i'm also looking at your arms

pastelynch  asked:

Hi!! if you are still doing prompts: Neil overworking himself and blowing out his arms again? and Andrew comforting him? i'm jumping on the angst train. Also i love your writing! it's so nice to read :)

(thank you darlin, sorry it took a while!)

Neil’s vision judders a little bit, like exhaustion is picking him up and shaking him. He can feel the sharp sting of sweat in his eyes and the open wound of his lungs, and the net looks farther away every time he blinks.

“Again,” Kevin calls. “But without your form crumpling in on itself.”

Neil grits his teeth. “I don’t see the point,” he says for the dozenth time. Kevin’s getting him to run drills with his left hand, and missing easy targets is starting to run cold and tedious. It’s a lesson in humility, maybe. Some sort of sociopathic vindication on Kevin’s part.

“You’re only half an athlete,” Kevin replies firmly. “Half your potential is squandered every time you hit the top of whatever box you’ve put yourself in and just accept it.”

Neil twirls his racquet and tosses it from one hand to another. He doesn’t like the weight of it in his wrong hand. His left bicep is screaming at being used so much, and his stronger arm is twitching jealously. He feels like he’s trying to talk without his tongue for no reason.

“If I’m using the wrong arm I’m just making myself a smaller box,” Neil argues. “It’s not necessary. Just because you have a handicap doesn’t mean you should impose it on everyone else.”

Kevin stiffens in the goal, and Neil can see his fingers spasming from halfway across the court.

“Fine. Limit yourself. You’ve never used even a fraction of your potential.”

“Then teach me,” Neil challenges. “Stop trying to prove something about your own versatility and help me hone my strengths. Or do you want to lose, next month?”

Kevin drops his racquet and it makes a wrenching clatter. “I’m going to win. If you’re not going to put in the effort then you can teach yourself.” He collects his fallen equipment on his way out of the court, the tendons in his neck straining the whole time. Neil looks back out towards the outer court where Andrew is watching, sprawled backwards on his hands with his head cocked.

Kevin meets up with him and jabs one hand back towards Neil, speaking in intense sentences punctuated by backwards looks. Andrew accepts whatever he’s saying by refusing to react, his face a perfect balance. Neil tries to watch the shape of their mouths but he can only see Andrew properly, and he’s not talking.

After thirty seconds of one-sided bitching Kevin makes a production of stalking off, and Andrew quietly follows behind. Something annoyed throbs in Neil’s stomach. He foolishly expected Andrew to come and confront him instead, maybe even end up taking his side.

He tightens his grip on his racquet and seethes in frustration, testing his left grip then right, left then right, until the difference feels too huge to be real, an uncrossable gulf.

He remembers detachedly when his now preferred racquet felt impossibly heavy. He remembers when he would rather have seen Andrew gone from the team than in his bed.

He looks back at the bucket of balls and the empty court, and everything tightens up: the muscles in his left arm, the walls of the court, that uncrossable gulf. Ichirou’s warning — the barbed wire around his heart —tightens too.

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anonymous asked:

Here's another prompt: fell sans react to meeting his hot next door neighbor on the surface?

(oh boi howdy do i have a weak spot for Red and him getting the hots for his potential/future s/o. bless you, sweet anon, for giving me the chance to indulge a little further in that ;) <3 )

Red decidedly did not have a death wish.

Even with Edge out for the day - no doubt chasing Undyne down or accidentally terrorizing parents when he walked up wordlessly with a lost child he found wandering in the park as he trained - Edge’s sense of smell was uncanny for a being without a nose, and would happily shout Red’s skull into the next century if he caught a whiff of smoke clinging to anything inside.

So without bothering to properly walk out of his room, Red tucked his box of cigarettes and his lighter in his shorts and teleported to the balcony.

Their apartment was a pretty nice one, all things considered - decent area too, now that monsters could legally integrate with society. He and Edge had been in agreement on holding onto an apartment for at least a little bit before deciding to set up permanently anywhere - the world was big up here, absurdly so, and even if they’d both feel more comfortable closer to the mountain, there were a lot of areas around the city to choose from. So here he was, leaning against the railing of their top-floor corner apartment balcony, with a view of the balconies in the building adjacent to them accompanying the view of the enormous wooded park they lived next to. It was a view that made him feel a little more at ease when his anxiety was acting up - he could grab a smoke, stare up at the sky, or do a little people watching alongside the next apartment building or in the shade of the park.

