i'm not exactly pleased with how it came out but idk :(

anonymous asked:

I'm having a bad day, could I have some remus and sirius fluff?

While putting your favorite condiment on a sandwich, you accidentally make a magical occult symbol and summon a demon.


A muffled what carried through the apartment.

“Why the fuck,” Sirius yelled, “do we have honey mustard?”

Lily screamed something unintelligible back.


A short silence ticked by before Sirius’ phone buzzed against the table countertop. He closed the fridge door and padded over on bare feet. Swiping his phone, Lily’s message popped up.

Lily: there wasn’t regular mustard at the store

Sirius: wtf ???


Sirius: HONEY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lily: fuck off u piece of shit

Sirius: hOnEy!!

Sirius stared at the screen, waiting for the dot-dot-dot bubble to show up. When no response came, he sent three middle finger emojis and a skull. He dropped his phone onto the counter and reopened the fridge, grabbing the blasted yellow bottle. All he wanted was a good sandwich, was that too much to ask?

Scowling, Sirius squeezed the mustard onto his cheese, drawing a half-dog, half-dragon. A barely audible pop! came from behind Sirius, followed by a loud sneeze.

“Finally come to apologize?” Sirius asked.

“I think that usually comes after you regret summoning me.”

Spinning on his heel, Sirius faced a handsome stranger. The person leaned against the kitchen wall and Sirius sent a silent prayer to the heavens that this wasn’t someone Lily had a “sleepover” with. Hot damn, that smirk was doing things to Sirius. And those curls! He looked like Corbin Bleu’s identical twin, except with shorter hair and a sharper jaw line.

“You’re not Lily,” Sirius blurted.

The stranger raised their eyebrows. “No. Did you mean to summon someone else? Where’s the symbol?”


“You know, the symbol you used to summon me,” the stranger spoke slowly.


Sirius, confused as hell, watched the beautiful stranger push himself off the wall. They walked to Sirius and looked down at the mustard drawing closely.

They shook their head and whispered to theirself. “Prongs is going to lose his shit when he hears this.”

Who the hell was Prongs? Boyfriend? Girlfriend? Partner? Sirius thought he was a much better fit for this beautiful stranger than Prongs. What kind of name is that, anyway? Sirius’ name was much cooler and he was funny, smart, pretty — the whole package deal.

“Well, as fun as this was,” the stranger interrupted Sirius’ thoughts, “time for me to go. Word of advice, stop drawing weird shit with mustard. And get some real mustard.”

They don’t like honey mustard! Sirius was in love.

Tilting his head slightly down, Sirius gave his best flirty smile, “If it’s been fun, why leave now?”

 The stranger’s lips twitched upwards. “Demon’s don’t mix pleasure with business.”

They snapped their fingers and with a pop!, they disappeared in a small puff of smoke.

“You’re not the beautiful stranger.”

A different person stood in Sirius and Lily’s kitchen.

The new stranger pressed a hand over their heart in offense. “I’m beautiful!”

Sirius had researched demons and how to summon them for two weeks. He practiced the symbol over and over — it looked exactly the same on his sandwich as last time!

“Wait,” the demon stared at the sandwich, “holy shit, are you the sandwich dude? Who summoned Moony with mustard?” They grabbed Sirius’ hand, shaking it eagerly. “It’s a pleasure to meet the legend.”

“Is Moony the one with curly hair?”

The demon dropped Sirius’ hand. “Yup. That’s our Moony. Shit, I’m so excited to tell him about this.” He snapped his fingers and disappeared before Sirius could ask anything more.

Sirius opened his bedroom door, yawning. It had been a long day at the garage and he needed a shower. Kicking the door shut, he turned to his closet and screamed bloody murder.

“Hello to you, too,” Moony said, sitting on Sirius’ bed.

“What, how, you,” Sirius’ mouth opened and closed. He croaked, “What?”

Moony suddenly looked shy, hunching their shoulders in slightly to make himself smaller. “I can go if you want.”

“NO!” Sirius coughed and calmly repeated, “No.” He looked at Moony’s lips, watching Moony nibble his lower one. “Uh, no, you should stay. Uh, do you want something to…drink?”

Moony shook their head. “I have to leave soon.”

Sirius shuffled his feet, disappointment and excitement mixing inside him. Gathering courage, he walked over to the bed and sat next to Moony.

“How long do we have?”

“Maybe three minutes.”

Sirius smiled, staring into Moony’s tawny eyes. “We’ve got time.”

They spent four minutes talking faster than Sirius’ had ever talked in his life, covering as much ground as possible. They did a fact for a fact, sharing as much information as they were comfortable with. Moony strayed from talking too much about being a demon, other than they had been a human once. Sirius made them laugh twice and Sirius was preening like a fucking peacock.

“I have to go,” Moony said.

“Could we do this again?”

Moony hesitated. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.”

“Please? I’ll keep drawing with mustard until I summon you.”

Rolling his eyes, Moony said, “I’ll think about it. Now go shower,” Moony reached out and brushed their thumb across Sirius’ forehead, “you’re covered in grease.”

Two weeks later, Prongs appeared and pushed Moony into Sirius before disappearing with a pop!.

Three months later, Sirius held Moony’s’ hand for the first time while they walked in a park.

Four months later, Moony kissed Sirius on the cheek and disappeared.

He appeared again seconds later and pushed Sirius against a wall, kissing Sirius like their life depended upon it.

Two months later, Sirius wrote I love you in mustard and handed the piece of bread to Moony.

(Prongs appeared soon after and hugged them both, crying about how beautiful they were)


A/N: Okay so, I can’t remember who requested this. So here ya go, some Connor fluff!!!!!!! I personally didn’t like this, but I’m posting because a few friends said it’s good. Thing is, I haven’t written in a long LONG time - well, not in english -, so I fear my writing might be a bit rusty and the style might differ from the first half of the fic. Plus, I want to say that this fic is silly. Very silly. Anyways, as I said prior, our next boy might be JayJay aka Jacob. There’s a request for Altaïr and La Volpe regarding this AU; also one for the name of your soulmate written on your wrist. I might do this one with either Arno or Ezio? I’m kinda leaning more towards Arno tbh *Arno sucker*

Special thanks to @miss-t0mboy for being so lovely as to offering herself as my beta reader!

Your name: submit What is this?

You idly watched the market, mostly sailors carrying crates moving hurriedly in front of your family stand, sighing in defeat. There were people, yes; but not even near to the most busy hours. It was early, way too early to be on your feet — but your dad explained, more than once, that today was the day scheduled for mercantile ships to come back to the Boston harbor and unload whatever it was that they carried. It was a busy day, a day for trades, you kept reminding yourself…

But what you didn’t understand was the necessity your dad felt to be the first to arrive at the market. “The early bird catches the worm”, your mother had said.

Yeah, sure. But what if the bird was so early the worms weren’t even up yet?

You stifled a yawn, placing more apples on the wooden stand, hoping to catch everybody’s attention — not because your family stand was one of the three or four within working hours, but because the quality of your products had to stand out. Your mother talked in a chirpy voice, luring customers in as the morning carried on rather slowly. You smiled dreamily, eyeing the sailors curiously when they passed by.

