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anonymous asked:

“great. perfect. nice. fuck this.” spideypool!!

Peter was more exhausted than he had been in weeks. He had been so good about sleep lately–he had even made a schedule to keep himself from having another falling-asleep-during-an-acid-lab incident–but this week had decided to be a serious dick to him.

So he found it perfectly understandable to skip his last class of the day (which was advanced mechanical engineering, so it wasn’t like he couldn’t catch up later) in favor of going home and napping. Because he had almost used his phone as a coffee stirrer an hour ago, and that seemed to make it clear the coffee wouldn’t really cover only having six hours of sleep in the past two nights combined. 

Peter yawned for about the millionth time that day and scrubbed a hand over his face as he walked up to his apartment door. He started to lazily pat at his pockets for his keys with his other hand–and came up empty.

He frowned and patted himself down again. No jingle. No pointy key-ends. Frowning harder, he dropped his backpack and started to paw through it, even though he rarely kept his keys anywhere but his pockets (they’d been stolen from his backpack once and he still wasn’t over it). Unsurprisingly and unfortunately, he came up with nothing.

Peter briefly felt the urge to cry. All he wanted was a nap. He thought back through his day. He didn’t take them out when he was in the coffee shop–he didn’t even sit down. From what he could recall, he didn’t take them out in class either (because why would he?). Which left him with one, horribly stupid option–they were still sitting on his kitchen counter.

Inside his apartment. Because he was an idiot. 

Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this.” he snapped at the door.

Despite being a functional adult who could deal with this problem in a rational way, Peter was very tired. So he did a rather petty thing and kicked his door, hard. 

Crying was seeming like an increasingly appealing option. Peter’s landlord already didn’t like him. He didn’t need to give him another reason to think he was a bad tenant (which, to be fair, he was, because with his superhero agenda–and his superhero friends–his apartment had been through a lot) by saying he’d lost his keys…again.

Peter sighed and sat down, leaning against his door and throwing his backpack next to him. He honestly didn’t think he had the energy to suit up and climb up to his window. He wasn’t even sure he would be able to find his window.

But he still needed to get in his apartment. Maybe he could magically learn how to pick locks without any effort. Or he could see if any of his neighbors would pick his lock for him–

Wait. I know someone who can pick locks.

Peter was both suddenly grateful and suddenly dreading what he knew he had to do. He sighed very hard and pulled out his phone and for the first time EVER dialed a number he never thought he would need to.

After two rings, he got an answer.

“Deadpool speaking.” Wade’s voice growled at him.

“Wade? It’s–Spider-man.” Peter awkwardly finished, almost just saying ‘Peter’.

The change in Wade’s tone was instant. “Yo, Spidey!” he screeched.

Peter winced and immediately regretted his decision. “Hi, Wade. I need a favor.”

“…Is it a murder-y favor? Because I’ve been trying not to do that so much and–”

“It’s not a job, Wade. I’m locked out of my apartment and I need you to pick my lock.”

There was a pause, and Peter swears he heard a snicker. “Did you web your keys to the wall or something?” Wade joked, then started to poorly cover up a laugh.

“I’m hanging up.” Peter snapped, and started to.

“Wait, wait!” Wade shouted, and Peter didn’t hang up. “I’ll help you, Spidey. Can you text me the address?”

“Yeah. Please show up before I have to sleep in my hallway.” Peter requested, then hung up. He typed out his address and sent it to Wade, who responded with a thumbs-up emoji, a winking-tongue-face emoji that Peter never understood, and informed him he’d be there in fifteen minutes.

Peter sighed and pulled out his Spider-man mask from his backpack. He really didn’t want to put it on, but Wade didn’t know his identity and Peter didn’t really think trusting him with it was a good idea.

Then again, he had just given him his address. That was almost worse, in a way. Wade was unarguably the most unstable man he knew, and he was coming over to pick Peter’s lock for him. 

Peter briefly wondered if this was how he was destined to die. Not by some super-villain, but by letting a crazy person know his address. 

I’m literally letting an axe-murderer into my house. Oh my god, this is how I die.

Peter was still busy imaging scenarios of Wade brutally murdering him when Wade showed up and raised an eyebrow at Peter’s sad scene. He was wearing jeans and a hoodie, which was surprising, though he still had both his mask and gloves on.

“Spidey?” he asked, then it clicked why Wade was looking at him funny.

Peter had forgotten to ever put his mask on.

“Uh, yeah. Hi, Wade.”

Wade suddenly slapped a hand over his eyes. “You forgot your mask.”

Peter sighed. “I guess I did. But I also gave you my address, so I figured if you were gonna murder me I couldn’t stop you.”


“Never mind. I’m tired. Please break into my apartment so I can sleep.” Peter said, gesturing at the door handle by his head.

Wade chuckled and walked over. He knelt down next to Peter and started to work on the lock with a bunch of tools that looked like torture devices. “So, not that I’m complaining, but why did you call me for this? You’ve never even used my number before.”

“Long story short, my landlord hates me already and everyone else would never let me live down leaving my keys in my apartment and not realizing it until now.”

That’s fair.” Wade shrugged, then the door made a click and Wade turned the handle, and to Peter’s sleepy amazement, it opened. “Ta-da. All better.”

Peter gaped at how fast Wade had done that. After a second of chuckling at him, Wade offered him a hand. Peter took it and was heaved to his feet. He grabbed his backpack and entered, expecting Wade to follow.

But he didn’t. Wade stayed in the doorway, rocking back and forth on his feet.

Peter turned back and looked at him. He looked like a lost puppy. Well, a lost puppy who was trying to see as much as he possibly could from a doorway. Peter sighed. “Just come in.”

Wade giggled and ran in, immediately going everywhere. “I’m in Spider-man’s apartment!”

Peter slowly followed him, eventually ended up in his bedroom, where Wade was fiddling with things on his desk. “Don’t break anything.” he ordered, then promptly collapsed onto his bed face-down.