As he slipped his cigarette between his teeth and lit it , enjoying the late afternoon sun on his bones and the decent breeze picking up, he noticed that his foot started instinctively tapping - huh, he could hear a song now actually, coming from the next apartment building over, pretty loudly…

“All that I want
Is to wake up fine
Tell me that I’m alright -
That I ain’t gonna die.”

The cigarette almost dropped out of Red’s mouth.

“All that I want
Is a hole in the ground.
You can tell me when it’s alright
For me to come out.”

You were on the balcony closest to him in the next building over - top floor, corner apartment, probably a mere 50 feet away. You had a series of small clotheslines strung out towards one side of your balcony and had clipped up several shirts and what seemed to be a set of sheets for a bed. Next to you buzzed a small speaker, surprisingly loud for it’s clearly travel-intended size, and it played the song on as you shifted and swayed, tapping out the energetic beat of the song while you sang along and clipped up a pair of jeans and took down a few dry pieces of clothing to make further room.

“Hard times
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Hard times
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
These lives-”

Your back was mostly towards Red, and stars was he grateful. He felt a bead of magic forming on his skull, and knew a bit of a flush had picked up on his face- because by Asgore’s shitty beard, he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the figure you cut as you finished hanging up your laundry and spun around, your hips hitting side to side in perfect time, a mischievous grin on your face as your eyes closed and you sang along to the deceptively upbeat song.

“And I still don’t know how I even survive
Hard times,
Hard times -
And I gotta get to rock bottom-!”

Your foot stamped against the balcony floor, your arms thrown wide as you crowed the line to the sky.

Red’s soul jumped in his chest at the sight -

You were attractive as hell.

And then you made eye contact.

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aidahwedo  asked:

So I'm a knitter and senbon look like double pointed needles to me. Which in turn makes me think of ninjas using said senbon to knit. Hey bored or need to conceal weapons in plain sight? Why not use your senbon to knit a sock. Accidentally use the wrong set of senbon; well someone now has poisoned or paralytic socks, or hats, or gloves/arm warmers. Also knitting has been said to be on par with yoga for relaxing and focusing the mind. Part 1/2

Which makes me think about how the medics in the hospital would probably confiscate a ninja’s weapons because ninjas with PTSD/heightened combat instincts either drugged or on enforced bed rest is a bad combination. So how do you get around that? By stubbornly insisting your senbon are knitting needles. In this case I keep imagining Genma calmly insisting that no these are not senbon, they’re double pointed knitting needles see the sock attached? tldr; I think about ninjas knitting.

All I can think of is a Sakura-like nurse staring him down like “Yes I can see the sock. I can also see the blood spray from where you used the senbon while the sock was still attached do not try to bullshit me.”

Next week on @theframe on @KPCC: @Y_Strahovski talks @HandmaidsOnHulu @MargaretAtwood and more with John Horn. [x]

yvonnestrahovski: Totally fan-girl-ing about visiting my FAVE radio station @theframe at @kpcc yesterday to chat about @handmaidsonhulu and all things #serenajoy 🙏🏻 #praisebe [x]

  • Alex: *Walking along beside her girlfriend, happy and smiling*
  • Maggie: *Blushing slightly at the shy looks Alex keeps giving her*
  • Emily: Hey, Maggie!
  • Alex: Who's this?
  • Maggie: This is Emily. We used to date.
  • Alex: *Slowly looks Emily over, head to toe*
  • Alex: *Steps closer to Maggie*
  • Alex: *Puts her arm around Maggie*
  • Alex: The smol sweet one with dimples is mine. I have a rocket launcher, several thousand guns, an entire government agency, two of the three most powerful aliens on the planet, and years of intense hand to hand combat training to enforce my claim. Also, did I mention the rocket launcher?
  • Maggie: Alex.
  • Alex: What's your last name? I'll need it for the background check? Also, are you allergic to sodium pentothol?
  • Emily: I'm just gonna go now.
  • Alex: Can I schedule you a flight to Metropolis?
Island Vibe (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You’re all that Lin really ever needs.