You were anticipating. Your mark itched every time you thought about it, about the possibility of meeting your soulmate. Most of your friends had found their partners — even Catelyn, that unbearable girl with the upturned nose to everything and everyone around her. Was destiny playing with you? You had heard tales about others who hadn’t been able to find their soul mates, or missed the chance… what if you were to become one of them?

Sighing, you thought it was just foolish. There was no you way you weren’t going to notice it. Those words had long found a place in your mind, marking your heart and refused to leave, even late into the night when you couldn’t sleep; despite their… oddness.

“Sweetheart” your dad called for you, interrupting your thoughts, voice slightly out of breath “can you help me with these?” he pointed to the crates still inside the battered wooden cart.

Your dad was an easy man to smile to — so you did, sighing softly afterwards. “Right away.”

You went towards the cart, groaning in pain as your dad passed you a wooden crate filled to the brim with carrots. God, he was giving you the carrots! “I feel like you always give me the heaviest ones, father” you joked, turning around to fill the stand once more.

“You know me so well, Y/N” he said humorously at you.

You walked awkwardly towards the main street — it’d be easier to fill the stand from there —, legs wobbly and eyes unable to see much more than carrots and the top of people’s heads. You groaned under the weight of it and right before you reached the front stand a sailor passed by you, pushing your shoulder rather briskly to make way — and that was enough to make you lose balance.

Not wanting to fall down and stain your clothes because honestly, Boston’s filth was so damn hard to scrub off of anything, you let go of the crate and watched as it unceremoniously dropped to the floor.

And now this, you thought rather bitterly, kneeling and doing your best not to stain the light color of the gown, you tried to gather the spilt vegetables — your mother was too busy selling to a woman who looked like a maid. She gave you a pointed look, as if asking if you were alright and you waved a hand back at her from your position.

I believe you dropped a few carrots” a soft voice came from behind and your head shot up “Do you need help?”


You whipped your head back, eyeing the man from toes to head and spit out the first thing that came into your head.

Wow, you’re big.”

The man was, indeed big, but you hardly doubted that this was a polite thing to say to someone offering help. The next thing you noticed was the slightly darker tone of his skin — a native, in Boston? — and the way he folded his hands in front of his body. He had shoulder-length dark hair, the upper half of it tied back and big brown eyes — that now were wide. 

His attire was nothing like you’ve ever seen before, a mixing between the usual native clothing you were able to identify by the tales of travelers and something else you couldn’t exactly pinpoint. The stranger frowned, and you noticed he had freckles, casting his eyes downwards to his wrist and then back to your face as a sheepish smile appeared in your lips.

“I— my apologies, but—“ the man stuttered as you got up in a hurry, doing your best to beat the dust off of your apron.

“I can’t believe it’s you!” you chirped, nearly knocking the native down, ignoring the looks from a few passerbies, the excitement taking over you before the decency and common sense called you donw “I do… believe you’ve said my words, sir, but… They’re awfully simple, you see, so I just want to make sure that…” God, you’ve waited for this moment for so long that you never wondered how things would go once they’ve actually said it.

“Yes, I… believed you have said mine as well, I—“ he blushed, clearly flustered at his lack of words. “Can you tell me your name?”

emerging-writer  asked:

So a lot of people have been saying some negative things about Discovery (re: the uniforms, the klingons, etc) but honestly for me as long as the show is good I don't care?? Like I'm a real easy to please fan and I legit thought the uniforms look great tbh. I think a lot of it is just we don't have context for it yet and it's too early to make judgments on it (like especially cosmetic stuff like this). As long as it's good, I don't really care what it looks like I guess. Just gotta think +

exactly! this trailer is pretty much the only information we have aside from some interviews.

the problem is that its new. and trekkies are real good at gatekeeping and being pretentious and we don’t like new. honestly, call out post @us, especially the older trekkies. its new, it looks different, but we’ll get used to it. when star wars came out with finn and rey fans had about the same reaction we’re having now, but guess what, its fine now! the movies were great and everythings comin up skywalker. we just have to give it time. The same thing happened with voyager (tbh it was way worse for voyager) and ds9. this is just the standard chain of events.

as long as the tv show is good, people will come around. it may take some people a few seasons but they’ll come around, then it will be known as one of the better star trek shows and everyone will get nostalgic for it and we’ll meet all the cast at conventions 50 years later and have them sign our holographic action figures of them.

as long as it is good! ha! we know nothing about it! and I mean maybe them delaying it was a good thing, if they weren’t ready they weren’t ready. I’d rather wait a few extra months and get something good than have it now and it be messy. they’re trying to do it right, at least I think they are. tbh if it wasn’t for that whole cbs all access thing I wouldn’t have any problems. i’ll admit I don’t like how they don’t have red/gold/blue for the uniforms, but maybe theres a reason for that?? idk?? there might be a reason for the Klingons too, who knows!

we wont know anything else until we get another trailer or the show comes out. the end of the first season is the best time to decide if this is a good show or not. ha and even if it isn’t ill still probably watch it! because trek! if our biggest complaint by the end of this is cosmetic I can live with that! costumes and make up can always change. people will calm down, and ill be wearing my llap foam finger. we gonna be fine guys.

i'm here (miniminter)

warnings: mentions of anxiety and claustrophobia

from: slimon
yo, you busy??

to: slimon
don’t think so..why do you ask??

from: slimon
well it’s this girl’s birthday and i figured, your a girl, you can help me pick her present

from: slimon
so what do you say?

to: slimon
by any chance is this girl your mum??

from: slimon

from: slimon
does that mean you’ll help? you know my mum pretty well you’ll know what to buy her, right??

he had a point i did know his mum pretty well. in fact i’ve know his mum my entire life, considering she was at the hospital only hours after i was born. both our mums had met at our older brothers childcare; way, way before me and simon were in the equation. our two mothers hit it off quite well together, along with the rest of our families.

you can only imagine how joyous it was for them both to experience pregnancy at roughly the same time. which meant that simon and i basically didn’t have a choice but to befriend each other the moment i entered this world a few months after he had.

from: slimon
please? 🙏

to: slimon
what’s in it for me?

from: slimon
the thought of knowing you a) helped pick my mother a delightful present and b) saved my ass - her birthday is in 2 days

to: slimon
idk i might be kinda busy later..

from: slimon
fine i’ll buy you a nando’s, you happy now??

to: slimon
i’ll see you downstairs in 20

well that put my day upside down i thought as i set aside my harry potter marathon for later.

i’m happy to help simon because even though i teased him about being busy, i really didn’t have any plans for the day. but i just wished that boy wouldn’t leave things until the last minute.

i laugh to myself shaking my head at how appreciative carol would be of her youngest child leaving her birthday shopping until only days before.

minutes after making myself look presentable i receive a text.

from: slimon
i’m here

i head down the elevator and spot his red range rover parked across the street, not that it was difficult to find.