After a moment, he felt a weight on the other side of the bed. “Aw, is Spidey sleepy?” Wade cooed.

“Fuck off.” Peter snapped, and Wade laughed.

“That’s fair. I like your apartment, by the way. Tasteful.”

Peter snorted. “Does it accurately show off my college student budget?”

“Impeccably.” Wade said, flopping down on the bed next to him. “Dude, how old is this mattress?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if it witnessed JFK’s murder, to be honest.”

Wade laughed, then they fell into silence. Peter was honestly half-asleep before Wade broke the silence again, and even then he didn’t really wake up. “Should I go?”

“Hmm?” Peter asked, turning to look at him.

“Should I leave? You seem about two seconds away from hibernation.”

Peter shrugged. “Probably. I’m gonna sleep for about fifty hours now.”

Wade smiled at him and sat up. “That’s fair. See you on your next patrol?”

“Considering you know where I live, I don’t think I can stop you from showing up to all of them.”

“Probably not. Sleep well, Spidey.”

Peter just hummed an answer and snuggled deeper into his pillow, listening to Wade’s footsteps get fainter–then get louder again.

Wade poked his head back into Peter’s room. “For the record, I like your face.”

Peter rolled his eyes. “Go home, Wade.”

“It’s a nice face. Excellent face. That hair is killer. Do you condition?”


Right, right. I’m going. Call me if you need a number for an actual locksmith, baby boy.” Wade chuckled, then left for real.

Peter threw his cover onto himself, rolled over into the spot Wade had made surprisingly warm in his short time there, and slept better than he had in what felt like years. 

Spotify (complete)  |  Playmoss

A fanmix for Ancillary Justice by Ann Leckie. All a capella (except for the intro) because that’s what Breq would want, right? 

I absolutely cannot find a version of “James Bird” anywhere else, so that one is only on Spotify.

Intro: The Recruited Collier / Kate Rusby
What’s the matter with you, my lass, and where’s your dashing Jimmy?
The soldier lads have picked him up, and now he’s gone far from me

I Once Lived in Service / The Witches of Elswick
I carried her dishes when the lady would dine,
and after I took them away, oh

James Bird / Chicken on a Raft
I’ll stand by you, gallant captain!

Leave Her Johnny / The Foc'sle Singers
beware these packet ships, I say

Wanting Memories / Sweet Honey in the Rock
I am sitting here wanting memories to teach me,
to see the beauty in the world through my own eyes

Barrett’s Privateers / Poor Angus
I’m a broken man on a Halifax pier, the last of Barrett’s privateers

Lonesome Valley / The Fairfield Four
you got to go to the lonesome valley, you got to go there by yourself

Hit Like an Atom Bomb / Chanticleer
set your house in order, cause he may be coming soon,
and he’ll hit like an atom bomb

Sailor’s Prayer / Gordon Bok
though my sails be torn and ragged, and my mast be turned about,
I shall not take my rest until we reach another shore

141029 Daesung Q&A on Twitter
  • Q: Have you eaten Oden today?
  • D: I've eager everyone's love! (daepril26)
  • Q: I wanna go for Karaoke together (with you)!
  • D: Me too! (daepril26)
  • Q: Are you still playing (/into) drums?
  • D: Of course! (daepril26)
  • Q: Who would you like to spend Halloween with?
  • D: TOP! (daepril26)
  • Q: Do you like older girls?
  • D: Of course! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: How can I meet you, DaeSung?
  • D: Believe in destiny! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: I won't go to the bathroom until you reply to me!
  • D: Go to the toilet first! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Do you keep in touch with TOP lately?
  • D: Since TOP is a baby, I always protect him. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: I want to go to the encore LIVE, please lend me some money.
  • D: Please lend me your wallet. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: How will you dress up for Halloween?
  • D: Hulk (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Difference between the feast(party) in Japan and Korea?
  • D: No difference. Just drinking-fights (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: What is the latest thing that you bought?
  • D: Trousers (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: How's CEO Yang been doing these days?
  • D: He's been good. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Does Santa exist?
  • D: My Santa is TOP! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Your eyes are bigger today?
  • D: My eyes are always big. It's just like I'm hiding them. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: I want to go to a haunted house with you! Will you protect me?
  • D: I probably won't be able to protect you (laugh) (MShinju)
  • Q: You keep mentioning TOP! Who do you like more, VIP or TOP?
  • D: Difficult... If I have to choose... TOP (laugh) (MShinju)
  • Q: After Hokkaido, what's your favorite place in Japan?
  • D: The place you're at! (MShinju)
  • Q: Can I wear the D-kun pajama to your release events?
  • D: What will you be wearing underneath? (laugh) (MShinju)
  • Q: Why are you so sexy?
  • D: I was born with it (MShinju)
  • Q: What do you think of SOL-san (YB)?
  • D: I think he's really free spirited (susifg)
  • Q: What words do you wanna hear from your lover?
  • D: "Your eyes are so big!" (susifg)
  • Q: I want to live in your nose!
  • D: Go ahead! It's warm there! (MShinju)
  • Q: Daesung, aren't you tired by now? Are you okay?
  • D: Never mind! (It's okay!) (daepril26)
  • Q: What animal do you like the most?
  • D: Dolphin (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Waist is important for men ! and women...?
  • D: Can I not say about it..? (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: If you could be a woman for a day, what would you do?
  • D: i'd like to meet D-LITE (lol) (susifg)
  • Q: Which YG artist do you feel awkward with when you two are alone?
  • D: V...... I....... (Seungri) (susifg)
  • Q: You are the member who make BIGBANG laugh, right?
  • D: No ! I'm always serious. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: If you don't reply to me, I won't work tomorow....
  • D: Let's take a holiday together. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Please reply with one character only
  • D: "To" (daepril26)
  • Q: Please tell us a secret of BIGBANG members.
  • D: I won't. It's a secret. (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: Daesung! What were you pointing at (referring to the pic on album cover)
  • D: Y.O.U! (daepril26)
  • Q: I'm a fan of SeungRi, but I will be your fan if you reply ! kk
  • D: That's good ^^ (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: My dream is to get in YGE ! Please say something for me.
  • D: It's kinda(unexpectedly) simple! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: It's getting cold. Do you like winter?
  • D: Yes, I love it! (ShrimpLJY)
  • Q: TOP's bday is coming soon. What present will you give him?
  • D: I'll send him a selfie. (susifg)
  • Q: Is your nose getting bigger?
  • D: It's still growing! (MShinju)
  • Q: What do we do if it gets even bigger?
  • D: How about you move in? (MShinju)
  • Q: Tell me a good thing about BIGBANG.
  • D: Our endless freedom. (susifg)
  • Q: Did you watch TOP's movie?
  • D: Yes, it was the best in the world. (susifg)
  • Q: Have you prepared a bday surprise for TOP?
  • D: The fact that I've prepared nothing is the surprise. (susifg)
  • Q: What is your favorite BIGBANG song?
  • D: DOOM DADA! (MShinju)