Word Count: 450ish

Warnings: None!

A/N: Sorry about this, I’m writing this from my phone as I lounge in a hammock (so formatting and overall writing is probably gonna be weird). It’s just a short, little drabble inspired by the thunderstorm I experienced today.

Rain puttered against the leaves of the palm trees and bushes that surrounded your villa as the night crept into the sky. Maybe it was the white noise and the scenery, or maybe it was the break that you and your boyfriend had finally gotten around to taking that allowed you to feel completely at peace. You wanted nothing more than just to sit and watch the rain until the moon had overtaken the sun and the only indication of the weather was the consistent thrumming of the water droplets hitting the pavement and roof.

“Are you alright, love? We can go to the beach if you’re bored.” Lin offered as he emerged from the bedroom to join you in the open air living room.

“Can we just lay here for a bit?” You asked and Lin flashed you a smile, one that never failed to awaken the butterflies in your stomach. More than two years together and you still felt them fluttering around.

“Of course we can, I’m happy just being wherever you are.” Lin affirmed, his hand moved to your back to silently direct you to move. You slid forward, making room for him to sit behind you. As soon as he settled, he pulled you to lean back into his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “It’s beautiful out tonight.”

“I think we should lose our passports.” You mused, drawing a chuckle from Lin.

“Is that so?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, settling further back into him. His arms tightened around you.

“I’d be alright with that.” Lin agreed, surprising you. Your Lin always had hundreds of things he wanted to accomplish every day and thousands of plans for the future. His drive was something you loved about him, but it wasn’t necessarily conducive to the laid back island vibe you were currently reveling in.

You twisted back to study his face; the tension he typically held in it was all but gone, his eyes bright, although his bags remained, his hair was ruffled from drying naturally after a day spent hopping in and out of the pool. Vacation suited him well.

“You wouldn’t be able to give up everything just like that.” You pointed out and the corner of his mouth tugged up in a lopsided smile. He leaned down to press a lingering kiss to your lips.

“Probably not,” he agreed. “But right here, looking out at the island with you in my arms? It sounds like everything I’ve ever wanted.” Lin murmured before moving in for another kiss.