“hey si” i say jumping in the passenger side of his car and leaning over to kiss his cheek.

it’s not like we were dating or anything, everything between myself and the boy sat beside me has always been strictly platonic. that’s not to say that i hadn’t had the slightest of crushes on him growing up. or even to say that as confused teenagers we didn’t experiment a little with our first kisses. but we both had dated plenty of people since and agreed that it was weird.

“i owe you one y/n, thank you for helping me out today” he said intertwining our fingers together to express his gratitude while he was currently driving. well this isn’t something simon and i had done before, and i didn’t know whether to be concerned at the fact neither of us were moving our hands back to our sides.

“yes, i believe you do si. in the form of a nandos or so i’m told” i giggle at him as he drives us towards westfields.


“i don’t know simon, this isn’t exactly something your mum would use” i comment on the object he holds in his hands. his shoulders slump in defeat showing he was well and truely over this shopping trip.

we haven’t found a single thing his mum would like and it had been over an hour since we arrived. it was fair to say we both could use a break from the ordeal.

“so what do you say we go for that nando’s now, yeah?” simon asks walking back to place the household item on its shelf.

i follow behind the boy like a lost puppy as we make our way to the food court. being out in the open rather than tucked away in little shops meant that simon received a lot more attention from strangers.

i certainly didn’t mind that he was being constantly stopped by fans as it was his life after all, and it was him who wanted to go shopping. so i just stood aside and let him do his thing.

he was happily taking a number of picture with some people when it was as if all the little fan girls and boys had called their other fan girls and boys to inform them of simon’s current location. as people came flooding in towards the lanky boy i found myself wound up right in the middle of them all.

there was no possible escape, making me feel instantly claustrophobic. claustrophobia was a weakness of mine and when i got claustrophobic it meant i also got extremely anxious.

“y/n?” i heard simon yell out just like he would when playing fifa.

“excuse me everyone i need to find my friend y/n” he urged but barely anyone budged. including the people around me. as i pushed people out of my way i felt tears well up in my eyes, but i refused to let them fall as i nearly had my way out.

no sooner than a couple of seconds, i had removed myself from the growing group of people and on the outside of it all. simon’s eyes caught with mine as he noticed i was safe while relief washed over his worried state.

“y/n” he breathed out, as he miraculously made his way over to me with the pack of people following shortly behind. “i think that’s enough shopping for one day, c'mon let’s get you out of here” he said wrapping a protective arm over my shoulder and leading us to an elevator away from his fan base.

“what about your mum?” i asked with a small voice.

“that’s what amazon prime is for” he chuckled lightly “my main concern at this point is you, are you okay y/n?” placing a soft kiss to my forehead. i nodded not willing to say much in return.

the two of us filed into the car park elevator just at the point when this day couldn’t get worse.

simon reluctantly pulled his arm away from me so that he was able to hit the floor number that would get to his car.

did i speak too soon when i said this day couldn’t get any worse? most definitely.

the elevator came to a sudden holt as the power inside the small lift vanished.

i looked at simon with wide eyes as the realisation of the abrupt stop sinks in with the both of us.

already on edge from the fan experience i feel my claustrophobia and anxiety rise as quick as the tears that pool in my eyes.

feeling slightly light headed i slide down the elevator wall to the ground. i pull my knees into my chest as involuntary begin to sob.

i distantly hear simon talking on the phone assumingly to the number put down in case of an emergency. although i can’t be too certain as the hot tears running down my face cloud my vision while fear and anxiousness cloud my thoughts.

“y/n? it’s okay, you’re okay.” I don’t respond unable to comprehend what’s happening around me during my panicked state.

i feel myself being moved into simon’s lap. i can’t admit that this is the first time simon has witness a panic attack of mine.

“y/n it’s okay. i’m here, it’s me simon. i’m right here”

it’s somewhat upsetting, but also comforting that simon knows exactly how to react in this situation. i feel him gently pull my face into the crook of his neck and he relaxes me by stroking my hair.

“shhh, i’m here for you. it’s okay”

although tears continue to stream out of my eyes, i slowly feel myself calm down a little.

“i’m here” he moves a strand of hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear “simon’s here and I promise we’re going to be okay. i called the maintenance number and they said they will have us out in no time. they think the elevator just stopped between the floors and it’ll be an easy fix.”

i feel myself begin to relax and i lightly pull my head away from simon’s chest so that i am able to look at him in the eyes. i continue to stay quiet as we both look at one another, a hiccup presenting itself every now and then . “see y/n, it’s all going to be okay” his voice wasn’t condescending instead it was rather soothing.

“i’m sorry simon” i say smally, looking away from him in embarrassment as i attempt to move out of his lap.

his tight grip on me doesn’t budge as he refuses to let me go. “y/n look at me.” hesitantly, i obliged and am met with his sad blue orbs. “please don’t ever apologise for your anxiety, not to me or to anyone else..” he stops briefly to run his hands through his disheveled hair before looking back at me. “i’m just glad it was me with you” he adds sweetly.

neither me nor simon utter a word as we sit in silence for a couple of minutes.

“i really hope i don’t make things worse right now” he randomly comments confusing me.

he gently moves his hands from my sides and brings them up to cup my face as he intently reads my facial expression for any exisiting signs of fear or anxiety. concluding that i am now much more calm then i was even when stepping into the elevator he begins to lean in.

even in the state that i’m in i easily comprehend what simon is about to do as my eyes flutter shut. i feel his warm lips press against mine while his thumb gently caresses my face. the goofy kid who coincidentally was my very first kiss was now very gently kissing me once again.

he was so cautious with his actions as if i was so fragile i could break with any sudden movements. somehow even a kiss so delicate and sweet as this sets a cage of butterflies off inside. making me question whether my actions and relationship towards simon has always been completely platonic from either side.

i feel myself completely at ease as we both pull away.

“do you think that maybe i could stay in your spare room? i don’t think i could handle the elevator on my own back at my apartment block” i ask simon nervously, partly due to what just happened.

“you really think i’m going to leave you on your own after what you’ve been through today?” and as his smile lights his face i feel us begin to move again. and i know with simon by my side, all will be okay.


Critical Role follows the story of Vox Machina, a ragtag group of misfits in a high fantasy setting who are all so, so flawed but, with their powers combined, keep on saving the day and (usually) making the world a better place!! Each character is played by a professional voice actor (it has been quite rightly called “improv theater with dice”) and this post is written for folks who’ve never played a tabletop RPG. Please watch/listen to Critical Role. Please.


Well, there’s the player characters, and the DM (Dungeon Master). The players are confronted with a situation put in front of them by the DM, which can be anything from “a monster attacks you” to “a man jumps up from a nearby table in the tavern, points at you, and starts screaming about how you killed his wife,” and then the player must react in an in-character kind of way! Hence the “improv theater” part of it! All of the players AND the DM in Critical Role are, again, professional voice actors, so they’re pretty fucking good at that. It’s more or less an improvised radio play where the success or failure of an action is based on luck, aka the roll of a die. It can be anything from whether or not you can persuade someone to give you a 5% discount on potions, to if you can fight off a charm forcing you to try and kill all your friends. Good times.