anonymous asked:

(Not dating.) R is a mechanic and often gets dirty on the job. One day, Kara visits R at work and is all flustered, because R is really hot in only a tank top and jeans, covered in the grime and metal shavings that come from working in a garage. "Oh! You brought me lunch!" *floundering for response* "Let me get cleaned up, then I'll eat."

Originally posted by commanderleksakomtrikru

“Kara?” You slide out from underneath the Jeep you were working on upon hearing the familiar voice and sit up.  “Hey!  What’re you doing here?”

The undercover superhero falters for a second, overwhelmed by the sight of you in the grease-covered tank top and jeans you’re wearing.  She searches for her voice as you wipe your hands on an old rag from your back pocket.

“I, uh, picked this up,” she holds the brown paper bag in her hand up and stammers a bit.  “Is your break soon?”

“Oh, you brought me lunch!  I can clock out right now.”

Kara watches, mouth hanging open a little, as you get to your feet and toss the wrench in your hand into a nearby toolbox.

“Let me get cleaned up so we can eat.”

happy asexual pride day!! :0

this marks the,,, , 2nd year I’m pretty sure?? yeah second year of me,, , how do I put it like coming out?? knowing I was ace?? IDK MAN LMAO BUT YEAH 2ND YEAR IN A ROW

I think it was towards the end of sophomore year I knew there was something off but I couldn’t quite put my finger on it yet. Around the beginning of junior year then as the popularity and awareness of the LGBT+ community spread I remember looking into it to see if I could figure out whatever this was I was feeling (or rather, not feeling lol). I found a couple posts on instagram about asexuality and right then and there something clicked and I was like yes!! that’s it!! that’s me!! and I was so happy to have figured it out!! I’d put myself on more of the sex-repulsed side of the spectrum now but yeah I’m rlly!! happy to have found this community!!

I’m still unsure of my romantic affiliation (since I’ve never actually had a crush on anyone IRL my whole life they’ve all been fictional lmaooo)(and I mean I get squishes but that’s about it??) but tbh at this point I’d rate myself at least a 4 or 5/10 on the Gay Scale™. But!! I don’t know!! I’m still questioning and that’s ok!! but since I’m not looking to be in a romantic relationship anytime soon it doesn’t bother me at all that I don’t know yet!! I’m cool w/ it!!

anyways yeah hope all my fellow aces out there have a good pride day today!! <3 :0

LGBT Camp Camp Headcanons (Part 1)
  • David: David is incredibly gay. Gayer than a rainbow. He's the flamboyant type of course. He's a cisgendered male and is perfectly happy with his identity.
  • Daniel: Daniel is a panromantic ace cis male. In my opinion, I feel like Daniel would be sex repulsed. Despite being pan, he tends to lean towards men more often, but he doesn't care who they are so long as he likes them.
  • Gwen: Gwen is also cis, and she's the first bisexual character for me to list. She tends to lean towards women.
  • Max: I'm not quite sure what I like more for him, homoromantic ace or aroace. But I do know that I headcanon that he's a transboy. If I did decide on him being homoromantic, I'd certainly ship him with Neil. He's the least expressive of his sexuality than the other characters.
  • Neil: Speaking of Neil, I also headcanon that he's gay! In terms of gender, Neil is unsure. He still goes by he/him, but he doesn't really know what's going on with him.
  • Nikki: Nikki is a 10/10 lesbian. She's into the tomboy gals who aren't afraid to get a little dirty, like herself.
  • This covers the main characters, but I'll get to the more minor characters soon! I couldn't possibly forget them. Expect them soon!

seleneremusravenclaw  asked:

So you mentioned that Alistair got sick from both ends on a plane, could you write that?

Okay, I tried to do a emeto and scat request! It was SO HARD, and it actually ended up being pretty mild, I couldn’t bring myself to actually use the words for…what comes out. XD I just used euphemisms and focused on the pain. But whatever, I tried my best guys. I hope you enjoy it. This is when Alistair and Julius are about sixteen. I have a lot of fun writing them as teens.

Warning: descriptions of vomiting and diarrhea below.

“What do I do if I throw up on here?” Alistair mumbled, sounding uncharacteristically quiet and frightened. The sixteen year old was deathly pale, his eyes ringed with dark circles, and he sat curled up around his stomach on the airplane seat. At this age he usually drew heavy black lines around his eyes with makeup, but today he hadn’t bothered, though his fingernails were still inky black with polish. Julius patted his friend’s shoulder kindly.

“Then we’ll deal with it. You can’t help it,” he said gently.

They were flying home from a holiday in the Maldives, Alistair, Julius, and Francesca and Howard Renfrew, Alistair’s parents. They’d been bringing Julius along on holiday with them for years now, especially since John had grown too old for family holidays. They were happy to pay for Julius as long as it meant they wouldn’t have to deal with Alistair themselves.

Alistair and Julius had actually enjoyed themselves whenever they could break away from Howard and Francesca, exploring the local area all day and paddling in the crystal sea every evening.