Who you should fight: Shadowhunters edition
  • Clary: she's tiny and might seem an easy target, but she's also a shadowhunter and generally filled with rage. A very careful approach is advised
  • Simon: you could fight Simon. Even as a vampire, he's pretty harmless. You could take him, although I'm not sure why you'd want to hurt this cinnamon roll. Just be aware you'll have a clan of vampires and a few shadowhunters out for your head if you do
  • Jace: not a good idea. Don't fight Jace. The only chance you'd have is to attack him when he's too deep in his self-loathing to notice you approaching, and even then you would only get a punch or two before he breaks every bone in your body
  • Isabelle: do NOT fight Isabelle Lightwood. She'll wreck you and you will look up from the ground, lying in a pool of your own blood, wondering why you decided to anger this beautiful, warrior goddess, as she smirks at you, and you'll think that no death will be sweeter than the one where you can look upon her face
  • Alec: don't fight Alec. Even if you do manage to beat him, which is very unlikely but let's say for a second you do beat him somehow, you'll have to face his enraged siblings and his boyfriend, and that's not a situation you can come out of alive
  • Magnus: are you kidding me. Do you wanna fucking die buddy. Because that's a High Warlock, he'll atomize you and send your remains in the deepest, darkest reaches of Hell by snapping his fingers as he drinks his cocktail in his armchair. And magic aside, have you seen those arms? Dude is ripped, I wouldn't want to get punched by him. Also, look at you, there's an arrow in your knee, wonder how it got there
  • Raphael: bad idea. Don't fight Raphael. He's a vampire and has biceps that could make his shirts explode
  • Luke: why the fuck would you fight Luke. You'll lose, and hasn't this guy been through enough already? Give this dad a break, Jeez
  • Lydia: you probably shouldn't. We haven't seen that much of her fighting, but I have the feeling it won't end well for you
  • Valentine: well, I'm rooting for you but you're gonna be dead before you even reach him, torn to shreds by all of his followers. Although if you do manage to reach him, then please hit him for me too before he guts you
To Teams RWBY and JNPR, if you were able to swap places with your Spartan!au counterparts for a day, would you take the opportunity? (Asked by shadowalex2000) (awww yis spartan bbies)
  • Ruby, nervously looking up at her towering Spartan counterpart: So uhhh...you have a sniper rifle? But...can it do...
  • Ruby, throws her arm out and extends Crescent Rose into its scythe form: THIS!?!? Also...I don't think I'd be able to handle your job...
  • Spartan!Ruby, with a small laugh and a quick set of claps: No no, my rifle can't do that. Pretty impressive. And that's fine, it isn't for everyone that's for sure. From what I've learned, I wouldn't really want to match up against these Grimm.
  • ~~~~
  • Weiss, looking on in shock, as she eyes her Spartan counterpart from top to bottom: So...you're...
  • Spartan!Weiss, sadly: Hardly human? Mmhm. I'm not surprised that even ME wouldn't want to be in my position.
  • Weiss, frowns, trying to hold back her fearful look: I'm sorry...about what happened to you. I just couldn't.
  • Spartan!Weiss, nodding, her promethean eye flashing a cold blue: No worries, I understand.
  • ~~~~
  • Blake, with a raised eyebrow: So...that's what the White Fang are in this universe?
  • Spartan!Blake, nodding: Mhhm. Nothing more than people displaced by UNSC wars. Who just want safety and a place they belong, with brothers and sisters they can fight for.
  • Blake, nodding, her eyes closed: I see...I think I could handle a day in your shoes.
  • Spartan!Blake, a small almost unnoticeable smile: Well then, welcome to the UNSC.
  • ~~~~
  • Yang, fawning over herself: You're so huge! How much can you lift? How much ass do you kick on a daily basis? Oh man oh man you're so goddamn cool!!!!
  • Spartan!Yang, with a smug chuckle: Heh, a few tons with ease. If I really put in effort, I can lift a sixty-six metric ton battle tank.
  • Yang, jumping with excitement: I wanna be that so BAAAAAD
  • ~~~~
  • Jaune, after nearly wretching: So...you only have...
  • Spartan!Jaune, with a bittersweet smile: One. Human. Limb. Yup. Both my legs and my left arm were cut off by Sangheili. Took a few plasma rounds to my lightly armored chest, leaving these nasty scars.
  • Jaune, covering his mouth, his eyes trembling: Oh god...
  • Spartan!Jaune, with a laugh: Don't have my right eye either. But. Still wouldn't trade anything for what I have right now.
  • Jaune, shocked: What could possibly be worth continuing onward? In your condition?
  • Spartan!Jaune, stepping up and pointing out to a large group of marines: Them. Every single one was told they wouldn't walk again, or they wouldn't ever be able to fight another day. But because I believed in them, and they believed in me. They got out of those damn infirmary beds and made me proud.
  • Jaune, looking out at the dozens or so of injured marines, his face showing his amazement: Wow...maybe I could live a day in your life...just a day though.
  • Spartan!Jaune, patting himself on the back: You got guts when you need them. That's what matters.
  • ~~~~
  • Nora: Yes.
  • Spartan!Nora, nodding her head smugly: Mhm. You got it. That's the Nora Valkyrie answer alright.
  • ~~~~
  • Ren: You're equipment is amazing.
  • Spartan!Ren, giving a small bow: Thank you, thank you. I do my best to keep my things in their best condition. It's almost therapeutic to maintain your weaponry.
  • Ren, his eyes sparkling: I feel the exact same way, sadly no one else does...
  • Spartan!Ren: Would you...like to go see if any of the armory needs to be repaired?
  • Ren, clenching his fists in a tame excitement: I would very much like to, yes please.
Spiderman's Unwanted "Helpers"
  • Villain : - injures Spidey in a fight-
  • Spidey: -groans loudly- You're going to regret that....
  • Villain: - laughs - Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, call in an army?
  • Spidey: -sighs- I don't even have to call. Stupid tracking devices and suit scanners imbedded in the mask....
  • Tony: - breaks down the wall - MY SON!YOU COME TO MY TOWN AND HURT MY KID?!
  • Spidey: This is Queens. You live in New York City. You are also not my dad. None of your statement is true.
  • Steve : - breaks through window -
  • Spidey: - standing up from the floor, trying to calm the No Chill brothers- Honestly, it's only a broken arm, I'll be OKAY
  • Winter Soldier: - walks in after explosion outside - Steve told me somebody beat up my little bro. I'm here to bury that person.
  • Spidey: -Desperately apologizing to his bad guy - I don't KNOW how to turn them off , just run before SHE gets here, move countries , go into hiding , I am so sorry but your life is forfeit now , you'll have to make your living selling homemade cookies now but just RUN
  • Wanda: All right, who tried to kill Peter? I must return the favor, as they say.
  • Villain: Is that her?
  • Spidey: Wait for it....
  • -badass motorcycle entrance by Natasha-
  • Bruce: Yeah, hey, I barely KNOW the kid but he's a sweet child and you hurt him and - HULK WILL BREAK YOU
  • Thor: I have been alerted through the Phone of Cells that Man of Arachnids has come to harm . Darcy recommended I remove the spine of his enemy . Jane requests for me to protect Man of Arachnids as he is "smol" and " precious ". I must honor these wishes.
  • Villain: - has resigned themselves to their fate-
  • Spidey: - has climbed onto the ceiling and made a web in the corner to wallow in shame- I hate all of you

