asked. His voice seemed slightly lower.

“It’s hot.” I shrugged. He nodded and got into bed beside me. I turned on my side and patted my hip. He sighed and wrapped an arm around me while pulling me against his chest.

“Those fucking metal things on your bra are digging into my chest.” He grumbled after a couple minutes. I smirked and looked back at him.

“You want me to take it off, Hap?” I asked in a playful voice and he glared at me.

“Go to sleep little girl.” He said and cuddled into me more. I laid my head back down. The front of his pants were pressed into my ass now. I smirked and moved like I was trying to get comfy while pressing my ass right into his cock. I heard him growl slightly. I pretended like I didn’t notice and moved again, grinding my ass into his cock. His hand grabbed my hip so hard that I thought he was going to break it. “Don’t move again little girl.” He growled in my ear, causing my pussy to soak my panties.

“Why? You like that Happy?” I said referring to the erection I could feel pressed against my ass now. He gripped my hip harder, if that was possible. and I let out a little hiss of pain.

“You don’t want me to like it.” Happy growled again. I bit back a moan and looked back at him. Our faces were so close that his nose was touching mine.

“Yes I do.” I looked him dead in the eyes as I said that and took his hand on my hip. I moved it to my pussy so he could feel that my shorts were even soaked. His eyes closed as he felt how wet I was and his breathing was heavy. “I need you.” When I said this, it was like something snapped in him.

He growled and shoved his fingers hard against my covered pussy. I moaned as he ground his cock against my ass. He bit my earlobe and I let out a gasp. He moved down to my neck and kissed and sucked on it. He took his hand away from my pussy and yanked down my shorts. He slapped my ass hard and I moaned loudly. He lifted my leg over his as he continued to rub his cock against my ass. He ghosted his fingers over ,my pussy and lightly circled my clit. He slammed two fingers into my pussy and started pumping in and out.

“Fuck! Happy!” I moaned loudly. He growled and bit my neck and then kissed up to my ear.

“Quiet little girl.” He chuckled in my ear. “Unless you want your Uncle to come in here.” He speed up his fingers and I moaned louder. “You want him to catch you with the killer, little girl?”

“Mmmmm Happy, please!” I begged not really sure what I wanted.

“What do you want, little girl.” His fingers moved harder and faster. “Use your words baby.”

“I… I want…” I moan loudly as he moved his fingers faster. “Fuck! I want your cock!” I practically yelled. He pulled away and tore my shorts off of me. He took off his boxers and looked over my body.

“Fuck! Take off your bra, little girl.”  He ordered. I took it off and laid back down. “Who’s are you?”

“What?” I asked, surprised. He grabbed my legs and pulled me down the bed to him. He pulled my legs apart and smacked my pussy hard. My hips bucked hard and he smirked.

“Who’s are you, little girl?” He growled.

“I’m yours!” I moaned. He flipped me over so my back was facing him. He tucked my knees under me and slightly to the side so I was spread out for him. He smacked my ass again and I moaned loudly. He leaned down and kissed my back softly. He put one hand where he kissed and pressed down lightly and put his other hand on the side of my head with my face towards the side. His hand slid off my back and he took his cock and pushed his cock into my entrance. When he pushed slightly into me, he put his hand back on the spot on my back.

He used all his force to thrust into me. Pushing me right into the mattress. My mouth opened wide as he began to pound me into the mattress. He pushed my head and back down as he kept thrusting long, hard strokes into me. He used the angle I was at to thrust deeply into me, hitting my g spot everytime. His balls and hips were bouncing off my ass as he thrusted. I gripped the bed and my moans turned into gasps and screams as he pounded the fuck out of me.

The bed creaked and groaned under us and slammed into the wall over and over again. Happy was grunting and his hand was bruising my back. My nails were ripping holes into my sheets as I pulled downward on them.

“Fuck! God Happy, I’m fuck!” I screamed out. He growled and moved faster. I came hard not long after that. He thrusted in deep and came hard. Our bodies shook hard as we settled down. He pulled out of me and lightly pulled his hands off. He placed kisses down my back and softly rubbed my sides. I smiled and yawned. He lightly pulled my legs out from under me and laid down on the bed beside me. He pulled me to him and cuddle against me.

“Don’t forget that you’re mine.” He said. I turned around and faced him. He looked down at me and I kissed him. He kissed back and I cupped his cheek. He smiled against my lips.

“You’re mine too.” I told him.

“I can live with that, little girl.” He told me with a smirk.