But Alistair had woken up on the morning they were flying home feeling so nauseous that he couldn’t even bear to sit in the dining hall at breakfast, making his parents frown and tut irritably. He’d been silent and pale all the way through the airport, leaning heavily on Julius, not even bothering to snap back when his parents were sharp with him.

He’d had to dash to the toilets in the airports twice, once with Julius, where he’d dry heaved painfully, going chalk white, but not managed to bring anything up. The second time Alistair had gone hunting for the quietest, smallest toilets right at the end of the terminal, and this time he’d ordered Julius to stay outside. Julius could guess what was going on in there, especially when Alistair returned staggering, his knees shaking.

When the boys had returned to the boarding gate, Julius had seen Alistair’s lip wobble, and he knew he was thinking of the long flight ahead, and those tiny airplane toilets. Julius felt a strong surge of love for his friend, and though he knew he still had to hide his affection, he could at least give Alistair the care he deserved on the flight.

Alistair certainly wasn’t going to be coddled by his parents. Alistair had heaved into an airsickness bag as the plane made the stomach churning ascent, and Howard and Francesca grumbled and fussed and complained, hissing at Alistair that he was an embarrassment whenever he made the tiniest noise. Julius rubbed his friend’s back instead, hating the red-head’s unfeeling parents, so glad that Alistair wasn’t alone with them.

“Do you think you can sleep a little?” Julius asked now, his arm tight around his friend. Alistair shook his head miserably.

“No. I can’t. My stomach is fucking killing me.” He bit his lip hard, trying to fight back tears again. “Jules… We’re gonna be stuck on here for ages, and I feel like shit,” he mumbled, his fists clenched. Julius held onto him tighter.

“It’s okay. You can get through this. I’ll help you all I can, alright?” he assured him. Alistair nodded, leaning against his friend gratefully.

There was an uneasy silence for a while, Alistair resting his head on Julius’s shoulder, but he eventually started to shift and fidget again. His stomach was clamouring angrily, but the pain was ominously low in his stomach, and he was going to sit there in uncomfortable denial for as long as possible. Even so, his white cheeks flushed pink, and he stared hard at his lap, not looking at anyone.

It didn’t take long for Julius to catch on - it wasn’t difficult to figure out with Alistair fidgeting around in his seat. At first Julius suspected Alistair might be needing to throw up, but then Julius noticed his friend’s face was a little pink, and that enlightened him.

Alistair was always embarrassed when he had to vomit in public, but that was nothing compared to how he felt when he had a stomach bug that had him purging from both ends. He tended to start blushing even when he just needed to use the bathroom, even when there were no outwardly signs at all and nobody could possibly tell. Julius knew how much it horrified his friend, but he couldn’t stand to watch Alistair fidgeting around on his seat, his expression pained and desperate.

“Do you want me to help you out of your seat, Alistair?” he whispered, trying to be as tactful as possible. Alistair scowled at him, his face flushing.

“No! Why the hell would I?” he snapped, painfully embarrassed. Julius remained unruffled, putting a kind hand on Alistair’s back.

“Alistair. It’s okay.”

Alistair cringed, hunching over in his seat, clutching his stomach. “I’m fine. It’ll go away soon, I’m sure of it,” he said forcefully, as if he could make it come true by sheer determination. He started biting his nails hard, nibbling all the black polish off, his hands shaking a little.

Julius thought it best to wait it out. There was a limit to Alistair’s stubbornness if you waited long enough, and Julius knew he would go along to the bathroom when he realised he really had to. Sure enough, several minutes later Alistair groaned in agony, quickly undoing his seatbelt.

Don’t follow me. Stay here,” he ordered, then darted up the aisle to the bathroom. Julius waited until he was out of sight, then quickly followed his friend - he wasn’t about to leave poor Alistair to suffer all alone. If Alistair needed him, he’d be there. He waited outside the bathroom door, listening hard for sounds of distress.

Alistair had a miserable time of it, locked in the little claustrophobic bathroom. He gasped and groaned, his hands clutching his knees tightly, his stomach feeling like it was being torn apart. To make matters worse, he suddenly started to feel nauseous too. He couldn’t get up off the toilet and he hadn’t thought to bring a sickness bag with him, so all he could do was lean forward, vomiting violently into his lap.

He started crying properly then; he’d managed to fight the tears all day, but now he couldn’t help it. He still felt lousy, he had a very long flight ahead, and he had no idea how he was supposed to clean himself up now. He put his head in his hands and howled.

Julius, pressed up against the door, could hear the retched and then the sobbing from inside the bathroom. He grew more and more anxious for his poor sick friend, and eventually he couldn’t remain silent any longer.

“Alistair? Are you okay? Do you need help?”

“I told you not to follow me!” Alistair yelled, though his voice cracked and wavered and he didn’t sound particularly threatening. When Julius next spoke, his voice was oozing with sympathy.

“Do you want me to come in?”

“No I do not!” Alistair said quickly. Then he paused, sniffling. “Jules, I don’t know what to do. I’m covered in fucking puke now.”

“It’s okay, don’t panic. I’ll help you, I’m sure we can sponge some of the vomit off. It’ll be alright. Just let me in and I'll sort you out,” Julius said. Alistair sighed.

“Alright. I’ll let you in soon, when I’ve…you know…done here,” Alistair muttered, blushing scarlet again.

“Oh, I don’t mind about that,” Julius said, as brisk as a nurse. Alistair rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, but funnily enough, I really fucking do mind.”

Julius gave a wry smile and waited obediently until Alistair’s stomach settled enough for him to stand up again, though it was uncomfortable in his puke stained clothes. He reluctantly unlocked the door and Julius squeezed into the tiny bathroom, having to stand practically nose to nose with Alistair. The red-head pulled a face.

“Everyone will be thinking we’re joining the mile high club, you know,” he muttered. Julius giggled, grabbing a wad of paper towels and wetting them at the sink.