And the story the DM, Matt Mercer, puts together is so fucking good that professional writer people like Patrick Rothfuss are huge fans (and he actually came on as a guest for an episode). I’ve laughed til I cried and I’ve cried because of the FEELINGS. It’s so good. It’s so good, you guys.

So, let’s get to the actual show, shall we? This is easiest to share if you watch THIS, which is the official character intros created by the actor folks. BUT I’M GONNA GIVE YOU A RUNDOWN ANYWAY! In alphabetical order!!! IT’S REALLY LONG BECAUSE I LOVE THEM ALL.

vox machina 4 lyfe

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(Sometime after Carry On ends. I imagined it maybe… a year and a half after Simon beat the Humdrum?)

”The worst part about sleeping in the same bed as someone with wings was that they could wake you by having them flap on your back, relentlessly, even if it was four in the morning and “Crowley, it’s my one day off this week, you shit.”

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lucas looking @ riley pt. 1

alright so y’all wanting this, so i’m giving it to you. i have a folder on my computer that has 179 caps in it, so this will probably be split into like 3 posts so they aren’t too long. they’re gonna be in order, so this post will be s1 and the first half of s2. i’m gonna put it under a cut so it doesn’t clog up anyone’s dash, so have fun, enjoy the suffering !!!

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I Exist-- Some thoughts on Scraps of Representation

There is a joke among some of my friends that I don’t engage with media unless it has wlw in it. (I used to be able to joke back that I got into How to Get Away With Murder just fine, but then that show decided it loved me very much and can no longer be used as a counterpoint.) The point being, I demand representation pretty rigorously. I spent too long without it. I will not settle for erasure or scraps.

Except right now I’m reconsidering the scraps bit.

Recently, Diane Duane released Games Wizards Play, the tenth book in the Young Wizards series, which I have been following for about half my life. Now, YA fantasy is hardly a kind genre to people like me. You may be scrambling to say no, Malinda Lo’s books, no, this one book—but they are exceptions. You have to seek them out. As a teen, I didn’t know what I was, I didn’t want to be anything but a totally normal straight girl. I didn’t know what to look for, wouldn’t have looked for it if I did.

Back to Young Wizards—it’s an incredibly important series to me. One of those things that came into my life at exactly the right time, with concepts and themes that settled into my heart and stayed there.

And Games Wizards Play threw me some scraps. I rolled my eyes a little bit at the minor gay character, because I am a Connoisseur of Gay Representation, please, this is almost quite literally nothing. But then.

Oh, but then.

Page 528, US edition:

“Nope, I’m ace,” she said. Nita blinked.

Asexual,” Lissa said.

Cue the water works. Seriously. I was sobbing with joy over this minor character who got introduced ten books in. I can demand real representation for gay people, for wlw, because I have seen it before, I know it can be done. I have never, in my life, seen the word asexual casually used in a real, published, non-queer lit book. This minor character suddenly meant the world. This small, throwaway scene, ran me straight through the heart. I am real, I exist, I am right here on this page.

I am actually tearing up about it again.

It means so much to me now, when I am 22 and well-versed in all the labels I can use to define myself. If I had seen this at 11, 12, 16, when I had not yet found the words but knew I was not what people said I should be? It would have been world changing.

It makes me look differently at the minor gay character. When I had nothing, he would have been something.

LGBTQIAAP main characters are incredibly important, and we should keep demanding them. I don’t think we always have to be grateful for scraps. But I think it’s important to not discount them. I think it’s important to remember how we would have reacted to them before we knew everything we know now. A minor character might be the only light in the dark for a kid who doesn’t know what they are yet. And it’s incredibly frustrating that there are so many instances when we don’t even get those. There are so many series that I loved that gave no hint to my existence. Young Wizards may not have given me much, I wouldn’t even really call what it did representation, but it told me I exist, it’s telling some kid who just found it at the library they exist, and that’s not nothing. It’s a huge incredible something.

It takes one line. One word. There is no excuse to not throw one word to the people who need it. We can talk all day about good representation and what that constitutes, but in the meantime, just one word is going to make a difference. We need to know we exist. And when we’re children, or teens, we need to know there’s a way to exist when the way we’ve been taught feels wrong.

Everything makes a difference.

And that difference might mean everything.

Has Kent Parson won two Stanley Cups?

(In which I agonize uselessly over the Check!Please timeline as it relates to one Kent V. Parson)

Disclaimer: this is weird because it’s based heavily on real dates in NHL history, but of course Kent is a fictional character, so when he gets drafted first or wins the Stanley Cup, he displaces real people and teams in a way that kinda makes my head spin when I think about it too hard. To construct this timeline, I relied heavily on this timeline, on the Kent Parson page of the check!please wikia, on the Kent Parson tag here at Everything!Please, and on googling a bunch of real NHL stats, so thanks to those who already did a lot of this work. 

  • Kent was born July 4, 1990
    • OR WAS HE???
    • Okay, he was. But it would make more sense if he was born in 1991, and Jack as well (Ngozi says here that she at first couldn’t decide between the two years, but ultimately lands on 1990 as seen here–Seguin’s number is 91 and he includes it in his signature as most players do, which is why she would have been confused staring at the number 91 when she really meant 1990).
    • BUT
    • The entry draft in which Kent and Jack were supposed to participate is explicitly stated as being in 2009
    • NHL entry draft eligibility is for players who “will be eighteen years old on or before September 15 […] of the draft year” (from wikipedia)
    • So Kent and Jack (July and August birthdays respectively) were both eligible for the 2008 draft… and I can’t think of a convincing reason that they would have both deferred a year
    • Basically all I’m saying is that this timeline is a little wonky straight off the bat based off the hard dates of Kent’s birthday and draft class, and this also makes the rest of the timeline a little weird, but artistic licence (let’s not talk about Jack’s NCAA eligibility) so it’s fine

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anonymous asked:

A prompt for your drabble-a-day! (if you like it of course!) some of the companions thoughts (or jealousy) on Hawkes attempts to woo Fen!

To Carver, it came as a surprise.

Carver had been relatively young when he had first begun to realize his brother’s tastes ran toward other men. And he didn’t really get it, but whatever – it wasn’t like it affected him in any way, shape, or form. And he’d known about his brother’s attraction to Fenris since the moment they met the elf. He had eyes, after all, and working ears (a fact he somewhat lamented, every time he was forced to cringe through Leopold Hawke’s questionable version of flirtation).

But – what did it matter if Leo had a crush? It didn’t take long for it to become clear that it would take an act of the Maker himself for someone to break through to Fenris, who was, to put it mildly, a difficult fellow. Carver tried for months to befriend him, with no success. And Carver was a likable guy, unlike his brother.

And then, after years of awkward estrangement, of keeping up with his brother only through reading about his misdeeds in the morning papers, or paying contacts to report back on his doings, Carver happened to look up one day and spot him, across the street. Leo had just been there, with the elf at his side, and he’d been smiling like a man Carver had never met. He lifted his hand, so easily and so casually, and he rested it against the small of Fenris’s back. He kissed his forehead. He laughed at something the elf said.