~Tagging all my Happy babes

@sarcastic-lunatic, @redwoodog, @soafanficluvr1, @fortheloveofthesoa, @one-charming-life, @khyharah, @samcrolivesforever, @calumonoxide, @chaosmieu, @thegoodthebadandtheempty, @soaoriginal, @jade770, @supernaturalanarchy, @im-gay-for-chibbs-juiceyandtiggy

Bringing Your Scene to Life Through Action

Have you ever read a story that starts with a character sitting in a still forest, just thinking?  They’re almost always dull.

I’ve read, and rejected, thousands of them for publication.  Why?   Because the whole darned story is just sitting there, doing nothing, too.

So we’re trained as writers to avoid such scenes, to start our tale “in media res,” in the middle of things—specifically, in the middle of action.

But not all tales lend themselves to action and adventure.  In fact, when dealing with settings, most of them aren’t very dynamic.  Houses, castles, entire cities and mountains all just  … sit there, despite the fact that you would like them to do otherwise.

We’re biologically geared to take notice of things in motion.   Anything that moves of its own volition is either potential food or a potential threat.  So we’re wired for action.

Many of the best writers try to bring scenes to life even by putting their world into motion in one of several ways.

The first way to bring your story into motion is to look for details that suggest motion.  So instead of having your character sitting in a perfectly still forest, describe the trees swaying in a soft breeze, with trees creaking under its power, as cumulus clouds sail overhead in the advance of a storm. Or describe a single crow as it takes flight from a branch above your character, or show the squirrels racing up the boles of pine trees, or tell of the sound of a branch snapping, which might portend danger.

Some things, of course, can’t be in motion very well.  A house just sits there, as does a rock.  All of your wishing will not put that object into motion.  So you have to stretch your imagination, look for metaphors or similes that create motion where there is none.

When Tolkien described trees, he would say that they “marched down the hillside,” or they “huddled near the book,” and they “leaned above Frodo,” and so on.  It’s a technique that can work, but don’t work too hard at it.  You’ll know that you’re overdoing it when you try to assign the inanimate objects human emotions or desires.  I hate reading about a “lonely little rock, pining for others.”  If you go that far, you sound schizophrenic.

One writing exercise that I find that works well for the opening of a tale is to describe the scene using only active verbs (no was, or were, or anything that shows a static setting.) Give it a try—write a two-page scene with a well-developed setting that places everything in physical motion. It’s a challenge, but it tends to be a rewarding one.

John makes his way up the stairs with their takeaway, and pauses on the top step as he hears a faint cry. He half winces, half smiles. Perhaps Rosie getting used to her earlier bed-time right away was a bit ambitious.

He hears Sherlock’s voice from the hall- tutting, actually tutting, and so John hovers between the step and the doorway, unseen.

Sherlock comes into view, gently bouncing Rosie up and down in his arms. “Now, you’re not meant to be awake, I hope you know that,” and his voice is so soft that John’s breath catches in his throat. Sherlock should have spotted him hiding by now, but he is enraptured by Rosie. 

She wails loudly and Sherlock doesn’t even flinch. In fact, he laughs. “Yes, sorry, you’re stuck with me,” he says. “I would sing if it’d help, but that’s your Dad’s forté.”

John looks up, and blinks hard.

“Come on,” Sherlock murmurs. He’s rocking her, now, swaying her back into sleep. “Come on, darling. I know, let’s have a look out here, you’d like that, hmm?”

With one hand, Sherlock reaches across and opens the curtains a little. Rosie peers out- intrigued, but glazing over slightly as she drifts off. 

“You’re going to have so much fun,” Sherlock whispers. His head has bent down, his lips just brushing the top of her head. “Just look at that, Rosie. Billions of people in the world, all of them connected in some way, and they don’t even know it yet, some of them.” She sighs deeply, sleepily. “That’s it, sssh. You don’t know it yet, but you’re going to have the best adventure, I just know it.”

Her eyes are completely closed now, and Sherlock gradually slows his rocking. “But the best part is coming home,” he finishes, and he says with reverence, like it’s the most precious secret in the world.

John steps back to compose himself. When he goes through the doorway, Sherlock is off putting Rosie back into bed. He sets up the cutlery, the wine glasses, the containers of prawn crackers, and fortune cookies, and everything in between. 

He raises his head as he hears Sherlock’s quiet footsteps coming closer. “She’s not, you know that?”

Sherlock pours their wine, John’s glass first, then his own. “I’m sorry?”

“She’s not ‘stuck with you’,” John replies. 

Sherlock’s cheeks turn pink. “I- well-”

“She’s not,” John insists. He hands Sherlock his wine glass and taps it against his own. “We’re her family,” he says. He says it, bold and firm and clear as crystal.