“Let them think it. We’ll probably get a rousing cheer when we come out. Now stay still, let me clean you up a little.”

It was so cramped in there that Julius had to sit down on the closed lid of the toilet as he expertly sponged the vomit off Alistair’s trousers. He had known Alistair since they were thirteen, and this meant he had a lot of experience when it came to getting puke stains off their clothes, what with Alistair’s tendency to get motion sick. He’d expected Alistair to fidget and fuss, but he just stood humbly and let Julius work.

When Alistair was reasonably clean, Julius led him back to their seats, sitting him down and making him have a few sips of water. The red-head’s parents didn’t bother to ask if their son was okay.

All the passengers had been given blankets for the long haul flight, so Julius quickly wrapped Alistair’s around the red-head’s shoulders. Julius pulled Alistair close, holding him so his friend’s head was on his chest. He rather expected Alistair to protest or pull away, but Alistair just nuzzled into Julius gratefully. He was feeling so lousy right now that he really wanted to be held, and breathing in Julius’s warm, clean cotton smell was strangely comforting.

Julius held him tight as Alistair finally started to doze, not saying a word about how his arm was going numb, or about how Alistair had essentially pinned him to his seat, so he couldn’t even take out a book to read. He’d have sat there without anything to do for hour after hour if it made Alistair feel better.

“Why do you put up with me..?” Alistair mumbled, his voice thick as he drifted off to sleep. Julius waited until he felt Alistair’s breathing grow deeper and his body heavier, making sure he was really sleeping - and then he gave the honest answer, whispered into Alistair’s red hair.

“Because I love you, Alistair Renfrew.”

Zay finds out about Riarkle part 1 (prequel to before Cory finds out)
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b></b> Riley and Farkle have been dating for one week.<p/><b>Riley's bedroom:</b> <p/><b></b> Riley and Farkle are studying on the floor by Riley's bed. Farkle is concentrating on his work. Riley steal glances at Farkle while focusing on her work. Farkle's face gets red when he notices Riley is staring at him. Riley smiles.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> (voice cracks) stop.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Stop what?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You know what you're doing.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Working on my homework.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> I can't concentrate when you look at me.<p/><b>Riley:</b> That was the point.<p/><b></b> Riley moves the paperwork and sits on his lap.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Hey.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Hey.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Do you mind if I stare at you now?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You can always stare at me.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Good.<p/><b></b> They stare at each other's eyes. Riley puts her hand on his cheek. Farkle leans in to kiss her.<p/><b></b> Zay climbs through the window.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Holy crap!<p/><b></b> Riley jumps off Farkle fast. They both stand up.<p/><b>Zay:</b> What's going on here?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Nothing. I saw a spider and I got scared. Farkle was comforting me.<p/><b>Zay:</b> With his lips?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> It's a new way to comfort people.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Sure it is. Next time you see a spider, Riley, I'll comfort you.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No that's ok. It's my job.<p/><b></b> Riley looks at Farkle.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Why is it your job?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Just because.<p/><b>Zay:</b> As long as you have a good reason.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Farkle's good at comforting me.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Yeah, I saw that. So, how long are we going to pretend that you aren't dating?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> We were hoping for forever.<p/><b>Riley:</b> We want to keep our relationship a secret for a while.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Why? I think everybody would be happy about you two dating. We made bets.<p/><b>Riley and Farkle:</b> YOU DID WHAT?!!<p/><b>Zay:</b> (nervous) Nothing.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You can't tell anyone.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Why?<p/><b>Riley:</b> We don't want my dad to find out yet.<p/><b>Zay:</b> It's not like he is going to chase Farkle out the window and steal one of your shoes like he did with...Oh! I get it now.<p/><b>Riley:</b> My dad's a little dramatic.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> That's a understatement.<p/><b>Zay:</b> But why don't you want everyone else to know?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Because if more people know, there's a better chance that my dad will find out.<p/><b>Zay:</b> I'm not good at keeping secrets.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You're going to have to try.<p/><b>Zay:</b> But I don't wanna. This is great news. When I hear great news, I want to share it with everybody.<p/><b>Riley:</b> It won't be great if my dad finds out.<p/><b></b> Zay phones rings.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Lucas, I have some great-<p/><b></b> Farkle covers Zay's mouth.<p/><b></b> Riley hangs up the phone.<p/><b>Zay:</b> What did you do that for?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> You were going to tell Lucas, weren't you?<p/><b>Zay:</b> Um, no.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Really?<p/><b>Zay:</b> I have no self control.<p/><b></b> Lucas calls again.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Answer it but don't say anything about us.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Fine. (Picks up the phone) Hey Lucas. The phone call must had dropped.<p/><b>Lucas:</b> Are you meeting us at Topanga's?<p/><b>Zay:</b> Sure, I'll be there soon.<p/><b></b> Zay hangs up.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Are you sure I can't say anything?<p/><b>Riley:</b> Yes.<p/><b>Zay:</b> What if I just hinted at it?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No.<p/><b>Zay:</b> What if I write it down?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Can I mime it?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No.<p/><b>Zay:</b> How about a dance?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> No.<p/><b>Zay:</b> How about I mouthed the words but no sound comes out?<p/><b>Riley:</b> No. Nothing.<p/><b>Zay:</b> You guys are killing me here. What if they talk to me? You know how easily I fold.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Pretend that I'm Smackle.<p/><b>Zay:</b> How you doing?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Stop hitting on my girlfriend.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Riley said to pretend that she's Isadorable.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Focus.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Ok. I'm ready.<p/><b>Riley:</b> I'm Smackle. "Hi"<p/><b>Zay:</b> (talking quickly) Hi. I know nothing, I saw nothing. There's nothing going on with me.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> We're screwed.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Zay, try harder not to sound suspicious. Let's try again. "Hi"<p/><b>Zay:</b> (British accent) Hi, I'm doing good. How you doing?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Better. But why did you talk in a British accent?<p/><b>Zay:</b> I tend to talk in different accents when I'm forced to lie.<p/><b>Riley:</b> You're not lying. You're just not giving them information they don't know.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Sounds like lying to me. I need to go.<p/><b></b> Zay walks to the window.<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Please don't tell anyone until we're ready.<p/><b>Zay:</b> (sighs) I won't tell them.<p/><b>Riley:</b> We are counting on you. Don't let us down.<p/><b>Zay:</b> Ok.<p/><b></b> Zay leaves.<p/><b>Riley:</b> Do you think he will tell them?<p/><b>Farkle:</b> Definitely.<p/><b></b> To be continued...<p/></p><p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>

Well I tried, , , Alternate covers for The Sea of Monsters | tlt

“Families are messy. Immortal families are eternally messy. Sometimes the best we can do is to remind each other that we’re related for better or for worse…and try to keep the maiming and killing to a minimum.” 