Before the fight that had caused the brothers to part ways, Carver had fallen into the habit of thinking of Leo as a thing to be endured. Not that Carver didn’t love his brother – he did – but the idea that someone who wasn’t forced to by blood ties might also love him was hard to wrap his head around – and there was angry, abrupt, brooding Fenris, smiling back like Leopold-fucking-Hawke had hung the moon.

It was strange, and surprising, and surreal, and Carver couldn’t help but wonder how such a thing could possibly have come about. Then it made him accidentally picture some things he really didn’t want to think about.

Unlike Carver, Isabela was more than willing to think about those sorts of things. She liked picturing Hawke’s big muscles flexing, Fenris’s long legs hooked ‘round his broad shoulders. She liked imagining them, grunting and groaning and glistening with sweat – and she wasn’t shy about peppering the two of them with the necessary questions needed to fully round out her fantasies.

Hawke would only frown at her, when she did, and tell her in that chill-inducing voice of his that she needed to mind her own business.

Fenris, on the other hand, would get the most delicious little smile on his face, wicked and satisfied and oddly proud, and ask her what, exactly, it was she wanted to know.

“Hawke is very good with his mouth,” he informed her, on one memorable occasion, “And he likes hearing explicit instruction.” His chuckle had been so low and deep and pleased when Hawke, beet red, had uttered an oath.

“Maker’s ass, Fenris, do you have to tell her everything?”

Merrill thought they were adorable, even when Fenris was tormenting poor Hawke. Both of them could be terrible grumps when they wanted to be – when they woke up on the wrong side of the bed. But they were much happier once they started waking up in the same bed – and that made her happy, too. She liked the way they looked at each other.

She hoped there were lots of flowers at the wedding.

For Varric and Aveline, the pairing was obvious – the only surprise being in how long it took to actually happen for keeps. Fenris and Hawke completed one another, brought out the best in each other, and – at least, according to Aveline – each was much more bearable when the other was around. Varric hoped to adequately capture the essence of the relationship in his book – but most of the details Isabela provided were too explicit, even for his shitty publishers. He didn’t understand how she was getting such juicy intel, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to know.

He was sure Fenris would kill her if he ever found out.

After it became officially official, Sebastian and Donnic took Hawke out, sat him down, and demanded to know what his intentions were with their friend.

It didn’t go over well.

Some people just can’t take a joke.

What wasn’t a joking matter was the pain that Anders felt, whenever he saw them smile.

He was the one to make the discovery – to first learn that, after three long, wonderful years, the romance was on again. Fresh manuscript in hand, he’d rushed to Hawke’s house early one the morning, convinced that this time he had the argument that would turn the big mage to his way of thinking. This was the one that would impress him. This was the turn of phrase that would open his eyes.

And Fenris was there, in the kitchen, reading the morning paper and chewing a bite of toast.

He was wearing Hawke’s shirt – and nothing else.

“I love him,” Hawke told him, oblivious to the agony that hollowed out his friend’s chest and left him, later, tear-stained and grasping for breath. “Can’t you be happy for me?”

No, Anders knew. He couldn’t.

anonymous asked:

Do you know of any Robb and Rickon drabbles or headcanons? Idk I don't think I've ever seen these 2 interact tbh, and I'm having all these baby brother feels. 😭😭

A quick look through my Robb and Rickon tag brought me nothing but pain, but I found two things written specifically for the two of them: a fic of them reuniting (in the afterlife) and this random mini-fic I wrote for a friend for an ask game. But as one is with Dead!them and the other isn’t really happy, please enjoy these happy headcanons: 

  • Robb was 11 years old when Rickon was born, so he remembers his birth the most out of all his siblings. He didn’t really care about another sibling being born, but the second he saw his baby brother, that changed. 
  • Honestly after Cat and Sansa, Robb was probably the most doting family member. Every time he finished training, he’d go straight to Rickon to play with him and hold the little one. 
  • When Rickon was fussy, he’d only settle down in three people’s arms: Ned, Cat, and Robb’s (although Bran maintains that if he were older, he would have been able to calm him down). 
    • Whenever Rickon is fussing and screaming, Robb will scoop him up and hold him close and walk him around Winterfell and Rickon would usually settle down and look up at Robb the entire time, or fall asleep in his arms (he’d usually be drooling onto Robb’s sleeve, but Robb didn’t mind). 
    • Catelyn is a fabulous mother, but she still didn’t like Jon being around too much, and he wasn’t exactly a fan of being glared at, so while Rickon was still a baby, Robb would bring Rickon around to Jon and the two would play with Rickon. 
  • Rickon always wanted to learn how to fight, but he didn’t get a whole lot of practice because of how young he was. He’d usually sit from his seat watching his brothers practice, and a few months before Robb left Winterfell, he taught Rickon how to fight. 
    • They practiced with wooden swords, and Robb went easy on Rickon (not that Rickon ever realized until later), but he did really teach Rickon how to fight - every lesson, he’d tell Rickon very explicitly how to block, how to look for an opening in his opponent, etc., and he’d always ask Rickon to repeat these lessons. When Rickon went to Skagos after leaving Bran, these lessons came in very handy. 
  • Whenever Rickon had nightmares, he thought the best way to deal with them was to scream and thrash around his bed yelling, “I’M NOT SCARED!” and various other phrases, most that included yelling at whatever he was upset about. Needless to say, this did not work, and only resulted in the Starks and Jory running into Rickon’s room ready to fight someone. 
    • Robb told Rickon that he should just come get him if he’s ever feeling scared, so whenever Rickon has a bad dream, he’d go into Robb’s room and drag him out of bed, demanding that he stay with Rickon the entire night. 
      • This evolved into Rickon dragging all of the Starks out of bed. Bran wasn’t much older so he’d be sleeping and carried by Jon, Sansa would be up and ready, and Arya would glare but get out of bed as well. They’d all come and cuddle in Rickon’s bed for the night, and it always made him feel better and safe. 
      • When he was alone and had nightmares, he’d wake up and his first thought every time was that he had to get Robb, but then he’d remember that Robb was gone and he would never be with his brother again, so he’ll cuddle up with Shaggy and try to go back to sleep sorry this was supposed to be happy headcanons 
      • Actually while I’m on the sad headcanon train, Rickon left when he was 6, when he was 3 in the books, so he doesn’t have the best mental image of his family. Sometimes their faces are blurry, and he always freaks out when he can’t remember Robb’s face the most, because he knows he’ll never see it again. It’ll meld with their father’s face at times, and Rickon closes his eyes and lists things that he remembers from each family member to try and make their face less blurry SORRY 
  • Honestly Rickon just thinks that Robb is the coolest and most adult person ever? He honestly thought Robb, Theon, and Jon were the same age as Ned and Cat, and it took a very long time for Robb to explain that they weren’t (and even then, Ned was the one who helped Rickon understand the difference). Rickon looks up to all his siblings, but he wants to be just like Robb when he grows up, and he makes sure to tell everyone this. 
    • Robb always grins like an idiot when he hears this, and he tells Rickon that he hopes to be half the man Rickon is, which always makes Rickon have the biggest smile on his face. 
  • Also, Robb gave Rickon piggyback rides, like, all the time. 

anonymous asked:

i'd like to request a markgyeom fic where yugyeom confesses to mark, asking him to see him as a man rather than a dongsaeng. maybe mark was already aware of yugyeom's feelings, but felt that yugyeom is too young? yugyeom wants to show that he is mature/can take care of mark. ps. i'm so glad i found this blog!!