Sherlock sets down the wine glass, and kisses him with the biggest grin on his face John has seen. They both pretend, for now, that it’s not a teary one.

Writing Romance

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There is the rather prevalent idea among writers that writing romance is hard. And for some people, maybe it is, but I would argue that it’s not difficult to write as much as it is easy to misinterpret.

In real life, relationships don’t have many straightforward rules besides a few obvious ones like “Trust is important” and “Don’t kill your spouse” and “99% of men are dense idiots who wouldn’t know how to read a signal if you tied them to a post and bashed them over the head with a rock, so just try asking him out on a date already”.

In the words of Tom Clancy, the difference between fiction and reality is that fiction has to make sense. What that essentially means is that writing fictional romance does have a few cut-and-dry rules, and that you can substitute “experience” with “logic” and get away with it, so you don’t need any prior relationship experience to understand how to write a decent romance. It can certainly help, but real life romance has a lot of factors that just wouldn’t fly in fiction.

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It’s been 400 years since... ~Naughty November~

Prompt: Hey :) It’s my birthday in three days I’m excited ahah! :D right ok, could you do a Kol smut where the reader is a badass vampire, bitten in like 1509 and is best friends with Rebekah. Kol meets her once, back in the 1600’s but they meet again at the Mikaelson ball, after the party, Kol leads her upstairs and they have rough, vampire, sex :)))))) (66)

Pairing: Kol x Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warning: kinda long

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Flood my Mornings: Plymouth Trace

Notes from Mod Bonnie:

  • This story takes place in an AU in which Jamie travels through the stones two years after Culloden and finds Claire and his child in 1950 Boston.

PLYMOUTH TRACE

Later that same afternoon
September, 1950

“Daddy!!!” 

I parked Penelope’s car at the curb in front of the house, and got out quickly to see Bree pelting down the front stairs toward Jamie, who had stepped out of the ‘49 Ford he’d pulled carefully into the driveway. He’d been doubling back to come greet me, but hearing his daughter’s squeals, he turned and crouched down in the grass for interception.

Bree, however, was far more excited about the new car. Instead of flinging herself into Jamie’s arms, she made a sharp left and thudded herself into the front passenger door with both hands. Liking the sound immensely, she began pummeling the door further, jumping up and down and shrieking with giggles as she did so.

“No-no-no, a nighean,” Jamie said sharply as he reached her and grabbed both her hands away.

Bree jumped, startled and horrified by his harsh tone. Jamie was so unfailingly gentle with her, always, that for a moment, I thought she was going to burst out into tears. Jamie realized this, too, and quickly released her hands, laying one of his own against the gleaming paint of the car door. “Now, wee Bree, ye mustna hit our Bonnie. Ye wouldna wish to hurt her feelings by thrashing her about, aye?”

Bonnie?” I laughed, incredulous as I came to stand with Mrs. Byrd, “Is that its name??”

“‘Tis her name,” Jamie said with dignity, though I could see the corner of his mouth twitching. To Bree, he encouraged, “Can ye say ‘hello’ to Bonnie Blue?”

Without missing a beat, Bree took a step back and waved at the car. “Hiiii-lo, Bobbie bloo!”

We all laughed and Jamie kissed her cheek. “Aye, that’s right, cub. We all must be verra gentle and sweet to Miss Bonnie so she lasts a good long while.”

Bree looked pensive for a moment, considering, then walked forward to lay an unutterably delicate kiss on the driver’s door. 

“‘Inna laff-me!” she scolded as we all did. She pointed a stern finger at Jamie, then the car. “M’kissie, Da.”

Jamie opened his mouth to decline, then removed his hat and laid a soft kiss on the handle. “How’s that, cub?” he asked Bree with a grin. 

“’S’okay,” she said with a curt nod, rising on tiptoes to peer in the side mirror.

Jamie laughed, standing, “She’ll keep a man verra humble, one day, that one.”


Jamie was like a bronze statue behind the wheel, impeccable and sure in his movement. It was the deliberateness, the same steeled concentration in his eye that he’d used in battle. At the wheel, he used it to be cautious, careful, erring on the side of slowness for the sake of accuracy. Still, while we were puttering along at about the same speed as an octogenarian on foot, the set of his jaw made him look so…

“Damn me, but you do look sexy doing that, Jamie.”

“Oh, aye?” he said, not taking his eye from the road, but the corners of his mouth crooked downward: a suppressed smile.

“Indeed, you do,” I confirmed matter-of-factly, scooting closer to him on the wide seat and reaching out a delicate finger to trace his arm. “Positively rakish.”