lotioncryogenics  asked:

Looking for a fic where its a aus where the last words your soulmate says to you is one your arm and Phil's is like Hi I'm Dan. Also Phil works at a bookstore where he meets dan

Famous Last Words - In a world where the last words your soulmate will say to you are written on your wrist, fearful and introverted Phil works in a bookstore. His greatest fear? The words counting down the seconds until he meet his soulmate, someone called ‘Dan.’ But it isn’t until he befriends a university student that he nicknames ‘Bear’ that Phil realizes that surviving through fear isn’t the same as living.

- Sam

“Eren, look,” says Mikasa.

He looks at the baby in her arm. It is surely the most precious thing he has ever seen on this earth.

“She has your eyes.”

“Yeah,” Eren smiles. “But she has your beautiful skin aswell.”

She smiles, tiredly, but also happily as Eren pecks her lips.

Why, he asks himself. Why can’t this be reality? Why does this have to be a dream?

—  chapter 11 preview of Feels Like A Dream (AO3 | FF.net)

rogha-an-da-dhiogha  asked:

I would love to read something with Daddy!Draco and maybe Scorpius' first cold or something like that? Full on overprotective daddy! I'm sorry you're feeling down honey .. I'm sending you loads of positive thoughts your way! I think you're brilliant and I love your page!

Ahh thank you so much, you’re lovely 😚 (also, i didn’t do his first cold because i wanted to write it where he’s a little older, like around five so he can talk and stuff haha)

Draco was woken up in the middle of the night by a small blond boy tugging on his arm. He opened his eyes and saw his five year old son standing at the side of the bed, staring up at him with a pout. Draco sat up and looked down at him.

“What’s wrong, Scorpius?” He asked, concerned.

He started coughing, and when the coughs finally let up, his pout deepened.

“I don’t feel good, Daddy,” the little boy whined.

“Oh, love, come here.”

Draco lifted Scorpius up onto the bed and into his lap.

“What’s wrong, Scorp? Just coughing?”

Scorpius shook his head.

“I’m coughing all the time, and my throat hurts, and my nose is runny!” Scorpius sniffed for added effect.

Draco looked at his son sympathetically and felt his forehead.

“You’ve got a fever, love. C’mon, let’s go out into the living room so we don’t wake your mother up.”

He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. Scorpius reached out to him, indicating that he wanted Draco to carry him. Draco chuckled before easily lifting him up and setting him on his hip. Scorpius wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck while he was carried through the house. Scorpius started coughing again. When he finished, he buried his head into Draco’s chest and whimpered.

Draco sighed sadly, hating seeing his son like this.

They got to the living room and Draco went to set Scorpius down on the couch, but Scorpius wouldn’t let go of him. Draco sat down and let Scorpius remain on his lap.

“Scorpius I need to get you some medicine,” Draco said and ran a hand through his son’s hair.