Daddy Complex.

AN: gellafish made the funniest chat of SasuHina and here I go…doing what I do.


Sasuke was stubborn and for someone in their mid-twenties he was stuck in his ways as an old man would. He didn’t budge. Puppy dog eyes didn’t work on him, begging didn’t work on him but…

…she found a loophole.

He was standing in the mirror brushing his teeth when two dainty hands wrapped around his waist.

He spit and asked, “What?”

She kissed his bare back. “I want you to come-” kisses on his left shoulder blade, “-to dinner with me-” kisses on his right shoulder blade, “-at the Hyuuga-”

“No.” He finished cleaning his mouth.

Her nails trailed below his navel. With the combination of his lower abdomen muscles tightening, the kisses along his spine and her whispering, “Please…Daddy?”

Sasuke was weak, all the blood drained his upper body. “Fine.”

And just like that she left him standing there with a major problem. Everyone thought she was so fucking innocent. She was Hell’s Angel. And damn, did it turn him on.

“Be ready in an hour!” She called from the other room.

He gripped the counter. Cunning little siren. She’d sing a sweet song and drag him to his end. “I’m going to need some help,” hissed Sasuke.

Hinata walked back to the doorframe with a full, knowing smile.


“Why are you wearing a scarf?” Hanabi questioned. Hiashi glanced up at his fidgeting daughter. “Because you know it’s hot, right?”

Hinata nodded, ignoring the fake look of concern on Sasuke’s face. The Uchiha looked at the Hyuuga head. They literally always started arguing over something, Sasuke wasn’t sure why Hinata found the need to bring him over so much. Her father hated him.

Sasuke kept his glaze on Hiashi. The two men were simply in a battle of dominance. Hinata sighed hard, especially when they food came and they refused to break eye contact to even eat. She rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Daddy!”

“Yes,” Hiashi replied.

But it was the “Yeah?” from Sasuke that broke the staring contest. Hiashi’s stony eyes narrowed at the Uchiha. “What?” asked the Hyuuga head.

Sasuke looked at Hinata, “Huh?” It was too late to play it off. Hinata covered her face in embarrassment.

Hanabi cried tears of laughter. “How do you call both of them that with a straight face!?” Well, with one of them it was never with a straight face.

Hiashi stood up seemingly ready to fight. Sasuke stood up on reflex and Hinata gasped, “Daddy, stop!”

And it didn’t make it any better when both of them relaxed.

I just want to hear it straight from a Japanese.
  • Me: What does "Mata kondo da" mean?
  • Student: "Mata Kondo" means "next time". It depends actually on what you mean.
  • Me: Does it also mean "I'll see you soon?"
  • Student: Yes. You use Mata Kondo if you did something but you didn't finish and you want to do it again next time. You want to see the person again.
  • Me: *jaw drops* *blushes* *covers face*
  • Student: *chuckles*
  • I understood what he meant but I sure thought about something else there. Something sexy! :
The History of Forever

Note: I’ve had an idea for a big Choices fan fiction where all the books are combined, so this is it! This will be part one of many, so if you want to look up the tag #thehistoryofforever on my blog there’ll be more parts soon! Anything else I’ll clarify at the end of this part as not to give anything away here :)

Quinn was certain this was the worst day of her life. Hartfeld and the rest of the world was covered in lava, she could feel the Island’s Heart embedding itself into her body, all her old classmates were dead, and to make matters worse Aleister sold out everyone to his dad. As she made herself comfortable in her cell, she debated whether she even wanted to sleep. She pictured the grotesque nightmares she could have, but before she could will herself to stay awake she felt her head go all heavy. Losing control of her body, she could feel her body heading towards the cold unforgiving concrete floor.

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The breaking point is a dropped bowl of popcorn.

Kei knows that Yamaguchi had had a rough practice, earlier.  He’d watched the gentle quivering in his back, the fists curled at his sides, as another one of his serves hit the net.  Kei’d almost reached a hand out to him, but before he could, another fake smile was stretching across his cheeks as he waved to Daichi and called, “One more, please!”

And then Yamaguchi’s day just gets worse in the form of a rain storm and a forgotten umbrella.  Kei offers his, which Yamaguchi shyly accepts, before making an attempt to split up–even in the rain–to head to his own house, insisting, “You don’t need to walk me all the way to my house, Tsukki!”

Kei catches his wrist, angling the umbrella over him.  

“Come to my house, then.  Your parents are working anyways,” he says, before turning and walking, knowing Yamaguchi would follow (and also knowing that Yamaguchi would blame himself for being a burden, once he reached a certain point, and that Kei would have to find the words to refuse this.  It wasn’t Yamaguchi’s fault that Kei was terrible at expressing how much he genuinely wanted Yamaguchi to be with him, and that it wasn’t a burden.)

By the time they arrive, Kei’s gotten Yamaguchi to agree to some new dinosaur documentary airing on the history channel, and Yamaguchi disappears into the kitchen for a few minutes to make some popcorn (knowing how much Kei actually hates cooking).

Kei snaps back to attention as he hears the shattering of glass on his floor, blinking and turning away from the commercials flashing across his television.  Yamaguchi makes a startled noise, and Kei quickly gets up, walking over to and hovering in the kitchen doorway.  