“More so than when I’m about other activities?”

“Oh, in terms of sexiness, this is ranking in your top five activities, to be sure,” I said, with mock solemnity. 

He snorted. “Not that I’m no’ sensible of the compliment, but I canna quite see how turning a steering wheel should be at all rousing to ye.” 

“Welll….” I kept my face intentionally composed, tracing the tendons of his right hand, feeling the strength in them as they grasped the self-same wheel. “Do you…happen to know what the kids do, when they ‘go for a drive’?”

“Other than getting to their intended destination, ye mean?”

“The destination is everything,” I said dramatically, walking my fingers up his arm. “They find a secluded spot to park the car…” I leaned forward and breathed in his ear, “…and then set about to…. not enjoy the scenery.”

He shivered at my touch and his fingers tightened a bit on the steering wheel but he didn’t seem in the least bit shocked. “Aye, seems reasonable, there being fewer cow byres and springhouses to which the youngsters might secrete themselves.”

“Oh-ho! And just who was young Jamie Fraser secreting with in cow byres, might I ask?”

“And I might just as easily inquire with whom it was that ye *didna* enjoy the scenery, Sassenach…” he said sardonically. 

“Oh, really!” I swatted him, making him laugh and playfully swat me back. “Teenagers didn’t have cars when I was at the cavorting age, you oaf! Movies,” I drawled, seeing his puzzlement. “Lovers’ Lanes are common spots for young people to—” Ahah, how to explain this one? “—get murdered in gory films.”

“Jesus CHRIST, Sassenach,” Jamie said in alarm, taking his eye from the road a moment to give me a look of deep revulsion. “Folk enjoy seeing young couples getting—killed?”

“They’re not all about people getting—Oh never mind, I will get you to the cinema eventually, but anyway, I also happen to know more about driving dates than I’d wish because I have the joy of being a compulsory member of the debriefing committee for Della O’ Malley’s courting escapades.”

“Ah, our wee Della,” Jamie sighed ruefully, turning right. “She must get herself marrit, soon, or she’ll end up so entangled she’ll need to be pruned,” he laughed.  “So…whereabouts is the ‘Lovers’ Lane’ in these parts, then?”

“Oh, there are many, I’m sure. But Della’s favorite was in a huge copse of willow trees near the big creek off of Plymouth Tra—”

And before my eyes, not two seconds later, the car rattled merrily onto none other… than Plymouth Trace.

“What was it ye were saying, Sassenach?” 

“Why, you presumptuous wee bastard! How the bloody hell did you know?”

The wee bastard in question grinned devilishly, chancing a glance away from the road. “The lads at Fernacre as about as eager to crow about their escapades as Miss O’Malley. I figured it would be fitting to take our Bonnie here on her first trip.”

“You talk bout her like she’s our child,” I giggled.

Dinna listen to her, Bonnie,” Jamie crooned, patting her (“HER!” pah!) fondly on the dashboard. “You’re part o’ the family now.”

We pulled into the arbor, carefully, slowly and came to rest between two of the trees that stood close together. I couldn’t help gasping as I opened the door and tripped out between the fluttering curtains of yellow-green. There were perhaps twenty willows, scattered around a lazy bend in a wide, sweet creek; tall ones, with their fronds waving gracefully in the late-afternoon breezes. 

Della liked this spot, I knew, for the seclusion it provided in the dark of the evening. In the afternoon, with sunlight dappling between the leaves, though, it was—

Breathtaking…”

“My thoughts exactly,” came a soft, low voice at my shoulder as his arm came around my waist. 

“Flatterer,” I grinned. 

“No,” he whispered, pressing me back against the side rear of car, his eyes dark with feeling.

I melted into him, reaching hungrily for his mouth as he reached for mine. I could feel the sun-warmed panels hot through my skirt as he pressed me into them, his mouth, his hands, his entire body insistent against mine. 

I could feel my body rising to his, my blood pounding furiously in every vessel, crying out to him. 

Jamie. My Jamie. 

“Does it ever stop?” I panted, “the wanting you?” 

“No,” he whispered with a soft laugh before taking my mouth again. “Never.”

A long, fevered string of moments later, Jamie’s hand left my neck (though the other continued to roam freely. A moment later I heard the springing CLONK of the rear door latch releasing. “Get inside,” he whispered hoarsely. “I’ve got to have you now.”

“In the…? I thought we were supposed to ‘be gentle to Bonnie.’”

“Oh, aye, wi’ Bonnie I’ll be gentle…. Wi’ you—” He latched his mouth into the crease of my neck and chuckled darkly as I groaned with the rush of sensation. “Now… get inside.”  