Warning: extreme amount of idk what is going on

Wordcount: 800

Author: Jin

omg this is— i cant im actually really pleased with this bc how i wrote this fic is literally how i live my life everyday- on crack whoohoo. sorry i didn’t take this prompt too seriously lmfao

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Chad Michael Murray was actually the worst friend a person could have.

It all started on what began as a normal Friday. Jared woke up, knocked loudly on Chad’s door, took Harley and Sadie for a run, came back to shower, knocked loudly on Chad’s door again, and started breakfast. He hummed a happy tune quietly with a smile in place as he grabbed food from the refrigerator and cabinets.  Eventually Chad stumbled in, more squinty-eyed than usual, and running his hands through his spiky-blond, unruly bed hair.

“Morning, Sunshine,” Jared grinned, breaking the eggs into the sizzling pan.

“Fuck you, asswipe,” Chad spat.  Pulling on a chair at the breakfast bar so rough it screeched across the linoleum floor, he hauled himself up in it and glared at the back of Jared’s cheery head.

“You’re in a worse mood than usual,” Jared snorted, knowing that no matter how bad of a mood Chad was in, it was just an inherent part of his personality - nothing personal.

“Yeah, I am,” Chad groaned, nearly slamming his forehead into the counter top as he let it plop down.  “I was having a great night – made out with Sophia for, like, three hours straight, ate pizza, jacked off –“

“Really, dude?” Jared interrupted.

“– listened to some music, and then fell asleep, but not before fucking remembering that your gay boyfriend was coming over today,” he finished as though Jared never spoke.  

“Did you just call my boyfriend gay?” Jared asked incredulously.

“Uh, yeah.  Because he is.”  There was a pause.  

“Yep, that is true,” came with the shake of a head.  “But what’s the big deal?  Jensen comes over almost every weekend.”

“I know, but, like,” Chad groaned and slammed his head back against the counter top, “when he’s over you’re all mushy and gross and I can only handle so much gay in my life, okay?  And when he’s here, it’s double the gay.  It’s gay multiplied.  Gay squared.  That’s too much gay.”  Jared rolled his eyes and tossed the English muffins in the toaster.  

“Why don’t you go stay with Sophia or one of your other friends?” Jared suggested.

“Sophia is having a girl’s night or something tonight, I don’t really know.  She said, ‘Me and the girls want a wine and pedicure night,’ and I was like, ‘Fine, I’m gonna have a beer and video game night’ – which isn’t different than every other night, but, y’know.  And I have no other friends, Jared, why else do you think I’m living with your gay ass? That and you have the best gaming system so it was kind of a no-brainer.”

“Feelin’ the love, Chad.”

“Don’t feel the love from me, your boyfriend’ll be here in a few hours.”  

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(Un)Tie The Knot - A.I.

Words: Like 1100?

Warnings: Ugh tbh it’s pretty shit but eh / i dropped the f-bomb i think once

Type: AU / Best Friend!Ashton / Angst

Description: Based off of the prompt: “I love you. I’m completely and utterly in love with you. Please don’t get married.”

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Bruh I remember my ex was stuck in Pittsburgh p.a with his friends an his dumbass left his Mercedes Benz in the Bronx by parkchester . So he calls me & he's like " Rach I need you to do me a favor I don't want my car getting toed l need u to please please go to parkchester and pay the meter" knowing me , my overly nice ass said yea ok . So I went I paid that shit but I didn't know it was hourly and he said he'll be back in two hours . I went to the deli , to get some food and the Arab clerk , was like that's your car out there I was like no it's my ex . I explained the situation to him and I was like Idk how ima do it paying this every hour . So I went home ended up falling asleep my ex calls me & he's like did you do it for the next hour im like bruh it's 10:51 parkchester 15 minutes away no way I could make it . I got in cab and arrived on the scene , exactly within 15 minutes and I was on the phone with him . He was like " OMG rach they might tow my car " I was like bruh relax your muscles . So I get there and I see a note on the car . & I'm reading it & it says " to the young lady who ex' owns this vehicle I paid the meter for the next 3 hours, I just want you to know you are beautiful and you didn't deserve to be running up and down like that today . " there was nooooo number no heart eyes no kisses . Just a man doing what he felt in his heart was right

Whyyyyyyy im reading the shit out loud , instead of my ex telling me thank you for being so fine , he wanna catch an attitude like why you got niggas paying my car meter . Why he leaving you notes on my car . Well if it wasn’t for this nice Clerk your car would’ve been towed . So he arrives on the scene and he’s like let me see the note . Lmfaooo im like do you not see your car here alive and well !? Moral of the story here is , 2 months later I came back to thank the man , and his father told me he went to med school 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

okay you can all ignore me i just need to sort of… think through this song out loud for a second because i CANNOT for the LIFE OF ME understand what this song is about??? IT’S ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT. i don’t understand what justin bieber and dwayne michael carter, jr. have collaborated together to tell me???

at first i thought it was a metaphor for girlfriends but then it pretty explicitly was about lil wayne as an alien and i don’t THINK that jbiebs and weezy have written a homosexual love song for one another, i mean if they have good for them, you know, but i don’t–from what i think i know of justin bieber and lil wayne i don’t….think….they’re secretly dating. SO IT’S PROBABLY NOT A METAPHOR FOR THAT.


V1 (JBiebs):

You said, “I come in peace,” so I took you home
I gave you food and I gave you clothes
I taught you how to move your feet when the rhythm’s on
Still you wanna leave cause you feel alone

You don’t know what they’re like if they know that you’re alive
They’re gonna try to take away the secrets of your planet’s life
I know you must be upset, you lost your family in a wreck
But you gotta listen (listen, listen)

Don’t try to find your spaceship
They might be out there waiting
Stay in my backpack forever
Stay in my backpack forever
You know I gotta find my spaceship
My planet’s outside there waiting
I can’t stay in your backpack forever
Stay in your backpack, backpack, backpack

i mean FIRST OF ALL, wow, like if this isn’t a metaphor then JB is treating the SUDDEN AND VIOLENT DEATH OF HIS BEST FRIEND PRETTY LIGHTLY?

  • “haha sorry ur whole fam died, what a bummer, amirite? anyway let’s play guess who.” -jb problably

but like okay if we look at this song from the biebs’ POV it’s like he found this lil dude and took him home and fed him a home-cooked meal and then taught him how to dance?? THIS WAS WHERE I FIRST THOUGHT THE ROMANCE METAPHOR WAS, like ohhhhh slow dancing in jbiebs’ mom kitchen or something, but then we quickly realize that the lil dude he’s rescued just wants out of the biebs’ backpack, and presumably also his life.