One of Kei’s family’s cheap glass bowls lies shattered across the floor, popcorn mingling among the glass shards.  Yamaguchi covers his mouth with one hand, keeping an iron grip on the counter with the other.  He refuses to look at Kei, instead keeping his gaze fixated at some spot on the counter.  

“Sorry, Tsukki,” he gasps out after a moment.  "Just…give me a minute, won’t you?  I’ll be right there.“

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Waiting To Exhale

By: Kellen Willhite

i inhale the blunt
to fill my lungs with smoke;
laced with hope
of well deserved tranquillity.

my mind festered
with memories of him.
so i kiss Mary Jane
to end the pain of
the countless kisses
and endless experiences.

my throat seared to
burn away the collected
times i expressed my love
towards him.

my lungs filled
to the brim with smoke.
delaying my exhale
only to mimic the wait
of doing it.
because i exhaled
too soon with him.

my lips traced
with the potent
dry flavor of tobacco
to cover the stains
of his kisses.

but it seems,
even when I’m lost
within the green haze
of cloud 9 retention,
i sink into the pools
of the repressed
quick sands of naive thoughts
that were once pavements
that lead to a dream
i thought was reality.

I'll Allow It

It was so white. Snow was falling all around you. It was pure and beautiful. It was in your hair, on your face, soaking your clothes. It was everywhere. At your front door, on your car, covering the dead grass and the cracked roads.

You destroyed it, shoveling your sidewalk. You absolutely hated shoveling, but you already had a warning for not shoveling it soon enough the last time it snowed, so you really had no choice.

Stupid township. All you had been doing was waiting for it to stop snowing-which took all day-and by the time it stopped, you were shoveling. It’s your goddamn property anyway, why should the make you shovel while the snow is still coming down? That’s absurd.

Well, they won. They sent you that stupid warning letter and now you’re outside shoveling while it’s still snowing. None of your neighbors had even started shoveling yet.

Take that township.

You sigh, shoveling kills your back and it’s so annoying to try to shovel your whole sidewalk. Why does there have to be so much sidewalk?

You hear a door open and turn around to see a guy walking your way.

“Hey I’m Dylan, need help?” he asks.

“You want to help me before you even shovel your own sidewalk?”

“Yeah why not?”

You stick your shovel into the snow, leaning on it. “Maybe because you probably don’t want to shovel your own sidewalk, why would you want to do twice the work when you don’t need to?”

“I’m just being neighborly,” he smiles.

You laugh, “You’re not even my neighbor.”

“Oh? And how would you know that? Maybe I just moved here,” he says, eyeing you up.

“I have my sources. But if you really want to help me shovel I won’t say no. It’ll get me done sooner.”

“There we go, some reasoning. So know that we got that out of the way, what’s your name?”

“Y/N. And wipe that smug look off your face. You better not expect me to pay for your assistance.”

“Oh no, of course not. Then I wouldn’t be being neighborly.”

You roll your eyes, “Right of course not.”

He begins shoveling. With his help, the snow on your sidewalk quickly disappears. You even end up having a good conversation while you both work. It’s not like the conversation was about anything important, but it was good-funny. It helped make the job not feel so much like a job.

The two of you are just about done when you see a truck with a snow blower unpack in front of the house Dylan came from.

“What the hell?”

A pleased look appears on Dylan’s face. “Yeah, see, I’m visiting my sister, so I offered to pay for some guys to shovel her place.”

“If you offered to get somebody else to do her’s why wouldn’t you just shovel her sidewalk? Why would you help me shovel mine?”

“Because I wanted to talk to you.”

You laugh, “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard. You could have just knocked on my door.”

“Yeah right, like you would have just offered your house so some stranger could talk to you.”

You nod your head, “Yeah that’s true.”

“Besides, Julia had this idea. And I had to agree with her that it was romantic as hell.”

“Alright, well since it was Julia’s idea, I’ll give her credit.”

“So, would you consider going out with me some time?” he asks.

“Why don’t you just come in and share some hot chocolate with me?”

A huge grin forms on his face, “Yeah, but I’m still going to ask you to go out with me.”

“I’ll allow it,” you wink.