I had his trousers down around his ankles in a jiffy, leaving him exposed. “Kick off your shoes,” I whispered urgently. He tried but got tangled up, and had to bend down to extricate himself. I took the opportunity to spread our picnic blanket over the back seat and clamber in. 

Jamie joined me a minute later, bare-arsed, pulling the door shut behind him. He knelt before me on the floor, running his hands up under the skirt of my dress. He was smiling, but I could tell he was done with kidding around. 

“You’re wearing far too many clothes, mo nighean donn,” he whispered, nuzzling my thighs, “far too many.”

While my vision was obscured by my dress flying up over my head, he set to work between my legs, eliciting a moan that surely shook the vines surrounding us. “Oh….Jamie….”

I heard—no, felt—him laugh against me, not slowing his pace one bit. It seemed hardly moments before I cried, “Ja—Jamie—I’m going—to—”

And I did, my vision going lilac with energy as i melted under his touch.

He didn’t wait long. With remarkable economy of motion, he pulled me down against him and whirled us around so that I was sitting astride him on the seat. My head almost brushed the roof but that hardly mattered. I was dizzy, spinning  as I was curling my entire body around him, bending my head to him, needing more even as I throbbed.

We slid together with a sigh that seemed to emit from us both. I could feel the car rocking softly back and forth with us as I rode him, hard and desperately.

“Sassenach….” he moaned, his head pressed hard into my shoulder as he gripped my hips so hard I knew I would bruise and moved me harder, deeper, faster. One hand slid further down and used his thumb to bring me to the brink again and we were crying out together, pulsing against each other to get one more moment, one more bolt of our common magic.

When we were both spent, he let his head fall back and I slumped against him, wrapping my arms slowly around his neck, both of us one sweaty, quivering heap. The sun beamed through the rear window, bathing our still-one flesh in blissful warmth and light. I took the opportunity to study him while his eyes were closed. His hair was short and arranged, and his clothes, wherever they were, were different, but he was still the lad–the achingly sweet, caring lad–who had slept outside my door to keep away brigands in the night. So pure and loving…so…exquisite. The lines of his face; the hollows of cheek and temple; the smile that tugged at his lips even as he heaved with exhaustion. Glowing in the sunlight, he looked so beautiful, I truly wanted to cry.

I opened my mouth to tell him so, but just at that moment, he spoke. “There’s a good lass.”

I thought he was addressing me, so it came as quite a surprise then he thumped not my bare arse but the seat beside us. “If this be the time we conceive, we’ll keep ye in mind when we name the bairn.”

“You’re ridiculous,” I murmured against his mouth, barely managing it, widely as I was grinning.

“Aye,” he laughed, a little sheepishly, wrapping his arms snugly around my hips. “I’ll try to be more dignif—”

I stopped his ridiculous mouth with another kiss.


Breath of the Wild wishlist

So now that I have done two play throughs, and there are a few things that I have that would make cool update patches.

- Interacting with the dogs: petting and throwing tree branches to play fetch

- More Link and Zelda moments; what we have is good, but it leaves you wishing for more.

-Future Hero Mode has the reverse happen when crit cooking under a blood moon, fewer hearts and weak buffs.

-Eating dubious food or rock hard food has some sort of de-buff

- Eating monster type food will be like Russian roulette, maybe a really good buff, maybe leaves you with half a heart, you just don’t know

- I wish there were more cave systems to get lost in.

- Ganon needs another stage to the boss fight; two rounds aren’t enough.

- Besides the shrines, and future DLC, having a few more optional dungeons would be nice.

- More fan service; The gerudo outfit was amazing, but I know they can do better than that…

- Let Link speak! Even if its just to utter Zelda’s name, anything!

-When wearing the female Gerudo outfit outside of the desert, let more NPCs think that Link is a girl.

- More side quests; they’re good, and really feel good when you get around to finishing them, specially Tarry Town

-There isn’t a ping pong match to the death like past games

- TOO MANY KOROKS, NOT ENOUGH TIME

- Animate when Link goes on the water bed, rito down bed, and both the gerudo and goron masage!

- Let the selfies be real selfies, otherwise it looks like invisible person is taking a full body shot of Link

- I’d like to see some more backstory with Link’s relationship with the Zora’s and Mipha

-More outfits would be awesome ;)

- Link making chicken noodle soup would be so nice too; we have poultry, we’ve got carrots, and easily add in tabantha wheat and some herbs to get a soup!

- And kiss the girl already! Lets not wait for the grass to grow!

If anybody has anything to add to my list, I’d love to hear ideas.