“No, Daddy! I hate medicine, it’s yucky!” Scorpius looked up at Draco with teary eyes.

Draco sighed, internally pleading Scorpius not to cry because it always breaks his heart.

“But you won’t feel better if you don’t take it, Scorp. You know that.”

Draco reached over to grab his wand from the coffee table, where he left it the previous night. 

“Accio med-”

“Daddy, no!” Scorpius yelled and yanked his arm down to stop him from summoning the dreadful medicine. His nose was running and he wiped it on Draco’s shirt.

Draco looked down at his son.

“Scorpius you need to take some medicine. You have a fever and it needs to go down, and I want you to be able to sleep tonight, not be up coughing.”

“No, no, no! Please Daddy. I’ll just go back to bed and fall asleep.”

Draco sighed and ran a hand down his face.

“Where on earth did you get this stubbornness from?”

Scorpius’s bottom lip began to tremble and the tears in his eyes finally fell.

“I hate being sick, Daddy!” He cried and buried his face into the crook of Draco’s neck.

“I know, love. Shh, it’s okay. That’s why you need to take that medicine. Let’s go get it, okay?”

Scorpius nodded and then got off his lap. Draco stood up after him and Scorpius grabbed his hand and walked with him to the bathroom.

Draco lifted him up onto the bathroom sink and searched the cabinets for some medicine. When he found what he was looking for, he poured the necessary amount and held it out to Scorpius, who eyed it skeptically.

“This will make you feel better, Scorp. Please take it.”

Scorpius continued to stare at it.

“Please? For me?” Draco tried.

Scorpius grabbed the medicine at this and quickly poured it down his throat. He made a face as he swallowed it.

“See, that wasn’t so hard.”

Scorpius nodded, but then yawned, the medicine kicking in immediately and making him sleepy.

Draco smiled and took his son into his arms again and carried him back out to the couch. He laid down with him and Scorpius curled up on top of Draco and rested his head on his chest. He coughed a few more times, but with Draco lightly stroking his hair, he fell asleep quickly. Draco wasn’t far behind him, and drifted off not long after.

Astoria awoke in the morning and walked out into the living room. She saw the two cuddled up on the couch and smiled at them before grabbing a blanket and covering them up, and then heading into the kitchen to make the two of them some tea.

The signs hugging their lover
  • Aries: you're walking out of class when you hear someone yell your name. You turn around and stumble from impact, but they're holding onto you tightly. "I MISSED YOU!" Even though it's only been a period
  • Taurus: they look down at you and smile gently. They wrap their arms around you, squish you against them a little, and you feel them smile against your head
  • Gemini: they didn't *reallyy* want a hug, but they got one anyways. Not soon after you let go, they're grabbing you again to pull you in for a kiss.
  • Cancer: mega cuddly. Their sweater smells like tea, and you can't help but bury your face into their chest. They hug you for a long time.
  • Leo: you feel your face burn, they've been teasing you like crazy. You hide your face in your hands and try to calm down, when you feel their arms circle around you. They're surprisingly warm and soft. "I'm sorry, ____ I love you!"
  • Virgo: they're shaking, they're always nervous around you. They fidget with the collar, and you smile just looking at them. They look up at you and blush, and ask to hug you before they do.
  • Libra: the sweetest, but also the shortest. Their warm smile invites you in, and you hug them feeling completely comfortable in their embrace, until you feel them pull away.
  • Scorpio: almost sexual. They hug you in a way that you can feel their entire body pressed against yours- you're blushing, thinking of what they're doing to you. "Are you okay? You're red."
  • Sagittarius: they smell like peanut butter. They tell you that your hair is messy and it gets in their face. You listen to their complaining, and go in for a hug anyways. You're surprised but completely delighted when you feel their hands grace your back as well.
  • Capricorn: they smell very strongly of the (perfume/cologne) they wear. They don't just hug, they also press your head against theirs. A hug isn't a hug without a kiss, too!
  • Aquarius: it doesn't seem like they want a hug, but right after you let go, they're reaching for another one.
  • Pisces: they rest their head on you, they breathe you in and relax around you. They're so soft and pleasant to hug.