“I LITERALLY CAN’T, IT IS SO FUCKING HOT IN HERE,” responds lil wayne (?).

so then is this a hostage situation? it’s hard to say. first of all, i’m like very sure that lil wayne could take justin bieber in a fight, and secondly, the biebs sounds sincere when he talks about their bond:

V2 (JBiebs):

Before you came around I was in a rut
Didn’t have a friend, didn’t know what it was
You taught me how to dream and how to love
You’re my best friend, please listen to me


anyway, at this point initially i was like "okay this is just some song about how hard it is to be friends with people or something, i’m not sure, maybe JB is working through some of his issues wrt enclosed spaces? which part of this song is the metaphor–the alien? the backpack? the dancing?

i mean i sure HOPE it’s the backpack because according to lil wayne, the alien is LITERALLY LIL WAYNE, LITERALLY THAT GUY, NOT LIL WAYNE PLAYING THE PART OF AN ALIEN:

Bridge (Lil Wayne)

Uh, greetings, I fell from the sky
I’m from a different world, I use Lil Wayne as a disguise
And my flying saucer crashed, I’m the only one that survived
I’ve only taken over this planet since I’ve arrived
I’m in the backpack, I’m ducking Men In Black
Yeah, I’m an alien, my swag is outta this world
Different galaxy, they try to capture me
When I die they gon’ name this planet after me
Wayne’s world (Wayne’s world, Wayne’s world)


  1. is lil wayne actually claiming to be from outerspace, and if he is
  2. is he agreeing that he and justin bieber are best friends, and if they are
  3. did justin bieber REALLY teach him how to dance? and
  5. where was selena in all of this?????? did she know??? did she ever ask JB why he brought his backpack everywhere and why it weighed like probably, idk, 170 lbs????

and finally, the song ends with:

In our planet we don’t kill one another
We don’t take love for granted, it’s a gift from the mother land,
In your planet you are filled with greed and false belief
We came here to bring you peace

…………………………..WHAT DOES THIS HAVE TO DO WITH ANY OTHER PART OF THE SONG???? IS LIL WAYNE HERE TO TAKE OVER THE PLANET AND MAKE IT WAYNE’S WORLD, OR IS HE HERE TO DELIVER US FROM GREED AND FALSE BELIEF? i don’t know, i don’t know, is this just from the soundtrack of a movie i don’t know about?? is there something obvious here that i’m missing? i can’t stop listening to this. i can’t stop thinking about it. does lil wayne live in justin bieber’s bookbag.
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  • So over the ships pretty sure Rucas is happening now on to the "game changing" news that's going to happen in sweet sixteen! So I'm going to try my hand at predictions! Mind you I'm bad at this stuff so bear with me lol
  • So first what we know
  • ~Everything relies on a decision (so the game changer may not happen)
  • ~Topanga has some say in the decision
  • ~Depending on the decision Cory could potentially not be their teacher anymore
  • ~It has nothing to do with money
  • ~it has nothing to do with school
  • ~there is no threat of them moving back to philly
  • ~ Cory was not offered a better job
  • ~ an opportunity did not present itself to Riley
  • ~Farkle dos not get an early acceptance to college
  • ~the game changer makes Riley Auggie and Maya sad and cry but it in itself isn't necessarily sad...it's actually good
  • ~if it happened it will affect EVERYONE including even Shawn
  • ~ Farkle does not know and his reaction should be particularly interesting
  • ~ someone if not everyone is finally going to "explode"
  • ~no one came out as gay bi etc
  • ~ may seem to the "bird watchers" (wtf is that) that it is good for rucas but in fact it isn't
  • ~ no one dies and we already said the game changer was actually good news so this is like common sense
  • ~no one is pregnant (although that honestly would be like the BIGGEST game changer of all time in my book especially if Riley was pregnant but that's like OVER pushing the envelope lol)
  • ~this game changer could potentially affect Rilaya and it seems not in a good way
  • ~Maya is not moving in with her dad
  • ~If they film the show where the game changer does happen,again, everyone will be affected and they could potentially end the show on this ( if need be i.e. Get canceled)
  • ~if no cancellation again everything will change
  • ~there is the potential to lose someone
  • ~in this episode no one is moving
  • okay so with all of this information to me the most obvious predication is that Cory, Topanga, Riley, and Auggie are potentially moving. Really the only thing that will affect everyone and the very premise of the show itself with these perimeters is them moving. Because really nothing would affect Shawn other than Maya and Katy and let's be honest most of all Cory lol. We know Maya isn't moving to her fathers but still if Maya was the one moving why would Auggie be crying and Topanga have a choice in the matter?
  • -So we know Cory didn't get a new job offer and Riley didn't get a new opportunity. I thought about maybe one of their parents got really sickly and they had to move back to be with them but nahh because of the hint the news is good and they are not moving back to philly. So this kind of only leaves either Auggie getting a new opportunity and them moving for him or Topanga once again getting a new opportunity (and I say once again because there's always something going on with Topanga esp if you watched BMW). Also as far as tying into Topangas say in the matter the girl meets world writers already said sometime in this season Riley and Topanga were going to have a huge fight and this might be the catalyst. Also there was a hint at possibly someone realizing they like another person while being in a relationship because reality has a way of making things clear with the potential of losing someone. Let's all be honest and say we now this has to do with Riley and Farkle. and also it was stated the show if canceled could easily end this way (also hinted that it's common. What's a more common way to end a series than the main character moving away). Now there was mention that no one was moving (In this episode). It was real suspicious how "in this episode" was added to meaning probably the decision hasn't been made yet about the move.
  • Well those are some of my thoughts where and why they are moving is a mystery but it might become clear soon.
  • I got all of these hints from a tumblr user who was at the live taping of the episode. I honestly forgot their username so if anyone knows it please link or something 😁 oh found its "girlmeetsherworld" I don't know how to tag people lol but there is probably more hints on that blog
  • Feel free to let me know yalls ideas
  • UPDATE: it's recommended to watch these BMW episodes "A long walk to Pittsburg 1&2" , "Graduation", Angela's Ashes, "Brave New World 1&2" now I JUST finished binge watching all of BMW so I don't even need to go rewatch but if you haven't watched these episodes then wow it's almost completely obvious lol
  • "A long Walk To Pittsburg 1&2": episode where Topanga MOVES AWAY to Pittsburg because one of her parents got transferred!!!!
  • "Graduation": episode where they graduated high school and everyone was MOVING AWAY to college and on to the next chapter of their lives. Topanga had to make the decision to go to Yale or stay with Cory (she stays with Cory lol)
  • "Angela's Ashes": Angela MOVES AWAY with her father to Europe
  • "Brave New World 1&2": last episodes of BMW everyone is preparing to MOVE AWAY and again on to the next chapter of their lives. Again, Topanga gets a job offer from a law firm in New York (hello gmw lol) and Cory and Shawn MOVE with her there
  • I mean idk how much more blatant could this get and multiple people have said watch these episodes. And can we please talk about how basically ALL of these episodes have some shit to do with Topanga? Perhaps a hint? Even though Angela was the one leaving in Angela's ashes Topanga was the one zooming around and interviewing for the New York job so The episode was about Angela but HIGH KEY Topanga.
  • Lol I'm going to stick with this moving away thing but knowing my luck it's not going to be this because it would have been "too obvious" haha
  • Another Update:
  • So after an interesting message today I'm now like 87% sure that this is happening 🙊
  • So I watched True Maya and Jexica again because those are the recommended GMW episodes to watch and let's just say in this theory I'm missing exactly who is moving (I think Riley and fam but I'm not exactly sure), why they are moving, and where they are moving
  • Let's just say that after watching those episodes I see that at least one of those answers is defiantly hinted at 👀👀
  • A hint: something pertaining to one of those three questions will be mentioned 3 times over both episodes. All of the mentions are different but they all have one thing in common. Another hint, after you watch the episodes and think about it, look back over the recaps of my BMW episodes. It's literally written right there.
  • Okay actually...after some things I realized that basically everything you need is in this theory lol just put it all together. like I said isn't there a common theme in the BMW episodes? And watch the two GMW episodes and think about what I said. All of this should answer who, why, and where (:

When she steps out from behind the curtain, Marty feels his jaw utterly drop. He thinks he’s never been more glad that Callen and Sam are out chasing another lead, because for the longest time, he can truly do no more than stare at the goddess in front of him. She’s clad in a tight, slinky black dress that hugs all of her curves as though it were made only for her. The hem hits her thigh deliciously high, and Marty knows that if that in itself isn’t enough to have the attention of every male in the club tonight, well, the sinfully high heels strapped to her feet most certainly would.

In three hours, Marty will hate this undercover op of hers; in three hours, he’ll utterly hate the fact that anyone else’s eyes will see his Kensi like this (though to the rest of the world, she’ll be Mona, not Kensi). Right now, though, he can’t stop his own eyes from drinking in the delicious sight before him.

When she turns to him, there’s a smirk at her lips and a devilish sparkle dancing in her eyes - Marty knows she hates these kinds of assignments too; hates resorting to her sexuality to make or break a case. At the same time, though, it’s these few moments before that she can’t help but have a little fun with - the moments when they’re all alone, when his ocean blue eyes are wide as saucers as his appreciative gaze travels the length of her body. “Someone likes what he sees,” she purrs, swaying her hips seductively as she crosses toward him, her steps confident and strong despite the height of her heels.

Marty swallows hard, unable to utter more than a simple curse under his breath.

It’s a powerful feeling, rendering the loquacious Marty Deeks almost entirely speechless. Kensi brushes her fingers through her hair, letting the strands fall in perfect waves over her bare shoulders, knowing her partner, her lover, is watching her every last motion. It’s dangerous - she knows the walls have eyes here. She knows Hetty is everywhere, even if she’s currently thousands of miles away in DC. Even if Callen and Sam and Hetty are not present, Eric and Nell are upstairs and Granger, the puppetmaster of this current operation, is most certainly lurking somewhere.

Today, none of that stops her from having a little fun. Marty’s eyes grow impossibly wider as she stops directly in front of where he sits; oh so torturously slowly, she lowers herself to straddle his lap, feeling more than hearing his sharp gasp. “What - what are you…” he stammers out, swallowing as Kensi threads the fingers of one hand through his hair.

“Just practicing,” she murmurs, shivering despite herself when his palms find the bare skin of her thighs. Fuck, if only it could be his hands on her all night long, instead of the hands of random strangers, possible suspects. She forces that thought from her head, instead focusing on the desire she can see growing in his eyes. “You know, making sure I'm…in character…”

Before Marty can articulate a reply, her mouth finds his, taking his lips in a slow, shivery, utterly seductive kiss. There’s nothing in the world quite like the feel of his mouth on hers, the gentle press of his lips contrasting with the delicious scratch of his scruff against her skin. Her fingers tighten in his hair, gently tilting his head toward her as she deepens the kiss, delighting in the quiet moan that rumbles in the back of his throat.

For a moment, as his hands squeeze her thighs and his mouth meshes with hers, Kensi wonders who is truly winning this little game she’s started. She’d meant to tease him, torment him, leave him with the promise of later peeling the slinky fabric away from her body; now, though, she thinks he could make her forget exactly where they are. He could make her forget everything except the desperate need to feel him against her, deep inside her. Just the thought has her moaning in desire against his mouth, and that’s when she knows she needs to stop this (because if she doesn’t, she knows Marty’s fingers are going to be a lot more daring than they are right now, just barely sneaking under the hem of her dress; she knows if she doesn’t stop this, Callen and Sam are not going to be pleased with what they interrupt when they return).

Her heart flutters when he whimpers slightly as she breaks the kiss, leaving him breathless, desperate, needing so, so much more. Kensi smiles brightly, fluttering her lashes as she struggles to maintain any semblance of control.

(She thinks the only thing that saves her here is that Marty is clearly further gone than she is.)

His lips part to speak, but Kensi shushes him gently, pressing a finger to his lips. “Tonight, Detective,” she whispers, a quiet promise that when this op is done, she’s all his. She’s always all his. “Tonight…”

And then, she rises from his lap, shaking her hair back from her face as Marty just watches, still clearly stunned. “You - you are the devil,” he breathes, shaking his head as Kensi adjusts her dress.

“Maybe,” Kensi purrs, willing her heart to slow so she can finish her last minute preparations for the op. “But…I think you love it.”

(God, how he does.)

anonymous asked:

Idk if it been done before but I'm dying to read ff where Beth and Daryl came to ASZ and they're not in any kind of relationship but then Aiden starts flirting with Beth and Daryl is like mad at her and jealous and she doesn't get it but then she's like 'oh' and she KNOWS and everything is beautiful. Please?

Okay, I’ll admit, this one got away from me a bit. In my defense, I 100% blame Sunny for introducing me to Josh Ritter, because the latter more-than-half was written while listening to live concerts of his, and just… This isn’t my fault.

Really, this whole thing should be dedicated to Sunny. Full credit goes to them for the Bone of Song connection to Daryl, because it was just too wonderful, and I was listening to Josh Ritter, and “lion-hearted girl”, and there were just a lot of feelings, alright? So yes, this one goes to Sunny. Hopefully I can make you feel something for a change.

I’m really loving this one, especially the latter more-than-half, so I hope you do too, anon. Thank you for the request xx

Unquiet Ghost Bethyl ASZ fic; Daryl catches Aiden getting a little too friendly with Beth, and doesn’t stop to think that maybe she’s the one pulling the strings here. In any case, he’s got a lot to own up to, not just with apologizing to Beth, but figuring out why the hell he thinks he’s allowed to give a damn here.

He shouldn’t be upset.

He shouldn’t. He has zero right to be upset here. He’s got no claim on the hot, angry emotions banging around his skull, and he shouldn’t be upset.

But he is. Because on a good day – a damn good day, with a hell of a lot of booze to go along with it – he could stomach this Alexandria asshole. He didn’t even know the guy’s name, just that Glenn had a serious problem with him, and Daryl hadn’t paused long enough to find out what was what before he’d been tackling the guy’s friend.

And now Daryl had a serious problem with this guy, and he shouldn’t be upset, but he was, because the fucker was flirting with Beth.

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