larry sexting (rated: M):
  • louis: woah
  • harry: what?
  • louis: i just noticed how hot your ass looks in my clothes
  • harry: you couldn't have told me this in person? i am standing a few feet away from you after all.
  • louis: no, no.
  • harry: in that case, so does yours (;
  • louis: you know what i want to do to you?
  • harry: louis not now
  • louis: i would pull them down, and palm you through your boxers making you as hard as a rock
  • harry: louis.
  • louis: then i'll rip off your boxers with my teeth..
  • harry: are we seriously sexting right now?
  • louis: guess so
  • louis: then i'd lick your erection with my tongue, teasing you
  • harry: shut up. im getting hard.
  • louis: you would like that wouldn't you, har? for me to do that to you? maybe i would wrap my mouth around you. maybe i would gag from how big you are but i wouldn't stop. i would love every second of it.
  • harry: louis im going to have to cover up soon if you don't stop. we're in public.
  • louis: mhmm... and they would be able to hear you screaming my name as i thrust into you
  • harry: fuck
  • louis: that's what you would be screaming. the neighbors would know my name because you'd be screaming that as well. you're a screamer, aren't you?
  • harry: lou
  • louis: then i would climb on top of you, leaving love bites so people know you're mine and only mine.
  • harry: fuck yes i am
  • louis: then i'd thrust into you so hard. your throat would hurt by the end of our little session
  • harry: my dick is throbbing in my pants you ass
  • louis: then maybe if you were being good i would help you wank off. but only if you were being good.
  • harry: stop it
  • louis: then i'd lick everything off of you when im done
  • harry: im going to come in my boxers if you don't stop.
  • louis: i bet you're so hard it hurts.
  • harry: good guess..
  • louis: one more thing i would do to you..
  • harry: no
  • louis: i would lick all the way down to your throbbing erection, leaving a kiss right above your v line, teasing you.
  • harry: louis
  • louis: i would squeeze your bum, making you moan that sexy moan of yours
  • harry: ive come
  • louis: i wanna hear you moan my name, baby. right now
  • harry: can't we be excused or something?
  • louis: i don't know. we could sneak off..(;
  • harry: no one would catch us?
  • louis: they would hear you screaming my name either way, baby
  • harry: see you upstairs.
Kate and Sci see "Godzilla" and disapprove of its life choices
  • Me: Hey, there's still a mom! That's a good-
  • Movie: No, there isn't.
  • Me: My expectations for this movie just went way, way, way down.
  • Movie: Skips forward 15 years
  • Me: What? Why?
  • Kate: Because Brian Cranston isn't the young hot ineffectual white guy that audiences demand.
  • Me: Did they name the kid after a car company?
  • Kate: Noms noms noms.
  • Me: What are you- Are you using your hand to pretend to eat the human characters?
  • Kate: The movie we're fifteen minutes in and no one's been eaten yet. I need to correct this.
  • Me: Stop that.
  • Me: Actually, you make sense. Here, I'll help. But just the annoying characters.
  • Kate: So, the humans.
  • Me: ... Yes.
  • Kate: Anyway, why is everyone speaking English in Japan?
  • Me: The Japanese love us loveable gaijin!
  • Kate: No. No, they do not.
  • Me: Okay, because Americans are lazy and don't like to read subtitles.
  • Kate: Far more likely.
  • Movie: Makin' bad choices all the livelong day
  • Me: Okay, if you've broken into a quarantined area, and proved that the quarantine is a massive cover up and conspiracy, surrounded by hundreds of guys with guns, maybe screaming how you will expose them as soon as you get loose is not a good plan. In that they can just kill you and leave your body by the side of the road and no one will ever know.
  • Kate: Oh, Logic, this movie has none.
  • Me: Just saying. Oh, look, an interesting, likeable character with actual personality.
  • Kate: And he's not ineffectual white guy, so he's going to die.
  • Me: Maybe-
  • Movie: Squish
  • Me: Aw, sadness. You were a nice guy, random military grunt 2746.
  • Movie: Don't worry, ineffectual white guy named after a car is still here!
  • Me: But I hate him.
  • Movie: Soon you will hate him more.
  • General: I am going to make bad decisions!
  • Me: Why is the military always so stupid in these movies? If Rhodey was in that room, he would be like, are you all out of your GODDAMN minds?
  • Kate: That seems like a better movie. Rhodey and Stacker Pentacost.
  • Me: Ooooo! And Carol! Punch that monster, Carol! And for science staff, we need scientists who can deal with science that'll kill ya. Jane.
  • Kate: And Bruce. He's an expert in Gamma radiation.
  • Kate: I want it.
  • Ken Watanabe: Godzilla is here to restore balance to nature!
  • Me: What are you basing this on?
  • Kate: Previous Godzilla movies.
  • Me: Well, okay, then. Oh, look, they're dropping in the military guys with parachutes.
  • Kate: Annnnnnd... SAM. Sam. Sam.
  • Me: Sam would be a better choice.
  • Monsters: show up briefly to fight, then movie takes them away again
  • Me: GODDAMMIT. Just. Stop. With the humans. Do not care. This movie isn't called: "Ineffectual White Military Dude Has Daddy Issues" it's called "GODZILLA" give me what the title promises.
  • Kate: Maybe they will be eaten.
  • Me: We are pretty much the worst people ever, you realize that, right?
  • Kate: This movie has given me no reason to care. About any of them.
  • Me: I'm actually more sympathetic towards the monsters.
  • Me: Wow, this looks like the egg cache in "Finding Nemo" and now I really feel bad for the monsters, because ineffectual white guy (tm) is going to kill their babies and then the single father will have to take care of the one remaining one with the crippled wing.
  • Monsters: fighting
  • Me: And I'm now bored with this, because I've never liked the trope of 'lo, I am defeated, except I HAVE A POWER YOU NEVER SUSPECTED I HAD.'
  • Kate: Unless chain swords. When it's chain swords it's cool.
  • Me: Let's just skip the end and go watch Pacific Rim again. Riley got over his emotional stunted issues off screen.
  • Kate: Riley was better at this.
  • Ineffectual White Military Guy: Completely fails at his job.
  • Kate: Did the bomb just go off?
  • Me: Yeah, the big whiteout there in the background.
  • Kate: So they just nuked San Francisco.
  • Me: Well, most of it was already broken.
  • (Ineffectual White Guy finds his son somehow. Son finds mom in giant stadium full of people.)
  • Me: What is up with the 'kids can magically find their parents' thing in movies? The number of times some kid has grabbed my pant leg thinking I'm mom disproves this concept.
  • Kate: You realize that kid grows up to be Newt, right?
  • Me: ... I accept this headcanon.
  • Movie: Ends abruptly. Get out. There will be no encore.
  • Me: Well, I think they ran out of film.
  • Kate: Or cares to give. So. Where does that fall on the chain of bad movies featuring ineffective white guys?
  • Me: Above "Battleship," below "Red Dawn."
  • Kate: "Red Dawn" was horrible.
  • Me: And Chris Hemsworth still did a good job with it.
  • (And we yell about how much we hated 'Red Dawn' for the rest of the credits)
Videos from the Bangerz Tour

1. SMS
2. 4x4
3. Love Money Party
4. My Darlin’
5. Maybe You’re Right
6. FU
7. Do My Thang
9. Can’t Be Tamed
10. Adore You
11. Drive
12. Rooting For My Baby - Acoustic
13. Jolene (Dolly Parton cover) - Acoustic
14. Hey Ya (Outcast country cover) - Acoustic
15. 23
16. On My Own
17. Someone Else
18. Wrecking Ball
19. We Can’t Stop

20. Party in the U.S.A.