(Requested by anon)

The fight with the Volturi ended with you breaking Felix’s arm, and punching Jane across the face. You couldn’t help yourself, you were pissed. You don’t even know how it ended up that way. One second Alice was returning to the group, Emmett returning to your side, and next thing you knew all hell broke loose.

Well maybe not all hell, maybe just you.

You had overheard Jane and Felix talking. Felix had this incredibly wide smirk plastered over his face. He had a thing against Emmett.

Emmett had one hand on your waist just then, knowing you were very bad tempered, “Y/N, let it go.” He must of heard what Felix said about him.

You leaned onto your mate’s chest, letting his frame support yours. You decided to stay put for a minute letting your family discuss their affairs. You were there to support them after all.

“He was making fun of you, Em” you started…

“We both know we can take them, babe” Emmett grinned.

You were mesmerized by his dimples just then like you have been for the past century, but in that split second you heard Felix scoff. You turned your head in his direction. You had a clear view of the way his lips read ‘you wish’ followed by his famous death stare.

In that instant you had ran across with enough force to take him down. You held one hand behind his back, and in the blink of an eye you snapped it off. Jane then, tried using her little magic trick on you. She didn’t know that the more pain you felt the angrier you got, and the angrier you got the more strength you had.

The rush of her power was almost like adrenaline. It gave you a full on boost to punch her square on her pretty little face. She fell back hard, a crack on her skin clearly showing from one cheek all the way across her nose.

You took one unnecessary breath, and realized your family, friends, and the rest of the Volturi had just been standing there watching the show.

Aro had an eyebrow raised, not in anger but in amusement. On the other side, you saw Garrett elbowing Emmett’s arm slightly.

“Y/N’s one tough vampire.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty badass” Emmett replied, standing there looking like a proud father husband.


*gif is not mine.

*PS: also, i’m so sorry i took so long anon, and that i ended up changing some stuff.

"Hiccup.  You have a giant flaming sword 
and your first instinct is to
put it in my face?"
                               "Rapunzel.  You have glowing healing hair                                           and your first instinct is to                                                     pull out a candle?"

anonymous asked:

Julshua is real?? Like I never see them together before

Julshua is real. Look at all the moments they have shared today. Well it’s obviously that you haven’t heard of it before, because the ship is very unknown. I started to ship them since 1 month ago. I made the ship, because I pretty much think they have the same path. Both came from not so known clubs and had both an amazing season both played world class and deserved to be called great young talents. They played for the U21 german nationalteam before together and they understood each other well since then.

Jullian’s nickname Jule + Joshua = Julsha. Just to clear why I call them Julsha.

Believe me I didn’t made Julshua for nothing. I believe in this ship and you know what? They will not disappoint me!

Look at the DFB Pokal Final moments I mean look at them, the way the hug each other how both are holding each other in this hug

Look how Jule is holding Joshua’s back softly while Joshua is stroking Jule’s back fast with passion and in the end Jule is giving Joshua some claps on his back

And in the last one how Jule is laying his arm on his shoulder while Joshua is clapping Jule’s chest

And back to your first question, yes Julshua is real! 

Look at also the pictures from diemannschaft today and also yesterday at the airpot I’m just so excited! Julshua is my number 1 otp at the moment.

And you know? Every other otp had already their moment and Julshua is growing still unknown and every moment of them is going to make me very happy.

I made this ship and I will die with it <3

  • Ruby: Well, looks like we're in another alternate dimension.
  • Weiss: Are we at Rooster Teeth or RTX? I'm scared to look.
  • Blake: We're at neither.
  • Yang: Yeah we're at a bar, The Sundrop Lounge by the looks of it...AND HOLY DUST IS THAT ME? LOOK AT ME! I'M OLDER!
  • Blake: Why is my bow around your neck? Wait...THAT'S ME ENTERING THE BAR! WEISS YOU'RE BEHIND ME! IT LOOKS LIKE I'M YOUR SECURITY.
  • Weiss: Now that's just ridicu-OH COME ON HOW DID I GET ANOTHER SCAR?
  • Ruby: And look! I'm coming in next! Why do I have an eye patch? And I-I've lost my arm...it's made of metal.
  • *Yang, Blake and Weiss stare worriedly at Ruby but she grins*